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Chapter List
- 1-Canine Lust
- 2-Distaste For Blood
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CANINE LUST

Summary::: During Voldemort’s first reign many mothers died for their children. So how is it that one Harry Potter was able to survive? A thousand years ago there was a creature that could survive the killing curse’s wrath. What if Harry was really the reincarnation of this creature? AU. Not slash.

I’ve decided to make this an AU story’.Just because it would fit better together and the fact that I haven’t read book 5 yet and I don’t want to mix things up. Have to get my hands on book 5 dammit!

Rated::: R for mature content, rating may change in the future.

Warning::: This story may contain sexual innuendo, or situations. NC-17 content will be stored in a separate forum when it arises. This story has ideas from the anime Inuyasha however is not to be considered a crossover, at least I don’t consider it a crossover. Either way I’m not bringing in characters from Inuyasha the anime just borrowing some ideas, everything is explained so if you haven’t watched the anime you’ll still know what’s going on.

Disclaimer::: I don’t own Inuyasha, I don’t own Harry Potter. If I did I’d be a rich son of a *beep* and I wouldn’t be writing this. ;p lol. All I own is the plot and a few original characters. I don’t even own this computer so don’t even bother suing me, I’m broke.

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Chapter 1: Dreams and Changes

Heavy breathing and low grunts could be heard throughout the room accompanied by loud moans coming from the female occupant of the room. It was eight in the evening by now and these sounds have been bouncing off of the off-white hotel walls for several hours.

Sweat was pouring off of their bodies and their hair was sticking to their temples, the male’s unusually longer than the female’s plastered to his back and some of it spilled over his shoulders to tickle her delicate skin. Her arms were gripping his shoulders and hands were clawing at his back drawing blood with blunt fingernails. The male paid no attention to the pain that it was causing him in favor of taking his companion to her peak for the tenth time that day and getting it over with.

He derived almost no pleasure past the physical kind since he chose this part time career and listlessly kept pounding into his client almost forcefully enough to leave bruises. A part of him worried for her discomfort but he did what he was instructed and paid to do. Her moans and the slapping of flesh were the last things he heard before her loud shriek of fulfillment met his ears and made them ring. The name he gave the woman as his alias filled the room in her voice and he finally let himself go hoping this was the last set his client requested.

He had after all grown tired of straining his muscles for so long and hearing his father’s name on her lips. He briefly wondered if she should have given her a different name foregoing the fact that his real middle name was possibly the only other name he’d ever respond to quickly enough without causing suspicions. He had agreed long ago to make that his ‘business’ name.

‘James’’ He turned back to face the brunette he had shared several hours with and aimed a questioning glance her way. Her eyes looked apologetic and worried and her tone seemed hesitant to him.

It was just too bad he had to waste his father’s name on a dirty business.

‘Hmm?’ He quickly glanced to the clock above the bed to see it was half past eight and time for him to leave so he started gathering his clothes from the floor.

‘Is your back hurt?’ The middle-aged woman who had paid for his services earlier now had a motherly gleam in her eyes that disturbed him to no end. He didn’t want someone he’d just shagged to baby him.

‘My back?’ He mused. Stretching and twisting his back a little he felt no pain or discomfort. ‘What’s wrong with my back?’ Figuring there could be something stuck to it he brushed his long hair aside and turned his head to look over his shoulder trying to see as much of his back as possible.

There was blood. Lots of blood. Dark crimson lines turning brown after being exposed to the air for so long. This kind of thing had happened before but never that to that extent. Harry could have never imagined his client could cover has his back in vicious bloody streaks.

‘Jeez woman you really did a number on me.’ He joked and brushed it off.

Either she didn’t see the hilarity in the situation or his back must have looked really gory to her eyes because after letting out a choked sob the brunette he had spent the last few hours with ran into the adjoining bathroom and come back with a wet rag and started to carefully dab at his skin.

‘Tell me if it hurts.’ She said wiping the streaks carefully.

‘No don’t--’ He began to say and almost got up when her surprisingly firm grip was unrelenting on his shoulders and she shushed him giving him no other choice other than to sit quietly and wait for the inevitable, other that or hurt her feelings.

Feeling less than comfortable he just sat there. Not many people in his life had ever touched him like that. This wasn’t a lustful touch but rather a caring one. Perhaps his parents at one time had taken care of him if he got hurt as a child. The Dursley’s sure as hell didn’t the only nice thing they’d ever done for him was changed his name legally with his promise that he would leave and they’d never see him again. And his school nurse would always scoff at little injuries and treat him if it was absolutely necessary but that was her job and she didn’t do it with a fear of hurting him even more.

He had been so busy thinking about what she was doing that he never even noticed her surprised gasp.

‘What the hell are you?!’ A shove against his back and her terrified shriek woke him back up. Her turned to be greeted by the site of her holding up a lamp ready to strike him.

‘Miss, please calm down!’ He pleaded and ducked avoiding collision between his head and the lamp when she swung at him like he was some animal to be feared. All the sports he played back in school paid off helping his naturally quick reflexes become quicker.

‘Get away from me you freak! Get out!’ Her screaming was hurting his ears for some reason. Usually he wouldn’t have a problem with screaming having grown up being bellowed at for every breath he took, but there was something wrong with him as of late. It had something to do with the dreams he kept having, the ones that even blocked out visions of that character Voldemort’s doings.

But while the screaming hurt physically the part about him being a freak only confused and hurt him emotionally.

//Gave the wench the best sex of her life and she calls me a freak. He scoffed and shook his head going back to collecting the rest of his clothes while she cowered in the corner of the room still holding the floor lamp.

//No matter what I do I’ll never be accepted.

The money that he was supposed to get was lying on the small bedside table and he moved to take it when he heard a faint whistling sound in the air and he forced himself to duck the lamp that would have impacted with his head painfully had he not moved.

Jumping away from the raving woman he caught the post of the floor lamp on his next swing and wrenched it out of her shaking hands.

‘Would you kindly calm down?!’ He hissed in warning putting the lamp down beside him and grabbing her by the upper arms. She was shaking both in fear and the draft from the air conditioner that blew against her still naked body.

‘What the hell are you!’ She screamed trying to pull away and flaying her limbs around like a mad woman.

‘What do I look like, genius? I’m a man. I just proved that for the last few hours.’ He smirked when she stopped thrashing and blushed but that didn’t last long and her dark glare bore into him again.

‘You’re back was covered in blood. I have fragments of your skin under my fingernails. Yet there isn’t a scratch on your skin. Explain that.’ She said pointedly and poked a finger at his chest her fear of him decreasing with the knowledge that he hadn’t harmed her yet.

‘I don’t know what you want me to say.’ He threw his arms up in the air not having expected that strong of a reaction to what happened. ‘Its not my fault if in the process of trying to hurt me you didn’t! You could have had a nosebleed and smeared it all over my back for all I care!’ He said trying to unsuccessfully turn down her suspicions

‘It’s your blood and I know it. You can’t be entirely human.’ She spat at him.

//For now I am. I won’t be much longer. He sighed remembering the dreams he had had since an early age. Dreams of strange creatures that looked like average people but had pointy ears and markings on their faces. Creatures that had fangs and claws and some had tails. Creatures that could turn into animals as large as an apartment building if not bigger. These creatures had the ability to heal quickly. But they had died out a thousand years ago or so that’s what he saw in his dreams. They were a hybrid of half vampire half beast, but was it time for him to change yet?

His thoughts trailed off and he scoffed in disbelief.

//Idiot, you’re human. You have no pointy ears or markings. You have no claws and fangs, you especially don’t have a tail. He thought to himself but a part of him couldn’t help but wonder.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*FLASHBACK*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

It was the year 5454 in the year of our lord and savior, the first of our cursed kind. It was 954 A.D. in human years. Five thousand five hundred years since the first of our kind was created in a freak magical accident that soon bred more of us throughout the country of Japan. A thousand years since we have been driven out by humans who have found our weaknesses, and a thousand years since we’ve made Europe and western Russia our new home. We have strived hard to keep our bloodlines clean and purged of human blood. For a thousand years we succeeded until the birth of Talon Slytherin, our new lord's half-blood daughter.

Daughter to our leader Lord Salazar Slytherin and the half Veela half human witch Rowena Raveclaw. Our new Princess is hidden away in the very dungeons of her own home after the death of her mother and the attempt I made to kidnap her and raise her as my own. The last dieing wish to her mother that I failed to complete.

My name is Ater Potter, I have not lived very long compared to some of my betters. They who have seen the destruction of our kind in our mother land, who have led us to this new foreign country where the new ‘wizards’ are already discovering us. And we will soon be annihilated just as easily as we were in our former country.

The mistakes of many of our former leaders put us in this position and the mistakes of our current one are putting us in a far worse one. If only my father had lived.

Ulric the great wolf they called him. And he certainly was. In his transformed form he was larger than Lord Slytherin would ever become and certainly more powerful. He was ready to bring peace between the humans and our kind, the Bestia Lamia, or demon as the citizens of our motherland called us. Ulric would have been next in line to the throne had he not fallen in love. His love for my mother was his downfall when Lord Slytherin used her against him.

My father was murdered and his position taken by that Dog demon Salazar. Imagine a wolf beaten by a mere dog. It shamed me when I returned from my quests to find Slytherin in control and my mother by his side. Now I am the only thing standing in his way from supreme rule. Our kind respected my father far too much to turn their backs on me.

Circumstances stopped me from outright attacking the man. The woman I loved had also fallen in love with him and bore him a child. The half-breed that should have been my daughter instead of his. She was a strange mix, ‘ dog demon, which equaled ‘ vampire ‘ dog. After all that was what a dog demon was, nothing fancy. The other half of her was split in two, as her mother had been a half-ling herself. Part Veela and part human witch.

There was nothing bad to be said against half-lings though. Rowena Ravenclaw was an incredible woman. Although she knew what we were and how powerful we were she didn’t fear us. She was kind to the children in our packs and saw us as real people. My fiery Rowena, why did you leave me for that dog?

I still loved her after her betrayal and I loved her daughter as well ignoring the golden color or her eyes, which she had inherited from her father, the dog like ears atop her head that were the wrong color, and the royal markings on her face. Two burgundy striped on each of her pale cheeks and a light blue crescent moon on her forehead signaling she was royalty.

I had similar markings though different in color and instead of a crescent moon that she had inherited I had an emerald green lightening bolt that was the color of my eyes contrasting with the royal blue stripes on my cheeks and wrists.

Before Rowena died she let me name her daughter after realizing the treachery she committed. Her last wish being that I take her daughter away and love her as I would have loved Rowena. But I would never be able to love anyone as I had loved her. My life is a life of misery and it would never be anything but.

I failed and now the Princess that I have watched grow up in the cold dank dungeons of this solemn castle that I myself have been trapped to save for the missions I am sent on, she is to marry a wizard her father had picked against her will. I failed her mother in my broken promise to love her. I stayed distant from the girl for too many years. I trained her in combat and swordsmanship but I always kept a stoic face that I know often makes her wonder about me. I’m sorry my fair Rowena, I have failed you.

I failed too many times to be allowed to live. Why I live I have no idea. Perhaps my own mother pleaded for my life from Salazar. And perhaps in hope that his treatment of me would not rile his subjects, he named me general of his army but not before cutting off my tail that has only now finished regenerating.

In a matter of a year I have received my father’s title with a slight twist to it. I am not just a wolf to them. I am their leader. Ater the great demon they call me. Such a title is the greatest honor a man could receive, but I find no happiness in it just like everything else. Soon it would not matter anyways for it is my duty to assassinate Lord Slytherin before he carries out his ‘plan’ to save us form the humans. I will surely be killed by one of the men that still follow him blindly. It is honorable to follow the current lord, yes, but it is foolish as well.

We are strong but our numbers are small coming from our lamia side, which cannot reproduce. The animal in us can though but it takes years to have one child and sometimes it is lost during the birthing process along with the mother. Rowena suffered that way, having a demon child was too much for her and the only reason she died was because Salazar’s daughter was a mere experiment that would help his plan. Something in the spell he had used went wrong and now I seek my vengeance.

Slytherin cannot handle a war with the humans but his plan entails that we disappear until the humans forget we ever existed we cannot reappear. We are to mate with humans and use a complicated spell that would hide our demon genes in their blood pool to be carried throughout the generations carrying our souls along with it until it can be reborn a thousand years in the future. All of this in order that this whole mess would be someone else’s problem other than Slytherin’s. The main problem in this plan is that as soon as the child our mate bears us is born we die as our soul escapes the body and our magic and strength with it. When the right child is born in the future it would look like a mirror image of its ancestor and if all went right it would start developing our traits as soon as it hits its coming of age. The dreams of its past life and the generations gone by between now and then would start at the age of five however, to ensure mental stability. I do not believe many would survive this transformation, the magic working it is too dangerous and the pain in the change would be hell on earth. I wouldn’t wish it on any successor of mine.

Lord Slytherin is pushing me to seduce Godric Gryffindor’s daughter and be the first to pass my soul through time. I know he just wants to get rid of me as soon as possible. But I made a promise; I wouldn’t let my children suffer this tragedy. This promise I will keep.

I wouldn’t have had to make all these promises if we allied ourselves with the humans sooner.

Now I alone know the whole truth of our situation and what our leader plans to do to save us. I know everything from the way he thinks to the way he eats his soup. And I will use all of it to my advantage.

I am hoping these words go down in history in case that I cannot. Maybe one day my descendant will find this journal and marvel at the hardships of our time and perhaps be thankful for what he or she has.

I must go now. Slytherin already knows perfectly well rebellion resides in my heart and within every room in this castle. I’d rather not be caught writing this in hopes I’d be buried with my tail still intact.

General Ater Potter of the Slytherin army, Lord to the lost lands of Petrof and rightful heir to the throne.

‘And a bloody royal fool destined to die at the hands of that bastard, Slytherin.’ He murmured under his breath putting down the quill he was using and sprinkling sand on his parchment in order to dry it faster.

Satisfied with the last page of his personal log he moved to stand by a large chest on the floor equipped with a padlock and several runes encrypted on the metal rim that surrounded the edges of the chest. Flexing his right hand he watched his claws spring out and become longer and sharper. Pushing one into the hole of the padlock he opened it easily with years of practice and surveyed all the objects inside.

It was his insurance, if one was to call it anything.

Inside were several weapons and books, one of his spare uniforms and an exact replica of his dragon hide armor. If someone were to see him piling things into the chest they would have wondered why their general was packing away a uniform sizes too small for him along with armor obviously made for a woman’s body. But his reason was his own and he through in a few extra weapons before adding his journal and most prized possessions his family athame and katana.

*knock* *knock*

‘General Potter?’ Someone called out knocking on his chamber door after he had explicitly asked his guards to leave him in peace.

Scowling and putting away the last thing he might need he shut and locked the trunk passing a hand over it and murmuring a minor soul spell that would keep it from prying hands.

‘General!’ Whoever had come to talk to him didn’t get the message when he didn’t answer the first time. He didn’t want to be disturbed until it was time for him to leave for the Princess’ combat lessons.

He growled loudly picking up the scent of the servant that was sent to deliver some kind of message to him. The smell of fear and uneasiness reached his nose. The new servant still hadn’t gotten used to his foul moods and continued to consider him the epitome of the devil.

The smell of fear practically reeked off the brat. Something he had smelt for far too long now. It was better to be feared than sneered upon and used but for once he wished he could be in the company of someone who saw him as an equal instead of either a superior or lower being.

‘General Potter! Please, I know you’re in there! Lord Slytherin asked me to fetch you!’ The voice quavered hearing the feared man’s displeasure at being disturbed. It was just too bad he was even more afraid of their lord; otherwise he would have long left him alone.

‘What does he want?!’ He yelled back through the door moving to the mirror near his bed and using a comb to bush his wavy butt length midnight locks before securing them in a half pony tail leaving his unruly fringe unbothered and covering the lightening bolt that marked him as a royal.

‘I don’t know general. He says it’s urgent. You must hasten general he is not in a mood to be tampered with!’

‘Go back and tell your lord he’ll have to wait a little longer!’ He was not in the mood to exchange glares with Slytherin just yet. Picking up the spare katana he had to replace the one that he stored away and attaching it to his waist he gathered his outer robes that went over his uniform and dragonhide armor and dressed in them. They weren’t really considered robes and they didn’t resemble them either, he had them designed especially to his liking for flexibility and easy access to the weapons he stored on his body. They had no sleeves and only exposed at the belt while his chest and legs were exposed.

‘But General I’ll have my tail cut off for sure! Please I cannot go back there!’ The voice whined in a child like manner and taking pity on the boy outside Ater draped his cloak over his shoulder securing it on his shoulders and making it seem more like a cape than anything else.

‘Well at least you’ll know what it feels like. Besides it would grow back in about a decade!’ He quipped in amusement.

‘GENERAL!! PLEASE!!!’

This constant screaming through the heavy oak door was ridiculous and Ater rolled his emerald eyes giving himself a once over and putting on his usual blank expression before opening the door to his chambers and facing the miserable servant that now cowered under his stare.

‘Move runt.’ He ordered the young rabbit demon to step out of his way and immediately stalked off to the throne room, his booted feet moving soundlessly and his dark cloak swirling around his feet gracefully as if it were alive.

Despite his fear for the man the young demon sent to get him stared in awe at the tall beauty that had just walked off into the dark halls of the castle.

//I hope you succeed in your mission Lord Potter’ He sent a silent prayer in acknowledgement for his dead parents and hoped to evade the fate that would land on him and all other small children that were not able to mate if the general did not succeed. If he couldn’t pass his soul into the future through rights of mating then the other demons would have no use for him and would drown him in a river.

His long legs took large graceful strides and helped him reach the throne room on the second floor in the main wing of the castle where two large oak doors coated with bronze with carvings of large white dogs that stood tall, about 50 feet above the ground with shining ruby eyes and great fangs so sharp they’d rip apart a mountain.

The guards outside the doors saluted in respect to him and opened the large doors where Lord Slytherin sat on a large golden chair made for a king. Swapped in yards of dark silk and furs that contrasted with his silvery white hair and golden eyes. Golden eyes that regarded him coldly as one of his clawed hands reached out mockingly for the woman’s be hie him who sat mutely watching the scene unfold without emotion. The large serpent at his feet coiled its body around the woman’s ankles in threat.

She sat on a small stool beside the man also dressed in silks but of lighter colors and in a style too revealing for a respectable woman. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her back in waves much like Ater’s own and her vibrant green eyes resembling his were dimmed after years of misery and regret. There his mother sat like a slave next to the monster that killed his father.

‘Sire.’ He acknowledged the man with a bow at the waist and straightened to face his mother. ‘Lady Slytherin.’ He said shortly knowing it would not by respectable to call her anything but by her new title. Seeing a slight spark of recognition in her dead eyes his teeth clenched when she made no move to greet him or acknowledge his being.

‘Boy.’ Was his only greeting from his ‘sire’.

‘You sent for me sire?’ he questioned growing tired of the silence that filled the room save for the fidgeting of Slytherin’s many concubines whom all decorated the east side of the room on thin mats. That problem was soon fixed when the man in question shot them a glare and they returned their scantily clad bodies to immobile stations.

‘Indeed Ater. You remember Lady Andrea do you not?’ He asked knowing perfectly well he did but adding in her parental background to make him further agitated. ‘Lord Gryffindor’s and Lady Genevieve’s daughter.’

‘I am aware of who she is sire. What of her?’ His words became less respectful and barked out.

‘Watch your tongue boy, I gather you like your new tail too much to lose it?’ The threat was not sugar coated or hidden behind some ulterior motive as it usually would with a slimy snake like Slytherin but rather straight to the point. What amazed him was that it drew a reaction form the half dead woman he used to know as his mother.

‘My lord’’ her voice smooth and rather deep for a woman’s but none-the-less sweet was not roughened from years of barely saying much. No matter how happy it made him to hear her speak he could not hide the anger that he felt at the title she addressed him with. She was Slytherin’s mate; she shouldn’t have to call him by his title. She never had to call his father anything but his given name.

‘Silence woman.’ That snake dared order his mother. His blood boiled and he resisted the urge to transform and rip the man’s throat out. It wasn’t time yet.

‘The boy needs to learn to keep his tongue and obey his leader. I won’t grant anymore requests to save his sorry hide.’ Slytherin sneered and the large Cobra lying at his feet reared its head up to hiss at Ater in spite. Ater was almost tempted to hiss back at it but refrained knowing Slytherin would discover his secret of being a parslemouth as well.

Slytherin then turned back to him.

‘As for what of the Gryffindor wench, Godric and I have struck a deal and you shall meet for the last time before your wedding ceremony in three days. She will be here within the evening’s first hour with her parents.’

‘And if I refuse?’ He raised a dark eyebrow without fear of the consequences and waited for his obviously irritated lord to answer him.

Salazar sneered as per usual and as if reading the man’s mind his serpent uncoiled itself from Ater’s mother’s feet and made its way toward the young man at the foot of the stairs leading to the platform where they two people sat.

The snake slithered up to him and stood itself until its head reached the height of 6’4, his height. Its ruby eyes swirled and tried to grab onto his mind focusing on his own green eyes.

//Hypnosis. He figured. //Seems Salazar has a new toy and this is how he’s been controlling mother I bet. Narrowing his eyes at the best his swiped his claws at it making it rear up and slide to the floor quickly retreating when its methods didn’t work.

‘If you refuse Ater, then your precious Talon will suffer for it. It will not only be a tail she will loose—wait the stupid half-breed doesn’t have one does she?’ A chuckle came from the very man that was speaking so cruelly of his only daughter perhaps to make up for his failure in hypnotizing the boy.

‘And what would I care of the Princess’ well-being? Her death would mean I wouldn’t have to look at the obvious evidence of her mother’s betrayal.’ He said blankly, his eyes now a complete replica of his mothers as they went dull and emotionless.

‘I’ve been waiting for a reason to get rid of her. She is a burden to my finances. If you do not meet Lady Andrea tonight Talon will die at dawn. It is your choice. Be here at moon rise and all will be well.’

Without the need to hear anymore Ater swiftly turned on his heal and exited the throne room giving no indication of his answer, but Salazar as good as knew he would be there by moonrise.

‘Oh and boy,’ The light haired man called out knowing his superior hearing would pick it up. ‘Either way my bastard daughter will either die or mate that disgrace of a wizard Weasley. YOU HAVE NO CHANCE WITH HER!’

‘I WOULDN’T DISGRACE MYSELF WITH A HALF-BREED LIKE SOME DEMONS!’ He hollered back.

His expressionless face didn’t change as he stormed down the halls of the castle making his way down the dungeons in time for his daily lessons with the Princess. The halls were bustling with servants that tried to prepare the castle in time for Gryffindor’s arrival causing Ater to scold himself mentally for not noticing something was going on earlier in the day.

He plowed through everyone in his way and knocked some of the servants off their feet and slammed others into walls with the speed that he had picked up. No longer taking a steady pace he now outright dashed to the lower levels and in his fury didn’t care who got hurt along the way.

He could feel his claws digging into the skin of his fisted hands and knew for a fact that there was a trail of his own blood that led his decent from the throne room to the dungeons.

But his mind was on other matters, like the fact that he’d actually have to marry the Gryffindor’s daughter and break his own promise. If he refused to do so then he’d be breaking yet another one when he swore to Row Rowena’s daughter free from harm. And Rowena’s request would always come before his own happiness. It was his duty for failing to save her in the first place.

He stopped at the sealed door that would lead to the training room and the Princess’ chambers taking deep breaths and soothing his rage before he lost control and hurt her. He would never forgive himself if something happened to the foolish girl.

Wiping the blood off of his unclenched hands onto his cloak he glanced down waiting for them to heal and within minutes the deep holes in his hand closed up one by one leaving no evidence that they were ever there save for the slight smell of blood that demon’s would easily be able to pick up.

Knocking on the chamber door three times loudly enough for the girl inside to here he took off the seals around the door that kept the chamber’s inhabitant trapped inside rather than keep others on the outside from going inside. Not hearing any protests from inside he entered.

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The painful sting of reality finally brought him back to the present and from his reminiscence of one of his former dreams.

Harry rubbed his smarting right cheek where currently a red handprint started to fade. The result of his actions finally allowed his client to break free from his strong grip.

//Now what did I do?! He glared at her half-heartedly somehow with the understanding that it wasn’t her fault she was scared. He was finally coming of age he supposed, if turning 17 meant coming of age. The whole healing thing had been happening for the past few weeks.

A strange bitterness followed these thoughts knowing he would never be normal.

//Damn it Ater, you broke another promise! You failed to protect your family, Rowena, Talon, and me! But you are me, so I might be just as bad. But the difference is that I was abandoned before I could abandon anyone else. I’ve lived close to 30 lives through my dreams including yours and it seems all the Potters are cursed because of your stupid mistakes!

By now the woman he had been with was getting dressed while he stared off into space. Quite satisfied that he wouldn’t hurt her she went about the room calmly instead of the previous hysterics she was in.

‘I’ve decided to let you keep the money James.’ She interrupted his thoughts and he looked her way seeing her in the same expensive Gucci suit that she first came in wearing. A rich man’s wife he suspected. She was in her early forties but looked quite young for her age. Her rich brown hair held back in an elegant bun and her manicure fresh and simple.

He smirked knowing that even if she refused him the money he would have gotten it either way. This woman didn’t need a few thousand pounds when her millionaire husband brought home bags filled with cash on his return home every month or so from business trips.

‘I’ll leave you with the benefit of thinking that if you refused me my payment I wouldn't have actually gotten it.’ He paid no attention to her frightened look and only smirked again when the door was thrown open and the woman shot out like hell was on her heels and slamming the door with a resonating ‘bang’ that bothered his already pounding ears.

This left him strangely empty but he pushed it aside like all his other problems.

‘Five bloody grand for a blood five hours. I wonder if Gloria has any shame when hoodwinking these unfortunate rich folks?’ He grinned thinking about the woman that for lack of better word ‘pimped’ him. ‘More importantly I wonder if these poor people even know how old I am? Perhaps I could get away with using it as blackmail.’ A devilish grin spread on his handsome face and he chuckled in a way that would have made a trained wizard run for his life.

Collecting his money he did one final thing before leaving the room.

He raised his right hand and a blue flash erupted receding in a matter of seconds and leaving everything as it was before he even stepped foot into the hotel.

**************************AUTHOR’S**NOTE****************************

*Ducks rotten vegetables from the few people that actually took pity on me and decided to read my story. *

heh...heh’*laughs nervously* I really, really hope no one’s too mad at me for changing things. I felt that this would make it easier to write the story and it brings a few more twists into it. I’m hoping the background information in there helps a little too until I eventually explain things in future chapters. Well I gotta go wash the veggies out of my hair so tata!

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