Disclamier: Sorry I forgot about this before, just to make is clear, none of thecharecters belong to me but to thefabulous J.K. Rowling, except ? that is.

As Harry slowly woke and stalked over to the mirror he was startled by the immediate changes he could already see. "Wow" was all that he was able to get through as he noticed his new changes. Midnight black, almost silk like in appearance, hair falling to his waist, hard lithe muscles, covered in silky alabaster skin, eyes of the darkest forest green speckled here and their with blood red flacks, and a quite obvious growth in stature going from a tiny 5 feet 4 inches to a quite prominent 6 feet and 2 inches.

"I think I might even trump Ron now" he laughed nervously still staring at the mirror transfixed. "We'll, at very least they go with my new change" Harry mumbled remembering the change in appearance he had decided to get, and since he was getting the last weak of summer vacation off from the Dearsleys to buy his school supplies, had decided to what until today to commence his change, since what better place to turn to a goth style than the metropolitan of magic?

Suddenly a shout from down stairs drifted up the stairs "Get down here right know boy!" Harry heard surprising himself with his sudden instinct to hiss and bear his fangs. "What was that about?" he whispers as he slowly walks over to his clothing cabinet with new grace. "Must be because of the vampire thing" he responds to himself.

Up till now he had been ok with the vampiric changes occurring in his body, in reality, enjoy them quite a bit. But when suddenly a cylinder of shadow reached over from the shadow cast by his bed post to pick up the shirt that he had bin bending down to pick up, he was more than a bit shocked.

"What the hell was that!" was all that he managed to say, trying to avoid the shadow hand that kept trying to hand him the shirt. Running down the stairs he was meet with three pairs of angry eyes until the Dursleys themselves took in Harrys new changes and continued to lick their lips.

"What are you guys doing?" Harry asked in a shaky voice starting to get a little disturbed, as three bodies slowly started to press him into a corner.

"Harry, did I ever tell you how beautiful you are" Petunia asked with a sickening lusty smile. "You know I always regretted not giving you the motherly affection you deserved will growing up, why don't you come here and give Mama a big hug?" she asked with the most lust filled look he could ever remember seeing, even after spending 6 years living with a group of hormone driven teenagers.

"Guys, your starting to scar me" Harry whimpered completely repulsed by his aunts advances, and about to try to run in the other direction but then finding it blocked with Petunias sickening body as she suddenly foresaw his intentions and jumped in his way. Starting to get worried Harry screamed "get away from me!" getting ready to just plow write through the three salivating bodies when suddenly two scythe sharp blades of shadow sprung up from the twin lamp shadows blocking him from his family.

Abruptly startled from their lust filled insanity the three, upon seeing the two shadow blades glinting menacingly, and all the shadows in the house starting to flicker, inching toward them, screamed in complete terror. Overwhelmed with fright the three ran toward the door whimpering pitifully every time they where tripped, which was numerous times, by shadow hands springing up from the floor until they reached the safety of their car.

Startled out of his daze by the cars sudden screech as his last remaining family members razed from their own house completely terrified by their nephew new "freakiness." "What happened to me?" was all that Harry managed, trying to shake the pitch black covering his eye-sight. "Must be the vampire thing again" Harry mumbled with a new indifferences, only possible by someone who had just had half of his heart frozen only ever to reawaken again in the presence of its mate, crawling back up the steps to take a shower.

Walking out of the house that he had hated all his life for the last time, Harry suddenly turned around and with a sudden indifferent "hugh" he left, never looking back.

30 minutes later at the intersection of Nockturn ally and Diagon ally

"We'll" Harry mumbled to himself, " I could go to Diagon ally, by just my school supplies, talk to the nice shopping attendants, and be a relatively good boy, OR, I could fallow my new destiny, mark my new path, and fallow the corridor plagued by my true element, my new me" Without a second though Harry swiveled around on his heel and marched boldly forward into Nockturn ally ignoring the gasps of those he entered with, as they saw him leave, acknowledging them only with a subtle sneer.

Almost immediately engulfed in the alleys own shadow Harry casually picked around the stores for an hour or two, after having bought his school supplies in nockturn ally for a change, quite a bit disappointed. "All that talk about this place and so far the CLOSETS thing I have seen related even close to dark magic are a pair of crushed werewolf fangs, plea-ease!"

The words, and accompanying smirk, suddenly dies on Harry's tongue upon seeing a store that he had yet to enter, one at the complete end of ally, as far from the light as possible.

"We'll this seems a bit interesting" Harry mumbled entering the store to the ringing of a bell. "Wow" was all that he got out upon seeing all the bleeding books, rooting body parts, and dark materials, before being faced by a very beautiful dark women.

"Is there anything that I can help you with" the women asked in a slightly condescending tone with a slight Transylvanian accent. "Yes, as a matter of fact their is, I would like to purchase a few things, a few dark things."

"Boy you have no idea where you are, and let me assure you there are no simple "dark things" in these store..." the women suddenly stopped upon seeing the scar on Harry forehead and recognizing "the boy" as the one and only Harry Potter.

"It is an honor sir" the women said, finishing by gulping.

Noticing the women sudden change of persona, Harry was a bit disappointed hoping that he had finale found a place where just because of his scar he was not immediately categorized as something to be revered.

"Please do not do that, and if you can help me I will leave"

Suddenly with new life the women grabbed Harry by the arm while he was retreating to the door "Please stay!" "This store has much to offer to you!"

Surprised by the women attitude and still intrigued by the store, Harry agreed to stay and commenced to walk around the store, the women constantly right behind him, but interested upon seeing the names of some of the books.

"How to manipulate shadow to your will," "How to use you parseltouge ability to your advantage," "Evoking spirits to do your will" Harry skimmed lazily noticing to his surprise that most of the books here had been written by none other than the legendary Salazar Slytherin himself.

Moving on to the displaces, Harry was more than a little put off when the women attendant came out of the store room and handed him an ancient looking box with all these weird symbols written all over it.

"This is for you" the attendant whispered shakily. "What do you mean this is for me, I haven't asked for anything, and as far as I can remember I have never come to this store before in my life. "

"The contents in this books have been saved in my family for centuries, waiting for you"

Mildly interested Harry started to examine the books more closely and suddenly felt the strangest aura coming of it"

"Fine I'll take it" was all he said before waking out, box in hand, and heading for the leaky cauldron, mildly interested.

40 minutes later

Finally at the doors of the leaky cauldron Harry stopped for a moment finding the box more interesting moment after moment, noticing another of its interesting quirks, finding many along the way, noticing how the dark aura it was projecting veered away from any sore of light, compacting within itself ever since he had left nockturn ally."

"We'll that's inter..." is all that Harry got out before he was overcome with the most intoxicating smell he thought that he had ever smelled in his life, the sweet smell of butterscotch and the gentle smell of vanilla, literarily emanating warmth.

Suddenly overcome with the urge to find where the smell had come from, Harry frantically turned in every direction, but being majorly frustrated with the fact that the scent was getting weaker and weaker.

Suddenly hit with the realization with what he had just done, and surprised by the fact that he had been that affected, noticing that after he had transformed he had progressively had trouble showing any emotion.

"Strange" Harry whisper before heading into the Leaky Cauldron, getting ready to face the ancient objects an magic he just new the box held.

? point of view

Waking by the Leaky Cauldron ? mumbled "cute" to himself upon spotting the extremely handsome boy standing at the door of the leaky cauldron with an old looking box in hand, before hurry after the group of new students he had been trying to befriend for a while, being hard as they where being distant and mean.

"Maybe I'll see him at school?" was all he managed to think before tripping on his own shoes hearing a defenet crack in his arm and obnoxious laughter before passing out from the fall...

Next - Draco first moments after transforming and his first glimps at his "mate"!