to shidoni: yes, this IS a Harry/Tom fic. but i'm not gonna keep Harry celibate until Tom can come to grips with wanting The Boy Who Lived! :B besides, who doesn't like a little smut from other hot pairings while we wait? it's like a multi-course meal. :D

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I stumbled as the fire spit me out onto the ugly knock off rug. Making a face, I slapped my clothes to rid them of the soot. Looking around, I found myself in a bedroom...Tom's I assumed. Fred and George were close behind me, with Tom, Severus, and Lucius not far behind them.

Sneering at my chain littered Tripp pants, Tom said, "Perhaps you should have picked out something less noisy, Potter."

Grinning, I pulled my shirt off, transfiguring it into long black robes. Then I pulled my pants off and slipped the robes on, aware of everyone staring. With a swish of my wand, my hair fell from its previously hairsprayed state, thick silky locks hanging down in layered chunks halfway down my back. I smiled at Tom, letting my vampirism take over. I thought I saw him shiver.

"Better, Tommy dear?"

He growled but said nothing, grabbing my arm and Apparating away.

After that horrid feeling of being squeezed to death (I'm sure Mrs. Weasley's hugs could compete with it) we landed in a dank alley, a homeless man staring at us in silence. I smiled, waving at him even as he shrank back from my glowing silver eyes and long sharp fangs. Two soft cracks later and we were joined by the rest of our group. We pulled our hoods up.

Striding forward, Tom led the way to my relative's house with Lucius and Severus flanking him, Fred, George and I skipping along to bring up the rear. Soon we were on Privet Drive, fast approaching No. 4.

The Blood Wards, as I had guessed, were absolute bullshit. Nothing even tingled over my skin as we crossed the lawn, and I felt a snarl clawing at my throat. But I didn't let Dumbledore distract me. I had Muggle filth to kill.

I opened the door, knowing it was never locked. They believed it was a good neighborhood, and only locked it if I was still outside after nine at night.

The house was quiet. I looked at the cupboard almost fondly; it had been my sanctuary in a way. Severus silently glided up the stairs to fetch the Dursleys.

Fred and George opened the cupboard, whispering a "Lumos" each and looking in. I hadn't ever moved all my stolen toys and crayons and drawings and other knicknacks from the place, so it was exactly as I'd left it when we'd been dragged to that god forsaken shack in the middle of nowhere. Tom peered in and stared.

I grinned at him, a bittersweet edge in my voice. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

His eyes hardened with some emotion I hadn't the time to identify as bellows sounded from upstairs, along with whimpers and shrilly pleas. I smirked as I remembered blatantly that Severus had known my mother and aunt as children.

Coming down the stairs at wandpoint, we ushered them into the living room, where I threw my hood back. The others followed suit, and Petunia gasped.

"Snotty Snape?"

I giggled at the terrible nickname, Severus scowling. "Yes, Petunia. Now shut your horsey mouth."

I laughed outright, drawing their attention. Vernon turned a few shades red as he recognized me.

"Boy! You dare bring your filth with you to our house?!"

Petunia, on the other hand, was staring horrified. "What happened to you, Potter?"

I smiled like I had no care in the world, my insides thrumming with excitement and my vampire waiting anxiously to get on with the bloodbath.

"Oh, Petunia...didn't you know curiosity killed the cat?" She blanched and I smiled, revealing my fangs. "But I'll humor you anyways. The night I left was my birthday - 'course, you'd never know - and I left to go to the Underworld. For, you see, I am a vampire, and Lord of the Underworld, comprised of all types of creatures that go bump in the night. So, what happened to me? I embraced my heritage." Looking at the three cowering Muggles, I mused, "Now...who to kill first."

Fred and George grinned. "Try the small fat one. We could tenderize him a bit before letting you have a nice meal." Petunia's shriek caused them to laugh.

"Hmmm...perhaps Petunia? She's too thin to be much trouble," Severus sized her up, as if we were thinking of the best way to slaughter a cow...perhaps he was right.

"No, easiest for the last. Plus, wouldn't you love to have her watch as those she loves dearest be killed for their sins?" Lucius tapped his lip contemplatively.

"We could take a leaf from Bellatrix and torture them into insanity," Tom purred.

I hummed, delighting in the protests my family was making. "Well, I'm hungry. Let's start with Duddie-kins."

The twins leapt forward with a chorused snarl, grabbing the fat boy and dragging him away from his screaming parents as he sobbed. Severus flicked his wand, forcing Petunia and Vernon to be frozen in their current position, eyes unable to blink.

Holding Dudley, the redheads quickly bound him, and Tom stepped forward, hissing, "Crucio."

I closed my eyes, my vampire writhing in ecstasy as the screams filled my ears. When the green light faded from behind my lids, I looked at the damage done, grinning. Fred and George conjured baseball bats, hitting the whimpering boy.

"Enough," I said. They backed off, and I undid the ties.

"Tell me, Dudley, am I a freak? Am I disgusting for being able to do magic, for being gay, for being a vampire?" Looking at me with scared, piggy eyes, he whimpered but nodded. I smiled. "Too bad..." Then I grabbed his hair and his shoulder, yanking them apart and sinking my fangs into his neck. The blood gushed into my mouth, his weak human body writhing against my hold, his screams almost hurting my sensitive ears. But it was fine, because I could taste his life, and even his death as he slowly stopped his attempts to escape, heart beating slower and slower. Then stopping.

Standing, I licked my lips, relishing in the feeling of being sated. Looking at Tom, I smiled. "Torture them, if you would be so kind. I want Severus, if he wishes, to kill Petunia. Vernon is up to you."

He hissed, his lips curled in a smirk, and I lounged on the couch to watch the show.