DISCLAIMER: Adopted from the original works of J.K

Oblivion

Harry feeling claustrophobic, pulled off the invisibility cloak that he had remained enshrouded in the entire evening and staggered blindly into the dark, smelly alley behind the pub that he'd just vacated, collapsing on to the ground in a messy heap while squinting at the magnificent mural of a detailed eye on the opposite wall.

"Yes I'm pathetic" he glared defensively at the eye, speaking in a voice that was slurred from consuming alcohol way past his tolerance level. Fumbling around clumsily for something in his pocket, he pulled out a tiny mirror from within its hidden recesses and brought it close to his mouth, fogging up its silvery surface with his warm breath.

"Uncle Vernon found out yesterday that you'd died" he whispered, peering down at his own tired face but was mentally replacing it with his Godfather's instead. "Dumbledore wrote me a letter yesterday (the first I've received all summer from anyone), carrying all the details of your will and it was promptly stolen by my 'beloved' family when Petunia saw the owl. I ended up locked inside my room for the entire day after that with the stupid walrus implying that you weren't there to protect me anymore and then proceeded to starve me 'for conveniently forgetting to inform them about you' till the morning."

He closed his eyes to stop the tears from coming but the absolute darkness that he was plunged into, made him feel nauseous and lightheaded so he opened them again clenching his fists against the smooth mirror instead as if trying to hold on to reality.

"I'm sixteen bloody years today" he laughed bitterly "and the only thing I've achieved off late is managing to give Tonks the slip by using dad's cloak and coming here" he sniggered, still floating from the after effects of booze.

"Followed my whale of a cousin to this pub (the bloke has a fake I.D for crying out aloud!) And stole a couple of drinks from the bar when no one was looking but ironically enough, for all of my efforts, I hated it! No one bothered to mention that it burns" he grumbled "But…at least it made me stop thinking about last year, about you, for one whole hour and so I drank and drank until I felt sick."

Placing his head on his bent knees, a single tear rolled down the side of his face and he wiped it off rather viciously against the cloth of his pant. "Everyone's assured me that you didn't die because of me, that it was your recklessness that caused it but I'm not an idiot, I know that I was a loose cannon by the end of the year, that no matter what, I'd made a foolish choice and you're the one who ended up paying for it."

"When Dumbledore's letter came yesterday it sounded so contrite, so understanding but I felt more trapped and angry that I've ever felt before. I…can't find it in me to forgive him yet, not after what he did to the both of us, not after pushing you to the very end of your tether. Sometimes I can't sleep because all I want to do is escape and abandon everything, leave everyone behind and start anew but then something always reminds me that there is no escape, like how Neville's grand mom cornered me at the station and praised me for my initiative, for helping Neville…" he snorted loudly, startling a stray cat into upending a dustbin before leaping up towards the roof and disappearing into the night.

"I hear his (Neville's) screams sometimes in the night even now and I wonder, what would she have said had he died that day instead, would she have still been so proud and happy? Every time I think of him now, I think of that damn prophecy and how narrowly he missed my fate and I begin feeling…discouraged?...Jealous? I don't even know what I feel anymore!"

Feeling tired and drowsy he tried shutting his eyes again and this time felt more at peace with himself. Talking to that mirror, felt like talking to Sirius himself. The ease with which they used to discuss personal stuff, the comfort that they'd felt in each other's presence before the tragedy had happened was somehow still there even now when he held that precious piece of glass.

He had almost dozed off to sleep on the grimy floor underneath him when he felt someone stroke his cheek almost lovingly. Lifting his heavy eyelids, he found himself looking into two hypnotically warm, amber eyes that were gazing back at him with an intensity that left him squirming with an uncomfortable sensation that he simply could not put a name to.

The eyes belonged to a boy around his age and he was so strikingly beautiful that he almost looked ethereal in the moonlight. "Who…who are you?" Harry mumbled, feeling strangely lethargic and dreamlike "What do you want from me?"

"Delicious" the boy whispered, in a smooth, honeyed voice ignoring his questions completely. "Your blood smells like nothing I've ever tasted before. So potent, so alluring, taunting, teasing…" he pressed his nose into Harry's throat, breathing in his scent deeply and shuddering as if he could barely manage restraining himself.

"You're…a man" Harry looked at him shocked, while not arguing about the more pressing matters of him being a virtual stranger and that he Harry had become immobile and was now stuck in a rather vulnerable position. "I don't…I'm not…"

Again the man drew his eyes towards him and said carelessly "But I want you" as if his opinion was irrelevant, his voice having an almost soporific effect over Harry's thoughts and usually strong will, leaving him entirely compliant. "Yours" Harry repeated in an expressionless voice, not struggling any further as if the matter had been settled and allowed himself to be pulled into a rough embrace.

"Where do you live little one?" The stranger asked him, his cool breath making Harry shiver from that same inexplicable emotion. "Pri…Privet Drive, No. 4" he answered, his breath hitching as the man slowly sucked on the sensitive skin beneath his ear.

"Mmm..good…now, close your eyes for me little one" he coaxed him, tightening his hold over Harry's body which melded seamlessly into his own, making him moan softly with desire. A swift breeze suddenly swept past them out of nowhere and Harry on opening his eyes, found to his immense surprise that they were standing on the porch of his uncle's home!

"We're here" the other boy prompted him and Harry unthinkingly, still firmly trapped under his influence nodded letting him into the silent house before closing the door behind them noiselessly.

Gently tugging the on the stranger's shirt, he pulled him towards his miserably small room and they had barely crossed its threshold when he found himself being pushed up against the wall, trembling as the man kissed him deeply. Biting, licking and sucking fervently on his lips, until he was resting bonelessly against him, feeling strangely exhausted.

Lifting Harry Pieta style and wondering how the boy could feel so weightless, he placed him on the narrow lumpy bed watching him indulgently as he curled up over its softness with a happy sigh. Slowly unbuttoning the overly large shirt that he was wearing, he gently caressed the side of his neck and smiled when his prey leaned willingly into his touch only stopping when he discovered the strong pulse of his arteries.

"You are so full of life, so beautiful" Marcus spoke with a hint of awe in his voice. "Never before have I felt such need, such thirst…" he bent his head down and licked him sensuously over that same thrumming focus on his body that held his interest.

"I will take only a little" he promised the now incoherent boy beneath him who arched his neck in answer, making Marcus's mouth water from the unmistakable invitation even if it was one that he'd deluded the boy into making and sank his sharp incisors into the flushed skin, groaning deeply when the first drop of his victim's blood fell on to the surface of his sensitive tongue.

Harry was gone. He had become a writhing mass of nerves in Marcus's hands, moving almost wantonly, shamelessly against him as he steadily lost more and more of his blood. Slowly but unerringly, he slipped into unconsciousness when the vampire took and took from him, giving him what he'd most coveted all summer long, Oblivion.

'I can't stop' Marcus thought drunkenly as he drained the younger boy slowly, feeling his heart rate pick up under the strain of the massive blood loss but finding himself unwilling to stop. "I'm sorry little one" he breathed and saw that the pleasure had finally vanished from Harry's face becoming one of incomprehension and fear as he feebly protested under the strain.

Looking into the beguiling green eyes that were starting to tear, he placed his wrist over Harry's dry lips and said "Bite" before resuming his need to feed. Harry feeling the order reverberate throughout his body, sank his teeth into the man's wrists and felt his skin give way much too easily, allowing his blood to trickle down his own throat.

'I'm going to kill him' Marco thought sadly, feeling the end draw closer when he suddenly felt a startling change color the taste of the boy's blood making it seem strangely compelling and darkly magical, spurning him to suck harder when he felt a powerful, ugly, almost evil aura grow and expand inside of him, consuming him, burning him from the insides of his very core and he was unceremoniously thrown off the now unmoving body beneath him.

"Ahhh!" He cried softly as the pain came in waves, his skin flaking away like ash, exposing the flesh underneath it that was also starting to smolder. "Help!" He begged, clawing the empty air in front of him and then his eyes rolled up and he burst into green flames that seemed to last for a fraction of a second before he disappeared entirely from the room, the world, the universe and unknowingly took with him a tiny fragment of the world's Darkest wizard in history that had been residing in Harry's body for nealy fifteen years!

Harry felt a strange calm come over him like he'd just lost some filthy, murky part within him, feeling relived and exhausted at the same time. 'I'm free' he thought astonished 'Why do I feel so free?' he knitted his brows in confusion but his sudden clarity slowly petered off as he felt himself succumb to his fatigue.

'I'm dying' was his last thought 'Feeling alive like never before but dying' he gave a tiny smirk at the random thought and fell into the deep chasm of nothingness.

Dumbledore stood up startled when he saw the light indicating the strength of the wards over Harry's home flicker. "Faw…" he was about to send the bird to warn the other members in the order of coming dangers when the flicker died down on its own accord and instead began glowing brighter than ever before.

'What…' Dumbledore frowned at the sudden influx of power. 'Had something happened?' Sitting back down on his chair, he decided to wait and see if anything else happened before rushing off anywhere but after about half an hour of staring fixedly at the now steadily pulsing light, he sighed in satisfaction that all still seemed to be in order and headed off towards his chambers for some much needed sleep.