In Cold Blood

Written by Becca

Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognise and everything you don't.

Summary: From the word go, Harry's summer goes downhill and he sinks into a deep despair. With no hope and the resurrection of Lord Voldemort, Harry does what any normal teenager would do in those circumstances; he tries to take his life. When he awakes he finds himself in a family who seem to welcome him openly. He has changed, he is no longer human and yet he still has to defeat the darkest lord of the century...will he stand alone or will he find, in this family, what he had always desired? Love and affection.

Chapter Three

Harry collapsed on his bed with a sigh, hundreds of shopping bags surrounded him and yet he felt happier than he could ever remember. It wasn't that his parents spent so much money on him that cheered him greatly but the fact that they cared enough to spend anything on him at all. He felt like he belonged here and for over a week now he had been able to get his mind of Cedric Diggory and Seamus Finnegan.

He had over three wardrobes full of clothes, mainly black leather or tight black jeans. He had tank jobs, tracksuits, trainers, tuxedo, Wizarding robes, dress robes – everything he could possibly need. He also had a tattoo across his shoulder blades of a phoenix in flight and one on the top of his left arm of a Chinese dragon. Under it was the writing Rúmil, just like the others had their nicknames tattooed.

He had even had a car bought for him, a midnight blue Dodge Viper rt10 in fact. It was a beautiful convertible and Harry had fallen in love with it on first sight. While it was only a two-seater, they could enlarge it if ever anyone else wanted to ride with him and whilst Harry tried to go for the cheapest car there was, his mother had seen where his eyes always returned.

Not only that but he had hundreds of his own books from Flourish and Blotts, a brand new broom, a magical trunk which would never be full, weapons, books on wandless magic and animagi... Everything he could think of. He was now officially as spoilt as one Draco Malfoy. Ron wasn't going to like this. But for once in his life, Harry Potter, or Olwë Melwasúl was happy.

He looked around his room, his very own room and sighed. He was unsure of how things could change so quickly in such a short time... Including himself but, well, it seemed to be changes for the better at any rate and no matter how hard he tried to tell himself this was all going to come to a horrible end, he couldn't make himself believe it.

"Rúmil, mum wants you in the kitchen. Says there's something you need to see" Anéthiel said from the doorway and Harry groaned before pushing himself to his feet and staggering into the kitchen with his sister following. Never again was he going shopping with two women, Raven and Marius both had obviously learnt their lesson as they had been nowhere in sight all day.

As he walked into the room, he saw the entire family sat around a newspaper and at closer inspection; Harry noticed it was the Daily Prophet. He frowned as it was pushed over to him and he groaned when he saw his own picture from the year before on the front cover. It was rather a good job he looked nothing like that anymore, otherwise he would have been spotted in London.

Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Disappeared

Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived has disappeared from the home of his muggle relatives in Surrey. Sources say that Potter has been gone now for over a fortnight and yet this is the first anyone had heard of his disappearance.

Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts School had received anxious letters from a Mr. Ronald Weasley and a Miss Hermione Granger concerning the lack of replies from their friend Harry Potter. After two days of waiting for a reply himself, Albus Dumbledore, accompanied by Severus Snape travelled to the home of the Dursleys and questioned them extensively under a truth potion of their nephew's whereabouts. What they found was not expected.

Harry Potter has apparently been abused all of his life by these muggles. He was locked away in the cupboard under the stairs and was beaten frequently until he started Hogwarts. The abuse apparently died down them from physical to emotional... Until this summer. Vernon Dursley has admitted to beating the boy-who-lived every single night since he returned from his fifth year. He admitted burning all of Potter's school supplies except his wand and he admitted to making the boy sleep back in his old bedroom – the cupboard.

It was then apparent that Harry Potter disappeared from the front garden of the Dursleys after yet another thorough beating from his uncle. No tracking charm can find him and many cannot help but wonder. Is our saviour still alive? Is he now in the hands of a monster?

Harry put the paper back down and then placed his head in his hands and waited for the inevitable, they were going to send him away now, just after he had truly started caring for them. He knew there was no choice other than to tell the world that he was a vampire and he just wasn't ready for that yet "What happens now?" he asked and then sighed again. Everyone knew he had been abused, everyone knew what a failure he was

"Well, as we have to be at Hogwarts a week early to get class plans ready and stuff" Armand said and Celeste nodded, grinning slightly when she realised where he was going with this "We have a witch friend. Her name is Chantelle Forest and she lives in Hogsmeade. You can go to her house and she can claim she found you just outside of London and healed you before she called Albus Dumbledore with your whereabouts. You though cannot remember a single thing since the day you left the Dursleys and are therefore unable to answer any unwanted questions" she said and Harry looked at them in disbelief

"You mean you aren't sending me away?" he asked, hardly daring to believe what he had just heard. Celeste sighed and rolled her eyes along with the others

"No Olwë, when will you learn? You are family; nothing can make us send you away. Now, if we take you to Chantelle's a few days before we have to be at Hogwarts then no one should suspect anything" she said and Harry nodded, relieved beyond words. It felt weird talking about going back to school though. That seemed like so long ago now, what would Ron and Hermione think about all of this?

"Cheer up Olwë, there's still a good few days until then, you still have time to finish reading the main library and start on the second" Anéthiel said smirking and Harry mock glared at her before sticking out his tongue

"Actually, I was wondering if one of you would teach me to drive?" he asked hopefully, his eyes glazing over as he pictured his brand new car waiting for him out front.

"Oh yes, he's definitely one of us" Armand laughed and the others grinned before nodding, they all had a passion for beautiful things, cars included.

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Harry washed and dressed before walking down to the kitchen, he yawned as he entered and then stretched before sitting down. Today he had promised Marius and Raven to help make a few pranks and then in the afternoon, Anéthiel was teaching him to drive and he couldn't wait.

His two brothers were already waiting for him and Harry grinned as they dragged him up to the potions workroom. He had to admit he was itching to get started. He had read quite a few books on potions whilst he had been here and now he wanted to experiment. Snape would probably blow a fuse if he heard of some of the things Harry planned to mix that day.

As they entered the room, Harry was able to identify some of the ingredients and his eyes glittered with excitement as he started pulling them down. Marius and Raven laughed at him before setting up their own cauldrons and getting started. At first, Harry concentrated hard on the ingredients he was putting together but after a while (and a few explosions coming from his brothers) he decided to throw caution to the wind and started adding anything and everything he came across.

After three hours, with singed hair and a missing eyebrow, Harry had created a potion that would turn the skin of a person blue for a specific length of time (he calculated it to be about a week) he had one that made a persons hair change to the colour of their mood for a fortnight. He made one that when someone tried to speak, all they could do was make animal noises and he made one that changed a person's speech backwards.

Finally though, it was time to stop playing and go to find Anéthiel so he could learn how to drive. He left his brothers messing about and laughed before running outside. He had actually had the best time he could remember, he had had fun and he was happy. Here, he belonged and nothing could or would ever take that away from him.

Harry burst out the front door to see Ané already waiting for him in the passenger seat of his new car. Harry grinned and he ran his hand down the bonnet before jumping over the door and Ané rolled her eyes. She showed him the basics and how to change gear before sitting back and letting him figure out the rest. Harry turned the keys; messed with the gears until he had them all learned and then slammed his foot down on the gas pedal.

He turned the wheel at the same time and did a 180's turn so that he was facing the exit again and then he shot forward, out through the entrance to their home and onto a long country lane. "Where are we anyway? Whereabouts do we live?" he asked, that was something he hadn't even thought about before now and Ané grinned over at him

"Scotland" she said and Harry nodded, he knew Hogwarts had to be in Scotland somewhere, he just didn't know where. He shrugged and picked up speed, grinning as he felt the wind through his hair. He smirked over at Ané for a minute before muttering under his breath and then he came out into open lands, racing across fields and literally flying as they went over bumps "Olwë slow down! We're coming out onto busy roads now!" Ané said, a hell of a lot paler than usual and she was gripping on to her seat belt for dear life.

Harry didn't slow down though and he saw a bit of a hill in front of them, below the hill was the road his sister was talking about and so Harry went into the highest gear and pushed harder on the gas pedal, going as fast as he could, they flew up into the air off the top of the hill and then Harry turned the wheel quickly doing a 90 turn so that they landed on the road facing the right way.

He didn't even bother to stop then either and headed for the nearest village, watching as his sister started to hyperventilate. The nearest village happened to be a city and Harry purposefully drove on the wrong side of the road, dodging the cars coming towards him easily "Are you mad! If you don't get us killed, you'll get us chased by the cops" Ané yelled. Harry rolled his eyes

"Nobody can see us Ané" he shouted back and then headed straight on, not moving out of the way of the car in front of him, Ané screamed and hit him over the head but Harry pulled out just in time, turned around and headed back home. He'd given her enough of a heart attack for the day.