Talltree-san: They will be back (Ron and Hermione) in the next chapter. :)

yaoi gravi girl: Ooh, I just love you. I just wanted to say that.

AnimeBook's: To answer your question, they were really not in great understanding of how utterly different life was going to change for them so early on. I hope this chapter helps explain Draco's position much better.

Talltree-san: I'm so very glad that you like it! I know it's not terribly popular but I'm having a ball writing it.

thewolf74: Harry's such sweetheart, he'd probably feel bad for letting Tom think he was upset about it, ha!

Thanks to everyone who's reading this. I love you all.

Looking in through the glass on the French doors he was standing in front of, a tall pale vampire watched his parents sitting at the dinner table eating a meal. Neither had spoken to one another, not one word between them had been said. They did not look at each other either despite sitting across from each other. The vampire was shrouded in darkness, hidden to any eye that was alive and fully human. He watched them night after night, desperate to tap on the glass and let them know he was out there…but he couldn't. He was forbidden, as Harry was, to tell any living person who knew him in life that he was there, that he was still something akin to being alive. If they even attempted to contact anyone, Tom promised he would wipe their pasts out of their minds. He couldn't have that, the thought of not knowing who he was anymore terrified him.

Draco watched them sitting in silence. If he did not know them he would have thought they were strangers. Once, they were a lively couple, doting on each other and their beautiful son. They were the wealthiest family in town. Draco was once the most popular boy in school. Now, he had never felt so alone in his life now. Most of the coven didn't care much for him. He was arrogant and boastful, and had an anger and thirst that only the werewolves and maybe Bellatrix could understand. He was told he was chosen for that reason, instead of Tom outright killing him that fateful night. Most of his coven was too soft, and once you reach the number 13, the coven would grow in great power. Only Harry was kind to him out of all of the softies, as Blaise liked to call them. But Harry was kind to everyone; he was a people pleaser and would adjust his persona to appease whoever it was he was around.

Blood pooled into the corners of his eyes. Draco wasn't handling the massive changes in his life very well, either. He was terribly homesick and missed all of his friends. Harry was adjusting slightly better, what with having Tom fawning all over and cooing at him all of the time. Tom, the master, the man who endlessly begged Harry to forgive for changing him without fully telling him what was happening until it was too late. Tom hadn't once apologised to Draco. Instead, he had told him once that him he deserved it, and that he should be thankful that he was chosen, because if not - he would be dead. Once the most popular, with wealth beyond measure, Draco found himself sleeping in a used coffin in a basement of a manor every night. A place, up until very recently, was as old and decrepit as the alleyways he captured and killed his prey in.

As crimson tears leaked out of his eyes and left a dark trail of blood down his cheeks, he turned to leave, having not fed in days due to depression. Something, a blur, came down from the sky. Before he could focus on it, it swooped him up and carried him off, silencing his cries, stilling his mind, carrying him off and away before the boy could get away.

Harry smiled over at Tom, who was watching him in the thick darkness of the interior of the Forbidden Forest. The older vampire flicked his glowing eyes in the eastern direction, indicating that there was something there. Hunting with the boy was exhilarating, Harry was a natural when it came to seeking someone out, hunting them down and trapping them effectively.

Giving him a nod, Harry returned his acknowledgement. His bright eyes shifted and focused on the man they were hunting. He was a recently escaped criminal from Azkaban prison, a very violent and murderous individual. Nicknamed Merwyn the Malicious, his time was rapidly running out. This was Harry's favourite thing to slaughter; violent individuals who did not deserve to be waking around in the outside world. He could smell fresh blood purling off of his clothing. The man was sitting on the ground going through a woman's purse in the distance.

Tom gave the boy the signal and watched him run with a speed no other could match. Within a second or two, Harry had the man pinned to the ground on his back. Although grizzly-faced and extremely muscular, he was no match for the seemingly delicate boy holding him down. "This woman you robbed will be the last person that will fall victim to you, you disgusting monster," Harry said while his fangs slid down into his mouth and set in place.

Tom came up on the other side of their prey. Both he and Harry shared a look before sinking their fangs into the man's carotid arteries. Merwyn groaned out, unable to move or scream, he lie there still until he was emptied of blood. The moment before he died they erased the wounds they made to his neck. Harry looked up, his glowing eyes locked with Tom's. His fangs had extended once more, and he hissed at him, daring him to conquer him, to capture him and take control.

Feeling carnal, Tom laughed wickedly. He was unscrupulous; the wanton attention Harry was giving him demanded him to act. His fangs slid down into place. He grabbed Harry, dragging him over the corpse and threw him on the grass. Harry arched up, tipping his head back while Tom ripped his clothing off. The elder vampire tore his own shirt open while Harry unbuckled his trousers for him. Both fully undressed, Tom dropped down on top of Harry and kissed him. It always started out rough and wild when they fucked after feeding. The animalistic nature after a hunt was difficult to control or subdue. It was like a drug running through their bloodstreams, driving them mad with desire.

They bit into each other's necks and drank from one another while Tom held Harry down on the grass and took him. Their lips met once more, smearing each other's blood on their cheeks. Harry mewed while Tom fucked him hard and stroked the boy's pretty cock for him. The boy's endlessly long legs were wrapped around his lover's midsection. Tom hovered over him, nipping and taking the boy's bottom lip between his teeth.

"I love this," Harry breathed. The lush splendour began to slow to a rhythm both eased into. Harry felt himself lifted off of the ground, and found himself pressed up against the trunk of a nearby tree. They stayed that way, kissing and slowly rocking together as one.

The warmth in Harry's pelvis steadily grew in depth and persistence. He curled into Tom, clamping his own hand down over the hand bringing him to orgasm. The throbbing jolts of pleasure washed over him soon after. He tensed up fully in Tom's arms, then collapsed boneless while his lover greedily worked himself up into a frenzy once more and climaxed inside Harry as his own euphoria soared through his veins.

As if a corpse wasn't lying there, Tom and Harry fell back into the grass, kissing. "That was fantastic," Harry said, while he petted Tom's hair, both looking into each other's eyes.

"You're fantastic. Quite the hunter now." Tom pulled his trousers up and gave Harry his shirt to wear. "Here, put this on."

All the boy had left intact was his knickers. They had a few hours before sunrise left, but despite having fed to completion, Harry suddenly felt drained. He nudged Tom while the man covered the corpse in leaves and twigs. "No one will find him for weeks. Let's go home, I'm knackered."

Tom shrugged, looking down at their victim. "You're right. Let's go."

Bellatrix worked up the courage to tell Tom that Draco had not yet returned. The sun would be rising very soon. Tom and Harry went to bed an hour back, they had no idea one of their own was still out there. "My Lord," she said, tapping on the lid of his coffin. "Malfoy hasn't returned yet, and he's usually never late. I'm growing concerned."

Tom lifted the lid, shielding his lover from the over head light so he would remain sleeping. "He hasn't?" Now concerned himself, perhaps his strong stance toward the boy had frightened him enough to run off. He probed his mind, looking for clues to the boy's whereabouts. Not having a direct link to him, he had no idea where Draco may have run off to. "Did he say anything earlier? Was he acting unusual?"

She averted his gaze. She had thought Tom was very hard on the teen and may have possibly ran him off - or worse, there was a threat outside, they were being hunted, too. "No, not that I can remember. But, I've heard rumours about vampire hunters enquiring about the boy's deaths back in town, my Lord. I hope it has nothing to do with that."

"He's not dead, I would know that in a heartbeat," Tom informed her. "He may be resentful. It hasn't been yet a year from his turning. You remember how angry you were when you were turned against your will. It took you nearly a decade to recover before you sought me out."

"The one who turned me wasn't anything like you, my Lord. I left him and sought you out because you were and are an amazing leader, I knew working with you would keep me and Severus alive. I'm no fool."

Tom hadn't thought of that before. He had forced Draco to accept what he was without question. Perhaps Malfoy fled his ranks. "Ask Remus and Peter to go out there today and sniff around the surrounding towns. I'll have Fenrir and Blaise look for those vampire hunters in Little Hangelton. We'll go out to look for him tonight, all of us."

Bellatrix bowed her head. "Yes, my Lord. Thank you."

Draco resisted Armand's initial advances. He sat firm with his loyalty firmly on the side of Tom, because the man standing over him at that moment frightened the hell out of him.

"Let me put it zhis way," Armand said, persuasive to the end. "Zhe man betrayed my master and 'is coven, fleeing it, breaking zhe circle at zhe worst possible time. Gellert lost everything. Two of zhe circle were murdered shortly after, made vulnerable by Tom's actions alone!" The man shook the boy by the shoulders. "And I am your forefather, I built Malfoy Manor! It's because of me you grew up 'appy and wealthy."

Draco cowered beneath him. His wrists were cuffed with silver handcuffs to the chair he was sitting in, there was no escape. Vampires were susceptible to the oddly unique metal.

The statuesque man shouting at him popped his fangs while he dragged a sharpened fingernail up the line of Draco's neck. "You owe me, boy. Get me 'arry Potter." Armand knelt down in front of Draco. He could suddenly see that he had frightened him. That wasn't his plan. He relaxed, easing his muscles, letting Draco see that he was not in any danger. The boy seemed to respond to his body language, he, himself, relaxed in his chair. "I'm sorry, Draco. Let me make you 'appy again. Join us, you'll be treated like a king, not a minion. I will give you powers Tom never will." He bit into his own wrist and held it up to Draco's mouth. "Drink. I know you 'aven't fed in a while, I can see zhe signs on your face."

Draco's eyes drifted closed as he opened his mouth and suctioned his lips over the opened wound. Armand watched the beautiful boy feed. It was erotic, a hypnotising perversion. He felt himself stiffen. He leaned his head in closer and flicked his tongue on Draco's earlobe. Startled, Draco looked up at the man. Armand pulled his arm back and kissed him. The sun would rise soon. The vampire removed the handcuffs and lead the boy down to the basement. He climbed into his coffin and coaxed the boy to join him. "Come with me. Let me show you how good it will be if you stay on with me."

After a moment's hesitation, Draco climbed into the coffin to join the beautiful man. Armand embraced him and kissed him as he closed the lid down over them.

Fenrir and Blaise stepped inside the local coffee shop. They were looking for two specific people who had been snooping around Little Hangelton, and heard that they visited the place at least three times a day. In the back of the room they spotted them; two elderly men with long hair and beards occupying a booth, sitting across from one another while they ate and drank coffee. They moved toward them, taking the seats next to both men. Bluntly, and without an introduction, Fenrir spoke. "We know why you're here. We have some questions to ask you and if you cooperate we'll give you the information about Grindelwald you need."

"Ghouls? You two don't look like ghouls," Albus said, looking them over. He noted that both men had scars littered over their skin. But they definitely did not have the look of being a half-vampire, creatures with great power but who could walk in the sunlight and take care of things for their masters during the day.

"Not ghouls," Blaise told him, giving him no other explanation as to why they knew so much about the vampire they were hunting.

Aberforth shared a look with his brother. They silently gave the other a nod and turned to the men sitting beside them. "What is it you'd like to know?"

"We're looking for someone, he's missing. He's one of our kind, he's been turned recently. Not yet a year. He went missing last night. Names Draco."

"Malfoy," Aberforth breathed. "Is he part of Grindelwald's coven?"

Fenrir shook his head. "No, and that's all you need to know."

"And the other boy who went missing, Harry Potter. Has he also been turned?"

"You answer our questions first," Blaise informed him. "Have you seen him, or have you heard anything about him recently?"

Albus cleared his throat. "No, not one word, but," he said, holding up a finger to create a dramatic pause. "Out remote sensors picked up the distinct signatures of two vampires in the east side of town last night. We pinpointed it down to the street that Malfoy Manor stands on."

"Two?" None of their coven hunted inside Little Hangelton, and the werewolves were told that no one went with Draco to hunt. "Curious."

"One stood motionless there for hours. The other swooped in and carried him off. That's all we know. Now, the information about Grindelwald?" Albus looked at Fenrir over his half-moon spectacles and smiled.

Fenrir swiped his tongue over his canine. "What would you like to know?"

"His location. Where he houses his vampires. And if he wasn't the vampire who turned Draco Malfoy, I'm suspecting he didn't turn Harry, either, if he is also a vampire. Is he? And who is this other vampire that turned them?"

"Nurmengard. It's exact location is not know, but it's most likely located in Germany or Bulgaria. If we were to tell you that Harry is also a vampire would you hunt him?"

"If he is with Grindelwald, yes, but I'm guessing he isn't or you wouldn't have asked."

Fenrir snorted. This Dumbledore bloke was clever. He hadn't missed a beat yet. "You are correct. Look, we share a common enemy. The man is a monster. My master would do anything to rid the world of him but he's very powerful. Despite how intelligent you are, the two of you could never take on his coven alone."

Albus blinked. "Your master, you say? Are you two a part of another coven?"

Blaise gave him a nod. "Yes, but we're nothing like them. Nothing."

"I see. Perhaps we can work together then. We'll investigate this disappearance with you. Maybe we can find a way to get inside Nurmengard together." Albus held out a hand.

Fenrir took it. "You've got yourself a deal."

Tom paced the floor. His head was down, his hands were behind his back. Being informed that two vampires were in Little Hangelton the night before, but none of the coven had been there, disturbed the man greatly. The name Grindelwald kept coming up, over and over again. It wasn't adding up for him. Perhaps one of the other Lord's coven took him…Armand. Armand Malfoy would certainly object to Tom's turning of his ancestor. He hadn't put the two together until then. "Of course, Draco is a direct descendant of Armand's. He's taken him."

Severus sneered. "That's not good. You don't think they'll kill him, do you?"

"If Grindelwald has his way. Perhaps Armand won't allow it, he is a relative after all." Tom took a seat beside Snape, who was resting on an antique settee. Riddle House had been restored to its former splendour. It held a classic touch of the history to it, filled with furniture and antiques that each member of the coven brought with them from their pasts, when they were young and alive.

Harry sauntered into the sitting room, looking so fragile and delicate. Snape stood up, taking his leave. "Bella and I will move out and cover Germany. We'll take Luna and Neville with us. We know some dark creatures who reside out there. Maybe they've seen something."

"Thank you, Severus." Tom stood up, taking Harry by the hand. The boy was very concerned about his friend, the once bully who now clung to him like a second skin. "Romilda can come with us. We're going to scope out a few places in Bulgaria where Nurmengard is rumoured to be located."

"Okay." Harry dropped his head on Tom's chest. "Why didn't you link with him?"

Tom lowered his head. "I know I've made mistakes. Forgive me, Harry. I promise you we'll find him."

"Yeah, we should go." With such a soft and caring heart, Harry took the disappearance very hard. Tom could sense his worry and dread through the link they shared. Harry was right; not having a direct link to each of his followers was a mistake. None were nearly as powerful as his enemy and his lover. All of them would be vulnerable to them.

Armand opened the lid to his coffin. "Morning, love."

Draco sat up beside him. He was naked, looking flush with sex and lust. His light grey eyes flicked to Armand and he smiled. Having come to terms with Tom's betrayal, finally letting his new lover's words sink in, Draco had turned against his master. There was word that the man and his lover, Harry, were searching for him nearby every night over the last few weeks. Tonight would be no different but everything was about to change. And only with the promise from both Armand and Gellert not to hurt his only real friend, Draco would help them kidnap the powerful young vampire.

Harry and Romilda were in the village of Elenite, questioning the town's residents and tourists on the whereabouts of Nurmengard prison and if any of them had seen a white-haired boy anywhere over the last few weeks. The crowd gathered around the village's famed Transylvania-like Royal Castle separated Harry from his companion. Harry was growing tired of asking the same questions over and over every night but he would never give up looking for his friend. And like magic, Harry found himself being dragged through the crowd. "Draco!" he shouted with elation as the white-haired boy pulled him into his arms and hugged him. "I can't believe it's really you, where have you been all this time?" He looked around for Romilda but Draco pulled him along once more.

"I have so much to tell you, Har, you would not believe the shit I have been through. Come over here, around the corner with me." They moved around to the side of the castle while Draco told him about Grindelwald and Nurmengard and his exciting new lover and ancestor, Armand. Harry grew intrigued. He was relieved to see Draco looking safe and sound, so blindly, innocently he follow the boy to the back of the castle, a place where no tourists or villagers went to.

Draco dragged Harry to a dark shaded area and stopped, pushing the boy back up against the stone wall. "Okay, here we are. Hey, Har," he said, suddenly looking a lot less jovial. "I'm, really sorry about this. I hope you'll forgive me some day."

"What?" Harry tipped his head to the side, confused. "What are you talking about?"

At that instant, Grindelwald and Armand were standing on either side of the boy. Each took one of Harry's arms while Draco cupped his hand over his mouth to muffle any screaming. He looked over to Armand. "Okay, you've got him. Can we go now?"

Harry balked. His power and strength made it difficult to control, but the two ancient vampires were able to quickly contain his attempts at escape. " They snapped a silver pair of handcuffs around his wrists behind his back. "Be sure your master can feel your fear, boy. Open that connection, let him see me," Gellert told Harry, reminding him of the link that he and Tom shared. "Let him know what we're going to do to you. It's going to be very nasty. He's going to be so upset when he learns that I have you."

Sitting in the map room of the countries capital, having charmed his way inside to gain access to maps and blueprints to all of the large and unnamed buildings throughout the land, Tom gasped, his head shot up as he sensed Harry's sudden panic and heart-wrenching terror soaring through his body. He could now see through his eyes, eyeing Draco, Gellert and Armand subduing Harry while they threatened him and eventually forced him to go with them. They were careful to show him where they were abducting him and what direction they were flying in so that he would know how to get to Nurmengard prison to rescue him. It was certainly a trap but Tom didn't care. He would take no chances with Harry's life. He would get him back, no matter what.