Harry had had enough. He refused to accept the Dursley's for even one more minute. So after he blew up his aunt Marge, he grabbed his school trunk and bolted. He walked through the back roads of little whinging for three hours before he finally collapsed from exhaustion. He just couldn't take anymore. So with a great huff of exhaustion he laid down on the grass. It didn't take him long to pass out.

He woke up in a start to see the blurry images of the people around him. The first thing that registered was that he wasn't lying down anymore. He was in fact sitting up. The next thing he noticed was that his hands were tied behind his back. And the last thing he noticed was that he was naked. He began struggling with the bonds that bound his wrists only for the three to notice him.

"Look here lads the punks awake." Said a cold cruel voice.

Harry jerked around to the voice and backed away as a blurry fist hit him in the head.

"We're gonna have some fun with you boy." The voice said though it barely registered through his pain filled mind. "Just remember next time you shouldn't piss off a Malfoy."

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Sirius black had been on the run from Azkaban for three weeks now. He had a burning need to get to Hogwarts and kill Peter Pettigrew. However he also wanted to see his godson, and make sure he was ok. He knew where Lily's sister and her husband lived, and decided to check on harry from afar before heading towards Scotland. He was currently traveling in his animagus form, which was a large black deerhound.

He showed up about three hours after harry had already left. He could smell the scent trail leaving the house and decided to follow it. He had been following the trail for an hour and a half when he smelled three other scents. All three were male and older, and something was off. Although Sirius couldn't place it. He decided that to find harry and make sure he was safe. Soon he found Harry's trunk and school supplies, but no Harry. Harry's wand was lying in the grass, and the other three scents were all over the area. He got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He picked up the wand in his mouth and took off towards the scent. He soon came to an abandoned warehouse. There were sounds coming from the inside. He listened in and was repulsed to hear a wet sucking sound coming from inside the building.

He quickly turned into his human form and took Harry's wand in his right hand. He entered the area as quietly as he knew how, Auror training it seemed just stuck with you. What he saw was three men leaning over a rapidly fading boy's naked body. On was cutting his own wrist while the others seemed to be draining the body dry. Sirius felt his insides freeze up. He didn't know what to do. When he saw the one who was bleeding hold his slit wrist over the boys open mouth though he reacted.

"Lumos Optimus Maximus!" the rays of light that erupted from the wand evaporated all three vampires. However Sirius could see that the damage was already done. Harry potter, the boy who lived was turning into a vampire at the age of thirteen. Sirius fell to his knees and roared his rage and grief at failing to protect his best friend's son to the high heavens. Because of this he didn't see the trail of black smoke evaporating from Harry's scar.

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Harry regained consciousness three nights later. His head was pounding and his throat was dry. His entire body ached in ways that he didn't want to know how or even why they hurt n the first place. He looked down to notice that he was one covered up from the waist down with a soft cotton blanket. And two he was still nude. It didn't occur to him that he could see without the aid of his glasses. It did however register that there was someone sitting against the wall staring at him intently.

Harry didn't know whether to trust this man or not, but seeing as he seemed to be dying of thirst he decided to go out on a limb.

"Water?" he croaked out. The man conjured a glass of water and floated it over to the boy. Harry quickly gulped it down, before retching it and a good amount of bile back up. "What was that?"

"That was just plain water." Sirius said watching his godson intently. "Here let me give you something else."Sirius conjured another glass before rolling up the left sleeve of the shirt he was wearing and slitting his wrist over the glass. Harry watched in overt fascination as the blood dripped from the vein and into the glass. If he had seen this very display just days ago he'd have been totally disgusted, but now it was all he could do not to go maul this strangers bleeding wrist.

Sirius used an episkey spell to heal the cut and then floated the full goblet of blood to harry. Harry quickly drank the blood all up. When the goblet was empty he looked Sirius straight in the face and said. "Thank you can I have more?"

Sirius looked at the young vampire before him. Harry's black hair was just as unruly as James' had been, and his emerald irises glowed brightly. They were also blood shot but hey he was a vamp now that's what happened to them. His pale skin shown like ivory in the moonlight. And Sirius' own blood dripped down those full pouty lips and down his pale chin.

"Sorry kid I know you need the stuff, but I haven't been living easy these last few years. and I know that I'm going to need my strength." He said with an apologetic grin.

"Who are you? And why do you have my wand?" harry asked now that he was thinking somewhat clearly.

"Boy do I got a story for you." Sirius said before diving right in, and giving harry all the gritty details of his parents going into hiding, Pettigrew betraying them. His stent in Azkaban, and his eventual escape. And finally tracking harry down and the vampires. Harry listened patiently and absorbed everything that was said.

"So I guess I'm a vampire now huh?" harry said downcast. "A dark creature with no rights."

"Well technically you'll still be head of house potter and have access to all your money as you are the last potter." Sirius said semi-jokingly.

"Oh well it's not like I planned on staying in the magical world anyways. Their all a bunch of backwards inbred idiots!" harry roared fiercely. Unfortunately for him Sirius saw right through the act.

"It'll be ok. We'll go find Pettigrew and get me cleared to take care of you." Sirius told him with a sad smile.

Harry gazed at him for a moment. "Can we go back to the Dursley's house? I have something I want to do before we have to leave."

"Sure thing pup." Sirius said standing up and reaching for Harry's arm. As soon as he grabbed it he spun in place and the two disappeared in a pop. They arrived on the Dursley's back porch. Harry walked forward saying. "Don't worry this won't take long."

Sirius recognized that whatever Harry was about to do was going to be bad, stepped forward and said. "You sure about this? Whatever happens in there, there will be no going back."

Harry stopped and turned to face Sirius, his face devoid of all emotions. "They deserve every bit of it. And I refuse to let someone else claim my pound of flesh." Sirius stood still as a statue as harry entered the house without so much as another word.

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Harry walked through the door and into the house. He made no noise as he walked from room to room. In the din he opened all of his uncle's bottles of scotch and poured them on the floor. In the kitchen he turned on the gas to the stove on all four burners and poured all the flammable kitchen chemicals onto the floor. He made sure all the doors were locked and all the curtains were closed before going towards the stairway. He then made his way up stairs.

He went first into his cousin's room. The lardass was snoring so loudly that harry believe that a chainsaw would be a welcome change of pace. He gave the room a quick once over before looking at a wickedly sharp hand to hand combat knife that Vernon had gotten him for his last birthday. Harry took it and held onto it. He saw nothing else of value so he pressed his hand over his cousin's lips and plunged his fangs into his neck. Dudley woke abruptly and begun flailing about trying desperately to get away. Sadly for him being a vampire, Harry's strength was well beyond his own and he soon succumbed to the blood loss.

Harry stopped drinking before he drained Dudley dry but the whale sized boy was to delirious from blood loss to do more than lay on his bed and whimper. Harry left the pathetic heap on the bad and snuck into his aunt and uncles room. They slept side by side but in different beds, harry glared at them. He walked over to his aunt's bed and repeated the process with her. Her wide terror filled eyes were beautiful to him. It gave him such pleasure to see his worst fears being broken down like this.

When she too was delirious from blood loss harry began to search the room. He took all of the cash and credit cards from Vernon's wallet and Petunia's purse, before going to the nightstand beside his uncle's bed and pulling out the berretta 9 mm that he knew to be there. His uncle had threatened him with it enough. Harry grabbed the gun and made sure it was loaded before he slapped his uncle's thigh with the knife that was in his other hand.

Vernon jerked awake, and the first thing he saw was harry. He was about to jump up and beat the young teen until he realized a few things. One harry was naked. Two he had blood dripping down his chin and flowing down his chest. And finally he was pointing Vernon's own gun at him. Vernon paled astronomically.

"Why uncle you don't look pleased to see me." Harry said sweetly.

"I always knew you were a freak!" Vernon thundered leveling his gaze at harry. "Think you got what it takes to pull that trigger do you?"

"What like this?" harry asked before firing the gun into Vernon's left knee cap.

"You'll pay for that freak!" Vernon bellowed, only to take another bullet to the right knee this time.

"Uncle I have decided to end the evens line tonight which means no more Aunt Petunia, no more Dudley. And I'm just taking out the garbage when it comes to you." With that said harry fired two more times, putting a round in each of his uncles arms. He then turned around and left the room. He walked down the stairs and into the din. Once there he picked up his uncles gold plated Zippo, that he used to light cigars after work. He walked from the house and lit the lighter before turning around and throwing it back into the building. The scotch on the floor quickly caught fire and begun spreading through the house.

"We should probably go." Harry said before taking Sirius' arm and being transported away by the stunned man.