Title: Blood Duty
Summary: Harry was abandoned by his parents when they found out he was a vampire. With no where to go, He is brought to Wyraan Academy to live and learn. However, Ethan Potter, the so-called 'boy-who-lived' was not anything Albus Dumbledore expected the 'light' hero to be. Desperate, he contacts Ethan's brother, Harry. But will Harry agree to become the 'light' hero or will he turn to the 'dark' side. Vampire, Powerful Harry
Pairing: Tom Riddle and Harry, TMRHP
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my OC's.
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Chapter five : Family
James Potter was confused. He and Lily were just called out of a nice dinner when Dumbledore owled them to come to his office.
Was Ethan in trouble already? That would be a record; even he had never gotten called into the headmaster's office on the first day back to school.
As if sensing his thoughts, Lily Potter turned to Dumbledore and asked,
"Good evening, Professor. Is there a problem, is Ethan in trouble?" Her eyes darted towards where Ethan stood, next to Harry.
"No, no, no problem, I just wanted you to meet-" Dumbledore immediately said before he was interrupted by James' startled shout.
"Hey! You look just like me, except for the eyes! As a matter of fact, you look exactly how our-" Before he could continue his sentence, he was interrupted by a loud gasp.
"No" Lily cried, looking straight at Harry. "It can't be. You're supposed to be dead!"
"I am dead, theoretically speaking" Harry drawled, finally deciding to speak. The tone he spoke in was similar to how one would when informing others about the weather, not about matters of life and death.
"You can't be Harry Potter. You can't! You're dead!" continued Lily, obviously ignoring Harry's input. After a while, she seemed to regain her posture and proceeded to 'inspect' Harry. "How can this be? You look so normal!"
"I am normal…ish." Harry retorted.
"But…but…I thought, after all these years, being what you are, you would have turned…"
"What? Vampire-ish? Blood-thirsty? Evil? Dead?" Harry immediately snapped. "Maybe if you allowed me to stay a while longer instead of dumping me on the streets when you found out I was a vampire, you would have realized that I was not a blood-kissed vampire, but rather a born vampire, which means I must have inherited the gene from one of you."
Lily frowned.
"I never knew there were two types of vampires. I though –"
"If you actually bothered to read about vampires, you would have known. You also would have realized that born vampires are perfectly safe to live with. You would have found out, the first time they actually drink blood is at the age of eight. And even then, we only had to drink once a month. You would have realized that the real, existing vampires in this world are not the same as the ones muggle portray us to be."
Lily couldn't help but pale with every word said. Her mouth opened to say something that could redeem herself, but with all her intelligence, she couldn't think of what to say. As she was thinking, a new voice was introduced.
"What's happening?" The new voice came from Ethan Potter, who was looking at Lily, James and Harry with confusion. Because Lily was currently busy and couldn't answer, Ethan turned to James for answers.
"Dad, what's happening?"
Instead of answering, James just sent Ethan a helpless look; it was obvious he was as clueless as Ethan.
Because neither Harry nor Lily seemed capable of replying, they both turned to Dumbledore, who had been observing all of them for the whole time.
"This is Harry Potter." Dumbledore finally said, after a long pause of awkward silence. "Your missing twin brother, Ethan."
Ethan's face immediately transformed from the confused expression to a flabbergasted face.
"But mother told me that he was killed in the attack."
"And Lily told me that he ran away from home because he couldn't cope with being different."
Both Father and son glanced at each other before settling their gaze unto the one that probably caused all of this.
"It's not my fault. Not my fault. He isn't supposed to be here. He's supposed to be dead!" Lily hysterically screamed when she caught sight of their accusing eyes. "He wasn't supposed to be this normal. He wasn't. Why did it turn out like this? He wasn't supposed to turn up. He's supposed to be dead. Dead. Why did he appear again, he's ruining all the plans. It wasn't supposed to be like this…"
Before Lily could continue with her tirade, Harry turned to Dumbledore and asked whether there was anything he needed as he wanted to leave.
Without waiting for an answer, Harry stormed out the office and into the Slytherin dorm.
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Harry didn't know the password to enter the Slytherin dormitory, but the portrait, seeing Harry's expression, allowed entry immediately. Upon entering, Harry couldn't help but notice that the interior of the dorm reminded him, slightly, of the home he left behind.
The walls of the Slytherin common room were obviously green and silver, as they were the house colors. But decorating the walls were intricate designs of serpents of various species and other magical creatures, though most would dismiss it at first glance. Stylish armchairs were put delicately in front of the fireplace- clearly, a place to relax. On either side of the hearth were positioned two impressive bookshelves. In it were placed copies of the needed text that year- undoubtedly for those who temporally misplaced their books- and other books that would prove useful in the course of the year. On either side of the room were two long staircases that without a doubt led to their rooms.
The sight of a similar scene immediately calmed Harry. The design of the common room made him think about the happy times in the Academy, and in turn, made him forget of the rather unpleasant meeting in Dumbledore's office.
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The sleeping arrangements for Slytherin were different to the ones in Gryffindor. The Gryffindor sleeping quarters involved everyone bunking in the same room, which can increase 'team spirit' but in Slytherin, everyone was allowed to have private rooms, albeit smaller rooms but still rooms, as Slytherins were more guarded. If they were all to sleep in the same quarters, none would feel safe. It was evident that paranoia was one of the characteristics of the Slytherin house.
The next day, Harry awoke at the crack of dawn. He was accustomed to waking up at this time because of habit – in the Academy, most students will get up at this time to get some morning exercise. During these days, Raviel would normally accompany him, but since he left, Azmaria had taken his place and joined Harry.
When Harry marched to the common room, Azmaria was already waiting for him. Together, they did a morning jog and spar. As always, Harry won with his superior skill in magic.
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Blaise was having a slight panic attack. After he got up, he went to find Harry- whose room was right next to his- only to find an empty but clean room. Harry hadn't come back to the dorms until quite late at night when everyone had already fallen asleep, and this morning, he was gone before the majority of the people ever awoke! In other words, no one – the slytherins- had seen a trace of Harry since the sorting. It was no wonder that Blaise was worried. To try to calm down, he marched to Draco's room, which was situated on the other side of Harry's, and barged right in, disabling all locks and privacy wards (since Draco was still asleep) to ask Draco one simple question.
"Have you seen Harry?" Blaise shot out the second Draco showed a sign of waking. Draco stared drowsily at Blaise, as if staring at Blaise would clear away all traces of sleepiness.
"Wha?" was Draco's sleepy reply.
"Harry. Have you seen Harry?" Draco began to rub his eyes to take away the sleep. After a moment pause, Draco managed to wake up.
"How could I have seen Harry? I just woke up about one second ago, when you woke me up!" Draco's voice slowly grew in crescendo. "Use your common sense!"
Blaise's only answer was to look sheepishly away from Draco; after all, he had a point.
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Before long, both were ready to go to the Great Hall.
After Blaise realized that Draco did, indeed, have a point, Draco convinced Blaise that Harry might have felt hungry in the morning and went to the Great Hall to eat first. Blaise nodded, agreeing with his logic and proceeded –calmly- to return to his dorm and to get ready for the day.
The second they arrived in the Hall, Blaise caught sight of the object of his concern, eating elegantly with manners that a pureblood would envy,
"Harry!" Blaise shouted, without delay, to Harry in order to gain his attention. As soon as that cry was heard, Harry's face morphed from the graceful manner to something eerily similar to Blaise's.
"Blaise!" Harry immediately responded, copying Blaise's cry of his name. Draco was glad that it was still fairly early. The only occupants in the Hall were Slytherins, teachers, and some odd Ravenclaws, or else he would have been embarrassed to be seen with Blaise. But as fate has it, the Slytherins, and teachers were quite use to Blaise's antics, although many were surprised that Harry would join in.
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Research has shown that school house rivalry often results in better response. As a result of that, most classes taught in Hogwarts comprised of a mixture of the various houses. Often Slytherins would be paired up with the Gryffindors as those two houses were known for its intense rivalry with each other (because of this, the Hufflepuffs would usually be paired off with the Ravenclaws).
Since Harry had read earlier about Slytherin's and Gryffindor's infamous rivalry, it was no surprise to him that when he received his timetable for the year, most of his classes were to be spent with the Gryffindors, in other words, with his … beloved brother.
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The first class of the day was Transfiguration. This would normally be no problem for Harry as Transfiguration was one of the easier subjects as most pranks involved the use of transfiguration but Transfiguration here, in Hogwarts, posed a slight problem for Harry- the use of wands.
Harry was always taught that the use of wands were unnecessary to practice magic, in fact, it would hinder your growth and power. Because of this, it was no wonder that Harry was unsure as to why Hogwarts would want the students to use wands. He didn't know what he should do to solve that problem. The simple answer came to him during a trip to Diagonal Alley.
Flashback
Harry had finished purchasing nearly everything needed in the list of supplies; now, the only product missing was the wand. He was uncertain why one would use the wands to perform magic; after all, he had been doing it all his life (save the times before he arrived in Wyraan Academy). Harry, however, still continued to proceed towards the wand shop called Ollivanders.
When he approached the dusty, narrow and shabby shop of Ollivanders, he was greeted by a mysterious voice creeping behind him. He was surprised, of course, as one would be when somebody, or something suddenly materialize from nowhere; but Harry usually was able to sense when someone was behind or around him, this was what made Harry even more taken back.
"Harry Potter, a bit late for a first year, aren't you?" Ollivander commented.
"Yes, I was previously…occupied." Harry replied rather hesitantly, as he didn't want to give more information that was needed.
"Ah, of course" Ollivander stated, "so off to another school then?"
"Yes… wait, how did you know?" inquired the very puzzled Harry. "I never said I went to another school."
"I believe its called…Wyraan Academy, no?" Ollivander said, with a tint of amusement laced in his voice.
Ollivander couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the stunned look Harry sported.
"Anyhow, I believe you were wondering what you should do, as Hogwarts clearly require the use of wands." Still with the minute whisper of amusement, Ollivander changed the subject. "The solution is very simple; just use it. After all, a short period of wand waving would not decrease your power, as long as you still keep up with a few wandless magic, you would be fine."
Harry looked like he was about to give his opinion, but before he could, Ollivander continued. "If you are wondering why I would be selling wands to people even though I don't believe that the usage of the wand is beneficial for students, …" he paused, as if to put a dramatic flair to the 'story'. "It's a secret."
With those three words, Harry face faulted. After all the effort Ollivander put into the 'story', the least Harry expected was that kind of answer.
End of flashback
After learning absolutely nothing, Harry went on to find 'the perfect wand' that best suited his personality. After much effort, the wand given, bought by Harry was an 11 inch, yew wand, with the core as a phoenix feather and a tail feather of a thestral. As Harry found out later, the phoenix feather was taken from the phoenix that stayed with Dumbledore.
During transfiguration class, Harry was, for once, not the top of his class as he was still not use to utilizing a wand to perform magic. However, Azmaria assured him that, with time, it was certain that Harry would get the hang of wand magic.
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