Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of the characters that I am using. JKR OWNS ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS *sigh*.

Summary: Harry, Draco. Brunette, Blonde. Gryffindor, Slytherin. Angel, Vampire... WHAT!? Take a peek into the life of one Harry Potter as he copes with being an angel and having a vampire as a mate.

Author's Note: This story is an AU of the 6th book. This will also contain creatures such as Angel!Harry and Vampire!Draco. Do forgive me if I have any grammatical errors in this story since this is my first fanfiction and I don't know any beta.

CHAPTER 1: BIRTH OF THE WINGS

"Why is it so BLOODY FREEZING IN HERE?!"

He didn't know what's happening with him. For the love of Merlin, he could not find a logical conclusion as to why he was freezing and sweating at the same time... during one afternoon of summer vacation. He then felt something ripping from his back, but he did not care. All he wanted to do was to scream, but he cannot. He's afraid Uncle Vernon would deprive him of food because his freakish scream interrupted their normal household.

He felt the pain on his back subside. "Hedwig," his voice rasped in pain, "go to Hogwarts... call someone, anyone, something is wrong with me..." he closed his eyes in pain, his breathing became shallow, and he started shivering.

All he got in reply was a hasty hoot from Hedwig as she flew to Hogwarts.

He abruptly opened his eyes. The pain was back, but unlike any other pain he felt. He started writhing on the bed, all the while clutching desperately on the sheets. It felt like he was giving birth through his back, something was coming out, something was painfully coming out. He cannot take it anymore; he screamed his lungs out before his consciousness left him.

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"Ah, such a hot afternoon, it is a good thing I have my hot tea here," A/N: He is Dumbledore, and that explains it.

All of a sudden, Fawkes screamed, well like how a Phoenix would scream. In the blink of an eye, Dumbledore found his table being destroyed by a snowy white owl, Hedwig. Dumbledore merely raised his eyebrows in response to this.

"I take it that something has happened to our dear Harry?" Hedwig then hooted, no wait, screeched to the point of Dumbledore running towards the fireplace and calling for Severus. The two talked through the fire.

"Severus, it seems that young Mr. Potter is in a terrible situation right now. Can you get him from his house and apparate young Harry to Grimmauld place?"

Severus was about to open his flaming mouth, but Albus beat him to it.

"You don't know how thankful I am for your graceful acceptance of the task. Well, good afternoon then," Dumbledore said without even pausing to hear out the attempted response of Severus. He watched silently as the green fire died right in front of him.

"Ah, it's so good to be old," Dumbledore, with twinkling eyes and a smile, turned to Hedwig and said,

"Would you like a lemon drop?"

All Dumbledore got was a sore nose from Hedwig biting it. He watched Hedwig fly through the windows as if being chased by a centaur.

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It would be an understatement to say that Severus Snape was pissed off. When a person is pissed off, he's just pissed off. He won't even think of strangling the neck of an old man wearing half-moon spectacles, or burn all of said old man's lemon drops in front of the old man while he is cackling like Bellatrix Lestrange. Oh no, a person who is pissed off would not do that. It is, therefore, safe to conclude that Severus Snape is beyond pissed off.

Why he is exactly beyond pissed off, one can only wonder. It has been two weeks since the Dark Lord announced that they have to lay low for some time in fear of getting discovered and their plans being soiled. It has been two weeks since his Dark Mark burned. Severus has had two weeks of having complete sleep, two weeks of spending his lovely time in the cold dungeons, two weeks of enjoying his bubble bath for hours, and now, the two weeks were coming to a stop. There he was, enjoying his bubble bath, when the fireplace suddenly flared to life and he could hear the booming voice of Albus Dumbledore.

Because of his respect to the old man, Severus rushed to the fireplace. It was a good thing that the only thing that can be seen through the green fire is the face of an individual, otherwise Albus would never let Severus forget this moment: Potion Master extraordinaire, master of sneers, master of billowing robes, master of fear, master of detentions, is covered in nothing but a pink towel and wearing pink fluffy slippers. Oh yes, Albus would never let Severus live for this moment.

I'm afraid that we are missing the point as to why Severus is beyond pissed off. Now, it would be nice if his two week break is broken by a simple task such as... brewing potions for Poppy, or shopping in Hogsmeade for potion ingredients. But nooooo, Severus had to get Harry bloody sodding Potter's ass out of the house of his, no doubt, fans. The imbecile must be getting sick of all the attention he is getting from his muggle relatives.

Severus finally stopped from all his seething and walking when he saw the Dursely household. Stage 1: Get to the brat's house... complete. Severus said with a thought as he walked up to the front door and knocked on the door.

As soon as he knocked, he could hear loud footsteps heading towards the door. Merlin's beard, do they have an elephant in there? As soon as the door was opened, Dudley Dursley came into view. Not an elephant, but a whale.

"Good afternoon, I came here to get Mister Potter,"

As soon as Harry's surname was mentioned, the demeanour of the whale turned from confident to stuttering nerves.

"H-he's u-up-s-stairs."

Severus, with all of his billowing robes, went upstairs to get Potter out of this house.

He expected to see Harry wearing some tourist outfit while his Aunt fed him some grapes, but he did not expect what he saw the moment he opened Potter's door.

Bloody. Potter. Literally.

Author's Note: Well, that's the first chapter. Expect that I would cut down on the humour. This story is meant to be angsty. However, because of my good mood, I can't seem to write an angsty first chapter.

Constructive criticism is always welcome! I don't know about flames though... Anyways, read and review!