Disclaimer: I own nothing. Characters are from J.K. Rowling. The facts and little parts of the story plot are from L.J. Smith and her wonderful books on vampires and the Night World. 'The Vampire Diaries' and the 'Night World' series.

Genre: AU and crossover of information. Characters are still from the Harry Potter books.

Summary: Draco, Harry, Hermione and Ron have known each other for as long as they could remember. Currently they live in a world filled with evil. In a world where when night falls, everyone flees because there is evil in the dark, and sometimes, even the team of four cannot bring enough light to banish it. Remus Lupin has not been introduced. None are wizards.

Beta: Linds, Rachael Chapman, Susanna, Karen.

NOTE: This is a repost because I am retarded and didn't post the version my wonderful beta, Karen, looked over. This was entirely my fault and I hope mistakes like this don't happen again. Here is the chapter again, edited wonderfully by Karen.

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The four walked through the woods, stepping as gently as they could on the fallen autumn leaves, which were damp from rain the previous day. Damp leaves were perfect to walk on as they were not hard and crunchy, giving them the slight advantage of silence.

They walked on under the moonlight. They had been hired by a man in a nearby village to hunt down a monster that was stealing people from their village.

It had finally got out of hand when the village leader's wife was taken some nights before and the team of the four 'Night Hunters' were called for the job.

Only by the light of the full moon would they find the monster. All of them had done this before. In fact, they had been doing it for as long as they could remember, all four now worked in perfection as a team. They could move and understand one another's moves and attacks. Working together, most of their lives, did that to people.

Finally, they heard rustling in the bushes and all four stopped in the middle of a narrow path. This was not the ideal place to hunt down the monster but they didn't have any choice and being together meant they could cope, they were always able to before.

Each of them took their own individual attack stance. The blonde and the red head in the front, while the brunette holding the pure silver sword was beside the man with the black hair in the back.

What came next though was a surprise for all four of them no matter how prepared they were. The werewolf leapt over the first two attackers as a means of escape but it was not ready for the other two behind. Seeing this, the werewolf jumped right onto the man with jet-black hair and slammed his head against a tree trunk.

The man fell unconscious and the monster prepared to bite him but as the head slumped forward and the glow of the moon hit the face all thought to kill vanished.

Even as a werewolf, the man beneath the curse could still feel, could still control, could still understand.

Before any of the others could attack, the werewolf wrapped the unconscious man in his arms and fled.

The blonde man ran, they all ran, but the blonde ran as if his life depended on it and in many ways, it did. He was not going to let the beast take that man. He refused to let that happen. The two of them had been through so much.

When the blonde man saw the cliff he smiled inwardly, glad for the close call. The man was saved he thought with relief, but then the idiot werewolf jumped and when the blonde reached the edge and peered down he saw nothing but the dark rippling water of the river below.

In that moment, his heart broke into countless pieces. Things were going to be different after this and he would not like them.

Three years later

"Draco, will you be hunting with us today?" asked the brunette.

The blonde shook his head. "It's been exactly three years today and besides, it's the same type."

The brunette gave the blonde man an understanding smile and nodded. "Draco, things will be alright in the end. We don't know if he died or not. There is still a chance."

Narrow grey eyes glared into the brown ones. "And you think that he would want to live as a monster? You think he wouldn't rather die if he was turned?"

"Draco, we don't know if he was turned."

"How could he not be? Hermione, you can't stop it once you've been bitten."

The brunette sighed. "Alright Draco, but I think you need to come with us today. Face your fears. You can't always run from this. You've been running for three years now, do you think Harry would want this? Do you think Harry would be proud of you for running?"

"I'm not running."

"Yes, you are. You are running from the one thing you fear the most. You are afraid that the next werewolf you kill will be Harry. You are afraid that perhaps next time a wolf will take either Ron or me, and you will once again be able to do nothing to stop it. Stop being afraid because it won't bring Harry back. Harry would want you to stand up to your fears because he would have stood up to his. If you say that Harry wouldn't want to live if he were turned then why are you afraid that the next wolf you kill could be him? You would be helping him."

"SHUT UP HERMIONE!" bellowed the blonde man. "You really don't know what it is like, do you? If Ron were turned, would you kill him? To know that you were the one to drive the burning silver sword through his heart, ending his life. How would you feel to have the lifeless body beneath you? Look into the eyes and recognize them as the eyes you've dreamed of for years? The eyes that made you forget? How would you feel?"

"You need to face it, Draco. Eventually, you need to face it. It's difficult working as a team of three but working as a team of two is even worse. If you change your mind, Ron and I are leaving at eleven. You don't need to come with us but please remember, Harry was strong, he was brave. He wouldn't have run and if you truly understood him, you wouldn't run either."

Later that evening

Hermione put the silver sword into the sheath at the side of her hip, her brown hair tied in a hurried ponytail at the nap of her neck.

She looked up as she heard a noise and smiled at the sight before her. "Draco, you're coming?"

The blonde smiled at what that could mean but surrendered to the girl's innocence and nodded.

Ron looked up and smiled as well. "It's good to have you back."

The blonde gave a firm nod before stepping into his boots and doing up the laces.

In five minutes, they were out the door and ready to go.

Hermione led them both into the forest since she'd walked the trail earlier when the sun was up as a preparation for the night.

The girl cleared the way with her silver sword, brushing branches away and cutting some off to clear an easier path for the other two.

They'd just entered the clearing when Hermione heard rustling.

The brunette looked around in front of her but saw nothing. Spinning around, she again saw nothing. This was odd; usually werewolves were noisy and stupid enough to be caught out in the open.

She narrowed her eyes, trying to adjust them to the dark but it didn't help. Then underneath the light of the moon, she saw a small flicker of darkness that was even darker than the shadow beneath the trees.

The brunette took one step towards the blackness while the other two backed her up. They stood behind her as a means to take over if she were to fail at whatever she attempted. This was always a plan that worked, except for that one time three years ago which had cost them greatly. The werewolf attacks had eased since then which made the villagers glad, but they had noticed at once that there were now three members instead of four. No one said anything.

They all froze as a figure stepped out from beneath the shadows of a tree.

They were wrong in thinking they were there to hunt werewolves. In fact, it was something much worse that they were not prepared for.

"Good evening," said a slow drawled voice. Upon realising that neither of the three were going to reply, the vampire continued, "You understand that silver won't save you from me, right?"

The brunette nodded but kept the sword drawn.

The vampire grinned at the irony of keeping a weapon out even if it was useless. "You hunt my slaves. My werewolf population has dropped because of you three. Good thing there are humans all over the place and we can change them any time."

"Give the humans back. They did nothing to you," Hermione demanded.

The two at the back, moved to her side.

"No, they haven't, but you three have. Now, if I get rid of you three then perhaps I won't need any more humans. Would that be a fair trade? I kill all three of you and leave them alone?"

"And how do we know you will keep to the trade?"

The vampire smiled. "You won't."

Two pointy fangs became very visible beneath the glow of the moon.

The vampire closed his lips and smiled at the reaction he received. "Then again, I could just kill you all now and not even bother with the trade, seeing as how all three of you are defenceless. Came well prepared to battle a werewolf but did nothing to protect yourselves against the creatures that really matter, like me."

The vampire took a few steps forward and all three of them could see now that he was actually very attractive. That is, if you like the tall, dark and mysteriously exotic type.

"My name is Sirius Black," voiced the vampire.

The trio stood in silence until Draco found courage. "We're not here to make friends. If you are here to kill us then do it quickly."

There was a smirk on Sirius' lips as he took another step forward towards Draco's direction.

"Ah yes, I was told about you."

Draco's eyebrows rose. "You were? By whom?"

The smile flooded Sirius' face. "Why by your beloved, of course."

The blonde's eyes widened as he whispered Harry's name like a breath of air.

The smile widened on the vampire's face. "Yes, that's him. He tasted wonderful. Did you know that?"

Anger filled Draco's eyes. "YOU BIT HIM?"

The vampire threw his head back and laughed crazily. "Yes I did. And I can bite him again if I want."

"You mean he's still alive?" asked Draco with a slight glimmer of hope in his voice.

"Yes, he is, but not for much longer. I've decided to change him."

The grey eyes dilated. "Change him into what, a monster like you?" Draco exclaimed.

"Yes, a monster, like me," spat Sirius, but his temper cooled when he remembered who held the upper hand. "In fact, he's watching you now. You know, three years gave me the chance to teach him a lot. I was able to teach him things none of you were able to teach him."

"Like how to hurt people?" asked Hermione with every drop of venom she had dripping from the words.

The vampire shook his head with an evil smile. "Like how to love."

Draco's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

The vampire smiled. "How to love. You know, take his manhood and-"

"YOU WHAT?" interrupted the blonde man rudely.

The vampire smiled some more. "I never knew they would be this fun, Harry," he said looking a little beyond them. The trio spun around. There they saw the man who had fought with them since they were children, standing beneath the light rays of the moon, his arms across his chest and a black cape around his shoulders that fell until it just touched the ground. His face was hard and unreadable. Nothing like the happy one filled with life that they had known. His face was now just as pale and colourless as Sirius', yet it somehow heightened his features giving them a more tantalising appearance. Harry was still as beautiful as ever.

"Harry…" whispered Draco as he took a step towards the figure beneath the tree. His eyes narrowed as the emerald green glared back at him, daring him to take another step forward.

The blonde stopped in his tracks. "Harry, what's wrong?"

There was a shrill laugh from behind them and they spun around again to see the face of Sirius once more.

"After all those months of agonizing blabber about his friends. Of his dear friend Ron who stood by him through everything, and of the beautiful warrior princess who protected his life time and time again, and of the damned love whom he refused to betray. You didn't think I would put up with it all did you?"

Ron's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

Sirius sneered. "Why, it took a great deal of energy of course, but we've managed to erase the past from his memories."

The three stood in the middle of the clearing, eyes wide in shock.

Suddenly there was a flash of darkness and Harry was at Sirius' side. Arms quickly wrapping around the older vampire's neck with his gaze fixed on Black's face.

Sirius wrapped an arm around Harry's waist pulling the young man closer to him and stared intently into his eyes.

"You see, he belongs to me now. Harry wants to be what I am, don't you Harry? And I think it's time for him to change," spoke the vampire, his intent black eyes never leaving the emerald jewels.

There was a smile on Harry's face as the young man nodded.

Sirius tilted Harry's head to the side and he didn't protest.

The fangs in Black's mouth became visible once again as his black pupils turned red. They pierced into Harry's soft pale neck.

Draco stepped forward but Hermione held out her hand to stop him.

The blonde's eyes never left the face of his love. The expression of pain on Harry's face quickly vanished and was replaced with a look of pure ecstasy.

The longer the vampire kept his lips attached to the pale throat the paler Harry's features became.

Finally pulling away, Sirius held onto the almost limp body.

Piercing his own free wrist with his fangs, the vampire bled and held the blood to Harry's lips. They parted willingly and smiled as the young man drank it.

Now it was Sirius's turn to look as though he was in ecstasy.

Draco watched as Harry sucked the wound of blood. He even watched as Harry gave the wound one last lick, running his tongue over the cut as if sealing it up with his saliva and then using his tongue to push the wrist away.

"Are you sure that's enough for you, love?" asked Sirius.

Harry smiled. "Yes."

'Love' was the only word running through Draco's mind. Sirius called Harry love. SIRIUS CALLED HARRY LOVE! There was no way the blonde was going to let him get away with this. Tearing free from Hermione's hold, he jumped at the two vampires.

Sirius and Harry both anticipated the movement and Sirius moved away as Harry took Draco in his arms.

The blonde starred up into the emerald eyes in shock. He couldn't move, couldn't breath. He couldn't do anything. What could he do? Wasn't this what he had asked for since the moment he laid eyes on Harry? Wasn't this the moment that he had craved for since exactly three years earlier when Harry was taken from him? Now that he was in the position, in the arms of the one he loved, he was afraid. That was when he realized that he had never felt afraid when Harry was around before. There were things in Draco's past that he would never want to come upon again, they scared him, that was why he had fallen in love with Harry in the first place. Harry took that away. Harry took the past away. Harry gave him life, gave him hope and gave him a new beginning.

But not this Harry. This Harry gave him fear, gave him death. This wasn't the Harry he knew. This wasn't the Harry he loved, but as Draco's grey eyes looked into the emerald depths, to his surprise, he saw something. He saw a flicker of the old Harry. He was still in there and if Draco remembered correctly that meant that Harry wasn't a vampire yet.

Before Harry could bite into Draco's neck, the blonde spoke. "How many times did you exchange blood with him, Sirius?"

The older vampire was taken aback by the bravery of the blonde. "Twice."

Draco smiled as knowledge and relief hit him. "That's not enough."

Sirius narrowed his eyes and Draco felt the movement of the body next to him. "No, but that doesn't mean I can't take you."

With that Sirius grabbed Draco from Harry's arms and drew back his teeth. One hand reached into the blonde hair and yanked at it so his neck was exposed.

Harry's eyes narrowed. He loved Sirius but no one grabs from Harry. No one. Harry growled and Sirius froze, immediately recognizing the ascending anger.

"Harry, he needs to die. You're not ready yet so I'll do it."

"No." Harry replied.

Sirius lowered Draco's body but didn't loosen the grip as he raised an eyebrow at the young man before him. "No?"

"No. I want him. We can save him until I'm ready. But I get him."

The older vampire pondered this but a smile soon flickered on his face. "Yes, I think that would be a great idea." Sirius leaned down to Draco's ear and whispered, "The one you love is going to kill you. Oh, the dramatic irony of it all. How does THAT make you feel?"

Draco's eyes widened. "How did you-"

Another smile flickered across Sirius' face. "Being a vampire gives you great strengths; one of them is the ability to mind read. I do my research DRACO. I watch you and now I know what my competition is."

"You didn't let him change into a werewolf," stated a voice from the clearing.

Sirius shoved Draco onto the ground in a heap. He straightened up and located the voice in which the question had come from. "Why would I do that and waste something as beautiful as Harry? He deserved to be something more. He deserved to be something more elegant and less beastlike."

"And you don't think you're a beast? You take life. You're already dead. You should have died when you had the chance," Hermione spat.

Sirius looked bored. "Look, I don't have time for this," he said, his gaze shifting and landing on the emerald green eyes. "We should get back. Let the werewolves take those two?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't care as long as I get this one," he said nudging Draco's body with his foot.

The blonde was shocked at the way Harry addressed him so insensitively. How could Harry do that? Just leave him lying on the ground like that? Of course, Harry's memory was erased, but still, didn't he remember Draco at all? Didn't he remember their love at all?

Sirius nodded. He took Draco's body in his arms and the three of them disappeared.

Hermione and Ron panicked. Draco and Harry were both gone now, leaving the two of them in the middle of the clearing, totally vulnerable and unaware of how many werewolves and vampires were out there and hungry.