~ Chapter Two ~
The scenery of Scotland was merely a blur as Sanguini ran across the countryside eager to leave Hogwarts as far behind as possible. He had accomplished what he'd thought was impossible (though the Dark Lord had also pulled it off two years previously). He had kidnapped two of Hogwarts' students right beneath their noses without so much as a twitch. He would have stopped to laugh at the simplicity of his plan but he didn't have time for that.
Sanguini had been running since ten o'clock last night carrying both wizards and it was now early morning. That meant that the sun would be rising soon and even though the sun didn't kill him it would attract the attention of other living creatures in the area such as possible predators what with his skin acting like a beacon of light when hit. With his swift movements he would be able to best any predator but with two hostages he wouldn't be able to focus on the battle and keep them safe from other animals in the area. Therefore he had an urgency to get where he needed to go.
The question was where did he take two wizards to turn them?
Well he couldn't exactly take them to the Volturri and hope that they wouldn't notice him turning two powerful wizards. That wouldn't be the smartest move ever. As soon as they discovered their abilities Aro would be on them faster than anything to join the guard and even though Sanguini would be their sire he would have no say over them as they were magical vampires and not muggle vampires. Aro would have more credability than him and he would lose responsibility for them in a nonexistent heart beat.
Then there was one of his homes in Switzerland. It wasn't in the best of conditions since he hadn't been there in years. He had been too busy attempting to find a family and then met Worple his "blood brother" after that he had given up hope of ever finding something that would belong to simply him.
The only place he knew he could go and wouldn't be disturbed was a few miles away. It was still in Scotland but who would guess that a vampire would remain in the same country as their pursuers when he could leave as easily as the sun rose each morning?
There was a cottage about several miles away that only a vampire could locate and inhabit. The thing had been a safe house for his sire when he was still alive and had recently turned to his ownership after he had been killed for exposing their kind to muggles. Sanguini had always believed that his sire was a fool. No muggle could ever believe that vampires would get along well with their food. They would always raise a stake before asking questions not that the piece of wood would do anything to harm them. But that wasn't the point. Muggles couldn't be trusted with their secrets.
So his sire's death had been a bonus for Sanguini. He could know do whatever he desired and no one bar the Volturri could stop him. Plus he'd also gained another safe haven.
It was the perfect place for Harry and Draco to go through the change. There would be no one close by that could accidentally stumble across the small cottage and ask why two young students were going through so much pain. It would look similar to the Cruciatus curse but feel ten times worse to the affect that instead of simply going insane, you would die.
The cottage was small with a kitchen, bathroom, two bedrooms and a lounge room. Really there wasn't anything else that he desperately needed and if he did he could always steal it with his rapid speed and let the muggles wonder what kind of burglar could so easily enter a store and leave no trace behind even on the video cameras.
Honestly though why had his sire inbuilt a kitchen? Vampires survived on only one thing and it wasn't waffles. Instead he normally bypassed those useless utensils and stored extra blood packs of potions in the fridge. The bathroom was also pointless unless he desired to have a shower and even then they were few and far between. The only truly useful rooms were the bedrooms and the lounge room. Vampires would spend phenomenal amounts of time in a lounge room whether it was for reading or playing chess. Anything could be done in the lounge room and he meant anything. The bedroom was only useful for one thing though and that was turning two teenage wizards.
The master bedroom had been turned into a room for lovers. It was decked in shades of a deep red and black of all colours. The enormous king sized bed was pushed against the back wall with a large balcony off to the left side. Silk sheets and curtains lined the rooms making it look like a harmless place to have fun. To say the room was extravagant was an understatement. The room practically screamed brothel as it was decorated with numerous sex toys most of which were hidden in a cupboard near the door. Sanguini couldn't wait to use this room perhaps with his two latest additions to vampirism.
Meanwhile the second bedroom was for either people in vast amounts of pain or prisoners. Each bed had a silencing spell upon them provided by wizards who had allied themselves or had interested themselves in vampires at one stage. The beds were a pitiful at best with only a mattress supported on the springs of the bed. There were no sheets as they weren't truly needed. The comfort wouldn't help the pain either via the change or torture. There were windows however they were tiny things and at the very top of the wall nowhere in reach of anything.
Once Sanguini had entered the room he went about closing the windows so they couldn't get out though if they truly wanted out the windows wouldn't be able to stop them. He doubted though that they would think of breaking the small windows though for escape.
Setting them down on a bed each, he looked upon their sleeping faces and smirked. Soon . . . soon they would be his.
He leaned over Draco first and pushed his head to the left revealing his already neck and the best place for him to be bitten. The venom pooled in his mouth as soon as the pale neck was exposed. Without a thought to the pain he would force Draco to endure, Sanguini bit down roughly injected his venom into the bloodstream. Draco even though still asleep immediately began to toss and turn as the venom pumped through his system via the blood stream. Thankfully the screams were silenced by the magic surrounding the bed.
Once he knew enough off his venom had been injected he turned towards Harry. The pale boy had the most amazing emerald green eyes it was almost a pity to have to change him and destroy his eyes. Oh well some losses were for the greater good after all. Without another thought he turned Harry's neck and bit down injecting his venom in the same way he had just done to Draco. However unlike Draco, Harry didn't toss and turn or scream. There was a twitch here and there that a normal human or wizard wouldn't be able to see without the aid of magic and moans of pain but other than that he remained still.
To say Sanugini was shocked was an understatement. Harry must have had an extremely high tolerance for pain which wasn't as shocking as it should be. Yes he had been the target of Voldemort for the past sixteen years but then again it could be something more than that. He would have to speak with Harry when he woke if they ever decided to speak to him.
Sanguini settled down to watch as their physical appearance slowly began to change. To begin with the blood that was slowly being taken over via the venom was turning paler than ever making their skin sparkle in the small amount of sun that was sneaking in through the windows. The skin would be absolutely flawless to the eye of anyone around them. Their hair both of which had been different shades beforehand was now a white blond with a mix of auburn streaks through it obviously leading to a mix of their parents. The only difference was that Draco's hair was perfectly straight while Harry's had a slight wave to the ends. He still had no idea who they could be but this was yet another clue to their parentage.
For their eyes he would have to imagine them as both were screwed shut in pain. He knew instantly that Harry would have a mix of stunning emerald and silver eyes. The emerald would be flecked throughout the shining silver. It would look amazing when it was complete. Draco however he could only guess. Since his eyes had been silver to begin with would they remain the same? Would they also have green mixed in with them? He wouldn't be able to tell until they were open for the first time.
He watched for awhile longer as the change continued. Their senses would strengthen over the three days leaving Harry without the use of his glasses. His eyes would be perfect as would his hearing and sense of smell. Their bodies would develop into flawless beings left to wonder the Earth for eternity by Sanguni's side.
Now all he had to do was wait . . .
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His heart was pounding inside his chest almost as if it were about to jump out of his body. The pain was excruciating. This was nowhere near as bad as painful as the Cruciatus. No, this was much worse. His entire body felt as if it were on alight with a fire so hot it would never burn out. The worst were his veins though he could swear molten lava was flowing freely through them creating new pathways for his blood yet he knew that was incorrect.
Through the pain he knew what was happening.
He'd been bitten by that vampire. If only he could remember a name to go along with that face. Well at least he knew that with the red eyes he wasn't a magical vampire. He was just a normal muggle vampire that had stumbled upon a wizard and desired to know more about them. That had led the vampire to Hogwarts and directly to the students themselves all of which could have been turned but now he was out of luck there.
Nope instead it had been him that was chosen. But he distinctly remembered someone there with him . . .
He could see a form lying on the form just before he lost consciousness.
Potter. The other person had been none other than Harry Potter. There was no doubt as to why Potter had been kidnapped by this psycho vampire but why had he been taken as well?
Sure he was the son of Voldemort's right hand . . . well ex-right hand man. Lucius had failed in the Department of Mysteries and now he had been punished for it by spending time in Azkaban while Draco attempted to salvage whatever reputation they still had with the Dark Lord. It was pathetic and almost appeared as if the Dark Lord desired to get Lucius as far away from him as possible. He still wasn't sure he'd read the emotions correctly.
Surely that couldn't be reason enough to get kidnapped. He was a Death Eater yes but he wasn't that treasured that it would matter if he were to be captured. No he would simply be thrown away like his father was and that was something he hadn't desired at all. That was definitely undesirable in his opinion but he couldn't do a thing about it now.
All he could do was wait to awaken after the change was complete and ask this vampire why he along with Potter had been taken. Somewhere deep within his mind he hoped that Potter wasn't going through the change. Actually perhaps he should because the other option left him as Draco's first meal and he didn't want to be blamed for the death of the Boy-Who-Lived. Voldemort would kill him instantly for taking away his kill and Dumbledore would imprison him for killing the saviour of the wizarding world where most likely he would die anyway. Either option was grim.
Before he could think any further he felt his heart give one last thump before everything went still. He hadn't even realized that pain had receded while he was lost in thought. Now all he could feel was a burn in his throat that wouldn't go away and knew that it was his thirst for blood but he could fight that for at least a day until he gave in hopefully it wouldn't be that long.
The first thing that Draco realized when he opened his eyes was the difference in a mortal's senses against an immortal's senses.
There was a change in sight. Everything in the room was sharp and well defined. The colours appeared to leap out at him like an overly contrast photograph. This was probably one of the many reasons vampires only left their homes during the dark. The colours wouldn't be as bright during the night as it was during the day. That would be hard to get use to especially since he wouldn't be able to sleep ever again. Oh well he would become nocturnal without the sleeping during the day.
There was a change in sound. Everything was amplified by ten. He could hear the ants crawling along the ground and the animals that surrounded the wooded area they were obviously in. No other human sound such as speech was heard though there was a harsh panting coming from beside him. Other than that he couldn't hear anything else remotely human nearby.
There was a change in smell. All creatures and nature had individual scents and it was these that were driving his nose crazy. They were all over the place and he couldn't grasp why they were some of they were so similar to his own. Was a relative nearby? That was impossible with the kidnapping but he had to think it anyway as it was coming from the same person beside him.
No doubt his taste had changed. No longer would he be able to eat another solid human food or drink. He would crave the taste of human or animal blood whichever he preferred or really whichever his sire desired to give him. Draco would have preferred the choice.
All the changes were overwhelming his senses but there wasn't anything he could do about it. He would have to wait for them to settle down along with his know super human speed and strength. It would be frustrating to learn but something he would be forced to nonetheless. However most importantly there was a change within him and he couldn't figure out what it was.
His skin appeared to be even paler than it had been originally which was a feat in itself. What made him pause though was the clear pale skin on his left arm. The Dark Mark had disappeared through the change. If you could have cried he would have. He had never wanted to take the mark but with his mother at stake he would have done anything for her just to keep their family together. Draco smiled. He would never have to bow to that madman again. With an unnecessary breath he continued his observations.
He knew that his silver eyes would remain the same way as they had been before. Malfoy's always prided themselves on their appearance after all. However he hadn't been expecting his hair to be auburn mixed with white blond. Where had that come from? Both his parents had blond hair though his father's was white blond and his mother's was more of a honey colour. This colour almost reminded him of Potter.
Shaking his head he became determined to discover what else had changed. However his physical body was fine. It remained exactly the same much to his relief. He was still the tall svelte male he had been before the change. Now all he had to do was check is memories.
Through the change that had been something that always stumped the Unspeakables. They still couldn't discover a reason for the memory loss. Some newborns came out of the change with every single one of their human memories which they were all thankful for. Others came out hardly remembering a thing about them. Some were lucky to remember the most important memories while others only held trivia. There was no way to prevent it and even a Memory Potion did little to return the lost memories.
Draco could easily picture his family and his home at Malfoy Manor. Everything about the manor or relating to it was safe. There was even is "beloved" Aunt Bella and her husband. He could remember his godfather, Severus and the times they had spent together while working on potions or simply reading about obscure magic. Surprisingly he also remembered the Dark Lord and the cruel times he had seen whilst attending the few meetings he'd been forced to. Draco shuddered. Why couldn't he have forgotten all about that?
Even with these memories, he was having trouble remembering some facts.
He couldn't remember his friends or anyone at Hogwarts. Not that he had many actual friends though more like acquaintances. But the few he did eluded him completely as if they didn't matter to him anymore. None of the teachers particularly stood out in his mind nor did any of the students. Honestly he worked hard and they pretty much just ignored him unless he was going after Potter . . .
That was something he remembered, the saviour of the wizarding world, Harry James Potter.
Why would he need to remember him of all people? Everything about Potter he remembered almost as if they shared the same life. He recalled their first meeting at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions and then the horrible introduction on the train in front of the Weasel where he was turned down for the red head of all people. The numerous altercations they had were also part of his memories every single one of them. He didn't know how or even why that had occurred but Harry was one of the memories he remembered.
"I see that you have finally awakened."
Draco's head snapped towards the musical voice while his hand sought his wand. He finally figured out what he was missing. Why couldn't he feel his magic?
His magic when he was a wizard flowed through his veins. It crackled in the air when he used a high level spell or when his emotions were strong. It was a part of him and yet he couldn't feel it now. He held his wand in his hand, a mere conductor for the enormous power he held and yet he couldn't feel it. That was what was missing. His magic.
"Yes an unfortunate side effect from turning. I was hoping that perhaps since you were so powerful you would have beaten the odds and retained your magic and yet it hasn't occurred yet. Oh well we shall just have to wait and see whether or not young Harry shall be any different."
Potter? Oh yes he was here as well. He'd forgotten that fact.
Draco turned to see him convulsing on the bed beside him as if he were under the Cruciatus curse. That caught his attention immediately and even though he was the enemy he had this urge to check that he was alright. In a flash he was standing beside the bed not really understanding what he had accomplished when he laid his eyes upon Potter.
The boy was changing. Their skin was identical, uncommonly pale which was a common trait in all vampires. What shocked him the most was the unruly mop of hair that had once been auburn was now white blond with auburn streaks through it almost giving him the appearance of a member of the Malfoy family which was impossible wasn't it? But Draco now shared the exact same hair colour down to the last detail as far as he could tell which was unnerving on its own. Harry's eye lids were screwed shut in pain hiding his eye colour but Draco was beginning to suspect that when opened they would be a mix of silver and emerald green, the same as the Malfoy's.
"What did you do to us? Why do we look similar?"
Sanguini gave a harsh smile that looked as if he had been practicing to appear calm and collect but hadn't achieved it yet.
"Oh you have always been identical beneath the facade in which you both have kept. I noticed it during that Christmas party Worple forced me to attend. My gift you see is the ability to read people's aura. I would be able to tell who are meant to be together as lovers and who would never work no matter how hard they try. I would know immediately who is family and who is not and I would definitely be able to tell which people are twins whether or not they were hiding it."
Draco stared at his sire in shock. Harry was related to him and if what he was hinting at was anything to go by they were identical twins. When he was little and his father had still payed attention to him like a father should, he was told of stories about his twin brother whom he would never meet. He didn't exactly remember the entire story or perhaps he wasn't told the details but if this vampire was correct then Harry Potter was truly Altair Narcissus Malfoy, his twin.
After his father began to spend more time at the Ministry and less time with him, Draco had begun to imagine what it would be like to truly have a twin, someone that would like similar things to him, someone who would play with him and spend time with him when he was bored or just lonely. At age eleven that was what he believed Harry James Potter would do. They would become friends and he would fill the loneliness in his heart that his father had left. That idea had been shot down though and replaced with something else though and even if it wasn't a friend, Harry had replaced that something he was lacking in his heart.
It was truly shocking and he found that even with all the animosity in their past Draco actually enjoyed the idea of having Harry as his brother. This time he wouldn't scream up the chance he had been given.
"I can see by your face that you have at least some knowledge of how this came to be then."
Draco turned slowly to the vampire who was standing near the door.
"I'm sorry but I don't even know your name so I shan't be explaining any of this while by brother is still suffering through this curse that you have bestowed upon us." He practically growled.
"Forgive me. My name is Sanguini and I'm a free roaming vampire from Siberia though I have numerous houses elsewhere. I no longer have a sire as he died doing something foolish like believe humans could understand vampires. Pssh the idiot was attacked by his own food. As it is I only have the two of you know who will obey me as I am your sire."
Draco growled at the thought of leaving one master for another. He truly hadn't wanted any of this though finding Altair was well worth it he supposed. It would have been better finding out without the change. His focus returned to Altair as his heart began beating furiously. The change was coming to an end.
Draco's heart clenched slightly as Altair thrashed upon the bed. Even if he attempted to restrain his brother it wouldn't do anything for the pain that he was in. All he could do was wait for the end and hope by some miracle that Altair still remembered him like he had. If he didn't then Draco could always share his memories with him through a pensive.
Finally after what seemed like hours, Harry ceased screaming and seemed to still as his heart ceased beating with one last thump.
"I shall leave you to get more acquainted. You shall be with me for a very long time so you had better get used to being in each other's presence. You will not leave this cottage at any time and I expect to be told whether or not dear Harry can use his magic." Sanguini instructed before leaving the room.
Harry who had just sat up as Sanguini finished looked towards Malfoy with so many questions going through his mind. He decided to keep his first question simple.
"Malfoy, what is going on?"
Draco sighed in relief as Altair confirmed that he remembered him. That was a relief to the newborn. He didn't want to have to begin with a discussion on their lives.
"Firstly what do you remember?"
"I remember leaving the party to follow you and Snape since I believed that you were up to something and I needed to prove it. Then the vampire, Sanugini I think, snuck up behind me and I blanked out after that."
Draco shook his head in exasperation. "That's not what I meant – what do you mean you followed me?"
Harry's face turned sheepish and he would have blushed if he could have but then froze. He couldn't blush but that meant . . .
"He turned us which means you were asking what I remember all together and not just beforehand." Harry looked towards Draco in confirmation and once he had it he began sifting through the memories he had retained through the change.
The first memory that came to him was of Draco and all the times they had been in a scuffle. Then he remembered every time he had seen Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy which confused him. Snape was also someone who jumped out at him throughout his memories much to his frustration. Maybe Occlumency lessons had some affect on those memories? The one thing that annoyed him the most was every single memory he had of Voldemort was still present. Of all things couldn't he have forgotten those? It appeared as if those were the memories he had retained during the change.
All that was left of his friends, family and acquaintances were simply names. Sure it was great that he could remember every single name but that was it. There weren't any memories that he had of Ron or Hermione. Even Sirius wasn't there anymore but he didn't feel sad about that. In fact there weren't any emotions to go along with any of the names he held in his memory. Harry didn't know whether or not to feel for those memories or not since he couldn't remember them.
Sighing he turned towards Draco.
"I remember you clearly. However I also remember Voldemort, your father, mother and Snape after that everything else is blurry. I can't remember any of my friends, teachers or family. Their names I have but nothing else, no emotions or memories tied to them."
Draco nodded in understanding after all that's what he was left with as well.
"What of your magic? It isn't supposed to be possible that you retain your magic but Sanguini though we could. I of course can't but it might be possible for you."
Harry looked towards his wand and cautiously picked it up. The rush of magic wasn't there. It was simply nothing and that saddened him to think that once great feeling would never be felt again. The look on his face obviously told Draco all he needed to know.
"Why did he kidnap us?" Harry asked after a moment of silence.
"Sanguini has the ability to read a person's aura. Before you woke he explained to me that we shared a similar aura meaning we were somehow closely related to one another. At first I didn't want to believe it but then I actually saw you and I can tell you know whatever you see in me is exactly the same on you. We share the same colour hair and our eyes are even similar yet yours have flecks of emerald since that was your original colour. Unfortunately we aren't allowed to leave this place otherwise I would show you a mirror."
Harry sat down heavily thinking over what Draco had just said. They were related. They were closely related. He had always desired to have a family and at a time he had believed that the Dursley's were it but something had held him back. Even though the memories were gone he felt as if they had never been his true family. Now he had the chance to have someone to look out for him and if Draco's demeanour was anything to go by he had wished for the exact same thing.
"How did you realize who I was?" he asked in a quiet voice.
Draco crossed the room and sat down beside him.
"When I was little my father would spend lengthy amounts of time with me as I would usually be alone in the manor. He told me stories of my twin, an identical twin, Altair Narcissa Malfoy who was my double except for the eyes. His eyes were always emerald green "the same shade as my hearts eyes", father always said cryptically. As the years wore on he would speak to me less and less as he spent more time at the Ministry. I never knew the entire story about what happened to him but I now know because he is staring right back at me."
"I have always wanted someone who would be with me, someone who wouldn't see the Malfoy money or prestige and just want to be by my side for it instead. Now I have that chance and I want us to start again even with our memories of the past. I want to get to know you as my brother."
Harry allowed Draco to place a comforting arm around him as they sat side by side. He nodded his head in acceptance. There was nothing to lose after all. He didn't have any memories of his friends and neither did Draco so they could always create new ones.
"I don't want to remain here any longer. This place is too depressing for anyone to live here."
"You heard Sanguini, Harry. He ordered us not to leave the cottage." Draco replied not moving a muscle.
"If we are going to start this new relationship then you are going to have to begin calling me Altair as I no longer look or feel like Harry Potter. Do you actually feel like you must obey that order?"
Draco startled at Altair's question. He honestly didn't feel the urge to obey his sire which was confusing since all newborns were dependant on them. No he needed to go and see, he wanted to go to . . .
"Lucius," Altair answered for him.
That was it, his father. But why would he need to go to his father instead of his sire?
"Lucius hasn't aged terribly has he?" Altair said in thought.
"No, I've never witnessed any change in father's age. So if he is a vampire it should be impossible for him and mother to have children id she is a vampire as well. Even with the numerous potions available on the market it still would be impossible for a vampire to have children."
"If that were true and Lucius and Narcissa were both our parents then we both would have pure blond hair instead of auburn." Altair might have accepted Draco but accepting his true parents might take awhile longer than that considering what he had been through with them.
Draco nodded his head. Obviously they had someone else's genes along with those of Lucius since nothing of Narcissa was visible in either of them.
"Lucius is going to have many questions to answer when we see him again, if we see him again."
"For now let's focus on our escape plan shall we?" Draco said.
Altair stood and began to look around the room. The door was reinforced with a spell to be unbreakable and the window was too small for either of them to climb through. The only other way would be to break straight through the wall as long as it didn't also have an unbreakable spell on them. He ran his hand against the wall trying to find a weak point until a gasp broke through his thoughts.
Draco was standing on the other side with his arm through the wall while it was still intact. It appeared as if he were perfectly fine considering his arm was in the wall. Altair immediately moved towards his brother and looked at it.
"That doesn't hurt does it?"
"No it feels as if I have my arm sticking through a waterfall that's all." Draco replied still a little shocked from the turn of events.
Altair placed one hand on Draco's arm before pushing his own hand through the wall. It did indeed feel as if the wall was a waterfall. Both suddenly smirked before turning to each other. Their minds made up they walked straight through the wall without gaining even one scratch and then promptly feel to the ground. Neither of them had realized that while they were alright walking through walls they still had to drop from the second story. It didn't hurt them since they landed on their feet due to their superhuman grace but it was a shock.
Draco turned back to the house and looked at it wondering whether he could attempt to walk through the wall again. Surprisingly he couldn't.
"Your ability has only just manifested perhaps you just need practice." Altair suggested. He was slightly put out that he didn't have any abilities that had been revealed yet while Draco did but something told him it was to do with Draco being older than him as both a wizard and a vampire even if it was only my minutes.
Draco nodded and then faced the forest that surrounded the small cottage with determination. They were going to leave and never return to this place. He would make sure of it.
"Come one let's leave before Sanguini returns. Let's go home."
With that Altair followed Draco into the forest using their swift speed to gain distance between them and their sire hoping it would be enough to grant them freedom.
Alright so that is the second chapter. Harry is now Altair though obviously the Order is still going to call him Harry so I shall use both. Don't get confused.
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