Harry Potter & The Children of the Night
Harry Potter
&
The Children of the Night
- by Lady Nichola Valerius
"I fear for my loved ones and for my friends, but I fear not for myself... I do not fear for myself because that is a weakness. I do not fear death and I do not fear pain. It’s all a matter of survival..."
Disclaimer: I own nothing that you can recognize, and everything that you don't. The underlined motto above is from "The Heir of Corvus" by Lady-Treason/Becca. Her works are brilliant, and I admit that they are the source of my inspiration to write this fic.
~Chapter 1~
Sirius:
Alive and Kicking!
“Potter! Get down here, boy!”
Rolling his eyes, the mentioned youngster arose from his perch on the small cot his relatives called a bed and strode out the door. Slowly and silently, he went down the stairs and entered the living room, where his uncle currently sat his beefy-self on the large couch. “Yes, Uncle Vernon?”
The large, pig-like, man jumped, not noticing the arrival of his wife’s nephew. Vernon glared at the 15-year-old, before pointing his fat finger at the direction of the low coffee table. Upon a stack of home magazines and an open page of TV guide sat an exotic bird. Air left his lungs as his eyes widened and his body tensed but the stricken boy didn’t seem to notice anything else but the tropical bird that was perched in the Dursley’s living room.
“Well, boy? Are you going to get your blasted mail or not?!” Vernon’s voice pierced through his train of thought. Almost mechanically, the dark-haired teen took the package from the bird, and as soon as it was free, it hopped its way over to the doors that led to the kitchen and flew its way out the back door. As soon as the bird was gone, Vernon sent his wife’s nephew off to his room. When the door clicked shut, green eyes snapped back into focus and the teenaged wizard sprinted over to his cot. Sitting himself down, he tore the wrappings off the box and found a letter stuck to the surface of the package. Right before he could rip the letter off of its resting place, a loud hoot was heard from a corner of the small room.
Hedwig the owl hooted once more, the sound more comforting than the previous one she made. She ruffled her feathers, making her chest puff up in the graceful way only owls can get away with, and looked at him with her piercing amber-gold eyes. Getting the message she was trying to convey, her master nodded at her thankfully, taking deep, shuddered breaths and chanted mentally: “Calm in, panic out…Calm in, panic out…” He repeated the cycle a few times… then-
Oh, bugger it all.
He tore through the envelope and carefully took out the folded parchment. Forcing himself to read it from the very beginning, he shut his eyes for a brief moment, then he opened them and began to read.
‘Dear Harry…’
&
The Children of the Night
- by Lady Nichola Valerius
"I fear for my loved ones and for my friends, but I fear not for myself... I do not fear for myself because that is a weakness. I do not fear death and I do not fear pain. It’s all a matter of survival..."
Disclaimer: I own nothing that you can recognize, and everything that you don't. The underlined motto above is from "The Heir of Corvus" by Lady-Treason/Becca. Her works are brilliant, and I admit that they are the source of my inspiration to write this fic.
~Chapter 1~
Sirius:
Alive and Kicking!
“Potter! Get down here, boy!”
Rolling his eyes, the mentioned youngster arose from his perch on the small cot his relatives called a bed and strode out the door. Slowly and silently, he went down the stairs and entered the living room, where his uncle currently sat his beefy-self on the large couch. “Yes, Uncle Vernon?”
The large, pig-like, man jumped, not noticing the arrival of his wife’s nephew. Vernon glared at the 15-year-old, before pointing his fat finger at the direction of the low coffee table. Upon a stack of home magazines and an open page of TV guide sat an exotic bird. Air left his lungs as his eyes widened and his body tensed but the stricken boy didn’t seem to notice anything else but the tropical bird that was perched in the Dursley’s living room.
“Well, boy? Are you going to get your blasted mail or not?!” Vernon’s voice pierced through his train of thought. Almost mechanically, the dark-haired teen took the package from the bird, and as soon as it was free, it hopped its way over to the doors that led to the kitchen and flew its way out the back door. As soon as the bird was gone, Vernon sent his wife’s nephew off to his room. When the door clicked shut, green eyes snapped back into focus and the teenaged wizard sprinted over to his cot. Sitting himself down, he tore the wrappings off the box and found a letter stuck to the surface of the package. Right before he could rip the letter off of its resting place, a loud hoot was heard from a corner of the small room.
Hedwig the owl hooted once more, the sound more comforting than the previous one she made. She ruffled her feathers, making her chest puff up in the graceful way only owls can get away with, and looked at him with her piercing amber-gold eyes. Getting the message she was trying to convey, her master nodded at her thankfully, taking deep, shuddered breaths and chanted mentally: “Calm in, panic out…Calm in, panic out…” He repeated the cycle a few times… then-
Oh, bugger it all.
He tore through the envelope and carefully took out the folded parchment. Forcing himself to read it from the very beginning, he shut his eyes for a brief moment, then he opened them and began to read.
‘Dear Harry…’