Author's note: Hello, here goes another one of my stories.
Disclaimer: I do not own any thing, except the plot, and Lilith. That's all.
And I would like to thank my betas that fixed up this junk that I call writing, IcBlue-Dmoness and The Mystical Elf. Thanks guys!
Chapter 1- His Savior
Harry Potter sat on his bed, once again, thinking. His birthday was a minute away and he had been thinking about how his last year was going to be. He had almost finished all his homework and now, was only thinking about the past, present, and future. That is, until he gave up, and gave sleep a second chance... a chance that successfully worked.
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"BOY!!" Vernon Dursley yelled with his roaring voice. "Get down here now!"
Harry woke up to the unfriendly voice that belonged to his dreaded uncle. He quickly got up and changed.
"Coming Uncle Vernon!" Harry responded as he bolted out of his room. He reached the bottom of the stairs to see his red-faced uncle waiting for him.
"Make the breakfast, and don't burn it this time," he said.
"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry said dully as he walked into the kitchen.
The breakfast was cooked quite well, yet the Dursleys didn't think so. It went by quite fast. Harry quickly ate his breakfast and shut himself again in his room. No more than ten minuets later, he was called down again.
"Yes Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked as he reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Go get the mail," he barked.
Harry walked outside and grabbed the mail. As he walked back inside, he flipped through the mail. He was surprised to see that Hermione had sent him a letter. He quickly pocketed the letter, remembering past events, before he got to the kitchen. He handed the other letters to his uncle and quickly walked to his room. He sat down on his bed and tore opened the letter.
Harry,
You're probably wondering why I sent this letter the muggle way instead of our normal way. Well, I wanted to invite you to spend the rest of the summer here. I already asked the Headmaster. He put the same protection over my house that the Dursleys have. It should protect us from You-Know-Who and anyone else who wants to hurt us. Ron is still in Romania with Charlie and won't be back until about four days before school starts. We could still catch him at Diagon Alley. But we still need THEIR permission to let you come. The fastest way for you to get here is the Knight Bus. If you're allowed, then please write back immediately and then get your butt over here! My address is on the letter.
Love,
Hermione
Harry read the letter over twice before he believed it. He walked out of his room and into the kitchen, letter in hand.
"What do you have?" Dudley asked.
"A letter," Harry said giving it to his uncle.
He quickly read the letter and looked back at Harry.
"Thank goodness you'll be out of here soon. I think you should call this Knight Bus already and leave," he said.
"There is a reason it's called the Knight Bus, it only comes at night," Harry mumbled and he went up to his room to write a letter back to Hermione and to get all of his things packed.
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Harry walked down the street, passing many dark and empty alleys. That way, he could make sure that no one would see the Knight Bus. He put his things down and was about to take his wand out when he heard a rumbling noise coming from one of the alleys. He walked towards it, leaving all his things behind. The noise, that seemed to sound like another person, moved deeper into the shadow, and Harry's curiosity got the better of him as he followed it. The person revealed itself to Harry. It was a man who looked ready to kill. Harry turned around, getting ready to run, but another man had caught him. Harry turned to face the first one, who was now accompanied by three others.
"Hey kid, you should know better than to wander the streets at night," he said, slowly walking towards him.
Harry tried running, but the man that was behind him grabbed his arm and held him in place. The others ganged up on Harry started to punch him wherever they could. He started to feel dizzy; all the pain that those men inflicted hurt like hell. He saw the first man take something out from his pocket. A sliver of moonlight hit the object in his hand and Harry could make out the outline of a small knife. Harry tried to struggle, but all that his effort got him was a stab in the gut. He winced at the sudden pain. The man took the blade out and thrust it back in, eliciting a small scream from the raven-haired teen. Harry's attacker repeated his actions over five more times, and Harry could slowly feel himself loosing consciousness. The men stopped their attacks when they heard a womanly voice behind them.
"What do you have there?" she asked the cruel gang.
"Nothin' important to you little lady, but you can join him if you want to," the apparent leader said, with a sly smile creeping up on his lips.
"I'd love to," she smirked as she lifted a leg into the air and kicked the guy right in the face.
The other men started to attack her. She grabbed a hold onto one of the men and easily flung him to the wall. The others backed away.
"Not scared, are you?" As soon as those words passed her lips, the others charged at her. She easily took each one down, but there was one that went unnoticed from her piercing gaze. The man had been hiding in the shadows. She had sensed him but let him off the hook... That is until she saw that the man had a gun. He shot at the mysterious woman like crazy. He knew that his aim was not off and that more than one bullet penetrated her skin, yet she didn't show any pain or discomfort at all. She sauntered over towards the man and let her claw like nails grow. They grew to the length of her face.
"You got lucky, I never use these on simple muggles," she whispered in a deathly tone and slashed his face and chest.
Her nails shrunk to their normal size as she grabbed the collar of his shirt, picked him off the ground, and slammed him into a wall. She let him slide down the wall, to the floor, and then turned her attention towards Harry.
"Damn bastards," she muttered as she saw the damage that they had inflicted upon the boy.
Harry was fighting a loosing battle, though he was trying to hold on a little while longer, to thank his savior. The woman picked him up from the corner, and took off her coat. She laid it on the ground and placed Harry on top of it. After placing her hands over his body, a bright white light was emitted from her hands. Harry felt the pain leave from his body. He closed his eyes as he relaxed under the woman's touch. She knew Harry had lost too much blood, so she offered him a chance to survive.
"Listen kid, there's only one way to save you," she said lifting his head off the ground.
"You're a witch, aren't you?" Harry weakly said.
"Well, kind of. And the only way is for you to turn into..." She was uncertain whether to tell him the truth or not.
"Turn into what?" Harry asked her.
"A vampire, you will die if I don't turn you. Not even my healing powers can help you. You must choose now: live life forever or die here," she said with a sigh.
"Live," he weakly said after a few moments.
"Alright," she said. "I guess there's always a first time for everything," she mumbled under her breath.
The vampire let one of her nails grow. She lifted the knife-like nail to her left wrist and slit it deeply. She winced at the initial pain, but lifted Harry's head and brought her wrist to his mouth.
"Drink, and live," she whispered.
Harry reluctantly did as he was told. After a few minuets of drinking, he fell asleep in her arms. The vampire put his head down, as she healed herself from the previous fight. After the pain was gone, she saw a letter in Harry's pocket. She quickly read it.
"Great, he's a wizard. At least it'll be easier for him," she said out loud to no one in particular. Then she read the return address. 'Hermione Granger,' she thought. 'That's where I'll take him for now.'
She placed the letter in his pocket again as she lifted the sleeping teenager into her arms.
"Sleep my son, you will need your rest," she whispered and started on her short journey to Hermione Granger's home.
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Hermione sat in her living room awaiting the arrival her best friend. She had received a reply from Harry, by Hedwig who had stayed with her. If her calculations were right, then he should have arrived three or four hours ago. He said he would leave when the sun had set, and it would have taken him a little over an hour to get to her house, Hermione had guessed. It was almost midnight now, and Hermione was worried. Her thoughts were interrupted when a faint knock at her door was heard.
"Mum! Harry's here!" she hollered as she rushed to the door. She opened the door with a smile on her face. Yet it disappeared when she saw the scene before her.
A young woman, who in the light was extremely pale and had extremely long hair that reached her shins, was carrying Harry. Hermione could tell that he was unconscious in the woman's arms. All of his belongings were being levitated around her. The woman waved her hand an all of the items were softly placed on the footsteps.
"Is Hermione Granger here?" she asked.
"Yes, I am she," Hermione managed to get out. She could easily see that they both had been in some kind of trouble. Their clothes were torn and bloody, but no wounds could be seen.
"Please, take care of him. I did the best I could. It shouldn't hurt him much," the woman said.
Hermione gave a confused glance. "What happened?" Hermione asked.
"He shall tell you... if he so desires. Will you keep him safe until I return?" she asked.
"Yes,I will" Hermione said.
"Then where can I place him?" the woman asked taking a step forward.
"In here," Hermione said, motioning towards the couch.
The woman quickly raised a hand and muttered something that Hermione could not hear.
"Now, you can't have any stains on it," she said and placed him softly on the couch. "Please take care of him. Promise?" she said again.
"Yes, I will," Hermione said, still a bit dazed by the whole situation.
The mystery woman brushed some of Harry's hair out of his eyes as she whispered, "Goodbye my son, I will find you again." She walked to the door, but before she left, she turned towards Hermione. "I promise to find him again," she said and quickly disappeared.
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The next morning, Harry woke up next to Hermione. He looked around, and hypothesized that he was in Hermione's house. 'But how did I get here?' The question burned through his mind. His thoughts were cut short when Hermione woke up too.
"Harry, are you okay?" she asked with worry.
Then the events of the night before came rushing back to him.
"Wow," he said. He suddenly felt stronger, with more energy and power.
"What happened yesterday?" Hermione asked.
"I was on my way here when..." Harry told her the story, and how he was now a vampire. He told her about the fight, the gang, the knife and the pain. How that Vampire had saved his life. He knew he could tell her everything; they could trust each other. "I don't think I would be here right now, if it wasn't for her."
"But Harry, you're a vampire. It's a curse to live a life as a vampire. Your life is limited," she said, her eyes misting.
"Yes, but if you had a choice between life or death. What would you choose?" he asked her as he lifted an eyebrow.
"Life," she immediately said, and then hugged him.
He flinched away in pain. A hurt look washed over Hermione's face.
"Sorry, it still hurts a bit," he said, and she smiled. "Do you know how I got here?" He finally asked the question that had been running through his mind for a while now.
"She brought you here. All your things are over there," Hermione said, pointing to the corner. "My parents were worried about you, and they let me stay here," she told him. "Harry, she came in and helped you get here safely. How?"
"I don't know," he said. "You talked to her?"
"Yes, she promised to find you again," she said looking at his face again.
"Really?" he asked, with a tinge of longing in his voice, and Hermione nodded in response. "I think we should owl Dumbledore. I think he could help us." Harry said and took Hermione's hands in his own.
"Yes I think we should," Hermione said as she quickly kissed Harry on the cheek before standing up, and walking to her room.
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Ending notes: Hey, hope you liked chapter one. The more you review, the harder I work on chapter two. So you review, you get more chapters. Anyway, please review and just say what you think. Bye.
Disclaimer: I do not own any thing, except the plot, and Lilith. That's all.
And I would like to thank my betas that fixed up this junk that I call writing, IcBlue-Dmoness and The Mystical Elf. Thanks guys!
Chapter 1- His Savior
Harry Potter sat on his bed, once again, thinking. His birthday was a minute away and he had been thinking about how his last year was going to be. He had almost finished all his homework and now, was only thinking about the past, present, and future. That is, until he gave up, and gave sleep a second chance... a chance that successfully worked.
********************
"BOY!!" Vernon Dursley yelled with his roaring voice. "Get down here now!"
Harry woke up to the unfriendly voice that belonged to his dreaded uncle. He quickly got up and changed.
"Coming Uncle Vernon!" Harry responded as he bolted out of his room. He reached the bottom of the stairs to see his red-faced uncle waiting for him.
"Make the breakfast, and don't burn it this time," he said.
"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry said dully as he walked into the kitchen.
The breakfast was cooked quite well, yet the Dursleys didn't think so. It went by quite fast. Harry quickly ate his breakfast and shut himself again in his room. No more than ten minuets later, he was called down again.
"Yes Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked as he reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Go get the mail," he barked.
Harry walked outside and grabbed the mail. As he walked back inside, he flipped through the mail. He was surprised to see that Hermione had sent him a letter. He quickly pocketed the letter, remembering past events, before he got to the kitchen. He handed the other letters to his uncle and quickly walked to his room. He sat down on his bed and tore opened the letter.
Harry,
You're probably wondering why I sent this letter the muggle way instead of our normal way. Well, I wanted to invite you to spend the rest of the summer here. I already asked the Headmaster. He put the same protection over my house that the Dursleys have. It should protect us from You-Know-Who and anyone else who wants to hurt us. Ron is still in Romania with Charlie and won't be back until about four days before school starts. We could still catch him at Diagon Alley. But we still need THEIR permission to let you come. The fastest way for you to get here is the Knight Bus. If you're allowed, then please write back immediately and then get your butt over here! My address is on the letter.
Love,
Hermione
Harry read the letter over twice before he believed it. He walked out of his room and into the kitchen, letter in hand.
"What do you have?" Dudley asked.
"A letter," Harry said giving it to his uncle.
He quickly read the letter and looked back at Harry.
"Thank goodness you'll be out of here soon. I think you should call this Knight Bus already and leave," he said.
"There is a reason it's called the Knight Bus, it only comes at night," Harry mumbled and he went up to his room to write a letter back to Hermione and to get all of his things packed.
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Harry walked down the street, passing many dark and empty alleys. That way, he could make sure that no one would see the Knight Bus. He put his things down and was about to take his wand out when he heard a rumbling noise coming from one of the alleys. He walked towards it, leaving all his things behind. The noise, that seemed to sound like another person, moved deeper into the shadow, and Harry's curiosity got the better of him as he followed it. The person revealed itself to Harry. It was a man who looked ready to kill. Harry turned around, getting ready to run, but another man had caught him. Harry turned to face the first one, who was now accompanied by three others.
"Hey kid, you should know better than to wander the streets at night," he said, slowly walking towards him.
Harry tried running, but the man that was behind him grabbed his arm and held him in place. The others ganged up on Harry started to punch him wherever they could. He started to feel dizzy; all the pain that those men inflicted hurt like hell. He saw the first man take something out from his pocket. A sliver of moonlight hit the object in his hand and Harry could make out the outline of a small knife. Harry tried to struggle, but all that his effort got him was a stab in the gut. He winced at the sudden pain. The man took the blade out and thrust it back in, eliciting a small scream from the raven-haired teen. Harry's attacker repeated his actions over five more times, and Harry could slowly feel himself loosing consciousness. The men stopped their attacks when they heard a womanly voice behind them.
"What do you have there?" she asked the cruel gang.
"Nothin' important to you little lady, but you can join him if you want to," the apparent leader said, with a sly smile creeping up on his lips.
"I'd love to," she smirked as she lifted a leg into the air and kicked the guy right in the face.
The other men started to attack her. She grabbed a hold onto one of the men and easily flung him to the wall. The others backed away.
"Not scared, are you?" As soon as those words passed her lips, the others charged at her. She easily took each one down, but there was one that went unnoticed from her piercing gaze. The man had been hiding in the shadows. She had sensed him but let him off the hook... That is until she saw that the man had a gun. He shot at the mysterious woman like crazy. He knew that his aim was not off and that more than one bullet penetrated her skin, yet she didn't show any pain or discomfort at all. She sauntered over towards the man and let her claw like nails grow. They grew to the length of her face.
"You got lucky, I never use these on simple muggles," she whispered in a deathly tone and slashed his face and chest.
Her nails shrunk to their normal size as she grabbed the collar of his shirt, picked him off the ground, and slammed him into a wall. She let him slide down the wall, to the floor, and then turned her attention towards Harry.
"Damn bastards," she muttered as she saw the damage that they had inflicted upon the boy.
Harry was fighting a loosing battle, though he was trying to hold on a little while longer, to thank his savior. The woman picked him up from the corner, and took off her coat. She laid it on the ground and placed Harry on top of it. After placing her hands over his body, a bright white light was emitted from her hands. Harry felt the pain leave from his body. He closed his eyes as he relaxed under the woman's touch. She knew Harry had lost too much blood, so she offered him a chance to survive.
"Listen kid, there's only one way to save you," she said lifting his head off the ground.
"You're a witch, aren't you?" Harry weakly said.
"Well, kind of. And the only way is for you to turn into..." She was uncertain whether to tell him the truth or not.
"Turn into what?" Harry asked her.
"A vampire, you will die if I don't turn you. Not even my healing powers can help you. You must choose now: live life forever or die here," she said with a sigh.
"Live," he weakly said after a few moments.
"Alright," she said. "I guess there's always a first time for everything," she mumbled under her breath.
The vampire let one of her nails grow. She lifted the knife-like nail to her left wrist and slit it deeply. She winced at the initial pain, but lifted Harry's head and brought her wrist to his mouth.
"Drink, and live," she whispered.
Harry reluctantly did as he was told. After a few minuets of drinking, he fell asleep in her arms. The vampire put his head down, as she healed herself from the previous fight. After the pain was gone, she saw a letter in Harry's pocket. She quickly read it.
"Great, he's a wizard. At least it'll be easier for him," she said out loud to no one in particular. Then she read the return address. 'Hermione Granger,' she thought. 'That's where I'll take him for now.'
She placed the letter in his pocket again as she lifted the sleeping teenager into her arms.
"Sleep my son, you will need your rest," she whispered and started on her short journey to Hermione Granger's home.
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Hermione sat in her living room awaiting the arrival her best friend. She had received a reply from Harry, by Hedwig who had stayed with her. If her calculations were right, then he should have arrived three or four hours ago. He said he would leave when the sun had set, and it would have taken him a little over an hour to get to her house, Hermione had guessed. It was almost midnight now, and Hermione was worried. Her thoughts were interrupted when a faint knock at her door was heard.
"Mum! Harry's here!" she hollered as she rushed to the door. She opened the door with a smile on her face. Yet it disappeared when she saw the scene before her.
A young woman, who in the light was extremely pale and had extremely long hair that reached her shins, was carrying Harry. Hermione could tell that he was unconscious in the woman's arms. All of his belongings were being levitated around her. The woman waved her hand an all of the items were softly placed on the footsteps.
"Is Hermione Granger here?" she asked.
"Yes, I am she," Hermione managed to get out. She could easily see that they both had been in some kind of trouble. Their clothes were torn and bloody, but no wounds could be seen.
"Please, take care of him. I did the best I could. It shouldn't hurt him much," the woman said.
Hermione gave a confused glance. "What happened?" Hermione asked.
"He shall tell you... if he so desires. Will you keep him safe until I return?" she asked.
"Yes,I will" Hermione said.
"Then where can I place him?" the woman asked taking a step forward.
"In here," Hermione said, motioning towards the couch.
The woman quickly raised a hand and muttered something that Hermione could not hear.
"Now, you can't have any stains on it," she said and placed him softly on the couch. "Please take care of him. Promise?" she said again.
"Yes, I will," Hermione said, still a bit dazed by the whole situation.
The mystery woman brushed some of Harry's hair out of his eyes as she whispered, "Goodbye my son, I will find you again." She walked to the door, but before she left, she turned towards Hermione. "I promise to find him again," she said and quickly disappeared.
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The next morning, Harry woke up next to Hermione. He looked around, and hypothesized that he was in Hermione's house. 'But how did I get here?' The question burned through his mind. His thoughts were cut short when Hermione woke up too.
"Harry, are you okay?" she asked with worry.
Then the events of the night before came rushing back to him.
"Wow," he said. He suddenly felt stronger, with more energy and power.
"What happened yesterday?" Hermione asked.
"I was on my way here when..." Harry told her the story, and how he was now a vampire. He told her about the fight, the gang, the knife and the pain. How that Vampire had saved his life. He knew he could tell her everything; they could trust each other. "I don't think I would be here right now, if it wasn't for her."
"But Harry, you're a vampire. It's a curse to live a life as a vampire. Your life is limited," she said, her eyes misting.
"Yes, but if you had a choice between life or death. What would you choose?" he asked her as he lifted an eyebrow.
"Life," she immediately said, and then hugged him.
He flinched away in pain. A hurt look washed over Hermione's face.
"Sorry, it still hurts a bit," he said, and she smiled. "Do you know how I got here?" He finally asked the question that had been running through his mind for a while now.
"She brought you here. All your things are over there," Hermione said, pointing to the corner. "My parents were worried about you, and they let me stay here," she told him. "Harry, she came in and helped you get here safely. How?"
"I don't know," he said. "You talked to her?"
"Yes, she promised to find you again," she said looking at his face again.
"Really?" he asked, with a tinge of longing in his voice, and Hermione nodded in response. "I think we should owl Dumbledore. I think he could help us." Harry said and took Hermione's hands in his own.
"Yes I think we should," Hermione said as she quickly kissed Harry on the cheek before standing up, and walking to her room.
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Ending notes: Hey, hope you liked chapter one. The more you review, the harder I work on chapter two. So you review, you get more chapters. Anyway, please review and just say what you think. Bye.