A/N: Hey everyone, I'm back with a brand new story and I have to say, this one is a different one for me. Not only is it a creature fic, but the pairing will be Drarry. That's right, folks! This is my very first Drarry! Go easy on me, please, and I'll try to keep it going.

Ellie, I hope your reading this, and I really hope you like it!

Warning: language, mentions of violence and blood,

Disclaimer: I'm not J.K, but I am pretty sure there isn't anything quite like this out there – correct me if I'm wrong.

#Parseltongue#

Morsus:

Chapter 1:

Harry cursed as he ran quicker still through the forest pushing his new speed to the limits, they were closing in on him and he was slowly loosing grips on his sanity. He hadn't fed for weeks thanks to Dumbledore, Harry still couldn't believe what Dumbledore had done; well if he thought about it he could, but he didn't want to believe. It was hard having his suspicions confirmed in such a way, but this was for the best, it was what he needed to fully come in to his own.

FLASHBACK~

Harry was sat in Dumbledore's office as he explained how he got in to his current situation, he had only went for a walk when he was attacked. The last thing he remembered was a searing pain in his neck before black, when he awoke he had felt different, but it was better than he had ever felt and he could see without his glasses. He had run home and noticed he was ridiculously fast and agile and he could hear and smell everything, when he had entered his house his throat flared. He had dashed to his room in shock, but it was nothing to what he felt when he looked in the mirror. Tall, lithe, toned body, snowy skin, flowing raven hair with a blood red sheen in the light, glowing green eyes and glow around him it made him look unearthly beautiful. That wasn't what hit him the most, no it was the sharp, white fangs that were just showing over his red lips, he stepped back in alarm, but there was not questioning what he was; he was a vampire.

After the shock had worn off, Harry researched everything he had in his books about Vampires, but it wasn't adding up. According to the book, he shouldn't be able to go out in the sun, which he had no problem on his way home, he was not affected by the Holy Cross Petunia insisted be in every room in the house and he certainly didn't have to be invited in to the house by the owner because if that was the case then he would never be reading his books. Of course, he hadn't been exposed to holy water yet, but he doubted that it would effect him because everything else in the book was crap. The only thing that seemed to be correct was his craving for blood, as soon as he had smelled his relatives his throat had flared. He was confused to what he was, or what he was supposed to be because he had definitely changed and so, as anything blood related was considered 'dark', he had made his way to Knockturn alley.

He had picked up on the little tab Dumbledore was keeping on him, and easily worked around it. He had been sneaking around his whole life! One guard was not hard to overcome! Searching the many shops, Harry found two books, one was called 'The Creatures of the Night' which he picked up, and the other was called 'The True Vampire' which seemed informative. No one asked his any questions, they seemed scared of him, which amused him to no end, they should fear him; he was powerful. He could feel it, now his senses were clear, his new body held a strength that it didn't before, his magic was thrumming under his skin, and his senses were now second to none. When he got back to Privet Drive, he discovered that a 'Creature of the Night' was believed to be a vampire, but they were actually hybrids that had two dominant genes fighting against each other and had evicted the soul to continue the battle which was why they had so many side effects. The other book was a wealth of knowledge, there was a very prominent difference between a Creature of the Night and a Vampire, and it seemed that Harry had been changed in to an actual Vampire.

He was an enhanced human, with a creature status due to the lack of beating heart, the lack of normal blood and the need for blood to survive. Harry did learn that while he may need blood, he would also still keep his appetite and could still eat food. Unlike the Creatures of the Night, he would still sleep, he would only need to sleep a few nights a week, and the older he was the less time he would need to sleep, but the option was there if he wanted it. His appearance was also different from that of a Creature, while they had black eyes due to their lack of soul, his own eye colour had been enhanced, he still looked human, more veela like because of the beauty and didn't have a dead look about him. Harry continued to read, he found out that if he didn't get enough blood then would go in to a blood lust craze and slaughter whatever they came across until satisfied, this was especially common in newborns, and you could tell if a vampire was thirsty by their eyes.

The pupil would start to go red and the iris would gradually get darker, in a blood lust the pupil would glow crimson and the entire eye would be a flat black. The eyes were also an indication of how angry a vampire was, in high stress or anger situations the iris would go black, their fangs would come out and their hands would curl in to claws; it would show they were ready to defend or attack. The claws and the fangs were fully controllable so the vampire could bring them forth at will too, unlike the Creatures who were forced to have theirs on show full time. Their abilities were enhanced; their sight, smell, hearing, strength, speed, intelligence and even the personality. They could run faster than any known creature, jump higher, throw farther and learn and remember things easier, if they were a magical it would become easier to use; they would have more power. Vampires stopped aging around 20 and finally vampires could only be killed if they were dismembered and the pieces burned. Unlike the Creatures of the Night, which could die by being beheaded, staked, or strung up on a crucifix.

Vampires were classified as 'dark creatures' because they needed blood to survive, Harry had scoffed at that, it was pathetic what the ministry classified as dark. Harry had begun looking at the dark arts at the end of second year after the chamber incident, he wanted to understand the allure and the difference between light and dark and what the big deal was. They were amazing, but he hadn't told anyone because he was supposed to be the BWL and that was wrong. He was expected to be a certain way, act a certain way and surround himself with certain people, it was just a shame he was nothing like he was supposed to be, but that was where his Slytherin side came in to play. Masks. That was what he used, masks to hide how he was really feeling and how he really was and a whole lot of acting.

It was a necessary evil he supposed. But then again, he had been doing whatever he needed to survive with the Dursleys, pretending to be someone was positively easy compared to living with them. Harry had been slightly nervous about going on his first hunt, it was supposed to be instinctual, but he had never exactly conformed to the norms and usual rules, luckily it was. It was like an inner being was showing him the ropes and Harry guessed it was how Moony felt with his wolf, the only difference being that Harry easily accepted his vampire's help where Moony caged his inner wolf. He lured some girl down an alley and drained her before setting the corpse on fire; it felt so good. It was euphoric, literally feeling the life force drain from her body as he drank.

And the flavour, it was like nothing he had ever tasted. It didn't matter if it was murder, he needed it to survive and living was pretty high on his priority. After a few days of adjustment and testing his control around people, which was easy after he had fed, Harry had decided to go to the Headmaster as he would need arrangements for school so he apparated to Hogsmead and snuck in to the school, he made his way up to the Headmaster's office where they were having an meeting by the looks of things. Harry rolled his eyes as he saw his 'best friends' names on the list. They were so bored because they had to clean, that was a load of shit. It made him laugh that they truly believed that he didn't know about the Order of the Phoenix or their work as spies for the headmaster against him.

They were using his godfather's house for the most time. Dis they honestly believe that Sirius wasn't going to tell him? This is why he didn't have many friends, especially those two, he had people around him that served a purpose to him. He was the Gryffindor Golden boy, his best friends were a known blood traitor and a Mudblood, why would anyone doubt him? He snorted to himself as he muttered the override password and walked gracefully up the stairs, that was another thing he loved with this vampire thing, he was grace personified. He never tripped, stumbled, or fell, wherever he walked it was like a smooth glide and even if he slouched or drooped it still managed to look completely elegant; hellava bonus for him. He knocked on the door and smirked when the office fell silent, he heard Dumbledore call enter and he pushed open the door to face multiple wands.

"Good evening Headmaster I didn't realise you were busy, I'll come back." He could lie before, easily, but now he could look someone in the eye and spin a complete tale of fiction and they would not even think to question it. It might be the beauty, he wasn't completely certain and at the current time he was just going with the flow. The books he had didn't say anything about any gifts he gained or could gain from becoming a vampire, but he already knew about the allure. It was like a Veela, but it worked on anyone and he knew he had that, it was easy to control too which was fortunate for him. That was probably what helped him lie, not that he was complaining, but it would be good to know if anything else would come with this.

"No it is perfectly ok, how can I help you Mr.?" Harry gave a toothy grin exposing his fang he had chosen to wear elongated just for today, the occupants of the room gasped and drew their wands again. Harry mentally sighed, their magic would barely affect him, it was another reason why vampires were feared. Normal wizard magic barely affected him, it would take many spells to take him down and the AK no longer applied to him being practically dead already. Pain spells, unfortunately, still did work, so he was stuck with things like Crucios and stinging hexes being able to affect him; can't have it all.

"Don't you recognise me Headmaster, I know I've changed a bit, but still."

"I don't believe I have ever seen you before." Dumbledore said surely and Harry frowned, he knew he had had a few enhancements, but he didn't think he was unrecognisable. He pushed up his fringe exposing the very recognisable lightning bolt scar, Dumbledore's eyes widened and the rest of the group gasped again.

"Harry m'boy what happened?" Harry flopped down on his usual chair as he seemed to have stunned the group to silence.

"So yeah I'm a vampire now, it's pretty cool." Harry told him with a shrug. It had gone downhill from there, the order reacted very badly and pretty much threw him to the dogs when he said he had killed someone. Dumbledore had shot a spell at him but it didn't do anything until the rest of them repeated it, the combine pressure knocked him out. He woke up magically chained to a wall in some cellar and went from shocked to furious on around 5 seconds, he didn't know how long he was kept there but he felt himself getting further and further in to blood lust. The door opened and Sirius slipped in Harry growled at him.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"I've come to get you out."

"Why finally started to feel guilty that you've left you're supposed best friends son here to hang." Harry spat furiously, he couldn't believe Sirius had allowed this, of all the people he thought he would be able to count on it would be his godfather but apparently he was wrong.

"No, it was never like that. I didn't know, I only found out yesterday from Tonks."

"You were there."

"No I wasn't I swear to you I didn't know."

"What about Moony, he was there."

"He's imperiused, he was put under when he tried to fight back. It's broken now, but they don't know. I promise you I didn't know." Harry nodded he could see the truth in the man's eyes, as well as smell the honesty, Sirius banished the chains and Harry held his breath because his Godfather was smelling like a particularly nice meal.

"Get out of here, it's not safe for you anymore. I don't know what they're planning but it isn't good."

"What about you and Remus?"

"Don't worry about us, just keep in contact somehow?"

"I'll come back for you both." With that Harry ran willing himself to the first place on his mind; Little Hangleton.

END FLASHBACK~

The old fool was going to pay for that Harry thought as he ran, he felt himself being surrounded but with the lack of blood he didn't have it in him to use magic to get away. He cursed himself for coming to this place, in his foggy mind he couldn't think why the place sounded familiar but he realised when he felt strong wards and heard the sounds of multiple apperation, this was Voldemort territory and Harry was in no state to defend himself against that psycho; so he ran. Harry curse again as he heard them close up the gap, he was royally screw was his last conscious thought before he found blackness again. Harry awoke as he was thrown to the floor roughly catching himself before he hit the ground.

"Here is the intruder, my Lord." A voice spoke, a slight tremor not being masked in time. Harry groaned; this was all he needed.

"Mother fucker, wait till I get my hands on that old fool." Harry muttered under his breath climbing slowly to his feet, he needed some blood before he lost it. This was all Dumbledore's fault; stupid old man.

"So you were found on my land, why?" The unmistakeable voice of the Dark Lord demanded and Harry wanted to whine.

"Believe me when I say it was a mistake." Harry said warily, a death eater from his right shoved him back to the floor.

"Show some respect." He snapped and Harry reacted instantly, he leapt to his feet in a crouch and hissed viciously at the DE fangs coming out full force and hands curling in to claws. The Death Easter yelped, stumbling away from Harry in fear and Harry flashed a dark grin.

"A vampire," Voldemort noted with slight interest, Harry's head snapped around to the sound of the voice, his eyes showing black irises and near red pupils through lack of feeding. "Who were you running from?"

"Dumbledore," Harry answered honestly, having no actual reason to lie. The usual feelings of utter hatred when thinking of the Dark Lord had all but vanished and there was a curious feeling around the man, it was oddly soothing. The snake-like face didn't show any surprise at his answer but Harry knew he was.

"Oh, and why would you running from the champion of light." Voldemort sneered the last part and Harry found himself forcefully biting back a snort of derision.

"He didn't like what I am." Harry told him, he was starting to twitch now and his eyes were darting everywhere. He could hear the squelching heartbeats of the five people within the room he was in as well as the one rapidly approaching the door, they made his throat burn with need and venom welled up inside his mouth making him forcefully swallow it back down. Despite knowing someone was approaching, he automatically crouched when the doors opened suddenly and he saw Snape stride in.

"Ah Severus, just in time," Voldemort said.

"I bring news, my Lord, Dumbledore is saying that Potter is missing, but something other is going on the Order are acting suspiciously." The Potions Master informed him and Harry couldn't help it; he laughed, he was definitely losing it.

"Potter isn't missing, he just escaped from being chained to a wall for Merlin knows how long without feeding 'cuz the old fool is psycho." He said, his voice higher than normal.

"How do you know that?" Snape demanded and Harry rolled his eyes.

"Because I'm stood here," Harry snapped, wrenching back his fringe. He really didn't think he looked that different. Harry hissed, his throat was on fire and a blood red haze was slowly taking over his vision. All he could think about was the blood he could practically taste around him, it was pumping in their veins, just begging for him to taste it. There were six people in the room, four of them lower death eaters, the other two being the Dark Lord and Snape. Two of the Death Eaters were standing very close to him, so close that he could see the vein pumping in their necks and smell every drop of blood within their veins. He needed it. Without a conscious thought, he pounced on the one on the right and sunk his teeth in, the flesh giving way like butter and the hot, red liquid spilled in to his mouth, an almost indecent groan of appreciation escaping him. Harry drank greedily, but it was far too empty far too soon, and he was across the room and drinking the other death eater before anyone could blink. His superior strength easily subduing the death eater's struggled and he dropped the body as soon as the blood ran dry. He turned to the room and his eyes sought out the two other death eaters that brought him in, they seemed frozen in fear and Harry grinned nastily. He growled and then pounced, snapping the firsts neck and draining him before leaping at the final death eater and drinking leisurely as the man struggled in his hold, before he too ran out of blood and was dropped carelessly to the floor. Harry crouched, his eyes darting around the room taking note of two heartbeats and his eyes followed the sounds, he inhaled, taking in the scents and the human side of his mind told him that he was smelling the Dark Lord and his potions teacher. He blinked and shook his head, the red haze clearing from his vision as his body registered the nutrients from the blood and revitalised his being. He looked around the room and slowly raised from his defensive crouch as his instincts told him there was no threat, he took note of the four bloodless corpses and the blood now splattered around the room and tilted his head to the side.

"Ah, um, that wasn't supposed to happen." Harry muttered, licking the blood off his lips looking at the death eaters. He looked down at himself and noticed he was covered in blood also, he licked it off of his fingers, savouring the flavour as he did so. Voldemort cleared his throat and Harry was reminded just where he was. Now that his head was clear and he could focus, it registered how much shit he was in and he couldn't help but curse.

"Mother fucking bastard, just wait till I get my hands on that hypocritical prick. I'm gunna strangle him with that goddamn beard, fucking asshole." Harry cursed swearing revenge on Dumbledore, Voldemort raised an eyebrow but chose not to interrupt the teen's, or rather vampire's, tirade. He was rather interested to know how one of the most, supposedly, protected people within this country came to be within his territory alone. Not only alone, but no longer human, obviously very angry and running from Dumbledore.

"Thinks he's hiding stuff from me with his pathetic Order of the fired chicken, he throws me in to stupid life or death situations, he keeps me in a fucking muggle house with my prick of a 'family' and now he tries to kill me himself by starving me just because I killed some people to eat. It's fucking lucky that he didn't know what I've been learning since second year or the crazy bastard would have tossed me in Azkaban or some shit. I cannot believe the nerve of that goddamn muggle fucker. I'm gunna shave the fucker bald then use it to hang the prick and burn those god awful robes in front of him as I sit there and crush all of his vile fucking lemon drops." Harry was pacing as he ranted in his nervousness, making himself look like a blur of movement much to the amusement of the Dark Lord and Snape.

"Have you quite finished?" Voldemort asked the vampire amused, it's wasn't often you heard your nemesis rant in front of you especially if they could be killed any second. Harry span around to face the Dark Lord and cursed again.

"Damn it, why do I forget where I am?" He asked no one in particular. He was confused, usually he was on point in these situations, but today it just wasn't working. He didn't feel in danger, not even a little bit, which was particularly odd seeing as he was forcefully kidnapped and watched the Dark Lord come from a cauldron not two months ago.

"I take it you're angry with Dumbledore for some reason." The Dark Lord commented.

"Yeah the prick has been trying to kill me for the last, actually I don't even know. What's the date?"

"July 16th,"

"The bastard, he kept me chained to a wall for 14 days." Harry exclaimed indignantly.

"That would be why the entire order has been acting strangely the past week." Snape muttered.

"Indeed, why, Potter, would you choose here, of all places, to come after you escaped, how did you escape?"

"Tonks let slip where I was to Sirius and he came and freed me, as for coming here I have abso-fucking-lutley no idea what possessed me to come here. Somewhere in my starved mind I recognised the name as somewhere Dumbledore wouldn't come and willed myself away, but then I felt your wards and magic and realised I was fucked especially as I couldn't use magic again." Harry explained with a shrug looking up at the Dark Lord, Harry took a step back in shock. "Well fuck me sideways." He breathed as he looked at the man, he could have sworn he looked like a snake when he first arrived. He narrowed his eyes as he looked the man over and then stepped back in shock when he noticed the blurred lines around the man's form.

"You're wearing a glamour." Harry pointed out, proud of himself. The Dark Lord smirked at him.

"Indeed," He agreed, letting the magic fall away to reveal his true form. Harry was quite surprised, he looked like an older, more mature Tom Riddle. If he were to take a guess he would say in his forties, but he could easily get away with thirties if he dressed in the right way. It was odd to see the man like that, he was so human, for lack of a better word, and Harry was already confused for his lack of initial hatred towards the man.

"What made Dumbledore turn against his saviour anyway, even if you are a vampire I would have thought he would do anything to help you so he could use you to kill me?" Voldemort questioned and Harry tilted his head in thought then grinned.

"Yeah I probably didn't start the conversation of the best and it just got worse." He admitted somewhat sheepishly, Voldemort looked at him in a silent question."I started with 'so yeah I'm a vampire now, it's pretty cool', then went on to say 'drinking blood is surprisingly nice, blondes definitely taste better'." Harry scrunched his nose. "Ok so I definitely didn't begin that conversation right."

Voldemort smirked whilst he was laughing on the inside, oh he would have loved to have seen the old man's face. This was a completely different Potter from what he was expecting. This teen had fight in him, and he was positively thrumming with power. Oh yes, he was very interested.

"Potter are you completely insane?" Snape asked Harry without his usual sneer, he was looking at the teen as if he had never seen him before. Like something had been lifted.

"No, I don't think so. It said something in the book about enhancing my personality and apparently, you get this." Harry indicated himself.

"Merlin, help me."

"So, do you still hate me?" Harry asked Snape bluntly, looking at the potions master with raised eyebrows. Snape frowned at the question and seemed to think for a moment.

"I no longer feel overwhelming hatred when I see you." Snape observed thoughtfully, confusion lining his tone. "I should not have hated you that much anyway. Your mother and I were very close when we were younger, it seems unlikely that I would hate you."

"Yeah, that would mean all the spells on me have broken. Dumbledore really wanted me a certain way, but I don't like following rules much." Harry shrugged.

"Dumbledore has been casting spells upon you?" Snape exclaimed, and Harry nodded.

"Yeah. The compulsions that were supposed to influence me didn't work too well, not that he ever found out, but the ones on me meant to influence others were well placed."

"What would he gain from doing so?" Snape demanded and Harry made a noise in the back of his throat.

"You're kidding, right?" Harry said, "I'm Harry Potter, the kid more famous than any other alive. What wouldn't he gain from having me favourably on his side?"

"It is a power play, it is what Dumbledore does best." Voldemort stated and Harry nodded, agreeing with his point.

"Pretty much. I'm his biggest player on his shining chess board and he would absolutely hate for me not to follow his plan." Harry said mockingly, a cruel smile coming to his face.

"Yes, I cannot see him allowing you to go your own way." Voldemort mused.

"So as Dumbledore has taken your job to try and kill me, you have to have his job of not killing me." Harry said to the Dark Lord brightly and the Dark Lord blinked at the rapid change in conversation.

"I do not have to do anything." He pointed out and Harry waved him off.

"Course you do, seeing as I'm the one you go after every year, with me here it makes your job easier." Harry pointed out, a smirk curling on to his features, "Right, now that's sorted I'm going to get my stuff, retrieve my map that those pricks stole and gather my belongings." Harry nodded to himself and disappeared away.

"Did he just say he was going to get a map that they stole?" Voldemort questioned Snape making sure he heard correctly.

"Yes and that means he's going back to their HQ." Snape shook his head, "I didn't know he even knew where it was."

"I would like to know how he even left the room." Voldemort pointed out, "These wards are but a stage under goblin wards."

"As much as it pains me to admit it, My Lord, he is Harry Potter, and he is really not one to follow the ordinary rules." Snape informed him and Voldemort quirked an eyebrow before rolling his eyes.

"Gryffindors," the Dark Lord sighed.

Harry silently crept in to Grimauld Place, where he knew the Order was hiding, it did pay to have a Godfather who was dead set on keeping you informed on everything. Casting a point me spell on his trunk, he snuck up the stairs in the direction he was being told. Harry found his belongings in Ron's room, where they had obviously been leafed through, he waved his hand and pack everything of his. He found the map under Ron's pillow and scoffed, like that weasel would have his map. Harry left as quietly as he came. He had almost made it to the door when he caught the end of Mrs. Black's curtains and she started screaming at the top of her lungs.

"MUDBLOODS, FILTH, BLOOD TRAITORS AND HALF-BREEDS, HOW DARE YOU BEFOUL THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS." Harry cursed covering his ears, he could feel the thundering footsteps coming from below and leapt for the door just as the order fell through the door. Everyone froze before chaos ensued, Harry bolted almost throwing himself out the door to get away. Spells shot towards him, but Harry had just fed so his reflexes were second to none, he ran to the edge of the wards dodging and ducking the onslaught of spells and vanished as soon as he was able too. Landing back in the room he had left, he hit the floor as multiple spells flew towards him, he got to his feet with a huff.

"What is this, 'try and kill the vampire' day?" He demanded petulantly.

"Why did you apparate directly in to this room?" The Dark Lord snapped.

"Because I only know this room," Harry exclaimed, throwing his hands up. Snape was still there and turned to the new vampire.

"Did you get your belongings?"

"Yeah but I woke up Mrs. Black."

Snape closed his eyes with a wince.

"Mrs. Black?" Voldemort asked and Harry smirked, closing his eyes he forcefully pushed the memory of Mrs. Black in to the Dark Lords mind at full volume, Voldemort winced and slammed his hands to his ears.

"STOP," He yelled at the teen who laughed but withdrew the memory.

"Awh and I thought she would be your sort of person." Harry crooned, batting his eyelashes and Snape looked down to cover his smirk, if Potter was going to stay here it would sure bring some entertainment. The teen, apparently, had a complete lack of fear. He had just openly mocked the Dark Lord without so much as blinking, Snape didn't think he had ever heard anyone mock the Dark Lord, let alone to the man's face. It really would be interesting. Of course, he wasn't quite sure why the teen had come back, it didn't seem logical, but then again Harry Potter was hardly the most logical of people. The Potions Master wasn't the only one having those thoughts. Both Harry and Voldemort were equally confused as to why the teen had returned. Harry put it down to his instincts telling him to and he always listened to them and Voldemort decided the teen had finally lost his mind.

Before anyone could address the pink elephant, Nagini slithered in through the doors in all her glory. The great snake made her way to her master and draped herself around his neck like an artistic scarf, Harry had a brief, and very odd, image of the Dark Lord modelling with the snake as this season's hottest accessory before he shook his head and fought back his laughter.

#Master what is going on# Nagini asked poking Voldemort with her head, Harry's lips twitched.

#We have been greeted with a guest, Harry Potter#

#The boy you are unable to kill?# She questioned an Harry smirked, Snape opened his mouth looking at Harry who shook his head vigorously, Snape raised an eyebrow and Harry grinned, tapping his lips.

#Yes that boy#

#I do not understand why you keep trying to kill something you cannot, it would be best to give up, I think you are losing your touch# She informed him quite primly, the affronted look on the Dark Lords face was quite amusing, and Harry covered his growing grin.

#I have not lost my touch, I am the Dark Lord I am as skilled as ever# Voldemort informed her sharply and Harry snickered in to his hand.

#Just because you are a big bad Dark Lord does not me you cannot be out slithered# She pointed out, jabbing him with her tail.

#Nagini-,#

#Do not argue with me Tom Marvolo Riddle# She snapped and he gave her a look of utter indignation. Harry coughed to cover his laugh with great difficulty, he was almost ready to burst with laughter and his stomach was starting to hurt.

#I am not arguing with you I am merely stating that I-,# The Dark Lord found himself cut off and Harry 'coughed' again.

#Yes I know but you will always be my Tom now hush.# She told him and Harry gave another hacking cough, he swore a rib cracked with the effort not to laugh.

#You realise I am the human here?# He drawled, his voice almost whining.

#Well sometimes I wonder because without me you would have went more off track, honestly it is like you are one of my hatchlings# Voldemort actually gaped and Harry lost it, he burst out laughing until was struggling to breath, which was a feat in itself, he had tears running down his face as he tried to control himself.

"And you are laughing because?"

"You-you just got t-told off by a snake." Harry gasped, falling to his knees clutching his sides, Riddle blinked twice before a blush coloured his pale cheeks.

"No I didn't." He denied which only fed to make Harry laugh more.

#Honestly, your like one of her hatchlings# Harry chided in parseltongue and grinned as the Dark Lord looked at him in a horrified embarrassment.

#You speak?#

#Yup and that has to be the funniest thing I have ever heard#

#Another speaker?#

#Apparently,# The Dark Lord was not happy about this new development, but his glowing blush make Harry a very happy vampire.

#Hello Nagini, I'm Harry#

#Master why did you not tell me you were trying to kill another speaker, I would have told you it was a bad Idea sooner# she gave a snake equivalent to a sigh and slithered over to Harry who had yet to get up from the floor. #Ooo Tom, he is pretty, can we keep him?#

#Do I not get a say in this?#

#No now be quiet youngling# Harry blinked and the Dark Lord smirked.

#I suppose he can stay#

#What if I don't want to?# Harry asked rhetorically, he was going to stay anyway.

#You heard Nagini, be quiet youngling# Voldemort told him and Harry glared.

#I don't listen to hatchlings# Harry replied which he gained another blush from the Dark Lord.

#Children please, behave,#

#What t-,#

#Quiet Youngling.#

#I'm th-,#

#You two Tom, with the way your behaving I think I will have to start calling you youngling again#

#WHAT!#

#younglings these days# she shook her head and slithered away leaving two affronted powerful wizards. Snape, who was still in the room, didn't have a clue what was said but to gain a blush from the Dark Lord it must have been pretty amusing, he cleared his throat and both heads whipped around.

"Ah yes Severus where were we before we were rudely interrupted." Here Tom threw Harry a scathing look.

"Oh Tommy dear I didn't know you cared." Harry dodged the crucio aimed at him with ease much to the Dark Lord's disgruntlement.

"Don't push my patient's brat."

"You know I'm not going to call you Voldemort all the time so get used to it." Harry said sweetly, batting his eyelashes again. "Now I am going to find a shower as I have been chained to a wall for 14 days and am still covered in blood." And he skipped off just like that. The pair left in the room looked at the doors for a few moments before the Dark Lord let out a sigh of relief.

"Things are defiantly going to be interesting." Snape pointed out.

"He is going to be the death of me." Voldemort muttered.

Harry was wandering around the manor when he walked in to Bellatrix Lestrange, who was in Azkaban the last time he checked. Lestrange blinked a few times before looking at him closely.

"Potter?" She questioned in surprise and Harry beamed.

"Thank you! You're the first person to recognise me without me having to tell them, honestly you would think I was a different person." Harry exclaimed as Bellatrix blinked again.

"What in Merlin's name are you even doing here?"

"Well I'm a vampire now so yeah." Harry shrugged in a sort of 'what can you do' sort of way, Bella shrugged also and walked off, for a crazy person she was rather sane. Harry continued in his wandering when he realized he didn't have a clue where he was going to be staying or where he could get a shower, so, with a sigh, he made his way back to the meeting room where Bellatrix was now sat with Snape and the Dark Lord.

"I thought you were showering." Voldemort pointed out with a raised brow.

"Yeah so did I 'til I realised I had no clue where the hell anything is and where I'm staying." Harry agreed, Voldemort smirked and Harry narrowed his eyes. "With that thought I decided to annoy you for a while, we vamps don't produce any bodily fluids."

"Nip," A house elf popped in, "Show the brat to a room." He ordered and Harry grinned.

"Awh Tom, anyone would think you didn't want me around." Harry said brightly.

"I wonder what gave that impression." Voldemort deadpanned much to Harry's amusement as he followed the elf out, he was led to a grand room in tones of green, not that Harry expected anything else. He thanked the elf, who looked closed to tears and popped away. Harry pulled out a dark green pair of skinny jeans and a white top and entered the bathroom, he spent over an hour in the shower just stood under the boiling water with a happy smile. If felt good on his naturally cold skin, just being under the water and feeling every drop was magic in itself. He changed and decided to go exploring his new residence, it seemed he would be staying for a while so he might as well find out where everything was. He found a potions lab, and as it was laid out exactly like Snape kept his office he assumed the man had claimed it as his own. A duelling room, which Harry thought was really cool because it seemed to have dummies that worked like humans, he hadn't ever managed to work on one of those before and couldn't wait to try it out. Plenty of bedrooms, literally, Harry didn't know why someone would want that many rooms, what could be done with them? A library, filled with some many books it would give Hogwarts a run for its money and he was sure he would find loads of things to interest him. A drawing room, which was set out as if already in used, which Harry suspected was the truth, and felt rather friendly. A surprisingly cosy lounge, with chairs that he was sure he could just sink in too and sit for hours in; he loved those sort of chairs.

Harry was shocked to find a fully functioning kitchen and thought that, when all else failed, he could cook. There were two dining rooms, one which was large, imposing and formal, and the other which was just off the kitchen and felt more lived in. He skipped some rooms, not even bothering to enter as there were so many, but he believed he found the Dark Lords personal chambers, which he did peak in to but decided, for his continuing good health, not to actually enter. There were multiple studies, three of which were occupied by the Dark Lord, Harry could tell by the scent. One was filled with loads of other scents, it was the least personal, the second was more warm and he could pick up traces of Snape and Bellatrix, so Harry assumed it was only for the elite or whatever they were called. The final one, the one Harry liked the more, only smelled of the Dark Lord and he found himself drifting in to the room and sitting on the chair in front of the fire. He liked the way the heat felt on his skin. There was a wall of books behind the large desk that Harry was interested in and picked one up at random before retaking his seat starting to read. He was lounging in the chair perfectly relaxed with his legs over the arm and his back propped up on the other absorbed in the book, he had completely tuned out his surroundings, so much so he didn't notice when the Dark Lord entered until the man yelled at him.

"How did you get in here?"

Harry jumped violently and landed in a crouch, he took in the surroundings and spotted an irate Lord in the doorway.

"Oh it's you." He said, calming himself down.

"Who in the name of Merlin did you expect it to be?" Voldemort demanded and Harry blinked and shrugged.

"I dunno, I didn't hear you approach." He said and went back to the chair; Voldemort had yet to sit down.

"I repeat, how did you get in here?"

"I opened the door." Harry muttered absently, his attention already drifting from the Dark Lord, the man sighed and went to sit down, sending a stinging hex at the lounging Vampire who hissed.

"What was that for?" Harry demanded rubbing his arm.

"For being in my personal study,"

"Well you should ward it next time."

"It was warded!" Voldemort exclaimed and Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Not very well clearly,"

"I could strangle you, Potter."

Harry grinned.

"I have that affect, but it wouldn't be very effective."

"That may be true but it would bring me copious amounts of pleasure." Voldemort told him scathingly.

"Well that's mean." Harry said.

"Terribly sorry about that," Voldemort threw back sarcastically and Harry beamed.

"That's quite alright."

The Dark Lord rolled his eyes. It seemed things were going to be vastly different.

Wonderful.

Well, there we have it folks. This is the first chapter of Morsus, and I would greatly appreciate it if you could tell me what you think. I'm nervous about this one, guys. I would really honour your opinions!

Jess*