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Cannot Save You Now	By : tigrelilje Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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{Parseltongue}
Chapter 4
Tristan Renard had been walking the world for a long time. He hadn’t thought that he would see anything new that could surprise him. It was rather refreshing to know he was apparently wrong on occasion.
Harry had asked him as soon as they had returned home from their shopping trip about the disappearance of the famous scar that had previously adorned his forehead. Tristan had wondered when, not if, Harry would eventually bring it up. It had surprised him when it had disappeared a few moments after he had felt Harry’s life leave his body but a suspicion had quickly formed in his mind as to the cause.
Because when he had felt Harry’s life leave his body, he had felt a second one leave it as well. At the time, he had thought he had imagined it, but added to the disappearance of the scar, he decided he needed to do a little research before he drew any solid conclusions.
And he had been sure he had just stumbled across a major secret of one of his enemies. After all, almost all humans were enemies of vampires.
He had eventually confirmed his suspicion. Harry had been a living Horcrux to a deranged madman who had been out to kill him. An accidental living Horcrux, no less. It was delightfully horrifying. And the irony of the whole situation had given Tristan a good laugh.
Harry had asked now, and Tristan had no intention of keeping the information from him, but he had sent Harry out to hunt before they began such a potentially volatile conversation. He had noticed that Harry had acted progressively more human the longer they were out in public and mingling with them, which didn’t surprise him.
It also didn’t surprise him that it had caused Harry’s natural aggression and violent urges to build up under the surface the longer he behaved contrary to his vampire nature. This would be a problem for a little while until Harry had become used to interacting with humans on a more regular basis other than Blaise, who was more vampire than human anyway.
So now Tristan was waiting for Harry to return from terrorizing some unlucky individual. It gave him a moment to reflect on his spontaneous decision to create an heir from the battered Boy-Who-Lived. It was a decision he had never really given much serious thought to in the past.
When he had felt Harry’s magic surge from miles away, he knew he had to take advantage of the moment. If he was ever going to create an heir, this seemed to be the perfect opportunity. He needed an exceptionally powerful individual for an heir. Vampires could really only respect power. And Harry’s magic was the strongest he had felt in a long time. More powerful than his own.
He wasn’t worried about Harry trying to usurp his place. Harry would always be loyal to him, it was a side-effect of creating a vampire; they were unwaveringly loyal to their maker.
He almost felt weak for securing himself an heir, though. It was like broadcasting to other vampires that he believed he could be killed; it was a weakness, in a way. He was surprised he hadn’t already had to put down challenges to his leadership.
I need to warn Harry that rogue vampires may try to find him when he’s alone at school, Tristan thought.
Because as cold-hearted and ruthless as Tristan was, he had to admit that he was quite attached to his heir. It was impossible to create another vampire from your own blood and not forge a bond. He had created a weakness for his enemies to exploit where there had never been one before.
Because as undeniably powerful as Harry was, even the strongest of foes could be taken down with stealth.
***
Harry was roaming the seedier streets of Paris, searching for the perfect victim. His skin was tingling from anticipation and he had to physically hold himself back from doing something silly like skipping. He was a predator, not an excitable child.
Suddenly he caught the scent he was looking for; fear. No, this was more like sheer terror and helplessness. Perfect.
He took off quickly in the direction of the lovely aroma slinking from shadow to shadow. A few turns later and Harry found himself in an obscure and almost pitch black, dead end alley. To his eyes, though, everything was crystal clear. There was a young woman cowering in the corner of the alley, pleas for mercy and hysterical sobs falling from her lips onto the deaf ears of the much larger man blocking her escape. Or maybe not deaf ears, because Harry could smell the man’s arousal growing as the young woman became more terrified.
A sadistic smile lit up Harry’s face before he stepped into the alley, already looking forward to playing with his food. He needed to give the woman a chance to escape, though, before he could have any fun.
“Hey!” Harry called as he ran, human speed, toward the couple down the alley. “What d’you think you’re doing? Stop!”
“This is none of your business,” the man snarled after he had whirled around to face Harry. “You better leave, boy, if you know what’s good for you.” He started to turn back around, obviously used to people backing off from him in fear. This was even better than Harry could have hoped for.
“No way!” he retorted. “You better let her go!” He ran forward to punch the man, keeping in mind that his strength had to appear to be that of an average human for now. It had the desired effect of turning his full attention back to Harry and causing him to stumble to the side so the woman could escape. “Run!” Harry yelled as he ducked one of the man’s fists. He wanted nothing to do with the woman; she was already broken, no fun at all. But he wasn’t going to waste perfectly good blood by pointlessly killing her just so he could start his fun sooner. “Now!” he added when she hesitated. She didn’t need to be told again and soon, it was just Harry and his prey left.
Harry’s smile promised pain and suffering as he turned back to the enraged man in front of him.
“You’ll regret that mistake, kid,” he growled as he took a step toward Harry.
“Oh please,” Harry responded in his coldest voice, as he let his vampire side take over completely and his eyes slowing bled to red, “make me pay, show me see your worst,” he finished mockingly.
Harry felt a slight flutter of uncertainty under the man’s rage at the change to his tone of voice before the belligerent anger returned even stronger. Perfect. The dark alley prevented him from seeing what he was truly up against and Harry hoped he could take his time breaking the man.
With a roar of rage, he charged Harry, obviously intent on crushing him to a wall or knocking him over. Harry waited until the last moment before ducking out of the way and twirling so he was behind the man. Having expected to make contact with a body already, the man stumbled and Harry gave him a quick push so he would fall into the wall he had been charging toward. He let out a dark laugh, knowing it would infuriate his quarry. He loved being right.
With the determination that was only seen in someone who had never before been bested, the man picked himself up before charging at Harry again. This time when Harry stepped aside, he stuck out his foot to trip the man. As he was falling, Harry grabbed his wrist and twisted the entire arm behind his back using vampire speed and strength. A satisfying crack of breaking bone echoed in the alley before Harry pushed the man onto the ground, making sure he pushed against the newly broken arm.
“What the fuck?!” the man screamed in agony. Ah, there it was, the first tendrils of fear snaking their way through the anger and making the man’s heart beat just a tad faster. But the anger was still there. The man didn’t believe that the rest of his life would only be for the next few minutes. Harry was ready to give him something to truly fear, though. As much as he liked playing, he was starving.
He darted behind the man, wrapped an arm around his neck, and quickly Apparated them into the middle of a forest that Harry was fond of. He quickly released the soon-to-be-dead man who seemed to be in shock while his brain tried to figure out what had just happened.
The moon was bright in the clearing they had arrived in. Harry slowly walked around the edge of the clearing until he was directly in front of his prey but obscured by shadows.
“W-who are you?” the man asked while trying to control his sobbing. Fear was taking over him now and there was barely any anger left at all. But it wasn’t enough. Harry darted forward, faster than the human eye could see, and quickly broke the other arm before darting back to the shadows. He watched the human scream and writhe in front of him. They were such lovely screams.
As he quieted down a bit, Harry finally stepped out into the light so the man could get his first and last look at him. His eyes were now glowing red, and his fangs had descended to their full length and they caught the moonlight, making them seem even more pronounced.
“Please,” the man began. Yes, Harry thought, I love it when they begin to break and beg. As if they would have given their victims any mercy. They should know better than to expect any such kindness from me. But they’re all the same in the end. Pathetic.
“Please, I b-beg you, whatever you want, I’ll get it. J-just.. don’t hurt me. P-please!” he screamed. He was truly terrified now and it gave Harry a heady rush of power that he had broken a fellow predator. As if a mere human could compare to me, Harry let out a low laugh for his thoughts.
“Anything I want? Anything at all?” Harry mocked as he stalked towards his fallen prey with the grace of a hunting panther. Before the man could respond, Harry grabbed the front of his shirt, hauled the man to his feet and then slammed him into a tree.
“I want you to run,” Harry growled, his voice becoming more feral with each word, his vampire nature knew it was about to taste death and blood and he was quickly losing all semblance of control. “Run, run, as fast as you can,” Harry taunted in a feral, sing-song voice. “And maybe, if you can reach the edge of the forest before I catch you, I’ll let you live.” He pulled the man away from the tree before pushing him away from himself and out of the clearing into the forest. “Tick-tock, time to run!” he roared.
The man moved faster than Harry would have given him credit for; gasping for air as he continued to sob, he ran into the trees as fast as he could, his balance dangerously unsteady without the use of his arms to steady himself. Harry was sure that every step jarred the injuries even more. Fear was such a wonderful motivator, though. He waited for a count of twenty before taking off after his prey.
The smell of the man’s terror was polluting all the air around Harry. This was Harry’s favorite part, it was almost better than sex. It might even be better than the blood. Or maybe it made the blood better.
Especially that moment when his prey knew they couldn’t escape and all the fight drained out of them. It was almost that time.
Harry was right behind his prey and once again wrapped an arm around his throat to stop him from running anymore. The man let out an embarrassingly high pitched squeal before Harry leaned forward to place his lips right next to the human’s ear and whisper, “Not fast enough,” before he sank his fangs into the rapidly pulsing artery right in front of him. He made sure the man felt every bit of life being painful sucked out of him as he died.
Harry let the body fall to the ground when he was done. He had made quite a mess and he was covered in blood. He left the body, trusting that the wild animals would finish cleaning up what he had started. A good hunt always left him jittery.
I know just what I need to calm down, Harry thought with a smile as he disappeared back to his Father’s manor.
***
As Harry walked back into his bedroom after taking a shower, he heard the door to his room open quietly and he looked over to see Blaise entering. Blaise stopped dead when he turned around after closing the door when he caught sight of Harry.
Harry had opted to forego any clothing after his shower. He had dried off completely in the bathroom, leaving only his hair damp, and he hadn’t even bothered to cover himself with a towel. As a result, Harry was fully on display for Blaise’s suddenly hungry gaze. Oh yes, Harry knew just want he needed to calm down.
“Need something, Blaise?” Harry questioned in a seductive purr. He didn’t give Blaise a chance to respond before he darted forward at vampire speed to pin his friend against the door he had just closed a moment before. Harry’s empathy allowed him to feel Blaise’s arousal spike quickly. His friend was suddenly panting for air, his eyes fully dilated from lust and desire.
“Now I do,” he breathed before Harry crashed their mouths together and then they were kissing each other aggressively. Sometimes they liked to go slow and enjoy themselves. But more often than not, they liked their sex with an edge of violence.
Harry slid his hands down to the back of Blaise’s thighs before hiking them up so his friend was forced to wrap his legs around his waist while Harry began to kiss and bite his way down the beautiful throat in front of him. Blaise’s head fell back against the door and he moaned when his erection was pressed tight against Harry’s with the new position.
Harry quickly spun them around and suddenly Blaise found himself on his back on Harry’s bed without any clothes. Which only caused him to let out an even louder moan when their erections were suddenly skin on skin and he could feel Harry’s hands skimming over his body.
Harry rotated his hips slowly, enjoying the teasing friction that wasn’t even close to what he really wanted and watched Blaise begin to lose control. It always happened when Harry didn’t give him time to adjust to any one situation. It was like a sensation overload.
Too impatient to take the time to prepare Blaise properly, Harry simply cast a preparation charm, followed quickly by a lubrication charm. He grabbed Blaise’s hands, which were currently gripping his shoulders hard enough to bruise, and pinned them about his head with one hand. A sudden idea struck Harry so he cast another wandless spell that would prevent Blaise from moving his hands even after Harry released them.
Blaise was desperately trying to rub himself against Harry, whining pitifully. Harry quickly grabbed his hips and pinned them to the bed to prevent further movement. He slowly began placing open-mouthed kisses along Blaise’s neck, sometimes just gently brushing his lips along the skin making Blaise shiver at the delicate touch. He worked his way down to his chest, swiping his tough across a nipple. As he moved across Blaise’s chest, one of his fangs nicked the nipple he had just been torturing. Blaise’s breath hitched and a shiver ran up his body. Harry raised an eyebrow for a moment. So it was going to be like that tonight…
Harry scooted further down the bed until he was settled around Blaise’s hips. He had been filled with impatience before, but he was suddenly more willing to slow things down at the thought of a little harmless torture.
He slowly turned his head to the side, allowing his hair to tickle Blaise’s naked skin and causing him to twitch. Harry bent his head to the inside of Blaise’s thigh and gentle nipped and kissed his way from knee to groin. Blaise was straining against Harry’s spell, trying to get some sort of satisfaction. When Harry reached his cock, he finally gave it a slow lick. Blaise bucked his hips violently and whimpered.
Harry swallowed Blaise quickly and gave one good suck before pulling off again. Blaise screamed with relief before letting out a sob of disappointment. He moved back to the inside of Blaise’s thigh and gentle sank his fangs in despite not needing any more blood. He made sure to use some of this vampire powers to bring pleasure instead of pain.
Blaise’s moan was long and needy when he felt Harry’s fangs. And then he felt two of Harry’s fingers slip into him and teasingly begin thrusting in and out. He was almost embarrassed, but far too desperate for a release to care, that he could feel the pleasure building up quickly in him already.
Harry withdrew his fangs, and fingers, and licked Blaise’s wound to stop the blood flow, drawing a frustrated curse from Blaise this time. He smiled before he trailed bloody kisses up Blaise’s body to suck on his nipple again.
Blaise’s pleasure-filly moan was cut off with a scream when Harry abruptly thrust into him. He waited a short moment before pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in again. And again and again. And then all Blaise could do was let out short gasping moans with each violent thrust. The power Harry put behind each movement was enough that Blaise could feel himself shift a little farther up the bed with each one. Everything was happening so fast, he wasn’t able to adjust and that warm tingling sensation was already starting to take over his body again, announcing his impending orgasm.
Harry’s empathy made sex almost painfully pleasurable. He felt his own pleasure as well as his partner’s. He could tell that Blaise was getting close to finishing. Too close. Harry wasn’t quite ready to stop toying with his lover.
He pulled out of Blaise completely and sat up. Blaise began to protest but he had hardly opened his mouth before Harry released his hands and roughly flipped him onto his stomach, pinning his arms above his head again. Harry used his free hand to pull Blaise’s hips up off the bed before slamming back into him and immediately setting an almost punishing pace.
Blaise screamed before being reduced to barely coherent begging,” Harryyy… please, don’t stop… harder… I’ll kill you… if you stop again. I… I want to feel you everywhere… Oh fuck. Oh please, ahh!” He screamed again when his prostate was grazed and Harry adjusted his angle and began pounding it repeatedly. It was all over. With another scream of Harry’s name, Blaise orgasmed hard while Harry continued to thrust his hips without changing the angle or pace.
As usual, the combination of Blaise’s contracting muscles and the feeling of his orgasm that Harry gained through empathy, Harry was quick to follow his friend into completion. He ducked his head so he could bite Blaise’s shoulder, though not hard enough to break skin this time, in an attempt to muffle his own scream.
When it was over, Harry froze for a moment. Then he slowly pulled out of Blaise and rolled off of him onto his side to take in the dazed expression of his lover. Harry gave him a smug smirk while Blaise attempted, and failed, to deliver a glare for the cocky expression.
“Just what I needed,” Harry sighed in contentment. For a few minutes, they merely basked in their post-orgasmic bliss together.
“Why did you go out to hunt tonight?” Blaise asked suddenly. “Why not just drink from me if we were going to have sex? You ended up doing it anyway.”
Harry smiled slightly. He had noticed that Blaise really liked it when Harry bit him and fed right before his orgasm beganm helping tip him over the edge. Hopefully, Blaise could find himself some biters in the future as well.
“I assumed you didn’t want to die tonight,” Harry replied flippantly. “I was feeling rather sadistic.”
Blaise nodded after a moment as if Harry had provided him with an acceptable excuse for withholding something he enjoyed. Harry just rolled his eyes before pulling Blaise to him and listening to his friend fall asleep.
***
A while later, Harry wandered down to his Father’s study, having left Blaise asleep in his bed. He and his Father still needed to have a discussion before he could consider sleeping.
Harry knocked on the door before entering the study he was sure to find his Father within.
“I could hear you brooding from out in the hallway,” Harry teased as he took a seat across from his Sire in front of the fire. Tristan mock-scowled at him for his lip and Harry laughed.
“Feeling better I see?” Tristan inquired and Harry nodded. “Would you like the answer to your earlier question?”
“Yes,” Harry replied immediately, “considering that you made me work off my frustration earlier, I assume I won’t like what you have to say.”
“Hmm well better safe than sorry,” Tristan began. “When you were raiding my library after you first arrived here, did you ever happen to read any books on soul magic?”
“No,” Harry said slowly, “it’s not a subject I’m familiar with.”
“I’ll just jump right to the point,” Tristan said briskly. “There’s a ritual a wizard can undergo to create an object called a Horcrux. It’s very uncommon knowledge, even amongst the darkest of wizards.”
“And you just happen to know this information?” Harry asked in confusion.
“I was around when the ritual was created. And vampires make it their business to know when wizards experiment with immortality,” Tristan explained. “The Horcrux is the result of some of this experimentation.”
Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously before asking dangerously, “You mean, like how Voldemort is known to have experimented?” Tristan flashed his Son a bright smile for catching on so quick.
“Yes, exactly,” Tristan agreed. “However, creating a Horcrux can potentially have negative effects. The real purpose of a Horcrux is to house a portion of a wizard’s soul after he splits it, usually by murdering someone. As such, the wizard loses a part of themselves, leading to the possibility of insanity, but that should be unlikely.”
“But Voldemort is insane,” Harry stated.
“Yes,” Tristan nodded, “which leads me to believe he did not create only one. Though how many there are, I do not know. This conclusion also tells me how the phenomenon of your scar probably occurred, however. You were accidentally made into a Horcrux when Voldemort attempted to kill you as a child,” Tristan studied Harry’s face as he explained to see how he felt about the revelation. Irritation, but not surprise, was badly hidden in his eyes.
“I believe that because Voldemort created multiple Horcruxes, his soul was so unstable that it was able to split apart without the use of the ritual; which should have been impossible, by the way,” Tristan finished.
“So of course, it would happen to me,” Harry muttered sarcastically.
“Right,” Tristan went on, ignoring Harry’s tone, “and it would also explain why you had that irritating mental link to the man and shared a number of unique characteristics, such as your ability to speak Parseltongue. But on the bright side,” Tristan said cheerfully, “when you died to become a vampire, so did that soul piece, meaning the Dark Lord has permanently lost a part of himself. I would also like to impress upon you the hilarity of the idea that by attempting to kill you, the Dark Lord was inadvertently trying to kill part of himself as well.”
“You would find that amusing,” Harry shook his head with exasperated amusement, because it was morbidly funny. It would have been funnier if it hadn’t involved him, though.
“Wait,” Harry said suddenly, “if I was able to speak Parseltongue due to the presence of the soul piece, why am I still able to now that it’s gone?”
“This I can only speculate about,” Tristan began slowly, “since, you know, I’ve only had so many living Horcruxes over the years to study and all.” Harry scowled at his Father for his inappropriate humor for a moment. “But I have two theories. One, you were able to speak it when you died, and your body is now, more or less, frozen in the exact same state it was in when you died so the Parseltongue wasn’t able to fade away over time. Or, your brain developed the connections necessary throughout your life so you eventually didn’t need the soul piece at all and became a Parselmouth in your own right.”
Harry pondered that for a moment but in the end, it didn’t really matter. He was still a Parselmouth, now and forever it seemed. Harry was about to bid his Father goodnight when another question came to his mind that had bothered him earlier in the day.
“Father?” Harry asked and waited for a nod to continue. “One more thing; why does anger feel so much more real to me than any other emotion? And why do I need you, apparently, to help me control it?”
“Remember what I said a moment ago about your body being frozen in the state in which you died?” Tristan asked. Harry nodded. “Well, I felt your emotions when I was turning you. Your anger, rage, hate… and desire for revenge were so strong that they imprinted themselves upon your immortal self. They won’t control you, but they will definitely be hard for you to deal with for a while. And they are probably driving you now.”
Harry couldn’t deny that, and he was annoyed that he was permanently pissed off, apparently. He didn’t want to react in anger so easily, as he did so often when he was alive. That had never gotten him anywhere before, except in trouble.
He would have to work harder from now on to keep a level head and stay emotionally turned off in potentially volatile situations. His desire for revenge was driving him now, but Harry hoped it would not always do so. Otherwise, once he had finished carrying out his revenge, what would he have to live for?
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