Disclaimer: If you think I own Harry Potter or any of the concepts of this story then you need your head checked severely. I can't even hold dibs on the plot considering how many HP Fanfic stories are there out there. It's just fun and no money or copyright infringement is intended.

Title: Bittersweet Symphony

Rating: T-M

Pairing: Harry/Luna

Summary: Harry's turn was the end of his naïve nature to their manipulations, the end of the haunting nightmares that lay in the dreamscape of life for he became a nightmare and no longer was he a puppet connected to strings of two tyrant sorcerers.

NOTE BEFORE YOU READ, it is IMPORTANT!: (gasps) This, is a heterosexual story. The first one I have written since I was thirteen-years-old and I'm quite a bit older than that now.

Key Note: NO, this is NOT a Twilight Crossover, However, I am taking the creation of the VAMPIRES used and planting it in the HP world but there WILL be a few exceptions and I'll bend the rules as I see fit.

Now, onto the warnings.

WARNINGS: DARK Vampire Harry, Mild sexual situations ( I am not doing graphic but there will be a little bit of stuff here and there.) There will be blood, gore, violence, slight OOC considering Harry IS dark. Alternate Universe with a few tainted bits of canon here and there. Adult Language and other stuff I can't think of. Now, onto the story. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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Bittersweet Symphony

By: Amanda

Prologue

Cold.

He always despised the cold weather because it never bode well for him; from sprayed streetlight footpath of Magnolia Crescent fifteen-year-old Harry James Potter turned his attention to the dark purple and black sky. It was tainted, he could see traces of the moon hidden behind landscapes of sculpted clouds and perhaps this had been his only warning.

Perhaps it had been a sign from whatever it was that watched over him to turn on his heel and rush back to the cramped little house on Privet Drive.

Frowning slightly, Harry shook his head, although he didn't believe in omens, too much had happened in his past and he never had a warning before so why would they start now? Even if they did exist, Harry doubted that they would watch over him.

Dropping his gaze from the sky he outlined his shadow as he began his nightly walk toward the locked up park that was vandalized more often than not. He vaulted over the fence easily enough and found the lone rusty chained swing that swayed in the chilly breeze.

It was July and it was cold.

Before, July had been a nice month, not because it signaled his birthday, he didn't care about that one single bit, no one else had so why should he? No, July signaled warmth, even in the depths of the night a warm wind would seize him and it was then that Harry knew he could get through another summer with relatives like them.

To be honest, Harry Potter was vastly annoyed and felt the need to vent. It all led up to what happened less than a month ago.

It wasn't Voldemort, although the man weighed heavily on his mind considering his scar liked to abuse him like fire to the skin but because of his situation.

He wasn't arrogant enough to call himself a saviour no matter what the Magical World thought. One minute he was their precious bespectacled boy-who-lived and the next he was cursed like a demon, even his own friends had turned their back on him at one point in time.

But he knew that it was childish immaturity that caused that. Ron, his best friend was still a child and Hermione while she had a mature mind when it came to the 'facts of life.' She was ultimately dimwitted when it came to human nature. She was still a child with an adult vocabulary.

They had never witnessed the horrors Harry had and maybe just maybe he was a tad bit jealous of it but that was not what truly bothered him.

No, what had bothered him was a certain someone he looked up too.

Albus Dumbledore.

Harry knew he was only a man: a wise one? Yes, most definitely so. A cunning one? Mhmm, more than wise, he had thought multiple times but the one factor that really drove him to near insanity was the games. He spun them like a spider spinning her web and he captured them, ensnaring and feasting until there was nothing left.

He hunched over and pressed his elbows to his knees and stared at the worn grass that his feet stomped all over every time the swing shifted into a slow rhythm.

Harry knew that he was stuck and that's where everything lay. He could do nothing but watch like a marionette and do what those long fingers holding the strings made him do. He wondered at times if the things he had done through the years had been his own doing or was it those strings attached to the clefts of his joints. He wondered if they forced him to act and even say because of the box he had been placed in.

Or was he a mime rather than a marionette? He had a mask and couldn't speak, his hands continued to run along the invisible glass walls with no way out.

What was the difference? They both wound up painted, they both wound up controlled, like a Grand Symphony following the instruction of their composer blindly.

Harry had been so deep in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed the bristle of the bushes or the appearance of a tall statuesque figure of a woman with spirals of brown hair falling over her thin frame and she looked all but human. Even if he had noticed, he wouldn't have been able to do anything anyway.

What he did notice was when she got right up in his face, burning eyes of burgundy stared unblinkingly with a porcelain face of deadly beauty. He took no notice of anything else as he was ensnared and her hair was the last thing he saw as she moved in for the kill.

His eyes snapped shut, glasses tumbling off with a crack as he threw his head back, the skin of his neck was pierced by a razor sharp mouth that looked completely normal and he felt nothing for all of two seconds when a torrent of flames set him ablaze by a strange sort of fuel that caused the scream to escape his mouth before he could muffle it.

It was worse than the Cruciatus Curse and haunting as he was gripped by something cold and cast iron like. He began to convulse, shuddering violently as his eyes snapped open unseeing the sky that seemed to turn a hazy blood right and he could vaguely feel the trickle of liquid run down his neck soaking his oversized t-shirt in a crimson flood.

All of this transpired in mere seconds but felt like an age of agony for the woman or creature rather began to heave and she threw herself back with a dangerous speed hitting the fence harshly causing it to come crashing down as if she weighed more than ton.

Harry doubled over onto his knees, there was a haze before him but he could just make the female out, she was barbaric, her moves unpredictable and her burgundy eyes rolled.

"M - Magic," she gagged. "You – Magic, burns! Burns!" She grabbed her throat like she was trying to rip her own head off.

Harry moaned as the pain flared through him, engulfing his whole body like he had entered hell. He rolled onto his back and tried desperately to rub against the cold earth and make it disappear. He writhed in agony as he heard the attacker's moans of pain as she too fell forward but she made a loud thud to the ground making her sink just a little into the depths of cold ground.

As Harry heard the last of her cries, his entire body sank into a deep blackness filled with an untimely pain and he hoped to God that it would end and that he would see death.

He could only hope, only wish and his last thought before everything went blank was that perhaps the Angel of Death had sought him out.

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Quiet and soft sheets of wind blew across the earth's sky, something wet and warm sprinkled onto the body of the still figure laying below a squeaky swinging chain.

When Harry Potter came too, he felt as if he had fallen asleep and had a very nasty dream that was until he breathed and cold air whistled hollowly down his throat.

His eyes snapped open at the exact same time that fuzzy distorted memories of last night took place in his mind's eye.

Pain. It was the most prominent figure in this whole equation. He sat up, not knowing just how fast he had done it and he peered around him well aware of the massive bright color and detail spreading across his line of sight. He gasped as he continued to see far beyond the trees of the park into the roads of the next several streets.

He heard the cars passing by and he darted his eyes all around trying to find something to lock in on and to focus but his mind was spinning, it was moving too fast.

He felt good though, there was no pain from last night, nothing.

"Harry Potter," wheezed a voice causing him to snap his head much too quickly to the side to see a weak woman laying a few yards away and part of the gate that had been around the park having collapsed.

Flashes of her flying into it and clutching her throat came back to him and he narrowed his eyes. "What the hell did you do to me?" he snarled feeling a coil of vicious rage seer into like a lava current. His voice sounded older, more mature with a dark timber quality that caused the woman's red eyes to dilate.

"You are beautiful."

"Fuck you!" Harry hissed out suddenly and then gasped when he realized that, it wasn't like him to curse. In fact, it wasn't like him to feel so angry he wanted to rip her head off, nor was it like him to want to hurt a woman. His narrowed eyes sharpened as she reached out to him.

"Cold one, you have turned into one of us, I did not know you were a wizard," she whispered in a raspy pathetic sort of voice that made Harry want to finish her off.

"Cold one?" Harry spun around and jumped to his feet and peered down at the ground that was a lot further down than he remembered. "What the hell did you do to me? Answer me woman!" he ordered harshly causing her to smile like a fading moon.

"Vampire," she answered and as it rolled off her reddened lips, Harry staggered back and gripped the chain of the swing only to smash it into the pieces. She giggled musically and managed to get onto her knees, she swept her hair behind her back. "Your blood is delicious," she hissed licking her lips. "But it is poison to our kind. How you survived being a wizard, I will never know. I am dying my body is slowly deteriorating, your blood is countering my venom."

"My blood is not totally my own," Harry answered icily enough to freeze the atmosphere around him.

"You will thirst, you will hunger, and you will attack," she rolled on as she fell to the ground and turned onto her back. Her chest heaved from beneath the tan thin layer of clothing she wore. She stared into the sky. "I am breathing humanly for the first time in over a hundred years… it is the end for me but a beginning for you," she said offhandedly.

She waved her hand lazily in the air. "I do not know, what happens if a wizard is turned, I have never seen a result. I only heard they die along with those who attacked, but you're healthy…" she said mysteriously. "You will be strong, watch your strength, watch your speed, and watch your hunger. The sun is beautiful but don't step directly into it, it won't burn, just dazzle a bit but it will leave every nasty human gazing at you like a side show circus." Her words were care less and they seemed to roll away from her instinctively.

"What's your name?" Harry asked evenly.

"Juliana," she murmured. "I have no surname or if I did, I do not remember. Good-bye -?"

"Harry," he answered, "Harry Potter."

She barked out a laugh that sounded like a thousand musical bells moving in sync with one another. "Good-bye Harry Potter, enjoy immortality," she said peering up at him from where she lay. "Hide your eyes or everyone in your world will know what you've become."

She was silent after that, her head tilted to the side, gone completely.