Title: Throw It All Away

Author: Sacharissa Donerail

Rating: M

Content: adult language, m/m, implied abuse/incest, death, torture

Pairing: DM/HP, implied LM/SS, implied LM/DM

Disclaimer: None of these characters, places, etc. belong to me. I claim no ownership to the characters. No profit is being made off this story.

Summary: AU // Harry, a member of an ancient society charged with protecting humans from vampires. To avenge the murder of his parents and to punish the one responsible, Harry must join forces with the only son of his enemy. Will he lose himself in the process?

Author's Notes: This story was started almost six years ago. I have extensive files on the creation of every character, as well as explanations of the various vampire "clans" found in my story, available upon request. I drew inspiration from every possible source of vampire fiction, most specifically "Vampire: The Masquerade" and "Blade, but NOT "Twilight". "Twilight" didn't even exist when I started this story. Please remember that. :D

The elderly man with the soft, twinkling blue eyes, sat across the table from his colleagues, watching each of them as they watched him. The room was silent save for the soft sound of nervous breaths being drawn, and the man managed a weak half-smile, clearing his throat to grab any attention that was not already on him. "Thank you for coming. I know it was short notice."

A much younger man, a boy in comparison, sat across the table, and he hitched one shoulder, his green eyes staring intently at the older man. "I figured it was important. What's going on?"

"We've just received some--ah, information about an old case," he answered, folding his delicate hands on the table in front of him. "We thought it was best to give you this news in person rather than by phone."

The young man tilted his head, and then flipped his eyes to the old woman sitting to his left. "Minerva, what is he going on about?"

Albus Dumbledore, leader of the Arcanamala, exchanged brief glances with his assistant, Minerva McGonagall, then met then unflinching stare of Harry Potter. "We found him, Harry."

Harry sat motionless for a few long moments then let out a long, deep sigh. "Are you sure?"

Albus nodded shortly. "We're absolutely certain. The…evidence is consistent with--"

"Albus," Harry cut him off abruptly. "Stop with the pretty wrapping. Just me straight with me."

Albus took a deep breath and peered at him over his half-moon glasses. "A family was found last night, seventy miles north of here. The way they were murdered matches his method exactly."

Harry shrugged, shifting slightly in his chair. "So? It could be a copycat. Someone might be imitating him, possibly under his orders."

"It is him, Harry," Albus responded, his voice very soft. "There was a message…written in the victims' blood."

"What did it say?"

Albus again looked to Minerva, as though for encouragement, but found nothing but his deputy's hard, cold stare. "It read 'Give my regards to Lily and James'."

Harry blinked only once. "What's the plan?"

"We're organizing a team--"

"I want to be on it," came Harry's immediate reply.

Albus shook his head. "Harry, I realize you desire to a part of this mission…"

"No, I don't think you do!" Harry shouted, jumping out of his chair. "My parents are dead because--"

"Your parents were killed in service to the Arcanamala by the vampire Voldemort, Harry," Albus interrupted. "You watched his disposal with your own eyes."

"He may have killed them," Harry replied, his teeth clenched tightly, "but he had help. And now you're telling me, after 20 years, you've finally found the man who fed my parents to that monster, and you don't want me to be in on the mission to bring him in?"

"Harry…this isn't an ordinary mission," Albus said softly. "We are expecting heavy casualties."

"Then we change the plan. We go at this in an entirely different way, and we make it work!" Harry slammed his fist on the heavy oak table, causing several of the other people gathered around it to jump.

Albus exchanged looks with each person at the table, and each them nodded once. He looked back at Harry and gave a final nod. "All right, Harry, but we're not rushing into this. This is going to take time, so that you are prepared."

"Whatever it takes," Harry hissed, his eyes distant.

"Harry…you could be killed," Albus said in a low, serious voice.

Harry met his eyes, his voice just as low, but with an icy, deadly edge to it. "The only one who is going to be killed is Lucius Malfoy. I can guarantee it."