Ascension

"Talking"

"Thoughts"

"Telepathy and Blood view"

Overview and Selene Narration

Chapter one: Learning oneself

"The war had all but ground to a halt in the blink of an eye. Lucian, the most feared and ruthless leader ever to rule the Lycan clan, had finally been killed. The Lycan horde scattered to the wind in a single evening of flame and retribution. Victory, it seemed, was in our grasp, the very birth right of the vampires. Nearly six centuries had passed since that night, yet the ancient feud proved unwilling to follow Lucian to the grave. Though Lycans were fewer in number, the war itself had become more perilous, for the moon no longer held her sway. Older, more powerful Lycans were now able to change at will. The weapons had evolved, but our orders remained the same: Hunt them down and kill them off, one by one. A most successful campaign, perhaps it was too successful. For those like me, a Death Dealer, this signalled the end of an era. Like the weapons of the previous century, we, too, would become obsolete. Pity, because I lived for it...It turned out to be a lie. Lucian survived that night and the Lycian's had massed a larger force in secret than I had anticipated. They effortlessly along with the vampire elder Viktor's regent Kraven massacred fellow ancient Amelia. Before these events, I had heard the Lycan horde and in my haste awakened by father Viktor breaking the chain between the three elders. The third elder was Marcus Corvinus.

In the 1970's I, Selene one of Viktor's chosen fell for a mortal. A man named Michael Corvin a descendant of Alexander Corvinus third son who was mortal compared to his older immortal twin brothers William Corvinus the Lycan Lord and Marcus Corvinus the first Vampire. Michael had first crossed my path after he had been attacked by the Lycans resulting in the deaths of two vampires. Our paths kept on crossing each other and eventually I fell for him, Michael Corvin a Lycan Vampire Hybrid and me a turned vampire. That was the case until we met Alexander Corvinus who gave me his blood and I ascended into a Vampire-Corvinus Hybrid and after five years of running in 1980, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. We named him Arszlan Corvus Corvin. Then a man came, he was old for a mortal with a shining silver beard and an outrageous dress sense. He murmured some words took my baby and vanished. One thing is for certain myself and Michael will not rest until our family is whole once more."

Harry jolted awake in a pool of sweat, pale and clammy. It was the Summer Holidays and he was back with the Dursley's. He had just seen Cedric be murdered by Peter Pettigrew, the man who killed his parents and rendered him an orphan.

Knowing he wasn't going to get any more sleep that day, he got dressed in the oversized baggy shirts and jeans he had inherited from his hideously overweight cousin. Speaking of his cousin, every time he had heard his cousin come home at night or even the early hours of the morning he always seemed to be smelling of something that was similar to tobacco.

"Move it freak." A gruff voice said from behind him. Harry turned around to find himself facing the very person he wanted to see.

"Morning Dudley, I think we need to have a little chat." Harry whispered.

Dudley paled at the icy tone. Harry had been standing up for himself more and more recently. "Fine…in my room."

The room stank. It stank of alcohol, that sweet tobacco and various other things. "Dudley, I know about the drugs you're taking. I'm rusty on the laws but if you're caught with them..."

Dudley suddenly moved with speed that was surprising his large stature and out of nowhere he pulled out a handgun. Harry smirked coldly "I've been having some weird dreams. I need you to get me into London with no questions so I can do some findings out about myself, I can make it worth your while." Harry ran his tongue over his teeth and found that they were noticeably sharper than normal.

Dudley and gestured with the handgun "How do I know you're not going to double cross me and turn me into the police?"

"What do I have to gain? Think about that question and you'll have your answer." With that Harry left the room and headed downstairs to make breakfast.

Vernon and Petunia Dursley entered the kitchen clad in bathrobes as Harry had finished plating up. "So son, anything planned for today?" Asked Uncle Vernon, almost jovially as he dug into the mountain of bacon on his plate.

"I'm planning on grabbing the train into London. Piers is looking at prospective homes for University. I know we're a long way off but Piers is already planning what he wants to do..."

"Nonsense about taking the train. I'll drive you." Bellowed Vernon spraying Dudley and Harry with bits of bacon and spittle.

"I have business in London Uncle. I'd like a lift." Stated Harry, subconsciously grinning at his newfound assertiveness. He would be damned if his Uncle stopped him.

"No..."

"Do you want me to contact my murderous convict of a godfather?"

"Fine...But you'll have to pay."

"Do you take me for a fool? Everything will be sorted out. You have my word."

"How do I know I can trust you not to double cross us?"

"What do I have to gain if I do?"

"Nothing...at this particular moment."

"And since we are at this particular moment we have a bargain."

Fifteen minutes Harry, Vernon, Dudley and Piers had bundled themselves into Vernon's brand new company 4x4. "What do you need to do in London anyway boy?"

"I need to find out exactly what my parents left me...and to prevent myself from being screwed over." Harry replied before closing his eyes and falling asleep for the rest of the car journey.

Harry woke up as Vernon pulled into Charing Cross when Harry jumped out. Thankfully due to the baggy hoody he had on the hood covered his face entirely. Nodding good bye to his Uncle and Cousin he vanished into the broken shop that was the front to the Leaky Cauldron.

Upon stepping through, Harry easily picked out Ron and Hermione. Not interested in introducing himself to them, he made his way to the bar. "...Can't believe Harry is locked up with the Dursley's again."

"I know Hermione. I know. You heard what Dumbledore told us when he was in the hospital. We would get paid to watch out for him, keep out of trouble and have the training of aurors, Dumbledore and McGonagall to assist us." Declared Ron loudly.

Harry winced, as he took a swig of his exploding lemonade. It appeared his two best friends were being paid to look out for him. "RONALD! I can't believe you of all people are willing to throw away four years of friendship for some bags of gold and training. As much as I like the idea of training, I want Harry to know about it. You've seen his temper..."

"Good old Hermione. Always looking out for us both. Seems she values my friendship over training." Harry finished his drink and headed out to the brick wall to enter Diagon Alley.

Unbeknownst to him hidden in the shadows of the pub three, massive well-built men got up and followed. Harry and his persuers entered the bustling shopping market when upon the rooftops wearing hoods and cloaks three Death Dealers were waiting.

"Target, identified...Shit pursued by three Lycans. What do we do?" Asked one of the Death Dealers.

"Nothing...Wait until we have a clear shot on the Lycans."

"I have one...NOW!" Shouted the youngest of the Death Dealers before jumping off the roof, into a side alley. He waited for the wind to change and he moved blending seamlessly into the crowd of bustling witches and wizards.

"Vladamir get back here." Ordered Stephani and Dmitri growled at his reckless siring.

Vladamir didn't reply, he was upon the first Lycan and withdrawing a long silver blade rammed it through the heart of the first Lycan and foolishly covered its mouth.

The Lycan snarled and bit clean through the Death Dealers hand. He flung the hood back exposing the Vampire to the sun. Vladamir screamed as the sun burnt him to cinders, he dissolved to the floor shortly followed by the Lycan.

Then the screaming started Stephani and Dmitri snarled in frustration as they jumped into the crowded frantic streets of screaming witches and wizards intent on killing the other two lycans.

Harry heard the screaming, unperturbed at the cries as his own screams from his nightmares were much more terrifying, moved brusquely towards the majestic white marble building of Gringotts bank. "Morning Master Goblins."

The goblin guards stared in shock as the cloaked teen entered the bank. Young accountant Griphook had bragged that he had been served by a human with manners. They didn't believe him until now. They heard the screams as did the teen who stopped and turned around pulling out his wand.

The teen had one foot on the Gringotts property and one on wizarding property. If he stepped forwards, he would break several treaties, but he stepped back so he was inline with the security goblins and their enchanted pikes ready to defend them.

Harry detected movement and suddenly he was beset upon by a "Werewolf!" He gasped before thrusting his wand and shouted "EVERTE STATUM!" The spell was a gauge spell the more power put in...the more violent the spell.

Lets say Harry had placed a considerable amount power into the spell. The Lycan hit the invisible hurling spell and soon found itself being hurled backwards through the air across the street before crashing into the steps of the ministry of magic with several sharp cracks and snaps.

Harry quickly entered Gringotts nodding to the Goblins and patiently waited in the line to be served. Due to the fight outside the majority of the customers had fled the bank to head home. "Greetings Master Goblin, may your gold flow freely and the day reap a profit." Harry said calmly and bowing slightly. He had been reading up on his history books to gain an idea on how to treat with goblins as an equal.

The goblin dropped the pile of gems and some scattered both sides of the till. Harry scrabbled around and assisted collecting the scattered gems. "Thanks Mr..." The Goblin noticed the scar "Potter. How can Gringotts help you in this most profitable day?"

"I need an inheritance test and too check that my enemies are not helping themselves to what is not theirs or anyone else for that matter." Whispered Harry his eyes glowing.

The goblin smirked coldly "If such information is discovered then what will you do?"

"May they quake in terror of my name and your reach...For I trust you to do what it takes. After any inequalities in the books are sorted then we can begin talk of business ventures."

"BLOODSCANNER!" Shouted the Goblin.

"Take Lord Potter to the chambers."

Harry followed a goblin garbed in red with what he could only guess as master of inheritance department written in gobbledegook.

It didn't take long at all. It was nothing like the evident lies like the Slytherins passed around about finding out about their lineage. It was more slice your hand, pour blood into a bowl and place some on a parchment and wait.

Bloodscanner returned with the results.

Name: Hadrian Charles Potter (false name)
Arszlan Corvus Corvin (True name)
Parents: James Hadrian Potter (adopted father deceased) Lilian Marie Potter nee Evans (adopted mother deceased.)
Selene Corvin (Alive mother)
Michael Corvin (Alive father)
Eve Corvin (Alive little sister)
Inheritance: Potter fortune unknown amount to date but in the hundreds of billions and growing. Peverell items of Resurrection Stone, Cloak of Invisibility and Elder Wand monetary assets have been included in the Potter family.
Corvin family inheritance unvalued due to unknown contents.
Half-Blood
True Immortal
Dormant Vampire and Lycan genetics
Skills and gifts
Tenfold increased senses (increase with age)
Tenfold increased endurance, strength and speed (increase with age)
Wandless magic
Weak elemental manipulation
Natural transfiguration, charms and offensive magic
Adaptive muscle memory
Natural mental shielding
Mental link
Eidetic memory
Sense sharing (Selene, Michael and Eve thing in awakening)
Blocks
75% blocks on magical core
Complete block on wandless magic
95% block on elemental magic
65% block on Natural transfiguration, charms and offensive magic
Block on heightened senses 90%
Block on heightened endurance, strength and speed 90%
80% block on muscle memory
100% block on Natural mental shielding, Mental link, Sense sharing
100% block on Natural mental shielding and Eidetic memory
All blocks were placed by Albus Dumbledore between age 15months and two years. Yearly repaired.

Harry was incensed "Anything else?" He growled that seemed to make his body convulse in anger.

"Yes, Mr. Potter, your adoptive parents have left you a letter."

Dear Harry or Arszlan
As you have probably already realised that you were adopted. For that we are truly sorry for such a thing. We had no idea that Albus Dumbledore would do such a thing to satisfy his own needs.
We don't know exactly who you're birth parents are but what we do know is that they are still alive. Probably searching for you, in the Potter family vault you'll find a sword called Vilagitas or Illumination. It has been in the family since we can remember.

We left you everything we have as a small token of our condolences. We are truly sorry for everything.

Lord James Charles Potter
Lady Lily Marie Evans nee Evans.

"Take the blocks off and then we can talk major business."

"So my name is Arszlan Corvus Corvin, I'm immortal with dormant vampire genes. Kidnapped by Albus Dumbledore from Selene and Michael Corvin and I have younger sister. Rest assured mother, father, little sister we will be reunited."