I updated A Brief History of Not-Bob to include the troll we had back in June.
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TITLE: Harry Potter the Son of the Half Vampire
PERPETRATOR: FireChildSlytherin5
SUE-O-METER: 
(bad)
FULL NAME: Harry Potter aka Harry Snape
SPECIES: one-quarter vampire?
HAIR: "long, straight black hair that passed his shoulders"
EYES: "piercing green eyes that matched his mother's eyes perfectly"
MARKINGS: "a tall youth close to 6 feet in height", "smooth, unnatural pale skin, dark red lips".
POSSESSIONS: a "hot pink" lamp, a fancy room in the castle in the "Lands of the Necromancers".
ORIGIN: Lily Potter and her first husband, a mysterious half-vampire, ex Death Eater. I bet it's Snape. Lily lied to James Potter, her new husband, in telling him that Harry is his. She performs an ancient spell on Harry so he looks like James. On his fifteenth birthday, he receives a letter from Lily telling him the truth.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: James Potter is not his father, and is, in fact, his second cousin. Remus and Snape know the truth about Harry's parentage. Harry writes Remus a little letter, and upon receiving it Remus Floos to "Snape Castle, Romania". Snape reveals that he is Harry's uncle, and that his brother, Ajit, fathered Harry. When Snape and Remus go to get Harry from the Dursleys they discover that Voldemort is attacking 4 Privet Drive at the same moment. Petunia is kidnapped and we learn that Dudley is a wizard, as well. Remus brings them to the "Lands of the Necromancers", to save her. The plot is all over the place.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Great dueling skills. He is going to have another transformation, probably into his true vampire form.
NOTES: Harry's physical description makes him sound like Michael Jackson. Y/N?
SAMPLE:
Harry Potter and Dudley Dursley followed Mikhael down the marble hallway. They walk in silence; both he and Dudley didn’t know where they were heading. Harry looked at the small creature before him, noticing how different Mikhael was from Lloyanda and Soul-Taker. Mikhael wasn’t as tall as them, but shorter, about five feet in height. He had long dark hair that was in a mullet hair-cut style, dark predator like eyes and very paled skin. He, like Soul-Taker, wore a steel armour, but in a different style. The armour was dark in colour, razor sharp points on the arms and legs, and skulls covered every inch of the armour.
As they went further down the hallway, almost at the heart of the castle itself, they saw other necromancers who eyed them in a wonder. It wasn’t everyday that they see a wizard and a Sorcerer. Harry looked closely at each necromancer. The necromancers were in different from one and other, in different hair colours and skin tones. As the turn a corner, Harry swore he saw a very dark skinned necromancer who had the same coloured eyes as Voldemort’s…. And what that a girl’s giggle?
Harry turned his head. There was young teenaged woman, smiling at him. She was tall, thin, with long dark red hair with boned beads running down her back. She wasn't wearing any armour, Harry could see, but a thin, flowing almost see-through gown, making it impossible not to stare at her perfectly shaped body. She had a thin shaped scar running down her left eye, but it was black in colour. She waved at him, turned and walked away.
'Who was that girl?' Harry asked himself.
“This is your room.” Mikhael told them, braking Harry from his thoughts, as he opened the heavy woodened doors, revealing a large decorated room with a very large bed, a fireplace in the opposite from the bed and a large window at the opposite side from the door. The room itself reminded Harry like a four-star Muggle hotel, so elegant and everything in the room was so well-designed in both texture and in colour.
Looking around, Harry and Dudley both saw one problem in the room…..
“Where is the other bed?” Harry asked Mikhael nicely.
Mikhael looked at the wizard in a puzzled look. “There is a bed, see.” He told them, not knowing what Harry was talking about. ‘Do wizards sleep on the ground?’ he wondered.
“No,” Harry said. “Where is the other bed?”
“No, there is no other bed. There is only one bed.” Answered Mikhael. “You do not like this bed? Do you want me to look for another bed for your liking?”
“No, no, no! That’s alright. Thank you.” Harry said, mentally kicked himself. He doesn’t want another Dobby mothering him.
“Well, young sires, I will bed you good night. I will come and wake you up at seven for breakfast at the grand hall.” Mikhael said.
“Er, where will the were—Remus be staying at?” Dudley asked the necromancer.
Mikhael looked at Dudley, frowning. “The place where he always stays at when he visits here.”
“No, no, no. I mean, where is the place where he is staying at?”
“Oh! At the Eastern side of the castle.” Mikhael said, grinning.
“And where is that?” Harry asked him.
Mikhael looked at both of the teenagers in shock. ‘Do these Deathlings know anything?’ “At the eastern side of the castle.” He repeated. He cocked his head on one side. “The opposite of West.”
Harry smack himself on the head. “Thank you, Mikhael for your help. Good night.” Mikhael bowed and left.
As the door closed, Dudley turned to Harry, his face as red as a cherry. “What is the wrong with him?! Didn’t he know anything?” he bellowed.
“Dudley, keep your voice down. Before they hear you.”
Dudley glared at his cousin; he walked to the bed and sat down. “Harry—do you think. That mother is alright?” If it wasn’t for Harry’s new improved hearing, Harry wouldn’t hear Dudley whisper.
Harry approached his cousin. ‘So that is was bothering him.’ “To tell you the truth, I do not know, Dudley.” Harry told him.
Dudley sighed. “Where do you think my dad is?”
“Well, Remus did say he is with, and I quote ‘is in the care of the Order of the Blood Dragon for his injuries’ end quote. I am betting that Vernon is safe and being treated.”
Dudley smirked. “I hope those necromancers aren’t doing anything ‘magical’ to freak him out. Too bad I am not there to see that.”
Harry grinned, thinking how Uncle Vernon’s face always turned purple and red each time he heard the word ‘magic’ or any other word that closely relates the magic world.
Harry yawned. “You take the bed; I will sleep on the gro—”
“Harry, the bed is big enough to fit seven people. You will not sleep on the stone floor. That Mikhael guy already thinks we are nuts. Him finding you sleeping on the floor, he will think that is ‘normal’ for wizards to sleep on the ground. We had been here less than a few hours; we don’t need Mikhael to start making false rumors about us.”
Harry grinned. “Dudley, I never thought you cared.”
Dudley rolled his eyes. “I am human you know.” He took off his shirt. “I will sleep on the right, you sleep on the left. ‘Night.” Dudley yawned, getting under the covers on the right side of the bed.
Harry smiled. “Good night Dudley.” Harry too, took off his shirt, and climbing on the left side.
Both Harry and Dudley went to the dreamless sleep.
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