Summary: Harry has everything he could want, but then something goes wrong. Can he fix the pieces of his life? Rated M for safety.

Disclaimer: J.K. owns all the characters from the book, im just borrowing them. Any names you don't recognize are mine.

Warning: M/M, mpreg, DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ

Note: I have taken the liberty of killing off some characters, and bringing other back to life. Sorry if this offends you.

The Transformation of Harry Potter

Chapter 3

Change

Gideon watched his prize with glee. He finally had him, the one man who would make his life complete. It was such a pleasant feeling when one had what one has been waiting to take for years, he thought. Now, all that remains is the change, and we can spend the rest of our lives together! But his moment of happiness was interrupted when he realized that his prize was still unconscious. Well, he thought, we'll have to do something about that…

Harry woke with a gasp. Something really cold had just been tossed on him, and now he was freezing! He grimaced as he sat up, pulling the wet material from his chest. He was going to kill Ron… Wait a minute. He was in godforsaken Albania, how could Ron have done anything to him? Suddenly, he remembered Gideon, and Harry frantically searched the room until his eyes landed on him. The man (psycho, his mind muttered), was sprawled across a couch in the corner, just watching him. "Ah, good, you're awake. Now we can start the fun part of the day." Harry stared in horror as Gideon rose from the couch and started towards him.

Unconsciously, Harry shrunk back into the wall. However, before he had gone very far, he suddenly found himself prostrate on the floor, his body aching from the force of the connection. He rolled over and scrambled away, only to be stopped by a hand fisted in his collar. "Never run from me," Gideon hissed, "Never ever ever. Underssstand?" Harry could only sputter, and the hand in his collar tightened. "Y-y-yes, I understand." With a blinding smile, Gideon released his grip on Harry and watched as he fell to the floor.

Harry was terrified, but a small part of his brain was telling him, you know what to do, it whispered. The same thing you did when Vernon cornered you, the same thing you do when you see Draco in the halls. Run away…the voice told him, back down…

Harry warily stood, expecting another blow. But when none came, he straightened all the way up. Gideon watched him with satisfaction. "Now we'll begin." He said, and smiled.

It was a horrible, foul smile. His mouth looked wrong, like there wasn't enough room. And suddenly, Harry realized that's exactly what it was. Gideon's mouth had at least twice, if not three times the number of teeth a normal human mouth was supposed to have. And they glistened, like they were coated in something deadly.

Harry couldn't help it; he backed up. But Gideon only smiled wider, and stalked to him. Turning, Harry tried to flee to the door, but was slammed against the wall, with Gideon pressed flush against him. He could feel his hot acrid breath on the skin on the back of his neck; fell the hard-on that was digging disgustingly into his butt. He tried to scream, but a hand was on his mouth before he'd even drawn a full breathe. He struggled frantically, but he couldn't get free, couldn't even feel Gideon's grip loosening. Then suddenly, he felt teeth sink into his shoulder, almost at his neck, and he screamed against the hand. And then, after he'd thought it was over, he felt those same teeth sink in a little further and grind against his collar bone.

He realized that the hand had been removed, and he'd been screaming out loud for several minutes. But nothing mattered, nothing mattered except the blinding, blazing pain that was starting to spread throughout his body…

A/N- I'm sorry it's so short, but I figured the impact would be lessoned if it segued into another part of the story. Next chapter up by the 8th. ;-)