Chapter One: Bloody Hell!
Harry Potter awoke in a start. The same nightmare that he had been having for several years had awoken him from a slumber. In said nightmare, he was at a house which he did not recognize, talking to a man he did not know, but the two seemed as familiar as prostitutes and Whitechapel. They had talked for a while, and their conversation had escalated, leading to a fight. A pretty young blonde had come in at the wrong moment, and had been sliced with a knife. He had frozen, and the man had sent a jibe his way, about licking something up. He had never known what it had meant, but he seemed to last a little longer than usual. He had stared at the blood pooling on the floor, and had felt something. Not regret, not sadness... but Hunger...
He shook it from his mind, and stood up. He promptly banged his head on the roof of his cupboard. He almost cried out in pain, but thought better of it. That would get him a beating from his uncle. His aunt would look on, helpless, as his teeth were rattled by blow after blow with Vernon's Timberland boots. His cousin would laugh, but as soon as Vernon left for the pub, muttering about freaks, he and his mother would help Harry to his feet, sit him in a chair, tend his wounds and order some food for them all. Harry usually asked for Indian food, and the last weekend had been no different. Vernon had been especially brutal: Only relenting when begged by Petunia. She had said that he had had enough, and that he wasn't worth it. He had stormed out of the house, and decided to go for a skinful.
Harry opened his cupboard, and stumbled out. He stretched, yawned and walked into the kitchen. His uncle sat at the table reading his newspaper. Harry bade him good morning, and set about making breakfast. He cracked two eggs into the pan, and thought of making something for himself. He pushed that out straight away, as the last time that had happened, he had woken up with a broken arm. He pushed a few slices of toast into the toaster, and looked up. His cousin had walked in, and his aunt had soon followed. He placed a plate of bacon, egg and toast in front of his uncle, a plate of sausages for his cousin, and a boiled egg for his aunt. He would just have to hope that Dudley would sneak some out for him.
Dudley had changed over the last year. He had lost a lot of his puppy fat, and now had something resembling muscle. His father, although proud, thought that his son looked like less of a man this way. Once Dudley had finished eating, he stood. He said "Dad, can I take Harry upstairs? I think my room needs tidying." Vernon responded affirmatively, and Dudley beckoned Harry out of the kitchen.
Harry and Dudley ran up to his room, and when they reached it, Dudley pulled two sausages from his pocket. Harry devoured them in seconds, and Dudley tossed him a four pack of Mars Bars. He tore into one, while his cousin tucked into a small packet of mints. What Vernon didn't know was that Dudley had lost his weight because he was giving Harry all of his snacks. He had seen how thin Harry was, and had asked his mum about it. She had sat him down, and told him a story of how Harry's parents had been killed by an evil man. He had told Harry, and he had burst into tears. Harry had settled down, however, when Dudley told him the rest of the story.
Harry's parents were magic. Harry's mother had been told she was a witch at an early age, and Petunia was told that she was something called a Squib. His parents had been madly in love, and his mother, Lily, had fallen pregnant during her seventh year. They had left, and lived a normal life until this Voldemort guy had killed them on Halloween night. He had often dreamed of meeting his parents, and he had been shown some magical pictures, which, unlike normal "Muggle" pictures, moved in the frame. He had also been told that there was a chance that both he and Dudley were wizards. He had jumped for joy, and hugged his cousin.
Harry kept this silent, until one day, he saw a strong, intimidating boy wearing glasses levitating a small flower into a bushy haired girls hand. She had blushed profusely, and the boy had grinned. Harry had gone up to the boy and introduced himself after that. The boy had told him that his name was Raven, although his friends called him Birdman. Birdman had then told Harry that he could be friends with him, under two conditions.
1: He stayed away from the bushy haired girl.
2: He stayed well away from him on the full moon.
When Harry asked why, the man nonchalantly replied "I'm a werewolf." Harry had laughed it off, and had asked if there was anything special about him. The boy sniffed the air, and proclaimed quietly: "I think you might be a vampire." Harry had asked how he knew, to which the boy had said that his sense of smell could smell something undead. He then said that if Harry was a vampire, then he must be a day walker. Harry had heard of those, and wondered how he had been surviving so long without blood.
He asked Petunia the next day, while Vernon was at work. She gasped, and asked Harry who had told him about his vampirism. He told her about Birdman, and she relaxed. She then went on to explain about how whenever he ordered his takeaway food, she had slipped a small amount of blood from her into his food. He had asked why she hadn't told him, and she had replied that he wasn't ready.
Vernon had come home, furious. He had walked straight up to Petunia, and snarled "I was approached by two of those freaks today, and they told me that Dudley was one of them." He had turned his sights onto harry, and had said that Dudley had been corrupted. He had went to hit Harry, but Petunia had grabbed his arm. He had spun round and backhanded her, and Harry felt an explosion of rage. Then everything faded to black.
AN: So, what do you think? This will probably be updated once every two weeks, and will be my main story for quite a while. This is an AU, so expect some freaky shit, and extreme OOCness. Drop me a review, as they are all read, answered and appreciated. ()_()