Warning: I am only going to write this once: Slash, Cussing. It is rated M for a reason. If you don't like this crap then don't read it.

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Disclaimer: None of this crap is mine. Prolly not even the idea. It belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Chapter One

"I can't believe I can't go with them. No! I have to have detention with Snape. I hate the git." Harry was storming around his dorm room, throwing dirty socks and books all around. "First Hogsmead weekend and I can't even go." He sat in huff, staring dejectided out the window. Hedwig hooted softly and flew over to perch lightly on he head of his bed. "Sorry girl. I'll quit yelling." He got up and walked out to the common room. It was as deserted as the dorms, not a single person in any of the comfy chairs or couches. He was still ranting even though it was the evening.

Well I guess I could go for a walk, he thought and walked out of Gryffindor Tower. His feet made little noise on the stone floor, footsteps a slight echo through the empty halls. He wound his way along the halls, past the entrance hall and out into the courtyard.

He walked over the soft green grass, the dying sunlight playing pictures over the ground, colors roamed the sky like deer do in an empty wood. He entered through an overgrown archway, hips and slim shoulders brushing the leaves, but he made no effort to stop the conntact. That was something he learned he found comfort in. The greenness of the leaves after a summer rain, the way the wind seemed to talk as it moved through the trees, or the soothing music a bubbling stream gave off in the middle of the night. He knew the forbidden forrest like he knew the familiar halls of Hogwarts. He should, he had spent enough time in this forrest, just trying to find a quiet place just to think, or to write his poems.

Harry spent most of his nights walking through these woods. He didn't sleep much these days, he couldn't. Not with the scenes Voldemort sent him, or the nightmares about Cedric or his parent's deaths. Not even the Dreamless Sleep, which he had learned to brew over the summer, could stop them. Of course it didn't help that by this time tomorrow Ron and Hermione will have ditched him. He was gay, he knew it and they didn't. They had made their oppinion clear on the subject, they hated them. He was going to tell them in the Great Hall, he hoped that that detered them from making a huge scene, but probably not. He didn't care what anyone thought of him anymore, he was tired lying to them and himself.

He hadn't realized he'd walked as far as he did as he thought, he'd made it all the way to the old, knoted tree that was a good half-mile from the entrace he'd taken. With thoughts of tomorrow's upcoming drama and tonight's dtetention with Snape he headed back toward the school, ignoring the eyes that followed him the whole way and the way the branches swayed yet their was no breeze.

The next night at supper the Golden Trio was sitting at one end of the house table, it seemed everybody could sense the tension that surounded Harry and stayed clear of them.

"Hey mate, what was so important you needed to tell us in a crowded place?" Ron asked me, his face showing his worry, worry that will probably change into disgust in the next few minutes.

"Yeah," Hermione piped up after Ron, "it can't be too bad." I just looked at her with a knowing gaze. She sent me a curious look before it turned back to worry.

"I'm gay." I told them. I didn't even think about it, I knew I had to say it outright or they wouldn't believe I was serious. There was a stunned silence for all of 2 minutes before either moved. Hermione stood slowly, Ron flew out of his seat. Both were looking at me in pure disgust and hatred. I stood right in front of Hermione, Ron on her left. Both were facing me, I noticed that the great hall had gone silent, all watching the fallout of the Golden Trio. For that is what it was, a fallout. We would never be best friends again, never go on amazing adventures wih each other. I guess some part of my heart was still hoping they'd accept me for who I am, for when they spoke next I could feel part of me shatter. The part, and a big one, that I held in my heart for them. My first two friends, my commrads against Voldemort, my companions afterwards.

"You are disgusting!" Hermione spat. The slap she landed on my cheek resounded around the silent hall, shocking everyone.

"I can't believe I called you my best friend." Ron told me, a mixture of anger and disappointment in his voice. He swung his arm back and punched me in the gut. I doubled over, not doing anything. I knew I couln't fight him off, he was a good foot and a half taller than me, not to metion much more muscular. I straighted back up as best I could, my arms still wrapped around my middle. Ron now had a goblet of water in his shaking hand, Hermione turned and stormed out of the hall, a flurry of black robes and bushy hair. "Go to hell. You should have died in that graveyard instead of Diggory, at least he was good at something other than geting people killed!" He shouted, dumping the goblet over my head, soaking my hair, shoulders, and part of the front and back of my robes. I had only one answer to his statement, the one that would shock most.

"I know Ron, you have no idea how much I know that's true. I would change it, you know I would. If I could go back to the day I killed Voldemort with the knowledge I have now, I would have killed myself when I was younger, maybe while I lived with the Dursleys, maybe once I got to the wizardng world. I know." I told him sadly, regret lacing my voice. "I know I don't deserve to live. And I won't much longer." He added at the end in a voice too quiet for anyone to hear, or at least anyone with human hearing. So as Harry walked out of the Geat Hall sopping wet, Severus Snape was sitting at the head table going over Harry's troubling words. But soon he had to leave and go meet with his clan because Diamond said he had important news.

The whole great hall was silent, too stunned to speak. Even the slytherins were quiet, going over the scene that had happened before them in their heads. One slytherin, Draco Malfoy, was extremely curious about what had happened to make Granger and the Weasel turn their backs on Potter.

Diamond was estatic. He had found him, his mate. The only problem was he wasn't a vampire yet. But that problem was to be fixed this night, for his mate always came into the woods at night. Sometimes he would sit by the stream, his black hair glowing in the moonlight, and write in a spiral. Diamond never got to read what he wrote but sometimes it caused the boy to cry softly, never making a sound. Diamond thought it was a beautiful sight. His mates beauiful porcelain skin streaked with tears that glisened in the moonlight.

But he was also distraught. His mate was sad and he couldn't comfort him, couldn't hold him or rock him gently as he cried.

He had been watching him for months, waiting for him during the night until he entered the woods. Diamond knew he wouldn't be able to resist the bond any longer. The only reason his mate couldn't feel the pull was because he hadn't yet seen Diamond. Diamond had never allowed that, he had wanted to observe him first. Learn the way he acted in private. But as soon as he saw Diamond he would feel the pull, the longing, to be as close to him as he could.

He was supposed to meet with his clan tonight to tell them the news. It was always a big thing when a vampire found him mate because it didn't happen all that often. Only one other of his clan had found his mate and they now lived together in The Caves.

Jack had found Lizzy when he was hunting one night and had taken her on the spot. Lizzy hadn't spoken to him for 6 months after her change. But after Jack had apologized profusly she had given in to the strong bond. They had now been together for about 10 years.

I lept from the fallen log that I had just climbed over and entered the cave, going into the main room. There all the clan was seated, waiting for my arrival.

"Alright Dia. Tell us why you dragged me here." Severus said, his drawl bored, but you could see the curiosity in his black eyes.

"Yeah. Why are we here? You wouldn't tell me when you called." Jack asked next, Lizzy sitting beside him, studying me intently. If anyone was to guess what my news was then she would. She looked at my face closely, my peaceful smile, the happiness and love warring over dominace in my eyes. It must have clicked what it was because she jumped up and hugged me for all her worth. He red hair tickling my nose.

"Really?" I just nodded as my smile got wider. She backed off me and started jumping up and down, firing questions at me. "Who? When? How?" Severus and Jack looked even more confused then before.

"What is she talking about?" Severus demanded. Lizzy looked at them and then started bouncing again.

"He found his mate! He found them!" She yelled, bouncing over to Jack to pull him up and dance with him around the room.

Jack looked to me for confirmation and I nodded again. He walked over and clapped me on the back.

"So who's the lucky broad?" He asked me. I hesitated. I didn't know my angels name, just that he visited the wood every night.

"Um...I don't know his name." I told them. They just looked at me. "I've know he was my mate for about 7 months. I watch him every night. He comes into the woods, spends all night just writing or listening to the streams music. Never does sleep though, not once. But gods, he's beautiul when he cries. He does that sometimes when he's writing. Just cries softly. That's when it's hardest to resist holding him." I realized I'd gone off into a rant and stopped, looking sheepishly at the others. Jack and Lizzy looked bemused, Severus looked at me proudly.

Severus was the one who helped me wen I was just a fledgling, abandoned by my creator. He was like a father to me and was proud that I had found my mate.

"Congratulations Diamond. I take it you will be changing him tonight, if you are choosing to tell us now?" He asked, smiling at me, his hand resting on my shoulder.

"Yeah. I should probably go. He usually makes it to the clearing at about midnight. Can you three get this place ready for the next three days? The minute I get my hands on him I can tell that I'm not gonna wanna let him go for a while. I'll see you soon." I walked out of the cave and headed toward the clearing. It was about 2 in the norning, so I knew he would be there.

When I entered the clearing the sight that greeted me was one I wouldn't forget for years to come, no matter how much I wanted to.