Hey ya all…. First of all, thank you to the people who have read the first chapter and reviewed.. it makes you feel so good when you see that you've received your first review.. ahh so thank you lol…

Then I was just listening to Mosh, Eminem, it's a good song. But I'm not here to tell you anything that's happening in my life even if its just about some music.. so with the story.. I really don't know what to do with it. Lol I started writing this fiction because I just had to release my imagination, one would say.. really, it was because I was bored and really upset. .. Now I know what I want in the end but humm other than that.. it will take time so.. sorry in advance..

Oh, this may contain some vampire stuff, still not sure about that so, if you have any suggestions, feel free to comment, if you don't like vampires, dark harry, or mean Dumbledore, sorry..

On the chapter : its not really bloody this time, its more about after Hogwarts life for Hermione and Harry.

Enjoy.

Your Blood tastes so sweet

Chapter 1. The first.

Why did we learn ? Why did we spent two years studying ? And worse, why did we spent two years, acting like we trusted those bastards. Thank God, if this one only exists, which I highly doubt because there is too much misery on this planet, and if it is someone's job to protect the people down here, he's just sleeping, as I was saying, I thank God, if he exists. It could have been worse. Three, five years maybe or just always living in the dark.

I think the most incredible thing in this story is that "they" never doubted me. Did they really think I was going to accept all of this shit and smile ? It was way too easy for them. Only Snape, seemed to be watching me intensely but then again, he always did.

Now, I am free. There was never a damned prophecy. I do not have to save the world. There is no weight on my shoulders. I have nothing to save, to accomplish.. The only thing I have is my vengeance. Not a prophecy. That too, was something made for me. I got to admit, nevertheless that they were so fucking good at all of this. Manipulating me into thinking I was the one. Manipulating The wizarding world. Manipulating Riddle. Damn Dumbledore sure did a good job at that don't you think ?

Anyway back to my life. Because, that's what you are here for, right ? To read about the peaceful and amazing life of Harry Potter.

When we finally got out of Hogwarts, the first thing Hermione and I had planed, was to go find her parents. You, see, we wanted to disappear, well, I wanted to. She wanted to be with me, because as she said, she was my only friend, and I was hers. We could protect each other and we'd be strong together. But of all, we wanted to escape from Dumbledore who would want to use her intellect and my power.

Back to Hermione's parents, what he did to mine, even though they were part of his organization, we weren't sure he wouldn't try Voldy's methods on Hermione's parents to find us. So we explained the situation to them, and we made them go away. Today, they still live in Maryland, in the United States where they are from.

Then, we emptied our respective Gringotts and Muggle vault.

We started by changing our names. It is so easy in the muggle world. I became Harry Roberts, and she, Sandra Key. Harry Potter and Hermione ranger were no more. I had transferred all my money to Hermione's account in the bank that became Harry Roberts's and Sandra Key's.

The first week was really hard. We had rent a room in an hotel. The first day, we used magic to change our appearances. We went to a department store and bought everything that would be useful now. Meaning, clothes, make up, contact lenses for me, a tons of hair product for her, alcohol and cigarettes.

The Order had spies everywhere and magic charms wear off quite rapidly. Using muggle products would guaranty some protection if we met someone. Unfortunately for us, we still weren't powerful enough to only rely on magic to get us out of trouble.

The other days were used to find a place to live and to rebuild our identities.

I have to say that we were really lucky. We found an apartment quite rapidly. We had to wait a month before actually moving in.. but it was worth it..

It's composed of fives rooms, a small kitchen and a bathroom. Right now, it's more than enough. We took the two smaller rooms to be our respective bedrooms. I forgot to mention that the lady and I are not sleeping together.

We have a living room, a library and the mystery room. When we'd have studied enough, we would be able to make it bigger. Then, use it to practice.

Oh I forgot to mention that I want revenge. Vengeance.. oh how I love this word. It is beautiful, sweet, hot and it makes me feel good..

Now, enter in memories…

We both had had the personal lessons the teachers were giving me. Snape taught us the subtle arts of potions, obviously and muggle fighting techniques ; McGonagall, transfiguration and the art of becoming animagi… Fortunately, we had already researched on how it worked. It is quite simple actually. It takes six months when done properly. We had only started a month ago. She gave us the basic instructions already, we could do it by ourselves now. We would now our animals later.

The rest of our lessons were based on Defense against the dark arts, and charms. But, by ourselves, like the big kids we were, we worked on every little bit of dark arts we could find.

Well, in fact, she got me working on that. What would I do without this girl ?

"Fuck Harry, shut up and listen" that's Mya of course (Hermione for those of you who didn't understand), I love it when she tries to persuade me of something. It is so beautiful to hear.

I think it is really funny that everything we learnt from them, we used it to kill them. It was like "No Hermione, Harry, you do it the wrong way, when you will have to kill me, you'll have to do it that way, otherwise, I will get you first"..

The only thing we weren't prepared for was the killing itself.. how we would feel, react.. how the persons we were going to murder would react… We had to practice..

So I'll tell you about the first persons we killed.

We wanted to make an example. Make the Order believe that we were associates with Voldemort. Make this one believe he had a rival. We even thought about really becoming associates with Voldy but we are not that inhuman.

As I was saying, my dear little wizards, we wanted to make an example. We had so much candidates.. Ronald, Virginia, every fucking red-haired bastard from this family, McGonagall, Snape or even Dumbledore. But this one was kind of special. I wanted him to see what his weapon had become. So I made him watch.

My first victim : my family. Or my bitch of a mother's family.

"Don't mess everything up, I waited too long for this"

"Shut up Potter, let me do my job, you'll get yours"

A young woman knocked at the door. 4th Privet Drive. A quiet neighborhood where nothing never happens. The woman and her friend were observed from every window around.

It must have been quite shocking for the neighbors.

The woman, dressed in tight black leather pants and a red corset looked like she had escaped from a movie the men used to watch when they were alone... She was smocking a cigarette, just like her friend. He had a big smile on his face. It was kind of scary looking. He was dressed in blue jeans and a black tee shirt. He had a white hat on his head.

The door opened. Mrs. Dursley stood on her doorstep. She had a big smile on her face that faded a little when she saw the other woman.

"What can I do for you" she said.

"Mrs. Dursley, I have really bad news, concerning your nephew. May I enter ?" Without waiting for a response, she did.. "Are your husband and son here ?"

"No"

"No need to be so cold.. I once learned while reading that a murderer always have to know his or her victim personally before assassinating him or her… But don't worry, I am not here to kill you… I just have to learn."

"Give me your hand.. I'm not going to bite, give me your hand."

"You can see that she doesn't want your magical and beautiful hands to touch her, Mya."

"Oh my. Being with your aunt sure makes you become the gentleman mister Potter" she said looking at her friend.

"Wassup auntie, remember me ? Oh shit that didn't sound good …"

"Relax Harry, she is frightened, the poor thing.. you don't want to scare her, don't you ?" She chuckled. Mya, as the young man had called her, took a seat. She washed her companion with a sort of anticipation in her eyes. Then, everything went cold. The man smirked and started to speak in a long whisper.

"I don't think I've missed you, Petunia. It's been two years maybe.. and you can not even hug your own nephew.. nor say a word it seems. What, I remembered you could speak, you could scream at me. And you look so weak now.. Where's this thing that used to lock me up in the cupboard under the stairs ? Where is it ? You weak thing… Listen, I know about my parents. Now, I want some answers about me, about her, about the thing that you are. Do you understand ?"

Mrs. Dursley didn't say a thing.

The younger woman got up, Harry directed her toward the kitchen. She nodded and entered. Then, she came back a minute later with a carving knife and another sharp knife…

"Don't worry, I'll use it to make dinner" she said to Mrs. Dursley

" Hey auntie, are you my auntie ?"he said… no answer.. "Come on, trust me, you'd better say something", said the young woman…

"She wants to play Harry"

"Then play with her if it pleases you" was the response.

Mya smiled warmly at Mrs. Dursley. She took her wand and directed it toward the older woman. "Cieo", she whispered. Almost instantly, the aim was on the wall, she couldn't move anything but her head, she started screaming. "silencio". This time, the wand was directed toward the roof.

"Listen, woman, if you scream, nobody will hear you. This is only the beginning, answer when I ask a question, and you won't suffer too much. Understood ?"

She nodded.

"Good, are you related to me ?" Harry asked. "I wish, I weren't" was the answer. This time, it was Mya's turn to speak. " You didn't understand and you didn't answer correctly. Don't play with us."

She took the smaller knife and a blue pen, opened the older woman's blouse and smiled.

"Prepare yourself, I believe this will hurt a little bit" she whispered in the other woman's ear.

With her pen, Mya draw a beautiful capital "N" on the other's stomach. She put the pen down, took a step back admired her work during a couple of minutes. She looked some kind of satisfied when she took her knife and said "don't worry, it will be beautiful." With it, she cut the woman's flesh, just on the lines of the letter she had previously drawn. The old woman screamed.. she scream so loud.. you could see lots of blood running from the letter. Mya was.. she was still smiling.. she looked so concentrated on her work.. as .. as she didn't hear the other's screaming… the man was looking at the horrible scene in front of him with a look of boredom though, one could clearly see some kind of admiration somewhere in his eyes..

When she was finished, she took a step back and admired her work.. " Damn, I'm good at this shit…"

There you go with an other chapter. .if any of you are writers who write more than 5000 words per chapter congrats really.. because I find it so damned hard..

Oh and review please..

Now for the first three readers of my fic thank you ! You know it makes you feel so good when you receive a review.. really thank you… of any of you read the first chapter and didn't review, please do.. even if its just " it sux" or "good".. thank you

Incessant Darkness, this chapter is not that dark but i hope you like it.. you're my first reviewer and really thank you.. about beating up my pillows I used to do that but I like this way better…

Black-rose23, thank you for reading and reviewing.. I appreciate it.. and yup, I got some other ideas…

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