I think it's pretty obvious I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter One

It was dark when I woke up again, that was the first bad sign. I was lying down in the middle of an alley, that was the second bad sign, and the third? The third was the fact that I had my arm in a puddle of unidentifiable dark liquid. Though I was pretty sure what it was.

Great.

I thought back to what had happened, but my memories of the woman were fuzzy and I struggled around on the floor to find my glasses, when I finally found them, one of the lenses were broken and the other on had been knocked out. But that's when I realised something, I could see perfectly without them. I closed my eyes for a second and let out a deep breath, and then I opened them, and it was the same.

I pushed myself to my feet and walked unsteadily out of the alleyway into the street which I had been standing in previously. A police car whizzed by and I shuddered, the sound was harsher than it usually was. Now I was worried.

Couldn't anything normal happen to me ever? I mean, all that I wanted to do was hang around the streets, being a nuisance, and just be a normal teenager for once in my life, but no, I had to be accosted by some strange woman and get dumped in an alleyway by her. I put a hand on the wall to steady myself and closed my eyes again, it was as if everything was louder and I could smell everything so much better. I pushed my hand into my jeans' pockets and sighed, if only I had my wand on me at the moment. My eyes flew open.

I then noticed something quite odd, and pulled my hand out of my pocket, there was a piece of paper in there, and I really couldn't remember having a piece of paper in there. I pulled it up to the light, not that I really needed to, and looked at the front of it, my name was on it in elegant writing, what the hell. I had never seen that writing before... Warily I opened it up.

Mr Potter, (er how do they know my name)

You might be quite confused at the moment, (obviously!) but I can explain everything to you. I'm sorry I can't be there, but I have to go at the moment. (Funny that) It's quite hard to put in writing, but to put it simply, you're a vampire.

I stopped reading at that, a vampire? I'd heard of werewolves, but vampires. I shook my head but everything started to make sense, that's why I could hear so well, and see so well and smell so well. I paused my thoughts and wanted to look back down at the note, I was a vampire, and usually they can't die, and usually they can't age either. I was going to be stuck as a fifteen, nearly sixteen year old midget forever? For fuck's sake!

You'll probably have to drink soon, I am not really sure. You'll be fine to go out in the sunlight, and I think you'll be able to do magic (so this woman attacks me, and now I might not even be able to do magic, because that will be easy to explain) there isn't really much else to tell you. If you want to know why I did this, I am not even sure myself. (Yeah right, she had a reason) But if you are worried about not ageing don't worry, you will, until you're fully grown, but it will happen at a much faster pace than it would were you human. I hope I will see you one day. (I don't)

Yours,

Your maker

Right now I was seething. No more, I was beyond that, right now I wanted to kill her, and any person who knew her, and any-

Okay, I'm getting carried away, but it was pissing me off. Who did she think she was? She just killed me. For no reason -or so she said- but I knew that there was another reason behind it, no person -vampire, whatever- does that for no reason. If you're going to kill someone, at least be truthful to them!

I clenched my hands for a moment and considered kicking the wall behind me, but then realised that might make me look a bit strange to any passing strangers. So I resisted the urge to violently kick a wall and began to make my way to a pay phone, where I was sure I'd be able to to find a way to contact my family.

-/-

I climbed into the red phone box easily and took a look in my other pocket, inside there was the money I had earlier, I pulled out one golden coin and picked up the phone, and the automated voice spoke to me.

"Please insert your money and then dial your number." 'Obviously' I thought and then pushed the little coin into the slot and dialled the number, it rung for about fifty seconds before someone finally picked up.

I spoke before them. "You left me in London." 'And let me turn into a vampire,' I finished off mentally.

"Yes we did. You weren't there, we had to go." Ah, it was my aunt. My family was really one of the most caring families in the world I decided.

"Well I don't really know what to do then." She paused after I said that.

"I don't know." Suddenly there was some noise in the background and I could hear my uncle shouting on the other end, "is that the boy? Let me talk to him right now." There was some shuffling and his voice came on the phone, "I don't know what you're playing at, but we came back and you weren't there. So we left."

"So I've been told."

"Don't be cheeky with me."

"I'm not."

"Look, I don't care what you do, just get back here before your freaky friends want to see you." I sighed.

"I don't have any money, well, not enough to get a train ticket."

"Well just dodge the fair."

"I'm glad you're encouraging me to break the law. Responsible guardian aren't you." I could almost hear him turning red but then he spoke.

"Just don't get hurt. I don't want to be turned into a frog by those other freaks."

"Yeah y-" I stopped talking when I realised he had put the phone down on me. Anger bubbled up inside of me, so much that I just wanted to destroy something, I took a few deep breaths and looked out of the window of the phone box. Some cars were driving down the street, and a few neon signs blinked out of me.

I felt defeated. There wasn't much I could do for now, especially since I didn't have much money on me and I definitely didn't have enough to stay the night in a hotel. I didn't know where Diagon Alley was, so I couldn't take any money out from there, unless I found it by some kind of miracle. Then again, I had always been lucky. There weren't many choices facing me, I could try and find a train station, try and find Diagon Alley, sleep on the streets, or find some terrible hotel to stay in. I began to think though, surely now I was a vampire, I could have some awesome skills which go along with it. Like making people do what I want.

What? It happens in the Vampire Diaries. I know what your thinking, but that's not right, Dean Thomas had to read them for his Muggle Studies class.

I was going to have to come up with something better than that, I guess. But it wouldn't hurt to try. Maybe I could walk into the kebab shop over the road and try and get one for free. I didn't really have much else to do. Perhaps I could give it a go. I took a deep breath, if this went wrong I was going to look like a right freak. Maybe I could do other cool stuff, like walk on the ceiling like that guy in 'Interview with a Vampire'. Or read thoughts. Or turn into mist.

Mist could be cool.

I shook my head, why wasn't I feeling more shocked at this? I mean, I was a vampire for God's sake. Surely I should be feeling shocked. Or at least slightly surprised. But I didn't feel that bothered, aside from wanting to find out if I had any cool powers. I pushed open the phone box and crossed over to the shop, it was better not to think about what I was.

The smell of cooking meat over powered me as I walked into the almost empty shop. On one of the spits there was a piece of meat cooking on a spit. I gagged and the man who was standing behind the counter looked at me curiously.

"I'd like some of that please." I pointed half-heartedly to the meat roasting on the spit. The man turned away from me and began to chop bits off it, after a while he was done and I was presented with a plate of oily meat.

"That'll be three pounds." My heart was now hammering in my ears, if this went wrong I was going to get kicked out. Then I realised, surely, I was dead. Did I have a heart beat? I put my thumb against my wrist and tried to feel for a pulse. Nope.

Then, what was that noise? I suddenly realised that the man was looking at me very strangely.

"Oh yeah. Sorry..." I trailed off, I gave an almost comical gulp and then fixed my eyes onto his. "I'd like it for free." To be honest I really didn't. I couldn't think of anything better than to get out of the shop and stop that incessant hammering in my ears. The man's expression took over a clouded look and for a moment, I thought that I maybe had a chance, but then the expression faded and he looked at me, bemused.

"You've got to be kidding mate." Okay, maybe it would work if I really wanted it. Like my life depended on it (which it really did not), maybe it was just like Dark magic, you have to feel it. Or whatever shit Bellatrix spewed at me.

"No. I really want it for free." I held my eyes onto his, and tried to will him to let me have that damn kebab for free, his face took on the same clouded expression it had before, but this time it did not change. Yes! Score for Harry the Vamp.

The man handed over the plate blankly and then mindlessly thanked me for my service. I walked out the door, and was thinking of attempting a fist pump as I went out. But thought better of it, and so out I went- with no fist pumping- out into the night.

-/-

Getting the train home was slightly easier than I imagined, I used up some of my money getting a Tube ticket, but managed to get to a railway station through that, although I kept on getting creepy looks from the guy who was in the same carriage as me, so I had a problem when I tried to switch carriages and the train went off without me, making me have to wait another five minutes for the next one. Though the fact that the Tube was even running meant that it wasn't any later than midnight. I had originally wanted to go to Diagon Alley, but realised that I would probably go and get my school stuff soon, so I might have a chance then to look up some sneaky facts about vampires. And so, this is why I ended up sitting in an empty carriage staring out of the window. I couldn't really see much anyway, so I suppose that good night vision wasn't a vampire skill, although everything in the light was sharper.

It was weird, to think of myself like that. Vampire. What did that word even mean? Would it mean that I would have to drink blood soon? Did it mean I was a different person? Would I ever die? The questions swam around my head and I gave a sigh. At first I was angry about it, and then I was sad, but now... Now I was freaking out. I just wish that someone could have told me how to do this, and not left me by myself.

We had never learnt about vampires, so I could only assume from what I had read from books. Obviously vampires were pretty rare, rarer than werewolves, because I had never heard about them from anyone, aside from that book that Lockhart wrote. Perhaps, they were treated like normal humans by the Ministry? I snorted and shook my head I doubted that, considering the people I had met who had come from there.

Suddenly I was pulled out of my thoughts by a heavy thumping sound, and I looked around and behind me was a conductor.

"Can I have your ticket please?" Shit, I didn't have one, and if my vampire skills failed me again I was going to be kicked off. And what was that thumping sound?

"Err, yes." I stood up and faced him, he smelled like stale cigarettes, BO, and something else, something I couldn't place. He stared at me expectantly and I made a show of looking around in my pockets. "It should be here somewhere." Okay, now or never, I raised my head and looked him dead in the eyes, "you-" That damn thumping was getting louder and louder. I tried again, "you know that I-" and then I noticed something, his vein, and I could see it moving ever so slightly, in time with the beat, and I finally realised what that thumping sound was. It was his heart. I tried to stop myself but I could feel something sharp in my mouth and I looked him in the eyes again, "you're just going to stand there." I knew it had worked when his eyes glazed over. Slowly, I moved towards him, and then it was as if the world faded from my eyes and I let instinct guide me.

-/-

Stop. That was the one word that broke me out of the haze I was in. I don't know where it came from, but it was enough to make me pull away from the man in disgust. I hadn't been able to stop myself from biting the man, I had taken a fair bit, but thankfully he was still living. It was then that it hit me, this is what I was.

I didn't have any control over my actions, I was a monster. The man was still standing there, and I could see the blood coming out from the cut I had made. And I could smell it, God I could fucking smell it! At that moment in time there was so little stopping me from bending down back to his- I could feel myself moving towards him, and I stopped myself. For a moment my eyes could only focus on the red liquid in front of me, but I tore my eyes away and steadied myself.

"You will forget this ever happened, I was never on this train, when you see me you will ignore me." I held his gaze and he then nodded silently, I then popped up his collar to try and hide the cut, but I realised that the skin was healing over, although the bruise from the bite was still there. That's pretty useful. I smiled grimly and then spoke, "okay. You can go." Slumping down into my seat, I gave a sigh and then, once seated, held my head in my hands. Perhaps my life could get worse after all.

–/-

Finally, after what seemed an age of self reflection, the train arrived in Little Whinging Station. I had taken me such a long time, to get back to a place I didn't even want to get to. The Tube was easy enough to navigate, aside from the one incident, but after my high jinks on the train, I didn't particularly want to be near any humans. God, how was this going to work? It wouldn't be long until I saw the others, they said they were going to come and collect me before my birthday, and it wasn't long before it.

Shit. This wasn't going to go well. Perhaps I could keep under control, and everything was going to be fine... Yeah, like that was going to happen.

A high pitched beeping sound interrupted my my thoughts, and I turned and looked with horror at the doors slowly closing. I didn't want to have to wait for ages at the next station for the train back to here, and I certainly didn't want to run into anymore conductors. I stood up, and ran to the doors as fast as I could and just managed to slip out of the doors before the doors closed completely. I stood on the platform of the train and shook my head, that was a close call.

All I had to do now was walk back to the Dursley's. Hopefully I would not be able to fuck that up too. Although, who knows, I was pretty good at doing just that, managing to screw up in the most unlikely situations. I walked though the station and tried to ignore the loud beating sounds I had come to associate with human hearts. When I thought of it, it sickened me, what I had become. Although the whole mind control thing was quite cool.

The night was one of those muggy nights, which you get in England in the summer, where the heat itself seems oppressive. This was generally why I preferred winter much more. That was also because I didn't have to spend my winters in the most exciting town of Little Whinging- where the main attraction was the park playground, where two of the swings had been broken, probably by Dudley sitting on them. It wasn't long from the station to the house, only about a ten minute walk and so, in very little time, unfortunately, I was home. It was probably inadvisable to ring the doorbell, but it was the only way I was going to be able to get in, and so, it was with trepidation that I rung the white button of doom. I rung it three times, just enough to be annoying, but not too many to be unjustified, however it still took a while for one of my family to switch on the lights and come and opened the door. Of course it had to be my uncle. The fat man opened up the door with a friendly expression on his face, just incase it was one of the neighbours, but as soon as he saw me his expression turned to one of distaste.

"Oh it's you." He opened the door slightly wider and let me in, although I still had to squeeze past him.

"Glad you're happy to see me." I said as I walked off to my bedroom, trying to ignore the thumping sound coming from him, although, it was weaker.

"Not so fast. You're going to explain what happened to you. We told told you to stay where you were."

"Well what do you expect? I was bored." I pinched the bridge of my nose and tried to focus on something else other that the beating. "As for what happened, I don't know. I was walking along, and then I found myself in an alleyway."

"You must have some explanation." I shook my head.

"Stranger things have happened. I mean, I'm a wizard." As I expected he turned slightly red and then walked off, luckily he didn't decide to beat me up for that even though he'd never done that before, there was a first time for everything. Even deciding to drink a train conductors blood.

Hopefully that wasn't too bad... I ran through it a few times, but as I said, I've been pretty stressed because of these fucking GCSEs that I have at the moment, so I've probably missed out a few things. I tried to make it funny, but it's pretty hard to make draining someone's blood humorous, so Harry gets slight broody. And if anyone is like, 'wait, I swear he's sad that Sirius died.' He will remember in the next chapter, but when people die, you usually don't spend every minute thinking about them, as sad as it is, though when this has happened to me I feel pretty guilty afterwards.

Anyway, leave a review if you want to and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE point out any stupid stuff in this story, even if it's just 'Your idea is crap and you should stop writing.' It's the only way I'll ever improve, though it'd be nice if it were more detailed unlike the example I have. So, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and I'll try and get another one out soon!