Setting: Takes place after the students leave Hogwarts. Harry is in his second year of university studying ot become an auror. He tries very hard to work for his things instead of accepting whatever others might give in exchange for having 'saved the world' . He works as an editor for a magazine in the muggle side of a gate, much like The Leaky Cauldron. This gateway is called Cafe Lune and is sought over by Weres, or shapeshifters.

The story takes place around these dreams that Harry starts having, in which he is caught between reality and imagery, blurring the line between them and making them near imposible to separate. In an attempt to confirm whether what he is seiing and feeling is real or not, his friend gives him a magical diary in which to record his dreams and hopefully bring him closer to discoveing the identity of the person that keeps taking over his dreams...

-Prologue-

+First black out:

March 7 2009

He walked alone, the city lights faded as his vision focused on things that only existed in his mind. A shuffle, an inhaled breath...steps rushing behind him tapping away at the pavement and then...

Nothing.

Slowly, as if floating to the surface of a very deep pool he regained consciousness. He breathed in smells that were strange to him, and everything was just too dark. No matter how hard he pushed, his eyes would not open. He shut them even tighter and tried to rub them open. It was then he realized he could not move his hands. Frowning in confusion he squirmed, realizing he was lying on his back, his hands at the sides of his head...bound tightly. His eyes were covered by some cloth, his back hurting against a hard surface. He tapped into his aura and let it seep out of his being, searching for anything around him that felt familiar.

His aura only expanded a few feet, revealing a hard, elaborate marble table beneath him and nothing more. No matter how much he forced it his aura would go no further, as if smothered by some great pressure it quickly dissolved the farther he tried to push it, it was then his bindings tightened. Wrenching his wrists and causing an illicit cry to tear from his lips. He felt his aura slowly suppressed into his body and he tensed, arching his body upward, pushing himself off the table surface with his legs. He twisted his body in the air, desperately trying to find a way to change his position...when he felt an outburst of warmth upon his cheek.

The shock didn't let him feel the pain until moments later and when it did come it was terrible and jarred him to the bone. Someone had just hit him, whether with a fist or an object, it did not matter, it was incredibly painful and before he struggled anymore the binds began to wrap themselves around his forearms, pulling him down into submission. In those brief minutes of struggle he'd worked up a sweat and his hair was sticking to the back of his neck and parts of his forehead.

Panting through his teeth, clenched in quiet anger, he tried to calm down enough to focus. He'd be able to cut the bindings and then confront his attacker if he gathered his wits.

-Don't even try... they are unbreakable...-

A voice spoke in his mind through occlumency...he had not noticed the presence before this...impossible. He stood still and pushed everything away from his mind, he detected the presence an instant before it pulled away, he'd had no power over it. He grit his teeth even harder and let himself lay flat upon the cold hard surface of the table in hopes to calm his breath...and then he gasped, a ragged sharp sound of utter surprise.

An unexpected warmth had taken hold of his hand, it was nothing like what he'd been expecting, it had been an utterly random event that shattered the tension he'd been building. He'd been on edge and so alert that it had made him jump in surprise yet he froze for a moment not knowing what was going on for a second; before he realized that his fingers were being toyed with inside someone's mouth.

-Yaugh! Uh-Uhg- ge-GET THE HELL AWAY FROM M-Mghf-oughmph!-

A cold, soft hand clamped over his mouth and suddenly he felt a soft caress upon his fingertips that sent a current spiraling down his entire skin setting it on fire and giving him goose bumps. His fingertip felt cold as the warm lips upon them left them momentarily before something hard sunk in beside them. Upon the flesh that protruded under his little finger, smooth, hard teeth sunk in, running across his flesh as the jaws clamped shut next to his hand. He shivered, from disgust or surprise, it was hard to tell.

The lips ran down the outer edge of his hand, as he tensed his fingers, clawing the air in a vain attempt to hold on to something. Stopping at his wrist, a quick, soft kiss was the only pause as the stranger's lips ran all the way down to the crook of his arm. He tensed an arched his elbow up, at least tried to, his arm was slightly bent a little farther open and suddenly he felt something intruding the space between his lower and upper arm. A slick tongue licked the crook of his arm slightly before biting the skin a little below his tensed bicep.

He screamed angrily into the hand that held his lips tight and he began to shake his body violently as he started to feel more and more powerless as the eternal seconds ticked away. A swishing sound broke the silence where once before only his ragged breath intruded and a smooth piece of fabric shut his mouth tightly. His breath became more and more ragged as he began to feel like he didn't have a way out.

-...Don't...Do not be afraid...-

A single finger pressed softly upon his lips, he squirmed a bit more and a few minutes later he stood still, in seeming acceptance yet in reality submerged in careful planning, waiting for the perfect moment to attack. The hand slipped away once he calmed down, yet as he shifted slightly he could not help but panic as he heard the steps of the other person walking around him...a cat playing with its prey. The steps stopped right behind him: the person was looming over his head.

He felt something warm and aromatic hit his face, something slightly salty yet very sweet smelling. He shivered as the warmth melted over his face again, realizing with horror it was the person's breath. He thought about every possible outcome and somehow it all didn't look too good, he kept feeling weaker by the second, his thoughts muddled and becoming less and less frequent. The bindings tightened around his arms before they loosened, now only holding his wrists and he squirmed slowly and groggily as if waking from deep sleep. A horrifying thought tried to fight its way to the surface yet it lacked coherence and he faded away, entering the place between asleep and awake.

-Stay with me, just for tonight...Harry..................I will make you mine....-

To be continued...