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CHAPTER 2: THE DARKENED MANSION The younger wizard turned to his Headmaster and gave him a questionable look. Dumbledore put a hand on Harry's shoulder and looked at him warmly.
"We'll talk later Harry. In the mean time take your potion and watch out for Lucas." Harry's eyes widened.
"Is...is he dangerous?" Harry asked quietly.
"Lucas, Lucas is very dangerous Harry. He doesn't give any mercy to anyone. But when it comes to you he is as harmless as a flobberworm." Dumbledore said smiling with a twinkle in his eyes.
"He doesn't even know me though. Why would he care so much?"
"I wouldn't be so surprised Harry. He probably knows you very well." Harry was so confused right now; his thoughts kept getting all jumbled up.
'How could this man know him when he himself hasn't even seen his face?' His thoughts were interrupted by Dumbledore.
"Well, I have to get ready for an Order meeting tonight. Take your potion and have yourself a good night's sleep. You can stay in the same bedroom as you did last year." He ruffled Harry's head and left the room.
Harry sighed; He did need some sleep after all. The young wizard walked over to the stairs and took out the vial of sleeping potion. It was sky blue in color, didn't look that bad. He uncorked it and drowned it down, unaware that he was only to take a sip and that a pair of purple eyes was watching him upstairs.
After the last drop did he realize how awful it tasted. Taking a piece of his shirt, he rubbed his tongue furiously trying to get the taste out of his mouth. While walking up the stairs his vision began to rock back and forth, he knew he probably took way to much, Snape probably wanted him to collapse in ex-...
He couldn't think straight anymore or walk straight for a matter of fact. Finally, he reached the platform and collapsed to the floor. Unknown to the quiet footsteps coming his way.
Harry got on his hands and knees crawling toward his bedroom in his last once of strength. Strong hands picked him off the floor and Harry snuggled into the stranger's grove of their neck.
A moan escaped from the stranger as his hands tightened around Harry's body.
"Sleep Harry, don't fight it. You're safe with me." With that Harry blacked out and the vial slipped from his hands and shattered to the floor.
"Alright onto our next topic." Albus Dumbledore announced to the group sitting in front of him.
"Now," he was interrupted by a large boom from upstairs.
"Harry." He murmured, as he rushed out the door along with the rest of the Order. A little bit afterward they heard a loud splatter of glass. The group ran up the stairs into the darkness to find... nothing.
Not even Harry. They took out their wands and muttered
"Lumos." Searching with their wands to find any clues.
"Albus look!" Kingsley yelled, pointing at the broken vial. Albus looked from the vial to the empty room.
"Well it seems that our friend Lucas Pierce has gotten what he wanted again." A man in the shadows laughed hard at Dumbledore's words and held his boy closer to him, as he disappeared away from the house.
In a dark room Lucas stood over Harry as he slept. He was gorgeous, the most beautiful thing he had in his possession. He trailed a finger along the boy's jaw line, amazed at how soft he felt.
"I'm going to make you mine, even if it takes a slow process. I love you"
Harry opened his eyes to a dark room. The only light was coming from the closed blinds. He felt refreshed like he slept for a year or maybe more. Then the memories came flooding back to him instantly.
Dursley's, Panther, sleeping potion, Dumbledore, being kidnapped. He gasped and sat up quickly and noticed he was still in his clothes he had on the day before.
A hand came in front of his mouth as his yell was muffled. Weight came on top of Harry's legs, stomach and chest. A man was on top of Harry, and his breath was breezing on Harry's cheek.
"Good mourning Harry. If I take my hand off you promise not to scream?" Harry immediately recognized his voice as Lucas and nodded his head.
The hand disappeared and so did the weight on top of him. Lights were turned on and Harry looked around the room, trying not to show his awe. It was the largest room he's ever been in.
The bed he was lying in was a king size four poster with black silk sheets. The flour was a rich cream carpet, a brick fireplace with two leather couches and a dining room was on the side of the room.
The boy blinked and looked over at Lucas and raised his eyebrows in shock. He looked no older that 18. He had soft pale skin, skinny but muscular build, his hair was very short, shorter than Harry's and gel was used to spike it slightly but he could tell when it wasnt geled it was very curly, and his color hair was a chocolate color with black streaks in it.
His best feature was his face. It was soft looking; his eyebrows were elegant, and best of all his eyes were the best shade of purple/indigo Harry had ever seen.
Over all, if Harry was gay he would have thought he looked gorgeous.
"You look better in the light." Lucas said looking at Harry up and down. The boy blushed and stood up.
"And you look better without a hood on." Harry mumbled looking in his indigo eyes. Lucas smiled and crossed his arms.
"I'm not trying to be rude or anything, but how old are you?" Lucas chuckled lightly.
"Don't worry I get that question a lot. I'm 16." Harry's mouth dropped.
"You seemed older when you were at my house, and of course how you talked to Dumbledore and all..." Lucas smirked.
"Yes, well I've known Albus-, Professor Dumbledore for a long time. It slips sometime when I'm talking to him. My temper I mean." Lucas noticed Harry shift uncomfortable the purple eyed man walked over to the fireplace, sitting down on the leather couch. Patting the spot next to him, Harry timidly walked over and sat down.
"Where are we?" Harry asked looking at the empty fireplace.
"We are at the darkened mansion. It's my Grandfather's house. He is quite rich. You should see the outside; I'll take you sometime during theholiday." He looked over at Harry who had a frown upon his face.
"During the break?" Lucas leaned back and smirked.
"Obviously. You're staying with for the rest of your summer holiday." Harry was very uncomfortable with Lucas just sitting next to him, much less the holidays.
"O. Does Dumbledore know?" Harry asked shakily.
"He knows you're with me." Lucas said simply standing up pacing in front of Harry. Obviously Dumbledore didn't give Lucas permission, but all of a sudden Harry's memory took him back to last night, what Lucas said before he left.
"I always get what I want." Harry gulped and refused to look at the man.
"It's August 4th. 2:00 p.m." Lucas announced. Harry looked up to meet purple eyes.
"Yeah?" The boy asked unsure of what to say. The man laughed... or the young man laughed.
"The attack happened on August 2nd. You've been sleeping for tow whole days. The sleeping potion you took was only supposed to be used with a sip. You took the whole vial." Harry was clearly embarrassed at his lack of knowledge.
He brought his finger nails to his teeth and peeled off the nail. Biting his nails became a habit when he was angry, thinking, or embarrassed. A hand knocked Harry's fingers out of his mouth. With a start Harry looked up at Lucas who was smirking yet again.
"I used to bite my nails when I was younger. Worst habit ever." Harry grinned slightly.
"How did you stop?" Harry asked.
"My Grandfather slapped me whenever he saw me biting." Harry's grin faltered slightly. Lucas looked at the floor in anger.
Damn he could beat up a crowd of people, talk back to the most powerful wizard, and yet he couldn't stop himself by makinghim look like a complete git toward Harry.
"I know it's none of my business, but do you live with your parents to?"
"NO. They're dead." He hissed at Harry dangerously but immediately regretted it.
"Oh, Harry I'm sorry I didn't mean to snap at you." He cursed himself.
"No, It was my fault I should have never asked such a personal question." Harry replied, tempted to bit his nails.
"I'm sorry. It's I don't-," Lucas started.
"I understand. I hate when people ask me about my parents." Harry replied shortly, looking at the floor. Lucas scratched his head, and looked at the time.
"Hm, Do you want to get something to eat?" Harry was hungry.
"Yeah. Sure." He was about to stand up when Lucas held out a helping hand. Harry took it and Lucas hauled him off the couch. Standing close together and holding hands, Harry blushed and let go.
"Come on." The young wizard followed the so called 16 year old out of his room into a huge hallway. It was then when Harry noticed why he felt so uncomfortable.
The hallways were coated with gold and wood floors shined to his eyes. Real gold frames were hung on the wall, with portraits of rich looking people. And everything was black.
Lucas was wearing real leather shoes, black dress pants, and a black short sleeved shirt. And their was Harry with a white baggy short sleeve short, pale baggy jeans, with a brown belt that was buckled all the way to the last hole, and white tennis shoes.
He passed a mirror and saw his hair being messier than ever. He groaned. A blood chilling scream erupted throughout the mansion. Harry moved closer to Lucas who didn't seem to notice.
But inside Lucas was sweating, Harry couldn't find out now...
"Here we are." They entered the dinning room and Harry stopped in surprise. It was huge, there was a large table that looked like it sat 20 people made of real oak, Diamond chandeliers hung from the ceiling and the floor was gold tiles.
"Wow, your well off." Harry mumbled, and Lucas smile slightly. They sat down next to each other and Lucas snapped his fingers twice. Food appeared all over the table and Harry's mouth watered.
Sandwiches, fruit of all kinds, pumpkin juice, mashed potatoes and Harry's favorite Macaroni and cheese. Harry started to eat and satisfy his aching stomach.
After he was done and Lucas was also, he cleared the table and plates full of deserts appeared all over. Harry immediately reached for the chocolate strawberries as did Lucas.
Their eyes met and smiled.
"I gather you like chocolate covered strawberries too?" Lucas asked in a seductive way.
"Yeah." Harry popped a strawberry in his mouth and sucked on it. Unaware of Lucas watching, he grabbed another one and ran his tongue over its sides. Lucas moaned loudly as he felt himself grow hard. Harry turned to look at him.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked innocently.
'Too innocent' thought Lucas.
"Nothing." They both reached for the last strawberry but Lucas got to it first. He smirked at a glaring Harry. He had the best plan in the world to seduce and confuse Harry.
He popped the strawberry in his mouth but didn't chew it. Harry snorted at Lucas as he watched him. The boy turned back to the table until a hand came behind his head and forced him to come lip to lip with Lucas.
He tried to pull back but the older man had him on a tight grasp. A tongue slipped in Harry's mouth and pried it open wider.
'Harry tasted very good' Lucas thought as his tongue slid all over Harry's mouth. He wished he could do it more often. He slid the strawberry in Harry's mouth and broke the kiss apart when he heard someone enter.
"What is this?" A voice yelled from the door way. Harry was shocked at what just happened. Why did he like it so much? Did the mean he way gay? He ate the strawberry and ran his tongue over his teeth to make sure nothing was on them.
He looked up at the intruder to see it was a man around 20 all dressed in black. He reminded Harry of Malfoy with red slicked back hair. The young wizard sat back and looked between Lucas and the red head.
"What does it look like Flash?" Flash? What kind of a name was that?
"It looks like your making out with..." He sniffed and looked at Harry.
"Making out with a wizard." Flash raised his eyebrows at Lucas.
"He's quite the looker." He undressed Harry with his eyes.
"I never fucked a wizard before...wonder what it's like." With that Lucas stood up and strolled over to Flash.
"Well I'll just have to tell you the details." He brought his fist back and punched him in the face and the man slid down the wall slowly.
Harry was shocked at how strong Lucas was and also angry at him because of what he did and said. It was like he owned him. Lucas turned and noticed Harry was angry at him for kissing him.
"Come along now Harry. Let's go back to our rooms and have some fun." He said winking at Harry and disappeared around the corner. Harry glared and walked of to the injured man.
"Are you ok?" Flash looked up at the young wizard in pain.
"Yeah. I'll get through it. Could you please bring me a cup, and a napkin?" Harry realized that his mouth was full of blood. The boy gathered up the things off the table and handed them to the man.
Flash spit all the blood in his mouth into the cup and started dabbing his mouth with the napkin. Seeing he was ok, Harry got up and left but stopped in his tracks as he heard Flash start talking.
"Hey. Potter, come here please." The boy turned around and walked slowly over to Flash. He motioned for Harry to sit besides him which he did.
"You be careful of Pierce, Potter. He's a very violent man with a temper. Once a vampire picks his mate that is all that is on his mind." Harry's eye's widened in horror.
"Vampire...Mate?"
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