-1Silver Wings & Tails of Love
Disc: not mine so don't sue
AN: ok peoples this chapter has been revamped and beta'd by the lovely danielavoldemort

Chapter One

It was turning out to be the worst summer ever at the Dursleys for one, Harry Potter also commonly referenced as the 'Chosen One'.

Over the past school year Dudley Dursley had discovered his interest in the male body. Oh the great ironies of fate. All the time Vernon Dursley had worried about that 'Potter boy' rubbing off on his family with his freakiness. And now the time had finally come to pass in the eyes of Mr. Dursley.

And thanks to this Uncle Vernon begin to moles- ... no. He was raping Harry Potter. After all he was all Potter's fault for Dudley being a 'pouter'. There could be no other reason for it than that "your abnormal freakiness had rubbed off onto his precious Dudders."

Sometimes Uncle Vernon asked Dudley to join. His reasoning being that "since you caused him to be this way you may as well be of some use to the family." Dudley for his part relished in the act. He may have discovered his latent homosexuality but that didn't mean he had found his humanity in between.

Aunt Petunia went on with her everyday life. She did not hear the screams. She did not see the bruises and bite marks. That is not to say she was not aware. No human being could live in such depravity without knowledge but she chose not to see the crimes her son and husband were committing.

As for Harry, he lived in denial. He was so ashamed and angry over what was taking place with his very own family that when Sirius and the others wrote him he just pretended like nothing was happening. In the beginning he had blamed the Dursleys. Then he moved onto himself but now Harry was starting to see Dumbledore's fault in the matter. Hadn't his first Hogwarts' letter been addressed to 'The Cupboard Under the Stairs'? Didn't he ask the Headmaster repeatedly to be allowed to stay at school and later with Sirius? And Ron and Hermione . . . they had known for a long time how badly the Dursleys treated him. After all if they couldn't tell something was wrong then maybe this was what he deserved.

Tonight had been another bad night in a series of horrible nights. Uncle Vernon and Dudley had left Harry lying on the floor after their nightly session. Dudley had recently discovered his own perverse fetish. Trying to make the freak cry. But that was one thing he wouldn't allow himself to do in the presence of them. He had promised himself they wouldn't see him cry ever. Cedric, his mum, his dad . . . they all deserved his tears but Vernon and Dudley Dursley didn't come close to that honor.

As he walked over to Hedwig's cage, he found himself on the brink but quickly pushed back his emotions. Somehow he managed to walk over to the window, open it, and unlock Hedwig's cage so she was able to hop out onto his arm.

"Go to Gringott's and wait for me. I'll be there as soon as I can, I promise." The snowy owl simply nipped on his ear and gave a small hoot before taking off into the sky.

Watching Hedwig fly off into the distance Harry muttered to himself, "I am getting out of here. I bloody can't take this hell anymore."

Turning back toward his room only enforced his plan. What was there in this place for him? His bed was set up against the far wall barely able to hold its own weight, let alone the weight of a scrawny teenager. The wardrobe stood empty save the few hand-me-downs Aunt Petunia deemed worth of Harry. No, this place held nothing for him anymore.

Briskly he walked over to the loose floorboard under his bed and pried the board loose. Emptying it out took less time that it should have, seeing as all of Harry's worldly good were in it. However, soon enough he had packed all his things into his trunk and shrunken everything down. Slipping it in the pocket of the robes he had lain out for his trip he checked once more around his former room for anything he might have left behind. "Finally wandless magic has done something good for me." Harry thought to himself.

On his bed lay a set of good school clothes. Deciding that he had remembered everything he snuck off to take a quick shower before he set off. As Harry scrubbed himself free of the dirt and Dursley clinging to his body he couldn't help but ponder what he was about it do. He still had no clear idea where he was going, but he knew he had to get out of here as soon as possible. Drying off took no time at all and before he knew it he was patting his pocket to check for his trunk and setting off. To where he didn't know but it had to be a spot bit better than this.

The park . . .. Even with all the 'Harry hunting' that took place in it Harry couldn't help but remember some of his few pleasant childhood memories. Halfway through the park it began to rain. The rain came down so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face; which combined with the moonless night is probably why he didn't notice the dark figure walking toward him.

Harry would have thought nothing of it. Strangers in the park after dark were not an odd occurrence. Heck, it was still the favorite spot of Dudders and his gang. But there was something not right about this ma– . . .. Was it a man? However once the cloaked figure passed Harry, he had to chuckle to himself. I am imagining things. Look that man is just strolling–

Any further train of thought was stopped as Harry was grabbed from behind. The man leaned over his catch and smiled. Harry on the other hand was not as impressed. He began to fight and claw his way up and down the body of his attacker. Even fighting with all his strength seemed to barely phase the stranger.

Soon enough the man decided enough was enough and thrush his hand into Harry's rat nest of hair. Jerking the boy's head to the left, he leaned over his prey and bit down. Hard.

Harry screamed out in pain as the vampire drank away from the open wound on his neck. Finally the vampire appeared to have drunk his fill and drew back from the now limp body in his arms. THUMP. TH-ump. Thump.

The boy's heartbeat was slowing down. "Ah, mon petit. You are such a fighter. And a wizard to boot. It does seem a shame to take you from this mortal coil so soon after having discovered the sweet taste of you."

With that said the man looked down once more before making his final decision and changing Harry Potter's life. Biting into his own wrist the vampire watched as the blood began to flow before he held his arm over the child's mouth.

"That's it, mon ange. Drink it all up." The vampire smirked down upon his new fledge as he finished his first taste of blood. The childe already looked healthier and was breathing easier. Seeing that there was nothing immediately wrong with the unconscious boy he scooped him into his arm and off into the night.

Although it was not to some romantic country estate but a broken-down, old house where he left boy lying on the cold, dirty floor.