Disclaimer: I don't own "Harry Potter" or "Vampire The Masquerade" series. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction... those trademarks and non-original characters are owned by "J.K Rowling" "Raincoast Books" and "White Wolf Games Studio"

A/N: Ok, so here it is my first attempt at a crossover fic. I always liked the "Vampire Harry" idea, but never found a fic that fully satisfied me so I decided to make my own. I've also begun to play "Vampire: The Masquerade" and I thought the concept of the Vampire world was very interesting, so I decided to combine it with my fic, and Here's the result of the experiment.

You know, I wouldn't mind some reviews. I would like to know what you think of my story, and your suggestions to make it better would be appreciated.

Warning: Language and explicit violence.

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CHAPTER 1 : Bite Me

Have I told you how does one of you, humans, become a bloodsucker? Well, yes, I told you the basics of the process, but I haven't told you the details, all the parts a Vampire has to go through with his chosen future Childe to turn him into one of us.

Well, It's not complicated. In fact, it is quite easy to "turn" someone, but to give him the proper "embrace", to truly transform him into one of us, there are several steps that we have to follow.

I usually compare the process to making a movie. Yes, don't laugh, I'm being quite serious, because if you aren't serious turning someone, things can get very bad very quickly.

As I was saying, the "embrace" process it's similar to making a movie. Like a movie, it goes through three basic parts: Pre-production, Production and Post-Production.

In the "Embrace" process, the Pre-Production part would be the information gathering about the subject you have chosen. Of course, you usually search relevant subjects that will be useful for our society and your clan, and of course, every clan has different interests. For example, us, the Tremere, are most interested in witchcraft, sorcery and knowledge, so we search people who are adept on those fields. Our clan is one of the few that stalks wizards, along with the Giovanni and the Ventrue. Rowena Ravenclaw's house is one of the most closely watched by us in Scotland, and with us, in our english community, there are quite a number of ex-members of that house.

Anyway, the information gathering is a very important thing to do. You don't want to know just if the person you have been keeping an eye on will be a good member of our society. You want to know all his habits and movements so the "turning" will be done correctly in a mostly discrete place, away from curious stares that could blow away the Masquerade. So you memorize the hobbies, actions and daily activities of the subjects during a relatively short time. This "stalking time", let's admite it, it is stalking after all, can go from a couple of days to a couple of years, but is usually short and there are only a few known cases of people stalked since their birth. Heck, for that exist those who are bred to be one of us, taught our ways since birth to be the perfect Vampire, but that's not the current case.

Once you are sure that your future Childe will do well, when you have your scheme and you have selected a time and a place to "embrace" him or her, you can move onto the Production stage of this Embrace process; the "Kiss"

There are many ways to give the Kiss to a subject, and it can be forced or voluntary, that depends on the Sire ( although it is usually forced); you can lure the future childe into a trap or you can convince him or her to join the race. Of course, the second option has its perks, so now you can understand why most of us use the first. But there's always some satisfaction in a sick romantic way if your Childe wants you to embrace him, and begs for it.

So the process is quite simple; once you are ready, you bite your candidate and suck him dry. You have to leave him just with the amount of blood required to leave him barely alive. Remember to never come from a feast when you have to turn someone, that's a must. It leaves you quite full and there have been cases of colleagues who have been puking all night long just for forgetting not to eat before turning someone. And believe me, those blood stains don't leave the clothes or the carpet even with acid.

Then, when our candidate is whimpering and struggling for his life like, trying not to surpass th fine line between life and dead, you feed him/her with your "Vitae", your life essence, your blood. That's the actual "Kiss", and it requires the tiniest bit of one's blood.

There are several ways to do it, but the most popular and romantic, the ideal way we could say, is cutting your bottom lip or your tongue with your fangs and actually kiss your future childe to feed him/her with the blood coming from the wound you inflicted yourself.

Of course, it works with blood from any part of your body, but would you pass a good snogging opportunity? Well... now that I think of it, I would say it depends on the childe, and no, I'm not a sexual starved bastard, but hey, even Vampires have our needs.

When the subject has been fed ( make sure he swallows the blood, it wouldn't be the first time one of us has been holding a corpse during hours waiting for his wonderful childe to wake up, to later find that she or he had died because he or she hadn't swallowed the "Vitae" given to them) he/she will die.

Literally.

The candidate will stop to breathe and the heart will stop beating. And then, after a short time, it happens.

The transformation.

The body changes and the subject awakes from his or her slumber, reborn as a children of the night, and one of our kind. A happy fanged newborn.

Your Childe.

And finally, we arrive to the Post-Production part of the process. The last part before "selling" the product, the ending of the night's simphony. The las part of the "Embrace" is the education. Of course, your Childe will need to be taught our ways, and everything that a newborn vampire needs to know to succeed in our society.

If not, the Childe would end a Caitiff, a clanless vampire, and that's a rather difficult situation for one of the lamia. Probably would end hurting or killing himself in some way before his new condition could be explained, or would end up abused by other comrades or even blow up the Masquerade.

Of course, there are certain instincts that are passed with the blood given during the "Embrace", but a Childe is like a son, and your role as a Sire is like the one of a father or a mother.

So now, I bet most of you are eager to know how was my "Embrace". Don't worry, i'll tell you soon, but don't be impatient. Of course, before you ask, I'll tell you that it wasn't normal, not for the standards of our clan, nor for most of our race, as it couldn't be being me, the subject of the process. Back when my heart still beat, Ginny would say that nothing could be normal with Harry James Potter. How right was she.

I remember the day as if it was yesterday, and I like to remember it. Don't get me wrong, it's a trauma, but if taken philosophically, you realize that it's a beautiful thing to remember your birth. How you came to be. You don't have the opportunity to do so in your human life, and that second "birth", gives you the chance to experience and taste something that resembles the moment you awoke from your slumber in your mother's belly and filled your lungs with air for the first time.

In fact the first reaction when you wake up is to fill your lungs with air. Stopping to breathe is one of the most difficult things to do for one of the Damned, after all it was an unconscious reaction of the body, and normally it wasn't controlled willingly, and there are those who won't stop doing it at all to remember what was to be human even for the smallest of the moments. What can I say? There are those who are born melancholic...

Anyway, with my tale...

As I was saying, I remember the day I was embraced as if it was yesterday. It was a rainy october 23rd, filled with work.

Like every day since I left Hogwarts, I left the Auror Academy to head to Grimmauld Place to an Order Meeting.

It had been two full years since I left Hogwarts and entered the Auror Training Program hoping to become a respected member of the wizarding society, and to learn some new tricks that helped me in one way or another to kill Voldemort.

We were in times of war, and at the young age of Nineteen, after experiencing the full blown meaning of the world "war", I had become one of the beacons of the light side in the fight against the Dark Lord. As most of you will know, I usually don't react well to fame, but after Dumbledore's death in my sixth year, people seemed to loose the faith and all hope to win the bloody fight against the so called Dark Forces.

So, me, Hermione and Ron decided to join the Order of the Phoenix, and together with Professor Lupin, we took control of it. You could say we transformed it into some "vessel" of hope for those who still believed we could win the war. I was the "unproclaimed" leader, the somewhat "Public" and visible face of the Order while Ron and Hermione were the ones who made up almost all the plans and strategies to follow to disband Death Eater raids and to capture the followers of the Dark Lord.

That day, I had received some information about a DeathEather attack down in Hogsmeade, in hopes to bring down some of Hogwarts' defenses. I remember Voldemort saying to me in one of our multiple telepathic conversations ( oh yes, you heard well) and organized a meeting to discuss a way to stop it.

But that was not the reason I longed for the meeting and the battle with the Death Eaters. The most important piece of information was who was going to be in the attack.

Oh yes, I was eager to meet her, to make her suffer, to "reducto" her to oblivion for what she did to Sirius. I was even capable of using one or two ( or three) dark curses if the opportunity came. you see, the Black Library was quite useful.

I wanted revenge on Bellatrix LeStrange.

And maybe that was what clouded my judgement that day

I opened the door of 12 Grimmauld place and stepped inside as if I owned the place. In fact I did. Sirius left it to me in his will. Anyway, once inside, and thanks to the unusual silence in the corridor ( the old hag was silent for once) I heard the muffled sounds of conversation that confirmed that everybody was already there.

"What do you think Harry wants today?" I overheard from the doorframe. The voice was probably owned by Ron, but thanks to the closed door, I couldn't tell if it was him, or one of his brothers.

But the next voice confirmed that indeed it was Ron. Hermione, as always, made herself known thanks to a high pitched "Honestly, Ron. If Harry has called the meeting it must be something important. Maybe some information".

That was one of the reasons, aside from my thirst for revenge. Since Snape's betrayal, the information and documentation about Voldemort's plans and whereabouts was scanty.

I opened the door, and I was instantly greeted by a collection of "Hello Harry's" or "Greetings Mr. Potter's" from the members of the Order and a "Wotcher Harry" by Tonks.

I stepped inside the room, and walked to my seat slowly, savoring the intrigue of the moment despite the eagerness I was feeling to go to the battle. Everyone was silent, observing me.

I sat on my chair and returned the gaze. After a few moments I spoke.

"I have big news' I said somewhat cheerfully, beaming at them like a child 'An informant whose identity won't be revealed, told me this morning that tonight, at 23:30 an attack will take place in the village of Hogsmeade, on Hogwart's Grounds"

Instantly, Professor McGonnagall rose from her seat to ask a series of questions about the information I had received. She wasn't Hogwarts' Headmistress for nothing, and she was worried about her student body's wellbeing, but I silenced her with my hand before she could mutter a word.

"Today is our big chance to hit a blow on Voldemort's forces. I've been told that in this attack will participate some Inner-Circle Death Eathers like Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape and Bellatrix Lestrange"

At that little piece of information everyone perked up, and looked at me intently. Everyone minus Hermione, of course, who saw the desire for revenge in my eyes and gave me a dark look.

"We will apparate into Hogsmeade, and we will wait for the attack. We will ambush the Dark Lord's followers and attack them by surprise. In and out. Without complications. We will disband the attack and capture whoever we can"

Almost everyone gave me a nod, but Remus, Hermione and Auror Shaklebolt seemed to frown a little till Moody spoke their thoughts.

"Wouldn't it be better if we actually had a plan? There's plenty of Time to elaborate and I would prefer to know what to do and to not be taken by surprise during the attack. There are plenty of things that can go wrong boy!" he seemed a bit angry. It was understandable. I had seen him that day during the training session and told him nothing about the attack or the informant.

"There's no need of further elaboration. We already have a plan! We go there, wait for them and crush them by surprise!" I snapped at him. After all, it didn't seem a bad plan to me at the moment, and despite his "Chess strategy experience" Ron seemed to agree with me, as did most of the order. Others, gave me a frown, but seemed to agree without further discussion.

So we equipped ourselves and apparated into Hogsmeade.

It was freezing. And very dark too. Most of us were damp from the rain and trembling with cold, watching the field with eagerness, searching for any detail that could mean an attack.

And then, we saw a signal. Well, most of us saw it. The others were blown by it.

There was an explosion just behind our hiding places, a few meters ahead from the Three Broomsticks. I remember seeing Hestia Jones' body flying right before my eyes, screaming like a banshee at the lost of her leg.

Then the Deatheaters came. There were at least fifty of them, versus the thirteen order members that could come to the raid. They almost pulverized us. Somewhat, it was a trap. My informant had set me up.

I saw spells flying everywhere. The sickly green of the killing curse and the angry red of the cruciatus were maiming us. I saw Ron crying in pain and Remus holding a bleeding Tonks.

I don't remember much of the battle, aside from the casualities, but in the end, and I still don't know how, the majority of us got out of there alive. We resisted them as well as we could and captured a couple of them. They began to retreat and we were going to apparate when I saw her.

Bellatrix LeStrange was standing in front of me with a smug look on her face. I was angry. She was the one who set me up, somehow I knew it.

Then she left running, as inviting me to go after her. Before I realized, I was in a pursuit. The last thing I heard was Tonks' scream to tell me to leave her and apparate with them to the Headquarters.

But I didn't care

I wouldn't listen

I wanted to destroy her. That was my only objective.

My first priority.

And with those thoughts in my head, I suddenly found myself facing a dark alley. There was nobody in it and it was very very dark. It seemed that she had disappeared somehow, maybe apparated, but I didn't hear the characteristic "crack" from apparition so it couldn't be. The possibilities of what could have happened where racing through my head till I heard a soft sound and felt something very painful in my side.

I looked down, scared, and I saw a silver dagger plunged in my chest. Warm blood oozing out of the wound.

I coughed and looked up to see the person whose hand was holding the dagger.

My emmerald green eyes met dark malicious purple ones.

It was her. A big grin plastered in her gaunt face Her eyes flared with glee.

And then, she spoke in her childish tone "Ohhh, Ickle baby Potter! You should be glad, now you'll be able to see your blood traitor parents and the fool of my cousin again" The grin transformed into a malicious smile "Don't worry, I'll tell how you whimpered and begged for your life to you precious friends while we torture them and meke them suffer"

That would have done it, but I couldn't move. I was paralyzed by the pain and by fear.

From the Darkness another black robed figure came out. It was Lucius Malfoy. "Have you finished with him Bella? Don't forget that the pleasure to torture him is also mine. He was, after all, the one who sent me to Azkaban" the bastard approached me and took the knife and pulled it from the wound. Some more blood came out of the wound and stained the muddy water that was on the floor.

"Aww, Lucius! I so wanted to torture him... Anyway, perhaps I'll can have my way with him in the dungeons... Remember to bring him alive dear, the Dark Lord told us to do so... Such a pity..." She said, seeming disapointed for a moment, and then apparated to their hideout.

That left Lucious Malfoy with a dagger in his hand and I alone in that dark alley.

"A pity indeed..." he muttered "But again, I can't go against my Lord's wishes. That doesn't mean I can't torture you a bit tough" and he laughed.

And continued lo laugh.

Laughing he raised the hand that was holding the dagger to thrust moments later again.

I closed my eyes expecting the pain of the silver blade passing through my flesh, opening a deep wound.

But nothing came.

Instead I heard a sound. Like something slashing flesh with a blade. But it wasn't my flesh, I felt no pain and my limbs were all where they should be...

Suddenly, the deep laughter of Lucius Malfoy became a high pitched scream of horror. Something warm soaked my face, and I knew it wasn't water.

I opened my eyes to see what the hell was going on there and saw Malfoy's arm severed by the elbow with blood sparying everywhere. On the floor, over me. Everything was crimson red. I could see the intense color despite the darkness, and I could smell the coppery liquid along with the damp smell of the recently soaked ground.

I felt the urge to puke but a loud "crack" snapped me out of my stuppor. It was when I realized that it was Lucius' neck snapping that I saw her, my savior, my Sire.

Her icy blue eyes where shining in the moonlight, along with her white pointy fangs. I couldn't see my "savior" well because of the darkness, but i was scared shitless. When her ruby red lips curled up into a feral smile, I did what every brave young auror in training would have done in the same situation.

I fainted.

When I woke up I was in some kind of warehouse. "Probably still in Hogsmeade" I thought. I was feeling a bit light headed and I had a fever. My body was cold. I was rather uncomfortable and I was still bleeding from the side. My "savior" hadn't heped me with my wounds or the cold I was catching. "Some hero I found"

My ranting was interrupted by an Icy voice behind me.

"Welcome again to the world of the living. I can't say you'll live much more though"

That had done it. Suddenly I remembered those eyes and those fangs, and Malfoy's blood spraying everywhere. So I panicked.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" I asked rather scared.

"We've been watching you for quite some time, Mr. Potter. Some time indeed. And we want you to join us. It is a pity that you won't have a choice in the matter. You see, you're going to die anyway, and we think that it will be better if you can at least do something for our big family after death... Don't you think so too Mr Potter?" She asked rethorically. I cocked my head to her and caught a glimpse of her face. She was actually beautiful. Her face was heart shaped. She had porcelain white skin and full ruby lips. She has a button nose and beautiful icy blue eyes surrounded by those long eyelashes. Those were hypnotic eyes. Her thin eyebrows and her hair were dark, almost inky black. But as soon I got a glimpse of her she disappeared again only to reappear just behind me.

I felt strong but soft hands grab me from behind and a her soft cold voice whispered into my ear: "Don't worry Mr. Potter. Everything will be clear when you wake up"

With that I felt something over my neck, and after a wile, a tongue began caressing the soft flesh above my collarbone to the jugular vein.

Suddenly, I felt a couple of fangs punctuating through my skin and I cried in pain. It hurt like hell first, but moments later I was in ecstasy. It was pleasant, very pleasant. Almost like having a slowly orgasm, in which you can savour every moment for as long as you want.

It seemed that it was an eternity, when it really were no more than five minutes.

Then she withdrew her mouth from my neck and cleaned the excess of blood from her shin. "It is your turn to drink" she whispered to me.

I was loosing my consciousness slowly, and I was barely aware of what was happening.

She bit her bottom lip and draw blood. She leaned closer to and kissed me. Our lips crushed and my mouth opened hungrily accepting the gift of her Vitae, almost unconciously.

I swallowed her essence, and sank into the kiss till i felt the urge to sleep. Suddenly all my world went black, and the last thing I remember is sensing a light kiss on my forehead and a voice whispering into my ear.

"Good Night, my Childe"

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A/N2: Here's the first chapter. Don't expect me to update so quickly next time, it was just that now I have free time, but next chapters maybe will take longer to upload. I've also noticed some errors on the first chapter. once I have more of the story i'll try to do a major editing.

And please, Review and leave your comments so i can know what should be changed or what is wrong in my story and waht do you think of it.

The Mysterious Nobody