Little Whinging
The nights of little Whinging where dark and silent especially on cloudy nights when fog covered the streets.
It was on one such cloudy nights with fog so dense that on could barely see more then a hand full of foot in all directions that the thirteen year old wizard, that was Harry Potter, cursed his lack of foresight. Earlier on this evening during dinner the insults his aunt-in-law Marge had directed at his dead parents had finally caused his patients to run out and in an act of accidental magic he blew up his aunt like a balloon.
When his uncle Vernon angrily demanded to return her to normal Harry had refused and bolted out of the front door with only the clothes he was wearing. Leaving behind his school things, what little money he had, the rest of his clothes and most importantly his wand. Luckily he had sent his trusted owl Hedwig to deliver a letter to Ron this morning so he hadn't abandon her at the nonexistent mercy of the Dursleys when he left.
He knew he wouldn't be able to return until after his relatives woke up the next morning and probably shouldn't return for at least a week to give them time to cool of. As such his only option was to head to the Leaky Cauldron but busses didn't drive in the middle of the night and he didn't have the money to pay for a bus ticket on him which ment he would need to either walk all the way to london or return to the Dursleys.
Putting aside his worries about tomorrow for the time being he focused on his more immediate concern because someone was watching him, someone was following him. Harry felt there eyes on him and saw there shadow flicker across the ground every so often. The unnatural silence that clung to the streets made it seem as if the world itself dared not make a sound put Harry on guard.
Suddenly the danger sense he had developed from years of his cousin's "Harry Hunting" screamed at him to move. Harry spun around and struck with his fist at his assailant in the hope of stunning him long enough to make a run for it and disappear into the mist. His attacker rushed at him from behind quicker than humanly possible and Harry's fist found his face. The sound of bones braking echoed through the street as pain raced up Harry's hand stunning him for a split second.
That split second was all his assailant, a sickly pale man with scruffy brown hair wearing tattered clothes, needed he grabbed hold of Harry and sink his teeth into his neck. Harry struggled trying to escape the hold of the man, the vampire his mind told him, to no avail. Out of sheer desperation Harry bit down on his attacker's exposed neck as hard as he could.
Harry's teeth tore open the vampire's skin and ripped into the vein below causing blood to shoot into Harry's mouth. Almost instinctively Harry swallowed the blood. As he did a shutter ran through his whole body and he was overcome by a terrible thirst, before he knew what had happened he swallowed a second mouthful of blood, than a third and a fourth.
With the fifth mouthful of blood Harry's instincts took over and he started to actively suck the blood out of the Vampier, by the seventh Harry's newly grown fanges pierced into the vampire's neck and by the tenth the roles between him and his assailant had been swapped. Now Harry was the one holding onto him as the vampire was fruitlessly struggling to escape.
Soon the vampire stop struggling and not long after Harry was forced to let him go as he swallowed the last few drops of blood he had been able to obtain. His assailant had been drained dry but Harry's thirst was not jet sated.
A light breath passed through the street and Harry picked up a faint scent of blood. His instincts sent Harry's body into autopilot as he raced towards the source of the scent.
Within a second he had crossed nearly six hundred foot and came to stop in front of one of the houses that lined the street. All but one of the windows were closed and Harry smelled that the scent came out of the one open window on the far right of the upper floor. With his mind still lost to his instincts Harry leaped, far higher then he should have been capable of, straight through the open window and landed in the bedroom behind it without a sound.
Sleeping in the bed on the left side of the room was a male teenager perhaps two or three years older then Harry's. Wrapped around his right hand was a set of bandages, in the bin standing next to the window Harry spotted a set of bloody bandages, the source of the scent.
When his gaze returned to the sleeping teen Harry instinctively lunged towards him and sunk his fangs into the boys neck greedily sucking out as much blood as he could. Within seconds Harry had consumed all of the teen's blood but his thirst drove him to explore the house in search of more blood. As Harry stepped out of the teen's room his ears picked up the sound of breathing coming from the room across the hallway.
With his instincts still overshadowing his mind he entered the room to find a woman in her mid fourths sleeping alone in the double bed. Within the blink of an eye Harry bit into her neck and just as he had done with the teenager drained her dry with in seconds. He had been so preoccupied with consuming her blood that he hadn't heard the footsteps in the hallway until they were right at the still open door.
The man that appeared in the doorframe was also in his mid fourths and seamed to be just barely awake. Before the man could spot him Harry leaped towards him and sunk his teeth in to the man's neck.
Pain spread through Harry's back as the man rammed him into the side of the doorway in hope of throwing of Harry. Moments before his back could impact the doorway a second time a tingly feeling spread across Harry's body as it transformed in to a swarm of bats that surrounded the men and started to bite and scratch him leaving him thoroughly confused.
The bats's assault lasted only a few seconds before they transformed back into Harry right behind the man. In an instant Harry bit down on the man's neck oncemore and without giving him the time to recover sucked him dry of blood.
With his thirst finally sated for the night Harry barely managed to stumble onto the closest bed, the one the now dead woman had been sleeping in, before he collapsed from exhaustion.