A/N: Hey everyone! The idea for this fic came from , who wanted a vampireOCxHarry fic. Hopefully you all enjoy this one, 'cause I had a lot of fun writing it. Let me know what you all think! As always, I own nothing to do with Harry Potter. -RR13

Blood Feud - Chapter One: A Situation of Happenstance

Six year old Harry Potter was an unremarkable boy. He was relatively short for his age, he had long, thick black hair, and thick round glasses. He wasn't particually good at sports, his grades were average at best, and nor was he especially funny or outgoing. All in all, he was the very definition of bland. Harry knew all of this. He knew that he wasn't special, that he wasn't important, that he didn't matter. After all, he was told as every day.

Number Four, Privet Drive looked like any other house on Privet Drive. It was a large four bedroom house, with a two car driveway, and a well kept lawn. The owners were particually proud of the new Bentley on the driveway. "A gift from the company owner." the lady of the house had said.

"A thank you of sorts" her husband had chimed in. "For the- oh, you had to be there.". The two had laughed merrily, as they had shown it off to their newighbours, whomst were listening with a polite air of indifference. Whilst they had done this. Harry had been dragged inside by his cousin, Dudley. Dudley was a large, heavyset boy who had all the grace and charm of a brick wall, though he wasn't as stong a conversationalist as a brick wall had the potential to be. Dudley gave Harry a thick grin.

"Alright Potter." he chuckled. "Good day at school?"

"Yes, Dudley." said Harry, staring at the ground between his feet.

"Aw, then my mates aren't doing their job are they?" Dudley grinned. "You're not allowed to have good days, are you?"

"No, Dudley."

"I'm going to have to sort that out. Aren't I?"

"Yes, Dudley.". Harry braced himself as Dudley drew back his fist, and punched Harry square on the nose. There was an audible crack as the cartilidge in Harry's nose snapped, and blood began gushing from his nostrils. Harry fell to his knees, clutching his destroyed nose. Dudley kicked his cousin in the face, knocking him onto his back.

"Yeah! That's what freaks like you deserve Potter! Don't you!?"

"Yes, Dudley." Harry spluttered, through the blood.

"Now, clean up your freak blood, freak." Dudley grinned.

It took Harry a long time to clean up the blood, as he kept adding to it, from his bleeding nose. His aunt and Uncle had come in from showing off their new car, and screamed at him when they saw the mess. His Uncle, the large, mustached man, had grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and lifted him above his head. Smashing his small frame into the wall, he had screamed in the boys face. "DO YOU KNOW HOW EXPENSIVE THIS CARPET WAS BOY?!"

"No, sir." Harry responded

"MORE THAN YOU'RE WORTH, BOY!" his uncle screamed, and let the boy go. Harry hit the ground with a thud, and sniffed.

"YOU'D BETTER NOT BE SNIVELLING BOY!"

"No, sir."

"GOOD! CLEAN THIS MESS UP, THEN GET OUT OF MY SIGHTS!". Thankfully, for Harry, his Uncle didn't mention a manner of being out of his sights, which Harry took to mean 'leave the house'. Harry wandered through the streets of Little Whinging, until he was nearing the other side of town. He didn't know for how long he had been walking. The sun which had been setting when he had left had vanished. The only light around was a flickering streetlamp that barely illuminated a square foot. The blood which had still been freely flowing was now dried, and crusted on his face, and shirt. He came to a stop as he trudged down a poorly lit underpass. He had the distinct feeling that he was being watched, as if someone from somewhere was staring at him. He looked around and saw no-one. He was well aware, as was everyone in Little Whinging, that the Underpass was a popular spot for homeless people to sleep, but there was no-one around. Turning back, intending to move on, Harry crashed straight into something soft. Two people were now stood in front of him.

"Oh, sorry." said Harry, quietly. The two of stared in silence. Harry looked up at them. They were tall, thin, and pale. They both wore long brown coats, and had beards. The man on Harry's left had long, slightly curled brown hair, and a long beard, whilst the man on Harry's right was bald and a short beard. The man with long hair beant over so that he was at face level with Harry.

"Now then, what's a young lad like you doing out at this hour, looking like this?" he asked, breathing deep. "Bin fighting, 'ave we?"

"No, sir." said Harry.

"No, sir?" the man asked, chuckling, and looking back at his friend. "Then what are ya covered in blood for then?". His friend chuckled along with him.

"It was to teach me a lesson, sir."

"And what was the lesson?" the man asked, rubbing his thumb across the dried blood on Harry's face "Was it, you taste deliscous? 'Cause that's true. In fact, I want more.". The man opened his jaw wide, revealing sharp canine's. "I bet your flesh is as sweet and tender as anything.". Harry backed up, until his back was flat against the wall. Harry closed his eyes, and braced himself, when a voice rang out throughout the tunnel.

"Marrok! Adoruq!". The two men stopped, and turned to the sound of the voice. Two men were stood at the end of the hallway. "Step away from the child."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realise he was already someone's meal ticket."

"We don't hurt children. That's what seperates us from the animals. Much like yourself.". The man with long hair, Marrok, chuckled.

"Alessandro." he grinned. "And here I thought that such common insults were beneath you."

"I'd never pass up the chance to belittle you, Marrok." Alessandro smirked. The man beside him also took this as his cue to speak up.

"Now, why don't the two of you run along? Before we send you running with your tails between your legs." he said.

"Ah Baldassare, always spoiling for a fight." Marrok grinned.

"Not at all, you just bring out something in me." he said. "Now, run along, or do I need to throw a stick?". Marrok and Adoruq cast both men, and thecowering boy a dark glance, then turned and left the Underpass.

The two men approached Harry's cowering form.

"Are you alright, kid?" Alessandro asked. He was a tall, broad shouldered man, with a thick head of hair. He was wearing a bright robe robe of some sort, and what looked like armoured black leather underneath. The ridiculous notion that he must get hot in summer passed through Harry's head. This was definiately neither the time nor the place to be worrying about such things. Both men were wearing glasses, with glowing red lenses. Harry nodded.

"Did they want to eat me?" He asked, softly. The men looked to one another.

"Yeah." Alessandro said, in a low voice. "But it's okay. They're gone now. You're safe."

"Did they do this to you?" asked the second man, Baldassare. He was wearing an outfit just like Alessandro's, but he was bald, and seemed to have a calmer aura to him.

"No, my Aunt, Uncle and cousin did this. It was to teach me a lesson."

"Sorry, to teach you a lesson? What was the lesson, exactly?"

"Um… I don't know. I think it was that it's not okay for me to have a good day, and not to bleed on expensive carpet.". Baldassare muttered a word under his breath that Harry had heard his Uncle use plenty of times.

"What's your name, kid?" asked Alessandro.

"Harry, Harry Potter. My relatives just call me Freak though.". The two men looked at one another with a look of shock and confusion.

"Potter?"

"Yes, sir.". Alessandro ran a hand through his thick, curled hair.

"Come on, kid. We've got a safe place you can stay." he said. The two men lead Harry through the confusing passages of the Underpass. It would be perfectly understandable for someone to get lost in these passages. Each one seemed to last an eternity, and the layout was seemingly random and constantly changing. They came to a halt in front of a plain segment of wall. Alessandro removed his gloves and placed a hand on the wall. As his robe rose with his arm, Harry noticed that the man had all sorts of weaponry attached to his belt. Guns, knives, and all manner of complicated gadgets that Harry didn't recognise were attached to his belt. Harry quickly looked away, not wanting to annoy the two men, or ask too many questions. The wall suddenly slid open. Harry stared at it in shock. It was almost like magic. The three entered through the hole, and proceeded down a set of stairs.

"Mind your step now, kid." Baldassare warned.

After a few minutes of descending stairs, and through narrow, dimly lit corridors, they emerged into a chamber, lit by a dim green light, and ending in large metal doors. Alessandro reached into his robe, and Harry was briefly concerned that he was going for his weapon. However, the man pulled out a key, and unlocked the heavy, steel doors.

"Welcome to New Brancast.". The doors swung open, and Harry stared in awe. Beyond the doors was an entire underground city. Thousands of buildings, cars, buses, business, and people. Harry shook his head.

"What is this place?" he asked.

"This is New Brancast." said Alessandro, leading the group down the steps into the city "It's been home to many British vampires for thousands of years. It was founded to house the vampires that were persecuted during the middle ages. Quite frankly we like our own space, so very few ever venture into the surface world."

"Sorry, sir… Did you say Vampires?" said Harry.

"Of course. I know that many humans do not believe in us any more, but that doesn't mean we're not out there."

"But, I thought you weren't-"

"I know. Our existance is all but the stuff of fanstasy these days I'm afraid. No matter, you know the truth now."

"Where are you taking me?"

"To our leader. To Athelinda. She'll be able to help you."

"Is she going to bite me?" Harry asked, nervously.

"No, no. You're far too young. You'd never survive the transformation." Alessandro replied. She'll be able to help you in a different way.

The three stopped in front of an impressive dark building. It held a distinctly regal aura to it, and emitted a dark foreboding sense of power from within. The three of them entered the building, and after Alessandro and Baldassare had flashed a couple of badges at the bored looking secretary led Harry up a long flight of stairs. They came to a halt before a set of large ornate doors. The delicate sounds of a piano could be heard coming from the other side of the doors. Alessandro knocked on the doors, and the sounds of piano quickly ceased.

"Come in." came a soft voice. Stepping through the doors, Harry looked around. The room was beautiful. The room was decorated in a stunning burgundy, to offset the white marble floors. Bookshelves lined the walls, and elegant statues and decorations were strategiaclly placed throughout the room.

"Athelinda." said Alessandro. "We have important news.". The sound of footsteps came from the next room. A beautiful young lady, in a long flowing white dress stepped through. She was pale, with long blonde hair, and bright blue eyes, that seemed to glow.

"Alessandro, Baldassare." she smiled, then noticed Harry. "And who is your young friend?"

"Harry Potter, Ma'am." said Alessandro. Athelinda frowned.

"Harry Potter?" she asked, kneeling down to his level. "And you were so excited to meet him, that you thought you'd break his nose?" she asked, examining his wound.

"No Ma'am. That was the work of his relatives. We found him at the mercy of Marrok and Adoruq."

"Those dogs." Athelinda spat. "No matter, I can fix this." she said, casting Harry a warm glance, and rubbing her hands together. She muttered a few words under her breath, and Harry felt a pleasent warm feeling across the bridge of his nose. "Better?" she asked him.

"Yes, Ma'am." Harry nodded. Athelinda gave him a warm smile.

"Now then, we just need to get you cleaned up, some clothes that aren't worn hand-me downs, and a good meal."

"Where will he stay, Ma'am?" asked Baldassare.

"Stay?" asked Harry. "What do you mean?"

"You didn't think we'd make you go back to your realatives did you?" asked Alessandro, winking at him.

"You mean I don't ever have to go back to them?"

"No, never." he nodded.

"So, you'll be staying with me." said Athelinda. "Would you like that, Harry?". Harry nodded, excitedly.

"Yes, please Miss Athelinda!" he exclaimed. Athelinda grinned happily.

"I'm very pleased to hear that, Harry. Now then, let's get you cleaned up." she smiled, offering Harry her hand, and leading him to the bathroom. Alessandro and Baldassare looked to one another.

"Athelinda seemed happy." Baldassare commented.

"She's in her element. She's a caregiver." Alessandro replied. "She always has been. Even back in our Hogwarts days, she would protect the weak, and watch over everyone she could. She's not got a selfish, viscous or angry bone in her body."

"I forgot you two went to school together."

"That was a long time ago, lifetimes. Literally." Alessandro smiled. "Anyway, our job here is done. Come on, you can buy me a drink.". Baldassare grinned at his friend, as they headed for the door.

"I've just had a thought."

"What's that?"

""How do you think Tamisra's gonna react when she finds out?"