A/N: Yo! This is a better version of my soon to be deleted Vampire Maximus story.
Summary: After feeling betrayed at his best friends in the summer after second year, Harry goes out for a walk and gets fed on by a vampire, but not killed. What would life be like if Harry was a vampire? Harry/harem.
This is one of my challenges, by the way.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any crossover that I may use. Nor do I own any characters or spells that may be from them. I do, however, own any that I make up.
Chapter 1
Harry was brooding.
This wasn't exactly unnatural from age eight, but the subject of it was. He was thinking of how everyone, even his supposed friends, thought that he was the heir of Slytherin. He had overheard one of their conversations a few weeks before Hermione had been petrified. Ron had been talking about distancing himself from him and recommending that Hermione should do the same. Hermione had responded that she would, under the guise of looking for the animal, which was a basilisk. That's right, Harry had found out about the animal then, and not when Ron and he had grabbed the note from her hand. The only reason that Harry had taken Ron down at that point was to use him as cannon fodder, as the only other person he would have was Lockhart, an obliviator who gained his fame by taking it from others then putting his own spin on it before obliviating the person who had truly done it.
Harry had decided on going for a stroll around the abandoned park as the way for him to relax and think about it more. He had no clue about Sirius Black being on the loose. Nor had he any clue about the vampire that was out for their usual hunt around the neighborhood, normally feeding on dogs, but people were a choice when available.
He had seen Harry and crept up behind him, moving quietly, just like his nature. Harry started around, looking for the pair of eyes that he had felt, taking out his wand as a precaution.
The vampire decided that there and then was a good time to make a move, as he was distracted. The vampire got into Harry's face and bit down on his neck. The vampire only had enough time for a few pints of blood, as Harry had realized what had happened and stabbed the vampire with his wand. The vampire hacked up some of his blood; inadvertently placing it into Harry's wound, satisfying the conditions for him to become a vampire. The vampire decided that fleeing was the best option; thinking that Harry would lie there and die from the acid that vampire's had in their mouths.
Harry was on the ground writhing in pain. It had started in his neck after the bite had ended, and seemed to be spreading all over. He looked down and was shocked to see his veins were showing, and turning black. Most people didn't survive this stage, but Harry wasn't most people, he was determined to fight through this, not realizing that fighting through it would mean that he would be turned into a fledgling vampire.
Harry fought desperately, before he fell asleep, the last thing that he heard was a high-pitched scream.
When Harry woke up the next morning, he realized a few things. The first was that he felt odd; it felt like his skin was a bit sunburned. The second feeling he recognized was that he was hungry and thirsty at the same kind, but not in the traditional way.
Harry saw a puddle on the ground and looked into it. He was a bit shocked that his hair had grown a bit tamer, his eyes were gold with slit pupils, and black around them, he had fangs, and his scar was gone.
Harry then looked around, now running on auto-pilot from his lack of food. His body immediately sniffed out a nearby source, and, after making sure he would be able to take it, lunged.
Harry bared his fangs and wrestled with the creature for a few minutes before it finally went down. Harry bit into its meaty neck, extracting the food that he wanted. The juicy substance poured into his throat, and continuing till there was none left in the body. The last move the creature would make was a small shudder as the last of its blood flowed into his mouth.
Harry suddenly woke up from the feeling of desire and hunger that he had had. Harry was horrified at what he had done, for right below him, was the body of his cousin Dudley.
After getting over the shock, Harry decided to think reasonably through the whole situation. The first thing that he should do was go over to Diagon Alley, maybe get a new wand; actually, he should probably head to Knockturn Alley. He was reasonably sure that there would be a few vampires that he could talk to there, and maybe some more factual, non-regulated materials that he couldn't get on Diagon.
Harry was debating how to get there when something happened. He accidently put his wand out and pointed it up. A bus flew by just after that, Harry had to rush out of the way, when he noticed something, he had moved faster than ever before, he was pretty sure that he would looked like a blur to the human eye.
Harry was a bit shocked at that, but snapped out of it when the door opened and a man greeted him. Harry gave him the location of where he wanted to go, and barely strapped in before it moved. The bus was flying through the streets; Harry was wondering how it was avoiding each and every vehicle.
When Harry got to Knockturn, he checked into a place called the hags' claw and decided to rest for the day before going out.
Done! Please R&R.