The time was around midnight, on an early June night. The air was warm and comforting as it typically was for a were just released from school earlier that week, but no child wanted to stay out in the weather tonight. With the humidity feeling like it was trying to suffocate you.
The sounds of multiple footsteps were faint, but they were increasing as they were running down an alley. The footsteps were heard in twos every two seconds, which meant that there was a single person. A single person that was running continuously down a stoned alley. The sounds of panting could be heard, and then a figure flew out of the alley. Out into the darkness of the streets, out into just a single lamp that stood on the street. The figure was a blond haired male, he was wearing pure black robes which only made his hair stand out more. He looked to the left, then to the right and took off running again. In his blue eyes was panic, utter panic. Almost as if he was petrified for his life.
His feet pounded to the stones as he tried his hardest to run away from something. Or someone.
"Where do you think you're going, Draco Malfoy." A woman's screech could be heard from behind him, then suddenly three people appeared in front of the blond haired male. Making him stop instantly, then he turned back around to run away. The same voice that screeched at him had laughed a horrible laugh. The next thing Draco knew was that he was on the ground with an incredible weight pushing him into the stones. He hissed in pain, and tried to curl up into a ball.
The three people that was following Draco, looked alike. There was two females and one male. They all wore skimpy, black, leather outfits and had large bat-like wings coming out from their back. There was one woman that was standing out in front of the other two, which made her look like the leader of the group. She was smirking down at Draco, and had a hungry look on her face.
"It's a pity, that you have to die. But I know you will come to love being one of us." Draco coughed from the pain, and glared up at them.
"Get away from me!" Draco spat at them, which only made one of the vampires kick him in the side. The blond haired male winced from the pain and staid there.
"This, is your punishment for being a traitor." The vampire hissed, and leaped on to Malfoy. While the young boy just shrieking in the mind shattering pain.
"Hey guys, I think there is something wrong with my glasses." A young male said as he walked downstairs of the house at the Burrow. It was Harry Potter, and he walked down the stairs holding his glasses in his hands. Harry's hair was still the shaggy black hair that it has always been, but his features were sharper and he had grown quite a lot. Making him look almost of the age of a young adult. The only difference from him being an adult and a teenager was being able to escape the stress.
"Are your eyes getting worse?" An older Hermione asked, as she looked over at Harry from the dinner table. Blinking confusingly when she heard Harry talk about his glasses. The dark haired boy shook his head, making his shaggy hair fall from side to side.
"No...I mean they still work but something's off about them. I can see letters more clearly then before without them. I mean...I still can't read far away but I can make out the letters after a while." Harry said, then put his glasses back on to his head to see his friends only a little more sharper then before. Ron shrugged as he staid sitting next to Hermione, grabbing some food and put it on his plate.
"Why mess with it? Doesn't sound something to worry about, Mate." Ronald said as he started to eat his food that was on his plate. Hermione shoved him with her elbow a bit, but it didn't disrupt Ron from eating his meal. Harry smiled and laughed softly at the two. Looking away, he went and grabbed his food to put on his plate. Eating it with them, as they talked more about what they were going to do this summer before their last year of school together. Hermione had started to take harder classes, that Ron and Harry didn't understand at all. While Ron and Harry were more focused on Quiddich which, Hermione didn't understand at all either.
That was the beginning of the summer for Harry Potter. The boy-who-lived. Seemingly, nothing was wrong with him other than his glasses. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had spent the summer doing some chores, messing around with the brooms, and walking around in Diagon Alley. All was almost to normal after the war, with only a few things to remember about. The people who have died. Sometimes, the memories would come back to haunt Harry. Snape, Siruis, Dumbledore, Lupin...all were dead. Them, and many more were all dead. Although, Harry would think about that, he would always remember that Voldemort was dead. Voldemort was dead. Harry and everyone in the world could finally relax.
Although, what Harry did not realize though was that each day he was getting stronger, each day he was eating more, each day he was gaining more power, each day he was seeing clearly. Since it was in short bursts, nobody clearly noticed what was happening until the night before his birthday. Harry was sitting at the dinner table, when he started to pile everything on his plate. The Weasleys and Hermione were looking over at Harry, and stared at him with their mouth open. Once Harry realized he was being looked at, he stopped and looked over at the people who were staring at him. He blinked confusingly.
"What?"
"What? What do you mean, 'What'?" Hermione said at first as she was still staring at the plate of food that was currently on Harry's plate. The dark haired boy nodded.
"Yeah, what are you staring at?" Harry said in a calm manor, as he picked up a bread roll and took a bite out of it.
"Harry, you just ate five plates that was completely full of food." Ron said in awe, he then looked at his own plate, and pushed it away. Feeling a bit queasy seeing his best friend eat so much food. He felt full just looking at Harry's plate.
"What? No I didn't. I would of been at least mildly full by then." Harry said as he took another bite of his food. But then everyone else looked at each with a worried look then back at Harry.
"Yes Harry, you just ate five plates that was completely filled with food. I mean, I know you're growing, my boy, but are you sure you're not sick?" Mr. Weasley asked as he looked over at Harry. The dark haired male nodded as he took another bite. Still showing that he was ravenous, and wanted to eat more then talk about why he was still craving food. The family decided to drop the talk, and decided to just leave Harry to eating. Even after an hour after the family was done eating, Harry continued. The food kept on magically appearing. Harry's eyes were hazy, dull, and held no emotion in them as he took bite after bite of the food.
When he heard the nine o'clock ring, Harry looked up. He dropped his fork on to the plate, and he stared at the clock. He had been eating for three hours straight. The dark haired male looked at his food, and he couldn't see anything. Just a plate of food that looked repulsive to him...but yet he was hungry. Nothing was satisfying him, and he got up from his place. Walking away to take care of his plate he then stood there by the kitchen sink. Watching the water reflect himself. He stared down at his image, and saw the hazy look in his eyes.
"What's happening to me?" Harry whispered as he watched himself. Hopefully, he was just sick..Harry thought but he knew deep down that it wasn't the case. And that was what scared him. The dark haired male took his glasses off, and the area around him changed into a sharper look. Harry looked around and saw that he saw everything more clearly. He took his glasses and sat them on the kitchen counter, then he stood there. Looking back at himself. He saw the sharper looks, the eyes, the hair...he looked different. Harry thought. He looked like a predator...
Harry quickly turned to run up to Ron's room. Knowing something was wrong with him, he ran into Ron's bedroom. Seeing the red head laying down in his bed. Slowly falling asleep.
Mr. Weasley, Ron, and Hermione had took Harry to a Medi-Wizard at the hospital. They explained the situation, and the Medi-Wizard had nodded. Saying that they would just have to wait until tomorrow to run tests since it was starting to become late at night. Harry had sighed at how he had to wait to figure out if there was anything wrong with him. Although, he knew there was something wrong with him..if there wasn't anything wrong with him he wouldn't of cared about he was scared...scared that Voldemort had done something to him right before he died..he couldn't leave everyone yet. He couldn't.
The dark haired male laid in his bed that night, laying there with the thought of something was wrong with him. Not even realizing that it was his birthday in just a few moments. The dark haired male sighed, and looked at the clock. 11:59pm. Harry read, then his eyes widened as he realized.
"It's my birthday..." Harry whispered, and just after that his calm face turned into a contorted one. He arched his back, and shut his eyes tightly. His back, his stomach, his throat, and his mouth all burned. It was as if someone had put him up against a boiling pot of melted gold. A silent scream escaped his lips, his intensified pain had cut his scream off and made it silent.
What's happening...Harry last thought, right before he blacked out from the pain.
The young blond boy was laying on a wooden floor. His eyes..soulless, emotionless...dead. The boy was dead. Malfoy's blue eyes were a dull color from the lifelessness from him. He laid there, his face looking like a porcelain doll, a line was cut right above Draco's collar bone, and neck. He laid there, while candles were lighting his face, and reflecting off his porcelain face. Around the dead body was black rings, three of them, and he was in the middle. The people who had killed Draco was there, and they each stood on one of the rings. They got down on to their knees, and started to bow. Then..they suddenly sounded demonic. Their voices, cracking, and barking as they started to speak Latin words.
Suddenly, they all screamed and stared at Draco's body. Their eyes crimson and blood was trickling from their eyes. They looked like sadistic animals. Their haired messed up and everywhere. Their hands clawing into the floor boards, the blood from their eyes were increasing. Fangs were spouting from their teeth, and they gave one last scream as they arched their back. They shrieked upwards into the night.