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I'm taking this over and I'm going to redo it right. As for any and all characters they will stay the same. Though Lindsay is out cause she was always a dumb character I let my friend put in cause he was was head over heels for her. Now we do it my way.

Dark Creatures

Everything was fine in Little Whinging. All except a black haired nine year old boy walking alone at midnight. He was used to it. Harry Potter the savior of the Wizarding world, The-Boy-Who-Lived was used to being cold and lonely. Used to stalking through the streets of Surrey like a stray dog.

He was not what one would consider well taken care of. His clothes were baggy and torn, obviously not bought with his height and weight in mind. His black hair was gnarled and littered with debris. His eyes though. They said more than anything else could. His eyes were a beautiful vibrant green at first glance. The color was only so surprising because of its unusual hue. For if one were to do any more than casually glance into his eyes they would find them greyed and empty. Not full of life or light but rather just... there.

Now many would bemoan the young boys fate as he wandered aimlessly through the streets but it was not that he was lost, no far from it, he was locked out of his aunts house. This was a common occurrence seeing as he was not very well liked in the unnaturally clean house. Not that he very well cared about his adopted 'family' or their home. They never had loved him and while they thought they were being cruel to him by kicking him out of the house he often found himself preferring to the nights he spent alone. It meant he didn't have to be woken up with a swift kick to the ribs or head. He didn't have to cook or clean. He would have stayed out every night if weather and the threat of being caught by police and put in those orphanages he had seen did not drive him back home every so often.

He was brought from his thoughts about which of his hiding places he would spend the night in when he noticed that he was being followed. He continued on, looking for a place to make a run for it in case they were policemen. It was a rare occurrence but he usually was able to get away and hide whether it be from his cousin and his band of bullies or from a cop wondering why such a young boy was out on his own. He strolled around a corner and found himself face to face with a brick wall.

He turned around in fright to find two men. On the left was a short bald man wearing a tattered brown suit. The one on the right was much taller with long blonde hair. The taller one was wearing a black leather jacket with a torn collar. What scared the boy though, was the dark liquid staining the front of his white undershirt. Harry knew exactly what it was. He had seen enough of it staining his sheets the morning after a particularly harsh beating. Knew what it looked like after months of looking up at the splatters of it on the wall of his cupboard under the stairs. It was blood.

Harry knew from experience that if he tried to duck under their reach and run past them then it would be harder to get past the short one. The sight of the blood scared him though. He panicked and ran to the left ducking low at the last second as the man in the suit reached for him. It was not enough. With another second, or another inch or two Harry might have had a chance.

The young boy felt a hand grab the back of his shirt and yank him back. The next thing he knew his world exploded with pain and it took him a moment to register the feeling of blood dripping down the back of his neck from where his head had struck the brick behind him. His eyesight was clouded with tears and he couldn't register what he was seeing without his glasses. A pale white blob moved towards him and he turned his head trying to get away.

"Its like he almost wants us to feed on him." he heard the blob say as he cringed at the feeling of the mans hot breath against his face.

"Just make sure you leave enough for me." the taller blob snapped anxiously.

"Find your own I caught him, how can I get enough out of something so small." The one holding Harry said his annoyed voice turning into a moan as the smell of the blood from his head wound began to fill the alleyway.

Harry felt the man lean into his shoulder and bite down just under his chin. He felt a spurt of warm liquid before he slowly started to drift into unconsciousness. He briefly enjoyed the feeling before a voice in the back of his head began to wonder if he was dying. Suddenly something inside him began to stir his heart that had begun to slow, began to beat irregularly his chest felt hot and began to tighten and cramp.

The man drinking his blood moaned loudly as the blood began to flow faster than he could feed. He was surprised though when his prey suddenly grew taut in his hands.

Harry didn't want to die. Maybe some days under the stairs after a beating it hadn't been so bad but he didn't want to die now. He jerked his head back towards the man to focused on the fight or flight response his body was putting out to feel the teeth tearing his skin gashing his neck open.

The man was surprised by the movement and quickly tried to cover the gushing wound as his food began to gush out. He didn't have time though as Harry put his hands on the mans face and began to push away. The struggling would have done very little had Harry's thumb not accidentally been jammed deeply into the man's left eye.

He pulled away holding his eye. As soon as Harry hit the ground he half ran half stumbled out of the alley and down the street.

"Come on there isn't much left in him. Certainly not enough to chase him down for. He got you good didn't he." The blonde vampire sniggered at his companions plight and watched the boy run away.

"That really hurt." Brown suit growled pulling his hand away to show a perfectly fine eye.

His friend just sniggered, putting his hand on his friends shoulder and pulling him along out of the alley and down the street opposite where the boy had run.

Harry couldn't see he couldn't feel he didn't even really make it far he made it across the street before he fell into a man as he stepped out of a pub. He bounced off the man's leg and fell onto the wall, slumping over onto the stairs up into the pub.

"Are you alright young man." The man asked bending down to examine the young man.

It didn't take long to realize that the boy was bleeding from the neck considering that the run had caused Harry's heart to beat rapidly, pumping blood through his body and out of the wound. It cascaded down his chest soaking his shirt and lap.

Harry was completely spent not even realizing he had made it across the street. Briefly he felt something on his neck in the darkness before he knew no more.

Harry awoke in a small bed covered in mismatched, patched blankets, soaked in sweat. He tried to push himself up but his arms couldn't put any strength behind it. Instead he pushed the blankets off the bed before rolling off the bed. He grabbed the corner of the night stand with both hands and tried to pull his legs under him to break the fall. This proved a bad idea when his legs proved equally unresponsive as his legs and instead folded under him. He fell forward and his fore head glanced off the corner of the nightstand scraping the skin just over his left eyebrow off. He fell into the space between the nightstand and the wall and lay there for a few minutes.

After a bit the woozy feeling was gone and he was able to think straight. Memories began to come back slowly but he couldn't remember what had cut his neck so badly. He brought his hand up to find bandages wrapped around his neck and the top of his head. He heard the door open and a pair of hands pull him up lay him back in the bed. Harry looked up to find the hands were attached to a man.

The man couldn't have been much older then 24. He shaggy black hair that came down to his chin with a strand hanging down between his eyes. His eyes were red and he wore a pair of round orange glasses low on his nose. He wore a black Victorian age suit with a red ascot tied around his neck untucked.

"You really shouldn't have tried to stand up you know." The man said wiping the blood off of Harry's forehead.

As he did a smell wafted by making Harry's stomach growl. Harry hadn't felt the hunger pains over the soreness of what felt like every muscle in his whole body. He looked away embarrassed as the man laughed.

"No no its ok its probably good this may help you understand. Do your remember what happened." The man asked.

Harry just shook his head looking at the man's feet overwhelmed by human interaction, confusion, and exhaustion.

"Well appear to be hungry. Do you know what is making you hungry, that smell you discovered."

"No sir." Harry's voice finally squeaked out.

The man just pulled his hand back from Harry's head and put his first two fingers up to Harry's mouth. They smelled quite good and before Harry could figure out what the smell was coming from the man pushed his fingers into Harry's open mouth. Something sweet dripped onto his tongue before the man began to pull his hand back. Without warning Harry nipped the mans forefinger trying to keep it from leaving. However what he tasted now was bitter and foul. Harry spit whatever it was out and watched as the man laughed.

"Do you know what that was and why you bit me." The man asked.

Harry just shook his head, prompting the man to hold up his hand showing it was covered in blood.

"Yer a Vampire Harry." Everything went black.