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 Three.
When Harry arose it was to bump his head against something heavy and painful. What had Duddley done to him now? Harry felt around the dark space and realization came in a wave of panic. It was a dream. It was a dream. But if that where the case why was he in a coffin? Harry beat his hands against the lid and kicked with all his might. Surprisingly the coffin lid popped off with half of the energy Harry had put into the struggle. Springing from his velvet prison Harry took in his surroundings. He was in the ground it had to be a tomb or something in that neighborhood. He could smell the old death of a cemetery. Movement caught his eye and he stared and the man no the vampire called Iain. "You." "Good morning sunshine. Or shall I say goodnight. I hope that you slept well after I carried you twelve miles and dumped you into a coffin that I ridded the recent occupant of. Are you hungry? I know that I could eat a fleet of soldiers." At Harry's stricken look Iain amended. "Sorry, vampire humor. Let's go. There is much to teach you and little time in which to learn." Thus began Harry's education on flying, choosing prey, becoming invisible and learning to read human thoughts. Iain was a patient teacher and prided himself on a sense of humor that disturbed Harry. The nights where full of lessons and terrifying knowledge of what he had become; and in the day he slept the sleep of the undead. The power that Harry felt pulsing through him was greater than any magic he had ever learned. Gradually he came to accept what he was and even to enjoy it. As the summer wore on he became more powerful and this was something that worried Iain. "Boy it is unusual to be at your level and exult in this strength. Your wizard blood must be aiding you. Careful that you don't become what you detest." There was no need to explain how he knew so much about Harry. It was passed into Iain when he took his blood, as it was with all of their prey. No memory or thought was safe when a vampire was drinking your life. It was because of this that Iain had not taken Harry to the Dark Lord. Instead he hid them away from his sight and protected the boy that had somehow touched his long forgotten and assumed dead heart. Risking his own immortal death he taught the boy and somehow became more human than he had been in a long time. A peace settled onto the pair and a routine that lasted to the end of summer. It was at that time that Harry received something that shocked his immortal eyes. It was a letter delivered by an owl. It was his Hogwarts letter for his last year at school. Hogwarts was inviting a vampire into its walls.
When Harry arose it was to bump his head against something heavy and painful. What had Duddley done to him now? Harry felt around the dark space and realization came in a wave of panic. It was a dream. It was a dream. But if that where the case why was he in a coffin? Harry beat his hands against the lid and kicked with all his might. Surprisingly the coffin lid popped off with half of the energy Harry had put into the struggle. Springing from his velvet prison Harry took in his surroundings. He was in the ground it had to be a tomb or something in that neighborhood. He could smell the old death of a cemetery. Movement caught his eye and he stared and the man no the vampire called Iain. "You." "Good morning sunshine. Or shall I say goodnight. I hope that you slept well after I carried you twelve miles and dumped you into a coffin that I ridded the recent occupant of. Are you hungry? I know that I could eat a fleet of soldiers." At Harry's stricken look Iain amended. "Sorry, vampire humor. Let's go. There is much to teach you and little time in which to learn." Thus began Harry's education on flying, choosing prey, becoming invisible and learning to read human thoughts. Iain was a patient teacher and prided himself on a sense of humor that disturbed Harry. The nights where full of lessons and terrifying knowledge of what he had become; and in the day he slept the sleep of the undead. The power that Harry felt pulsing through him was greater than any magic he had ever learned. Gradually he came to accept what he was and even to enjoy it. As the summer wore on he became more powerful and this was something that worried Iain. "Boy it is unusual to be at your level and exult in this strength. Your wizard blood must be aiding you. Careful that you don't become what you detest." There was no need to explain how he knew so much about Harry. It was passed into Iain when he took his blood, as it was with all of their prey. No memory or thought was safe when a vampire was drinking your life. It was because of this that Iain had not taken Harry to the Dark Lord. Instead he hid them away from his sight and protected the boy that had somehow touched his long forgotten and assumed dead heart. Risking his own immortal death he taught the boy and somehow became more human than he had been in a long time. A peace settled onto the pair and a routine that lasted to the end of summer. It was at that time that Harry received something that shocked his immortal eyes. It was a letter delivered by an owl. It was his Hogwarts letter for his last year at school. Hogwarts was inviting a vampire into its walls.