Chapter 1: Hidden Desires
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling nor do I claim to own these characters. Myself and Seagoddess are only using these
for our amusements.
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Chapter 1 by: looneylupin
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The room was cold and empty except for the sixteen year old wizard lying on his bed. Harry Potter was lonely, he had never felt so much pain in his life before. It wasn't physical pain, it was purely emotional. Sure the constant twinges from his scar were annoying but nothing compared to the loss he felt. His godfather was gone and it was his fault.
He had spent the entire summer inside of his house. A house he hated but still had to call home. He refused to speak to anyone and lied in every letter he received. He knew that people were worried about him, but how could they understand what he was going through; he was a murderer. The early morning air flowed through the window as Harry stood to look out. For many nights he had felt someone's eyes on him but he had yet to spot them. He knew it was an order member.
The constant nagging coming from his aunt to make himself useful annoyed him greatly, but not more than the constant stares he received from his uncle. They had understood the warning they received at Kings Cross Station when they picked him up but nothing could stop the amount of hatred they held for him.
The moonlight streaming through the window gleamed off an object lying on his desk. Abandoning the window he made his way over to the object and picked it up. A knife, a kitchen knife. He had nicked it from the dishwasher one day while his aunt was outside spying on the law abiding neighbors. Ever since he has thought over and over why he took it, was it just a spur of the moment thing or could his conscious be telling him something? The moonlight danced across the blade as he turned it in his hands. He ran his finger slowly across the tip letting it slash him, immediately his stuck his finger to his mouth and tasted the metallic fluid.
He didn't mind the taste, most people did the exact same thing. It wasn't the blood he was noticing but the pain from the cut. It blocked out everything he was feeling at that exact moment and his entire body focused on the cut. He immediately realized why he had hidden the blade in his room for weeks. Harry sat down on the side of his bed and traced a line down his forearm with the knife letting the blood trickle to the floor. He did the same with the other arm and laid back on his bed hanging his arms to the side. He had cut deep enough to block the emotional pain, but he didn't realize he had cut deep enough to kill himself.
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The night was beckoning her but she had to stay put. The old man had warned her that if she left her post again that he would kill her himself. She always wondered why people were afraid of him, that was until she faced the wrath herself. Doesn't the old man understand that she cannot stay in one place hidden when she needs to feed, did he want her to starve? Well she wouldn't starve she knew, she could easily grab a couple rats from the sewers as her dinner and that would be it. Only she hated Rats.
The moon was high which meant it was around 2am and the boy was still awake. She had been on guard for a week straight. She was sure it was some kind of discrimination against her kind but she could hardly make a case for it. She was one of the only ones who has sided with Dumbledore. Just because she was considered a creature of the night and just happened to drink blood didn't make her a bad person. OK sure she had killed a few... hundred people in her life but what was she suppose to do?
Looking up to the two story house she saw the boy looking out the window, she thought he had seen her the night before and refused to remove herself from the shadows again the rest of the night. She didn't really care that much about the boy and the order had refused to tell her why she was suppose to be watching him. All she knew was that she was suppose to keep him out of danger. What was he going to do inside the house, bore himself to death?
She had spent the entire summer trying to find more vampires to see that Albus Dumbledore had the right idea, most of the time she was sent away with cuts and bite marks. They refused to help a wizard, the kind who had shunned them for centuries. Still she sided with the old man, there was something about him that she trusted. Maybe it was the twinkle in his eyes.
Thinking back to the way she was approached she would have never thought she would be in this spot at this time. In a muggle pub somewhere in downtown London she was hunting. Of course she had to find a new spot every night or people would begin to notice. This night was different though, she was flirting with the local drunk, sure she could take him down some abandoned alley and then suck his blood till he was dry. He didn't know that though, still he flirted with her. He would lay is hand on her thigh as she pretended to be interested in some joke he thought was amusing, the only thing she could see was the pulsing in his jugular. Then from no where someone tapped her on the shoulder and asked to speak with her outside.
She was sure the man was an escapee from the insane asylum a few blocks away but after she took a better look at him she recognized him as none other than a werewolf. He had a lot of nerve approaching her in public when she was about to kill. He put up a good argument with her and in the end convinced her of what needed to be done. As a peace offering he gave her a pint of blood he conjured from the local blood bank, they would never miss it. As she sank her teeth into the bag and drank the rare blood type she was sealed, which she knew was what he wanted. Now she was here. In this boring street with a bunch of muggles that led boring lives and taught their children to lead boring lives as well.
Supposedly she had one of the most important jobs in the order. "Anathiel.." Remus said. That's the
werewolf. "You have to keep a close eye on this boy he is vital to everything that is going on in this
war."
"Sure," she mumbled. How important could a 16 year old boy be?
As she walked back and forth between houses 3 and 4 she caught a whiff of blood. Thinking that it was just an injured animal she ignored it. The longer she waited the more prominent the smell was. She was sure it was coming from the boys open window.
"Bloody hell.." she muttered as she slowly made her way into his bedroom.
She found something she had not expected to see. The boy that she was suppose to be guarding was lying there bleeding to death. Her hunger took over and before she realized it, she was kneeling on the floor beside the boys arm drinking what little amount of blood he had left.
After she stood and realized what she had done she knew there was only one thing left. She couldn't take him to St. Mungo's, they would never make it in time and the boy would die. What would the crazy old man say to her then?
Acting on pure instinct the young vampire slashed her own wrist and stuck it to the boys mouth. She watched as the blood flowed into his mouth and his eyes shot open. He clamped down on her arm and sucked with all the power he had.
`Shit, that's enough!" she whispered.
Wrenching her arm away from him she watched as he fell backwards onto the bed and began convulsing wildly. She knew what was happening to him, it had only been thirty years since it happened to her. A vampire's life is a long and lonely one and she knew she had damned him to one now but what was her choice. She had three days left in the week before she was to guard him when he left for the order head quarters but instead she had killed him and made him a vampire, she was sure to get in trouble.
"What, is happening?" she heard him mutter. The first words he had ever spoken to her.
"Your body is dying, it will be over soon."
She sat on the bed and tried to hold him down. It only lasted a moment but the effect on the surroundings could be dangerous. He stopped moving and sat up. She saw that his eyes were a brilliant shade of green and she was sure they were beautiful before. His clothes were torn from the episode and his body was pale but well defined now, a benefit of being un-dead. His messy hair was wet with perspiration and she leaned over to wipe his brow. He grabbed her wrist and pulled it to his mouth and bit down.
"Hey now, I only have so much." she whined as she jerked her wrist away.
She watched as the boy licked the blood from the corners of his mouth and stared at her. "I want some more."
He said.
"Yes well we will get some more but first we need to do a few things. What's your name by the way?" she
asked nonchalantly.
"Harry, what's yours?" He whispered as he got up to pack his things.
"Anathiel, I was suppose to be protecting you."
"Nice job." he replied sarcastically.
"Smart ass." she muttered back at him as she helped him pack.
After he was packed and had everything ready to go she stopped him. "There are a few things you need to know. Number one, we can go in sunlight but it really irritates our skin and if we are out in it too long we can burn. Number 2 garlic is a myth and doesn't bother us. Number three you have to feed everyday or you will not be strong enough. Now speaking of strength you have a little more now and you are faster. Also you can fly a little way but not very far. It takes a lot out of you. Ready to go now?"
Harry stared at her for moment before she jumped from his window and flew on. She watched as he mounted his broom and followed her. She knew where to take him but what would they say to her?
It wasn't long before the familiar lights shown below them and Anathiel waved for Harry to land. She saw that he knew at once where they were and was apprehensive about going in. Concentrating on what she had only learned a few weeks ago the house between number 11 and 13 appeared before her eyes.
As she stepped into the entrance hall she was greeted by the werewolf.
"Do you ever sleep?" she asked him.
"Not when it is almost the full moon, why are you back so early?" he asked her.
"Well you see there was a bit of a problem with the boy-"
"Is he ok?" He asked suddenly.
"In a sense..." She waved for Harry to come in and sit his things down.
When Remus saw him he knew exactly what had happened and what Harry was.
"Hello professor." Harry said politely
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Harry had never been more terrified in his life. Here he was facing his professor and he was now a vampire, he had a
sudden thirst for life literally and noticed how nice his old professor's neck looked. Mentally cursing himself he
looked away and at Anathiel, she seemed as terrified as Harry felt.
"I don't know what to say... how did this happen?" Remus finally blurted out.
Harry was spared the details as Anathiel went into a long rant about having to watch him for a week straight and then finding him with his wrists slashed. He saw the sympathetic looks he received from his former professor and they only angered him. When the vampire finally finished her story Harry was tired and knew he needed to sleep. Excusing himself he made his way up to his bedroom he shared with Ron.
When he got upstairs he saw the Weasley's and Hermione were already packed and ready to go to Hogwarts at the end of the week. He was suppose to join them at the Order the day before they left and now he had to spend three days locked inside this house with people he knew where going to be terrified of him if they found out what he was.
Harry slowly crept into the bedroom where Ron was lying with his head thrown back and mouth wide open snoring. Harry silently laughed at his best friend as he crawled into bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.
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"How could you?" Remus yelled at her for the fourth time that night. "He is just a 16 year old boy, he didn't want this!"
"Neither did I, but I learned to live with it. Would you rather him died, because that was what was going to happen if I didn't turn him?" Anathiel yelled back.
Albus Dumbledore had been called and was now sitting with them as well as Arthur and Molly Weasley. Severus Snape sat at the end of the table smirking.
"Please just don't blame him, he didn't ask for it!" Anathiel whispered "He was trying to kill himself.."
Molly Weasley's hand flew to her mouth in shock and Dumbledore leaned forward as if trying to listen closer.
"What's done is done Remus, all we can do now is help him adjust to the changes." The old man spoke softly.
"Don't you understand, Sirius trusted me to watch Harry after he was gone and Lily and James trusted him. We let them down, Harry is a vampire and it's my fault." Remus complained. `He doesn't deserve to go through the discrimination that I have."
"He will survive Lupin, I have done quite well." Snape voiced.
"Yes well you were always a creature of the night even before you were changed." Remus told him.
"Be that as it may, I see no reason to give Potter any more special attention. Just because he is a little
different now doesn't change anything." Severus told them all.
"Severus, there are things you do not know about Harry, none of you know. He is very important to this war Vital in fact. If Harry does not survive then we are all doomed." Albus spoke with wisdom as he went on to explain to them the contents of the prophecy.
The affect the words of the prophecy had on the room were instant. Molly Weasley tried to hide her tears and Remus just sat dumbfounded. No one could understand why it had to be Harry.
"Now you see why he is so important and he is more than a little different. Harry's power is his ability to love, something Voldemore has never had. Only with this power will he defeat him, vampire or not. I am telling you all now that this is not to leave this room. No one else is to know about what Harry has become unless he feels that they should know." Dumbledore told them. "Now if you will all excuse me I need to go to bed at least for a few hours."
Anathiel sat and stared at the seat where Albus Dumbledore had just been sitting. She hated the way he could vanish from thin air and reappear without a sound. She was surprised that he had not berated her for what happened with Harry but she was sure he was waiting for a time when they could be alone.
Slowly she made her way out of the headquarters to find some blood for herself and for Harry. If she wasn't mistaken he would be very hungry when morning came round and she needed to make sure he didn't attack any of his friends. That is unless he decides to attack her first.
Making her way down the abandoned street she saw a woman leading a man down an empty alleyway for what seemed like cheap sex. Prostitutes weren't the best tasting but when you are hungry enough you will take what you can get. Following the unsuspecting couple silently she prepared a flask to fill with blood to take back to the boy, she hoped it would be a peace offering for her destroying his life. Knowing that it would never make up for what she had taken away from him she knew it was a start.
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A/N: Also I know that Snape is not really vampire I just made him one for my own amusement. Alright tell us what you
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