I've rewritten the chapter so it fits in with the rest of the story better.


Harry arrived into the apartment via the floo hookup. It was interesting to note that it was a fake hearth, as there was no chimney. This fireplace was there solely for the purpose of floo transportation.

The place was fairly average. There were no hints of any muggle equipment in the place, which Harry did not mind. The decorations were bland as well; not ugly, but not very pretty either.

Lighting was provided by glowing balls of magical light inside of modern looking fixtures. The carpeting was multiple shades of blue and grey mixed. There were no portraits hanging on the wall, but there were some artwork.

Harry found the bedrooms right away and deposited the dead girl in the guest room. The place was not that large after all.

The main bedroom was fairly plain as well. Queen sized bed, a wardrobe, dresser and desk. A few empty bookshelves as well.

The dining room had a table for 4, and the kitchen was fairly unimportant since he did not need to eat.

The living room had two sofas, a few chairs, and coffee table. There were also a few bookcases to match the ones in both the guest and main bedroom.

There were worse ways to spend a few hundred galleons. Harry had a place to call his own, and although it was small, it was infinitely better than the inn room. The first thing he did was close all the window blinds and transfigure the curtains into a darker color and close those as well. Simple color changes were one of the easiest branches of transfigurations, as it could hardly be called such. It was more of a charm than anything.

Harry explored the apartment for awhile, and eventually sorted away all his meager possessions. He was getting anxious for the girl to wake up, so he decided to occupy his mind by exploring more of wizarding London.

He flooed into the Leaky Cauldron and made his way out into Diagon Alley. He was going to explore one of the alleys beyond Ollivander's that connected to Knockturn. It was just a nice as Diagon, but it was farther down the Alley than most people usually go.

On his immediate left were several shops owned and operated by the mysterious and reclusive Ollivander family. There was Ollivander's Fine Wine (since 382 BC), Ollivander's Fine Windows (since 382 BC), and Ollivander's Fine Warding (Since 382 BC) that sold stone products such as crenellated walls and fortifications for a castle.

There were two other Ollivander's Fine Warding (Since 382 BC) shops as well. One offered services that included large scale enchantments, charms, and other spells that are used to protect property. The other was an orphanage that worked with the ministry to find children a home to live in.

The most peculiar of the Ollivander's establishments was Ollivander's Fine Witches (Since 382 BC). There was a second sign with the silhouette of a curvy girl and a tankard of beer, but Harry could see what services were offered by looking at the window. There was a pretty girl in a small, tight fighting outfit, dancing around a pole. The style of the outfit could only be described as magical in nature. It kept changing color as well as shape.

The place seemed to be quite packed at that time of the night. Harry decided against entering though, at least for now. You would have to be either gay or married to not check a place like that out at least once, and Harry was neither of those.

The line of Ollivander's stores ended with that wizard's club. Across the street was a story that looked to be some sort of ingredient store, but he could not tell by the name of the shop, simple called "Rhiannon's Shoppe."

Inside was an assortment of many devices and materials that he had never seen before. A few had a vague resemblance to some of the silver instruments in Dumbledore's office, but Harry couldn't tell you their names or what they did.

Harry eventually went over to the employee at the front desk. "Excuse me, what exactly is this place?"

The employee was quite pretty, Harry observed. Probably in her mid 20's and she had dark brown hair. She didn't seem like the type to sit around inside all day.

"This is my mother's shop. We sell alchemical supplies. Everyone from master alchemists to novice's can find something here. You will also find many trinkets and gadgets, unrelated to alchemy, but simply old and hard to find. Some people would call them antiques, but I call them amazing pieces of craftsmanship."

Harry started to look at the items in a new light after that. Alchemy is not something that is taught at Hogwarts.

The most prominent shelf was one filled with several rows of the similar shaped items. They were labeled as alembics, retorts, and calcinators. The alembics looked like some bizarre misshapen glass bowl/funnel combination. Another shelf nearby had various types of mortal and pestles.

There was a glass display case on one side of the shop that contained items used for transmuting. There was a malachite lattice, as well of several vials of alchemical dragon's blood. There was a curious whirling instrument that had a silvery liquid in the bottom of it that seemed to change before his very eyes.

In the center of the case was a large red stone with the label 'Ruby Transmogrifier." It was a dazzling gem, but Harry could not even begin to guess its purpose. Next to it were other thinly cut gemstones labeled as 'lens'. Harry didn't know it, but the gem lenses are used to filter extraneous metals from an impure substance during transmutation.

In another corner of the room seemed to be where a bunch of raw materials were stored. There was a barrel labeled with a triangle that contained a bunch of small red crystals. There were three other such barrels, each with a different color substance and label, green had an upside down triangle with a horizontal line, yellow had a normal triangle with a horizontal line, and blue just had an upside down triangle.

Aside from the barrels of the strange crystals, there were several smaller contains full of other material; lead, phosphorus, quarts, sulfur, salt, and many others he had never heard of before. He did recognize uranium though, and that raised his eyebrows. He crept away from the uranium and the pail full of gunpowder and went into a different part of the store that did not seem to be related to alchemy at all.

The other side of the store contained various antiques. The first thing that caught his eye was a very old, but very beautiful astrolabe. Harry stared at it for a few minutes trying to figure out how it worked, but he had no success.

There were several other astronomy related items, including a few telescopes and several sextants. Also on a table all by itself was a beautiful model of the solar system. Harry briefly wondered how long wizards have known that the sun is the center of the universe and that the earth is round. Surely they must have figured that out before muggles did? But on the other hand, muggles have been into space, while wizards have not.

A nearby wall had display of growing flowers. They were pitch-black with subtle hints of brilliant purple. They were labeled as 'Black Lotus.' He had never heard of them in Herbology or Potions class, so it probably only had a use in alchemy. Underneath the display of flowers were several pails full of caltrops. They were prepped for enchanting, or so the label said.

Tucked away in the corner of the store were true artifacts. One item in particular was extremely fascinating. He was not exactly sure what he was staring at but it quite beautiful. It had a pure gold handle and pitch black obsidian blade. The blade itself looked like it could have been made with a knapping technique.

The store owner's daughter saw him staring at the item so she walked over and told him about it. "That is a ritual dagger used by the ancient Egyptians. It has arrived here recently, fresh from a discovery of a tomb in Giza. "

"What exactly is its purpose?"

"This particular dagger has an enchantment on it that causes a quick and painless death. When it cuts someone, it will make them bleed until they have bled dry."

"Oh." That seemed kind of lame to Harry. He could do that with his fangs. "Are these rare?"

"Somewhat. They usually end up in an old pureblooded families display case. It makes for a marvelous talking piece. This particular one is actually on the more tame side as far as these daggers go. I've seen over a dozen personally, and some of them can get quite vicious with their previous owner's enchantments. The Egyptian priests were known to be quite powerful, and not all of them were willing to give their sacrifice a painless death. A few daggers like this are found every year, but they don't always come back to England."

"As fascinating as that sounds, I don't think I will be purchasing that today."

"Suit yourself, I am sure we have something that interests you."

They really didn't, but Harry didn't want to be rude and leave with nothing. "I know absolutely nothing about alchemy. Is there a book for beginners, anything that may get my attention and make me interested in the subject?"

"Yes, we have quite a few. The best in my opinion is Alchemical Transmutations of the 4th Order. Written by Paracelsus and is over 400 years old. However, its content is still very much relevant, and many of the top alchemists of our time got started from this book."

"What does '4th Order' mean?" Harry asked.

"4th Order is preparatory material and the fundamental building blocks that all the other orders are founded on. It goes over very basic transmutations. Most of the substances created in the book are used in 3rd order transmutations, and the same can be said about 3rd order substances being used in 2nd order."

Harry didn't really understand what she was rambling on about as she was obviously an alchemist herself, but Harry asked her, "How much is the book?"

"Oh! It's 27 galleons. Alchemy is a very difficult field of study, and not many people currently work in the field. Also, books on the subject are not always easy to come across. This was once a very common book, but not so anymore. "

"Ok, I'll buy it."

Harry took the book and left the store. Who knows, maybe the ancient art of alchemy is not widely practiced for a reason anymore, or perhaps it is fascinating and the wizards of the modern era are just not as skilled as the wizards of past centuries. He did know that one of the main ideas behind alchemy is to turn any substance into gold. That could be very useful, not for the infinite wealth, but to pry the wizarding world's economy out of the hands of the greedy goblins.

The young vampire walked passed a few stores before another caught his attention. It was named "Quality Quidditch Memorabilia."

Harry entered, but he was not exactly sure what to expect. The name suggested it was probably owned be the same people as Quality Quidditch Supplies, or perhaps wizards are truly unoriginal when naming things. The first thing he noticed was the amount products left over from the World Cup. The green of Ireland and scarlet of Bulgaria were plastered everywhere.

There was nearly anything you could think of relating to Quidditch. There were player jerseys that were actually worn in famous games, including Krum's jersey from the World Cup. That was priced at 500 galleons, which made Harry question the world. It was even signed. Harry was very displeased to note that there was a spot in the display where his Gryffindor jersey probably stood not hours ago.

Scavengers.

Harry did not know why that pissed him off so much; that someone acquired his personal effects and was selling them for personal gain. The price on his jersey was plain dumb, yet someone had apparently bought it almost immedietly.

Harry continued to browse through the shops. There were tons of used, but somehow historically significant game balls. The oldest was a decrepit looking quaffle from the 1300's used by Nicholas Flammel as a kid. It barely resembled a modern quaffle at all.

There were buckets full of those stupid player action figures, including a several dozen of Viktor Krum. Luckily, he did not see any of himself. He just didn't look hard enough.

There was another display case full of brooms, most with some sort of history. There were several Firebolts from the World Cup to match the Jerseys, but there were older models such as various Nimbuses, Comets, and Shooting stars, along with vintages from centuries past that could get mistaken for actual tree branches.

There was a spot in the case, labeled 'Wanted to Buy; Harry Potter's Firebolt. See desk for more information.'

That ticked Harry off as well. He barely even got to use the broom, considering the Hogwarts Quidditch league was canceled for a whole year. It did save him from a dragon though. He didn't know who had got the broom from his estate, but he hoped that person would not sell it.

Harry made his way to the counter, but stopped at a small display on the way there. Stacked up in lines were a bunch of omnioculars. Some used, and some unused. They looked like binoculars, but they were much like a video camera in some regards, and better that one in some cases. The used prices varied as some had extremely detailed footage of the World Cup in its entirety, meaning a person could buy the omnioculars and essentially watch the game as if they were there.

Harry realized that the complex magical device could have a use. What that use was, he was not sure, but he decided he would buy one of them anyways.

He made his way up to the front desk and paid for his purchase. "Do you know who bought the Harry Potter Jersey?"

"Ah, That! That was quite a popular item. I do not know the name of the person, but I know I have seen her over at Ollivander's quite a few times. She is a short, fat lady, and not very pretty. It shouldn't be too hard to find her in that place."

"Right, thanks."

Harry took his purchase and left the story. It looked like he would be going to Ollivander's after all. He wanted that jersey. He still couldn't believe some random person would actually buy it.

He entered through the door and saw that the place is what he would describe as a strip club. It was probably a brothel as well. It seemed to be quite busy.

Many patrons were sitting at the bar, chatting up the attractive wenches serving the beer. An equal amount of patrons were surrounding the stage where multiple dancers were putting on a show.

One of the wenches noticed that he was just standing there, and came over to help.

"Hello, sir, Welcome to Ollivander's Fine Witches, since 382 BC."

"Hello, I was looking for –"

Harry was cut off by the arrival of a strange looking man. The man was old, very old. He was wearing an impressive hat, as well an impeccable suit He walked with a cane, although it looked more for display rather than support. It looked like it was made out of gold and ivory, and the man also had three massive gold rings on his fingers.

What struck Harry most, was the monocle in the one eye. Those eyes were very familiar, and he had seen them before. It was Ollivander, or a member of the family at least. The resemblance was uncanny, except this one was dressed as a pimp. His eyes were golden, compared to the other's silver eyes. They were the color of money.

"What is the problem, Mr. Okrevni? Are my girls not up to your standards?"

Harry should not have been surprised that the creepy old man knew his fake name. "Actually, I was just –"

Harry struggled to pull the man's arm off his shoulders as he was steered to a private booth. The old man was impossibly strong. "Curious, Most curious. They say that the witch chooses the wizard, but I believe I know just the someone for you.

Harry wasn't about to say no to an open offer like that. He didn't exactly come here for a show, but his task could wait a little bit.

"It seems to be your lucky day, lad, if you know what I mean." Ollivander nudged Harry in the ribs. "A fine specimen indeed. First time is on the house."

Harry looked around the room and did in fact see many fine specimens of witches. Redheads, blondes, brunettes, big breasts, Alicia Spinnet… There were no platinum blonde-haired girls like the one in his apartment, and he found that somewhat disappointing.

Harry shrugged to himself and decided 'what the hell, what could go wrong?' He went into the room that Ollivander led him to.

It was essentially just a room with a couch in it. There was a small nightstand with a lamp on it, along with a mysterious liquid filled bottle, and a list with contraceptive charms and other sex related spells.

Harry took a seat and waited for only a minute before the door opened.

In walked the ugliest, fattest woman, he had ever seen. Sure, she was probably very nice person and pretty on the inside, or maybe she ate a pretty person at one point in her life… She was definitely not pleasing on the eyes, and a far cry from the women on the dance floor.

The lady closed the door and locked the dead bolt, before rubbing her hands together like he was a piece of meat.

"I'm going to show you a good time, honey."

"Uh…"

Harry backed away from the encroaching behemoth. She was wider than she was tall, and he could not get around her. He then realized that this was the bitch who bought his jersey! She fit the crude description exactly. It was his lucky, or rather unlucky day.

Harry's back was now against the wall, and the prostitute was only about 5 feet away now. Harry chose this time to attacker her, punching one of her multiple chins.

It did not have much of an effect as he essentially punched a giant flesh bag, so he pulled out his stolen Goblin dagger and slashed her throat, and then stabbed her in the face.

The woman went down, but not without a scream. Harry was actually repulsed by the sight of her blood. He could make out fat in the blood, as well as a large amount of cholesterol. He did not fancy consuming that blood at all.

The person was dead, but there was no sign of the jersey. He reached into her purse and found a key to a room in the current building.

Harry made his way out of the room and was surprised no one noticed the screaming. Either the room was charmed to muffle the sound, or maybe screaming was common from those types of rooms.

He found a staircase and made his way up without being accosted. The key had a number 6 on it. He could her moaning coming from quite a few of the rooms, leaving very little to the imagination.

Harry closed his eyes as he opened door #6. Thankfully, the room was unoccupied.

Harry's jaw dropped at the sight of the room, it was frightening. There was Harry Potter memorabilia all over the place.

A shiver went down his spine as he realized that this room was used for role-playing fantasies… with him as the star. There were even whips, handcuffs, and many phallus shaped objects in the room.

Harry spotted his jersey right away. It was still in the bag from the shop, and he was very very grateful that it had not yet been used in some sick pervert's sexual fantasy.

He grabbed the bag and headed back down there stairs and out into the street. The body of the lady was still undiscovered, so he lucked out once more as he made his way back out in the alley to use a floo to get back to his apartment.


Harry delicately put his Quidditch jersey in his closet. His reaction to the jersey was odd, but it was just something he needed. As of right now, it was pretty much the only item of his past life that he owned, apart from his wand. The name on the back signified that he was once a real person, and that he existed once upon a time. It was a reminder of his former life that he did not want to completely let go of. Not yet, maybe not ever. His past was that of a wizard, and that he can never forget, but now he was something more.

Harry didn't know exactly when the girl would be waking up as a vampire, but he estimated it would be soon. He passed the time by reading though the book that Moody gave him. It was fascinating stuff, and written so a first year could understand it. It was volume one, so perhaps that was the case.

His magic was still very weak, but he did manage to cast a darklight spell. It was essentially the 'lumos' spell, except it created a ball of tangible darkness at the tip of his wand. It was hard to describe what it actually did. It did not fill the room with darkness, but rather when the ball moved it left a lingering trail of blackness. It was not pure blackness either. Harry's eyes just barely managed to pick up faint traces of violet light.

It had no real purpose, but it did look cool. It was the first spell in the book, so Harry could only assume it was a building block for later ideas and magics.

Harry was propped up in a chair, facing the girl's bed, and just waiting. He was deathly still, and she was even stiller.

And then it happened.

There was no warning. The girl's eyes snapped open as she snapped up into a sitting position. Her blue eyes scanned the room for a few seconds before settling on Harry.

She pounced. Harry did not see it coming, but he should have known better. The girl was clearly lost to bloodlust, having not yet fed.

Harry remembered how ferocious he was on his first night, and how he killed two people and drained them dry. He was legitimately worried for his own safety.

The girl slammed him off the chair, sending Harry into the wall. Harry quickly got to his feet and raised his arms up just in time to block the next of her unexpected assault.

In her current rampant state, she could punch like a truck, and Harry's forearms took the brunt of it.

She managed to slowly push him back into the wall, and Harry had to dodge off to the side. Her next punch went straight into the wall, probably damaging both her hand and the sheetrock. Harry had time to back up a few feet before she once again pounced.

Harry picked up the wooden chair and smashed it on her while in midair, sending wood spars in all direction, and the girl onto the dresser.

It did not slow her down for long as she jumped at him once again. She followed up with a series of punches and hazardous clawing.

Harry managed to evade most of them but he got raked across the face with her nails, sending a small splattering of blood onto the mirror.

Both vampires looked at the mirror at the same time. Harry knew he wouldn't see anything, but the girl stared at the mirror for a good 15 seconds before the mirror shattered on its own accord.

Harry pushed her in the momentary distraction with both hands, sending her onto the bed to give himself some space. He took a fighting stance and prepared for another attack.

She jumped at him, and Harry dropped to the ground. He used his own momentum to propel her into the wall.

Except the wall was not there. It was a window.

The girl smashed through the window and plummeted 6 floors to ground. Harry heard the sound of a body smashing into an auto, followed by the sound of the auto's alarm going off.

Harry ran over to the window, just in time to see the girl draining the blood from a muggle who ran over to the smashed saloon car.

The jump looked very far, and he didn't much fancy breaking his legs. It was a good 50 feet below, and vampire or not, that would hurt.

He tucked his wand away as he exited his apartment and ran down the stairs. He accidently knocked down a frail man in his rush. It took him less than a minute to go down the stairs, but that was a minute too slow.

The girl was already gone, and now there was a bunch of people standing around the dead muggle and wrecked auto, most dressed in sleepwear. That body was evidence that he needed to get rid of, but there was nothing he could do about it. There were too many people watching, and he was in the middle of London, population 5 million.

He heard sirens off in the distance, meaning that the authorities were going to be there shortly. He had to find the vampire before they did.

Harry walked up to one of the muggles. "Hey, did you see what happened?" he asked.

"Yeah! A girl fell onto this car from that building over there. She killed this woman before running off in that direction," the man said, pointing down one side of the street. "Scariest shit I have ever seen."

Harry nodded before running off in that direction. About a hundred yards down he spotted a small trail of blood.

He followed it around the corner and saw a body crumpled up against the wall. It was another muggle, and the vampire bite marks on the neck confirmed that it was another victim, and this one had been bled completely dry.

Harry could just make out few drops of blood that created a trail out the opposite side of the alley. He took out his wand and set the body on fire. He decided it would be prudent to get rid of as much evidence as he could.

He quietly walked his way down the alley. Just as he turned around the corner he ran right into one of the constables.

Harry was caught unawares as the constable took an immediate swing at him with his baton. Harry's shirt was covered in blood from the scuffle back in his room, so the action wasn't entirely unwarranted.

Harry took a blow to the side of the head that would have knocked a normal person unconscious, but Harry merely stumbled back before leaping at the constable.

His fingernails met soft eyeball as he grabbed the man's face. He continued to dig in his finger's, and the constable gave out an agonizing scream.

Harry realized that his cover was now blown and more of the authorities would now be closing in on his location. He finished the man off by snapping his neck.

He quickly darted off down the road and another alley and just barely missed being caught in a constable's flashlight. He scurried down the new alley until he stumbled over something.

The vampire looked back and saw it was another body, this one very fresh. He could still see blood slowly dripping out of the corpse's neck.

Harry had no time to think of a clever way to hide the body, and lighting it on fire would give his position away.

Instead, he cast the reductor curse at the corpse's neck, effectively exploding it and hiding the vampire bite. Hopefully that would buy him some more time.

He sneaked off and skirted down the road, hugging the wall very closely. In the distance he could just barely make out the muffled sound of a crying girl. Even further away, he could hear the sound of running feet.

His eyes told another story. He could see his mark, the girl vampire, in the distance. She was sitting on the ground, back up against the wall, and hugging her knees.

And about an equal distance away, except on the other side, was three constables. They both spotted each other at the same time, and then spotted the girl. Harry made a dash for it, hoping to get to the girl before they did.

As luck would have it, he was significantly faster than the constables. He scooped the girl up in both arms and immedietly booked it down a side street. The girl did not protest this action, but rather grabbed onto him as to not fall out of his grip as he ran.

The vampiress, he reminded himself. That's what she is. 'Vampire' is a generic term similar to 'human' or 'man' as in 'mankind.' It also denotes the male gender of vampire, while vampiress denotes the female gender.

She was soaked in blood, and for good reason. She did suck a half dozen muggles dry. She continued to sob into his chest as Harry carried her back to the apartment.

Harry wasn't sure what to think. One minute, she was attacking him, the next she was flying out the window, and after that, killing and draining a bunch of muggles of their blood. And to top it off, she snaps out of the haze, only to realize what she has done, and what she has become, and starts to cry.

Girls.

To be fair, most would cry upon realizing that they have become a monster. Harry did. She did. The feeling goes away quickly though, when you realize that being a vampire has a lot more potential than a human.

Harry could hear the shouts of the constables as they continued to chase onto him. Harry kept a firm grip on the young vampiress as he weaved through parked cars and light posts.

After a minute of running, the shouts started to get fainter, but just as he thought he was in the clear a police cruiser roared past him with lights and siren blaring. He ducked behind a parked auto just in time.

Harry took a different direction after that, but he was not really sure where he was. Nothing looked familiar as he continued to run.


By the time he arrived back in the apartment, it was nearly 3 AM. The crime scene was cleared up when he arrived, and he made the walk up the stairs without incident.

He dumped the girl into the bathtub right away, and turned the taps on. The girl did not seem to be crying anymore and gave Harry a questioning look.

Harry put a green nightgown on the counter as he turned to her and said, "I just bought this place. I don't want you dripping blood on the carpets. I trust you can wash yourself?"

She nodded in response. Harry left and closed the door behind himself.

She would come out when she was ready. Or maybe she would drown herself, only to realize that was impossible. Either way, reality would continue to crash around her when she realizes the extent of what she willingly turned herself into.

And if she was smart, she would embrace it.

Just like he was.


Author's notes.

I tried to keep a few of the themes from the old chapter as they are part of the plot.

I am just building the magical world a little bit. Harry isn't buying random shit like he would in most other indy!Harry stories. Everything I write has a purpose, even if that purpose is not immedietly clear.

As usually, if you spot any glaring grammar or spelling mistakes, please feel free to post them.

The girl's identity is revealed next chapter. It should not be that much of a surprise if you read my profile. I already had 3k words of that chapter typed out when I decided to redo this one.

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