Changes: Book 1

Chapter 1

Ducking a swing of the blade that nearly took off his head Harry jumped back and parried two more blows. Panting heavily he looked around at the cloaked figures circling him. He rolled to the side to avoid a cruciatus curse aimed at his back. He jumped back to his feet and conjured a large stone shield to block another curse he didn't recognize.

"Six-on-one" Harry asked. "This isn't fair" He shouted as he was forced back by the figure wielding a blade.

Harry felt his left leg give out from under him as it shattered hit by another curse. He dropped to the ground losing his grip on his sword and screamed. He felt two more curse slam into him and he almost lost consciousness by the white hot pain.

"Life isn't fair" A voice replied before a heavy boot came down and Harry knew no more.

Two weeks earlier

Harry awoke sharply and looked around. Putting his glasses on the padded over to the window and peered out past the tattered curtains. The street below was empty, he assumed there was an order guard sitting out their somewhere. After the events at the Department of Mysteries and order member was constantly watching over him.

He found it extremely irritating, why wouldn't they just move him to Grimmauld place where there is always an order member anyway. Even his late godfather's rundown old house would be better than here.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts and passing off whatever woke him as paranoia he flopped back down on his bed and closed his eyes.

"Knock Knock Potter" Said a smooth voice.

The effect on Harry was instant he jumped in shock a fell of his bed scrambling to find his wand, he snatched it up and levelled it at the stranger, who was lounging in his desk chair cloaked in black.

"Who the hell are you" Said Harry, trying to remain calm and thinking of the best way to escape and alert the order.

"You won't be able to run Harry, and I wouldn't worry about the wizard no doubt charged with your protection" the cloaked being said.

"Who are you, a death eater, all I have to do is fire a spell and the aurors will be here in minutes" Harry said, the underage laws coming in handy for once.

The stranger seemed to find this funny, "They would be minutes too late" he said.

"However I am no death eater, my name is Lesat. I am here merely to inform you of an offer my Lord has for you" he said silkily.

"You're Lord? Voldemort? What offer can he have? Pain and death, no thanks." Harry retorted.

"No, I do not serve the half blood. My Lord offers you training in order for you to defeat Voldemort." Lesat said.

"Defeat him, what makes you think I going to defeat him?" Harry asked.

"The prophecy is not as secret as Dumbledore would hope, you will either defeat Voldemort or you will die. Should you agree to come with me you will be trained, until you are more powerful than you can imagine." Lesat said lazily.

"Trained where and by who? And what if I say no?" Harry questioned.

"Where and who is of no concern to you. And should you refuse, then most likely you will carry on as usual, a week pathetic child with no hope of survival against the most powerful dark lord the world has ever seen. Your pathetic order will try to protect you and fail, all of your friends will be killed and the wizarding world no doubt be destroyed." Lesat replied.

Conflicting emotions ran through Harry's head. Training was exactly what he wanted, after the death of Sirius he had become angry at Dumbledore and the order and himself. Vowing to train hard to avenge his godfather and parents. But there was little he could do at Privet Drive and the order wouldn't train him, instead choosing to lock him up here for another summer without contact.

"Why me?" He asked.

"You are the chosen one are you not. Or do I have the wrong house?" Was the reply.

"Even if I went with you, the order and Dumbledore would notice I was gone. And what about Hogwarts." Harry said.

"Measures will be put in place to ensure no suspicion is aroused from your departure. As for your school it does not start for two months, your training will be complete in that time." Lesat responded.

Harry thought his options through. Go with this stranger and possible be led to his death. Go and become strong enough to defeat Voldemort. Or stay here like a good little boy. In a sudden surge of recklessness he made his choice.

"Okay I'll go" He said shakily.

"Excellent" Was the reply he got before the figure fired a red beam of light at him and he was knocked out.

Harry awoke sat around a long oval table in a dark room. There were 12 people at the table, all of them cloaked in dark robes.

"Where am I" Harry asked.

"On the outskirts of London there is a large castle, my castle, you are underneath it." The body at the head of the table replied.

"Who are you" Harry said.

"My name is Lord Hadrian. The current vampire king. This is my council." Hadrian replied.

Harry's face lost all colour and he gasped and looked around as the figures the table all removed their hoods. Harry stared speechless at them as they smirked at him, they were all well built with powerful bodies covered in slightly pale skin. What Harry did notice was their hard cold eyes.

"There are currently over a hundred vampires in England alone, and many more worldwide. You are currently at our headquarters, the first mortal to be here, alive that is." He finished with a chuckle.

"You are here because as ridiculous as it sounds we need you. This Lord Voldemort came to us wanting our allegiance, naturally we declined, we have no use for such an alliance, we have lived on our own long enough, we have nothing to gain from joining him. However the younger less powerful vampires are more willing to join him if they believe him to be a quicker route to power. This is unacceptable." Hadrian said.

"What has this got to do with me" Harry asked feeling ill.

"Our power structure is such that the weak are weeded out young allowing the strong to flourish. We do not have a large population, but we have a powerful one. Young vampires disobeying their elders and joining Voldemort is not good. He will no doubt use them to turn countless muggles and wizards in order to build an army, and an army of young bloodthirsty vampires would cause havoc. Then the vampire race as a whole would be blamed, which would anger me, as I have gone to a large amount of trouble to keep the worlds vampire activities rather low key, although it hasn't had much effect on our somewhat poor reputation. " Hadrian replied.

"So we would like Voldemort dead. However this has its complications. The prophecy. Only you can kill him and presently you are weak, pathetically weak." Said Hadrian.

Harry flushed, " So you want to use me to sort out your problems" he said angrily.

"Yes. Although in doing so it happens to sort out all your problems too and those of the wizarding world. So we're all winners." Said Hadrian with a smile.

"Your training will commence immediately under our time wards, by the time you leave here a month will have passed outside, you however will have trained for longer, six months to be precise, ample time for us to progress your skills somewhat." Harry was informed by a voice he recognised as Lesat's who sat to Hadrian's right.

"Ashanti will show you to your room, training will begin tomorrow morning, get a good night's sleep, you'll need it." Said Hadrian.

The next months were the worst of Harry's life, he was treated ruthlessly under the pretence of training, he was forced into tasks of physical strength that was far beyond the capabilities of a human, pushed magically beyond his limits until his ears bled, then beaten near to death in duels normally against six or more unbeatably opponents. Safe in the knowledge than only Voldemort could kill Harry the vampires were ruthless.

The vampires he learnt were extremely fast, were impossibly strong and had unbelievable senses. Even the weakest of vampire children was stronger than him at first.

Every day for the past six months Harry had been pushed beyond all limits and now a year later he could see it was all worth it.

He now stood at about six feet one inches tall and was extremely well built with hard packed muscle covering his once fragile frame. He had improved beyond all expectations under the pressure. He had become proficient as aspects of magic he had barely even heard of before. He could now easily beat his normal trainers in hand to hand combat, swordplay and in a duel. His speed and reflexes improving to almost that of a vampire's. However whilst he had learnt a lot he knew that he was still not strong enough to beat Voldemort, but he was focused now and he would no longer be spending his days idly playing quidditch or chess.

The biggest change in Harry however was in his eyes, no longer did they hold the look of a naive school boy, they contained a stone cold glare of power that promised pain. Harry who had previously had trouble with occlumency had learned it fast. The vampires pillaging his mind every night for his worst memories causing him to replay them over and over had been incentive enough. His mind was now a fortress one that would make mincemeat out of and legilimens that dared try their luck.

When he wasn't being beaten to a pulp he was studying in one of the castles vast libraries. Studying complex and advanced magic the likes of which certainly wouldn't be covered at Hogwarts.

Despite their ruthlessness when training him he fit in seamlessly amongst the vampires. At meal times he would often converse with some of the younger ones, well young in vampire terms anyway.

He learned that King Hadrian and his council oversaw all vampire activity. A vampire lord normally an ancient of over a thousand years old would be responsible for a certain area or country and would report back to the council and Hadrian.

Most of the vampires at the castle were born there not turned as humans. It was rare for the vampires to increase their numbers by biting humans. In fact the vampires worldwide were all but forbidden from turning just anyone, such a thing is necessary for population control.

Nearly all of the vampires in the castle were in some way related to Lord Hadrian, being the most powerful he would only bring the most promising into his clan. Between him and his wife Ashanti, they had many children, whether through blood or bite.

The vampires were ridiculously wealthy having lived and collected it over thousands of years. However they generally earned thousands of galleons through vigilante work for various parties, specialising in assassination. However it seemed they liked to stay out of the way of the worlds issues, preferring to remain in their secluded castles and secret bases.

Any previous rumours of vampires had been shattered for Harry, he had learnt that only the weak vampires were affected by prolonged sunlight and it took a lot to harm and kill one. He had seen a vampire lose an arm or be slashed beyond recognition only for it to grow back or heal in seconds.

It seemed that the fear of vampires stemmed from the power they held, as with the werewolves and goblins wizards are notorious for prejudiced against a race they barely understand. Many people were afraid of vampires, many envied them for their power and strength. This had even led to the odd vampire slayer a rare person powerful enough to train in magic and use it specifically kill vampires. It is no wonder they prefer to stay away.

Harry had witness several of the vampires fighting each other with the victor drinking the others blood in order to become more powerful. The loser of these fights would become socially lower than the victor and in some cases would be killed.

Harry himself had had three up-close views of vampire fangs despite Hadrian's strict orders that he wasn't to be bitten. The three younger vampires had all been killed two by Lesat for their disobedience and one by Harry himself during the attempt. There had been one other encounter but Harry tried to forget about that. It was two months previously and was when he had first learned of the vampires inherent sexual nature. Both the males and females possessed a version of the veela aura it was much weaker but when continuously used on a human mind it could bend them to their will easily.

Back during the times when Harry had yet to perfect occlumency he was easy prey. Hadrian's daughter, Estelle it seemed had taken a fancy to him and while that wasn't an altogether bad thing considering she was, as with most vampire females, rather beautiful and definitely sexy, he didn't think it was a particularly good idea to get involved with the daughter of the most powerful vampire there is.

Estelle however had other ideas and had assaulted Harry with her aura for weeks before jumping him, dragging him back to his room and fucking him senseless proclaiming that she had always wanted to try a mortal, before leaving him.

After that particular encounter Harry had mastered occlumency fast in order to stave off any other curious female vampires.

Having completed his training, Harry was to return to Privet Drive tomorrow, the time wards would drop later that night and after being away for a month Harry would be returning to his relatives.

He couldn't even imagine how he was going to explain his new physique to his friends, in fact after months of hard training, he wasn't even sure he could go back to what he was before. With this troubling thought Harry set up his numerous wards (a habit after several times of being attacked during the night by the vampire trainers) and fell asleep.

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