Harry walked through Hermione's house only to find his friend tied naked to the wall. She was bleeding and crying. Her parents were dead on the floor in front of her. The room was full of deatheaters. Harry growled at them and charged forward. Only to be stopped by half a dozen ropes erupting from the deatheaters' wands. Harry roared angrily as the monsters repeatedly raped the girl on the wall in front of her dead parents. Harry was crying tears of blood as he tried desperately to move. He couldn't break free however and had to watch as his best friend was mentally destroyed by the cruciatus curse after they were through. The deatheaters laughed at the boy and disapperated away leaving his to roar in his impotent rage after they were gone.
"Its ok Harry." came a soft voice. "Its all going to be ok."
Harry spun around and looked at the blonde girl from before. She seemed to be a ghost bu with more color. He couldn't quite figure her out. She smiled gently.
"I'll see you soon my dark prince." she whispered and planted a ghost of a kiss on his lips.
Harry awoke with a start. He rushed up the stairs to the Granger's main floor. He found them in the living room. He looked around frantically to see that they weren't in any danger then he began to noticeably calm down. Hermione looked at him with worry before asking if he was ok.
"I guess I just had another nightmare." He said with a small pain smile.
"Was it about you-know-who?" Hermione asked in a whisper.
"Voldemort? No it was about these guys in cloaks and skull masks and they were hurting you and your family. And they made me watch and right before it ended I saw this little girl who I think goes to Hogwarts. She kept telling me it would be alright and that she would see me soon."
Harry didn't feel like telling them the end of the dream or its exact contents. After all it was only a dream right? He'd been have really messed up dreams since he became a vampire. He frowned before he leaned forward and hugged Hermione. He then turned around and started out of the house.
"Hey were are you going?" Hermione asked confused.
"Well since it took most of last night to get here from Sirius' house I'm going home before I run out of night." Harry said in a thoughtful voice. Then he added. "Hey Dan, can I get a phone number for you and my gun back?"
Dan left the room and returned with a piece of paper and Harry's Beretta. He handed them off looking more than a bit dubious, but what could you really say to a thirteen year old vampire who had a dark wizard as an enemy about gun safety? He frowned deeply as harry left his house. He heard the fiat in his driveway start up and pull out. He turned back into the living room shaking his head. He had a feeling his life just got a whole lot more complicated.
It took Harry four hours to get back to Sirius' house, which was a lot less than the initial trip on the account that he knew the way to Sirius'. Following Hedwig hadn't been the most viable option as he wasn't able to fly like she was. He pulled in the driveway behind another car. It was the one Mikheal drove if he wasn't mistaken. He parked the fiat and walked inside. He could hear labored breathing and grunting coming from the living room, which was more than enough incentive for him to leave.
"He went to his car and climbed inside. He drove away at top speeds and found himself in a parking lot. He left the fiat where he parked and began walking. He found himself on a street corner in front of a rather large rundown boarded up building. He sat down on the stairs and pulled out a cigarette. He sat there for a while thinking about how his life had changed in the last week. He had gone from being the dursleys' punching bag and blame-all, to being a blood drinking creature and killer. He thought back to killing the dursleys and the man who had owned the fiat. It seemed strange that he felt nothing about killing them. He wasn't upset per say just intrigued maybe. He felt that there should be some kind of emotion but there wasn't. He didn't care. Was he truly this apathetic? He didn't know, but it was good that at least he thought it was wrong, right. Even if he didn't feel it was wrong, and didn't mind the thought of doing it again. It was a good thing that he realized he couldn't just go around and kill people, right?
His musings were interrupted by a tall blonde woman in a business suit prodding his shoulder. He looked at her in confusion, and asked.
"Is there something I can help you with?"
"Yes actually what are your rates?" she asked sweetly.
Harry eyeballed the leggy blonde woman in thought. Seriously why were there so many pedophiles in London? He frowned before saying. "Fifty pounds an hour."
She nodded the motioned for him to get into the car parked in front of the building. It was a baby blue 2014 Aston Martin Vanquish, Harry couldn't help but give a low whistle of appreciation. He climbed in and buckled up as the woman did the same. She drove to a small motel, and got out. Harry followed her into the room that she had obviously procured for the night. Harry sat down on the bed as she walked into the bathroom. She came back out a few minutes later wearing nothing but a see through silk nightgown. She sat down on the edge of the bed and indicated that he should stand in the center of the room. He stood where she indicated and looked at her questioningly.
"Strip." she ordered casually. He did. Soon the snow white skinned boy was naked as the day he was born. "Now come over here and eat me out." He shrugged and made his way over to her. Halfway to her he caught her scent. His eyes glazed over as he took in the heady aroma. His body went on auto pilot. He crawled up the bed to the woman and buried his face in her crotch. He breathed deeply and began licking around her nether lips. He teased her clitoris and sucked on the labia. He slid his middle finger into her and sliding it in and out. He seemed to know exactly what it would take to bring her to release and he was doing everything he could to accomplish it. He heard her breathe hitch and raise his eyes so he could watch the look of ecstasy cross her face. He felt something warm cover his finger and he pulled it out to examine it.
"Lick it off." she commanded with a breathy tone. He did as commanded then began licking up the rest until he had his lips firmly pressed to her inner thigh. When he did he quickly sank his fangs into her flesh right at the femoral artery. He held on as she jerked in pain and tried to force him off of her. It was a useless effort soon he strength faded and she quit fighting him. Then she quit breathing. He pulled back and looked at the still warm corpse before getting up and putting his clothes on. He walked from the motel room taking her keys and purse. He also took out her cellphone, which was a very nice model and called Dan Granger.
When Dan answered Harry said. "Hello Dan this is Harry I figure I would tell you guys I got home safe. I didn't want Hermione to worry. Have a good night." with that said he crushed the phone into tiny pieces, and dropped them into the sewer drain. He turned around and grabbed a few bottles of scotch onto the floor of the motel room and on the body. He lit a cigarette and took a few drags before he tossed the lit cigarette on the bed the whole room went up quickly. He simply closed the door and walked to the car. He got into her Aston Martin and drove to Sirius' house. It had been a mostly eventful night and he wanted to put up the Aston Martin in the garage. It was a very nice car. As he looked at the car he had to wonder just what it was that the pedophile had done for a living. Meh it didn't matter. He walked in the house after closing the garage and saw Mikheal and Sirius cuddling in front of a rather large fire. He made he presence known by tapping Sirius on the head.
"Can you go get my Fiat later? It's parked in front of the gas station on main." Harry said offering Sirius the keys. Sirius nodded tentatively.
"How did you get home?" Mikheal asked as Harry started towards his room.
"Aston Martin." Harry muttered nonchalantly. He left both men looking rather dumbstruck. He made it to his room and closed the door right as the sun crested the horizon. He died in the middle of the floor.
Rita Skeeter and Charlus Reedleman both stood before the head of the Daily Prophet. They were both brought in in regards to their latest stories. Neither knew why they were there. They looked at the boss in askance. He pointed behind them when the door opened up.
Albus Dumbledore walked in and looked at the two reporter with a look like on would reserve for dung on their shoe. "You two are digging to deeply into my affairs." He said after a long pause. He raised his arm and fired off two quick memory charms. He then passed the director of the paper a rather hefty sack of galleons and left.