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Dumbledore's consideration for reforming the Order of the Phoenix was the silence from the Death Eaters. They had been sneaky since Voldemort's defeat in the First Wizarding War and they got sneakier after Harry beheaded Voldemort. Dumbledore worried that something was brewing. Camille's appearance validated his worry.
Harry wouldn't have been surprised by Riddle's action if not for the fact that he had an aid. The aid had helped him regain a body. That was not so surprising. Harry knew the ritual to do that. What bothered Harry was the fact that Riddle heavily relied on this figure. This figure came out of nowhere and suddenly became an integral part of the force.
Quest: Defeat He-Who-Defies!
Reward: Master of Death (Authority)
The quest from Kowalski made him wonder if the figure had anything to do with it. He didn't want to sound conceited, but he was sure Voldemort's fate was decided. For Voldemort to win against him, Voldemort needed divine intervention, which he should never get, unless it was not Heaven helping him. He-Who-Defies doesn't sound like someone Heaven likes now, does it?
He-Who-Defies was a nickname for someone whose identity Harry hadn't figured out yet. Given the development, Harry theorised that Voldemort might be He-Who-Defies. First, Voldemort was doing his best to go against his fate which was to die by Harry's hand. Second, Kowalski never mentioned any quest about killing Voldemort despite Voldemort's great threat. Kowalski might register Voldemort under a different name.
Is that true, Kowalski?
Silence was Harry's answer. A frown marred Harry's face. His blue eyes flickered to Camille, causing the Vampire to flinch. Harry quickly schooled his features and waved his hand dismissively.
"So what do you think?"
"I will never go against Lord Peverell and his House!"
"Good. So what makes you jumpy?"
Camille looked at Harry as if he had grown another head. "My greatest weapon is my charm and my alluring breath that enslaves the mind and compromises the Magic of its target. How should I react when it doesn't work?" Harry shrugged. "Every liquid my body secretes can enslave even someone of Dumbledore's calibre, Lord Peverell. My smell can turn anyone's brain to mush. It doesn't work against you. I am properly aghast."
"Can't you fight?" Harry asked curiously.
"I can, but I haven't survived thus far thanks to my fighting skill," Camille shook her head. "Very few realise they have been bewitched by Vampires when they are nearby. They realise they are dealing with a Vampire when they get their first order, most of the time. Their desire to satisfy the Vampire will horrify them, but they can't do anything about it. They do the Vampire's bidding with relish and disgust."
Vampires are not well-explained in the Harry Potter Universe, so Harry doesn't know much about them. Camille's information made him understand why wizards were rarely seen around Vampires. They hate being controlled by people whom they consider lower than them. Vampires are seen as Magical creatures, so being controlled by them would be akin to a nightmare.
"You seem pretty overpowered. I wonder why you haven't taken over the world," Harry remarked.
"Ah, our power only lasts as long as we are within thirty metres from the target. Some can affect the target farther than that, but it's generally only that far," Camille explained. "We can't use this power to enslave the world. Our target will regain their control as soon as they distance themselves. That is why we use it mainly in combats. We can kill our target more easily using our power."
"How do you ensure your target gets bewitched by your breath in the middle of the battle?"
"Well, that is the tricky part. It's hard to affect your target when alert, so we mostly bewitch them before the battle."
Harry stored that information for future battles. He was only able to guess Camille's identity thanks to Charlus. If Charlus hadn't told him there was likely a female Vampire in the area, Harry might not have suspected Camille to be one. He didn't want to be caught off guard in the future. He would suspect every beautiful woman he met.
"Harry, get away from that thing!"
Harry heard Lily shout before he addressed Camille. He turned around and saw his lovers pointing their wands at Camille. The female Vampire yelped and hid behind Harry's back. Harry raised his hand in a placating manner but still failed to calm them down. He sighed and told them he was not bewitched.
"Lower your pants. We'll decide."
"Is this a joke?"
"Bewitched men will have their penis fully erect," Camille supplied.
"Huh," with a disbelieving sigh, Harry lowered his pants.
"Oh, that's humongous."
Everyone turned to Narcissa, who had just joined them, at her exclamation. Harry's amused gaze turned her red from the neck above; but Lily, Bella, and Fleur's glare made her want to bury herself in the sand. Harry pulled his pants and then motioned for them to come over. His lovers lowered their wands but not their guards.
"The Vampires have been compromised. There is an exodus of Vampires from the US to the UK," Lily informed as she walked closer.
"Source?" Harry quirked an eyebrow.
"Dumbledore has competent people willing to work for his childish ideals. They note the disappearance of Vampire families and their last tracks point to the UK. This is not confirmed because you can't find unregistered Vampires in the UK. Voldemort must have facilitated them with something," Lily explained.
Harry turned his body sideways, facing Camille. The Vampire was frowning. She didn't know anything about the information. Camille wasn't surprised, though. She knew it was bound to happen.
"Voldemort promises us a feast and a freedom to feed on Muggles," Camille intoned. "Many Vampires are tired of pasty and animal blood therefore they favour the proposal. I wish I could tell you how, but I only know that Voldemort will keep us hidden until D-Day."
"Why are you here?" Lily asked coldly.
Camille flinched before carefully answering, "I was looking for the correct course of action. I found out going against my family would give me a better chance at surviving."
"So you tried to bewitch Harry?" Bella sneered, prompting Camille to nod slowly.
"We should burn this wench to a stake," Fleur spat.
"N- No fire, please..." Camille pleaded.
"Calm down," Harry intoned. "I assume Dumbledore sent you a different letter…or an additional letter I didn't get."
"He is asking us to return tomorrow," Lily confirmed.
"No chance."
Harry scoffed at the request. Everyone also agreed not to ruin their holiday because of Dumbledore. For the next two days, they kept enjoying their holiday with Camille much to the women's chagrin. The Vampire decided to stick around as she thought Harry and co. were a fun bunch. Camille liked to tease Draco and Charlus who got on edge whenever she was nearby. She wouldn't do that when Lily or Narcissa was nearby, though. At least, not without Harry on her side.
Everything is good when you ignore the annoying hustle and bustle of the world. Harry rented an entire floor of a bar to celebrate his birthday. Lily and Narcissa were even benevolent enough to let Draco and Charlus drink. He invited the acquaintances they made during their stay in Hawaii. The atmosphere was enjoyable. It was not loud but bustling. The night couldn't get anything better.
"My strategy to survive the war is to force you to swear a Magical Oath not to kill me. That way, I can pretend to help the Dark Lord and be safe even after he is defeated. But you are strong. I see it is more beneficial to side with you. I might have to fight, but I am sure of the victory," Camille drawled drunkenly. "But now I just want you! Do you think there is a spot for me?"
Harry looked at Camille in amusement as she pushed her sizeable breasts. They were a cup bigger than his lover's, so it was a tantalising scene. Harry smiled faintly as he gulped his liquor. He would have indulged in the fun if he hadn't had three devoted women on his side. He couldn't just sleep around even if he knew they would forgive him.
They equally hate Camille. She somehow can evoke their insecurities, making them think I would forget about them in favour of her.
Harry assessed the situation correctly. His enhanced analysis prowess made him understand his lovers better. Harry knew his lovers were hurting even if they had decided to share. He knew how much they were willing to sacrifice, so he didn't want to spit on their sacrifice.
"Harry," Fleur's tense call made Harry whip his head to her.
"Fleur," Harry greeted her with a small smile. "What's the matter?"
"Voldemort attacked Azkaban. He conquered the Dementors and freed all notorious criminals in Azkaban," Lily said as she walked past Fleur.
Harry's eyes sank calmly. Any hint of intoxication disappeared from his face as his Magic burned the alcohol in his system. Camille also sobered up. The Magicals in the room gathered up and quieted down. Their guests remained unaware of the tension thanks to the charm Harry cast.
"On my eighteenth birthday?" Harry smiled wryly. "We are going home, aren't we?"
It was rhetorical.