Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The world and characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I only own this plot line.
Warning: This fic contains sexual material of an explicit nature. NC 17
A/N: Takes place after, and as a different ending for DH. Hence, there are many spoilers. I got carried away though; some dead characters come back sort of. (You have to have read book 7 to get this) This is my first attempt at writing a story longer than 1000 words, and my first fan fic. Let me know what you think.
The Vamp: A Harry Potter Slash Fic
Chapter One: A New BeginningHarry was lying in the hospital wing in the bed he was all too familiar with. He couldn't remember being moved here, all he knew was that one moment he had been fighting countless Death Eaters and had finally killed Voldermort and the next he woke up in the hospital wing, lying on his side, with a strange tingling feeling on his neck and the feeling that something was different.
He then realized that his glasses were gone and he could see perfectly. 'That must be what's different.' He started to wonder what had happened to put him in here, but just as he started thinking, Madam Pomfrey walked in and began to cry. Harry had never seen her cry before. He had never seen her sad and confused like this. He had only ever seen her either calm, angry or pitying, but always she would do what she was there for and leave just as briskly. She then sprinted over to him and hugged him furiously. " I must inform Minerva. She will be very pleased to hear you have woken up." With that, she walked out of the room.
It took Harry a few moments to realize that he wasn't the only seventh year in the room. Then he saw him. Draco Malfoy, unconscious on the bed to his left. Harry was feeling conflicted as he gazed at the limp pale form next to him. He couldn't decide if he should get up and hug him, 'did I just think that? I must be more insane than everyone thought I was before…' (He cringed.) Or if he should slap him. So Harry did the only thing that seemed logical. He just sat there and thought about why they didn't get along in the first place.
Harry remembered his first day at Hogwarts, that it had been him who had started their feud. He remembered when he had denied Draco his friendship, simply by refusing to shake his hand. He remembered the hurt look in his eyes. Why had he never realized that before? Why could he remember something so small now, that he hadn't even noticed when it happened? His brain was starting to hurt. So he decided to think about something else. The problem was, all of his thoughts came back to Draco. 'Wait…when did Malfoy become Draco?' another thing that must have changed while he was out, he thought.
Harry was gazing at Draco, admiring his bravery, 'Yes. That must be what it is. His bravery.' Harry told himself, ignoring the fact that he found Draco very attractive.
Just about that time Minerva came in looking worried. Harry found himself being crushed in what was close to the most extreme hug he had ever experienced. As she was hugging him, she started to sob. " We didn't know if you would wake up." She said when she managed to stop crying.
"We…we were so worried that…that…what do you remember?" she asked, switching thoughts mid sentence. That confused Harry so he thought for a moment. "I remember killing Voldermort, and waking up here." He decided honesty would be more productive. "What happened to me? I feel…different…" Minerva looked shocked for a moment, and obviously had to think about what she was going to say. Her shocked expression was replaced with the face of someone who was about to tell their patient they were dieing. "How do you feel different?" was all she managed to say.
Harry was not used to this. The confusing expression from his head of house was worrying. Especially considering what had happened over the past few years. She didn't look that worried when she found out Voldermort was back. Why was she now? "Um…" he said to show he was still thinking. "I can see perfectly without my glasses, I don't want to kill Draco, and I can hear your pulse." He said just catching up with his own awareness. Minerva looked shocked but before she could respond, he asked another question. "What happened after I killed Voldermort? Why am I here?"
After a long pause she finally answered him. "You were bitten." She said. But could see he still had no idea where she was going with this. " You were bitten by a vampire. He was under the influence of the imperious curse though, and he does not remember why he bit you. The curse wore off just before your blood had been completely drained. He stopped himself, and he offered you his blood. He offered you life, and chose to forfeit his own." Harry's hand jumped up to his neck where he could still feel the tingling. Then he looked as shocked as Minerva had.
Suddenly a thought occurred to him. "Who was it?" he asked. Saddened by the concept of his saviour, and creator being dead. Minerva sighed, and answered with a small smile. "Draco Malfoy." Harry was shocked and more than confused, he looked at Draco. He certainly didn't look dead. He must have looked more confused than he thought he did, as Minerva smiled more broadly and seemed to answer his unvoiced question. "He's not dead. His intention of dieing to save you, actually saved his life." Immediately after Minerva had told him this, he asked another question. "Will he be ok?" he could hear the concern in his voice as he had said it, and realized that he really did care about Draco. "Yes" she said and smiled again. "He is asleep for now. Though he will awake shortly enough. Hopefully with his memory still intact."
She paused and exclaimed in a mother like tone, "Now go back to sleep! You have dreams that need dreaming! Thoughts that need processing! Oh! I almost forgot!" she then put her wand up to his forehead and cast some charms under her breath. "There!" She exclaimed. "Now the sun can't harm you." She smiled, and walked out of the room. Leaving a very stunned looking Harry behind.
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It had been 3 hours since Minerva had left. Harry realized that everyone who had importance to him, whether they were teachers or students, were organized in his mind by first names now. Another difference he guessed. He tried to sleep when she had left, but he couldn't take his eyes off his saviour.
Around then beautiful grey eyes opened and locked with his green ones. They began to water, and Harry jumped at him. Draco flinched, but found himself wrapped in a very loving and strong embrace. He relaxed instantly. And Harry whispered in his ear. "Thank you, it means so much." They sat there for a few more moments, and then Draco hugged back. Harry was shocked at this, but kept himself calm.
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Draco had woken up to find Harry sitting crossed legged on the bed beside him, green eyes looking straight into his. About the same time he woke up, he wanted to cry. He felt so bad for having turned Harry into a monster. He had hoped it had been a dream, but when he woke up it turned out it wasn't.
He was just about to apologize when Harry jumped on him from where he had been sitting and started to hug him. Draco tensed, but the feeling of Harry hugging him made him relax immediately. It felt so good to have Harry hug him. His arms were so strong and he could feel the love radiating from them. Harry then whispered in Draco's ear. "Thank you, it means so much."
Draco wasn't sure how to react. He thought about it for a few moments, and then he decided the only way he could react was by hugging him back. So he did. Harry obviously had been shocked, but he had relaxed just as quickly. Draco pulled away after a few minutes and looked Harry in the eyes. He hadn't been sure why Harry was hugging him after turning him into a monster, but then Draco remembered something.
"Why am I still alive?" he asked in a very confused manner. Harry answered slowly… " Minerva informed me that you were my saviour. She informed me that you intended to end your life to save mine." He paused and smiled. "She told me that because you wished to give up your life to save me, you also survived. Call it karma." He then laughed. Draco was feeling very confused and he let it show.
He asked "Why did you thank me for turning you into a monster?" Harry seemed a little taken aback by this, but answered anyway. "I thought it would have been obvious… you were willing to end your life to save mine." Draco thought for a moment then he remembered Harry saving him and Gregory from the fire. "But it would have been wrong to just let you die after you saved me and Gregory from the fire. How come you don't hate me?" Draco thought he had sounded a little worried when he had finished his question, but Harry answered before he could add more.
"I never hated you, I just didn't like you. And now I really don't hate you because you are still here to teach me about my new…condition. You didn't leave me alone like everyone else." Draco gaped at that, he had been sure that Harry had hated him. So sure in fact that he had attempted to pretend he hated Harry just as much. But of course there is a fine line between hate and…like?
"Wow…" was all he could say. He blushed furiously and finished quickly with a "Good night Harry. I need to sleep some more." He sent him a genuine smile and lay down to sleep. Harry had returned the smile. Harry then lay down on his own bed and said "Good night Draco." They both knew that this would be the start of a very good friendship.