I did my time.
Readers: I am not J.K Rowling and these are not my characters. I have
borrowed them. Using them at my will and putting them into a story that
Rowling probably would not care for. Therefore the suing option is now
diminished. Not that she would find it worth her while making Billions a
year. I have shaped this story in my twisted mind and done it to please me.
So if you don't care for it poo on you. To those that enjoy: you have
exceptional taste. This will eventually be a romance between my two
favorite characters one blonde fallen angel and one hero to the world. (To
those slower folk that means Harry and Draco) Tell what you think.
-Dallas321
Chapter one
Harry was tired of the walls of his room in number four privet drive. He had been staring at them for a month now and the itch to be free of his confinement was overwhelming. The only factor that had held him till now was the promise that he had made to Dumbledore. But how could anyone ask him to stay cooped up in a house with the Dursleys for the entire summer. If Dumbledore knew that to Harry danger and the risk of death was preferable to the company of his extended family, he would never had made him promise. Right. Yeah, Harry assured himself. Just a little walk around the block and he would be able to make it for another month. There was no point in alerting the watch of the Phoenix as he would only be gone for a couple of minutes. Also there was the little detail about the time. It was three in the morning and Harry was sure that if he asked the watch about the possibility of a walk it would be denied do to lack of sleep and not to the total stupidity of the idea. With his rationalizations hugging him tight Harry rose from his bed and dressed to blend with the night. Sneaking out of the house went off without a flaw except for the hoot Harry's owl emitted. A warning of the night that Harry chose to ignore.
Watching a house from sky on the off chance of capturing a boy was not Iain's favorite way to spend his evenings. He would rather be gnawing on some tasty treat. If it were not for the dept that he owed Voldemorte that joyful task would be occupying his time. But as it stood he had yet to feed and the dawn was close at hand. He could feel his night begin to fade and the accursed dawn struggling to surface. Pausing to float midair Iain checked his watch; it was three on the dot. Shit, he had only one more hour to feed and make it to his coffin. Being a vampire of the age was something that Iain had prided himself on for centuries. It related directly to the reason he had lived for 500 years. Adapting to the customs blended him even if he could not hide his pale skin and long, sharp, incisors. Iain fought a battle within. He could leave now and eat before dawn possibly encoring the wrath of the Dark Lord. Or he could stay and feast on a rat before slipping into darkness. Iain smirked; it wasn't a tough decision to make. Time to go.
Harry opened the door and walked out into the beautiful night. Taking great gulps of air he started down the sidewalk.
Well hell. Iain made out the figure walking towards the corner. The boy had to be seventeen if he was a day. This is the major threat that scared the Dark Lord, this child? Iain was perplexed but prepared to do his job. With this favor complete his dept would be repaid and he could seek out new game in a different country.
Harry smiled as he approached the corner. There was nothing to fear out here. The wind was strong and tossed his hair over his forehead and the remarkable scar. The wind was something that Harry loved and had always loved. It blew around you; it circled you, and eventually blew through you. Closing his eyes to enjoy the wonders of the night he failed to see that the night was about to surround him. Swooping down from the sky Iain landed in the direct path of the boy without a sound. With his eyes closed the boy approached his captor. Iain smiled. "Boy, you better open those eyes. You never know who you could run into out here." Harry started and those emerald eyes opened. Where there was once just air now stood a man. A man that was as pale as the moon and clothed entirely in black. "Who.are.you?" Harry hated himself for the stutter. He was also pretty sure that the walk had been a bad idea. "Not that it matters but they call me Iain. I have a dept to repay and you are it." The smell of the boy's blood was filling Iain's head. He should have fed. Staring at the pulse throbbing in Harry's neck he felt his control over his hunger slip. The Dark Lord just said to bring him; he didn't say anything about the condition the boy had to be in. Harry was not enjoying the way the man was looking at him. Feeling the urge to run and run for his life Harry turned and sprinted. He did not make it far. Iain again landed in front of the boy. Scared by the speed of the man Harry was dumbfounded. "What do you want?" Iain smiled showing off his impressive incisors. "Dinner."
Chapter one
Harry was tired of the walls of his room in number four privet drive. He had been staring at them for a month now and the itch to be free of his confinement was overwhelming. The only factor that had held him till now was the promise that he had made to Dumbledore. But how could anyone ask him to stay cooped up in a house with the Dursleys for the entire summer. If Dumbledore knew that to Harry danger and the risk of death was preferable to the company of his extended family, he would never had made him promise. Right. Yeah, Harry assured himself. Just a little walk around the block and he would be able to make it for another month. There was no point in alerting the watch of the Phoenix as he would only be gone for a couple of minutes. Also there was the little detail about the time. It was three in the morning and Harry was sure that if he asked the watch about the possibility of a walk it would be denied do to lack of sleep and not to the total stupidity of the idea. With his rationalizations hugging him tight Harry rose from his bed and dressed to blend with the night. Sneaking out of the house went off without a flaw except for the hoot Harry's owl emitted. A warning of the night that Harry chose to ignore.
Watching a house from sky on the off chance of capturing a boy was not Iain's favorite way to spend his evenings. He would rather be gnawing on some tasty treat. If it were not for the dept that he owed Voldemorte that joyful task would be occupying his time. But as it stood he had yet to feed and the dawn was close at hand. He could feel his night begin to fade and the accursed dawn struggling to surface. Pausing to float midair Iain checked his watch; it was three on the dot. Shit, he had only one more hour to feed and make it to his coffin. Being a vampire of the age was something that Iain had prided himself on for centuries. It related directly to the reason he had lived for 500 years. Adapting to the customs blended him even if he could not hide his pale skin and long, sharp, incisors. Iain fought a battle within. He could leave now and eat before dawn possibly encoring the wrath of the Dark Lord. Or he could stay and feast on a rat before slipping into darkness. Iain smirked; it wasn't a tough decision to make. Time to go.
Harry opened the door and walked out into the beautiful night. Taking great gulps of air he started down the sidewalk.
Well hell. Iain made out the figure walking towards the corner. The boy had to be seventeen if he was a day. This is the major threat that scared the Dark Lord, this child? Iain was perplexed but prepared to do his job. With this favor complete his dept would be repaid and he could seek out new game in a different country.
Harry smiled as he approached the corner. There was nothing to fear out here. The wind was strong and tossed his hair over his forehead and the remarkable scar. The wind was something that Harry loved and had always loved. It blew around you; it circled you, and eventually blew through you. Closing his eyes to enjoy the wonders of the night he failed to see that the night was about to surround him. Swooping down from the sky Iain landed in the direct path of the boy without a sound. With his eyes closed the boy approached his captor. Iain smiled. "Boy, you better open those eyes. You never know who you could run into out here." Harry started and those emerald eyes opened. Where there was once just air now stood a man. A man that was as pale as the moon and clothed entirely in black. "Who.are.you?" Harry hated himself for the stutter. He was also pretty sure that the walk had been a bad idea. "Not that it matters but they call me Iain. I have a dept to repay and you are it." The smell of the boy's blood was filling Iain's head. He should have fed. Staring at the pulse throbbing in Harry's neck he felt his control over his hunger slip. The Dark Lord just said to bring him; he didn't say anything about the condition the boy had to be in. Harry was not enjoying the way the man was looking at him. Feeling the urge to run and run for his life Harry turned and sprinted. He did not make it far. Iain again landed in front of the boy. Scared by the speed of the man Harry was dumbfounded. "What do you want?" Iain smiled showing off his impressive incisors. "Dinner."