A/N: Hey everyone, I'm back with a next chapter after such an amazing response. I need to remind people who are asking for a different pairing THIS IS GOING TO BE DRARRY. Sorry for those who don't want that, but the entire point of this fic was to try the Drarry pairing seeing as I've read it but never attempted it myself.
This was written much earlier than expected and there is a very good reason for that. I have a very dear friend to me and her birthday is this weekend, and in honour of that, I would like to wish her a MASSIVE happy birthday and I hope you have a great day 3
Warning: language, mentions of violence and blood,
Disclaimer: I'm not J.K, but I am pretty sure there isn't anything quite like this out there – correct me if I'm wrong.
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Morsus:
Chapter 2:
"POTTER!" Voldemort's voice echoed throughout the manor and Harry winced, he didn't sound too pleased and Harry heard angry footsteps heading his way so he bolted from his hiding place. He ran to the potions lab where Snape was working and hid under the desk, the potions master raised his eyebrow at the vampire who grinned sheepishly.
"What did you do?"
"I was bored." Harry stated innocently and Snape merely raised an eyebrow showing he didn't buy it for a second. "I um might have decorated the meeting room." Harry said slowly, Snape withheld a sigh just as the door was thrown open.
"Get out here now." Voldemort snarled and Harry slowly climbed out.
"Hi Tom," Harry said brightly.
"You are the most annoying vampire I have had the misfortune to meet." The Dark Lord told him in a hiss and Harry beamed.
"Thanks, I like staying here too."
Snape winced almost minutely when a vein in the Dark Lord's temple began to pulse.
"Why did you feel the need to do such a thing?"
"I thought it would be more cheerful for when your Death Eaters came, the bright pretty colours would make the meeting better." Harry said cheerfully and Voldemort blinked.
"Excuse me?"
Harry tilted his head.
"This isn't about the meeting room?"
"What have you done to my meeting room?" Tom demanded and Harry's eyes widened.
"Oh shit," Harry muttered before grinning brightly, "Nothing, nothing, why were you yelling again?"
"My chambers and the fact I awoke to find myself surrounded by red and gold."
Snape dropped the knife he was holding in shock.
"You did what?" He gasped and Harry shrugged.
"Uh about that, I was in the middle of charming your room when someone was coming and I couldn't finish it so I had to run, and I had dancing lions planned too." Harry sighed sadly, both men looked at him in shock.
"Excuse me."
"Yeah I found this really cool spell but I was interrupted so I used it on the meeting room." Harry shrugged and calmly left the room in a stunned silence.
"He wouldn't actually do something like that would he?" Snape questioned unsurely, looking at the Dark Lord. They both rushed to the meeting room and threw open the doors, Snape choked and Voldemort gaped. The room now had luminous pink walls, a bright sky blue ceiling, golden fluffy carpet, and dancing lions across the walls, the throne which usually stood proudly on the dais was now a glowing orange.
"I am going to kill him." Voldemort breathed. Harry snickered from his place perched high up on the wall, he would hide somewhere in the manor until the Dark Lord had settled away from 'I want to murder you' mode. The past few days had been refreshing, he could come and go as he pleased, eat what he wanted, read what he wanted and basically do as he wished. Tom had given him one rule so far and that was not to snack on his lower Death Eaters, while they were not as useful as his elite, they were still necessary and if he ate them it would cause the Dark Lord unnecessary work. He stuck to the rule, especially when he could go hunting when he pleased and if Tom was feeling particularly giving then his meals would be brought to him and stored in the dungeons. Harry thought he was adjusting fairly well to this whole vampire business, and the fact that the light was trying to kill him and he was currently living with the Dark Lord. He hadn't freaked out and for the first time in forever, he felt comfortable in his own skin, he felt free and he felt alive. Harry scaled the wall and the skirted along the ceiling, careful not to make even a sound lest he alert the Dark Lord to where he was. Everything was going to be ok, he decided, after all, what else could happen?
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," Harry's scream was heard in the meeting room where the Dark Lord, Bellatrix, Snape and the brothers were sat discussing plans, they all looked up at the sound.
"What in Merlin's name?" Snape wondered as there was a series of bangs, scratches, thumps and slams followed by vicious cursing.
"What is he doing?"
The meeting room doors burst open and Harry Potter stood there, only he was different; the vampire had huge leathery wings expanding from his back. The wings were jet black with iridescent green scales and they were nearly covering the entire doorway, Harry tried to get through but because of their length he couldn't fit.
"Mother fucker, what the hell," He snarled to himself. He kept trying to get in, but it wasn't working until his wings contracted suddenly causing him to trip and fall through the door rolling over and landing on his face with his wings hanging haplessly at his side. There was complete silence in the room until the brothers roared with laughter along with Bellatrix who had tears running down her face, Snape seemed too shocked to react and the Dark Lord had his head in his hands; Harry slowly pushed himself to his feet with a groan.
"What the hell is this?" The teen vampire exclaimed wildly, he turned around to look at his wings and one of them would have removed Snape's head had he not ducked.
"Harry?" Voldemort called but was ignored.
"I have wings, I woke up with fucking wings! I'm not even 15 and I have massive scaly wings sprouting from my back! No one said anything about wings, why didn't someone mention this? The book did not state I would get wings, why do I have wings?" Harry was close to hyperventilating and he didn't even need to breathe, he had started to pace, which was bad for the other occupants as he had no control of the very large and very solid wings that came closer and closer to hitting them.
"HARRY!" Voldemort yelled and the teen span around to face him, unfortunately Rabastan didn't duck fast enough and got hit full force throwing him backwards in to the wall.
"Sit down, carefully." He ordered and Harry complied. "Now calmly explain what happened."
"I woke up with wings, they were just there." Harry told him helplessly motioning to the wings as if they couldn't see them.
"I am guessing you cannot yet control them."
Harry shook his head vigorously.
"What am I supposed to do, I can't walk around with wings, this is the worst possible thing to happen!"
"You will learn to control them and you can retract them."
Harry frowned.
"How? They have a mind of their own, I have wings." He exclaimed again.
"I think we have established you have wings Harry, now calm down and think of your wings, think about feeling them and you should be able to." Voldemort told him and Harry took a deep breath. He slowed his breathing down and closed his eyes, he allowed himself to feel his every toe, his legs, his torso, his arms his fingers, his shoulders, his neck, his head and then his back and he gave a start. He could feel his wings, every bone, every scale, every muscle there was and they were irrevocably attached to him, and there was something in him telling him that his wings would never fail him. He tested their control, flexing them with thoughts and he could feel them moving under his command and he tried to fold them away. There were flaps under his skin where they rested, and Harry was pleased he could tuck them away as he could his fangs and claws. His eyes snapped open and a grin came to his face.
"This is so fucking weird, I can feel them."
The Dark Lord rolled his eyes, Harry slowly flexed them again getting used to the feeling before grinning and tucking them to his back.
"Did you see that, I have wings." He said excitedly, "this is like the coolest thing ever."
"So you like the wings now?" Bella asked and Harry nodded.
"Yeah, who wouldn't like having wings, I can fly!" Harry said like it was obvious, his head suddenly snapped to the window, he bolted from the room and threw himself in to the air, he thought it best that he just threw himself in to it rather than go through the stages. Of course, it wasn't to be and Harry hit the ground hard, rolling over and coughing at the dust he breathed in. He wasn't to be deterred, he flapped his wings a few times before taking another running jump and leaping in to the air, he let out a whoop of joy as he managed to hold it, but his drop of concentration made him drop. He caught himself before he hit the ground and flapped his wings with more strength to keep himself air born. His yells of excitement could be heard back in the meeting room as he finally adjusted to the new sensation.
"Does anyone feel the need to point out him gaining wings means his mate has been found?" Snape asked and they all shook their heads before turning to their Lord with hidden grins, the man sighed.
"Yes I know, I will have to tell him." And they continued looking at him making him groan. "Does it have to be now?" Voldemort asked rhetorically knowing it did, they nodded as one and the Dark Lord rose gracefully. "You're lucky you are part of my elite or I would Crucio you all." He muttered as he stalked out, they covered their snickers.
"I love being elite." Rodolphus said leaning back.
Voldemort went to the front doors, which had been left open in the vampire's haste to get outside, and looked up in the sky to see a black dot indicating the vampire. He stood and watched him for a few moments, it was slightly amusing to watch the boy learn how to control his flight. Every now and then he would drop or shutter before flapping his wings and getting himself back on track. Refusing to shout, the Dark Lord sent sparks up and the vampire swooped down hovering in front of him.
"You signalled?"
"I need to explain a few things to you." Voldemort told him.
"Shoot," he received a blank look and he pouted. "I don't wanna come down." He whined childishly making Voldemort rub his temples.
"If I ever find the vampire who thought it would be a good idea to change a 14 year old in to a vampire I will burn them myself." He muttered to himself before turning back to the vampire. "Fine, you incessant childe, your wings have appeared now for a reason." Harry tilted his head to the side.
"They decided I'm amazing enough to have wings."
"No you have a mate." Voldemort replied bluntly. Harry fell out of the air and landed with a thud, he had such a comical expression of shock on his face that Voldemort laughed at him.
"A mate?" He repeated stunned, his voice slightly higher than normal much to the Dark Lord's amusement.
"Yes, a being chosen as the perfect companion for you forever and to possibly continue your line." The Dark Lord recited and when Harry looked at him as if he had grown extra limbs he gave the teen a shark like grin; he was really enjoying this.
"I have a mate?" Harry said again, as if he had misheard.
"Indeed," Voldemort confirmed.
"A mate?"
"Yes,"
"Are you sure?"
"Positive,"
"100%?"
"Definitely,"
"A mate?"
"Yes Harry, you have a mate." Tom stated firmly and Harry blinked a few times in disbelief, trying to wrap his head around the fact that he had a mate.
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Rely on your instincts, they will guide you." Tom told him and Harry took a deep breath.
"Right, instincts, I can do that." He said out loud, nodding slowly before scrunching up his nose, "Do I have to have a mate?"
"Once you have seen them it will be almost impossible to be away from them, they will feel the same." Voldemort explained, "When you meet them, and you will, your auras will connect and form a bond. I do not remember hearing a case where a vampire mating bond was denied." Harry sighed somewhat petulantly.
"How will I even know if its my mate. Will I feel the auras connect or…?" He asked.
"No, the aurors will connect as soon as you are in the same vicinity of your mate, however, you will recognise your mate by their scent. It is said to be all consuming, and once you get your first clear smell of your mates scent then you will know." He explained to the vampire who nodded.
"Fine, but guaranteed my mate turns out to be someone awkward like Malfoy, who hates me and wouldn't even consider being my mate." Harry stated with a huff, and then his eyes widened. "I swear if I'm mated to Parkinson I'll scream and you will have to kill her and I will spend eternity in solitude." and Voldemort rolled his eyes.
"You do realise that, should I comply with your wishes and kill your mate, once the bond is formed your instincts would drive you to seek out my death." He pointed out and Harry groaned.
"Oh isn't this wonderful." He grumbled, and then he flicked his own wing, "Stupid wings."
"Don't blame your wings, it's not their fault you have a mate. You are a vampire now therefore you have an entirely different culture to learn and understand." Voldemort chided and Harry pouted.
"But it's not as if I chose to be a vampire." Harry complained.
"No, you did not, but you are now and you have to deal with it." Voldemort declared and Harry gave him a pathetic look making the man roll his eyes, "Think of the bonuses."
"I do have wings." Harry allowed, "And I don't have to deal with my supposed friends anymore…"
"There. Now, have you finished your sob story?" Voldemort questioned and Harry, in a moment of childishness, stuck out his tongue.
"I'm done."
"Good. You only have one more day before I expect all of your assignments to be completed to standard." Tom told him, "And the extra essay on decorating any part of the manor except your rooms without my express permission, along with the spells I selected for you to learn."
"I've done everything apart from the extra essay, but I started it." Harry informed him and Tom nodded.
"Very well. If you complete it you may continue your flying. And do not forget there is a meeting with the Malfoys in tomorrow to discuss yours and Malfoy Jr's working together this year."
"Yes, I know, I'll be there." Harry sighed, "And I'll have it done in the hour." Harry promised and he got up and ran, at inhuman speeds, back in to the house.
Voldemort rolled his eyes.
Nothing was said about the whole mating issue and Harry pushed it to the back of his mind, until he actually met his supposed mate then he wouldn't worry. If the bond was as strong as Tom told him, and the man had no reason to lie about something as trivial, then he would have to do what he did best and that was to adapt. The hardest part would be getting his mate to actually accept and like him, now that he had slept on the issue he could see the benefits of having a mate. They would have all the time in the world to get to know each other, learn about the other and develop a relationship.
Harry could see the positives, and hopefully the bond was equally felt then there was hope yet. He was making his way down the corridor towards the stairs, he was supposed to be in the meeting room for something he didn't pay enough attention to, but he spotted Rabastan and all ideas of going down stairs went out of his mind. It was absolutely hilarious to wind up the youngest Lestrange brother and the man would get so irate that he would chase him and tried to curse him. Harry leapt silently on to the wall and climbed up until he was perched upside down on the ceiling, he silently followed the man soundlessly and when Rabastan sat down in the peace of the library Harry dropped down and bit down on his neck taking a draw of blood.
Rabastan jumped a foot in the air shouting out Harry's name as if it was a curse and Harry darted away from him as the man began using actual spells. Harry laughed at him as he jogged away, it was no fun if he ran at his full speed and Rabastan did put in so much effort to try and catch him.
The Dark Lord was in the meeting room greeting the Malfoys when there was a scream of 'Potter' from somewhere above, Voldemort sighed to himself wondering what in Merlin's name the vampire had gotten up to now. Harry was supposed to be down to greet the Malfoy's with him, but he had found that the young vampire could get very distracted very easily, and this time it seemed to be Rabastan that caught his attention.
"I truly believe that that vampire lives to annoy." Voldemort stated and he saw Narcissa mask her smile, Lucius, as predicted, sneered slightly before speaking.
"I still cannot believe Potter is a vampire." Lucius said primly as he shook his head.
"And he came here." Draco added, he, unlike his father, had not yet shown any aversion to Harry's sudden presence within the dark. Tom believed Harry was overstating the Malfoy boy's hatred of him, or the blond was able to hide how he actively felt. That wouldn't be too implausible, Lucius did have a rather restrictive view on what he believed to be the true Malfoy and his son was expected to follow all of the confinements Lucius saw fit to implement. The doors were pushed open and Severus walked in, he nodded to Lucius and Draco and accepted the kiss Narcissa gave him with grace.
"It's been eventful with Potter here. He is much different than one would expect." Snape commented with a rather dark smirk before turning to his Lord. "It seems Harry has returned to annoying Rabastan, My Lord."
"One day he will get himself killed through sheer childishness." Voldemort declared, "Excuse me for one moment, and I shall retrieve our resident vampire before Rabastan tries to kill him." The Dark Lord swept in to the entrance hall just in time to see Harry leap over the banister and drop 3 floors landing in a neat crouch without so much as a sound.
"Come on Bas, it's not that a big drop." Harry taunted all the while grinning up at the Death Eater who was glaring over at him.
"I swear when I get my hands on you I'll wring your neck." Rabastan threatened and Harry laughed loudly.
"While I'm told that it would be satisfying, it won't do anything." He pointed out gleefully.
"It will be worth it." Rabastan stated, "I cannot believe you bit me." Voldemort rolled his eyes and rubbed his temples, he had already been through this with Harry. While he was not yet old enough to have the venom that could transform anyone in to another vampire, unless it was his mate – but that was a separate matter entirely, he still wasn't to bite just anyone; especially his elite.
"It was only a nip, you smell great and I'm thirsty and Tom said I wasn't allowed to feed on the lower Death Eaters, you're not a lower Death Eater." Harry reasoned smartly and Voldemort glowered at the back of the teen's head because what he said was actually correct. He still threw a particularly nasty singing hex at the vampire's arm, and Harry hissed turning to face him with an offended expression.
"What was that for?" He demanded and Voldemort raised an eyebrow.
"I told you not to feed on my Death Eaters."
"Well actually you said-," Harry began but he was silenced with a look. Rabastan suddenly came from nowhere and jumped on Harry's back, wrapping his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist like some bizarre turtle shell.
"What the fucking hell are you doing?" Harry squawked, trying to shake him off without hurting the man.
"Pay back," Rabastan told him in grim satisfaction.
"Get off you crazy man."
"Oh no. You bit me."
Harry tried throwing him off again but Rabastan held tight, Harry was considering using his enhance strength to remove him but then the vamp froze then grinned. He had just had the greatest idea ever.
"Are you sure you don't want to let go?" Harry asked evenly, none of his internal excitement showing.
"Certain," Rabastan assured and before he could change his mind, or before Tom could tell him off, the vampire ran to the door and threw himself in to the air extracting his wings and ripping his shirt. Rabastan's already tight grip went vice like and Harry was thankful that very few physical things could actually hurt him these days, the man screamed like a girl as Harry went higher and higher and Harry hissed as the sound pierced his sensitive ear drums. It was off, flying with someone on his back, but Harry felt like he was doing a good job and when he swooped to the left abruptly, and Rabastan made a sound only bats could hear, he knew he was doing just fine.
Drawn from the meeting room by the scream of terror Rabastan had released, the Malfoys slowly turned to their Lord shocked speechless, hoping that he would be able to explain what just happened.
"Our resident vampire," Voldemort said dryly, motioning to the air. It seemed that it wasn't only the Malfoys drawn by the scream because Rodolphus walked down the stairs with Bella on his arm.
"Why was Bas screaming?" Bella asked curiously, after hugging her sister and kissing Draco on the cheek. Snape pointed to the sky where Harry was flying with Rabastan.
"That would be why Rabastan created that unearthly sound."
"Ah," Rodolphus squinted up in the sky with a grin, "I see Harry got bored again."
"Yes, it is a common practice of his." Snape agreed, "He learnS things too quickly and there is only so much time he can read before he starts plotting evil."
"Evil, Severus?" Narcissa repeated amused, "Surely you exaggerate."
"If you had seen what he did to the meeting room before Our Lord restored it, you wouldn't question it." Both Severus and the Dark Lord shuddered at the reminder and the Lady Malfoy chuckled.
"Oh, Bas is not going to like that." Bella commented, tracking the vampire with her eyes. Harry did a nose dive with his wings tucked in, he was rapidly falling to the earth with a shrieking Rabastan and when it seemed as if he was going to plough straight in to the ground, he opened his wings to their full span and swooped up in a graceful arch, laughing like a crazy.
"He has astonishing control over his flying." Narcissa noted impressed.
"Even more so when you realise he only learned yesterday." Voldemort told her and she raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"It is not so much surprising, mother." Draco said reasonably, "Potter was born for the air, the first time he flew he caught a rememberal from a 50ft dive on one of the school brooms."
"Ah yes, the youngest seeker in a century." Voldemort remembered, "He does have an affinity for the air."
"He's really good," Draco all but whispered, and Lucius tutted in disgust.
"Such ghastly conduct." He sniffed, and behind him Bella and Rodolphus rolled their eyes. Harry flew down and landed lightly, he was completely windswept and his eyes were sparkling which was completely opposite to Rabastan. The Death Eater threw himself to the ground almost in tears, his body was shaking like a leaf and he led his head down on the solid earth almost reverently.
"Land, glorious land, may I never leave you again." He prayed and Harry, Bella and Rodolphus laughed at him. Harry finally took note that there were more people than normal and three of them were blond, tasty looking blonds actually and he swallowed as his mind clicked and he looked towards the Dark Lord, who had an eyebrow raised with a smirk.
"Oh, the Malfoy's were coming so I was supposed to be in the meeting room," Harry cast a tempus, "12 minutes ago, fashionably late as per usual." He went to flick an invisible fleck from his shirt when he realised he was shirtless.
"Where did my shirt go?"
"It might have something to do with nearly scaring Rabastan to death by taking flight." Voldemort pointed out and Harry nodded, retracting his wings and conjuring up a shirt to put on for now.
"Have you fed recently, not including biting Rabastan?" Voldemort cut him off when he opened his mouth to point out the obvious.
"Why?"
"Was it not you that stated you prefer blonde blood?" The Dark Lord reminded him and Harry looked at the Malfoys again in appreciation.
"Yes it tastes so much better, I don't know why." He said with a shrug.
"Have you met the Malfoys?"
"Oh yes, and they are looking particularly appetising." Harry's voice switched, it came out more of a purr than anything else and he flashed a positively sinful smile. Tom flicked his wand and Harry felt as if he was being clipped around the head, he hissed and rubbed the spot that stung.
"Don't," Tom warned and Harry pouted.
"Well you are just no fun."
"Come back in to the house and in to the meeting room, I have already warned you that we have much to discuss and I do not want to snacking on the Malfoys so you will be holding your breath as soon as you are inside. The scents are diluted currently." Tom instructed and Harry thrust out his bottom lip but did as he was told, he flashed Rabastan a fanged smile as he passed him and stopped breathing when he was within ten feet of the doorway just to be on the safe side. He trailed after Tom, listening to the man lightly chide him in Parsel for getting distracted and when he pouted that time it wasn't so fake. Seeing as it was to be six of them, they continued back to the meeting room and Tom motioned for Harry to do the conjuration of their seating, the man had been insistent of the vampire stretching his new abilities and he constantly set tasks for Harry to do to make himself better. Nothing was ever counted as "too hard", and once Tom had learned that Harry could conjure and hold a corporal patronus then there was really no bounds. Harry twirled his wand and conjured up two leather sofas and an opulent leather chair for Tom to sit in.
"Your skills within conjuration continue to grow." Tom praised and Harry beamed.
"I've been practicing, and the perch I conjured in case Hedwig returns is still there. That's five days now." Harry informed him proudly and Tom offered him a small, but genuine smile. Once the Dark Lord had taken his seat, Harry melted back in to the shadows to put some distance between him and the Malfoys, while he wasn't breathing it didn't stop him from wanted to take a bite and Tom would probably lose his shit if Harry drank one of the Malfoys. The main point of discussion was Hogwarts, Tom wanted Draco to be seen actively getting on with Harry to freak Dumbledore out. The old man already knew he had alienated his Golden Boy, Tom wanted the man to wonder if Harry was truly going dark. He wanted to do what Harry did best, cause utter chaos and when everyone, especially Dumbledore, was completely distracted, they could infiltrate and take over from the inside and preserve major bloodshed.
"The problems I can foresee is gaining entrance in to the school, there needs to be a way to get a substantial number of forces in to the school without being noticed, and a way for these numbers to move around without being seen." Tom stated thoughtfully. "Severus, you will need to remain by the old fool, so you would be unable to supervise."
"I understand, My Lord." The Potions Master said, "It is a difficult task."
"Dumbledore has control of the wards, short of tearing them down, something which will be monumentally difficult, given that they were cast by the founders themselves, there isn't a way around them." Lucius pointed out and Harry ran over. The three Malfoys jumped, unused to the speed in which Harry moved around at, Snape and Voldemort didn't so much as blink.
"If we can get Dumbledore suitably distracted and keep it that way for at least half an hour, I should be able to get your forces in and you too." Harry told Tom, "I expect Siri and Remy will help too, once I've spoken to them. We know every way in and out of that castle together. Now I know that you are not an insane psychopath, I can convince them and if they doubt then I'll see how the puppy dog eyes work."
"Why would you want to help, let alone Black and Lupin?" Lucius asked and Harry could hear the sneer in his voice, he hissed at the blond in warning. He had never liked Lucius Malfoy, there was only one word that Harry could think of when it came to the blond aristocrat and that was slimy. He was like oil, seeping and staining everything it touched and slipping away when things went badly. Harry really didn't like him and now he had the power to crush him, and the blond still thought his opinion mattered.
"Being chained to a wall in hope I starve to death will do that to someone." Harry snapped, "You ought to be careful of your tone Malfoy. Do remember that I am not human anymore, and I do have a preferential taste to blonds." He flashed his fangs and Tom gently tapped his wrist, Harry took a deep breath to calm himself down and immediately froze. It was possibly the worst thing he could have done. The scent that overcame his senses was the most glorious thing in the entire world. It was sweet, but not sickly and it had a hint of crispness – like apples! He wanted that scent for himself, he wanted to be covered in it, to touch it, to taste it; it had to be his. Harry felt his instincts screaming at him, it wanted him to take the scent and hide it for himself, to remove it from all of these other people and in the back of his foggy mind Harry realised that he had found his mate. His utter stillness didn't go unnoticed and the Dark Lord closed his eyes with a sigh, of course the damn teen would be correct in guessing his own mate; why in Merlin's name not? He was Harry Potter, impossible was a running joke for him. Tom saw the vampire's eyes changing and his fangs growing as he recognised the scent for what it was, and he knew that this could end badly should Harry be unable to control his new instincts.
"What is wrong with him?" Tom was surprised to hear that it was Draco who asked the question, and it was in concern for the vampire.
"I believe he had just picked up the scent of his mate." Tom murmured, his eyes tracking every movement Harry was producing. The vampire took a long slow breath and when he opened his eyes they focussed solely on Draco, with a burning intensity that told Tom all he needed to know. The bond had formed and Harry's instincts had overtaken him, his newly found mate was in the company of too many others and, being that Harry was young anyway, in both years and vampire terms, he had never felt something so intense, so instinctual. He wanted to hide and to claim, and Voldemort saw the shift in muscles just in time to prevent a catastrophe from happening.
"Mine," With a hissed word, Harry lunged towards Draco, but was stopped when shackles wrapped around him and pulled him to the floor securely. It was a very dark spell Tom was using, they were chains conjured to hold a demon securely, and one of the only things a vampire couldn't break with their physical strength; that and there was no way Harry knew the counter himself. Harry thrashed and snarled straining to get loose but the chains wouldn't budge, he needed to get to his mate, he was his mate and these people were keeping him away.
"Why is he acting like this?" Narcissa questions alarmed at the use of chain, it seemed cruel to her.
"His instincts have completely taken over, as he recognises your son as his mate the vampire in him wants to lay claim. As he is a relatively new vampire the mating instinct must have been too hard for him to moderate." Voldemort explained, "I do not know what he will do, but until he can control himself it's better to be safe."
"What, kill Draco." Lucius demanded indignantly, looking at his son who hadn't taken his eyes from the vampire.
"No, his instincts would not allow him to kill his own mate. He might, however, claim him here and now to assert dominance and territory for lack of a better word." Voldemort informed them, Narcissa looked horrified and Lucius disgusted. Draco was a mix between fearful and curious, an odd mix overall, but he could already feel his magic reacting to the vampire. He felt… whole? It was extremely odd and he didn't know what to make of it.
"He would what?"
"I've seen it happen, not an experience I wish to relive." Voldemort confirmed, wrinkling his nose at the memory. He had been personally visiting an allied Vampire clan and they had found a stray vampire on their lands, the young male was a submissive and when he was brought before the council one of the unmated dominants from the audience had reacted and claimed his mate in front of the entire hall, growling and snarling at any movement around him. The vampires did not turn a hair at the situation but Voldemort couldn't say it was something he was in a hurry to see again. Harry gave a particularly angry snarl and Voldemort jabbed his wand sending a stinging hex to the vampire's hand.
"If you don't calm down and snap out of it you will stay like that." Voldemort hissed at him and Harry stopped suddenly, he started to whine looking up at the Dark Lord, the vampire recognised a respected elder, and Voldemort raised an eyebrow.
"Have you finished acting like a spoilt vampire?" He asked as if talking to a small child, Harry whined again and nodded, his eyes still black and red and his fangs still on show, but he was no longer snarling or struggling.
"If I let you up, are you going to lunge for anyone?" Voldemort inquired and Harry shook his head so Voldemort released the chains, the vampire was up and crouched in the corner before any of them could blink. Harry found himself looking to the nearest escape route, he wanted to get out.
"You need to calm down, stop breathing." Voldemort ordered, his voice soothing and coaxing, Harry immediately stopped breathing and it took a few minutes but Harry's eyes reverted back to their normal livid green and his fangs retracted. He blinked once, twice and shook his head clearing the rest of the fog that had clouded his mind, he didn't understand what had just happened, he had never felt like this before and it was freaking him out.
"What the fuck," He breathed scared, he really had to get out. Disregarding all common sense, Harry jumped through the first window he saw and took off in to the air; he needed to think.
"That was alarming." Lucius stated and Narcissa nodded.
"That is the resident vampire," Voldemort repeated in the say dry tone as earlier, Draco blinked a few times and shook his head.
"What just happened?" He asked softly.
"We just found out you're mated to a vampire." Narcissa told him, looking at her son in concern. "Are you ok,"
"I-I don't know." He answered honestly, Draco rubbed a shaking hand over his face and tried to calm his heart down. Had that really just happened? Was he really mated to a vampire now? And then something else came to his mind. "Did he just jump out of the window?"
"Yes, I think he became overwhelmed and ran." Voldemort said, "An unusual response for a vampire such as him, though, he is Harry Potter." He would have to speak to the teen about that, as a dominant vampire, his most prominent instinct should, usually, be to fight his way out of the situation when he was in such an animalist mind-set. He wondered what had happened to overwrite such an instinct.
"I think it wise to propose this meeting." Voldemort stated, "We shall have to discuss this recent development however, it will affect us all."
"Very well," Lucius had an odd expression on his face as he rose to bow to his Lord, Draco imitated the action somewhat absently as Narcissa curtseyed and the three of them left. Voldemort looked around the empty room and shook his head, Harry Potter was a menace, an interesting one he could admit but a menace all the same.
"I am way too old for this."
So there you have it folks (HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELLIE), the second chapter of Morsus is up and running. I hope you all like it, and please please please let me know what you think!
Jess*