Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Before the Dawn ❯ Chapter Nine: Harry ( Chapter 9 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the characters, the novels, mostly everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, expect this story and the character Iris Clayton.

 

WARNING: This chapter contains Ginny bashing. If you like the Harry/Ginny pairing or like Ginny period, then please pass the beginning of the story. You would be angry when you read it. If she seems out of character than I am sorry, but I wanted her to be a bitch towards Iris.

 

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Chapter Nine:

Harry

 

“Where are we going, Ginny?” I asked following her to an abandon building.

 

She did not say a word as she held my hand and lead the way. I did not want to leave Iris alone because something bad could happen to her. Maybe this meeting with Ginny will not take long. We were behind the building when Ginny starts to kiss me, deeply. I push her away from me gently. Is she out of her mind? I don't like her that way. She is Ron's little sister and I would not do that to Ron.

 

Ginny looks hurt, but pretends she is not by placing her hand on my belt and unbuckled it. I push her hand away, knowing where this would lead. She places them back on my pants and unzips them. She looks at me and licks her lips. She was about to give me a blow job until I lifts her chin. She thought I was going to kiss her, but I did not. I push her gently away. I saw anger and sadness in her eyes.

 

“No. I don't have feelings for you and I never will.” I told her gently.

 

“Why not?” She asks, holding her anger.

 

“Because…”

 

“No, not that `I'm Ron's sister' shit! I am more than just his sister. I am a woman who knows what she wants and I want…” she pauses while tracing her hand from my chest to my dick. I felt…aroused suddenly. “I want is you.” She said.

 

I move away from her and lean against the other wall. I place a hand on my forehead.

 

“I know what I want, too. And I don't want you, Ginny.” I said.

 

Ginny froze. She did not know what to say, except shout.

 

“So, you mean that vampire bitch knows what you want? Ha, I bet she does. I bet she knows what you want! She rather fucks you then drinks your blood and gives your body to the Dark…”

 

“Shut up, Ginny! Iris is not that kind of vampire! She will not drink my blood for the hell of it. She would not betray me to Voldemort! She is kind, caring, loving, and compassionate. She is not the vampire that all those wizards keep telling me. Besides…” I stared at her coldly and show a smirked, “She is more woman than you will ever be.”

 

Ginny almost slap me but went against it. She stares at me for a long minute. Then she touches my belt and pulls me towards her. She grins, but it was in contempt.

 

“Have she ever did this to you?” she asks and kisses me again. I kept pushing her away, but her body stayed glued to me. Her hand travels down my dick and rubs it. I tried not to moan, but her lips were on mine. I don't want to be rough with her, but it seems to be the only way. When she kiss on my neck that is when I pushed her away, roughly.

 

“Are you fucking crazy? Are you that desperate to get me?” I yelled without thinking.

 

She stares at me softly, almost with tears as I zip my pants up. Then I saw her look at a different direction. Soon she kisses me on the lips one last time before I push her away from me. I was about to cuss her out for the last time until I saw Iris. My God Iris…she saw everything as she came from the shadows. Iris, I'm sorry…for leaving you and…shit.

 

“Iris.” I called out to her but she did not listen to me. She walks away without another word. I swear, I saw blood tears coming down her cheeks but I could be imaging thing.

 

I can't tell how many times I called her name but it was dozen when I chases after her. Ginny held my arm and pull me close to her breast. She tried to kiss me but I turn my head from her lips. She is pissed.

 

“Don't go after that vampire slut! Let her go. If she is more woman than me then she would exact her revenge by drinking my blood. Besides…” she touches my zipper and I slap her fingers away. “I'm not the type that will run away when my man is being seduced by another woman.” She said seductively, kissing my neck.

 

I hope Ron doesn't kill me for my behavioral towards Ginny, but I pushed her away, again. I ran after Iris before it becomes too complicated. Ginny stands in the middle, yelling

 

“I guess that is why you haven't written to me. You were too busy screwing that bitch! I hope you rot in hell, Harry Potter!”

 

I ignore her. I was more focus on finding Iris. I just hope she doesn't get into trouble. I can still remember that man and the wand that almost end our lives. I hope she doesn't meet that man again.

 

I went straight to Harriet Haven after looking everywhere for her. I even checked at Fred and George's shop. They haven't seen her (“If you don't find that girl, I will make your tongue swell to the size of a watermelon!” George pointed out. Gotdamn, what did Iris do to him?). I ran inside, scanning the room for Hargid. Soon I found him, sitting alongside his beer buddy. I ran though crowded chairs trying to get to him. He has to know where Iris is. She can't walk around the wizard world without someone trying to kill her.

 

 

After knocking over people and chairs, I made it to Hargid's table. I was out of breath. He turns to me with shocked and worried.

 

“Oye, Harry what has happened to you? And where is Iris?” he asked.

 

Shit! That means she tried to leave Diagon Alley. I bet she already left and…no…Voldemort cannot have her!

 

“Hargid, Iris is gone. She left after…never mind…she is gone.” I shouted.

 

He stands up, quickly.

 

“What?! Harry, what the bloody hell you did to her? I was supposed to protect you and her from…look I tell you the rest later. This is not the time to tell you. In the meantime, we have to find her.” He advised.

 

I nodded.

 

Hargid excused himself from his friend and we left to find Iris. We went to the same spots I checked several minutes ago. We still did not see her. Hargid asked around but they either refuses to answer or just don't know. At the speed we are going, Iris might be dead by Voldemort's curse.

 

Hours of looking, we sat on the bench. The sky was turning black and I was supposed to be at the Dursleys' house at this moment. I was supposed to finish packing my bags, take a nice shower, call Iris, and get ready for bed. Now, I am sitting on the bench, thinking where the young vampire is. I will blame myself if she is found dead.

 

“I believe Iris has cross over to the muggle world. She has too.” He suggested.

 

I tried my best to hold my temper.

 

“How? She just find out about this world two days ago. She doesn't know anything about flock powder, pot key or Apparate. So how can she find her way back to…?”

 

“Cool down, Harry. I am worried about her as well.” He said.

 

I swallow roughly, hoping I can control my temper.

 

Hargid finished.

 

“Besides Hermione, Iris is a clever witch…well vampire…or whatever she is. She must inherit from her great-aunt.”

 

“Great-aunt? Iris doesn't have a great aunt. Hell, most of her family is dead.” I said, confused. She told me her family is dead? Wait, she did tell me about an aunt on her mother side that is alive. She even said that her great-aunt is a well-known witch. Other than that information, Iris's immediate family is dead.

 

“I shouldn' have said that. Beside the point, I notice she have been watching me tap the bricks. So she must have cross over already.” He concluded.

 

“Yeah, one problem: she does not have a FUCKING WAND!” I yelled.

 

Hargid tensed.

 

“Harry, watch your tone! I suggest we look all over London. Maybe she has not gone far.”

 

Did I have a choice? No. Did I think she is killed by a gang of wizard? Not yet so that is why I had to find her. She is one of mates. If something like that happens to Ron or Hermione, I do the same for them.

 

We left Diagon Alley, by flock powder, and landed at Manchester Street. We searched all of London, without broomsticks, and did not find her. It was almost midnight when we reached the park. I kneel on the ground, breathing for air while Hargid stood, scanning the fields. He did not see Iris. He suggests I head back to the Dursleys and sleep. I can't afford it.

 

“Iris may have found her way home. Let's get some rest, Harry.” He said calmly.

 

“No.” I whispered, hoping to see her.

 

Suddenly, Hargid yelled,

 

“I see her!”

 

“Where?” I jumped to my feet.

 

“There! And boy is she running.” He said while pointing at a slender figure running like a lion is going to eat her. As she got closer, it was Iris. I started calling her name, which made her run faster.

 

As she got closer, she looks completely different. Her white hair, once curly, shiny, and pure, is now down, dirty, and all in her face. Iris clothes were torn and bloody. Strangely, she does not have scars on her body.

 

When she finally came to us, she ran into my arms. I held her, so close as if death was about to take us. She sobbed on my chest as I caress her hair. Out of no way she starts saying,

 

“Harry, he is planning to attack London one more time before school starts. Wormtail, Severus, and the Dark Lord were there when the bomb exploded at the mall. He was responsible for….for…killing a hundred people at the subway. My God, Harry, he is going to do the same for the wizardry world! He is evil…evil…”

 

Hargid looks at her and whispered “Severus Snape.” He shakes his head in disbelief. I can believe it. I knew from the start. Snape is working for the Dark Lord. This is the proof I need to tell Dumbledore. That Iris saw him with Voldemort and was responsible for the bombing at West Abby's mall and future deaths. I knew it all along; I just wish Iris did not saw it. I bet Voldemort tried to kill her or worst Snape tried…that bastard.

 

As much I am glad she is alive, she is not going to get involved in my mess. It is bad for her that almost all wizards hate her for being a vampire, it is worst if she gets involve in the War. I will not tell her about Voldemort, not now or ever.

 

I love her too much.

 

I held her, calming her down, saying anything I can to get her calm. Hargid told us we better leave the park before the Deatheaters find us. I let go of Iris, ready to leave, but she stops us. She tells us she needs to use the bathroom. In less than a minute, she returns, healthy looking and glowing. I think she feed on a human because she seems more refresh than earlier today.

 

We went to the parking lot, and rode on Hargid's motorcycle. When I asked her about her motorcycle, she smiles and claims someone stole it. I knew then that Voldemort must have destroyed it. So Iris and I had to ride with Hargid. Iris sat behind him while I said in the passage seat. We passed by the Dursleys house and Hargid suggests to drop me off. I told him that I will take the bus. I want to be with Iris. I know she had a rough time, especially being close to death twice.

 

Several minutes later, we were at Iris present home. It is the Harrington Hotel; the most famous and expensive home in all of Britain. Hargid, Iris, and I entered the hotel. Several people mumble among themselves as we walk to the elevator. She leads us to her room, which is on the fourteenth room. She opens the door and invites us in.

 

Hargid almost fainted when we saw the room. Everything was expensive. The leather couch, fine art, marble table, and velvet carpet. I am amazed by the luxury. I thought she was rich but not that rich. Like a child in a candy store, I wanted to try everything out. But I do have manners.

 

She asked us to sit down while she takes a shower. She will be out in a while. Directly, a version of her naked body appears in my mind. I quickly erased it. I sat on the leather beige couch while Hargid sat on the chair. We did not say anything to each other, all we heard is the water running. There was so much I wanted to say but could not say anything. All I could do is stared at the ceiling and the fine paintings. One particular is a picture of two black children crossing a bridge while a guardian angel watches over them. I like that one of all the paintings she has. Soon Hargid opens his mouth.

 

“Did she really see him?” he asked.

 

“Who? Oh, Voldemort?” I answered sarcastically.

 

He tense then relaxes.

 

“Yea, but more specifically Professor Snape. He used to be part of the Deatheaters but switch sides as a spy. He couldn't betray Dumbledore. Not him.” He said, trying to conceive me.

 

I sat up.

 

“I believe he have already switch sides, and been switched sides.” I said coldly.

 

“But she could have misheard his name or it could be another Severus in the He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Name's army. I just don't believe he—”

 

“Let me asked you something, Hargid. At the tavern, you said you were sent to protect us from someone. Well tell me, who?” I asked him since he is going to talk about Snape not betraying Dumbledore, which I believe he has.

 

Hargid hesitated for a minute. He looks at me than at his fingers. He was not such what to tell me or if to tell me. I wish he would tell me instead of later. I found out Voldemort is behind the bombing at West Abby's mall, the subway bombing, and now he is planning something big. What else is he hiding? Does this include Iris? If it does, I will protect her.

 

He clears his throat.

 

“Harry, Dumbledore sent me to help Iris buy books for school and tell her things about Hogwarts. He wanted me to protect her from radical anti-vampire groups like HOME or Atria. Then Dumbledore told me you were coming with Iris. So he wanted me to tell you something important. It is that you will receive a letter in four days time. Don't ask me what the letter is for. All I know is that you will receive it in four days.

 

“Anyway Dumbledore found out that Voldemort might be hiding at Diagon Alley and planning his next attack on muggles…”

 

“Dumbledore knew!” I yelled. I can't believe this fucking shit. He knew and refused to save millions of lives. If he keeps it up, Voldemort will take over the world.

 

“Yes, but he does not want to interfere because that is what Voldemort want him to do. He wants Dumbledore to act and when he does… Listen, Harry, this is not the good time to tell you this. I only know half of the story. The only person you can ask is Dumbledore. He will tell you everything. He just wants me to protect you and Iris and inform you about the letter.”

 

I was too pissed to say anything else. How can Dumbledore not interfere? Is Dumbledore going to sit back, drink fire whiskey and watch Voldemort kill everyone? This has be some solution of why he is doing this. But I can't just watch. I have to do something.

 

We did not say anything until we heard a knock on the door. We stood, automatically, not sure what to do. I wanted to answer the door, but Hargid stops me. He goes to the door.

 

“Who is it?”

 

No answer.

 

Hargid asked again.

 

There was still no answer.

 

Soon I had enough and decide to open the door. Hargid tries to stop me but I didn't listen. I open it and almost yelled.

 

“Hello Potter, I'm glad you and the vampire are safe.” He said folding his arms.

 

“You fucking bastard!” I growled.

 

All I can remember is hitting Snape in the jaw.