Vampire History
Marius opened the door to the Hufflepuff common room and gestured for all of them to follow him. As soon as Orion entered the room, his face was engulfed by a furry dog. Blaise began laughing at this along with Pansy. Neville tried to bite back his laugh, while Theo was mesmerized by the dog.
“Beau, you can’t assault Orion like that.” Marius sighed when the dog looked at him with puppy eyes before pulling him away from Orion, whose face was now covered in saliva.
“Marius, take your beast away from me,” the vampire said, wiping his face with a handkerchief as he was slobbered upon by the dog.
“Sorry, Orion.” And Theo kept on eyeing the dog as it bounced around Pansy to get her attention. The moment Theo had been waiting for has come as the dog noticed Neville, Neville remained meek as if he was showing no hostility on Beau’s territory. The dog seemed to have understood this and left Neville alone, opting to jump on Blaise instead and began licking his face.
“Your dog is huge Marius, what’s his name?” Pansy asked as she avoided the dog’s attempt to lick her face.
“Beau.”
“Cute.” She patted Beau’s head when the dog approached her, sitting by her feet as Pansy decided to sit at one of the couches of the common room.
“Why!?” Blaise screamed when he saw that Neville, Theo, Pansy and Marius were the only ones not slobbered in saliva. They all did not notice Orion headed to the bathroom when they all settled down on the couches.
“So, why are we all here for? Are we planning something?” Pansy asked as she folded her feet on one of the couches. Neville looked lost when Blaise went to the bathroom as well and he did not know where to sit. Pansy noticed this and gestured for him to sit next to her. Neville swallowed and the smile that Pansy gave him was implying that he was not allowed to refuse. So he sat next to her, what he did not expect was when Pansy laid her head on his shoulder. He instantly stiffened at this and looked to Marius for help but he was not in the room. The human went to fetch towels for Orion and Blaise. He then turned his head to Theo but even he was not looking at him. Rather, he was absorbed in mesmerism by the dog that was now sitting below Pansy’s feet near the couch he was sitting on.
“So, Neville.” Pansy began.
Neville stuttered something that sounds like “U—uh, yes?”.
“Did Blaisey mark you already?”
This made Neville stiffen even more. His face was beet red. A marking was a very private and intimate thing that he definitely did not prepare to be asked.
“Hmm… judging by your reaction, not yet, huh?” She shifted her head so her breath tickled Neville’s neck, making him more nervous than he already was. Oh, how much he wanted to be away from her.
“AH!” Blaise’s voice suddenly echoed through the whole room. Within seconds, he was pulling Neville away from Pansy. “Pansy! I am the only one who is allowed to do that to Nev! Go to Orion or something.” He shoved the woman away before welcoming himself on the seat between Pansy and Neville.
Pansy pouted at him. “Tsk! I don’t want to. Orion is not fun at all. That person is more like a walking statue than anything. At least with Neville here, I get to see interesting expressions.” She grinned wickedly at the end of her sentence which forced Blaise to drag Neville and go sit somewhere else.
“Let’s sit far away from her, okay, Nev?” He pulled Neville to the seat across from Pansy, the one beside Theo who was still staring at the dog.
“Don’t mind Pansy, Longbottom.” Orion’s blank voice almost made Neville jumped and significantly made him even more nervous than before. He looked behind him to see blue eyes watching him. “She just loves spiking reaction from people.”
Orion sat down at one of the single seater couches and settled himself comfortably. Marius sat at the seat next to Pansy and immediately Pansy let her head fall to Marius’ lap. Neville watched the reaction of Orion from this and he noticed that he did not flinch at all. Gaining the courage to ask, he directed his question to Orion. “Uhm, aren’t you mates?”
Orion’s eyebrows rose at this and Neville flinched, but Blaise holding his hand was all the support he needed.
“My, Longbottom. You have gotten courageous than the last time I saw you.”
Neville felt scared, but Blaise just smiled at him as if proud. A pointed look from Marius and Orion released another sigh. "That was a compliment, Longbottom. You don't have to fear me, I have no intention of losing Blaise, nor anyone’s friendship right now. And to answer your question, no. I and that brat there are not mates.”
Neville nodded his head and Theo then continued. “Now, Pansy, for the question you asked a while ago. Marius wanted to know the beginning of the war from our side.”
“Ah, that’d be boring. Wake me up when it’s done.” And Pansy settled herself comfortably, completely prepared to just right there. Marius smiled at this. He began stroking Pansy’s hair.
“Well then, let us begin.” Theo voiced out and Marius listened carefully. “There had been four races, the ordinary humans who now live in the Muggle world, the witches who are now separated by their kind, the werewolves who have rogues against them, and lastly the vampires who are disunited.” Theo swallowed then continued as he settled comfortably into his seat. "In the past, there had only been a coven of vampires, a circle of witches, and a pack of werewolves. Since I am a vampire, I will stick to my race or maybe perhaps Neville here would gladly tell you his race history.” He gestured to Neville who timidly smiled as he replied.
“I think Harry should be the one to tell you about it. He knows it better than I.”
Marius huffed at this. He was still mad at Harry for shouting at him and he still felt a bit hurt by it. “I will deal with that later. Please continue, Theo.”
Theo nodded. “There was only one family that leads the vampires and that was the Malfoy Family. They have headed our race since they are Slytherin's descendants. They inherited the blood and power of the First Vampire and the title of Elder has always been passed through their generations.”
"Where are they now?" Marius asked. If there was one family that could've controlled the vampires, then why was there even a war?
“Well, a tragedy broke out within the Malfoy family. Lucius, the current head, brought with him a vampire. He was rumored to have been the heir since Lucius has not found his mate at that time, but most of those who followed the old ways did not approve of this.
“Apparently, the vampire Lucius brought wanted to become the Elder next in line. Without any of them knowing, he began to gather followers among our race. Now, these things happened way before we were born, but all I heard from my parents is that this vampire planned the slaughter all of the Malfoy Family, leaving no one behind. Women, children, the elderly—no one was left alive. Thus he became the Dark Lord.”
Marius' eyes widened and even Neville looked horrified at this. Theo had a somber expression on his face as he spoke about this, Blaise tried to calm Neville and Orion's eyes darkened.
“When Lucius learned of this, he tried to fight back. But the sudden surprise attack left him defenseless. The Families that were taken and controlled were: the Carrows, Lestranges, Rosiers, Rowles, and Yaxleys. It is said that even if the Dark Lord took over as the Elder, he could not fully control all of the other older families of vampires due to the fact that Lucius did not pass onto him the mark and power of being the Elder of the vampire race.” Theo as he continued on as if a broken record. This was the darkest days of their races’ history and when he heard about it, he could not stop the rage he felt. Then the sorrow and pain.
“The only Vampire Families who were not affected were the Averys, Bulstrodes, Fawleys, Notts, Parkinsons, Travers, and Dumbledores. But none of them were left unscathed as well when they tried to fight back. They were all almost killed and our bloodlines almost lost forever. After losing our Elder and many of our families, we decided to remain neutral and not to fight against him.”
"But why wouldn't you?" Marius asked, curiosity flashing in his eyes.
"It is like a sire bond, Marius. We cannot go to war and fight to death without any reason at all. Without an Elder to lead us, we couldn’t function easily. Just like how a pack cannot function without an Alpha, we cannot do it as well. Yes, we fear the Dark Lord, but above all our bloodline is not allowed to be lost. Without our bloodlines, the vampires born or bitten will have no leader and they will all wasted away following no order. They will be killed and punished and be brought to Azkaban. Worse, they’d be turned to follow the Dark Lord’s rule. Only a few of us remain now as most of the others were conquered by the Dark Lord.”
"So you are telling me that the Dark Lord is not a True Elder?"
Theo nodded. His eyes looking at Marius pointedly before he peeked at Orion who remained quiet the whole time. "Yes, and because of that, he cannot force nor order any Vampires other than those who are marked by him to join him in his cause."
"Tsk! No wonder that bastard needs to place the Dark Mark on his followers."
Orion's fangs flashed, his eyes dangerously turning red. Marius turned a worried glance at him and he calmed himself by breathing.
"Wait, you didn't know?” Theo asked Orion and he shook his head. “To us who were raised in the coven temporary headed by Dumbledore, we were taught that. Oh, and us who were left loyal to the bloodline has chosen Dumbledore as our temporary Elder since he is closest to Lucius in the past. That is why we have always been careful not to just let other mar our skin, especially any suspicious vampires.”
“Wait. Does this mean Lucius is alive?” Marius looked up at Theo.
Orion was the one who continued. “Lucius Malfoy is now dead. Along with all those who bear the Malfoy blood no matter how little the blood runs in their veins. Because the one who carries the blood of the Malfoy could retain control of those marked by the Dark Lord. The Mark and the Power of an Elder are passed through blood and by the mark given by the previous Elder. He made sure that everything about the Malfoys was wiped out in our history.”
“Why would he have to erase the whole history of the Malfoy Family?”
“In order to ensure that none of his new followers would follow the old ways and try to revive it. Maybe even try searching for any long-lost blood of the Malfoy Family,” Orion said. Even he almost did not know of the Malfoy Family, but he once saw it in one of the books in the Lestrange vaults about the Malfoy Family before his mother burned it all.
"How sure are you?" Theo asked, curious. No one knew of what happened to the last Elder of Vampires.
"Because I saw the Malfoy Family Tree. His date of birth and death was written there before the Dark Lord asked my Mother to burn the Malfoy Family tree in the old Malfoy Manor.”
All of their eyes widened at this, unbelieving.
"Have you seen anything, anyone, alive at all?”
Orion shook his head in apology. “The Dark Lord got them all. Every single one of the Malfoys.”
Theo's head dropped to his hands. Blaise noticed this and so he was the one to continue. “Dumbledore will not make a move. The werewolves will not receive help from our coven—what remains of it: The Order of the Phoenix—this time.”
Marius’ ears perked up at this.
“Wait. What do you mean by that? This time?”
“Yes. The previous Elder, Lucius, ordered Dumbledore to assist the werewolves in the First Mystic War and that was the reason why we followed. But now, almost all of the Order is scattered and fled this country. Only the Notts and Parkinsons are left by Dumbledore’s side.” Blaise did his best to explain it to Marius who was a very inquisitive person.
“How are you not a part of the Order nor the coven of the Malfoy’s, Blaise? The Zabini seemed like an old Family to me.”
Blaise sighed at this and he explained. “Our Family is not like the Notts or Parkinsons or Bullstrodes. Our ancestors were bitten, not born, meaning the first Vampire in our Family was bitten but all those who followed are now born vamps. We rooted from the Notts, so we are sired to them. We follow their orders only if they use the rule of blood against us. That is why the bloodlines are very important. Because if you get to control any of the families that Theo said a while ago, you get to control the Families or those that are bitten by them and those born from those bitten ones.”
Marius was in deep thought. No wonder the Dark Lord targeted the bloodlines and by killing the family that holds the Main Bloodline of the vampires, it would be easier for him to just mark them all and take the lead.
“Can’t we just place a new Elder?”
Theo shook his head and looked up. “We cannot, Marius. That would mean killing off all of the previous bloodlines in order to make way for the new one. It is to prevent a coup d’ Etat and with our numbers, we cannot sacrifice and fight the Dark Lord at the same time.”
Marius bit his lip. The Werewolves were not the only ones who suffered in the war. Even the vampires suffered as much and without a leader to lead them, they couldn’t move as a unit. The Vampires would soon break the old ways and they would be forced to bow down to the Dark Lord as he was a strong leader and, like the strong autumn wind, the Dark Lord easily diminished the strong and powerful vampire race to dust.
Orion began scratching his wrist where his mark lie. He had felt so utterly stupid, allowing himself to be marked. Now his only hope of being released from the madman was already dead, not a single one of them alive. Marius seemed to have noticed this and woke Pansy up from her nap. He nudged Pansy carefully and the vampire awoke easily.
“What, is the story done?” She stretched herself like a cat and sat up while rubbing her eyes. Beau acted like a blanket on her feet and she grinned.
“Orion.” Marius’ voiced echoed through the silence and Orion’s sharp eyes met his. Just by one look alone, the vampire knew what Marius was talking about. He grunted and looked away, but that only made things worse as he felt the eyes of all of them on him.
“Alright. Alright!” He took off his robes and began removing the button of his shirt by his left wrist. Just by this Theo’s eyes widened, he looked at Orion as if he was lying.
“You did not…” Theo faltered.
When Orion showed it to them, Blaise closed his eyes, Neville gasped, Pansy covered her mouth and Theo looked away. Orion memorized their expressions before releasing a heavy sigh. “I had no choice. Being born as the son of Rodolphus and Bellatrix, my fate had already been decided.”
Orion knew he was going to be left behind by his friends. Despite them being on different sides of the war, he truly did acknowledge them as his friends. He would understand if they all leave, but he was suddenly engulfed by Pansy’s warmth and scent that he felt tears beginning to form in his eyes. Theo held his hand, Blaise gave a pat on his shoulder, while Neville gave him a supporting smile.
“How could any of you stand touching me?” His voice broke and tears fell from his eyes. His icy cobalt eyes turned alike the sea when it was about to reach its calm after the storm.
“Orion. We did not care. We never did. Despite being a Lestrange, to us, you are only Orion. Our friend, our most irreplaceable Orion.”
Sobs were heard as Pansy cried alongside Orion who cried silently. Her head snuggled on his shoulder, Theo held his hand tighter and Blaise flung his hand on his shoulder patting his back and drawing circles to calm him down.
Neville watched as the strong-faced Slytherin, the one most feared by the whole school, allowed to be himself. He took a peek at Marius who was looking at the scene with a serene look. He noticed that when Orion lifted up his face, his eye met with Marius before he mouthed a thank you at him.
The Gryffindor stared at the blonde as he smiled whole-heartedly. He cannot help but look up to him as if he was the moon that soothed and eased the souls and silently, without knowing, lighting up the darkness within people’s hearts with his illuminating light.
Despite seeing his friends happy, Marius knew everything was far from over. This was just the beginning of their journey. In order to free the vampires from the mark that bound them, they needed to find someone who could possibly break the spell of the Dark Lord since searching for a person who bears the blood of the Malfoys is no longer an option. He released a heavy sigh. It looked like he had to gather up more information.
‘Who really is the Dark Lord? Where did he come from? Most importantly, how is he able to use magic like the binding he used on the Dark Mark? Is it possible that he is like me?’ With these thoughts in mind, he decided to do everything in his power to find out.
…………
Bellatrix Lestrange walked through a long and wide hallway. Her shoes clicking was heard echoing. The hallway was dark and the only lights were the torches placed there. They flickered along the wind as she walked gracefully.
Finally reaching the end of the hallway, she was then faced with a huge wooden door. With a sudden wave of her hand, the double door opened to reveal a wide room. The lights flickered and threatened to be distinguished when the wind she brought in came through the door.
In the middle of the room, at the farthest wall, was a child. Half of his body encased in what looked like ice. It sparkled as the light touches it. It looked like sapphire. The boy was stuck in the middle of it. Bellatrix approached him carefully as if afraid to wake the boy. The boy had black hair that reached his shoulders. He was wearing a black shirt and black pants along with his emerald robes.
Bellatrix kneeled in front of the crystal. Her eyes never leaving the floor as she spoke in a loud and clear voice.
“Narcissa Black is finally dead. The plan to kill Albus Dumbledore is underway.”
As soon as she finished her sentence, the closed eyelids of the boy suddenly opened. Purple eyes stared down at her. “Ah, Bella. How very nice of you to visit me. It has been too long.”
The tone was sarcastic and Bella showed no fear as she stared back at her Lord, sealed by the blood of her enemies and her sister’s magic.
“My Lord, forgive me. I have been searching far for allies that will be loyal to your cause.”
T “Pray tell who is it?”
“Fenrir Greyback.” Her reply was curt and short.
“Ah, the banished Heir of Werewolves.” A chuckle echoed throughout the whole room. “Yes indeed, they will be useful. You did good, my Bella. I did the right choice by choosing you.”
Bellatrix marveled at this and she smiled wickedly. “There is something else, My Lord.”
“Oh, this seems to be a good news. Go on, Bella.” His voice was in glee and Bellatrix could not have been much happier.
“My sister Narcissa has a child.”
The smile that her Lord had was gone in an instant. “Bella, you already have Andromeda’s daughter as your toy. Narcissa’s child would be a hindrance to our plans.” His voice was cold, but Bellatrix remained sure that this news would please her Lord.
“No, my Lord. He could give you an Heir you truly desire, a power—“ She was interrupted by her Lord’s interested voice.
“He?”
“Yes, my Lord. A male witch. Powerful in his own right. With him by your side, no one would ever dare stand in your way,” she said smugly.
“How sure are you that he is who you think he is?”
Bellatrix opened her mind and looked straight at those purple eyes that were starting to turn black. She allowed him to view her own memories of what she saw and felt that day. The magic that flowed to her from her Lord was too powerful that she thought she was going to suffocate, but her Lord seemed to realize this and released her from the spell that held her.
“I want him, Bella. I give you my permission to do whatever it takes and bring him to me. Alive.” His voice was commanding.
Bellatrix bowed her head.
“When the werewolves will finally find him, he is as good as ours. Narcissa’s remains will be put to use after all. Until then my Lord, please rest. Until the day I finally have the heads of the Potters, you will truly be free.” She stood up and looked back at her Lord, his eyes drooping and the seal beginning to take its toll.
“Bella, I give you free reign to use one of my objects as you wish. But remember never to lose them.” His eyes were now closed but the smile on his angelic face was not removed as he slept in peace.
“Yes, My Lord. Leave everything to me.”
With that final words, she turned her back, leaving the room. The doors closed shut and all the protective ward all in place. Her walk back to her quarters was much more interesting now. She was given reign to use one of those objects as she wishes and with those, she can use the spell she had been dying to use.
She reached the confines of her spell and torture room. She frowned when she realized she was not alone. Her husband was present along with Fenrir Greyback. Both were sitting to each of her couch opposite to each other, both eyes snapped to her.
“How is our Lord, Bella?”
She decided to conjure tea for all three of them and with a swish of her hand, they were all placed on the coffee table. “Our Lord is fine, dear.”
“Is the seal still attached?” Fenrir spoke, his voice rough and serious. He sat rigidly and remained alerted.
“Yes, but no worries. Hogwarts will soon fall. My child will assure of that.”
Fenrir then stood up to leave, but Bellatrix’s voice stopped him from fully stepping out. “Are you not joining the party when we attack? The Heir of James Potter is currently attending Hogwarts.”
They all heard a twisting of the doorknob and the door creaking as if about to split in two.
“No. That pup is weak. I would rather have his Father all to myself.”
“Suit yourself then,” Rodolphus spoke and with that, Fenrir left the room, leaving Bella with her husband.
“How is everything?”
“Oh, don’t worry, dear. Everything is swimming well, all according to our Lord’s and my plans.”