House of Dark Creatures

Harry wiped the sweat from his forhead as he climbed the cliffs of the Blyde River Canyon in South Africa. He had come to find the last of the legendary Roc. The avian dark creatures had once been the premier magical creatures of Africa until the First Shaman wars of come to a close over 4000 years ago. The winners had claimed the Roc had aided their enemy tribes and used a massive hunt for the creatures to occupy their young warriors after years of battle. It had become a tradition for a boy to hunt a Roc as a proof of manhood. Now all that was left was one tribe high in these mountains.

Harry had left the morning after the ball on an excursion to find Allies. So far the Werewolves had joined for the most part under Erik. All except Fenrir and his pack at least. Armand was pulling the Vampyre Council together behind him as well. The Goblins had of course fallen behind Harry when he had explained what he was doing. Harry had to figure out how to free the House Elves from their magically addicted bondage to the humans and they would side with him. The Anubis of Egypt had joined immediately as their strongholds were being over run by Treasure hunting Curse Breakers working independent of the Goblins and they needed help. Harry still had to travel to the Frozen Northern Tundra in search of a mythical race called the Jotunn, on the way stopping in Norway to talk to the Dwarves. After that he had to try talking with a few other groups. He didn't expect much from most of these secluded solitary groups but he would try anyway.

Harry had even gone to the Veela Covens of France to seek their Mother. It had been an interesting experience as Veela Enclaves are secluded and the only men allowed are the partners of the Enclave Wardens. Most of the Veela in these Enclave were younger Veela that had never seen an unattached male much less fed on one. They stayed in their Covens until the Mother felt they were ready to set out in search of their mates. Needless to say an unattached male walking into the Enclave had all the Veela past their maturity prowling around trying to figure out how to scoop up the easy prey. Harry shivered at the memory of their predatory smiles. He had never understood the tales told of Veela preying on young men. He had always seen his sisters and Fleur, who hadn't grown up secluded waiting for the time they would set out to find their mate. They had always been around men and could have picked one at any time. The horde of Veela that had surrounded Harry however had only seen Wardens mate.

The visit had been interesting to say the least as Inigo Montoya, the Mothers husband had shown the young man around, protecting him from being hunted as they waited for the Mother to appear. Harry had liked the Spaniard, even getting to duel the master swordsman. Harry had lost of course, having never fenced before, but had enjoyed it none the less. The Mother had allied herself with Harry almost immediately as she had already known of the prophecy from her friends the 3 Seers and had actually sent Inigo to judge the young vampire. Inigo had agreed that Harry was both brave and caring, the rest was history. Harry had been agitated the whole trip though as he couldn't help but think of Fleur. He remembered his meeting with the Mother as he wandered the halls the night after their meeting.

FLASHBACK

Harry had taken to walking around the Veela Enclave as his dreams had been of a certain Veela back in England. He walked barefoot and shirtless, in only a pair of sweats through the beautiful glade, enjoying the feeling of the cool wind on his chest and the soft grass under his feet. He felt a pang of sadness at the thought that the Veela would soon be leaving this beautiful forest to take up his banner. For the first time he was upset by the alliance of a group. He knew the Veela were powerful in their own right, master archers trained by Diana the Roman Goddess if rumors were true. However in the midst of a world that hated everything that wasn't human, amongst the slavery and bondage the women had been forced to endure, they had created these sanctuaries for themselves. The most beautiful place Harry had ever seen, so beautiful Harry actually felt saddened that almost no one had ever seen this place, and they were going to give it up to join him in a war he wasn't sure he could win. They would never be able to return here.

Harry got to the edge of a beautiful pond and sank down onto its banks with his head in his hands. He didn't know how he could do it. Already the Death Eaters had learned wards to help protect them from guns. Harry had lost a squad of 10 men the other day because of bad intelligence.

The war was turning against them now and Harry didn't know what to do. He was 14 and he was sending men on missions that could get them killed. People his age were having snowball fights with their friends and he was in charge of making sure men didn't die needlessly, and he was only adding to the stress. Every group of creatures that joined him meant another group of warriors to lead. Another people to protect. How was he supposed to know what these people needed best?

The prophecy had promised him responsibility, but it gave him no assurances. It didn't teach him what he needed to know. It only put more pressure on him. He sat there in despair looking out of the Enclave. He didn't hear the set of footsteps that crept up behind him until the woman spoke.

"You suffer greatly young Vampire." She said causing Harry's head to turn towards her.

Standing not far from him on a stone circle about 10 feet across. She was wearing a white dress that stopped just above her bare feet. Her waist length silver blond hair fell across her shoulder in perfect curls. The color of her skin was a perfect milky white and shone ethereally in the moonlight. Harry bowed his head to the woman, reaching up to find a tear clinging to the end of his nose.

"Mother." Harry said respectfully.

"Why do you cry Harry?" She asked softly.

"I don't know if I can do it." Harry said afraid of admitting weakness to someone that trusted him with her entire race, but unable to stop himself. "I don't know if I can win. I am supposed to win a war against the entire world. I can't fight the Ministry... or Voldemort. He isn't even human."

The Mother laughed at this.

"Neither are you young Vampire." Harry smiled despite himself but it didn't last long.

The Veela Matriarch walked down to the still water of the pond and dipped a silver pitcher with a long thin neck into the clear liquid. She slowly walked over to a stone basin in the center of the circle and poured the water in.

"Will you look into the Mirror?" She asked

Harry was curious "What will I see."

"Even the wisest cannot tell." The Veela answered. "For the Mirror shows many things. Things that were, Things that are, and some things that have not yet come to pass."

Harry walked slowly to the basin, stopping to look at the blond haired woman before looking down into the water. A ripple crossed the water, unprovoked, to reveal a familiar form. Dobby sat on the edge of his bed staring at the wall. The reflection rippled again, this time revealing Erik hugging the twins, their heads on either side of his chest and their hands curled up in his jacket. The next scene made Harry's heart ache. It was Fleur alone in her room, laying on her bed staring at the ceiling. Tear tracks of mascara on her cheeks. It morphed again this time showing his home, the HDC, however it was replaced by a burning version of itself. Hogwarts was next, with figures running across the lawn below it, flames licking the stone walls as it poured out of the windows and roof. An army of dark figures surrounding the chained students they had taken captive. Neville and Su Li, Padma, Luna, Susan Bones and Terry Boot... and Fleur. Harry couldn't tell if the ripples were from the reflection changing or him as tears began to stream down his face, the scenes changing rapidly. Some of the captured students cried out in pain as an orc whipped them, or a Death Eater hit them with a spell. Giants and trolls crashed through the Forbidden forest killing anyone that had made it to the safety of the trees. Giant spiders tore at the bodies of the dead and a Dragon flew towards the castle, shooting a stream of flame through the destroyed roof of the Great Hall before landing on the astronomy tower and roaring into the night.

Harry jerked himself back, falling onto the grass behind him as tears streamed down his face.

"I know what you saw." The Veela said. "For I see it too."

Harry couldn't answer as his heart hammered in his chest and he gasped for air. The mother walked to him, crouching down to put her hand on his shoulder. He looked up to find her gentle grey eyes unafraid.

"We believe in you Harry, or we would not follow you. This war will come whether you choose to fight or not. This glade will burn and its daughters will be slaves. Instead we will throw our lot in with you, give you our bows, to fight by your side, until you emerge victorious or there isn't any of us left."

"But Voldemort has an army. Trolls and undead and giants … an.. and orks. His Death Eaters use the darkest of magic." Harry said dejectedly.

"Then build your armies. You have friends. Goblins and Werewolves, Vampires and Veela. Find your Roc, and your Oni and your fire foxes. Forge an alliance of creatures like none the world has ever seen." She replied.

"I can't lead you. I can't even get things right with a girl, how can I defeat a dark lord or plan a war." Harry said unsure of himself. His companion laughed, the beautiful sound ringing throughout the glade.

"All of us have trouble sometimes. Magic is never wrong though. You are strong Harry Potter. You will do what no one has ever thought possible." She answered. Harry wasn't so sure. He lay his head back on the soft grass and closed his eyes tiredly.

He was surprised to hear the Mother start singing and opened his eyes to find the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. The entire glade forest was alive with the light of the moon. He didn't understand the words, but it calmed him none the less. His eyes drifted shut as he listened to the sound, not the words. Soon another voice joined in, and another. Soon there were no words to the song. The entire glade sang. The trees and the grass, the wind and the water, it all knew the song. It was a song as old as time. The song of life, the song that resonated within every living creatures. Harry drifted into slumber on the grass beside the pond.

FLASHBACK END

When Harry had awoken he had found every Veela in the glade asleep around him. They slept against trees and laid out on the grass. Some slept alone and some held friends and sisters. Children clutched onto mothers and older siblings.

He didn't know what had happened. He didn't know if he had just had a weak moment or if the Veela had cast some sort of ancient spell on him but he hadn't doubted himself again. Indeed his trip across the African continent had been one of determination. He needed not sleep or food as he traveled any way he could. He reached up and grasped the edge of the ledge above himself and pulled up onto the plateau.

The first thing he saw was a pair of bare human feet. He looked up to find them attached to a dark skinned man wearing a loin cloth. The most prominent thing about the man though was the pair of large feathered wings that joined with his body at his shoulder blades. It was then that Harry knew he had found the Roc.

The halls of Hogwarts rang with laughter as students returned from break. Harry thought back to his adventures across the majority of the Eastern Hemisphere. Several of his new allies had required that Harry prove himself. It involved everything from tests of manhood, to cultural rites of passage. The only group that had been easy was the Fire Fox clans of Japan. Apparently the Nuclear bombings of WWII had literally burned out many of their race as they were sensitive to the radiation from the fallout. Harry was just glad he had only had to duel the Head of the Balgruff family. He was sill sore from blocking the vampires huge broadsword. Harry was pulled from his musings as he found his friend Neville standing in front of his door.

"Hey mate. Su was wondering where you were. She needs help with something. I told her I would see if you were in your rooms." Neville said hugging his only male friend.

"Well lets not keep her waiting, I would hate to keep you from your true love." Harry said dramatically earning himself a not so light punch in the arm. The two boys walked off towards the library just in time to miss a hurried Veela appearing at the portrait. It swung open immediately to reveal the short form of one Su Li wearing the Sorting Hat. Fleur stopped and looked at the Asian girl before looking over her shoulder into the room.

"Hey is Harry back. I just wanted to talk to him." Fleur asked nervously.

"No." Su Li said.

"He doesn't want to speak with you right now." The sorting hat finished for her.

"It is really important. I messed up and I need to smooth things out with him." Fleur replied. Both the girl and the hat scoffed.

"Late."

"You should have tried to make up before you got all cuddly with Roger and made Harry almost blow the school to kingdom come." The Hat answered

"Nothing happened with Roger." Fleur said dejectedly.

"You fed."

"You snogged him you slut." Su Li looked up at the hat. "Ok harlot... fucking censorship." The hat amended.

"I needed the energy. I can't just go back to not feeding after Harry. I was in withdrawl. I wanted to find Harry but he was gone and then he hid from me and Roger was so nice and sweet and caring and I decided to hold his hand to try and get SOMETHING but it didn't help and then..." She began rambling in reply.

"And then you fucked him." The hat interrupted. Su Li frowned.

"Ok that was all me." The Hat added.

"Hurt Harry."

"Yes and you hurt the tick." The Hat said frowning. "Wait why is that a bad thing. Are we caring about that now."

"But..."

"He doesn't want to talk."

"Well not to you. I'm sure someone else in this cesspool will blow his stubby little chubby." The hat added.

"I need to talk to Harry." Fleur said tears welling up in her eyes.

"Maybe later. I will talk first." Su Li said finally patting the girl on the shoulder.

"She will talk to him about it. I mean yeah we gotta find out if he is even straight first. I mean come on he is obviously a poof and then all the problems go away cause it doesn't matter... Everybody loses." The hat got confused looks from both girls.

"Be nice." Su Li chided.

"Fuck you and shut that gaping cock hole you call a mouth." The hat said. After a second his face changed. "Oh no... not that... anything but that."

The door shut behind Su Li as the Hats last words drifted through.

"OH DEAR GOD NOT THERE AHHHHHHHHHHH. MAKE IT STOP."

Fleur couldn't help but wonder what had happened before turning around and trying to go find Harry.

Harry and Neville were sitting in the Library when Su Li walked in. Harry spotted the Sorting Hat shivering on her head.

"What is wrong with the hat? Did something happen." Harry asked. The hat threw itself forward so it slid off her head and into Harry's lap.

"NEVER LEAVE ME ALONE AGAIN." It cried into his leg.

"I'm going to take that as a yes." Harry set the Hat back on Su Li's head as Neville looked at it disgustedly.

"I don't know how you guys put up with that thing." Neville said.

"That hat is an acquired taste." Harry said nodding. "And he may be a cock, but he is my cock."

"That is the gayest thing you have ever said. And you cock ring... How is a sorry ass related to my glorious creator. Your the most useless waste of spunk that didn't get in your mommas eye." The hat said.

"Hey Floppy if I shit in you, which house would someone have to be to pull it out." Harry said holding the hat up a face height.

"Hat." Su Li said. The hat cringed and mouthed I will kill you ass Harry passed it over. Su Li put it on her head. "Fleur."

"Oh yeah Mistress wants me to tell you Fleur was looking for your sorry ass." The hat said. Harry rubbed his face in annoyance.

"What did she want?" Harry asked looking from the hat to Su Li.

"Lonely."

"She is sorry for being mad at you and wanted to apologize. She also wants to say she didn't play stuff the sausage with the new guy." The hat translated.

"Oh really. She wants to be friends again. I just spent 2 weeks traveling across the world, seeing and doing things no human has done. One lonely bitchy Veela is not exactly worth my time." Harry scoffed.

"Stupid." Apparently was Su Li's favorite word.

"She is actually sorry. She spent all break looking around the castle for you. Even walked in on the dickless wonder here copping a feel on Ms. Flatchest. Funny as hell but I actually enjoyed watching him try to put the moves on more than a desperate Veela harassing your friends to find you." Su Li squeaked at the mention of Neville putting his hands on her and hid her reddening face. She never saw the fist Harry put up to let his blushing friend bump his knuckles.

"Su Li doesn't mean you have to get back together with her but at least you could talk with her instead of being a monumental ass. This is where you get to be the better man and do what she didn't. Otherwise you have no right to be mad at her." The hat said. Everyone looked at him weird. "Oh come on I can be sensitive. Besides I'm tired of listening to his sorry ass whining. He didn't talk to her either."

"Good hat." Su Li said reaching up and patting the hat. Harry wasn't sure if he was hallucinating on whatever the hat was taking to make it nice or if the hat smiled but he decided he needed to change the subject.

"So I assume you were talking to her while Neville distracted me?" Harry said causing Neville's mouth to flop open.

"How did you know?" Neville asked indignantly.

"Your just to honest for your own good Neville." The hat said exactly what Harry was thinking. "That was actually her."

Everyone looked at Su Li to find her face a light shade of pink. Harry laughed and Neville leaned across to give her a kiss. They were interrupted by the appearance of Padma and Luna.

"Hey guys we were just talking about how to take over the world." Harry said motioning for the two to sit. "So Padma I was going to ask you for ideas with a ritual I need to preform."

"What is the ritual for." She said perking up at her favorite subject.

"Well you know how House elves have to rely on their masters magic." Harry started. Everyone nodded knowing that the conversation was going to get interesting when Harry talked about magic or history. "Well I kind of had to free a friend of mine from his family because he was trying to kill himself rather than have to serve them. I succeeded in allowing him to live without a master but it wasn't pretty. DOBBY"

The House elf appeared about 10 feet up laying parallel to the ground. He squealed as he dropped out of the air onto the table. When he stood up Harry noticed he was still hung over and a little drunk from the night before.

"Dobby you decrepit old elf do you ever do any work." Harry said shaking his head. "Open your coat."

Dobby looked back and forth shiftily holding his coat closed with his hands before throwing it open like a flasher. Harry's friends gasped but not because of the elf's actions. On the left side of his chest where flesh should be was a jade orb the size of a fist. It was covered in runic sequences.

"What is that." Neville gasped.

"That is a magical siphon, it allows magic from the surrounding area to be absorbed into Dobby instead of his needing to bond to someone." Harry answered looking guiltily at the biggest mistake the HDC had ever made. "Do you guys know anything about House Elves."

"Not really. I know they need to bind themselves to humans magic to keep themselves alive." Padma said.

"That is true but the reason if far more complex than you know. Thousands of years ago there was a race called the High Elves. They were the first magic users on earth. Their empire stretched across the world when Humans where still hunters and gatherers. They had magic that we have never even considered possible. However there was a war with an army of Demons that had crossed into our dimension. In this war the Demon King fired a magical weapon of mass destruction. The weapon destroyed the High Elves source of magic, the Sunwell. The Elves were all but defeated and the world was only saved when the humans united and fought, sealing their place as the primary race on earth." Harry said.

"Now the elves didn't know it but they had been so saturated by the pure magic of the Sunwell that they had become dependent on it. Without their source of magic the elves began to go crazy or in most cases die outright. The humans though were growing magically powerful as the elves fell. The elves went to the humans for help and eventually bonded themselves to the humans to feed off their magic. This was fine until the humans started oppressing the elves. After years of bondage you see what they have become. I tried to free Dobby but the magical artifact I was using burned into his chest and surrounded his heart." Harry said with a pained expression. "I'm not proud of how it went but I'm glad my friend isn't dead."

"And I'm glad im your not dead friend." Dobby hiccuped drunkenly before falling off the table and onto the floor.

"So what do you want me to help with?" Padma asked confused.

"Well I am going to create another Sunwell. I think I know how too but I need runes and I am rubbish at them." Harry said rubbing the back of his head.

"I will help in any way I can." Padma assured him. Harry thanked her before throwing a drunk Dobby over his shoulder and taking the inebriated elf back to his room.

Harry dropped Dobby off and grabbed a sandwich from the kitchens, making sure to say hello to all the elves. He decided on eating by the lake. The water was very pretty in the light of the setting sun. However Harry's day was ruined by the one voice he didn't want to hear.

"Arry?" Harry turned to find a distraught Veela standing by the tree they had leaned against so many weeks ago, when she had first kissed him. She ran forward and tried to catch him in a hug, only for him to turn into red mist in her arms. The mist settled back into his solid form sitting on the lowest hanging branch on the tree.

"Is there something you wanted." The vampire asked rudely, inspecting his sandwich before taking a bite.

"I wanted to say I was sorry. I'm So SOO sorry." She said quickly.

"Ok. Sounds good." He said laying back on the branch and finishing his sandwich.

"Could we... be friends?" She said grounding out the word friends.

"Nope." Harry said using his thumb to wipe a bit of escaped mayo on his lip before licking it clean.

"But..." She was cut off as he rolled off the branch, landing in a crouch.

"No BUTS. I realized I made a mistake, and I came to talk to you about it like a mature human being." Harry emphasized the word human, making her flinch. "However as soon as I walk in your making goo goo eyes at the first guy with the stones to talk to you."

"That isn't true. 'e was only a friend." She said looking hurt.

"Yeah friends my ass." Harry scoffed.

"IT IS TRUE." She yelled. "'e was being nice. We did nozing. NOZING. I tried to find you and you hid. Every day I looked for you and every day zat little Asian girl told me zat you weren't ready. When zey announced the ball I waited to talk to you. No one knew if you had a date and I waited down the 'all from your rooms, only for you to come walking out wiz a beautiful girl. I was going to go alone until Roger found me. He was so nice and you looked so comfortable with her. But at the end of ze night he was an asshole. Ze few kisses we shared where Nozing. It didn't feel like anyzing. I just wanted you and you just kept avoiding me."

Harry was wide eyed at the proclamation. "Yeah you tried really hard. I spent most of the ball alone. That girl I was so comfortable with was my SISTER. She spent most of the night with some Bulgarian student. I sat alone and watched you dance with you "Nozing" and you didn't give me even a second glance." Harry said turning to leave.

"Why... so I could 'urt more. You expected me to watch you every second 'oping. You are the most arrogant, self centered, emotionally stunted little boy and I can't even get you out of my FUCKING 'ead, I fell in love wiz you." She yelled. When she was done she was left panting, tears streaming down her face. Harry didn't know what to day about it.

"Your right I am emotionally stunted." Harry answered. "I grew up taking care of other people. I never had time for myself. The one time I took time for myself I fell for the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. I loved every second with her... but I don't have time for you to come to terms with what you are. You have had 17 years and you still expect that you can be human. You can't change who you are Fleur. You can't change the way they look at you and trying to hide it or make up for it won't matter. IF they don't love you for who you are now, why would it matter if they loved a fake version of you."

Fleur stumbled back and fell onto her rear in the snow at his admission.

"I am fighting a dark lord. I have gathered every free creature under my banner in an attempt to make a world where people like you don't need to worry about what you are. I saw things no human has seen. I can't say I'm proud of everything I have done, but I can tell you I am proud of what I am. The time when I can sit in the sun and enjoy the warm breeze is going to be over soon, maybe indefinitely if I don't succeed. I don't have time for myself, because every second I waste is a second closer to the full weight of the responsibilities that come from being who I am. The decisions I make now will affect that and my decision is to not waste my time on an emotion that has brought me more pain in the short time I have felt it, than I have felt in the entirety of my life without it." Harry said with conviction, turning and walking back to the castle.

"WAIT. I don't care what zey zink. I need someone. I never 'ad someone zere for me like you were." Fleur cried.

"I'm sorry Fleur, but its too late to stop now." Harry said quietly before disappearing in a red mist, leaving a crying Veela on the banks of the Black Lake.

Harry stood with Sirius's old friend Remus Lupin and Eric. Remus had gone undercover with the werewolves of Fenrir's pack as soon as the HDC had asked him to. It had taken awhile but the man had gotten in touch with Fenrir and set a meeting with Eric as the leader of the majority of Europes packs.

The night was dark and the group barely saw their target leaving the trees and walking into the open field around a monument similar to Stonehenge with 3 rings rather than 1. Fenrir was certainly a scary mother fucker. Well if you didn't take into account that Eric was even bigger.

"Well I thought we were going to just have the three of us here." Fenrir joked looking at Harry.

"Yes however Mr. Potter here would like to share an opportunity with us as the werewolf nation as it were." Lupin answered bowing his head to his Alpha.

"And why would I take Mr. Potters offer." The man sneered. "Why shouldn't I just tear him apart right here."

"Because if you start to shift I will do the same, and trust me I have been changing of me free will much longer than you." Eric said showing his fangs. Fenrir's face curled into a snarl before he turned to Harry.

"Alright Mr. Potter what are your offers."

"Allegiance. You and your packs join my armies and we promise you a life away from the human world." Harry answered.

"What if I don't want to hide away in the dark places of the world." The werewolf's laughter echoed throughout the field. "I quite like being able to hunt humans. No Mr. Potter I think I will not agree to your terms."

Harry watched his eyes drift up over Harry's shoulder. Harry didn't move though as he felt the Werewolf lunge at him from behind. Harry raised his hand in a fist over his shoulder. A sharp crack broke through the night and the werewolf landed next to harry in a heap with its head torn to shreds. Fenrir looked down surprised.

"Boom. Head shot." Harry said giving Wraith the signal to stand at alert. The red haired elemental lay on the rock slab on the hill above him.

Fenrir looked up and roared. His leap at Harry however was diverted as a fully transformed Eric tackled him, the two rolled down the hill in a tangle of limbs. Another crack alerted Harry to the werwolves flooding out of the trees. With an overhead wave of his hand 10 Veela appeared on the rocks of the Druidic stone structure and began firing their arrows into the horde of lycans. At the same time a dozen squib mercenaries stepped out of the rocks and began firing. Werewolves dropped like rocks under the onslaught.

They were only 20 yards away from Harry when he called the fall back. Eric came bounding up the hill with several of his lieutenants and they followed the mercenaries in. Harry pulled his glock from the small of his back and fired into the oncoming wave as he backed into the ring of stones. He reloaded just as the lycans tried to force their way between the stones.

Harry fired into one stone archway as two werewolves tried to come through at the same time. They were unable to dodge due to the cramped space. Another werewolf tried to come to the right of the archway and Harry pulled his shotgun from his thigh firing both barrels point blank into the creatures eye. He dropped the shotgun and fired several more 9mm bullets into a Werewolf climbing the arch.

The lycans were beginning to get through and Harry called the fall back once more as he unslung his Marushin m1887 from his back. The Veela on the second ring of stones jumped onto the inner ring and Harry watched as a werewolf jumped up at Wraith. She pushed him off with her sniper rifle and pulled a 12 gauge pump shotgun from its place at her side down with her as she dropped to the ground, leaving the rifle in the jaws of her attacker.

Harry fired shell after shell into the attacking werewolves and they kept coming. He gritted his teeth as he felt a pair of claws cleave through his gun and into his chest, leaving three long gashes across his chest. He fired the last of his Glock ammunition. One of the Veela was out of arrows and was fighting the werewolves with her bow like a staff. It didn't take long for her to be pulled down from her place on the stone. Another Veela had lost her bow altogether and was fighting with her curved sword beside Eric. Harry stepped on something and looked down to find one of the squib mercenaries laying on the ground with his intestines stretched across the ground at his feet.

"Fall back." He yelled calling the last of his forces back into the inner ring. He grabbed a staggering Wraith and helped her hobble into the ring as she used her fire powers to burn anyone that came in after them. He set her down with a wounded Veela and grabbed the detonator in his jacket.

As soon as he pushed the button the C4 placed on the outer two rings exploded sending rock particles in all directions and collapsing the stones on several of the werewolves. The pack was momentarily separated by the explosion and several of them died or were wounded. At that exact second though 20 vampires broke cover at the forests edge and charged into the werewolves unprotected back. Harry called for a charge and unsheathed his sword, swinging it into the closest werewolves face. The forces inside the ring pushed back against the wolves trapped inside the explosions.

Wraith had gone full fire elemental now and her eyes and hair burned with red fire as she threw streams of fire through the ranks of lycans. The remaining 4 Veela huddled together, firing at different times to allow their friends to string another arrow. Harry's mercenaries were tossing grenades into the ranks of werewolves before pouring on the fire, shredding everything in their path. Eric and his two remaining packmates took the werewolves on in smaller much more fierce battles. Each of the Lieutenants were fighting 3 enemies at a time but Eric took on up to 7 at a time. His fur shone with blood and his white teeth flashed in the night, stained red. He was covered in enemies, but he never stopped moving. One jumped on his back and Eric threw him over his shoulder and tore out his throat. His claws swung in every direction tearing flesh from the pile of wolves that tried to entrap him.

Harry watched his vampires cut through the surprised werewolves, Armand and Alucard at their head. In the skies above the Roc swooped down to grab pairs of lycans and carry them up into the sky where they would release them, their flailing forms falling onto their brethren.

Harry stabbed his sword into the back of a lycan in front of him and it was ripped from his grasp as the wolf reared up. Harry felt a pair of jaws close over his shoulder from behind and another on his left hip. He flipped the wolf over his shoulder, before stabbing it in the throat with his combat knife. The one on his hip started to let go and he grabbed its top jaw with his right hand and its bottom jaw with his left and pulled its head to the side. With one final tug he threw it down on the ground on its side and him on top of it. He continued to twist and felt the creatures jaw break with a snap. A smile flickered across his face as he grabbed its upper jaw with both hands and straddled it, before tugging back and breaking its neck.

Almost as soon as quickly as the battle had started it was over. Harry looked around as the last of the werewolves fled into the forest. Around him lay the bodies of well over 500 dead and dying lycans. Among those bodies though he could find 10 mercenaries, 4 Veela, 5 of Erics werewolves, a dozen vampires, and one young Roc that had been pulled down from the sky. Not to mention the fact that 2 of the remaining six Veela were wounded along with both werewolves, Lupin, and several vampires. One of the Squib mercenaries looked like he was going to be joining the ranks of their werewolf allies soon as well.

Harry helped picked up Wraith and helped her into the truck that drove up with several Veela Healers in the back. With their wounded being cared for they group picked through the bodies for their supplies and dead. As soon as everything was loaded Harry gave the signal and the Roc began to sprinkle Chinese burning sand over the field before Harry dropped a zippo off the truck as it rumbled down the road into the forest leaving behind a burning mass grave. Harry sat in the back of the truck with his leg hanging over the side as he watched the fire rise up into the night sky.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked back to find Wraith looking at him. He patted her hand and leaned over to kiss her on the forehead before pushing her back down on the makeshift stretcher they had made her.

Several weeks later Harry stood on the wooden platform in the middle of the cold waters of the Black Lake. The Golden egg riddle had been easy seeing as he had a half mer sister. She had translated it for him and even told him that Dumbledore had asked her to return to watch the task. Harry was not surprised to find her nowhere to be seen. It was ironic that Dumbledore would choose to tie up a girl that he didn't know was half-mer underwater. This task was going to be so easy. He noticed the other champions looking queerly at his trench coat and cargo pants combo. Or maybe it was the katana on his back he wasn't sure.

He watched as a pale Fleur stole glances at him. He had to admit she looked good in her swim suit. The feeling started to get to him and he shook it off. The last few days had been strained. Fleur had returned to the group along with Harry but the vampire chose to sit on the far end of the group these days.

The water looked cold and when Harry dipped his foot in he shot back up onto the dock. Of course they hold a water based challenge in February in Scotland. He listened as the commentator went over the rules. As soon as he was done the cannon sounded and the champions jumped into the lake leaving Harry sitting on the edge.

The crowd booed and Harry swore he heard Ron Weasley joke about him being afraid of water. About a minute into the challenge Harry's motorcycle sped past the dock allowing Harry to jump on and grab his helmet. He sped out to the center of the lake and checked to make sure his helmets air filtration runes were working before diving into the water. He sped downwards into the center of the Merpeoples village only to find his sister looking at him angrily, her arms crossed. As soon as he cut her bindings she began to make for the docks while he waited. Krum picked up Hermione not to much later, and then Cedric did the same for Cho. All that was left was Fleurs sister. After several minutes Harry was rewarded with the sight of Fleur swimming into the village.

The engine of his motorcycle revved as he began to drive towards the platform. He stopped as he heard a crack behind him. The ocean floor had opened up to reveal a rather large hole. In that hole though was what scared him, a giant eye. The ground erupted forth to reveal a Sea Monster over 100 yards long. Harry turned around and grabbed a surprised Fleur, pushing her onto the bike. He placed her sister in her lap and strapped her to the bike before flailing his arms. Fleur got the message though and took control of the bike, driving straight up. Harry wrapped his arms around her and held on for dear life as they rocketed to the surface.

They broke the surface and shot straight up into the sky trying to outdistance the Sea Monster behind them. The Sea Monsters head broke the surface just as Harry looked back. He knew there was no chance that they would make it, the bike couldn't carry all of them.

"Fuck." Harry said causing Fleur to look back and see the monster looming behind them. She felt Harry's arms release her midsection and screamed his name as he dropped off the bike. As soon as his weight was gone it flew into the air a safe distance.

Harry turned as he plummeted towards the monsters open mouth. He braced himself and cursed as he felt the full force of the Monsters jump as he crashed into its lower jaw. The sea monster started to fall and Harry grabbed onto its teeth as it shook its head trying to find the tasty morsel that had fallen onto its face. The water rushed up at them and Harry knew that the landing was going to hurt.

The water hit him like concrete, tearing his helmet off his head and forcing a lungful of lake water down his esophagus in an attempt to fill his empty lungs. He held on for dear life as his vision darkened. His vampire healing started fixing what he could but it was going to take a minute.

The monster reared out of the water and began shaking its head trying to dislodge Harry. The vampire clung to its fangs as tightly as he could but eventually he felt his grip loosen. With one last shake the monster flung Harry into the Forbidden Forest. The ground came up fast and Harry felt several ribs break as he skipped off the ground and rolled to a stop. He gasped as his rib reset itself, ripping out of his punctured lung in the process. He coughed up a lung full of blood and climbed to his feet. Stumbling over to where his sword lay he noticed where he was.

The Dragons from the first task couldn't be transported while injured and all the paperwork had taken months to do in the first place. Harry remembered Dumbledore had allowed the dragon handlers to stay in the staff hall until everything was sorted out. That meant the 4 dragons were sitting in their cages watching Harry stumble around. Harry idly noticed that his dragon was almost fully healed and looked at him curiously.

Harry hopped over to the cage, grabbing onto the bars just in time for his knee to reset itself. The pain made him cry out in pain. The dragon leaned forward against the bar and Harry smelled the strongest scent he had ever encountered. In front of his face he saw a gash in the Dragons side oozing fresh blood. Harry couldn't help himself as he leaned forward and gulped greedily from the wound. He pulled away feeling hot as his bones pulled together and his skin knit itself back together. He felt hot like his chest was on fire. His heart beat was so fast he thought it would burst. He looked back at the direction of the lake. Students screams floated over the trees. Harry knew he needed to get back but Fleur had his bike. The dragon behind him snorted and he looked back into its eyes. A smile crept across his face before his preparatory instincts took over.

The students rushed for the boats back to land as the professors guided them and Dumbledore tried to stall the Sea Monsters rampage with the help of the Merpeople. Suddenly they all felt an oppressive aura and heard a roar from the Forbidden Forest. They looked out to find the 4 dragons from the first task flying over the trees with Harry Potter Dracul seated on the Hungarian Horntail.

Harry felt the dragons start to shy away from a water based creature, the direct enemy of their fire base. He poured more power into his Vampiric aura and reasserted his dominance. The three other dragons split off and dive bombed the body portion of the Sea monster. Harry guided the Hungarian Horntail straight for its head though. It veered to the side as it bit at them, slamming its tail into the Sea Monsters face. The monster howled as the Swedish short snout sent a white hot stream of flame at its back and the welsh green tore at its throat with its claws. . It reared back and snapped at the Swedish dragon only to be blinded as the Chinese fireball hit it in the eyes with its name sake form of fire.

The monster flailed its head about and knocked the Chinese dragon into the water, forcing it out of the fight as it swam to land. Harry and the Horntail flew from behind the irate monster and hit it again in the back of the head forcing it down into the water. The dragons circled waiting for the monster to reappear. Harry felt like he had lava in his stomach and the feeling was spreading up his esophagus. He was so distracted he almost missed the Monster lunge from the water. He didn't have time to warn the Welsh green though and the monsters jaws clacked shut on the dragons chest.

The Swedish dragon landed on the monsters head and poured hot fire into its face while it tore at his scales with its claws. The Monster shook its prey causing the Welsh dragon to cry out in agony. The sound cause many of the spectators to cover their ears in pain. Finally the Horntail flew towards its ailing friend and slammed its tail into the monsters nose forcing its jaws open and allowing the Welsh Green to fall out into the water. The blow shook the Swedish dragon off and Harry and the Horntail took off straight into the air with the monster not far behind.

Harry was burning up. He had begun to cough up blood as the Horntail freed its friend. He was feverish and every inch of his skin felt distended and inflamed. His insides burned with molten liquid. He turned and for the second time in less than an hour dropped towards the maw of the sea monster. This time however he wasn't planning to be the one that was hurt. He pulled all the magic he could from his magical core. The onlookers could only see what looked like a speeding meteor fall from the dragons back.

The Sea Monster closed its jaw around its prey only to have the flaming ball expand. Its neck distended before blowing outwards, covering the onlookers in gore. That wasn't their biggest problem as the monster began to fall towards land. It struck not far from the docks causing the whole school to shake.

Fleur was the first one to race over to the corpse followed by the Ravenclaw girls and professors. They found the young Veela cradling the gore covered body of Harry Potter.

"He isn't breazing." Fleur cried out causing Madam Pomfrey to race forward and scan him.

"He has no magic." She announced sadly. "there is nothing we can do."

"No he can't die. HE CAN'T" Fleur cried. The professors backed away to let the students have their moment and talk about things like plans and repercussions.

"I can help him." Fleur said determinedly.

"How." Su Li asked. The Hogwarts Hat didn't need to translate and was quiet for once.

"I can drain energy from 'im... I can give 'im energy." She said.

"He is already dead." Cho said sadly.

"No she is right. Harry is to stubborn to die in." Neville said stepping forward. The girls nodded to each other and Fleur leaned forwards and kissed Harry. After several seconds a white aura surrounded the two. She broke away after a minute panting.

"I need more energy." She said before kissing him once more. The girls all stepped forwards and put their hands on her shoulders. Neville did as well. Everyone watched as Dobby appeared from the shadows.

"Maybe this infernal ball can help him as well." He said opening his jacket and putting his hand on Fleurs back. The Jade ball that kept Dobby alive lit up with energy it drained from the air of Hogwarts itself.

The aura flared even brighter. Fleurs friends stepped forwards as well. The Professors were broken from their conversations as the aura surged upwards into the sky in the shape of an Phoenix. It build higher and higher, its keening song uplifting everyone's spirits.

When the lights died down Fleur pulled away, watching as Harry gasped for air before his breathing settled down as he slept peacefully.

"What just happened." Neville asked looking around confused.

"The Veela are said to be the descendants of Phoenix. I think it is safe to say we might have proved that theory." The Sorting hat said surprising everyone with his lack of curses.

Wow that was a buttfuck of a chapter. The best is yet to come though. Don't think Fleur is just useful when you get cock slapped by a giant rape monster. I might clean this chapter up a bit but after looking at it in Word for 2 weeks I needed to get it up before I could see any problems. I would like to thank SlytherinHermione for all the writing I know he is going to do to help me make this story better.