A/n : ok guys this is off a book I read, and I really really liked the story over all . And I could just see Harry and Draco fit into it so I'm using the plot and stuff from the book so its not mine I'm just using it in my own sick twisted little pleasure ^^

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine they belong to J.K Rowling and the plot is from a book called "Dark Challenges" by Christine Feehan so I'm just sort of twisting it in my own little way thank you very much and enjoy the story

Draco Malfoy hesitated out side the door to the crowded bar. He had come to this city for one last errand before he would choose Carpathian's eternal rest. Almost an ancient of his race, he was weary of the centuries of living in a stark gray world void of intense colors and emotions known to the younger males of his kind, or those who had found a life mate. Still , he had one last goal to accomplish, one more thing asked of him by his prince, and then he could meet the life-destroying dawn with an easy mind . It wasn't that he was on the verge of losing his soul, of turning vampire; he could hold out longer should he choose. It was the bleakness of his life, stretching an eternity before him, that had dictated his decision.

Yet he could not refuse this errand. In the long centuries of his existence, he felt he had given little to his dwindling race. True, he was a vampire hunter, one of the more powerful, which was considered a great thing among his people. But he knew, as did most of their successful hunters, hat it was the Carpathian male's killer instinct, not any special talent that made him so brilliant at what he did. Remus. Their people's greatest healer, second only to the prince , had sent word to him that this man he now sought, this singer, was on the hit list of a fanatical society of human vampire hunters, who often mistakenly targeted unusual mortals, as well as Carpathians, in their murderous zeal. The society had very primitive notions of what made a vampire-as if avoiding daylight or feeding on blood alone rendered one soulless, evil, and undead. Draco and his kind were living proof that nothing could be further than the truth.

Draco knew why the task of warning and protecting the singer had been given to him. Remus was determined not to lose him to the dawn. The healer could read what was in Draco's mind, realized that he had chosen to end his barren existence .But he also knew that once Draco gave his word to protect the human from the society of killers, he would not stop until he was safe. Remus was buying time for him. But it would do no good.

Draco had spent many lifetimes, century after century apart from his people, including his own twin brother. Draco was a loner even in a race made up of solitary males. His species , the Carpathian race was dying out, their prince desperately attempting to find ways to give his people hope. To find ways to keep their children alive, to bolster their dwindling numbers. Draco , however, had no choice but to remain solitary, to run with the wolves, to soar with the birds of prey, to hunt with the panthers. The few times he walked among humans, it was usually to fight. But he had spent most of his years walking alone, unseen. Undetected by even his own kind.

For several moments he stood still, reliving the memory of his childhood folly, that terrible moment he had stepped upon a path that had, for eternity changed his life.

He had been but twelve summers. Even then his terrible, unquenchable thirst for knowledge had been upon him. He had always been inseparable from his twin brother, Neville. [1] yet that day he had heard a far-off call. A summons he couldn't resist. He had been filled with the joy of discovery back then, and he had slipped away, following the lure of unspoken promise. The network of caves he discovered was honeycombed deep within the mountain. Inside he met the most amazing wizard-personable , handsome, and willing to impart his vast knowledge to a young, eager apprentice. At the age of twelve, Draco thought it all a game.

Looking back, Draco questioned if he had wanted knowledge so much he deliberately ignored the warning signs. He had mastered many knew powers, but there had come a day when the truth hit him in the face with its stark ugliness. He had arrived early to the caves and hearing screams, rushed inside to discover his young, handsome friend was the most loathsome of all creatures, a true monster, a cold blooded killer-a Carpathian who had yielded his soul and turned vampire. At twelve Draco did not have sufficient powers and skill to save the hapless victims as the vampire drained there blood completely, seeking not just sustenance, as a Carpathian would , but the subjects death.

That memory was etched into Draco's minds for all time. The streaming blood. The unearthly screams. The horror.

Then came the moment when the vampires hand griped the once-admiring pupil, and dragged him close enough to smell his fetid breath, to hear his taunting laughter. Then the teeth –fangs now-were tearing into his body, painful and vulgar. But worse, Draco wasn't allowed death , as the vampire had given his other victims. He remembered the way the undead creature had slashed his own wrist and forced it to Draco's mouth , had brutally forced him to accept the tainted blood, to exchange blood with the most unholy creatures, bringing him into his powers, beginning the process that would make Draco his slave, that connected them for all time.

The shame had not ended there. The vampire had immediately begun to use the boy against his will, as his eyes and ears, to spy on those of his former race he now wished to destroy . He had the talent to eavesdrop through Draco on their prince or the healer when the boy was near them. He had taunted Draco that he would destroy his own brother Neville. And Draco had known it possible; he had felt the darkness spreading within him. At time he felt the vampire's eye's looking through his own. Several times Neville had barely escaped by a mere hairsbreadth that Draco later recognized he had inadvertently set him self from the vampire's strong compulsion.

And so many centuries ago, Draco had made a vow to lead a solitary life, to keep his people and his beloved twin safe from the vampire and himself. He had hunted and killed countless vampire's but the one who fashioned his life so brutally always eluded him.

Draco was now taller and much more muscular than many of his race and while most had dark hair and eyes, he was not like them. He had long thick silvery blond hair he tied at the nape of his neck with a leather thong. His eyes a deep silver and he often used there smoldering, mesmerizing fire to hypnotize his prey. Now though, he gazed about the street , seeing nothing yet to account for his unease, and he moved forward like the predator he was, fluidly, muscles rippling under his sleek pale skin. When needed he could be as still as the mountains, and as relentlessly unyielding. He could be the rush of the wind, like flowing water. He had tremendous gifts, he could speak in many tongues, but he was always alone.

Draco heard conversations, so many of them, from the interior of the bar. He felt the excitement of those inside. The patrons seemed enthralled by the singing group they were waiting to hear. Evidently the band was intensely popular, and recording companies were screaming for deals, but the performers refused to sign with anyone. Instead, they traveled like old fashion minstrels , from town to town , never employing outside musicians or technicians always performing only their songs. The odd reclusive nature of the troupe, along with the lead singer's voice, described as hauntingly beautiful , mesmerizing, nearly magical, had drawn unwanted attention of the society of vampire hunters.

Draco inhaled deeply, and caught the scent of blood. Instantly hunger beat at him, reminding him he had not fed this night He stood outside seemingly unseen by humans clamoring to get in or by the security guards standing silently at the entrance. He would go in deliver his warning to the singer of the danger he was in, and get out. Hopefully the man would listen and his duty would be done. If not, he would have no choice but to continue to endure his terrible solitary existence until he could make certain he was safe. And he was tired. He no longer wanted to endure.

He began to move then weaving silently through the crowed . at the door two men both tall and menacing. The one with the long hair looked like some one to contend with; he even looked vaguely familiar Draco became but a rush of cold air as he glided past, hidden from sight yet walking confidently among the crowed of humans.. still, the guard with the long hair turned his head, black eyes searching restlessly, resting on Draco briefly even though Draco was invisible . The guard was clearly uneasy, out of the corner of his eye Draco saw him turn his head this way and that before his icy gaze swung back to follow Draco's movement through the crowded bar.

Then he smelled them, The enemy, had they reached the singer before he had?

He swore eloquently, Draco moved with preternatural speed to the mans dressing room. He was to late the man was gone already making his way towards the stage with the other band members. Only two spotted leopards were left curled up in the corner of the small room, simultaneously there heads turned toward him, all senses alert.

"where is he my friends?" he asked softly "I have come to save his life. Tell me were he is before his enemies kill him."

The male cat crouched low exposing long canines that could grab, hold, and puncture it's prey. The female crouched even lower, ready to spring. Draco felt the familiar sense of brotherhood he always did when he encountered a member of the panthera pardus family, and yet when he reached for the leopards mind he found he could not control them, only confuse them a bit, slowing their reaction time. Then the male cat began its move, a slow stalking, head down, eyes fixed on him, it's slow-motion manner preliminary to the explosion of speed preceding a kill. Draco didn't want to kill such a beautiful creature, so he quickly slipped out the door closing it firmly behind him, and headed toward the sound of thunderous applause.

The band began to play the opening song, the he heard the boy's voice . Haunting mystical notes that actually hung in the air like silver and gold with fire. He actually saw the notes, saw silver and gold dancing in front of his eyes. Draco stopped dead in his tracks, a shock ripping through him. He stared at the hallway. The tattered wall paper was lined with red. It had been eight hundred years since Draco had seen anything in color. It was the fate of Carpathian males beyond there youth to lose all emotion and colors, to struggle in a bleak gray existence unless a lifemate appeared to balance their darkness with their goodness. Only then would color an emotion be restored- only few males of the Carpathian race kept their color and emotion past their youth. And life mates were rare , surely Draco would not be blessed with a mate?

A/n : ok guys bare with me this is my last try at a long fic so please give me some slack ok and feed back will be highly , highly appreciated thank you and don't forget to review ^^