Harry and Sirius ran for a good five miles. When they finally stopped both were dead tired. The walked at a very sedate pace back home. They transformed back to their human forms and walked into the kitchen were Sirius grabbed a large chocolate bar out of his personal stash, and a glass from the cabinet. He filled the glass with his blood and passed it to harry, who eyed in contemplatively, before downing it fast and then slamming the glass down on the table. He then turned and left the kitchen. He left the house and didn't look back.

Sirius was confused but decided that harry probably wanted some time by himself. He silently munched on his chocolate bar and thought about earlier that night between Mikheal and Harry. He had genuinely feared that harry would kill the other man. He shuddered to think this. It would have killed him to have to witness harry kill anyone. But to know that his former lover was killed by harry….oh Morigana he would die! He was jarred from his thoughts as Hedwig tapped on the window. He let her in and took the letter. It was addressed to harry so he sat it on the table. He gave Hedwig a treat before leaving the kitchen and making his way to the front door. He walked to the back of the manor and into the stable of the grounds. He used Harry's wand to undo a spell he had put up before leaving home. The door in the back opened slowly to reveal a muggle garage with three motorcycles in various states of disrepair. He smiled before getting to work. Oh how he had missed this.

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Harry walked the back roads of London with the expression of a predator looking for a meal. He found a street corner with four teenage guys standing at the edge of the road. He walked up to them and waited. None of them commented, even though a few looked angry. It wasn't everyday a teenager dressed as a vampire joined a few underage prostitutes on the street corner. Of course it wasn't long before a car rolled up. Harry looked at the other boys questioningly, but the seemingly oldest motioned him forwards. He took this as a sign of either knock yourself out, or I hope that it breaks you. He didn't care which. He walked forward and leaned in the window.

"How much to suck me off?" the man asked in a thick husky voice.

"Twenty pounds." Harry said with a smirk. He would suck him off alright.

The man nodded and said get in. harry did as he was bidden and climbed into the car. The car was a '69 fiat 124 spider. It was emerald green with soft black leather seats. It was a four speed. Harry noticed that it had been taken very good care of. He decided he wanted it.

"If you'll drive us to a place out where we won't be seen I'll give you the whole package for no extra charge." Harry said with an innocent smile.

"Oh and why would you do that?" the guy asked suspiciously.

"I wanna ride around in this car as long as possible and then have you take me on the hood." Harry said with a coy smile.

The man gazed at harry for a full minute trying to compute what had just been said. This gorgeous ten year old geisha looking boy dressed as a vampire was willing to let him go all the way, for twenty pounds. Just to ride around in his car? It finally connected and he nodded quickly pulling out squealing the tires. They drove for thirty minutes with harry keeping track of the turns. He was also carefully watching the man shift gears through traffic. He made careful note of how the man downshifted when he needed to slowdown, as well as how he had to balance the gas and the clutch when they were stopped on a hillside.

He finally came to a stop on an abandoned parking lot beside the river Thames. The man put the car in neutral and got out. Harry followed suit.

"So how do you wanna do this?" the guy asked excitedly.

"You lean back on the hood and I'll take care of you." Harry said pushing the man onto the hood of the small sports car. Harry crawled up the older guy's front and ended up straddling the man. He began to nuzzle the man's neck. He could feel the blood coursing through the jugular vein, screaming for release. Harry bit down sharply while pressing all his strength into the man's shoulders. He began drinking deeply. He could feel the life giving liquid sliding down his throat as the man's struggles gradually went from desperate to erratic to nothing. Harry got off the man and pulled him off the car. He dumped the body into the river Thames and got in the car. He turned the car on and started carefully driving around the parking lot to get a feel for the car. He drove around until he was sure he wouldn't stall out in traffic. He then drove to a gas station and used the man's own credit card to fill the gas tank and on a whim he grabbed a bunch of snacks for Sirius and a pair of red sunglasses for himself. He also grabbed a pack of Marlboro black menthols; because he figured since he was technically dead they couldn't kill him right? He put on the glasses and pulled one of the fags out and stuck it in his lips. He then lit it and took it a deep breath. Only to promptly choke on the smoke. He soldiered on though, he was going to make the best of being a vampire, damn it!

He drove back to grimauld place as fast as the traffic would allow. He smirked as he pulled up and parked right in front of the house. He climbed out of the car and laughed. It seemed funny that even if they looked for the car, since it was on the black manors grounds they would never find it. He began sniffing for Sirius' scent and followed it to the secret garage. He walked in and set the snacks down beside Sirius and watched as the escaped con worked on his motorcycle. It was a 1948 Vincent Black Shadow. Harry looked at the other two which were currently disassembled. One was a special edition 1948 Vincent white shadow, and the other was a 1968 Harley Davidson Panhead. Harry was amazed at these bikes. Granted the Harley was an American made bike, but the black and white shadows were European classics. Hell there were only about sixteen of the white shadows produced.

"You have blood on your chin Harry." Sirius said looking up from the black shadow he had just finished reassembling.

Harry quickly wiped the blood off. Then he cleared his throat and said. "I have come into possession of a 1969 fiat 124 spider. Do you think we could check it for any malfunctions, and made customize it?"

"I don't see why not as long as it's untraceable and the body you dumped doesn't turn up." Sirius said with a mild grimace.

"Oh good let's get started then." Harry said getting up and going towards the little green car.

Sirius sighed and hung his head before following. This isn't going to be fun at all. He thought to himself as he left his garage.