Harry Potter & The Children of the Night
Harry Potter
&
The Children of the Night
- by Lady Nichola Valerius
Previously, on Harry Potter and the Children of the Night:
Harry’s eyebrows rose. “Ok, Era-”
“No… Era-Zana is my title, Harry,” she chastised with a smile, “You may call me either Emera or Ciana. Vitalia is my Mother’s name. Valerius is our Clan.”
“Clan?” Harry asked, his mind fervently racing to find his lessons on Vampires, before remembering that they hadn’t taken up the subject in depth.
“Clan Valerius, Harry, is the most prominent clan in the Vampiric realm. We are descendants of the very first Vampire, Lilith. She was said to be the mortal Adam’s first wife, before Adam claimed her too… vivacious for him. She walked away from him when she saw that the Creator had replaced her with Eve. The Evil One felt her resentment and used it to lure her to him. She traded her soul in exchange for power and to ensure her Immortality on Gaea.”
“Hold on, I’m really confused here. First of all, Adam had a wife before Eve? The Creator is obviously God, and the Evil One is the Devil, but what is Gaea?” Harry asked, really frustrated. Emera smiled.
“And I see that we need our history lesson,” she commented. “Don’t worry. I now know what I’m here for. You need to learn our ways, and that includes our history. We’ll tackle that in a bit, but first thing’s first.” She leaned over to him, her red dress falling forward, exposing her generous cleavage. Harry’s eyes involuntarily drifted down for some reason, and Emera saw yet another fault in him. She smiled widely at him. “Like what you see?”
Harry blushed furiously. “S-sorry-”
“It’s ok, I would have worried if you didn’t look, Harry.” She laughed. “So…” She rubbed her hands together as she leered playfully at him, before asking, rather innocently, “Is there any place we can eat?"
~Chapter 3~
Stories:
Emera's Birth
“Yahh!!!” CLANG!
“Hah!” PLANG!
“Ahhh!!!” CRANG!
“Ouch, dammit!”
“Don’t be such a baby, Harry…” Emera said, pausing their spar to check on her ‘pupil’. She quickly drew her escrima up once more when Harry used the moment to bring his own escrima down on her. Blocking his attack, she kicked him in the stomach, where he caught it and used her leg to twist her around. Slamming into the wall, she threw her head back and hit him on the forehead, causing him to see stars.
"Oww..." Groaning, he squinted at her figure, still against the wall. Digging the wooden battle stick into her side, he whispered, "Give up."
She grinned at the wall. "Never." And with that said, she twirled around him, causing him to lose his grip on her and pull away. The weapon in her hand pushed him down and, drawing her blade, she swung it at his throat. Stopping it by his neck, she whispered cockily, "Give up."
Laughing, he nodded his head. Grinning widely, she pulled him up and dusted him off for show. Rolling his eyes at her antics, he pushed her away playfully and ran. "Last one in's a bug-faced troll!" Scoffing in indignation, she quickly ran to the nearest wall and began to scale it. Reaching a window, she cleared her mind and focused on her shadow that showed inside the room. Then the shadow hand moved and unlocked the hatch on the window. She pushed it up, quickly moving into the room and sprinting to the door. Her eyes, originally the same shade of green that Harry possessed, turned lighter until only the dots of her pupils were visible and with that transformation, she went through the door. Upon seeing Harry stumble onto the landing, she redoubled her efforts, moving just a bit faster than the wind, and phased through Harry's bedroom door. The green of her eyes returned as she sat down, thankfully not going through the mattress like the other time she had raced him, and posed as Harry fell onto the door.
"You cheated," he accused her, as the smile on his lips left. She only shrugged, falling tiredly on the bed. Accessing her shadow powers were still exhausting. But hey, that's what practice was for, to build up your stamina on stuff. "You ok?" he asked. She could only nod. For the past week, she had trained Harry in combat and taught him of her Vampiric history, a knowledge passed down from one generation to the next, to keep their history fresh and known to them. The legend was also for Vampires to be proud of their heritage, of what they have become, of what they have to live as for the rest of eternity. Harry's normally pale skin had gone whiter when she told him of the ritual done to become a full-blooded Childe.
Flashback
"How'd it happen?"
Emera gave him a look. "Are you sure you want to know?" Harry nodded solemnly. She sighed. "If you say so..." She set down the sword she held, then sat down on the grass. Harry sat across her. Emera stared into his eyes, then, as if satisfied with what she saw, nodded.
She cleared her throat. "Like I said before, I was born a human, but not even an hour after I was born, my mother took me. My mortal father, Gabriyel, had been a warrior before he died, killed in the final battle of the Goblin War, just when I was being born. My mortal mother, Luz, was a healer. She'd heal ailments like boils, wounds, diseases, the works. Both of them were purebloods.
My mother stumbled upon her on one of her hunts. She said she had a terrible feeling that something was going to happen to Luz. So she'd stayed and watched Luz as she went through her pregnancy, and the day that she gave birth to me, the final battle of the Goblin War had erupted. It spilled into the village, destroying everything in sight. If it stood, bring it down...
My mother, seeing Gabriyel killed when a goblin came inside the house, had rushed into the hut, seized Luz and brought her to our home. Luz had been frightened of everyone there, since she knew that Vampires sometimes fed on mortals... But my mother hushed her and took care of her, giving her herbs that helped lessen the pain of birthing. She had a hard time, since the herbs actually made you numb, inside out. So she didn't know if she was pushing me out, or pulling me back in. Mother said that it took almost 13 hours just waiting for her to bring me out. By that time, Luz was hemorrhaging.
Mother saw that she was dying and asked her for permission to just take me out of her. Luz told her to save me. Then she died. Mother... uhm... well, she thrust her hands into Luz's womb and just pulled me out, to save me. But the herbs had already taken effect, and it was slowly poisoning my body. Mother, she... she remembered what Luz said. Luz didn't tell her to get me, she told mother to save me. So she rushed to father's study, and they did the ceremony, along with mother's brothers, and the coven’s elders. And so, here I am."
"You're not going to tell me how the ceremony was done?" Harry asked. Emera stiffened, just slightly, but Harry's recent training had taught him to see everything. "Alright, alright... But just... Answer me this: Will I go through the same thing?" Emera hung her head, then nodded. "Will you be doing it to me?" Another nod. "I guess I'm in safe hands then." Emera smiled slightly.
Harry barely had time to lift his hand before his hand caught the dagger thrown at him. "Up for another round?"
End Flashback
The mattress sank as Harry lay beside her, breathing heavily. "I'm so tired," he said. Emera grunted in agreement. She turned her head and stared at Harry's glowing eyes.
"Do you like it here?" she asked, not for the first time.
Harry lifted himself a bit, resting his weight on his elbow, just to see her clearly. "I thought that anywhere else, even a dirty bathroom, would be heaven compared to the Dursley's house. But this," he motioned around the room, noticeably 7 times larger than Dudley's second bedroom, "Lia, this is paradise." Emera felt her eyes sting. She could not believe what Harry had to go through all these years. Why did it take her so long to find him? Oh, that's right. The blood protection.
Emera let out a choked laugh. "If this is paradise to you, wait 'til you see your new home."
Harry let out a groan. "Why won't you tell me anything about Casa di Valerii?" he whined.
Emera smirked. "Because it'll have a better effect on you if you see it all without any primary description." Harry pouted. "Uh-uh, that won't work on me, Potter!"
"Fine! We'll see if I cook for you tomorrow."
"You still owe me a meal from the fight the other day."
"Bugger!"
&
The Children of the Night
- by Lady Nichola Valerius
Previously, on Harry Potter and the Children of the Night:
Harry’s eyebrows rose. “Ok, Era-”
“No… Era-Zana is my title, Harry,” she chastised with a smile, “You may call me either Emera or Ciana. Vitalia is my Mother’s name. Valerius is our Clan.”
“Clan?” Harry asked, his mind fervently racing to find his lessons on Vampires, before remembering that they hadn’t taken up the subject in depth.
“Clan Valerius, Harry, is the most prominent clan in the Vampiric realm. We are descendants of the very first Vampire, Lilith. She was said to be the mortal Adam’s first wife, before Adam claimed her too… vivacious for him. She walked away from him when she saw that the Creator had replaced her with Eve. The Evil One felt her resentment and used it to lure her to him. She traded her soul in exchange for power and to ensure her Immortality on Gaea.”
“Hold on, I’m really confused here. First of all, Adam had a wife before Eve? The Creator is obviously God, and the Evil One is the Devil, but what is Gaea?” Harry asked, really frustrated. Emera smiled.
“And I see that we need our history lesson,” she commented. “Don’t worry. I now know what I’m here for. You need to learn our ways, and that includes our history. We’ll tackle that in a bit, but first thing’s first.” She leaned over to him, her red dress falling forward, exposing her generous cleavage. Harry’s eyes involuntarily drifted down for some reason, and Emera saw yet another fault in him. She smiled widely at him. “Like what you see?”
Harry blushed furiously. “S-sorry-”
“It’s ok, I would have worried if you didn’t look, Harry.” She laughed. “So…” She rubbed her hands together as she leered playfully at him, before asking, rather innocently, “Is there any place we can eat?"
~Chapter 3~
Stories:
Emera's Birth
“Yahh!!!” CLANG!
“Hah!” PLANG!
“Ahhh!!!” CRANG!
“Ouch, dammit!”
“Don’t be such a baby, Harry…” Emera said, pausing their spar to check on her ‘pupil’. She quickly drew her escrima up once more when Harry used the moment to bring his own escrima down on her. Blocking his attack, she kicked him in the stomach, where he caught it and used her leg to twist her around. Slamming into the wall, she threw her head back and hit him on the forehead, causing him to see stars.
"Oww..." Groaning, he squinted at her figure, still against the wall. Digging the wooden battle stick into her side, he whispered, "Give up."
She grinned at the wall. "Never." And with that said, she twirled around him, causing him to lose his grip on her and pull away. The weapon in her hand pushed him down and, drawing her blade, she swung it at his throat. Stopping it by his neck, she whispered cockily, "Give up."
Laughing, he nodded his head. Grinning widely, she pulled him up and dusted him off for show. Rolling his eyes at her antics, he pushed her away playfully and ran. "Last one in's a bug-faced troll!" Scoffing in indignation, she quickly ran to the nearest wall and began to scale it. Reaching a window, she cleared her mind and focused on her shadow that showed inside the room. Then the shadow hand moved and unlocked the hatch on the window. She pushed it up, quickly moving into the room and sprinting to the door. Her eyes, originally the same shade of green that Harry possessed, turned lighter until only the dots of her pupils were visible and with that transformation, she went through the door. Upon seeing Harry stumble onto the landing, she redoubled her efforts, moving just a bit faster than the wind, and phased through Harry's bedroom door. The green of her eyes returned as she sat down, thankfully not going through the mattress like the other time she had raced him, and posed as Harry fell onto the door.
"You cheated," he accused her, as the smile on his lips left. She only shrugged, falling tiredly on the bed. Accessing her shadow powers were still exhausting. But hey, that's what practice was for, to build up your stamina on stuff. "You ok?" he asked. She could only nod. For the past week, she had trained Harry in combat and taught him of her Vampiric history, a knowledge passed down from one generation to the next, to keep their history fresh and known to them. The legend was also for Vampires to be proud of their heritage, of what they have become, of what they have to live as for the rest of eternity. Harry's normally pale skin had gone whiter when she told him of the ritual done to become a full-blooded Childe.
Flashback
"How'd it happen?"
Emera gave him a look. "Are you sure you want to know?" Harry nodded solemnly. She sighed. "If you say so..." She set down the sword she held, then sat down on the grass. Harry sat across her. Emera stared into his eyes, then, as if satisfied with what she saw, nodded.
She cleared her throat. "Like I said before, I was born a human, but not even an hour after I was born, my mother took me. My mortal father, Gabriyel, had been a warrior before he died, killed in the final battle of the Goblin War, just when I was being born. My mortal mother, Luz, was a healer. She'd heal ailments like boils, wounds, diseases, the works. Both of them were purebloods.
My mother stumbled upon her on one of her hunts. She said she had a terrible feeling that something was going to happen to Luz. So she'd stayed and watched Luz as she went through her pregnancy, and the day that she gave birth to me, the final battle of the Goblin War had erupted. It spilled into the village, destroying everything in sight. If it stood, bring it down...
My mother, seeing Gabriyel killed when a goblin came inside the house, had rushed into the hut, seized Luz and brought her to our home. Luz had been frightened of everyone there, since she knew that Vampires sometimes fed on mortals... But my mother hushed her and took care of her, giving her herbs that helped lessen the pain of birthing. She had a hard time, since the herbs actually made you numb, inside out. So she didn't know if she was pushing me out, or pulling me back in. Mother said that it took almost 13 hours just waiting for her to bring me out. By that time, Luz was hemorrhaging.
Mother saw that she was dying and asked her for permission to just take me out of her. Luz told her to save me. Then she died. Mother... uhm... well, she thrust her hands into Luz's womb and just pulled me out, to save me. But the herbs had already taken effect, and it was slowly poisoning my body. Mother, she... she remembered what Luz said. Luz didn't tell her to get me, she told mother to save me. So she rushed to father's study, and they did the ceremony, along with mother's brothers, and the coven’s elders. And so, here I am."
"You're not going to tell me how the ceremony was done?" Harry asked. Emera stiffened, just slightly, but Harry's recent training had taught him to see everything. "Alright, alright... But just... Answer me this: Will I go through the same thing?" Emera hung her head, then nodded. "Will you be doing it to me?" Another nod. "I guess I'm in safe hands then." Emera smiled slightly.
Harry barely had time to lift his hand before his hand caught the dagger thrown at him. "Up for another round?"
End Flashback
The mattress sank as Harry lay beside her, breathing heavily. "I'm so tired," he said. Emera grunted in agreement. She turned her head and stared at Harry's glowing eyes.
"Do you like it here?" she asked, not for the first time.
Harry lifted himself a bit, resting his weight on his elbow, just to see her clearly. "I thought that anywhere else, even a dirty bathroom, would be heaven compared to the Dursley's house. But this," he motioned around the room, noticeably 7 times larger than Dudley's second bedroom, "Lia, this is paradise." Emera felt her eyes sting. She could not believe what Harry had to go through all these years. Why did it take her so long to find him? Oh, that's right. The blood protection.
Emera let out a choked laugh. "If this is paradise to you, wait 'til you see your new home."
Harry let out a groan. "Why won't you tell me anything about Casa di Valerii?" he whined.
Emera smirked. "Because it'll have a better effect on you if you see it all without any primary description." Harry pouted. "Uh-uh, that won't work on me, Potter!"
"Fine! We'll see if I cook for you tomorrow."
"You still owe me a meal from the fight the other day."
"Bugger!"