So, this chappie is kinda more of a look into the different sides of Alin, and so y'all can get to know him. I keep forgetting I only know him so well because he's been a character of mine for three years. I will do a special one-shot for anyone who can guess who Alin's daddy is.

Three Days Grace

HP Yaoi

by:

Kiyoshi Michi

Just Like You

~Alin~

I stared down at the blood on my hands, feeling my entire arm shake as memories flashed before my eyes. I was only here to help that poor, young Wizard who was suffering a similar fate to mine, and mine had turned me into such a horrid beast.

I clenched my hand into a fist and screwed my eyes shut - I simply could not let that happen to someone who was still so innocent, so naive. He had such a bright future ahead, he just did not know it yet. But I did for I had seen it when I was playing with the Shadows of Man, when I was tugging the strings of numerous puppets.

Harry would grow into a fine man, though a force to be reckoned with for I have seen what he learned living with me.

I did know that he would learn far more with me, and skill more important to saving his own life, than he ever did in that damned school. I had never liked that fucker Dumbledore. He tried to meddle in my life once and I have never forgiven him for it. The bastard caused me to lose not only three very close friends, but a lover I had been with for nearly a century. He took them from me for horrible reasons.

However, everything I wanted to do to that man to show my 'appreciation' would have to wait. I had just taken on the responsibilities of being Harry's new family. This was something I was quite serious about.

I did feel a bit of arrogant pride when Harry's mouth dropped open at the sight of the place I hoped he would one day call home.

The 'house' I had bought for myself was actually a manor, far more impressive in my opinion than the Malfoy Manor. For one, the entire exterior was made of polished white marble. Maybe not exceptionally practical, or even normal, but dammit, this was my house and I hardly needed the approval of society.

Second, I preferred to build up, not out. Thus, the manor was about six stories tall at its tallest, which would be a few towers. This is what happened when I had been given full reign on the design of the manor.

"Better than Malfoy Manor, no?"

"Absolutely! It just looks more... inviting."

"Yes. I have never been too keen on the idea of having a home that I terrified to even enter."

I laughed as he ran ahead of me, unburdened by his things as I now carried them and they were nothing to me, which is why I did not shrink them. He stood ouside the large doors, waiting for me and looking around. I smiled as I opened the doors for him, setting his stuff down near the door and nearly passing out from laughing when he turned to see them gone.

"Where... what?"

"It is best to just... never question what happens in my home."

The young Wizard only nodded and stood there patiently, awaiting some tour or something... so I presumed. "Alright then, young Harry. Please follow me. This manor is hardly confusing despite the size - it was practically a straight shot no matter where you go."

He nodded and followed close behind me as I showed him the large kitchen near the modest dining room, the library which was my favorite room, the numerous studies (one of which I gave to him), and all the bedrooms and their connected bathrooms. He apparently thought we were done, but of course not!

I still had a gift.

"Now Harry, I am sure you are wondering where you are to be staying."

"Well, yeah. You showed me all the bedrooms but said none of them were mine."

"Ah! I believe you will like this far more."

I led him back downstairs and down to the far right where a large gate-like door stood between us and the surprise. "Now Harry, you saw the towers from the outside, yes?" He nodded - young Harry was not blind. "Now then, each tower as you saw is about six stories in height. In each tower, there is a study, a small library, two bedrooms and attached bathrooms, access to a flat roof, a sun room, and a small greenhouse. What do you think?"

"That sounds... wonderful. Who stays in them?"

"I occupy the one to the far left, in front. This one here... is to be yours."

His mouth fell open again and he stared at me, wide-eyed. The silence went on for such a long time that I was about to ask what the matter was when Harry threw his arms around me. It was... awkward for me, to say the least, especially when I felt tears soaking the front of my shirt.

"Thank you."

I hesitantly hugged the young male back, still completely unsure how to handle the situation. No one had been there during the hardest times of my life, so I had no idea how to handle this situation.

But I was here to make his life better, so that was what I was going to do.

When I heard Harry shout out rather... colorful... curses one more morning shortly after I brought him to my home, I was down all six stories and in the dining room in... oh, what is that phrase... ah! In the blink of an eye.

"What is wrong, Harry!"

I nearly threw myself into a wall when he looked at me and shrugged. "Nothing that can't be easily handled. Sorry."

"Oh... then, what is it?"

"Dumbledore's found me."

"WHAT! That bastard!"

I grabbed the letter from Harry's hands and read it in its entirety six times, glaring at the innocent piece of paper. That damnable old man had actually found me and my young Harry. "How dare that man... the insolence. Does he not know who I am, what I have done for the people? Harry, I must leave for the day. I shall return by nightfall so please, enjoy yourself here while I am gone. If you need anything, just think about sending me a message and use your magic and I will hear it."

Not another second passed before I was gone to handle that meddling old coot, Dumbledore.

"You canNOT have him! The young Potter boy is my charge now and if you so much as think of him, I will strip your flesh from your body and feed it to my Reapers while you watch."

I smirked when the old man gulped loudly. He knew exactly what my Reapers were and they were not a creature to be messed with, especially when they were hungry. I never purposefully let them starve, but sometimes, they would rather wait on me to get them food and it takes me a long time to choose.

I spoiled them rotten from infancy.

"Ah, so you know that of which I speak. Where is that man, the Master of Potions?"

"Our Potions Master?"

"Yes, that is what I damn well said! Are you deaf, man! Bring him here!"

Dumbledore scrambled to send a message to that dour man I had befriended when he was but a child. Our last time together had not been so... pleasant. I forgave him but minutes later, but he will not forgive me. I tapped my foot impatiently as we listened to said man come up and burst through the door.

"You neede-what is the meaning of this?"

"Why, hello, my dear King."

He tried to scowl at me for using that name, but his cheeks flushed in a giddiness. He always had told me hated that title, but I had seen it in his eyes and his face that he really was pleased to be held in such a regard. He was my king, after all. "You do know it has been twenty years and you have not yet forgiven me. Do you not think it time to put that past us? I did mere moments after it happened."

He scowled at me. "Of course not, prat."

"Oh, come on! All I did was ask to touch your hair and you freaked out on me~ Why?"

So, I was acting like a petulant child, but the man had ignored me for twenty years because I wanted to play with his hair! Can you believe this shit I am forced to deal with?

"Ugh... alright. What do you need?"

"I need my King, that is all."

I chanced a glance at Dumbledore's face and laughed aloud in delight when I saw the stricken look there. Apparently, he had no idea that his famous Master of Potions was held in such regards among Vampiric Royalty. "Either you come willingly, Severus, or I will take you by force."

"On an actual bed, I hope."

I laughed and slapped his back. "There is my King whom I have missed dearly! But, please, do come with me. This man is squandering your talents - all of them - and he is a doddering old fool. You know this to be true! My offer from twenty years ago still stands."

Severus gave me an incredulous look. "Really?"

"Oh yes."

"All of it?"

"More so now than before."

The dour man sighed and shook his head, resting stained fingertips on the space between his brows. I pulled his hand away to stare into the dark eyes, prepared now that I had seen him again to get down on my knees and beg. "Please, Severus. You have no clue the extent to which I need you."

"Now wait just a minu-"

I turned and flung the old man from his chair with a sweep of my hand. "You bastard! You ruined the moment! First, you are trying to take my charge and now you are trying to keep my King from me!"

Severus pulled my arm back to my side and made me look back at him by holding my hand in place with the palms of his rough, though always warm, hands. "You really wish for me to return with you this much?"

I nodded vigorously.

"... fine. I shall pa-"

"NO NEED~ We leave now!"

"Wha-? Alin, you cannot be serious!"

"Of course I am! Come, my King, to the tower of the Prince!"

I grabbed his hand and literally threw him across the room and through the wall, as was my favorite method of travel. I turned to glare at the old man one last time. "Remember... Reapers. And breath a word of this to anyone and I will have your heart for dinner."

With those words, I left.

Severus watched me fall out the wall with a bored look on his face. "You do know that everything the history books say about you clearly states you to be a poised, refined, quite mature man."

"Yes."

"Hmm.. idiots, the lot of them."

"Oh come now. You know good and well I can behave. You simply bring out the worst in me."

"I seem to recall such from my youth."

I smiled at him, happy to have my King back. He helped me to my feet just as Harry walked in, paused, and bowed to Severus, causing said man to blink in shock. I hid my prideful smirk. I had the boy but a few days and already, I was influencing him to be a proper young man.

"Just as I said, King. I can behave."

He rolled his eyes and turned to walk away. Harry gave me a questioning look when he noticed my likely serene smile. I held up my hand and counted down from three, nodding when I heard Severus curse loudly.

"He never remembers his way through my home."

So yeah... also kind of a look into one of the relationships I plan on putting in this story. But seriously, if anyone can guess who Alin's dad is, I will do a one-shot.

Remember, Alin is a native Transylvanian.