Chapter 9
(God i have done 9 chapters)
They took her back to Draco's room. The dark drab place in which she had lived for the last 3 day. Draco carried her over to the bed and she looked at him enquiringly as if to ask why she could not walk herself. After all she was capable. Draco laid her down and covered her up.
" Sleep you need the rest. When you wake up you will be transformed and then your change will be complete."
Harry walked to the bed and sat at the end. She had been sired, by choice it may seem. Why did Draco have to do that, why did he even have to try and persuade her. Harry was perfectly capable himself of siring someone but he left it to their choice. Mostly because of the fact he was sired by force when he was just a baby.
At least it was her choice, what more could Harry ask for now. As babies Harry and Draco had been stolen by members of Voldemorts harem. Of course he who must not be named had nothing to do with it. He hated Harry, Draco was another matter. When James and lucius had become close after the death of both their partners James had forgotten Harry like a bad memory. Lucius fussed over Draco and James joined in as if Harry weren't there. Draco had the biggest room and Harry was discarded. 1 meal a day and the company of one kind house elf was all he lived on for 3 years one day he became so hungry he attacked the elf; this made him more ravenous than ever. Hearing the screams of Draco as he entered the room the three others were sitting in. Harris shirt was covered in blood and his fangs were dripping.
Overpowered by hunger. Biting down into James and feeling the warm rush of death that came upon him, he embraced it. Killing not leaving a drop of blood in his body. The lucius, he wanted him to pay for everything he had done. Taking away the only connexion he had with his past, so he bit. Slowly at first slashing at the veins not stopping until the last breath left his body. The blood on the floor had dyed the bottom of his blonde hair a fiery red.
Then he lay in the puddle between the two bodies his father and father. Listening to Draco's whimpers from the corner. What had he done and what would he do now.
The only thing he could remember after that was black eyes and black hair staring at him whilst he sat In his straight jacket. The endless sedation and white padded cell.