A.N- Ok I know these chapters are short but… well I'll try to keep updating to make up for it.
Shadow seeker - Your review really motivated me to update. For now I'm going to concentrate on this story, I hope you keep reading. Feel free to criticize I need it.
Disclaimer- I own nothing except the plot and the vampires. Characters belong to J.K Rowling.
Potions went by in a blur for both Harry and Draco. The only difference was Harry got points taken for some mundane reason he didn't even take notice of and Draco didn't, and so it was a fairly normal Potions class. When class ended Harry gathered up his things and followed Hermione and Ron to their next class.
"Another DADA class" Ron sighed, which any other year may have been unusual but this year they had yet another teacher.
"Well, it could be worse… at least this professor knows what she's talking about" Hermione said although she wasn't very convincing.
"Yeah but she's so bloody boring! Any none of its useful anyways!" Ron complained. Although Harry was silent he agreed, he had been hoping to find some way to defeat the vampire king before it was too late but he wasn't going to find it in this class. They ended the room and settled in for another long lecture, or in Harry's case and chance to let his mind wander.
It was early October of their sixth year and the war with Voldermort was looming closer everyday but that wasn't what Harry worried about. No, his thoughts went back to right after his birthday…
There had been no grand kidnapping scene no struggle no fight, no one had even known he was gone. He went to bed one night in his small second hand bedroom and woke up in chains. He had tensed and struggled and screamed expecting to see Voldermort and death eaters but instead he had just been greeted by one man. The man was tall, at least 6'5 and had long black hair and red eyes. He smiled flashing fang. Of course Harry still being young and well…stupid had demanded to know where he was and who the man was and other information he know wished he didn't know.
The man had stared at him for a long time as Harry continued to struggle in vain. Then he silenced him with a mere wave of his hand.
"Young man, you are so…full of life. Well, that will change. I will explain exactly what is going to happen. You will be broken, we will squeeze the life and will out of you and fill you however we see fit. You will be…custom made you could say. You see, you are to be the new ruler of the vampire species, why? Simply because I willed it to be so. But we cannot have you enlisting all the vampire to run off to fight the good fight so you will have to be… changed to suit our needs. Understand?"
The speech hadn't been spectacular nor had it filled him with fear (although it had scared him of course). The man gave him no name or any explanation of how he had gotten him there. At first he thought it was simply impossible, he would never break, he would never become evil, he wouldn't be a monster, he wouldn't! Yet after a few more nights of… "learning" he realized they were trying to make him evil and a monster- not yet anyways. They were simply trying to break him. After that he wouldn't have any say in the matter. It was then that Harry Potter was filled with fear.
He had learned that there were others in his same predicament, and they were to make up a group of advisors in a way. An inner circle you could call it. He had only learned who they were a few days before school started again. When he learned Draco Malfoy was one of them he felt nothing strangely. Just nothing. They both just seemed to accept it with a quiet tiredness. Nothing changed between them, well nothing much. They didn't fight in school any more, but more ignored each other.
The start of school didn't change anything either, of course the vampire ruler had made sure that the Order was getting letters every three days in Harry's own handwriting, so no one thought any thing was out of place. Harry was jerked out of his thoughts by Hermione shaking him.
"Harry come on class has ended! You just spaced out, is something wrong?" she asked her hand on his shoulder.
"No…no just thinking" Harry said avoiding her eyes and began to gather his things. Hermione sighed. Ron shrugged. Harry just walked away.
"We've got to do something, 'mione" Rob said, he hated seeing Harry like this.
"Yes, well there's something he can't tell us so we're just going to have to find out for ourselves" she said in a determined voice.
Neither noticed the blond who had been quietly eavesdropping. Draco allowed himself a small smile at Hermione's words. Maybe there was hope…maybe.