A/N: This is my first Harry Potter story. I hope everyone likes it. This story starts during the summer before Harry's sixth year. Of course I don't own anything except for certain characters who will appear throughout the story. Here we go!
Chapter One
Harry sat in his room at number four private drive in a state of deep depression. His aunt, uncle, and cousin had been asleep for the past couple of hours as he could hear their snores through the walls. Sleep would not come for Harry. It hadn't come for the last few days. Hedwig looked at him with concern and hooted softly. For the first time in hours Harry looked up from the floor. " Hey girl." He said. " Seems you're the only one who cares about me lately." Hedwig hooted in return. Harry noticed that his owl's cage hadn't been cleaned and quickly cleared it out. " I'm sorry Hedwig, I haven't been myself."
Harry stood up and walked to the window that overlooked the dimly lit street. " You know something girl?" Hedwig looked at her master questioningly. " My friends haven't sent me one letter yet." Hedwig knew that of course. " I think they're avoiding me because of the whole prophecy thing." He turned back to his pet and sighed. " I think they're afraid of me." A soft pecking on the window distracted him from his thoughts. There was a raven tapping at the window. It looked like it was carrying a message, so he let it in.
The black bird cawed and dropped a black envelope onto his desk.. Harry picked it up and examined it. On the front of the envelope was his name, address, and all the other little things that a letter was supposed to have written in red ink. Intrigued, Harry opened the letter and began to read.
Dear Mr. Potter,
I trust that this letter has found you well. Although at you're current location, I doubt that is the case. I honestly don't know why that old crackpot makes you stay with those horrid muggles. Which brings me to why I have contacted you. I have an offer for you. What if you could change you're life forever? Never feel fear, sadness, or unwanted ever again. I know that your godfather's death was hard on you and I can relate to that. When my brother died, I was so heartbroken that I didn't sleep for weeks, much like you now.
Then I was given this same offer and I've never regretted it. I will not discuss this offer in this letter for a number of reasons. I wish to meet with you. Please send your reply with Nyx and if you will meet with me, I will send the time and place. Thank you and do try to have a pleasant evening.
Sincerely,
Karen S. Lyon
How did this woman know where he lived? How did she know he wasn't sleeping? More importantly though, what if this was a trap? Maybe this was a death eater trying to get him alone. After all only his friends, The Order, The Ministry, and the death eaters knew what happened to Sirius Black that night in the Department of Mysteries. Maybe that was in the news. He hadn't read the Prophet in a while so he didn't know.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when the raven called Nyx nipped his fingers. " Ow, that hurt you stupid bird!" Harry said griping his bruised digits. Nyx cawed in response. " I suppose you're waiting for me to answer your master huh?" Nyx cawed again. Harry took that as a yes. " What the hell!" Harry exclaimed. " Why not?" If it was a death eater then he could finally be rid of his horrible life and find peace. If not, then he would take what ever this woman was offering. No fear. No sadness. Hell, he could go for that.
Harry pulled out a quill and a piece of parchment. He wrote,
Dear Mrs. Lyon,
I will meet with you to discuss your offer. Just name the time and place. I'll be there.
Harry J. Potter
" Here you are." Harry said giving Nyx the letter. The dark bird took the letter and flew into the night sky.
The next day
" Boy!" Vernon called from the kitchen. Harry groaned as he walked down the stairs and into the spotless kitchen. His aunt Petunia sat at the table reading the paper while his whale of a cousin was gulping down his third serving of breakfast.
" What is it uncle?" Harry asked in a groggy tone. His uncle shoved a plate of scraps at him. Harry took it without complaint and turned to go back to his room when his idiot cousin had to open his big mouth.
" My god! You look like hell!" Dudley said with a mouth full of eggs. Harry was tempted to say something about him being a human garbage disposal, but held his tongue and trudged back up to his room. He locked the door and dumped the food into the trash. He walked over to his desk and saw a fresh stack of letters there. Owls must've come when I was down stairs. Harry thought. They were from various people and he ripped open the first one. It was from Remus.
Dear Harry,
I am sorry that I haven't written to you in so long, but my little 'furry' problem kept me down for a while. How have you been? I hope that Sirius' death didn't hit you too hard. I miss him to, but life goes on right? Please reply as soon as you can.
Remus Lupin
" How dare he!" Harry shouted. " How can he tell me that life goes on?" He ripped the letter to shreds and threw it away. The rest of the letters from Ron, Hermione, Tonks, and Dumbledore said pretty much the same thing which ended them up in the trash with Lupin. Harry got to the last letter and realized that the black envelope was from the woman who had wrote him the night before.
Dear Mr. Potter,
I am ecstatic that you agreed to meet with me. By the way, you need to eat. I know that those were just scraps, but it was something. Don't worry, after we meet you'll never have to live with those dreadful people ever again. We'll meet in the park at nine o' clock this evening. See you there. P.S. It's Miss, Mrs makes me sound old.
Karen S. Lyon
Harry smiled to himself and began getting ready for that evening.
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Just the usual chores and of course the accompanying insults from Petunia. " Be sure to clean the clock extremely well Boy." Petunia said pointing at the antique grandfather clock in the living room. " And if you don't do a good job, there will be no meals for a week." As Petunia walked away, Harry muttered,
" I'll clean your clock." He grumbled to himself the rest of the day. At seven he went and took a shower. At eight he shuffled through his wardrobe and decided on a worn out pair of jeans and a shirt that was way too big for him. When eight thirty came, he stuck his wand in his pocket and sunck down the stairs.
His relatives were in the kitchen eating dinner with some friends. He quietly went outside and walked toward the park. He arrived at eight fifty and sat on a bench to await this mysterious woman, Karen Lyon.
Minutes later he was still sitting on the bench and didn't notice the woman standing right behind him. " So we finally meet, Harry Potter." Harry jumped up and turned around. The woman standing before him was beautiful! Long jet black hair that cascaded around her shoulders, icy blue eyes, and an elegant smile. She wore a blue blouse and a black skirt.
" Karen?" Harry asked. Putting his hand in his pocket gripping his wand.
" Yes Harry." She glanced at his pocket and smiled. " You won't need your wand."
" I feel safer this way." Harry said pulling his wand out to his sides. Karen Lyon giggled.
" Whatever dear boy." She said. " you're not scared of me are you?"
" Um no." Harry said.
" Good, because I'm here to help you."
" So what are you offering?" Harry asked. Karen smiled sweetly. Revealing her fangs which shined in the moonlight.
" Immortality." She answered. Harry stepped back and pointed his wand at the vampire.
" I don't think so." He said. " My life sucks as it is, I don't need to live in it forever." Karen frowned.
" You won't be living the same life as right now." She said walking up to him until his wand was poking her in the stomach. " It will be better, much better." Her icy eyes locked with his emerald ones. He felt a calm happiness take over his mind. It was exactly like the Imperious curse. He tried to fight but in the end gave into the happiness he hadn't felt since Sirius' death.
" This will only hurt for a moment Harry." Karen said caressing his cheek. She leaned in and whispered. " Then you will come live with me as my son." She smiled at the thought. " I'll teach you to love the taste of human blood and to crave death. Do you want that?"
With the happy feelings swimming through him, Harry nodded. Good boy. Karen thought as she sunk her fangs into his flesh and tasted his blood. Harry felt the pain but couldn't move thanks to Karen's hypnotic gaze. He felt his blood leaving his body and blacked out.
A/N: So, What do you guys think? Am I off to a good start? Please tell me. Until next time...
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