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AN: Iknow this chapter is kinda slow, but I needed to take a few thing of my chest to be able to dive directly into the cool part. I wasn't sure Harry would meet Hermione so early in the story, as his training will take most of his time before he's headed for Hogwarts.
In the next chapter we'll start the training.
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:7:
Later that night, as Harry lay comfortly on his new bed, his mind was taking it’s time to adjust to the changes and plan ahead.
‘Ok, so apparently only Rob and Liz have accepted the Count’s offer to be his children, while Michelle has not’ he frowned but let things go ‘I won’t be deciding any time soon, so we might as well leave it be for a while.’
‘Now, the first I’ll do is convince the Drake to find scabbers and free Sirius, then I’ll need to find Nicholas Flamel and convince him to destroy the philosopher’s stone… that or destroying it myself; Also I’d better deal with Barty Crouch Jr. before he tries anything.’ The boy sighed there were just too many things he had to do ‘Then there’s getting the Malfoys, the Horcuxes, Belatrix Lestrange, Fudge and the Toad woman, braking Ron’s nose, Snape.’
He was so focused in his own thoughts that he didn’t hear a man walking to his bed.
“Having trouble sleeping?” The boy jumped in surprise. Drake sat on his bed, still fully clothed.
“A little” harry smiled sadly “I just realized there’s so many thing to do… and I’m not even counting your training” the man smiled
“Just remember to take it easy, we have more than enough time. Oh! And speaking of training; I need to ask you a couple of questions” Harry nodded for him to continue “The first one is more of a request: Harry, I know nothing of your story, I was only informed by your death that you were in dire need of training, so I’d like to hear this story from your lips, so that we can act accordingly” again the boy smiled “As your foster father, I will do everything in my power to help you, but you must know now that all the training and resources are not free-”
“I must pay for them?” Harry interrupted, looking furious “how in heavens am I going to do that?”
“Simple” Drake smiled “As I will not take your parent’s money, you will simply have to work for me. This serves two purposes, Harry. First and most important, is that you will make a name for yourself, so you can be more than just ‘the-boy-who-lived’; and the second is to earn your own money, which is always good, for you will depend on no-one. I’m most sure these two reasons will appeal to you, am I Right?”
Harry pondered this for a few moments before answering “Yes, you’re totally right. I always thought it was a royal pan in the ass” the Count cringed at the curse “to be known only by surviving… something it wasn’t my doing at all, but my mother’s.”
“I will ask of you Harry, one thing I ask to all of my children: moderate your language. This means no cursing in my presence or my home. Thank you.” Harry clapped his mouth shut and murmured a quiet ‘sorry’ “Good. Now, onto my second question I want you to ponder this very carefully, and know that I will not take ‘revenge’ as an answer.” Harry frowned, he didn’t like where this was going “¿Why do you want to be trained by me?” the boy sighed ‘damn’ “know only that we will not begin your training until you have reached a fulfilling answer” Potter was about to protest, but Drake raised his hand for silence. “In the mean time, we can address all thin ‘things’ that trouble you, so that you might have a good night’s sleep.”
The noble man stood up and walked away “Now forget about everything and go to sleep, he have quite the agenda tomorrow. Good Night.” Without more words, the man left, leaving Harry pondering.
‘Whatever am I going to do now?’
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The next morning, Harry was roused early by a maid, who also brought ‘Lord Drakengard’s’ invitation to have breakfast with the rest of the family. As an added surprise, the woman gave him a couple parcels, inside which were few new clothes: two pairs of jeans, one blue and the other black; tow shirts, the first was emerald green, and the second gold and red; the next to last parcel contained a pair of black converse snickers and brown shoes and two belts. The last parcel had underwear, socks, gloves and other necessities.
All the clothes where his exact size.
Five minutes later Harry was down at the table wearing his black jeans, and green shirt and black shoes.
“Good morning” Harry greeted the group without looking, and was surprised to hear the chorus of voices. Seemingly everyone was there, Marco and his wife, a couple Generals, Irene, Liz, Rob and Michelle. The Count sat at the very head of the table, ever smiling. The children where the sitting at Drake’s left, leaving a chair for Harry between Rob and Liz; while at his right sat an empty chair.
“Come on sleepy head, we’re waiting for you” shouted Liz from her seat
Most of the breakfast was spent between jokes and small talking, at the end, however, Rob, Liz, Irene, and Mitch (Irene gave him the nickname) left the room to continue their training.
“Irene’s training too?” Harry asked Marco before the older man left too
“Yes” the father smiled proudly “Most children start training at age five, but she didn’t want to wait.” Shaking Harry’s hand, he left to work. Just then Drake approached.
“Harry?” the boy turned around and found that the same man that had received them on the plane was there “Let me introduce you to General Jeremy Smith he is the man in charge of the island’s security, and an old friend of mine.”
“A pleasure” Harry smiled shaking the man’s hand. He seemed older than the Count.
“Likewise” answered the older man “now, if you excuse me, your highness, I have issued that need my attention.”
Drake waved him away.
“Now Harry, are you ready?”
“Ready? Is this about the questions you gave me yesterday?” Drake shook his head
“No, but you can choose to answer them now if you want.”
“Sure.”
They moved to the Count’s empty study (well almost empty, since there appeared to be more books than space, even if it was almost two stores high and as big as the dining hall)
“The first thing I ever remember was…” With those words, Harry begun telling the story of his previous life, down to each and every small detail, as he thought he owed the count a fair explanation, and also as a way of earning his thrust. He would need it for his future plans.
It was almost midnight by the time he finished.
“Very well” conceded the Count “Have a nice warm bath and then go to sleep, tomorrow we’ll take a look at your godfather’s situation.” Harry nodded and left, leaving the man to his musings.
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“Most interesting story… I must have a word with Albus before tomorrow, but first…” the Count left for his own quarters, where he found Lady Silverfang staring soundlessly at the starry skies, wearing nothing but a baby doll.
“Silver” he pronounced her name in their native tongue. She turned around with pain tainting the golden pools that were her eyes.
“I was thinking of them” Drake saddened too “Fire, are we ever going to be allowed to forget?” the male approached and took her in his arms.
“I don’t know love; but as far as I can see, we aren’t.” she sniffled as tears started pouring down
“I miss our babies so much.” She sobbed louder “sometimes I wish my fate had been their own”
“I too love; but then we would all have perished, and there would be no hope left for our kind.”
“I know. But that doesn’t make me hurt any less.” She burrowed her face in his chest inhaling his sweet and warm scent. It had always soothed her.
“Let it be, love. It’s the past; we were left to live the present.” His hands caressed her curves, earning a most desired moan from her. “Let us have a night free of old memories, let us make new ones to last a lifetime” he tilted her head up and closed her mouth with his in a searing kiss.
“Yes” she moaned into the kiss “love me tonight, brother of mine” the man paused kissing to look into her eyes, they were most glazed.
“Silver, you know I’m the alpha male of the pack; you shouldn’t be calling me ‘brother’ anymore.” She clawed at his chest, tearing the clothes but making no harm to his body.
“Yes love, but it is so erotic, isn’t it?” he chuckled, approaching to kiss and bite her neck
“You bet, my baby sister.” She hissed when his elongated fangs penetrated her silken skin. With a puff of smoke and fire, they disappeared from the room.
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The next day, Harry found himself walking through the unfamiliar streets of downtown London. He had been taken by General Smith, as the Count wouldn’t be available for the rest of the day. The man was under direct orders to help Harry buy clothes and other supplies he might need; to carry everything four cadets have been sent along, and Harry found that from them only one was friendly enough to talk to him. His name was William.
“Is this your first time visiting London?” asked the cadet, having received the General’s permission to speak freely with the boy
“Yes.” It wasn’t totally a lie as in his previous life he had been there, just not in this one.
“Should I be your guide?”
“Sure Will” the older boy was fifteen, and had just recently arrived with his comrades to the Island; so he was in a situation pretty much like his… only that the instead of asking him questions, we was given a ‘complete secrecy’ contract to sign, in which they were forfeiting their former allegiances until their training finished, as well as their right to speak any details of the training they underwent. No man would be accepted if he hadn’t first accepted to these two rules.
The group came in and out of several stores, looking for clothes, books and other necessities and supplies harry might have a need for. Harry had been inside a particular bookstore looking for nothing in particular when a small voice interrupted him.
“You’d do better that to read that. It has no real useful information. Nothing new at least” Harry turned to see a small girl about his age, with brown eyes and bushy brown hair she wore braces
and a cute white dress. ‘No way’ his mind shouted. “Here, this one’s better” smiling, she handed him a much larger book that looked older than hell.
“Hermione?” Called a woman’s sweet voice from the counter “We’re leaving”
“Going mom!” she ran to the counter only turning around to wave at him “Bye bye”
Harry gaped at the girl leaving, while Will approached from behind “You ready Casanova?” Harry frowned “I didn’t know kids your age even liked girls… Hell I didn’t.” Harry shook his head
“No… I… know her.” Will thought he understood
“And she didn’t even recognize you… evil witches them all. Don’t worry pall I’m sure a good glass of whisky will help… and a milkshake for you” the teen parted, laughing at his own joke.
‘I must remember she knows nothing yet’ Harry mused ‘She hasn’t even been told she’s a witch… and I’m the only one who knows everything.’ With a smile he left the bookstore, he’d have to meet all his friends again… and enemies too; fortunately he’d now be able to make better decisions.
“And he saw all was good” he pronounced walking behind the General to their next stop.
AN: Iknow this chapter is kinda slow, but I needed to take a few thing of my chest to be able to dive directly into the cool part. I wasn't sure Harry would meet Hermione so early in the story, as his training will take most of his time before he's headed for Hogwarts.
In the next chapter we'll start the training.
----
:7:
Later that night, as Harry lay comfortly on his new bed, his mind was taking it’s time to adjust to the changes and plan ahead.
‘Ok, so apparently only Rob and Liz have accepted the Count’s offer to be his children, while Michelle has not’ he frowned but let things go ‘I won’t be deciding any time soon, so we might as well leave it be for a while.’
‘Now, the first I’ll do is convince the Drake to find scabbers and free Sirius, then I’ll need to find Nicholas Flamel and convince him to destroy the philosopher’s stone… that or destroying it myself; Also I’d better deal with Barty Crouch Jr. before he tries anything.’ The boy sighed there were just too many things he had to do ‘Then there’s getting the Malfoys, the Horcuxes, Belatrix Lestrange, Fudge and the Toad woman, braking Ron’s nose, Snape.’
He was so focused in his own thoughts that he didn’t hear a man walking to his bed.
“Having trouble sleeping?” The boy jumped in surprise. Drake sat on his bed, still fully clothed.
“A little” harry smiled sadly “I just realized there’s so many thing to do… and I’m not even counting your training” the man smiled
“Just remember to take it easy, we have more than enough time. Oh! And speaking of training; I need to ask you a couple of questions” Harry nodded for him to continue “The first one is more of a request: Harry, I know nothing of your story, I was only informed by your death that you were in dire need of training, so I’d like to hear this story from your lips, so that we can act accordingly” again the boy smiled “As your foster father, I will do everything in my power to help you, but you must know now that all the training and resources are not free-”
“I must pay for them?” Harry interrupted, looking furious “how in heavens am I going to do that?”
“Simple” Drake smiled “As I will not take your parent’s money, you will simply have to work for me. This serves two purposes, Harry. First and most important, is that you will make a name for yourself, so you can be more than just ‘the-boy-who-lived’; and the second is to earn your own money, which is always good, for you will depend on no-one. I’m most sure these two reasons will appeal to you, am I Right?”
Harry pondered this for a few moments before answering “Yes, you’re totally right. I always thought it was a royal pan in the ass” the Count cringed at the curse “to be known only by surviving… something it wasn’t my doing at all, but my mother’s.”
“I will ask of you Harry, one thing I ask to all of my children: moderate your language. This means no cursing in my presence or my home. Thank you.” Harry clapped his mouth shut and murmured a quiet ‘sorry’ “Good. Now, onto my second question I want you to ponder this very carefully, and know that I will not take ‘revenge’ as an answer.” Harry frowned, he didn’t like where this was going “¿Why do you want to be trained by me?” the boy sighed ‘damn’ “know only that we will not begin your training until you have reached a fulfilling answer” Potter was about to protest, but Drake raised his hand for silence. “In the mean time, we can address all thin ‘things’ that trouble you, so that you might have a good night’s sleep.”
The noble man stood up and walked away “Now forget about everything and go to sleep, he have quite the agenda tomorrow. Good Night.” Without more words, the man left, leaving Harry pondering.
‘Whatever am I going to do now?’
---
The next morning, Harry was roused early by a maid, who also brought ‘Lord Drakengard’s’ invitation to have breakfast with the rest of the family. As an added surprise, the woman gave him a couple parcels, inside which were few new clothes: two pairs of jeans, one blue and the other black; tow shirts, the first was emerald green, and the second gold and red; the next to last parcel contained a pair of black converse snickers and brown shoes and two belts. The last parcel had underwear, socks, gloves and other necessities.
All the clothes where his exact size.
Five minutes later Harry was down at the table wearing his black jeans, and green shirt and black shoes.
“Good morning” Harry greeted the group without looking, and was surprised to hear the chorus of voices. Seemingly everyone was there, Marco and his wife, a couple Generals, Irene, Liz, Rob and Michelle. The Count sat at the very head of the table, ever smiling. The children where the sitting at Drake’s left, leaving a chair for Harry between Rob and Liz; while at his right sat an empty chair.
“Come on sleepy head, we’re waiting for you” shouted Liz from her seat
Most of the breakfast was spent between jokes and small talking, at the end, however, Rob, Liz, Irene, and Mitch (Irene gave him the nickname) left the room to continue their training.
“Irene’s training too?” Harry asked Marco before the older man left too
“Yes” the father smiled proudly “Most children start training at age five, but she didn’t want to wait.” Shaking Harry’s hand, he left to work. Just then Drake approached.
“Harry?” the boy turned around and found that the same man that had received them on the plane was there “Let me introduce you to General Jeremy Smith he is the man in charge of the island’s security, and an old friend of mine.”
“A pleasure” Harry smiled shaking the man’s hand. He seemed older than the Count.
“Likewise” answered the older man “now, if you excuse me, your highness, I have issued that need my attention.”
Drake waved him away.
“Now Harry, are you ready?”
“Ready? Is this about the questions you gave me yesterday?” Drake shook his head
“No, but you can choose to answer them now if you want.”
“Sure.”
They moved to the Count’s empty study (well almost empty, since there appeared to be more books than space, even if it was almost two stores high and as big as the dining hall)
“The first thing I ever remember was…” With those words, Harry begun telling the story of his previous life, down to each and every small detail, as he thought he owed the count a fair explanation, and also as a way of earning his thrust. He would need it for his future plans.
It was almost midnight by the time he finished.
“Very well” conceded the Count “Have a nice warm bath and then go to sleep, tomorrow we’ll take a look at your godfather’s situation.” Harry nodded and left, leaving the man to his musings.
---
“Most interesting story… I must have a word with Albus before tomorrow, but first…” the Count left for his own quarters, where he found Lady Silverfang staring soundlessly at the starry skies, wearing nothing but a baby doll.
“Silver” he pronounced her name in their native tongue. She turned around with pain tainting the golden pools that were her eyes.
“I was thinking of them” Drake saddened too “Fire, are we ever going to be allowed to forget?” the male approached and took her in his arms.
“I don’t know love; but as far as I can see, we aren’t.” she sniffled as tears started pouring down
“I miss our babies so much.” She sobbed louder “sometimes I wish my fate had been their own”
“I too love; but then we would all have perished, and there would be no hope left for our kind.”
“I know. But that doesn’t make me hurt any less.” She burrowed her face in his chest inhaling his sweet and warm scent. It had always soothed her.
“Let it be, love. It’s the past; we were left to live the present.” His hands caressed her curves, earning a most desired moan from her. “Let us have a night free of old memories, let us make new ones to last a lifetime” he tilted her head up and closed her mouth with his in a searing kiss.
“Yes” she moaned into the kiss “love me tonight, brother of mine” the man paused kissing to look into her eyes, they were most glazed.
“Silver, you know I’m the alpha male of the pack; you shouldn’t be calling me ‘brother’ anymore.” She clawed at his chest, tearing the clothes but making no harm to his body.
“Yes love, but it is so erotic, isn’t it?” he chuckled, approaching to kiss and bite her neck
“You bet, my baby sister.” She hissed when his elongated fangs penetrated her silken skin. With a puff of smoke and fire, they disappeared from the room.
---
The next day, Harry found himself walking through the unfamiliar streets of downtown London. He had been taken by General Smith, as the Count wouldn’t be available for the rest of the day. The man was under direct orders to help Harry buy clothes and other supplies he might need; to carry everything four cadets have been sent along, and Harry found that from them only one was friendly enough to talk to him. His name was William.
“Is this your first time visiting London?” asked the cadet, having received the General’s permission to speak freely with the boy
“Yes.” It wasn’t totally a lie as in his previous life he had been there, just not in this one.
“Should I be your guide?”
“Sure Will” the older boy was fifteen, and had just recently arrived with his comrades to the Island; so he was in a situation pretty much like his… only that the instead of asking him questions, we was given a ‘complete secrecy’ contract to sign, in which they were forfeiting their former allegiances until their training finished, as well as their right to speak any details of the training they underwent. No man would be accepted if he hadn’t first accepted to these two rules.
The group came in and out of several stores, looking for clothes, books and other necessities and supplies harry might have a need for. Harry had been inside a particular bookstore looking for nothing in particular when a small voice interrupted him.
“You’d do better that to read that. It has no real useful information. Nothing new at least” Harry turned to see a small girl about his age, with brown eyes and bushy brown hair she wore braces
and a cute white dress. ‘No way’ his mind shouted. “Here, this one’s better” smiling, she handed him a much larger book that looked older than hell.
“Hermione?” Called a woman’s sweet voice from the counter “We’re leaving”
“Going mom!” she ran to the counter only turning around to wave at him “Bye bye”
Harry gaped at the girl leaving, while Will approached from behind “You ready Casanova?” Harry frowned “I didn’t know kids your age even liked girls… Hell I didn’t.” Harry shook his head
“No… I… know her.” Will thought he understood
“And she didn’t even recognize you… evil witches them all. Don’t worry pall I’m sure a good glass of whisky will help… and a milkshake for you” the teen parted, laughing at his own joke.
‘I must remember she knows nothing yet’ Harry mused ‘She hasn’t even been told she’s a witch… and I’m the only one who knows everything.’ With a smile he left the bookstore, he’d have to meet all his friends again… and enemies too; fortunately he’d now be able to make better decisions.
“And he saw all was good” he pronounced walking behind the General to their next stop.
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