Harry got off the train, more excited than ever to go to the Dursley's residence. He couldn't wait to see their faces…

"Tom! Hurry up!" he said, waving at his boyfriend. Said teen grinned and got over to him. "Ready to go?" Harry said with a big smile, practically bouncing on his feet.

Since there was no place for Tom to go, and Hogwarts was closed during the summer holidays, -and Tom didn't want to be stuck with Dumbles-, they had decided Tom would stay with Harry. Harry though, had ignored the headmaster when he was telling him he had to first ask permission. Why? He knew what their answer would be… it was so much more fun like this, as Damon had said it, ending in a mad chuckle which creeped everyone out. Of course, Damon creeping them out wasn't so abnormal.

"I'm coming, I'm coming…" Tom said, a crooked grin on his face.

"Already? What did I do to accomplish that?" Harry said, his eyes lighting up mischievously, earning him a swat over the head from Hermione. Merlin, did she always carry a book around?

"Save that for when we can't hear you anymore!" she scolded him, but Harry could see she was only seconds away from breaking out into snickers.

"Yeah yeah… I will" he smiled, rolling his eyes.

"So." Luthièn said, swinging her arms over Harry's and Hermione's shoulders. "Promise to write, don't do anything stupid, and try to survive, okay? The first and the last are actually the same thing…" she said, grinning wickedly.

"I'm getting scared… what are you gonna do if we don't write?"

"Use your imagination. And then ten times worse. I'm getting lessons from my dead Vampire boyfriend."

"Not so Vampire now anymore though…" Harry muttered.

"Hmm? What was that?" Damon's voice suddenly whispered in Harry's ear, causing the boy to jump.

"Well… I mean, I've never seen you drinking blood or anything…"

"That I don't need it anymore doesn't mean I can't… or won't for that matter," he grinned evilly

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

They were interrupted by Draco and Blaise, who ran over to them. "Hey! You're not getting away before saying goodbye to us!" Draco mock-scowled.

"Goodbye." Ron said.

"Weasel, was that actually an attempt at humour? Congrats!" Draco drawled sarcastically, just for the good measure. Suddenly though, both Draco and Ron broke out into laughter.

"Merlin!" Ron gasped. "Did we really act like this mere months ago? What idiots we were!"

"Yeah, I suppose. Don't even know why anymore!"

"Cause you were a Malfoy, and I a Weasley?"

"Hmm… probably. Stupid family feud." The platform was getting empty now, and all of them began to search for their families. When Arthur and Lucius both saw each other however, a glaring contest was the result. "Yep, stupid feud." Ron mumbled, and turned to his friends again, ignoring his father. "So, Harry, if those Dursley's give you trouble again, know that you're always welcome at the Burrow, 'kay?"

"I know. But somehow… I think I will be able to handle this summer. I might even be able to invite you!"

"Oh, yes! Then we can show those Muggles who's the boss!" Damon said, his eyes gleaming.

"Let me guess. You?" Luthièn said dryly.

"Exactly!" he exclaimed. "Where are they, by the way?"

"On the Muggle half of the railway station, waiting in the car, trying to get away here as fast as possible, I think," Harry grunted.

"Don't worry about them," Tom said reassuringly, kissing his cheek. "I'll handle it."

"Having a boyfriend who is allowed to use magic outside of school surely comes in handy, doesn't it?" Hermione winked.

"Certainly," Harry grinned back. He walked over to Draco to say goodbye, ignoring the shocked look Lucius gave him. "Bye Drake. See you at my birthday party?"

"Sure! When is it?"

"31st of July. I haven't yet determined where, since no way in hell am I gonna celebrate it at the Dursley's… Maybe the Burrow, y'know, Ron's house."

"Okay, cool. I've already got some awesome ideas for presents!"

"Mr Potter… Do I understand it that you are inviting my son to your birthday at the house of the Weasleys?" Lucius Malfoy said, his icy eyes narrowing.

"Yep! And probably with your old house elf as well! Bye!" he said, darting away, leaving Lucius shocked and Draco in a laughing fit. He just hoped that Drake wouldn't get in trouble for it later.

"Well, goodbye to you too guys," he told the rest. "I'll write you all, and don't miss my birthday."

"Or else…" Tom smirked evilly.

"We won't." Hermione promised them. "It's nice that we'll finally be able to celebrate your birthday all together, really. Sending presents to you just isn't the same."

"Tell me about it. But I guess I can't let my family wait any longer… lest they drive away without me."

Tom curled his arm around Harry's waist and they both walked to the exit, straight through the wall, their trunks already in Harry's room thanks to Tom.

When they approached the car, Vernon was already waiting outside, his little pig eyes narrowed. "Boy." He barked in a greeting. "And here we hoped you wouldn't come anymore…" he grinned at his own –to Harry's opinion miserable- joke. "Who's that!" he shouted unfriendly at Tom.

"Someone who'll be staying with us this summer," Harry smiled sweetly.

Vernon's eyes widened for the tiniest second, and then he started to turn purple. "You realise I could just leave you and that other freak here, no?"

"You realise…" Tom said in a silky voice, sliding closer to Vernon and pressing his wand into the fat neck in such an angle that no-one else would be able to see it, "That that other freak would get very, very angry if you did that, no? Never anger a wizard, Muggle, or do you want your son to have a permanent pig tail?"

Harry bit his lip to contain his giggles when seeing Vernon's expression. It was even funnier than the bewildered look Dumbledore had had when they had told him that they had defeated Voldemort. Without his 'help' even.

"You… you can't! If you use magic before you're of age, then you'll get kicked out of that freak house!" Vernon whimpered.

"Too bad I'm eighteen then." Tom said, his grin widening. Without removing his wand, he opened the car door, revealing Dudley and Petunia who were watching him with fearful expressions. Harry jumped in the back seat and Tom followed.

"And?" he said with a cocky grin.

"Brilliant. Just brilliant," Harry smirked.

"Where are your trunks anyway? Did you accidentally set them on fire or something?" Vernon grumbled.

"No, they are at your house already," Tom said, twirling his wand between his fingers, probably the reason why Dudley was trying to become one with the car door. Vernon did not respond.

During the ride 'home', an uncomfortable silence filled the car, and Harry was glad when they got out, immediately dragging Tom up to his room. "This is where you have to live?" Tom said, looking at the small, dark, dirty space.

"Well, it's better than the cupboard…"

"Dursley…" Tom growled, but calmed down when Harry pulled him into a hug.

"It doesn't matter, really."

"If you say so…"

"Let's just enjoy the rest of the holidays, okay?"

"Enjoy? Exactly what did you have in mind?" Tom said, eyeing Harry up.

"Looking at you, precisely the same you have," he grinned. "Pitifully…" he said, jumping up before Tom could do more than kiss him, "I have to cook dinner right now."

"You're not their bloody house elf," Tom grumbled, walking after Harry, who chuckled.

Once in the kitchen, Tom got a wicked smile on his face and embraced his boyfriend from behind. "Speaking about house elves… DOBBY!"

The elf appeared and got a wide grin on his face. "Is this where Dobby thinks he is, master Harry's Tom-friend?"

Harry actually nearly fell on the floor with the way Dobby addressed Tom, who pretended he hadn't heard it.

"Yes, you're at Harry's house. And you-"

They were interrupted by a loud scream, which belonged to aunt Petunia upon having spotted the elf in her kitchen.

"What is… is… that!" she sputtered, pointing at Dobby with a disgusted look. The elf's ears hung down and Harry saw his eyes becoming watery. Trying to keep the kitchen from going blank, he spoke:

"This, aunt Petunia, is Dobby, who will be cooking our dinner."

The elf turned around in disbelief and suddenly hugged Harry tightly, causing Tom to let go of the boy very quickly.

"Thank you!" the elf cried.

"Yeah yeah… it's alright…" Harry said, patting his head a bit.

By the end of the month, the Dursley's residence had practically turned into a Wizarding home, thanks to Tom's 'improvements.' –meaning silencing spells over the Dursleys themselves, and the devices like the television, radio, etc. having been turned off. Dobby usually sprang around in the kitchen or popped up in the strangest of places, sometimes dancing on Petunia's expensive rug on songs from the Weird Sisters. Harry's bed had been magically expanded, Dudley's room and everything in it magically shrunken, -though very sneaky, a bit more every day.- Yes, Tom was certainly having his fun, since Dudley thought he was getting fatter every day, even more than indeed was the case. Owls came and went, and a magical chessboard stood on the table in the living room. The pieces were becoming bored, since they hadn't been played with in two days, and were holding fights on their own. Usually a white and a black pawn sparring, with the rest around them cheering for their side.

Dudley still wasn't used to all of this, and spent as much time out of home as possible. Of course, he couldn't very well stay away a whole month, so he got to see a fair share of magic anyway. He constantly looked around though in panic, not knowing what could happen next. He still hadn't forgotten the first time he had tried to beat Tom up. Tom had finished what Hagrid had wanted to accomplish: Turning him into a whole pig. Only after three days was Tom willing to change him back, if only because the wailing of Petunia got on his nerves.

Strangely enough, the rest of the street was oblivious as to what was happening in the house, the only thing the Dursleys were grateful for. It confirmed what Harry had always thought: Muggles would deny anything. He wondered why there even was a statute of Secrecy. It wasn't like any of them would want to admit there were wizards and witches out there… the Dark ages were long over.

It was also the sole summer holiday in which he could actually do his homework, because when Vernon wanted to lock his belongings away, a wand had been jabbed in his neck. Just to scare him, Harry had then insulted him in Parseltongue. Not that he could understand it, but it was pretty satisfactory if someone was peeing his pants just by an insult. Yes, Harry's life had surely turned out for the better. Not to mention that this summer wasn't spoiled by visions and stings in his scar. That would never happen again…

-Seven years later, 20th of April-

"Hey Harry. Thanks we could borrow your place for this." Luthièn beamed. "Where's Tom?"

"Still at work. Unspeakables work longer than most people, normally." He sighed. "He'll be coming home soon though. So… 24 eh? A few more years and you'll be older than your husband."

"Oh no, she won't be," Damon's voice grinned from behind him, giving Harry a heart attack.

"Damon! Don't do that!"

"I'm not doing anything!"

"Good, then just go play dead."

"Uh… Harry…?" the Vampire said, cocking an eyebrow.

"Oh. Oops, maybe not the best wording… alright, sit down and pretend you're not here then. Clearer?"

"Crystal, not that I'll heed your advice."

"It wasn't advice! You're driving me crazy!"

"I know, I'm pretty good at that." The man said cheerfully. "As I am good in a lot of things actually… Don't you agree, dear?"

"I might… if you cook tomorrow." Luthièn said.

"Sure."

"Okay, I agree."

"YES! We're having fish and chips takeaway tomorrow!"

"DAMON!"

"Yes?" he said innocently.

"Sigh. Nevermind."

"What did you mean actually, when she said she wouldn't get older than you?" Harry asked, curious.

"Visit us tomorrow, and you'll see…"

"Huh?" was Harry's oh so eloquent response.

"I agreed to be turned. His idea of a birthday present… turning me into a bloodsucker."

"I think I won't be visiting you tomorrow then." Harry joked.

"I really wonder though, if you will really become a bloodsucker as you state it. No one has ever been turned by a dead Vampire," another voice said.

"Tom! You made in on time!"

"Course I did, I promised you, no?" the man smiled, and kissed his husband softly on his lips. "Happy birthday by the way, Luthièn."

"Thanks," she said, smiling brightly. "You really think I won't need blood anymore though?"

"I dunno, he doesn't… not that that'll stop him…"

"What? Be glad I don't kill people for it anymore. Though… really, that blood I steal from the donor bank has an awful aftertaste. Plastic-like. Maybe from the bags it is in. I really can't wait until can let my fangs pierce that smooth, olive skin of yours… feeling the rush of blood in my mouth and—OI!" he shouted when Luthièn slapped him, waking him from his daydream.

"I do not need to hear everything in detail. And neither do they I figure," she scowled.

"Damn right." Tom muttered.

"One more letter and you have my favorite sentence…" Damon said.

"Oh?"

"Exactly!"

"Huh?"

"The O. Like in: Damon right. Get it?"

"I don't think anyone gets your humour, really." Harry remarked dryly. "There they are!" she shouted before Damon could reply, waving enthusiastically at the figures of Hermione, Ron, Fred and George.

"Gred, Forge!" Luthièn exclaimed. "And there's my favorite couple. How's business?"

"Fine, fine, the shop's—
"—doing great. Our filial in Hogsmeade as well."
"Yeah, Buying Zonko's was really—"
"—a great investment."

"Nice. I bet ya that Filch's list of forbidden products has become much much longer."

"If he even has time for that."
"When you work in a joke shop you surely—"
"—hear some rumours. An Neville told us—"
"—it's really true!"
"Ah, it's so handy to have—"
"—connections in Hogwarts."

"Meaning what?"

"Madame Pinch and Filch…—" George said, dramatically holding his breath,
"—have hooked up!" Fred finished, his eyes widening comically.

"No. Way." Hermione replied, her eyes wide.

"Poor Ms Norris!" Harry said, thinking back at his self- made mental picture. "Well, at least it is easy for the students now… Able to sneak through the corridors at night, and able to snog in the library…"

"Not that we didn't do both of that when they were still out there, ready to punish us for it…" Tom remarked.

"Yeah, but we had my invisibility cloak…"

"Too true. Hey, Hermione, how's your daughter doing, Rose?"

"She's great. 'Grandma Molly' is looking after her now. I figured it would be boring for her at a party without any other children."

"Yeah, she definitely has Hermione's brains though…"

"Thank goodness for that!" Damon shouted, laughing, causing everyone to crack up. –Ron included.-

Ron looked around and said: "Hey, Draco and Blaise aren't here yet?"

"They're out of the country actually, so they won't be coming. Did you know that your brother, Charlie, offered Blaise a job? Apparently he's great with dragons. I mean, Care of magical Creatures was always one of his favourite subjects –even with Hagrid teaching-, but he's got this affinity for dragons." Harry answered.

"Well, he sure handled Draco well enough." Damon grinned.

"Again, your humour is worthless Damon." Hermione huffed, causing Damon to sit down and sulk for a few minutes. "Why did Draco go with him anyway? Has he gotten a job there as well?"

"Nah, but he's always been paranoid about dangerous animals… can't say I fault him, with what Hagrid always set us up with… giant spiders, blast-ended Screwts… that sort of stuff."

"And let's not forget Buckbeak…"

"Well that was Draco's own fault for being a right prat at the time."

"S'pose that's true."

"George, Fred, fill us in with the other Hogwarts rumours, okay?"

"Always a pleasure Harry."
"Let's see…oh, You're gonna love this one"
"Wait, the first or the second?"
"The third."
"Which is?"
"The first one to come to your mind."
"Ah, of course. So, let's begin with the third."
"Or was it the second?"

"Just start with the first one guys."

"What was that one again?"
"The third."
"Ah, sure, so… the old bat—"
"-Is succeeding the old goat."

"Severus? Well, good for him."

"Not so for the students." Ron grinned. "Unless you're in Slytherin of course."

"He'll make a better headmaster than Dumbledore did."

"Yeah, I suppose. So, the next piece of precious information on our favourite school?"

"You're never gonna believe this one." George grinned.
"Hagrid has asked our dear Luna—"
"—to help him with Care of Magical Creatures"

"You can't be serious." Hermione groaned. "She'll tell the students so much rubbish until they don't know which creature does and doesn't exist. Why did Hagrid ask her of all people?"

"She used to hang around Hogwarts—"
"—doing nothing but distracting her poor husband from his job."
"And Hagrid is becoming old and wants to retire."
"No-one else wanted the job, so he's working her in."

"Classes will never get boring with her around at least. Remember when she commented that Quidditch match?" Ron said, grinning madly at the memory. "McGonagall didn't know what to do with it."

"Oh yes, hilarious that one was… what was the other rumour you wanted to tell?"

"Ah, sorry, It seems there were only two—"
"—after all. Maybe next time." George grinned.

"And now, time for the cake!" Ron said, looking around hopefully and not willing to wait until someone else finally decided to get it.

"You just ate!" Hermione said, exasperated.

"Yeah well, and now I'm hungry again. Can I help it?"

Harry shook his head and went inside to get a large cake in the form of a cauldron. Once he got it outside, Luthièn eyed it with caution.

"Why a cauldron?"

"Well, you once told me and Tom a story about Potion class that Tom recently remembered, and then he just couldn't wait to invent something for your birthday. When the Twins here got air of it, they went brainstorming together and well… they decided it had to be the cake… sorry." Harry grinned.

"The Twins worked on this? This cannot be good." She said, narrowing her eyes at the boys, who couldn't quite keep their excitement hidden.

"Oh, just get it on with! Consider this your birthday present from us! It's not even in our shops yet, and you're officially the first one to get it!"

Luthièn shook her head and smirked. "Ah, to hell with it." She muttered, and accio'd a knife to slice it. Once she cut it however, the top of the cake –the lid on the cauldron- exploded, and became firework. As if that wasn't enough, the firework turned into cake again somewhere in mid-air. The Twins rolled on the ground in laughter, and even Tom couldn't stop his chuckles. Luthièn just blinked before realising exactly what had happened, only to laugh along with the rest.

"That guys, was Brilliant! I love exploding potions, no matter in what form!"

"Good." Tom simply said with a smug grin plastered on his face.

"How'd you do it?"

"Well, I had to use some pretty tricky spell work on it, first to get the cake to explode, then to transfigure it into firework, and then after the firework had been blown up, transfigure it back again. Since Fred and George have more experience with magical firework than I did, and I know a lot about transfiguration and the like, it worked out pretty well. The hardest part was to actually leave the rest of the cake unscathed. It wouldn't do to have the whole cake explode, since that would be just a waste."

"By the way, Luthièn, how's Damon's and your little 'project' coping? Still onto that?"

"Nah, we've stopped. It seemed we weren't the only ones who got the idea."

"Really?"

"Yeah, looks like more Dead Vamps annoyed people when invisible and got transfigured, and thus, visible again. We came across two other places where one had made his profession out of it. And he'd got a lot more publicity already, so we decided to drop it. And then there are the killed ones who like to be dead. Can't fathom why, since they can't really interact with anyone. Though, at our trip through Europe we've seen some other Vampires who got the idea of simply writing stuff, like Damon did. Pitifully enough, most people were too terrified of having 'ghost' in their house, and chased those Vamps away."

"Hmm… what are you gonna do now?"

"Don't know yet… we're gonna have eternal life –or death in his case- so there's gonna be a lot of time to do everything we want."

"I suddenly feel like you're cheating," grumbled Tom. "I mean, it took me so long to figure out how to get immortal, only to have my Horcruxes destroyed, and you're just going to get bitten by your boyfriend and that's it!"

"I don't know… I couldn't make you all immortal and then we'd be one happy family!" Damon said hopefully.

"You just want more fresh blood, don't you?" Luthièn said, looking pointedly at him.

"Well…"

"It is a nice idea though…" Hermione said, her eyes lighting up. "I would have all the time in the world to just read every book ever made! Can you imagine! And if it is really true we won't need blood…"

"So now I'm what, a test subject?" Luthièn said, exasperated.

"Maybe you could do that as a job Damon… the immortality call line. Want to be immortal? A few seconds and you're turned! Five thousand Galleons each." Ron said, getting excited as well.

"Really? Great idea, thank you Ron! May I have five thousand galleons then?" Damon smirked, holding his hand up.

"I'm your friend!"

"Just kidding. But really? You'd wish to spend the rest of your life as an immortal?"

"Well… why not?"

"Cause you can't turn it back, and there have been plenty of moments I wished I could just god-damn die."

"I'd certainly do it if I could." Tom said, having a thoughtful expression. Especially when it turns out I wouldn't need blood. How about sunlight though?"

"Yeah, that's a problem, since I'm no way willing to let my girlfriend be a test-subject on that! Living vampires need these rings that prevents them from falling apart. I noticed I don't need it anymore though, but, just in case, I'm giving Luthièn my old one. Maybe you could test it on someone you don't like?"

"Damon!" Hermione said, shocked.

"Well, it's better than trying for yourself," he said, defensively.

"But still! You can't just pick someone, turn them into a Vampire and see if they need blood or are resistant to sunlight!"

"I don't know… seeing Dumbles fall apart…" Ron said with a dreamy expression. "Then again, if it does work, I don't wanna be stuck with him for eternity."

"You can't be serious about this!" Hermione said furiously.

"Why not?"

"Harry! Not you too!"

"I don't know, if it would be a way to stay with Tom longer… why not?"

"You are unbelievable. All of you! And that is the last that is said on this subject!"

317 years later, a Hogwarts student was making his homework and came across a journal, describing the very beginning of what was now the majority of the Wizarding world, a breed that originally came forth from one single Vampire. Today however, they were simply known as 'The Immortals'. The student, Erica, had a hard time to understand the old English, as it was written over three hundred years ago, but finally, she managed to translate it, and was quite surprised as to what she found. The common facts that were known about the beginning of the Immortals were also in it, but never had any details been given. Personally, Erica thought about going to the Ministry to become an Immortal as well, even though she knew it cost the small fortune of a thousand Galleons. And of course there was the fact that Immortals couldn't get children anymore… but maybe, after she had a nice life and a few kids, she could let herself and her family be turned…

The day we actually tested it, we couldn't believe our eyes. The Vampire Damon turned Luthièn first, of course, and after Tom tested her thoroughly, he found that indeed, no blood was needed to sustain her, even though he couldn't find as to how exactly, since her body stopped producing blood on its own. She was hesitant however, to let the others be turned, and on the question why, she only blushed heavily –grin-. I can guess…

After speaking to Damon though, she reluctantly let another person be turned. Our test subject, even though our friend Hermione still thought it 'barbaric.' But truly, the chance was minimal that he got reduced to ashes, and so, we managed to find a willing participant to our test, none other than Salazar Slytherin himself, claiming he always had his Horcruxes to fall back on... And yet again, we were stunned by how amazing the effects were. Even without the ring as Damon described it, he could walk into plain sunlight and nothing happened. In fact, becoming Immortal, -even more than he already was- gave him a less ancient and more timeless look, though the fact that he trimmed his beard and hair a bit did wonders as well… Now all he needs to do is get a certain Gryffindor ghost off his back…

Right, where was I? Oh, yeah, the tests went well, and swiftly, every one of our friends who wanted to was turned. Damon made his living out of it, and probably will still do in the future. However, we noticed that we, the Immortals, cannot turn anyone else. We are uncertain of why. There might be others out there who can. After all, Damon isn't the only Killed Vampire who came back to life, or 'sorta alive' as he prefers to call it. Actually, Luna Lovegood said that she had once encountered it before. Then again, there is a lot that Luna says. Though most stuff actually makes sense in some strange way…

I wonder what the future is going to bring us, Immortals as we are now. I certainly hope for a happy, long life with my husband. Well, at least I might now be able to actually spend all the money in my vaults… Hmm… maybe I shouldn't have given away that money I got from the Triwizard Tournament…

My life both ends and begins now. A lot has happened to me already, and I am certain a lot more will follow, knowing my luck to attract trouble.

I solemnly swear I am up to no good, And I hope the mischief will never be managed. World, Beware.

Harry James Riddle-Potter.

Erica's contribution to this story is just to let you see how people's attitude is towards the Immortals, nothing more.

I hope that you all liked the story, whether this is your first or second read ^.^
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xx GeMerope