Hermione meets the gang
Chapter three
Harry Potter was at a loss. He had no idea how to handle this situation. He had a crying Hermione in his arms, three dead potential rapists at his feet and he could hear police sirens not very far away. Harry looked at one of the men at his feet, thinking of the things he had said and thought about the girl he considered a sister.
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"OI!"
The men had looked back at his shout. The look in their eyes had enraged Harry even further. They were impatient and lustful. Harry snarled and delved into the leader's mind.
'I wonder if this little fag knows where that brunette tease went' he thought.
Harry snarled and felt anger well up inside him. The man seemed too drunk to process the dangerous look in Harry's eyes or the snarl coming from deep within his throat. Or maybe this man was merely stupid. Either way, He wanted something that Harry had already laid claim to. If the drunk wanted Harry's pseudo sister he'd have to get through Harry first.
"Little boy," the man began in a sarcastically sweet voice, "have you seen a lady with curly brown hair run past here?"
Harry snarled again, louder this time. The man began to stalk towards him.
"You think I'm afraid of you? Don'Ma make me laugh" He smirked "you're what? Fourteen? Fifteen? You're no match for me, kid! I know you've seen the girl so just tell us where she is and nothing will happen to you"
Once again Harry snarled
"And what's going to happen to her, huh?" he mustered up his most sarcastic, Malfoyesque demeanour "Let me guess. Oh I know! She dropped her purse and you three good samaritans are looking for her to return it. Well then she lives in Hell, I'll get you there! No charge".
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Harry drew a semi automatic at an inhuman speed and just as quickly had a bullet lodged firmly in each man's frontal lobe. He felt the air shift when Hermione winced as the shots rang out and hugged her tightly when she tried to rush to him. it ended up as more of a slow limp, as it is quite hard to rush with a bullet in your leg. Though, as soon as she saw the dead men she had fainted.
And so Harry reasoned with himself that his best option was to take her to base. Unconscious as she was, it wasn't safe to leave her in the middle of the road, especially not in such a dangerous area with three, still bleeding corpses and the police on the way, besides; he didn't know where she lived. Strangely enough it was safer to take her to a house full of various mythical creatures, professional killers and a Dudley who was still struggling with the healthy lifestyle Harry had set out for him and who could possibly attempt to eat Hermione.
"Don't be ridiculous, Harry!" he reprimanded himself quietly as he carried his unconscious almost-sister down the street "you could lure him away with a bar of chocolate"
As Harry carried Hermione down the street, he was left alone with his thoughts. Hermione had always been forgiving and understanding, but could she accept him for what he was; a creature, a killer.
'Wow' Harry thought sarcastically, 'I never have been normal, have I?'
'Of course not!' a little voice that was not his own answered in his head, 'that would've been too easy!'
Harry sighed 'stay out of my head, Viper!' he thought back at the telepath.
Of course, he got no answer.
It didn't take Harry long to carry Hermione back to the club. Heaven was the ironically named nightclub that the 'Fallen Angels' gang owned and used as a front for their less than legal activities. Harry's thoughts turned to his newfound family.
There was Dudley, who wasn't exactly new to Harry's life but his friendly attitude was something that Harry was still getting to grips with. Dervla, a Veela who had been sentenced to death by the ministry and had flirted her way out of the building before fleeing into the night. Shadow, nobody knew her real name but Harry, they had a lot in common. Shadow was a witch, but her parents had refused to let her go to Hogwarts, they had burned her letters and locked her away for years. She was beaten daily and had some of the same words carved into her skin as Harry did. They had bonded over their identical wounds, both physical and mental.
Ash, Blade and Ruby were triplets, but not in blood, Ash and Ruby were duplicates of Blade, she had been lonely and had asked Shadow to find her some friends who she could relate to. Shadow, with her twisted sense if humour, transfigured two strands of Blade's into exact copies of the girl. Pierce was like Dudley, mortal. He was sick of living at home and had run away to New York at thirteen, he had become a master assassin, gotten arrested when he was seventeen, escaped, fled to England and, coincidentally, he had been Harry's first boyfriend. Harry had ended the relationship about a week ago and Pierce didn't seem to be dealing with it well, he always had a longing look in his eye when he looked at Harry and he would beg Harry to reconsider but hadn't tried anything physical yet. Harry had quickly gone back to the routine he had fallen into before Pierce, picking up random partners for the night.
Xander was a werewolf from Greyback's pack. Harry had met Greyback a few times and, surprisingly, he wasn't as bad as people thought, Harry had actually found the man to be quite funny. Xander was always looking out for Harry; he was so protective that he had taken to calling Harry "Cub" or "Pup". Viper was a very annoying vampire with a flare for telekinesis who found great pleasure in constantly annoying Harry, he often refused to leave Harry's head without the younger creature threatening him with grievous bodily harm or injuring Max, the older Vampire's mate. A vampire's mate is the most precious thing in the world to the vampire, the mate is revealed to the Vampire once they both reach the age of sixteen, when all beings come into any blood inheritance. Once a vampire has found it's mate they will never want to leave them or hurt them. Max was a witch, but she had been home schooled and was a very socially awkward person; she didn't speak much and gave off bad vibes. Harry did not trust her.
The area in which the Fallen Angels' club resided was a very unsafe place. It housed the scum of the earth. Junkies, dealers, prostitutes and criminals on every corner, in every doorway and in every gutter. These people were nothing compared to the Fallen Angels.
"Knock, knock!" Harry sang through the door.
Pierce slid the slit in the door back and looked at Harry suspiciously,
"Why didn't you knock properly?" he asked, not spotting Hermione.
Harry held her up a little bit to show Pierce,
"I didn't have any arms!", he told the killer in a babyish voice, pushing out his lower lip, that seemed to work as Pierce's eyes glazed over slightly and he opened the door.
The club wasn't much of a sight during the day. It was mostly filled with the remains of Mortals who had served as dinner last night for those members of the gang who weren't human. Harry sauntered to one of the sofas scattered around the areas where they wouldn't interfere with the dance floor. He kicked a corpse off of it and laid his sister in the former man's place. He pulled a blanket off of a sleeping Max, threw it over Hermione and tucked her in carefully. He placed a cushion under her head und placed a darkening spell above her eyes. Harry had blacked out enough times to know that it could be painful to wake up with a light shining on you. Hermione's stomach rumbled slightly. Harry frowned; he would have to get her some food before she woke up. He kissed her on the forehead and left, closing the door gently behind him.
"Who is she?"
Harry found himself pressed against a wall with a silver knife pressed to his throat, burning his skin.
"Who. Is. She?" Pierce hissed in Harry's ear, his cheek pressed against Harry's and his lips actually touching Harry's ear.
"H-Hermione!" he responded.
He felt Pierce smirk, the knife skimmed down Harry's neck, not quite cutting, but leaving burns the whole way,
"I don't need to know her name, silly", the knife continued down Harry's chest, still burning him,
"Is she your new girlfriend, Harry?" Pierce purred out the other boy's name.
"N- n- no!" Harry stuttered.
"Liar!", Pierce hissed as he pressed the knife into Harry's stomach, cutting this time, the skin sizzled, he chuckled as Harry gasped in pain.
Harry felt the knife penetrate his skin more deeply.
"I thought I could handle this, Harry" Pierce whispered as he dragged the knife down, slicing Harry open.
"If I can't have you, no-one will". Pierce snarled and drove the knife deeply into Harry's stomach.
Harry gasped and writhed in pain and disbelief, coughing up black blood,
"Especially not some little whore you picked up off of the street!".
All at once, Pierce's weight was gone. Harry fell to his knees, clawing blindly at his stomach in a fruitless attempt to stop the pain. He had stabbed him! Pierce had stabbed him! Harry felt his arms being wrenched away from his stomach and held firmly, but gently, behind his back.
"Hush, Pup" Harry recognised the husky voice as Xander's and turned to curl into the chest behind him.
Harry whimpered, letting tears leak from his eyes and soak into his mentor's shirt. Xander whispered soothing words into Harry's ear. Harry gradually relaxed until he felt his eyelids droop and his consciousness drift away from him. The world went black.
Hermione opened her eyes what felt to her like days later. She felt her pillow shift under her head and groaned. She felt her pillow shift again. She turned and nuzzled her head deeper into it, she noticed that it didn't sink under her weight and it was warm. That wasn't right! Hermione looked up and blushed, her pillow wasn't actually a pillow at all, it was a man. A muscular, extremely handsome man… with a lightning bolt scar.
"Harry?" she asked, the man shifted a little bit.
Hermione sat up and looked at him properly. He couldn't be more different than she remembered him. But why was she here? Oh!
The whole night suddenly came rushing back to her. She had been running from those creeps. They had seen her from across a street earlier while she was still with her parents and shouted over to her, leering and making obscene gestures. She had cussed them out, they hadn't liked that. They chased her once they saw her alone, but then she found Harry and he had… he had shot them! She was forgetting something, she knew she was. Shot, shot… she had been shot! Hermione ripped the blanket off of her and looked at her leg. Nothing, no cut, no scar not even a drop of blood.
"Yeah" said a voice from behind her, "Shadow's pretty good with stopping life threatening shit".
The brunette turned around and looked at her friend, who continued talking,
"I mean, could you guess that, about three hours ago I was stabbed in the stomach?" he lifted his shirt to show her, carefully covering his uncle's words.
"YOU WERE WHAT?" Hermione ran to Harry and ran her hand over his stomach, "HARRY JAMES POTTER, TELL ME RIGHT NOW WHO STABBED YOU! I OWE THEM A LITTLE VISIT FOR TOUCHING MY BROTHER!"
Harry watched the girl pace the floor muttering curses under her breath.
He was able to hold the laughter that was threatening to bubble past his lips in until he heard the phrase, "castrate that idiot with a rusty kitchen knife!" at which point he fell about the floor laughing loudly. Hermione fought against it but, in the end up, she too fell to the floor laughing hysterically.
Dervla found them like that an hour later still on the floor laughing but not as hysterically. Harry was leaning on his bedside table, Hermione was in between his legs and they were both watching an old black and white musical.
"Wow, Emerald" she addressed Harry, "this girl must have you whipped! You hate musicals"
Harry looked her straight in the eye and flipped her off with his thumb sticking out.
"Why do you do that?" Dervla asked him.
A puzzled expression made its way on to the boy's face
"Do what?" he asked her.
"You stick your thumb out when you flip someone off!" she exclaimed.
Harry shrugged and looked back to the television.
Dervla leant against the door frame and observed the pair for a moment
'There is something missing from this picture' she thought before she rushed from the room.
Dervla returned ten minutes later with a stack of magazines, a huge bowl of popcorn, a tub of ice cream and assorted chocolates.
She grinned, held them up and asked "room for one more?"
Harry looked at Hermione, who shrugged and moved over to make room.
….
"You're gay?".
"Well, yeah" Harry looked at his feet and nodded solemnly.
Harry had been showing Hermione around the club and introducing her to anyone who passed by when he had stopped, turned to her and blurted out his secret, well, one of them. Hermione pulled his chin up and looked him straight in the eye.
"Harry", she told him, "you are my brother! This doesn't change that. It doesn't matter!"
Harry drew her into a hug unaware of Pierce watching from the shadows. Waiting for his chance.
…..
"You are sure this is what you want Albus?".
Arthur Weasley stood before the Headmaster. He had just heard a plan that may overstep even his boundaries.
"I am positive, Arthur" the old wizard replied, "Harry has become a bit too opinionated for my tastes. He is my pawn and my pawns must be strong, but obedient. We will have him fall in love with your youngest, Ginervra. He will marry her and she will have complete control over him".
Arthur looked at the man, "how do you plan on doing that Albus?" he asked.
"Love potions are a powerful thing my friend, we will have Ronald place a vial of Amortentia, infused with Miss Weasley's essence and a strong loyalty draught, in everything Mr Potter drinks"
Arthur nodded,
"Once they have married, which will be done within the first two months of the school year, we will use a powerful binding spell to ensure he doesn't have to keep taking the potions. This spell will bind Potter to Ginervra. He will do whatever she wishes".
Arthur nodded, "what is in this for me, Albus?" he asked.
Albus wordlessly placed a drawstring purse in front of him, it jingled when he placed it on the table. Arthur pocketed it.
"You have yourself a deal"