Harry Potter turned sixteen, and came into an inheritance he never knew about.
Now, as the Lord of the Underworld and a vampire, doors are being opened to reveal just who is the real bad guy in his life.
And what's this? A new love is blooming...for the Dark Lord.
DISCLAIMER: not mine - i WISH.
WARNINGS: rated NC-17 for a reason people. this story is filled with homosexual love, violence, supernatural beings, language and other things. there will be Dumbledore/Light Side bashing. Enjoy!
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My hair was molded, back-combed, and hairsprayed to perfection. It was like American rockstar Nikki Sixx's hair on steroids and Slytherin acid, the roots staying their original black and fading out to green then to pure white tips, and was exactly like those long scene hairstyles girls wear. Just that made me giddy with excited rebellion. My eyes had gone from regular old green to a glowing green, and so I decided to spare Diagon Alley by wearing large black shades, which failed to hide the multiple piercings adorning my face along my nose, lip, and waxed eyebrows, though my hair hid the ones on my ears, and the infamous lightning bolt scar. My smirk was filled with absolute glee at my new twist from fate, and I blew a large bubble of sour green apple bubble gum. My outfit was a bright neon green t-shirt with "Sincerely, Bitch Boy" in bold black letters, dark green skinnies, a bright GIR hoodie from Invader Zim, and black hi-top All Star Converse with random Sharpie all over the white bits. My fingernails were primmed and painted black, and my tongue played with my lip ring, making me look adorably irresistible with the smirk still firmly in place.
I strode down Diagon Alley, gaining a lot of attention, and I giggled to myself as so many I passed rose a hand casually and stretched it over their head to sweep their hair from their necks and present it to me subtly, submitting themselves to me. I nodded to them, my perpetual smirk only widening. They would flash a small smile back to me, that look in their eyes.
People stepped out of my way, knowing that I wasn't to be messed with.
Jesus, it felt good to be whole and Lord of the Underworld.