Authors Note

Yes, Yes, I know, I too hate long author's notes, so I will just lay out some basic facts of this story right now, if you see something you don't like, well you just saved some of your time :).

Harry will drink human blood, and most likely by ways of deception or outright force. He won't flaunt his vampirism and ask adoring fangirls for a 'snack'.

Harry will have weaknesses. Nothing disgusts me more than a vampire fic where Harry doesn't need blood to survive, or is immune from sunlight.

Harry, while being strong, will most definitely NOT be super straight off, he will have an advanced foundation to build upon compared to most kids, but he will be nowhere near fighting with adults in drawn out wand fights before 3rd year at the earliest.

Harry will be dark. Period. End of story. Dark. But alas, don't despair, he won't join up with Voldemort, or Dumbledore, he will just be much more proficient in the dark arts. I won't have him be insane and sadistic(well, too sadistic), but I also won't have him be always happy. Sidenote- Harry will be apathetic for the most part, if you don't like that… well, bye?

This will either be Harry/Fleur or Harry/Daphne… only one of them, I absolutely despise harem fics, I believe they are the point where all good fanfics fall apart.

Let's get into the chapter! :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing, as unfortunate as it is.

A blond haired woman lay fast asleep in a king sized bed, she appeared rather thin and seemed to have an abnormally long neck. She woke with a start as she heard a bloodcurdling scream, quickly getting out of bed while absently noticing that Vernon hadn't even stirred, she hurried down the hall, afraid her Dudley was in trouble.

Petunia came upon the nursery room, instantly checking the first crib, made of impeccable oak that cost a great deal, and smiled seeing her Dudley in a deep sleep, almost like a coma, her mind noted.

Glancing at the other crib, made of cheap looking blue plastic that looked like a child falling on it could break it, her lips curled into a sneer. It was her nephew, the child of her hated sister. He looked so innocent, porcelain pale skin that contrasted with his raven black hair in just the right way. His face was chubby, but had significantly less baby fat than should be expected of a child, and his lips were such a supernatural shade of red that she decided it had to do with his unnaturalness.

Feeling extremely irritated at the mere sight of him, daring to scream and wake her up. She wished dearly that she could dump him off at an orphanage but the man, Bumblebore, had threatened her and Vernon inadvertently, of course, that if he wasn't here they would be at the tender mercy of insane people, something about a dark lord and wards. Shooting one last glare at him, she sniffed and walked back to bed.

As she left, dark emerald eyes snapped open, looking far more intelligent than any child had a right to be, before the forces of sleep made them fall heavily, no one would ever be the wiser of the changes that happened that night.

Many pure blood families have some form of creature blood in them, but never had more than a passing trait or so from the blood. To awaken an actual creature transformation would take a great deal of energy that children simply don't have, and by the time they have it, their bodies are already too developed to ever implement a creature transformation.

The horcrux, the tiny piece of soul left behind by Voldemort, had been interacting with Harry's blood, changing it. The naturally dark nature of Voldemort's soul, much more powerful than a less than 2 years of age soul, had latched onto the only dark thing in the boy, his creature blood. It could have been any creature, really, and in the years to come after looking at his family tree he would thank all the deities he knew of that it was vampirism that the soul interacted with.

And on that night, Harry became a natural born vampire, a creature of the night. Deception was his nature, and bloodlust was his being. Instincts flooded into him, much like when a snake is born, it knows what to do. Like all vampires, ingrained into him was the fear of sun, the love of blood, and the joy of the night.

A/N

Cheesy? Cliche? I hope not, I promise that if you find this chapter scoff-worthy, that it will be better. It's always a little sketchy getting Harry to make such an integral change as being a vampire instead of human.

Short first chapter, I know. I will try to have all my chapters from here on out be at the minimum 3k+ words. Cheers!