yeah so I'm back... Well not back per say, I have been writing and just released another chapter of BE. but I wrote that a few months back. In that time, I wrote and scraped over ten stories. They did help me in my story telling, I even tried my hand at third person, but I couldn't get it to flow right, so first person again! Anyways, here is a cross over with harry potter and RWBY. harry is a tad bit insane in this from his experiences in life. I try and tell why this is in the story. The pairs are a toss between Blake and Yang. I may just do both, I did try my hand at a harem fic and enjoyed writing it. other pairs are J/P R/W Ren/Nora. More maybe as I write.

My last moments in life were both amazing and terrible. I had just ripped out the throat of Bellatrix as she tried to kill my best mate, Ron, right after casting the dark curse at my godfather, killing him where he stood, right outside the veil. A thing I can do since I became a vampire hybrid when I was thirteen.

I was walking the streets at night when some crazed man took a chunk out of my throat, no drama, just walked up behind me and took a bite, drank a little, then left me bleeding in the alley. Something strange happened and my head burst open and fought the infection. I knew it had something to do with old Tommy boy because it came out hissing in parseltongue like a lunatic, "Not yet! I will have my revenge on all these mudbloods!"

There was a lot of pain, mind numbing agony, but in the end I was alive, but had long pointed canine teeth, pale skin which is healed of all previous wounding and scars which is nice since that included my bolt scar and lash marks from Vernon. I do not believe scar Tom survived the attack because it felt like something let go of my magic that I didn't know was there. Plus my head felt much clearer after everything, my magic more powerful and I later found had unlocked a few powers that I only glimpsed at in my youth. Such as metamorphosis with just my hair, not glamorous but the subtlety would get me far in my extracurricular activities in the world, at the time, I thought at the time I wasn't a vampire because I read that Vampires, being dead beings, had no magic.

There was very little time between not convinced and convinced I was changed. Mostly due to being able to move faster and be much stronger than even Hagrid. I also woke up in the morning and the sun was baring down on me, so I couldn't be a full vamp or I would have been crispy and dead.

I kept the change hidden, easy when I was already pale from my time in Scotland and trapped inside all day. I shouldn't have been out, but I jumped out the window to get a little freedom.

My first blood was from Dudley, I crept into his room and drugged him with sleep aids. Not the most effective way, but I was thirteen and hungry. I made a little cut on the outer bicep and drained a bottle of blood. It took a few cuts, but a little cold water and scrubbing, all that is left is little cuts on his arm that he won't remember getting.

I underestimated the stupidity of the males of the family that time and was immediately blamed and beaten badly... With bats and even a chair. Mostly anything on hand. Even though it was my fault, they should have thought, 'Where did that come from? Must have scraped against something.' I even cleaned the knife and bottle afterward.

I found when I drank blood, my eyes went from green to bright crimson. They are easy to hide under shades and I found that it only lasted for a few days, but when it turns back, I feel the urge for more blood, negligible without physical aliments other then a little constant urge. I found I could last a month until my next feeding because the urge just got so loud that I needed to silence it. Not that I cared I was drinking blood. I accepted that I was finally the freak I've been told I was and just went with the flow of my changes.

Petunia knew something was going on with me, but said nothing to Vernon. I knew why as well. Vernon scared her. In the first few years, she would always sneak down and sooth me to sleep after a bad beating, she stopped after she got caught a second time and was hit for it. That was the first time I truly wanted to kill the man. She puts up an act around Vernon, but sometimes she sneaks a little more food out for me to eat when the males are not home.

I kept my cover and taught myself to be more out going in life. I still acted weak in school, not to raise attention to myself, but I still learned ahead of my year. Hell, with my vampire memory, I learn most of the fifth and sixth year stuff. I guess for immortal beings, good memory is key. I need very little sleep, so when all was sleep, I would break into the library and read the night away or practices spells. The cloak is always on me in my pouch. Nothing was safe and when I bogged myself down too much, I would play a little harmless prank. I took to not using the cloak by fifth year so I could move without it in the night.

Feeding was of little problem, but I found with the tournament and the DA club, there was enough distraction for me to sneak a little bottle here and there and I taught myself a little spell that can heal little cuts. In my practice, I found the joys of wandless magic. The leech had been blocking it, but also helped me control my wand. I didn't know until later I could go ask to be taken to get another so I trained hard until I could pretend to still use my old one.

My first kill was during the summer after fourth year. The night Tom came back was too quick and jolting to retaliate properly. I was prowling the nights as I am one to do, when some man cornered and pulled a knife on me. He started sprouting about how he will cut me up like all those other kids. Desperate for information, I took to sneaking around while to watch the new in the house. There are reports of murdered children, mostly little girls who were abused before dying in most terrible manners.

Seeing the murderer and rapist of young girls in front of me, I see red and when I woke, I was standing over his drying corpses with the sweet taste of blood in my mouth. I didn't feel the least bit guilty. I never do when I hurt people unless they are my friends or innocents.

Fifth year, I started the DA and taught all people who wanted to be taught. I also dedicated hours on end to mind arts to keep Snape from seeing my thoughts after I learned that he can do the whole mind reading thing. I have little doubt he found my hybrid stuff due to not reporting me to Dumbledore for my crimes. I did learn that my dad was kind of a dick in his school years and I can kind of see why he would hate me. I saw that dad almost got him eaten by a werewolf. That is not a forgive and forget thing.

Umbitch was a problem, but due to my healing, scars did not take and I do not have "I must not tell lies" engraved in my hand. I even got my first date that year, I don't count Padma because frankly, I didn't know her and it was a favor for Ron. Not that I couldn't get one before, just that I really never had the time. What with the DA and trying to survive the tournament from hell. Cho Chang, I didn't pick right there and she just used me as a connection to Cedric. I cut it off before our first kiss.

Back to my moments before dying, Ron saw me take a chunk out of the woman's throat and came to the correct conclusion of "Vampire" after seeing my teeth coated in her blood. Without a pause, my five year best friend, one I saved his family for, hung out with him, purposely went out with a girl I didn't even like for a dance, so he could get a date, pushed me away and caused me to stumble off into Sirius's corpse and trip back into the veil. I want to hold to the idea that it was an accident, but I saw his eyes. They were just raw hate towards me. He meant it.

The last thing I saw before I was taken is Hermione charging after me, screaming. I give her a cheerful smile to not let her last image of me be one with a face full of fear. I finally enter the veil after my flashback and keep falling in a white light for what seems like hours, but can only be a minute at most. It was rather fun looking back, I love being in the air and high up. I must have been thousands of feet above the ground.

Finally some color came to the world and I wished to the goddess of night to take me there. I find myself about to slam into a three story building at terminal velocity. I barely get my arms up before I plow through the surprisingly soft ceiling and through the first two floors to crash into what I caught to be a club.

My impact to the wood floor was painful, but thanks to the cushioning of the material above, whatever it is, I got out with just shattered arms, punctured organs and a broken back. A little, well a lot of, blood and I'll be right as rain in a minute if I combine it with my magic. I find that my magic boosts my healing rate immensely. It feels like it just really wants me to stay alive.

I slowly reached into my pouch with an expanding charm in it and grab one of my flasks that I keep on me for my weekly dose of life liquid. I drain the entire thing and focus my magic into my limbs, causing a slight greenish glow, but I soon am able to get up with only a little ache and phantom pains.

When I get up, the first thing I see is a blond haired teen woman with gauntlets and outfit that reminds me of a cowgirl surrounded by thugs with clubs and axes, all of which are wearing matching suits and are staring at me. "Sorry about the roof... and other floors," I say as I stretch. Without a word, one of the well dressed thugs with an axe charges me with his chose weapon raised.

Still running high from my previous battle, I take a step and kick my leg at his knee, connecting, I shatter it out the back of his leg in a spray of blood. I start calmly talking over the wails of the injured man, "Okay guys, I just lost my godfather. I am rather emotionally unstable," I mutter, "Nothing new" and continue, "Unless you thugs back the FUCK up and away from the fine young lady, I will quench my thirst with your blood!" I really don't feel any guilt about Sirius, I love the man even now, but it was not my fault entirely that he went and did all that he did in the fight. He was so lonely and isolated, he probably relished in any inhuman contact, even if it was taunting an enemy. Who I blame is Dumbledore, for he made me his pawn and had Sirius so alone that he forwent safety to finally have some human interaction.

I see one pull a gun from his belt and point it at me, only for the blond to sucker punch him in the gut and with a shot that sounds like a shotgun going off, the man flies back, but seem to survive. This sets off the rest of the thugs and each picks a target.

I shrug and meet their charge head on. Not even bothering with my wand, I got another during fourth year after reading a text on the laws. Boy I felt stupid there, seeing as I trained with my new magic power I could do wandless with a little imagination and power, but found the new wand, a Yew with Thestral blood, a great match which helps me amplify my spells. I punch as hard as I could at the lead man, breaking his neck and shattering his skull, then with my other hand, directed the one of the three spells I taught myself to do on command, "Reducto". I went all combat with the reflex spells.

The spell tore apart the man and sprays his blood over his allies. They let out a scream, only to be quickly silenced under my ruthless assault. I have five kills under my belt before I came here, I already found a way to look at things to avoid guilt too much. Heh, what would Dumbledore think when he finds his preaching didn't stick and I'm killing all these people? Helps that most I kill are scum. Sirius was the final straw for mercy for me. He wouldn't have died if they executed Bellatrix like they should have!

I can't help but let loose a cackle, fueled by my haze, as I tear through their ranks in bloodlust ridden joy. These... Peasants... Think they have a chance against me! They're like cockroaches! They just keep coming! I stop in the middle of their ranks, all the thugs abandoning the blond and taking on their more lethal opponent, I yell out with my arms thrown out wide, "C'mon! Show me you are more then this! You are many and I am one!" I release a cutting charm with both hands in a wide arch which bisects over twenty men. At this point, they take the wise decision and run away with their tails between their legs. "Cowards! I am just one boy with a little blood fetish AHAHAH!" I hysterically laugh as they all but leapfrog over each other to get out of the battlefield.

I calm down from my blood haze as I pull some flasks out and fill them up from the freshly dead corpses. Never let free blood go to waste. I down one and fill it back up so I have my magic reserves full, just in case the cowgirl attacks me. She looks more capable than the suits. As I fill up my flasks, I notice my robes covered in blood and all kinds of fluid, so I strip it off. I always wear my nice sneakers and pair of jeans when I can under my robes, this happens to be the day I do.

I look over to see the blond staring wide-eyed at the destruction, "Sorry you had to see that milady. Blood hazes are a little uncontrollable." Not the first time I did that. First was when I got shot by some mugger in London as I prowled for a meal outside of Diagon alley. He shot me in the balls and that just doesn't stand. Thankfully, a pint of blood from his body and it was like nothing happened.

She looks at me and flinches back when she sees my eyes, "What are you?! Some kind of vampire?!"

I can't help but laugh at this, two for two! "Yes... That is exactly what I am. And judging by your weapons and the fact that the tech here looks FAR more advanced than anything I've ever seen, I would hazard a guess I am in a different dimension."

"D- Does your dimension fight with swords or something? This is an admittedly advanced weapon, but nothing too uncommon."

"Nah, we have guns and the likes, but nothing like your shotgun gauntlets." I tell her in my thick British accent as I sweep my hair back and down my neck. The blood holding it and giving my raven colored hair a bloody princely look to it. (Loki from avengers) "Man this day is getting stupid." I look to the right when two Asian teens enter, they take one look at the room and vomit as one. They both run away immediately after getting themselves under control. "So... Yellowy, what is a seemingly nice girl like yourself doing being surrounded by so many thugs?"

The girl seems to get over her shock and answers in a subdued voice, "Well Mr. Vampire, I was looking for information on my little sister. Been trying to find her for a bit after she went and took a job to take out a herd of beowolves. I'm sure she is fine and just got distracted. Do you have Grimms where you come from?"

"No, what are they and why would a young girl be hunting them?"

"They are um... soulless monsters that randomly kill anything not part of their pack. My sister and I are huntresses in-training and take on these freelance jobs for some money. I was hoping to celebrate with her about my acceptance into Beacon."

"Beacon?" I guess it's some kind of school for these... Huntresses?

"Yeah, Beacon, the best hunter school ever! It's mine and Ruby's dream to go there!" I was right. "Hell, you might be allowed to go with the skills you have right now. Where did you learn that light show stuff?" Seeming to distract ourselves from the massacre, I can't imagine what life this girl leads to only be shaken by seeing the slaughter. I explain as we head out of the blood bath.

"I'm a wizard as well as a Vamp. Strange in my case, with me being alive and still mostly mortal. Unlike my counterparts of the night, I am able to keep my magic which I think is part of my soul, judging by some wizards and witches becoming ghosts after death, it is more spiritual than physical. No one really knows if that's true, just that if you use too much, you well... Die."

"Sounds like aura to me. The things hunters and huntresses use to enhance our power. We think it is part of our soul which is why Grimms can't use it. You know being soulless and all. There is also dust which is like aura, just more predictable and can be mined," The well endowed blond explains to me.

"Really, wish we had something like dust. Pre-made spells from the dirt for quick on the go fights. I wouldn't have kept getting my ass kicked by that maniac. Ah well, I should introduce myself." I hesitate and figure, why not? "Sirius Black, you?" I decide to use my godfather's name in lieu of my own. I really have very little good experience attached to the name 'Harry Potter' just abuse, pain, and betrayal.

"Your name is Serious? Like, 'seriously don't take my fries'? I chuckle and correct her that it is named after the star. "Well then, my name is Yang! Yang Xio Long! So tall, pale and handsome, what are you going to do now that you are in some new world?"

"I'll probably go check up on this freelance thing and maybe apply your school of choice, you seem like someone I'd like to know," I tell her as we walk out of the club.

"No need Mr. Black. Beacon could use a fighter like you." A light but firm voice speaks from above us. Wiping around, I see a blond haired woman that strangely reminds me of Professor McGonagall. She is in a white blouse with tight pants and heels. On her back was a flowing cape that strangely suits her.

Yang gasps as well as another voice. Turning once more, I see a girl around my age if a little younger in black and red looking at the same woman. She is in a skirt and corset with a red hood cape. Yang speaks up, "Ms. Goodwitch! What are you doing here?"

"I was coming here to tell you that your sister is accepted into Beacon, but seeing the skill this one has over his... aura, I believe he could make a fine addition to the school. If! He can get over his blood lust." Yang squeals and hugs the other girl, I guess that is Ruby. While they are celebrating, I tell the professor.

"Oh that, no worries ma'am, with my flasks, I should be good for about a year if I don't get hurt, then I'll probably leave and raid a blood bank or something on break." I am rather casual about my soon to be petty crimes, seeing as they are by far not the worst things I've done. Just now I killed dozens of people. A little robbery can be over looked.

"No need Mr. Black. Beacon can provide you with a expiring blood bag even week or two, as well as the bare essentials of clothing."

"Well okay then, that's rather convenient. Thanks for the clothing, most of my stuff is well... On its last legs" I pull out a patchy and threadbare shirt from my pouch and slip it on, then shrink it to fit me comfortable. "Transfiguration, hard as all hell, but is just so damn useful." I will always be grateful to my aunt for teaching me how to sew.

"Okay. Be at this location in a month's time and be ready for school you three." She tosses me a card and disappears.

"Well then Yang, little sister Ruby, See you in a month. I apperate away to a nearby roof top. Screw the law, after I saw it used by a wizard the first time, I taught myself how to do it outside school grounds.

Using the vantage point, I jump around the city to find a place with a map, which was easy seeing as I just had to go to a gas station a swipe one.

The month passes fine, I beat up, but not kill a few more people that are thugs for the same company, looting their unconscious bodies for an assortment of items. I got more then a few cigarettes packs, a ton of money called lien and information small time businesses. I even picked up a little protection detail for a few days by some worried shop owner in exchange for some clothing and gear.

I go to the location given and enter an impressive ship. It looks like a cross between a plane and a four legged animal. It seems to be airborne which just makes it BETTER! Flying is still one of my favorite pass times, too bad my broom was left at Hogwarts. I see the two girls and give then a hearty wave and a closed mouth smile. If I hadn't become a vampire, I can see myself stuttering around these two really beautiful girls. Luring criminals into alleys helped my shyness and acting skills, also teaching an entire grade of teens the art of combat helped immensely as well.

"Heya Sirius! How was your week?! This is my sister Ruby!" The excited girl says while patting the back of the red girl next to her. I see very little family resemblance between the two. Must be half-sisters or adopted.

"Hello there Yang, Ruby. My week went fine Yang, got a job protecting a store for a bit, beat up some thugs and stole some of their blood along with their money, you know the standard delinquent acts of a immature wizard."

Ruby spoke up in a pitch similar to her sisters, "Blood? Why did you take there blood?"

I chuckle and unsheathe my fangs. I have no trouble not hiding it, being I believe the only vampire in this realm that, plus might as well scare away people before they can stab me in the back. "Vampire, little Red. I enjoy the baser things in life." With that, I flop down on the bench next to yang and light one of the cigarettes I took, a habit I got into when I found my healing powers include the side-effects of the drug.

I kept my hair in the prince style since I got here, keeps my hair out of my eyes and I enjoy the look. I did wash it of course so it smells of mangoes now. Don't know why I chose that soap, but there it is. With my money, I bought a standard longsword that is about the size of the sword I used to kill the Basilisk, so I'm not just tearing people apart with my hands and magic.

The two girls chat next to me, Ruby seems to be worried that she will be treated special because she is moving up two grades, I spoke up to ease her troubles, "Don't worry Red, even if you are treated differently, it will only last for about a week or two, then they grow accustom to you and leave you alone."

"How do you know that Sirius?! They could start bullying me because I'm younger! Or not talk to me! Or..." She slowly built herself into a tizzy. I need to stop her before she makes herself pass out from lack of air. I saw Colin do that once, it was funny, but I had to help the poor boy down five floors to the infirmary.

"I'll tell you a little story from my life to show you it is going to be fine and it won't be a problem, okay," I open my eyes to see the girl nod. "To start the story, I'll start, well at the beginning, I am knew in my home realm as the Boy-Who-Lived. A maniac was tearing apart my home country and winning. For some reason he attacked me and my family when I was around one years old. Just a little pup as my godfather would say. Father died first, then my mother in front of me. Not the best first memory that. All with one curse, Avada Kadavara, the killing curse. No block, no shield spell, nothing can stop it. If you're hit in the toe even, you die immediately. I think it stops your heart.

The crazed wizard cast it on me in my crib and somehow it back fired. I blame mum for that. It rebound and 'killed' the psychopath. All I got was a scar, which disappeared after my third year of school when I became a vampire. The world idolized me, wrote children books about me, tried to set marriage contracts with me, but being an orphan in with no knowledge of his heritage at my normal relatives, I was unaware of all this. The leader of light had me raised without knowledge of the world I saved. Magic is well hidden unlike your aura, no normal people knew about it. It's like an entire society within a much larger one.

I found when I turned eleven that I was a wizard, one with a household name before he could talk. I entered the wizarding school and was harassed day and night for the first week about if I remember the night my parents died. Oh I wanted to hurt some people," I giggled a bit remembering my time as a firstie, "but by the end of the month, I was the normal student with a bigass scar on his face, just another piece of the school life and was treated as such. If a idol of the world with children stories written about him can fade into the background, than a girl who is younger and better at fighting in a warrior school will have no problem blending in around week two."

Dazed, the girl replies, "Yeah... Okay, it might not be so bad." Yang, Ruby and I chat a bit more and after a few hours we arrive at the school. Unlike Hogwarts, it looks cheery and inviting. Not intimidating at all like an old castle is. The plane ride was like the express at Hogwarts. Allowing returning students and new students mingle with each other before the year starts.

We dismount the ship, passing a guy being sick in the garbage, must have motion sickness. I wander off to check out the grounds. I found the dorm first and took a free map. I just walked around for a bit, taking in the sights. I spotted a gathering of new students which I join. After watching a confrontation between Ruby and a girl wearing all white over something involving dust, I heard her be called Weiss, the headmaster gave a speech and we were sent off for the night to sleep in the ballroom by the blond professor, Goodwitch. The same one who recruited me. She gives me a warning glances and I just smile toothily and give her a jolly wave.

We arrive at the ballroom and everyone pulls a sleeping bag. I just claim a spot as my own and go get changed into my night clothes that I bought while here. I spent the month sleeping on rooftops. A wood floor is not going to kill my back anymore than a shingled roof. They provided a uniform for me, so I only bought combat gear and PJs. It is just a nice black pajama bottom with red bats on it. I don't keep a shirt on so that is all I need. I don't have any scars to hide anymore so I stopped wearing a shirt in fourth year.

I leave the room and go back to my spot, flopping down to wait for the others to finish changing. Seeing as I don't need much sleep, why go to bed early? I pull out my longsword from my pouch and start cleaning it. "I wish I could still use the sword of Gryffindor, that thing wa-" I am cut off by a flash of light and the sword appears in my lap, shattering my old sword like it finds the thing inferior and should not be used. "I love you, my best friend!" I hug the sword and get nicked on the tip of my finger.

It starts to burn familiarly, oh shit this thing is poisoned with basilisk venom! I grab a shard of my old sword and draw a deep line across the middle of my finger to bleed the poison out. My blood comes out black from the venom. When it finally turns red again, I leave it open and give the sword hilt a flick, "Dick! Trying to poison your partner! I thought you loved me too?! I guess I was wrong!" I sheath the long sword in the one I got with the unworthy sword with a huff.

Only then did I look up to see everyone staring at me, "What?! My sword was coated in extremely potent venom, had to get it out somehow." I wave my hand and my poisoned blood disappears.

All the student hopefuls eyes bug out at my magic display, I guess they really don't use their aura like magicians do or it is a separate thing. Probably different with no one showing accidental magic. "Carry on, nothing to see here anymore." They all scatter and mutter about the crazy guy with poison.

Yang comes up behind me in her pajamas, yellow as well, and sits next to me. "So, what kind of venom does a vampire get their hands on? Bat venom? Where did you get it?"

"Heh... Funny thing is, this sword was coated in venom before the change. A giant snake was terrorizing my school so I took this sword and shoved it through the things brain in a secret chamber underneath a bathroom. Sad day really. Since I can talk to the snakes, I heard its last words. It thanked me for freeing it from harming the students, it was apparently a corrupted guardian. I guess the venom absorbed into the metal or something, because the headmaster put the blade on display and there is no way he didn't wash it first."

"Wait, can all vampires speak to snakes, I thought that was like bats or something?"

"No, I don't know where I got the ability, but its not vampire based and not everything with vampires are related to bats!." She points at my Pajamas. "Personal preference is all," I grin. "Here, I'll give you a little demonstration. "You are rather fetching tonight".

"Cool! I didn't understand a word of that!" Ruby cut in, lean over her sister's head.

"Well yeah... Snake language, not something normal people speak." Ruby blushed and Yang and I laughed kindheartedly at her expense.

The two flop down next to me, Ruby takes out a little notebook and starts writing as Yang comments, "It's like a big slumber party here."

Ruby absently commented while writing, "I don't think dad would approve of all the boys though."

Yang purred out a reply, "I know I do." I chuckle and look around the room. The guys were roughhousing and flexing, trying to attracted attention from Yang judging by the glances her way. And then I almost burst out laughing. A blonde guy name Jaune came into the scene where a blue onesie. He gave us a wave and continued on. Man has got some big balls to wear that in front of everyone. I almost applaud the guy as he gives Yang a wink.

The sisters have a slight conversation around me, Ruby is slightly upset that she made only one friend and already an enemy. "Don't worry little red. I made it through most of school with only two friends and I was a brooding bastard. You'll be okay. You've got your sister don't you? As well as a rather cheerful personality. You'll find more friends by the time the week ends."

"I guess," The teen grumbles. Yang gets up and pulls her up with her. Ruby is pulled away to be introduced to some more people. She starts with a girl in mostly black, reading in the corner. I just pull out a book I got on aura and read up on it. I start with how to unlock it. Might as well try and see if I can. If not, well I still have my magic and enhanced abilities. It says to mediate and reach deep in one self and find a bass like energy and break it.

I can easily mediate with my training, and ignoring my magic, I feel around for a few minutes. Soon, I hear the beat. Huh, guess I do have it and it's not just magic used differently. I never did extensive searching of my mind, so I just never noticed. I find a large ball of blackish red pulsing energy. Like my magic core, but while that is green, this is not and is much bigger. I imagine a large hand around it and crushing it under its gripped. I bursts apart and starts spreading outward then pain hits.

I come out of the meditation in agony, worse than the vampirism and basilisk combined with the crucio curse egging the two on. I couldn't keep in my cry of pain and let loose a inhuman howl, clawing at my skull to kill myself. It felt like I was being torn apart and expanded, while reforming everything only to be repeated. Finding my fingers too dull, I blindly grope for my blade shards I neglected to clean up.

I slice my hand on a few before I grip a long piece and just before I shoved it into my throat, a strong hand caught my wrist and twisted the shard out of my hand. Three other people join in and hold me down as I howl and struggle for death. After an eternity, the pain begins to fade until all I can do is whimper like a wounded animal as it recedes. I hear faint calling, "Sirius! Come on man, snap out of it! What's wrong?!"

I go limp and open my eyes slowly. When they are fully open, but I couldn't make out anything but blurry black outlines, I whimper out, "Oww. It didn't say anything about hurting."

"Sirius! What was that?! What did you do?!" Yang cried.

Coughing up blood and spitting it to the side, I answer, "I was seeing if I could unlock aura too, so I did what the book says to do. Exactly like it says to do and then I don't know." I weakly grabbed my pouch to my side and shaking, pulled a blood flask out. I flipped the lid and drain the entire thing in seconds.

New pain erupts, but it feel like it's just finalizing something. That something became apparent when something burst out of my back and my muscles all seized up a second before relaxing. I moan out, "Ow. What now?"

This time the person holding my legs answered, "You- You have a tail and dog ears now... How?" I look down and see it's the girl in white.

"Help me up Yang." She does and I struggle to turn my head to my side, I see black a large black tail that reminds me of Padfoot. Reaching up slowly, I feel the top of my head and squeeze my new ears. "Why can't I do anything normal?! Why?!" I cry as I put my face in my hands, letting the blood from my throat flow out of my mouth, onto my chest and pants so I can breath properly.

The person that was holding my arm with the shard in it that kept me from killing myself rubbed my back to try and comfort me. I glance over and see it is the girl Yang dragged Ruby to talk to. I can't help but notice the strong smell of cat around her. I give a mirthless laugh, "I guess I have to thank you kitty cat. Stopping me from slitting my throat I mean. I am in your debt."

The cat answers me in a strained mellow voice, "I did what anyone else that noticed would have done." I chuckle and struggle to my feet. Turning my head, I felt for my tail, finding the ears, I had them extend slightly and compress. I think of wandless magic and just will the new parts away and back in, chanting the mantra in my head, 'Go away until I call you back.' They respond and rush into my body. They sheath and I feel a burning pain in the respected areas. Looking down, I see the tail wrapped around my lower body to my stomach while feeling my ears, I find them more pointed. With the change came a sense of loss and disrupted my balance.

"Well ladies, I am off to hunt for the doctor of the campus. Get some heavy meds and pass out in their office. I will see you during the initiation." I painfully and stiffly scoop my pouch and leave. Once outside, I let the dog parts loose and I feel whole again. No more hiding that if I can help it.

After a bit, I find myself in front of the main building, legs almost giving out from fatigue. I enter the building and look around for assistance. I see an attendant and approach them. "Hello mister. Um... Where's the nurse?"

The attendant looks at me and eyes my tail markings, then the blood stains on my pants and chest. "Down the hall to the left. There is always someone on staff at night." Thanking him, I make my way to the office and knock on the door. I get permission to enter and do so.

I see a few beds in the corner and a nurse doing paper work behind a desk. "What is the problem?"

I scratch the back of my head and answer, "I... heh... how do I explain this. I read in a book how to unlock my aura and well I did... But it caused me a suicidal amount of pain. I need someone to check me for nerve damage and explain why I have these," I point to my head and wag my tail. "I distinctly remember never being part dog until I unlocked my aura. Is this normal?"

The nurse jumped up and ushered me to a bed. "Unlocking aura is a painless practice. It shouldn't cause any pain, especially not give the person a tail!" She passes me a a few pills. "Pain relief and sleep aids." I immediately swallow them.

"I am going to do some test while you sleep, is there anything I should know about you before I do them?"

The aids are already kicking in. Numbing all my senses and thoughts. I dully answer, "I'm a vampire and a magician, I think that's it." Then I pass out.