Moriah: Hi, this is my new story. I'm kinda new to writing Harry Potter.
Yugi: Shouldn't you be writing for Yugioh? Why are you writing for Harry Potter?
Moriah: Hush, Little Yugi. I like Harry Potter. I've always wanted to do a story for it.
Harry: Well, I'm glad that you are. I know that you are looking forward to posting it.
Moriah: I am. Can you guys do the disclaimer?
Yugi and Harry: Morie-chan does own anything. Please me nice and review.
Summary: Harry Potter has defeated Voldemort. Everyone celebrates but him. He took a life, even though it was evil. He becomes depressed. He feels lonely. No one understands him. He tries to hide what he is feeling from his friends and the rest of students and staff at Hogwarts. To deal with the pain, he starts to cut himself. He soon finds someone who understands him. Someone he would have never thought. Draco Malfoy, who recently finds out that he, is a vampire. Harry is his mate. Draco tries to keep Harry from harming himself. Is it for his own gain or something more?
Chapter 1
Red. His favorite color nowadays. The color of blood. That's all he could do since the day of The Dark Lord's death. He knew that he shouldn't but he couldn't help what he felt when he died. After an intense battle, he had got the bastard corner and said the spell that would end the life of the murder forever. But somehow, he couldn't feel happy about it. He knew that he should, everyone else was, but he couldn't. Voldemort was evil; he had killed so many people including his parents, but all he could feel was guilt over what had to be done. 'It's funny; everyone says that I shouldn't feel guilty. That it was the only way, but I still took a live. I killed someone.' Harry Potter thought as he sliced the knife across his skin.
The red liquid dripped down on the carpet in his room as he sat on the edge of the bed. Living back with his evil relatives weren't getting better either, but he tried to make the best of it. Soon, he would be back at Hogwarts and then move in with Sirius and Remus in Grimmauld Place.
"Boy!" a loud voice called, making him almost jump off the bed.
Harry sighed. His uncle had to call him when he was busy. 'I wonder what the fat asshole wants.' he hid the knife under his pillow before lowering his sleeve, luckily the blood had stopped so his uncle wouldn't see, not that he would care anyway.
Walking to his door, he opened it and into the hallway, on top of the staircase. His uncle was waiting for his him at the bottom.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon?" he answered, trying to hide the annoyance in his voice at being disrupted at cutting himself.
"It's time for you to make dinner." He said. "Next time, I will not tell you." he walked off into the living room.
Vernon Dursley was a big, beefy man, with large hands. He had thick, dark hair and a bushy moustache. He loved his wife and son.
Harry walked into the kitchen, making sure to avoid his aunt and cousin. Harry smiled. 'After I cook dinner, I can continue what I was doing. The good thing is, I won't be disrupted again.'
Not long after, dinner was ready and set on the table. His aunt Petunia and cousin Dudley walked into the kitchen with his uncle behind them.
Petunia was a thin woman, with dark hair. She cared a lot for her husband and son. Often spoiling them.
His cousin, Dudley, resembled his father. To Harry, he looked like a pig in a wig. Sometimes, Harry didn't like him because he got everything he wanted. His aunt and uncle couldn't see anything wrong him. He was the perfect child and he was the burden that they had to take care of.
'Take care of me?' Harry laughed. 'I don't think that is what they are doing. They tolerate me, beat me, stave me, and made me their housewife.' he thought, slamming the food on the table.
Today he made barbeque chicken, rice, mixed vegetables, and steamy rolls. After putting food on everyone's plate, he left going back to his room and closing the door. He wasn't in a mood for another beating but knowing his uncle, he would just beat him for the hell of it. He didn't have to do anything wrong.
He walked up the stairs and to his room, closing the door before going back to sitting on his bed. He went under his pillow to get his knife.
'Maybe this just adds to my depression. No one loves me and no one will. My own family hates me.' he thought, putting the knife to the recent cut. He sliced the knife across his skin again. Watching as the blood once again, landed on the carpet.
He didn't know why he liked seeing his blood. To him, his blood was his life. The only way he could feel pain was to look at what he was taking away from himself. Sometimes, remembering the life he had taken away, despite he knew it had to be done.
After a while, he put the knife back under his pillow and looked at the cut. The bleeding has stopped, slowly turning a crusty red.
Harry sighed, as he got up and went to his closet. He didn't have many clothes, but they were enough. Luckily, Ron and his family had got him some clothes he could fit instead of wearing Dudley's old clothes.
He put on some green pajamas. After all, they were the color of his eyes. He walked back to his bed and got in it, pulling the covers over him.
As he thought about going back to Hogwarts in a couple of weeks, he slowly fell asleep.
The green-eyed teen was awoken from his peace by a loud bang. He instantly sat up, looking around to find the noise. But he saw nothing. He heard the banging again, realizing what it was.
His uncle was banging on his door. 'Probably here to give me my beating.' he thought.
It wasn't until he heard yelling that he scrambled out of bed, and unlocked his door to be met with his uncle who was still wearing a pair of jeans, a blue shirt and shoes. Harry wondered what time it was.
"Yes?" he asked, rubbing his eyes before putting his glasses on. As a response, he felt a slap to his face, making him stumble into his room.
He looked up to see his uncle in the doorway, walking into the room, slapping him again. This time making him fall to the floor.
Without time to react, he felt a kick in his stomach and ribs. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" he cried out, knowing that no one would save him. No one could hear his cries.
Time seemed to pass by slow as the pain kept racking though his body. His uncle's beatings were getting worse.
After what seemed like an eternity, his uncle stopped and the left the room, not saying a word. His uncle's beatings were getting worse every time he beat him.
Harry heard the door close as he looked at the floor. It was good thing that he didn't stumble on his bed or his uncle would have seen the knife. Last time that happened, it was a bad night. He could hardly walk the next day. He uncle beat him with out mercy.
Harry smiled slightly as he looked at the clock on his dresser. It was kinda hard to see it without his glasses, for they had been knocked off when he fell to the ground, but he still saw it. It was only 11:58.
Only two more minutes until his birthday. His 17th birthday.
You wouldn't have thought that it was his birthday. The way that he got treated in that house, he sometimes forgot. But he always get beat more on the night before his birthday than any other night.
That is one way to remember your birthday.
He saw the clock read 12:00. "Happy Birthday, Harry." he said, before pain coursed thorough his body. He tried not to scream out. He didn't want to wake up the house. That could lead to no food until he left. Not that they feed him anyway.
It felt like an electric wire was inside him, shooting every part of him with electrical pain.
Harry screamed, before he saw black.
Sitting in a green room with, pretty silver lining, was Draco Malfoy. The curtains around the bed were a see through black with silver running through it with dark and light green as the covers.
He sat on the king-sized bed as he looked at the clock, which read 11:55. He had been staring at the clock for almost an hour. It seemed that time couldn't go fast enough for him. He wanted it to be 12:00 already.
"Time isn't going to go any faster, even if you do stare at it." he heard a familiar voice say. "I would have thought that you would have learned that."
The young Malfoy turned around to see his godfather, in his doorway, walking in the room.
"I know that Sev, but I can't help but want to know who my mate is. I've come into my inheritance as a vampire for almost a month now and I still don't know who it is."
His godfather was Severus Snape. He had light skin, black hair and eyes. He is the Potions Professor at Hogwarts. He acts like an unpleasant person who doesn't care about anything or anyone, but once you get to know to him, you see that he cares deeply about his friends and family.
"Are you messing with Draco again, Sev?" another voice was heard and two other people came into the room.
"Hush, Lucius. I don't see how that is any business of yours." The Potions Master retorted.
Lucius Malfoy gave the other male a glare before turning back to his son. He has blonde hair, light colored skin, and grey eyes. His wife, Narcissa Malfoy stood next to him. A thin woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, and very pale skin.
"Are you okay, sweetie?" she asked, looking at her son.
Draco smiled. "I am fine mother." he answered, before looking at the clock that now read 12:00. Maybe time goes by faster when you are talking.
Without any sign, Draco doubled over in pain, his family looking at him knowing there was nothing they could do.
Draco had already known when he would find his mate. He also knew that there would be pain. Sev had told him earlier that day that he could take a potion that would limit that pain, but he refused.
The young Malfoy let out a cry of pain, before he hit the floor, his family unable to catch him before he fell. His body twisting and turning, trying to find a way to lessen the pain that was running through his body.
He opened his eyes, not knowing that he had closed them, to look at his mother, father, and godfather. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
He settled for a smile, instead, but the smile soon faded away, as another wave of pain ran though him.
"Mom?" he called, softly, almost unable to hear, if it weren't for the fact that she was vampire. As was his father and Severus.
"Yes, baby. I'm here." she said, just as softly, running to his side, holding him in her arms.
The smiled returned as he looked around to see his dad and godfather looking at him with concerned expressions. They tried not to show how worried they were, but it seemed that Draco was feeling more pain the he should have.
Maybe who ever his mate was was already in pain before they got their inheritance as Draco's mate. Soon, his godson would figure out who it was.
Draco let out another cry of pain, before his body went still. Draco laid in his mother's arms, sweat covering his body. His hair sticking to his forehead.
The three adults could tell that he was losing consciousness. They only heard one name before he lost consciousness.
"Harry…"
Moriah: Okay, that is the chapter. I really hope that you like it.
Harry: What the hell is wrong with me? What is happening to me?
Moriah: You will find out next chapter.
Draco: So I am a vampire?
Moriah: Yes, you are. But we will get more into that later.
Draco: Make sure that you review and be nice. First Harry Potter story.
Moriah: Yeah, if you have anything to say, or questions, please ask. I'll be happy to answer.
Until the next time I update…