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Dark Witch	By : Nescafevh Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 11470 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He froze, a predator ready to strike “who are you?”
“I am no threat to you or your lifemate, I merely offer you the use of a cabin I own nearby you can use to heal your one.” He frowned, the other hadn’t answered his question “WHO are you?”
“My name is Demetri Tirunul. My lifemate is the daughter to Gabriel Daratrazanoff, older brother of The Prince’s second in command and our greatest healer.” The voice sounded vaguely curious “you must have been away from our home for longer than the others to be unaware of this.”
Knowing that an Carpathian who had already found and claimed their lifemate was trustworthy, he relaxed a little “I have. This is the earliest I was able to return, despite our Princes’ call. I was just finishing another vampire when I heard my lifemate’s cry.” He hesitated “she is only a child, five mortal years at the LEAST.”
There was a pause “You will do what is necessary for the safety and protection of your lifemate” The voice sent him a location and coordinates. He rose, lifting his lifemate into his arms. As she began to protest he said in a soothing hypnotic voice “I am taking you both to safety. Do not worry, I won’t forget your Uncle. But I need you to climb onto my back and hold on so I can carry him. Can you do that?”
She nodded and with his guidance carefully climbed around his shoulders until she could latch onto his back, hands gripping his shoulders and small legs around his waist. As he picked up the limp male he thought to the other voice as he moved off “that is not all. My lifemate had her own protection. Her Uncle managed to hold the vampire off long enough for me to arrive.”
The voice frowned “How is that possible? A human would never be able to compare to a vampire.”
“He is NOT human, but what he is, I have never seen before in my long existence. He is an unknown, and while I do not LIKE an unknown, especially around my lifemate, the vampire was unable to control him and not just that, they knew each other even in his other form.” He sent him the memory of the creature crouched over the child, protecting her even in face of the Master Vampire. Of the thing nuzzling her shoulder and wound, trying to lick it clean.
“I have never seen such a thing, yet there is undeniably the signs of a true wolf inside it. Perhaps it is the product of our enemies trying to cross a wolf and human, however producing something more along the lines of a true creature of wolf and human. It had the obvious traits of both a human and wolf, loyalty, pack. He is protecting pack, what HE sees as a cub. Even IF they are not truly related and she only sees him as an Uncle figure, he will protect her with his life.” He paused then continued “if you are in agreement I can contact the Prince about this new information and Gregori will come to you and examine them both. The healer has seen things in his existence many have not and may know what he is. If he is NOT the product of an experiment from our enemies then The Healer may know what he is Or....”
“What is it?” he frowned at the others reluctance to speak.
“Have you heard about the events of the last century, concerning Xavier and the vampires.” When he nodded the other continued “Do you know about Xavier’s grandson and the Malinov brothers?”
“If you mean the fact Xavier’s grandson, an Dragonseeker, had turned vampire and joined the evil one, yes.”
“That was not true. Xavier had planted four fragments of himself inside his grandson and was using them to control him, to use his body to do those evil deeds, yet somehow he was able to hold on to his soul. He found his lifemate who, with the Healers aid, was able to cleanse him of those pieces. Razvan Dragonseeker is my lifemate’s biological father and he and his lifemate once thought lost to us Ivory Malinov, have both joined us. Ivory was once trained under Xavier himself when we thought he was still our allie and when he wasn’t being controlled Razvan was witness to many of his grandfathers more....vile experiments and rituals.”
"So you think that he may have witnessed this.... male being changed?"
The other hesitated "While using Razvan's body, Xavier seduced and impregnated many women. So far other than his own direct family we have only being finding females, women. Your lifemate has a strong resemblance to a Carpathian, more so, a Dragonseeker. Those eyes..." He broke off "if she DOES share his blood, it would explain the connection to the males more....animal side. The Dragonseeker line were always powerful in the way of magic and nature. She can 'control him' as it were, despite the fact he bares no resemblance to us."
"So he is either another experiment she freed and he's protecting her, or...."
"It's possible he IS related to her, but on her mother's side. While the child inherited her fathers blood, he still sees her as pack because of her mother. It is possible he became an experiment for interfering in Xavier's plans. It would just be like the Evil One to instead of killing him, torture him to try and break her spirit."
Fighting down the fury as not to scare his lifemate, he spoke "so how do I find out if she is such a child?"
"Her skin should show signs of torture. Xavier conceived these children, purely to live off their blood to keep himself young. She would bare either the marks of bite or long slashes. And another sign of Dragonseeker other than the green eyes is the females bare a birthmark of a dragon that burns whenever vampires are around, just below the belly button on the right side. However sometimes that mark will hide itself and will not show unless the bearer is in danger."
"How will I know if she is one of those?"
"Only another Dragonseeker can sense it, their own blood."
Reaching the cabin he slowed to a stop, a casual walk. He hesitated then sent back a thought to the other "I thank you for the information and assistance, Demetri. I will tend to my lifemate and her protector right away and send both into a healing sleep before I go to ground. Please send my greeting to the Prince and I will swear my allegiance to him and our people anew when I am able. For now, however, my lifemate and her family is my priority. Please, pass on my information and learn what you can. After I have been able to talk to them both, I will send anything new I may learn."
He sensed the other mind withdraw from his and using a small burst of power he opened the door. Using the map in his mind left by the other he entered the master bedroom, lowering the naked, pale and unconscious male down on the bed, summoning and dressing him in the way of his people. With a chocked sob his lifemate quickly climbed around him so she could drop on the bed beside him.
He was then witness to something amazing.
His lifemate reached into her pocket, pulling something tiny out, setting it on the bed beside her, voice trembling as she spoke one word, pointing to the item. As he watched the item grew in size until a fairly decent sized backpack sat in its place. She immediately dug inside, pulling out a small corked glass vial of something thick-looking and blue. Popping the cork she scooted closer to the bed, sitting next to the males head, whispering "Uncle Remi" over and over again until the male stirred sluggishly and those eyes, once amber and now a warm chocolate brown, opened and looked at her. She held out the vial and after watching her blankly for long seconds he slowly reached out and, with trembling hands, took it from her. He raised to his mouth and with difficulty swallowed the contents, trying not to choke.
Once done he let her take it back, his arms dropping to his sides as his eyes closed again, body relaxed and breathing easing off, almost asleep.
The child flicked her wrist and the bottle vanished into thin air, only to be replaced seconds later by another full bottle which she put back before handing over another two, which were also banished and replaced.
The male snorted tiredly "at least it seems Snivel...." he stopped himself and sighed, just as the child furrowed her brow and looked about to argue-or tell him off "...sorry, habit, at least it looks like the dungeon bat is safe and well."
"Uncle Sev, Uncle Remi!" she admonished him, childishly. "I know, I know" he sighed "what happened? Do you remember anything, Hari?"
Hari? His lifemate's name was Hari? Or was that a-what did humans call it?-nick name? It was beautiful anyway, just like her. It meant sea or ocean in Chinese, and the Sanskrit translation was a baby name meaning 'Lion' if he remembered correctly.
"The scary bad man hurt me. You got scared and angry, so Moony came out to help you keep him away from us. Then the other man came and stopped him. And then Moony went to sleep again and so did you."
There was so much of a child in those words, a sign of her age. Calling the vampire a 'scary bad man', describing the way the man lost consciousness as 'falling asleep'. Although calling the creature he had become as 'Moony', was that a name, or something more? Was it possible there was a separate soul inhabiting the man's body instead of it being some sort of product of experiments, a.....mutation? It was entirely possible that if he had any Carpathian blood in him-perhaps from an ancestor-his ability to properly change his form was weakened and his inner 'demon' all Carpathians had took the form of a wolf, meaning that....thing was as close as he could get to a full change to protect his only kin.
But who was this....Uncle Sev? And why did it matter if he was safe, and what was in those bottles he drank from and why was it so important that his lifemate had to wake him up to digest them?
The male’s head rolled to the side to look at her with a frown, but there was already color being restored to his face and skin “What man?”
“Him” she pointed straight at him.
The man’s head rolled back to look towards him, but the minute he saw him he moved, shooting up straight, seizing the girl and pushing her behind him, one arm and hand raising threateningly while those chocolate eyes flashed amber again and he growled out “WHO ARE YOU?!”
The child giggled as she pushed out from behind the male easily and approached him, to his shock and surprise sitting directly in his lap with such trust and joy. She looked at the other man, stunned from his anger and threat by her simple actions and laid one hand gently on his wrist as if to sooth or stop him and that simple action soothed him in a way he had never experienced before. Well, that and her next words “he’s my mate of course Uncle Remi!”
Both males could only look at her in shock, the Uncle’s mouth opening and closing without sound. To further shock them the child leaned up and gave him a peck on the cheek before moving off to curl up with the other, finally enabling the sandy haired male to speak “how? How do you KNOW he’s your mate Hari?”
She looked up at him before curling back up “you know how you and Uncle Sev told me my mommy and daddy knew they were meant to be together? That they felt like they were a part of each other and once they met they couldn’t be away from each other?” When the other man nodded she continued “I felt him, I still do” before she was finally asleep.
The man looked at him and he nodded “I do as well. It is why I moved towards you before I discovered you facing the Vampire.” The male looked startled “vampire? That THING was NOT a vampire, I’ve seen vampires before, that was a monster.”
He saw flashes of a creature in his memory and snorted “THAT is NOT a vampire. Vampires are creatures who have given their souls in return for the thrill of blood, the adrenalin lased blood of a human. They corrupt everything good and pure and live to torture and kill and feel nothing but hate and superiority to all other things in this existence” he looked at the child “they obsess over females with any sort of gift thinking their pure soul will save them, but it is far too late. If HE had of been able to take her from you, he would have raised her as his toy, feeding on her blood, killing his victims in front of her and trying to corrupt her. Once old enough he would have repeatedly raped and tortured her before turning her and she would have become some deranged siren, drinking the blood of children.” When he went to move forward the other man blocked him “what are you doing?”
“She was bitten by it, the vampires have parasites in their blood and saliva, in their claws” he looked at the man “I will have to check you as well.”
The male’s face twisted in disgust and he nodded, but watched carefully as he shed his body and entered his lifemates as pure light. Entering the shoulder wound he burned the parasites away with pure heat before repairing the damage and closing all wounds, no matter how small they were. He then traveled through her body, checking for any damage or abnormality and repairing, cleansing any trace of the contamination. He would NOT allow his lifemate to bare a single trace of that foul being.
He was just about to draw out when something caught his attention, a warmth, a light so bright it was as if the sun lived inside her. Curious despite himself he followed. What he found was a ball of light seated just above her heart, something pure and clean and so strong yet fragile.....It was as if everything she was, everything that made up his lifemate, everything pure, and innocent and strong and weak and, well, everything, was there in front of him.
He knew what this was, a core, a core of magic.
Once, when traveling in London England at least a century ago, he had encountered one of these. It had been an ‘human’ male, laying in a field, burnt and dying. Something inside him had TOLD him he must save this life, perhaps it was Mother Nature, perhaps it was a scrap of humanity he had left, but he had done so, healing the man and giving his a small measure of his blood, linking their minds for the rest of the humans life. It had shocked him when what he saw was a mere human had lived AT LEAST 2 hundred years but for that time he was able to feel a shallow echo of life and feeling through the unknown man. That one act had allowed him a measure of life, no matter how shallow, a reprieve from the torment of his existence.
This core was nearly exactly the same, same place and same size, except much more intense, more powerful. It was so strong, so raw it concerned him as to how he could prevent it overpowering it’s owner. When he reached out with his spirit, encasing the core with his own spirit he felt it, shock filling his soul, this core was too similar to that man’s to be a coincidence, his lifemate was related to that man he once saved! No wonder he was so drawn to saving him, by saving him he had ensured his own lifemate was born at some point in the line!
The similarities were too close to be ignored, he would either have to be her father or grandfather.
He HAD to know.
So he entered his lifemates memories.
Running, running with the uncle. Scared, someone wanted to take her from him, to send her back to THEM. A man helping them, a pale skinned black haired and eyed man with a hooked nose wearing billowing black robes and an seemingly permanent sneer on his face. However whenever he spoke to her, his eyes would soften with a mix of longing and pain, his voice softened. No, he didn't want his lifemate, it was more like she reminded him of someone else, someone he himself had loved.
This Uncle Sev perhaps, the man looked more like his lifemate than the other, although only vaguely.
Going back further when he couldn't find a trace of the man he wanted, or anyone else like him. His soul started to growl like his animal when he found a whale-like man and a horse-faced woman beating and abusing his lifemate, forcing her to be their servant, to do the housework, the cooking, the cleaning, the laundry, beating her whenever they wanted, calling her a freak and if her magic lashed out to protect her it was worse.
They turned his lifemate into a slave! They beat her and starved her for being special! A CHILD! How did she escape? He had to know.
Sorting through the memories he found it. The uncles, they appeared one day, horrified by her emaciated bloodied appearance. They attacked, using their own magic, and while the Uncle Remi....no, Remus apparently who was a childhood friend of her father....escaped with her to another location, the Uncle Sev....Severus and a childhood friend of her mother....'took care' of the humans. Good, by the fire in the black haired man's eyes, the cruel twist of his lips and the low bitter tone, those foul mortals got what they deserved.
When he returned, eyes dark but satisfied, even smug, there was talk while they tended to his lifemate, talk of her being threatened by 'Death Eaters' who wanted to hurt or kill her for 'destroying the Dark Lord', when she was just a child, and 'Lily's sacrifice' protecting her from them. Obviously this Lily was her mother, and the person the black haired other lost from the pain in his eyes when she was mentioned. But he was able to learn SOME of what he needed from this.
The 'Uncle Severus' was once one of these 'Death Eaters', following a man they saw as someone noble. He had convinced them he wanted to protect those humans born able to do magic from those who were jealous of their power and once identified would take those children from their families and give them to proper families of also gifted people to raise properly. As a child also abused for 'being a freak', this had appealed to the fragile young man he had been, as well as a lot of these families of magic, because, due to inbreeding to try and keep the 'family line pure', those same families now had the same problem the Carpathians did, low birth count. If he joined such a group, he could protect others from suffering what he had.
Unfortunately all wasn't what it seemed. Like the vampire who could seduce and control, once you were accepted and joined the 'inner circle' you were trapped. If you tried to leave, the hidden society of magic users dubbed you a Death Eater and you went to prison for the rest of your life. If you tried to leave, the 'Dark Lord' would hunt you down and torture you until you either died or gave in, or killed you himself 'as an example'.
A mark, a curse mark on every members arm connected them to the 'Dark Lord', allowing them to be found by him anywhere and could be used to torture them remotely. And this man bore one, yet he still worked for those who sought to stop him. Despite the threat to himself, he was a spy among those backstabbers and evil people.
This man, despite his foolish actions as a youth, was a true hero, a true warrior, and he felt respect for his daily sacrifice and soul. He bore this dark mark and yet despite the threat to himself being among the evil’s forces he continued to work on the inside for those seeking to stop them.
Then he heard them mention a ‘prophecy’. A prophecy that turned out to be about his lifemate, a prophecy that predicted either her death or her destruction of the evil magic user. A prophecy that lead to the murder of her parents and the Evils disappearance. The scar on her forehead was the only reminder or remainder of that night.
He witnessed a group of people lead by an old bearded man confronting them, eyes twinkling, insisting they send his lifemate back to her ’Uncle and Aunt’ who would care for her, that the ‘blood wards’ was all that would protect her from the Dark Lords forces. When they refused he tried to force them, sending the others against them while he did nothing but watch.
However the black haired man summoned up a shield of energy before he handed off something, telling him in a hard voice to leave, that he would hold them off. Knowing it would be better if he did so, so the man didn’t have to worry about THEM, he took the item and the unconscious child and with one spoken word was gone in a flash of light.
What followed was traveling around the world for close to two years, trying to stay ahead of both the enemy AND the bearded man’s forces, the enemy wanting to kill her for what THEY SAW as the child killing their Lord, and the bearded man’s forces for ‘kidnapping our savior’. He snorted in dirresion. What sort of people allow a child to remain in a mentally and physically abusive situation and at the same time proclaim they were protecting and caring for said child, let alone their ‘savior’?
Two years of running, two years of building back up her health and trying to ‘reprogram’ her of the slavery her so called Uncle and Aunt had forced into her. Two years of trying to bring out the girl-Hari Evans-and remove the ‘Freak’. While her true name was Hari Potter, the uncle decided that to use her father’s name would make her too obvious, so he settled on her mothers name. The uncle himself took the name Remi instead of Remus and instead of Lupin decided on Black, part because it was a common last name and second because it was the last name of another childhood friend, a man wrongly in prison for being responsible for the murder of her parents by the Dark Lord. However there was nothing they could do to free him.
He grimaced, their people valued their children as the blessings they were, every Carpathian warrior was equal and needed for both the species to continue and protection. His eyes narrowed when he learned that not only was this imprisoned man a close childhood friend, but his lifemate’s ‘Godfather’ to boot. If he hadn’t been locked away-without a trial-it would have been HIM raising his lifemate and not those foul excuses for human!!
This COULD NOT stand!! While the Carpathians normally wouldn’t interfere in other societies, something had to be done, both for the godfather and the Uncle left behind. Once he left his lifemates body and cleansed the other man, he would send this information to Demetri and ask for him to request with the Prince aid in freeing this mortal, as well as finding the current location of the uncle left behind and aiding his escape. A society who expects a mere child to destroy such a monster as this Dark Lord, and then allows her to be abused and worse, defends it, didn’t deserve to be saved.
Before he drew back another image came to him. It would only come to him like this if his lifemate was thinking about it, probably dreaming in her sleep.
A group of men looking down on her, various types of smiles on their faces.
The first was a man with shoulder length medium black hair with a trim mustache and beard and light grey eyes, the features aristocratic. This was a ladies man, but also someone who, when he let others into his heart, dedicated himself whole to his friends happiness and well-being. The smile was delighted as well as warm and cheeky. THIS man would obviously be the fun-loving friend and Uncle.
The second was the man Remi-or Remus, scarred even then, his eyes haunted but also soft with affection and love. He would be the heart of the group, the place she went for comfort and calm. His smile was gentle and peaceful.

The third, this man was obviously her father. He had her mass of wild black hair, his cut short around his head, hazel eyes, wearing a pair of rounded glasses and while his lifemates eyes were different, most her facial features obviously came from him, just softened and feminine. HIS smile was also soft but proud as well, a happy parent showing his new daughter off to his best friends.
There came a voice from behind them, a feminine but tired laugh “can I hold my own child guys?” Immediately all three started apologizing and turned to face a figure laying on the bed, pale but happy.
His breath caught. The woman was stunningly beautiful, it was obvious why the both men had fallen for her and where his lifemate inherited hers. She was pale and sweating, laying on the bed with a sheet pulled up to her waist, wearing a hospital gown. Her hair was long and framed her face in an fiery red, her eyes the same green as her daughter. Her smile was loving and gentle and all three instantly reacted to her, gathering around the bed as the male gently moved back to hand her the baby. The woman gave them a motherly stern look before looking down at the baby in her arms “my little Hari.”
The man beamed “you’re naming her after my father.”
She smiled at him before looking back at her child “of course. If that wandering healer hadn’t healed him, you wouldn’t have been born and that would have been the end of the pure-blooded honorable line of Potter. Without the healer we would never have met and my daughter would never have been born.” She looked up at the group and smiled "it also means lion." She looked down at the baby "my little Griffindor."
While the other two males grinned at some sort of shared inner joke, the other male frowned “I just wish that we knew who or what he was. Father said it was because of his gift that he was able to sense his mate, and I was able to sense who you were to me.”
She glared at him “I would never have even given you a second look if you hadn’t promised to leave Severus alone. He was my only friend growing up that Petunia hadn’t driven off. He didn’t care what she said, he liked me for who I was. And you three picked of him!”
The long brown haired man spoke with a snort “he’s a snake, Lil.” She turned her glare at him and its intensity increased “so? It was just school Sirius Orion Black, it doesn’t define who you are or will be.” When he opened his mouth again to protest the sandy haired man did “She’s right, Si, the sorting ceremony only sorts us by where we would fit in, not WHO we really are and what we COULD be. Just because he was in Slytherin it doesn’t mean he was evil. I mean evil people came from all four houses. I mean Merlin was a Slytherin, and look at the good he did.”
The black haired father blinked and spoke “yeah, you’re right. We were bullies in school. We should be ashamed of ourselves. Next time I see Sniv.....I mean Severus, I’m making a formal apology.” The sandy haired man nodded and they looked to the other who looked cranky “why me too?!”
“Because he’s suffered more than you, Sirius” the woman spoke “you were kicked out just because you didn’t want to be dark like your family, you wanted to do good, not dark. While a lot of it was just the rebellious teenager stage, you still have money and a home. James’ family took you in when you left, you always had a home, a place to feel safe. But Sev didn’t have that, never. His father abused him, beat him and his mother for being a ‘freak’. The one place, home, he should feel safe never was. Then he comes to school, excited, he can be free of his father and the abuse, he has somewhere where he can feel safe finally. Only it’s not, at home his father abuses him and at school YOU GUYS abuse him. Is it any wonder he joined the Death Eaters? Besides, Slytherin’s aren’t just Dark families, they are the children of abusive homes. And YOU pick on them.”
The man looked stunned for a second as the sandy haired man spoke “where do YOU think you would have gone, if not for James and his family, Si. You wanted to be just like him so you ended up in Griffindor, with us. But your family is dark. Where would you have gone if things were different?” The other male shook his head, but not in denial of what was said. Finally he sighed heavily “alright, I’ll apologize to him as well.”
There was a sudden shift and a sense of power, of evil and he froze. Did he miss something from the vampire? But no, despite the intensity, THIS presence had the tinge of magic AND humanity. THIS presence wasn’t one of the evil of his kind.
And it was located elsewhere, but somehow a trail existed here. The core seemed to flicker and weaken as he watched. That COULD NOT happen! Whatever was feeding off his lifemate MUST BE STOPPED, MORTAL OR VAMPIRE!
When the core shuddered again his spirit 'walked' around, trying to get a feel for the evil.
Only to find a thin black cord attached to the core that wasn’t there before when he first examined his lifemate. He was confident in his work, he hadn’t missed any trace of the vampire, this was something else, something able to hide it’s presence, even from a Carpathian. It must have hidden somehow while he was cleansing his lifemate and while he was examining the core, bathed in his lifemates power and spirit, the thing thought he was gone and started leeching off her magic again.
But he had it now, the foul taste of it's power, the trail of the cord back to the things hiding place. Hiding his presence by wrapping himself in his lifemates purity and light he sped through her blood, following the thin cord towards the source.
And found it hidden buried deep in the scar tissue of her forehead. A foul presence it was, glowing black, but underneath that he felt it.
A soul piece! Some foul excuse for a mortal had DARED use evil forbidden magic to attach himself to HIS lifemate in an effort to prolong his own existence! THIS WOULD NOT STAND!!! Circling the thing he examined it carefully. It was only a small piece and by the surrounding area it showed it had been there most her life, but wasn’t embedded until she after was a baby, probably a toddler. As she had grown from toddler stage to child it had been able to grow with her by feeding on her magic, however it wasn’t as strong as it COULD be. The one who implanted her had obviously created more because each piece separated from the original soul got smaller and smaller as the original soul lost more and more of itself. This was dangerous magic, because as each part of the soul was lost, the main fragment changed, loosing sanity and even sense of identity.
He frowned. Of course, the Dark Lord. HE had killed his lifemates parents. HE had once claimed that he was going to save children in their society from abuse. Could he....could he had truly meant it but something happened to cause his soul to fragment, leading to the insanity? No matter, he had done too much evil even if all his soul was returned to him and it was fully restored to ‘human condition’ the insanity was complete.
After another full examination he knew he could destroy this thing, however it would be hard on his lifemate and with her Uncle guarding her outside, he may attack in retaliation for a perceived ‘threat’ against his pack. He would need to explain first, on top of that, he still had the man to cleanse. As much as he hated the idea, destroying the soul attached to his lifemate would need to wait, he should also inform others of these events.
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