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Ok, this is a short chapter compaired to the others. I know this but if I'd kept going it would be too big to modestly post so I'm doing it like this. I would like to thank my WONDERFUL reviewers, because I love them, and shortly I'm going to put replies to reviews. Maybe tonight when I get round to it. I'd just like to say that a review was what made me update this fic. I've had the chapter floating around my PC for a while but I never had the motivation to post it. I'm going to start to knuckle down with the fic soon and stop writing short pieces that never get finished.

Meh, good intentions heh?

Now, do people like lots of chapters in short bursts or longer chapters in long gaps between? I'm flexible, though I tend to just write and write and then go back and put chapters in later lol.

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Chapter 3

Hearing

A week had passed. He had head arguments throughout the days after his last 'feeding' as some in the house were calling it. Hermione and Ron had sat by his door many times until forbidden from going there, as all he did was scream at them, and anyone who came near him. He barely moved otherwise, doing his business where he lay and ignoring the smells and tastes.

Something had changed in the house this day though. There was a tension in it. Something had happened, or was going to happen. And the people here did not like it. Everyone left before midday, and he wondered why. He found out sooner than he might have liked.

People he didn't know had entered his room. He hid under the cover and blocked the light out. The people seemed horrified at the state of him and his living conditions. He knew none of them had his knife so he didn't expect a feed. He could not sense his knife anywhere in the house. They couldn't kill him either.

One woman cleared a throat. "Mr Harry Potter?" she croaked out. Harry remained silent. "Are you Harry James Potter of number four Privet Drive?" she asked, her voice slightly clearer as she retreated behind her protocol. Harry wondered if agreeing would make them go away. He nodded, silent. "I'm afraid we need a vocal confirmation," she prompted. Harry opened him mouth and coughed, throwing the covers off in a vain attempt to clear his airways. People retreated from him in revulsion. His face was covered in blood, as was his hair and chest. His glasses were missing, broken long ago in one of his rages. Tear streaks were visible through the blood. Scars covered his chest and neck. He coughed until he spat up more blood, and he tried to hide it in the covers, frantic to refuse to himself he had changed, his latest game. He croaked something to the woman that sounded like an affirmative. She continued, he voice weaker than it had been. "Mr Potter, the ministry has discovered that on the morning of the sixteenth of July you were visited by the vampire Abdukrahman at your residence, number four Privet Drive. Since then you have been missing, and it is known that you are now a vampire also. You are required to come with us to the ministry now…" she faltered as his expression did not change.

It took them an hour to get him out of the cage. When asked if he knew the spell to let him out he shook his head, sitting with his knees clutched to his chest and fighting against the urges to attack the first person he could. He was bound and gagged, then floated through the house. Portraits that lined the walls called out gloatingly to the officials, but Harry could easily ignore them in fear of what he knew was coming.

It was daylight. It would be painful. But he would see the sun again.

It was painful, but he screamed into the gag whilst ignoring the burning and feasted his eyes upon the sun for the first time in almost a month. He was gasping when he was placed in the ministry vehicle, and knew he would need feeding soon. He dreaded having to go through that without the knife. In a short while he was back out in the sun, screaming through the gag as he was hurried into the shade, gasping and writhing in his bonds. Perhaps he blacked out then, or was cursed, for when he woke again he was tied to a chair in the courtroom he had seen in Dumbledore's pensive, where he had had his own hearing the year before. He was still in his underwear only, and he was no cleaner than when he had left the cage. He would have felt ashamed, if he had been in any fit state to feel anything.

"Harry James Potter?" a commanding voice echoed in the room. He did not open his eyes, but made an affirmative sound again. There was an argument over whether that was a yes or no, but they decided it was a yes in the end.

"Mr Potter, on the sixteenth of July were you visited and initiated by Abdukrahman, a second level vampire." Harry didn't understand the name or the rank but nodded. Did it matter who he was initiated by?

"We ask Mr Potter why he did not come to the ministry to report the instance." Harry opened an eye.

"Do you think I did this to myself?" his voice was weak, but everyone in the room heard it.

"Are you saying you were forced to go to your godfathers' house, where you have been since that day?"

"Yes. I was asleep until the full moon. I have not slept since then." It hurt to talk, but longing for conversation outweighed the pain. He was used to pain now. He coughed after this however and blood splattered onto the floor next to him. He averted his eyes immediately, refusing to look at it.

"Why did Abdukrahman not take you with him once you were infected?" Infected. Horrible word, Harry dully thought.

"I don't know. He didn't spea- he did speak to me, but I don't remember what he said."

Arguments were going around the witches and wizards present as he finished.

"…obvious he didn't do it…"

"…look at him, he knows nothing of…"

"…why did…"

"….didn't Abdukrahman take him…"

"…high ranking…"

"Shh,"

"Please," Harry began to beg again, slumping defeated in the chair. "Please,"

"Yes? What do you ask?" the spokeswizard asked.

"Find my knife… then kill me." Gasps filled the room but he ignored them, fighting against the blood lust filling him.

"You want us to kill you?" the wizard seemed incredulous.

Harry nodded, "Please, wizards are not meant to become vampires. Please, end it now." Tears leaked from his eyes as he cold crept up his neck. "Please, tie me up, lock me up, quick. I can feel it coming. I am going mad, I know it, but don't let me hurt anyone, please, I usually have such control over it. I haven't been fed for a week… I threw much of that up though…"

"A WEEK!" someone screeched. The chains on the chair tightened painfully on his arms. The madness seemed to take hold then. His empty veins sang to him and he screamed. Those who could tried to block out his suffering, whilst others watched in horrified fascination. Few had ever seen this happen to vampires, and certainly only one present in the room had.

For ten minutes he raged, the chains cutting through his flesh, but no blood came out. He was straining for the closest people desperately, needing food and air. He collapsed, exhausted and breathless, the chains loosening only slightly.

The door opened in the shocked silence that fell over the room. A white man entered, his black cape billowing in a non-existence wind. His hair was black, and his eyes were green. If Harry had slept to have had nightmares, this man would have been there, hidden in the background, neither good nor bad. Right now, to Harry, he was a familiar face, even if it was a feared one.

"Abdukrahman!" someone called, and people began to bow hesitantly.

"Silence!" the vampire bellowed, striding to Harry, lifting the head with a hand under his chin. "Blood-son, what has happened to you?" he asked, his voice deadly with sorrow and distress. Harry gazed into green eyes as tears dripped onto the hand. The man was perfectly clean, where as he was filth and dirt, covered in dead blood. He felt small and worthless, longing to die.

"Oh dear child," the man clasped Harry tight to him, his own tears falling onto the blood matted black hair. Harry shut his eyes. This was what he had needed, ever since the day it had happened. Someone who understood and could teach him how to cope. It didn't matter in this instance that this was the one who had infected him; it was someone who could help him. "I should never have done this to you. Oh child, forgive me," Harry did not know the language, did not know the words, yet they sorted themselves in his head like Parseltongue did. He tried to clutch at the man, but the chains were still holding him tight. With a glare from the man though they retreated and Harry threw his arms around the mans neck, sobbing as he was lifted out of the hated chair and carried to the door.

"Wait! What-"

"SILENCE!" he bellowed, making Harry wince as it was shouted in his sensitive ears. "I am taking my Blood-son with me now. Let it be known he is vampire claimed now. We shall not treat him as badly as you have." He strode out of the room, fury emanating from his whole body.

There had been painful light, noise and shock, sunlight for a moment and then a change to this house…building. It felt too big to be a house. Harry remembered little else until he was lain down again upon a mattress so soft he seemed to sink into it. His head was rested ever so gently onto an equally soft pillow, and silk sheets were drawn up over his now naked body. A soft, clean, warm cloth was washing his face, cleaning the blood away and making him feel better than he had in a long time. The touch was soft and kind, gentle on the spots where skin came away with blood, tender on the sore gums within his mouth. His hair was washed, hands massaging his scalp and sending him into an ecstasy he had never before experienced. He relaxed back into a doze whilst the person continued to the rest of his body, too tired to care about dignity and decency. He was clean again, and the bed was softer than he had ever known a bed to be. When the hands finished he curled up on his right side, facing the door as it had been when in the cage, and he felt himself slipping away from consciousness. He was awake long enough to feel the bed dip behind him and someone hold him close, as the nightmares began.

A/N: Thanks to ALL my readers, and special thanks to EVERYONE who reviewed. Reviews make an authors day:D

morwen24I'm glad you had chill bumps, reading through it sometimes I wonder how I do it :D Thanks for your vote of confidence too, I'm not really sure where I'm going with it to be honest lol. I hate it too when people don't check their grammer and spelling, it really can ruin a story. If you see something that's still not quite right make sure to let me know so I can sort it! Thanks again:D

Lightning RainOh of course, they don't really care for Harry, or hadn't you noticed that lol. You wait till next chapter, we find out just HOW wrong they have gone. Harry's Blood-father is extreamly annoyed and we'll see that too in a few chapters. And as you see Harry has got out of there, only it wasn't his doing. Abdukrahman is of course going to have his hands full with Harry Potter as his Blood-son (Evil grin)

MoonjavaAs requested a new chapter -) sorry it's been a while, my muse has been absent for a while on this one.

BlackRaven13Wow I got a review from BlackRaven13! I'm so proud! Sorry for making you so sad and teary, I only hope I can do the same in later chapters ;-) Thanks for saying it's a unique story, I was searching for ages for a decent Vampite!Harry story without success, so I wrote one. I'm glad it's going down so well with everyone. Gotta say I love your works too.

RaskaniiSorry for making you cry, don't worry, I'll do my best to do it again. And of course I'm going to make Harry suffer, I'm the Author and I have an Evil!Muse! Actually it needs a name...

OK, I got a competition. I want to have a vote on what my Evil Muse should be called. Also should I do a Yahoo Group for this? If people say Yes I will do one, I know I never used to review on until I became an author, so do people think they will review better on Yahoo rather than here or not?

Feedback people!

Thanks again, and sorry for leaving you there. I know this chapter was shorter than the others (half the size!) but I had to end it there. Let me know peeps. Byeeeeeeee!