I did my time.
Readers: I am not J.K Rowling and these are not my characters. I have
borrowed them. Using them at my will and putting them into a story that
Rowling probably would not care for. Therefore the suing option is now
diminished. Not that she would find it worth her while making Billions a
year. I have shaped this story in my twisted mind and done it to please me.
So if you don't care for it poo on you. To those that enjoy: you have
exceptional taste. This will eventually be a romance between my two
favorite characters one blonde fallen angel and one hero to the world. (To
those slower folk that means Harry and Draco) Tell what you think.
-Dallas321
Chapter Two.
The boy's blood was like pure cinnamon, delicious and invigorating. Caught up in the exquisite taste Iain was only able to pull back a moment before draining the boy completely. Dropping Harry to the ground Iain cursed himself. The boy would die within minuets and the Dark Lord would not be pleased. Iain feared the Dark Lord and knew that his failure in this venture would put his existence into jeopardy. Only a wizard of the Dark Lord's power could end his existence. Strip him of his power and bury him in a coffin to live out eternity under ground and shrunken with starvation. Iain knew that he had but one choice. Dragging Harry from the ground he bit into his own flesh and tore a chunk of skin away. The blood pumped freely from his arm and he pressed Harry's mouth into it. "No." Iain was surprised that the boy had the strength to say the word. "Drink and live. You have no choice boy." Harry fought the tug of his body to drink the wonderful liquid that poured into his mouth. Somewhere in the back of Harry's mind was the realization of what was happening. Somewhere in the back of Harry's mind he was screaming. But the blood was too tempting to resist and Harry latched onto the man's arm and drank in deep gratifying gulps. They stood that way for a lifetime, for a minute. Then when the transfer was complete Harry fell to the ground convulsing. His body was eating his organs and the pain was beyond anything that can be felt. Screaming Harry's body died and his life as an immortal began. Rising from the ground Harry looked on the world with new eyes and was frightened. The lonely, dank of the night became alive with new sounds and new voices. He could hear a TV playing blocks down the road and the heart beat of the man in the house across the street. Shapes that had been without definition came into sharp contrast and he felt a hunger that griped him like a vice. Finding his voice that had become buried deep within Harry struggled to find the words. "What did you do to me?" "I have made you a creature of the night. A vampire. You will never die. You will be a child that never grows old. I had no choice boy. You tasted so superior that I got carried away. It was this or death." Iain shrugged finding no fault in his actions. He had given the gift of immortality. This boy should be thankful. "Now you will come with me and feed. Our adventures of this night have ravished us both. Let's drink before the sun rises and we must retire." Harry was completely thrown. One minute he was savoring the wind and the next he was being told to drink before the sun came up. "You have made me a vampire? Does that mean that I will never again be able to see the sun? That I have to drink the blood of humans to survive? You must be joking this has to be a dream. It has to." Iain was irritated. "Yes. Yes all of that. But it is a small price to pay to live forever. And before you ask, because they all do, no you do not have to kill your prey. Although I can't imagine why you wouldn't want to. Drink until you have reached your fill but stop before your prey passes out. This insures that they will recover. But I was hoping that I wouldn't have to put up with another student that valued the lives of man. It is so tiresome." Harry did the only thing that was left for his bedraggled mind to do. He fainted.
The boy's blood was like pure cinnamon, delicious and invigorating. Caught up in the exquisite taste Iain was only able to pull back a moment before draining the boy completely. Dropping Harry to the ground Iain cursed himself. The boy would die within minuets and the Dark Lord would not be pleased. Iain feared the Dark Lord and knew that his failure in this venture would put his existence into jeopardy. Only a wizard of the Dark Lord's power could end his existence. Strip him of his power and bury him in a coffin to live out eternity under ground and shrunken with starvation. Iain knew that he had but one choice. Dragging Harry from the ground he bit into his own flesh and tore a chunk of skin away. The blood pumped freely from his arm and he pressed Harry's mouth into it. "No." Iain was surprised that the boy had the strength to say the word. "Drink and live. You have no choice boy." Harry fought the tug of his body to drink the wonderful liquid that poured into his mouth. Somewhere in the back of Harry's mind was the realization of what was happening. Somewhere in the back of Harry's mind he was screaming. But the blood was too tempting to resist and Harry latched onto the man's arm and drank in deep gratifying gulps. They stood that way for a lifetime, for a minute. Then when the transfer was complete Harry fell to the ground convulsing. His body was eating his organs and the pain was beyond anything that can be felt. Screaming Harry's body died and his life as an immortal began. Rising from the ground Harry looked on the world with new eyes and was frightened. The lonely, dank of the night became alive with new sounds and new voices. He could hear a TV playing blocks down the road and the heart beat of the man in the house across the street. Shapes that had been without definition came into sharp contrast and he felt a hunger that griped him like a vice. Finding his voice that had become buried deep within Harry struggled to find the words. "What did you do to me?" "I have made you a creature of the night. A vampire. You will never die. You will be a child that never grows old. I had no choice boy. You tasted so superior that I got carried away. It was this or death." Iain shrugged finding no fault in his actions. He had given the gift of immortality. This boy should be thankful. "Now you will come with me and feed. Our adventures of this night have ravished us both. Let's drink before the sun rises and we must retire." Harry was completely thrown. One minute he was savoring the wind and the next he was being told to drink before the sun came up. "You have made me a vampire? Does that mean that I will never again be able to see the sun? That I have to drink the blood of humans to survive? You must be joking this has to be a dream. It has to." Iain was irritated. "Yes. Yes all of that. But it is a small price to pay to live forever. And before you ask, because they all do, no you do not have to kill your prey. Although I can't imagine why you wouldn't want to. Drink until you have reached your fill but stop before your prey passes out. This insures that they will recover. But I was hoping that I wouldn't have to put up with another student that valued the lives of man. It is so tiresome." Harry did the only thing that was left for his bedraggled mind to do. He fainted.