Little Whinging

When Harry woke up his head felt like a troll had decided to tap danced on top of it making it all but impossible to pierce the fog that surrounded his mind and a strange thirst lingered at the back of his consciousness. It was only when his headache started to weaken that Harry finally opened his eyes to find an unfamiliar room.

He tried to recall what had happened before he fell asleep jet in the fogginess of his mind the memories remained just out of reach. The clock he spotted on the bedside table informed him that he had slept through the whole day.

When the buzzing of flies drew his attention to the other side of the bed and his eyes landed on the dried out corpse of a woman he instinctively tried to move as far away from it as possible, falling of the bed in the process. As his back impacted the ground the fog, that had clouded his mind, tore away and the memories of what had occurred last night flashed before his eyes.

For around one hour Harry remained laying on the floor trying to wrap his mind around what had happened before standing up. Still in shock over his newly gained vampirism Harry's whole body was numb and his arms and legs were shaking forcing him to use the wall as support as he began walking out of the bedroom.

It hadn't taken Harry long to find the bathroom and as he studied his reflection he remembered Quirrell's and Lockhart's lessons about vampires and how the "A vampire doesn't have a reflection" thing only actually applied to silver mirrors.

His face had lost what little it had in turms of babyfett, his skin had become as pale as a piece of paper and his emerald colored eyes appeared to be glowing. Looking down he found blood stains covered his pants and his torn shirt. Following the stains back up to his face Harry noticed dried blood covering the side of his neck. It was only now that Harry, oncemore looking at the glowing eyes of his reflection, finally noticed that he wasn't wearing his glasses.

With a deep sigh Harry realized that he would have to take a shower and find a change of clothes if he wanted to get around without drawing unwanted attention so he left the bathroom and returned to the teen's room taking care not to look at the corpse of the man laying in the hallway or at the dead teenager.

Searching through the wardrobe of the teen Harry found a pair of shorts and a black hooded sweatshirt. Returning to the bathroom Harry discarded his old clothes and took a shower to get rid of the dried blood.

Once he had gotten dressed in the stolen clothes Harry proceeded to search the house for money. After about two hours he had found around 350£, more then he had hoped but less the he would have liked.

Just as Harry was about to open the front door to he stopped in his tracks, what if someone sees him leave the house they would connect him to the murder of the family.

The memorie of him transforming in to a group of bats, while he had fed from the man, came to the front of his mind. Using his limited experience with transfiguration Harry visualized his transformation and willed it to occur.

The same tingly feeling from last night spread throughout his body and he bursted in to a dozen bats. With out his mind over run by his instincts the experience was weird, he was seeing out of two dozen eyes hearing from two dozen ears and controlling a dozen individual bodies simultaneously jet it felt natural to him as if he had been doing it all his life.

Flying up the stairs and out of the open window in the teen's room Harry had barely traveled more then three houses down the street before the mental strain forced him to transform back.

Afer half an hour of aimlessly walking through the streets of Little Whinging Harry spotted a obviously drunk man trying to unlock the front door of one of the houses. Harry pulled the hood of the hoodie further over his head and turned around as his vampiric thirst made itself known oncemore.

With each step his thirst grew stronger more demanding then before and when the man had finally succeeded in unlocking the door Harry's instincts finally overwhelmed his mind. He bursted into a swarm of bats that shoot toward the drunken man before reforming directly behind him just as the man took one step through the now open door and bit down on his neck.

Through the haze of his bloodlust Harry noticed a slight sour taste to the man's blood as he sucked it out of him. Just as he consumed the last drops of the man's blood and released his hold on the corpse a female voice called out "Dad?" from upstairs.

Harry's gaze found the source of voice a young girl around 7 years old standing at the top of a set of stairs to his left and for a second it seemed as if time had stopped as there eyes met, before the vampiric thirst returned at full force.

With his mind clouded by his thirst Harry leaped up the stairs towards the girl and quicker then she could hope to react, sunk his fangs into her neck.

For a few seconds the young girl struggled trying to free herself before she went still in his grip as Harry drained the last drops of blood from her body. The haze that had clouded Harry's mind fell away as his thirst for blood went dormant again and he slumped against the wall as his eyes refused to leave the girl's corpse while he was trying to process what he had done.

The feeling of guilt and helplessness caused tears roll from Harry's eyes as he closed them. "Never again!" he thought as he took a deep breath, strengthened his resolve and balled his hands into fists.

He had tried to deny his thirst tonight, there had been dozens of opportunities to feed but he had been to caught in his human moral to even thinking about taking them and it had caused him to lose control and kill a defenseless child. Never again would he make that mistake he was a vampire now and he would not deny his thirst ever again.

Pushing himself of the wall Harry focused his thirst was still there at the back of his mind waiting and his ears picked up the sound of breathing coming from one of the rooms.

Entering the room Harry saw a woman probably in her late twentys sleeping soundly in her bed. Gathering the courage that had landed him in Gryffindor he slowly walked towards her, when he reached the bed he closed his eyes; steeled his resolve and when he opened them oncemore he leaned over her and bit into her neck. Blood rushed into his mouth as he began sucking it out of her and he gulp it down mouthful after mouthful until there was non left.

Standing back up his thirst had finally gone silent and a look at the clock told him that he had perhaps two hours before the sun would rise. With a sigh Harry opened the bedroom window knowing that he couldn't afford to waste time if he wanted to get out of Little Whinging tonight and still have enough time to find shelter for the day.

So after one last look at his last victim Harry turned into a swarm of bats and flew out into the night.