Harry Potter: A Fan Fiction - Volume 1 Chapter 29 Settling Scores

Viktor walked at the dimly lit hallways of Durmstrang. Someone who is unfamiliar with ghosts will think that these halls are haunted, well technically they are, but wizards don’t fear ghosts as much as the muggles and Viktor isn’t just any wizard anymore.

“Come out.”

Viktor called out to no one in particular, but then the air somewhat blurred and a second year girl appeared in front of him with one of her knees on the floor with her head down looking at the floor, not daring to lift her head. She took something out of her cloak and a cloudy vial with a miniature nebula of a memory appeared. Viktor took the vial without a word or a change in expression and continued to walk forward like nothing happened.

He went straight to his dorm and took a quick hot bath that melted his heart in pure bliss. A warm bath is heavenly after a tiring day after all. He came out and donned a comfy white robe and his favourite muggle flipflops. A warm glass of fresh milk was waiting for him on a bedside table which he quickly downed.

“You can all go to sleep ahead of me.” He said with a wide smile. His dorm mates simply bowed their head and silently went to neverland, none daring to go against his words or question them. If one had discerning eyes he’d be able to tell the mixed emotions of fear and respect in their eyes.

Not caring at all about how others viewed him, (well he did care, he couldn’t sleep in a room with a bunch of strangers now can he?) he took out the vial he received. He removed the stopper from the vial and took out its contents using his wand. The vial then disappeared and freed his left hand. Turning his left hand face down, he placed the tip of his wand carrying the memory at the back of his hand which quickly lit up with silver golden light and absorbed the memory. An outline similar to the Horus’ eye remained in his hand but it soon quickly melted like butter and left no trace behind. Viktor on the other hand remained seated with wide opened un-pupiled grey eyes comparable to that of the dead fish, only a little bit creepier.

It was nothing special really, he just took the concept of a memory sieve and placed the runes in the body, the hand in his case. A normal person would go insane with multiple identity disorder if they used it but to a powerful occlumens like Viktor, its a very handy tool.

Within a certain memory.

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The wolfmen rushed like a golden tide towards a dark castle in the distance, their figures blurred in their sprint due to their astonishing speed, their powerful paws caused the very ground to cave in with each of their steps. Suddenly, a dark mass of cloud rose from the castle and flew down towards the rushing wolfmen. Looking at it closely, the black mass is composed of a whole colony of red eyed ‘shadow bats’, the vampires favorite pets.

When the colony and the pack reached each other, the sharpened wing of the quick bats turned the whole pack filled with cuts. Blood was spilled, ears were sliced, eyes were blinded and all sorts of injuries are inflicted only to be ignored by the fiercely rushing wolfmen.

The wolfmen soon reached the castle gates where they faced a barrage of arrows coated with all sorts of detrimental effects such as poisons, curses and hexes. These arrows however like the colony of bats before them can not pierce the wolfmen’s vitals due to their golden armor and cause enough damage to make them stop.

The traps near the gate served no hindrance for the wolfmen, enchantments broke by the golden glow of their claws, and soon the gates broke down leaving a bare interior filled with self important noble vampires.

“What are these mutts doing in our territory? Kill them all and hang their heads on the gate!”

A vampire is a semi-immortal being. Meaning one wouldn’t normally die unless intended. The normal basis for determining the strength of a vampire is their age. The newborn range from vampires who are below one hundred years in age, old ones are from a hundred years old to three hundred years old. The elders are those who are from four hundred to five hundred in age, ancient ones are eight hundred year old vampires, and lastly the ancestor level rumored to be the age of the very first vampire is two thousand years, no one really knows for sure.

The newborn and old level vampires tried to resist to no avail. Only elder level and ancient level ones can put up a fight whom however are very much outnumbered by equally powerful wolfmen.

All the vampires in this coven are slain and decapitated then burnt mercilessly. Dying the most painful of deaths and more bitter still dying without knowing who they have offended… the reason for their deaths, that is why most of them died with unwilling eyes.

‘Father I have avenged your death, now may your soul rest in peace. Mother I thank you for giving me the opportunity to be who I am. I owe to you my gratitude. May you be happily be reunited in your next life.’