Author's Notes: Hey again. I love you peeps for reading this; I just wanted to let you know that. I don't tell you sometimes when I should. I love to write, and so reading what you have to say about it makes me really happy. Even knowing that someone could be reading is an awesome feeling.

So... Sorry about that cornfest. I don't own the Harry Potter series or related plot lines or whatever... I own just this story. Hope you like!

Harry slowly gathered his sheets up on his lap and stared at Rebecca in surprise. Not that he should be surprised. He'd known she'd be back all along. Still... Something about her pale face, the taut, beautiful line of her neck, looked so different than he'd remembered it. More perfect than even in his dream. And she'd come back to find him.

"How'd you find me?" he asked smoothly and unnaccusingly.

She shrugged. "I dunno... I just knew..."

Rebecca looked so fragile and breakable. It was pathetic, really. Harry didn't want this for her. He wanted her to be strong. "Come here," he murmured, and she walked to him submissively. "I missed you too." His light breath fluttered the loose strands of chestnut hair that hung beside him.

"I'm sorry about what I said about you. I know you're not--"

"I know."

"It was just a mistake. A harmless mistake. It will never happen again."

"Exactly."

"And... Harry, I feel so terrible..."

"Why?"

"I--I told someone about what happened."

He recoiled from her angrily. "What? Who?"

"Dumbledore."

Harry got up suddenly and moved further away from her, wrapping the gray sheets around him more tightly. He should have seen this coming all along. Rebecca couldn't have just kept such a thing to herself. "When?"

"Two days ago. I never--"

"What did he say?"

"That he was going to look for you. That he would... That he would do whatever it took to stop you." Her voice shook with fear. "I know I shouldn't have said anything; that's why I came to warn you. We need to get out of here. It's only a matter of time before he finds you here."

Harry was silent for a few long moments. "Fine. We'll leave. I'll just wake up Hermione..."

"She's here?"

"Yes."

Rebecca's eyes darted out towards the door behind her. "Oh, well, everyone thought you'd killed her."

"Of course not," he spat. But suddenly he stopped in his tracks. "How did you find me again?"

"I dunno... I just... followed your footprints."

A suspicion was creeping deep into Harry's mind. Glaring at Rebecca, he threw on some clothes quickly and ran into the next room, where Hermione was breathing calmly, wrapped in a furry blanket herself. He nudged her sleeping form with his worn down shoe, but she didn't move. There couldn't be a worse time for her to be sleeping in. They needed to get out of there, and fast.

"Hermione," he said forcefully.

"What?" Her voice was muffled through the pillow her face was nestled in.

"Dumbledore is here. We need to make a run for it."

"Dumbledore?" Suddenly her eyes were alert and intelligent. "He knows, does he?" Harry nodded. "You're right. But where do we go?"

"I dunno. We'll find someplace. Anywhere but here."

Hermione nodded, and quickly got to her feet, her black nightdress making swishy noises every time she moved. She grabbed his arm as they entered the next room, but she stopped walking and her face took on a primitive grimace when she found herself facing Rebecca's frightened form.

"Why is she here?"

"She's trying to trick us to walk right into Dumbledore's trap," Harry explained, glaring at her. "Where is he waiting for us, Rebecca?" She shook her head, tears beginning to spill freely down her cheeks. His hands latched themselves harshly to her forearms, and he shook her. "Tell us, or I'll kill you," he told her, his voice steely and unfeeling. But goddammit, he still loved her. Hoping that he looked scary and not soft, he slapped her so hard that she fell to her knees in front of him. "I'm not afraid of killing anymore." It was a lie, but an intimidating one at least.

Rebecca's tear-streaked face looked up at his desperately. "He's waiting just outside the door," she confessed finally, "and he has a stake and I don't know what else. He plans to kill you."

"What time is it?"

She shook her head.

"What. Time. Is. It?" he asked coldly.

"Maybe four or so," she whispered.

"P.m.?"

Rebecca nodded.

"Shit," Harry breathed. "Okay, so we need something to cover us up and then we'll just sort of... run..."

"We could just take our sheets, right?"

"Yeah. Let's do it." Almost with thinking, Harry punched a hole into the side of the Shack, barely feeling the bloody splinters and cracks that appeared along his knuckles, and, grabbing Rebecca, wrapped his sheet around him and shoved through the thin wood wall out onto the roof. Hermione's footsteps followed behind. Dumbledore's voice could be heard over the roar of blood that pounded in his head. For a brief moment he was afraid of leaping off the roof, but he swallowed the human impulse quickly and jumped without hesitation. He landed with a loud thump, and Rebecca immediately became limp in his arms. But she felt like she weighed nothing as he glided over the ground, the Shack soon becoming a distant memory. He could see through the sheet enough to make his way through the Forbidden Forest, coming to rest after hours of running under a large, shady tree, feeling protected enough to take the sheet off his head.

He tugged it off impatiently, relieved to get the sweaty, sticky fabric off of his skin, and Hermione pulled off her blanket in turn, her hair mussed and her black dress twisted around her body in the strangest way. Rebecca was still out cold, lying on the ground beside them. Harry watched her with anger. She'd betrayed him. All this time, he'd believed in her honestly and loyalty, and she'd betrayed him. He was going to make sure that never happened again. Grabbing her furiously, he pulled her close to him.

"Harry, what're you doing?" Hermione asked, her voice distant.

"What I should have done in the first place." Harry took a deep breath and bit into Rebecca's neck skillfully. Oh, he'd forgotten how good she tasted. The acrid, metallic taste of her blood filled his mouth, filled his whole being, and he drank every drop that came to his lips, his anger fueling his intense, immediate hunger. Beneath him, Rebecca was stirring, but he shoved her down. She would not stop him this time. Nothing could stop him this time. Harry smiled to himself. This what he'd been waiting for all this time. But this time, he wasn't going to make her one of his own. Oh no... She didn't deserve that. He was going to kill her. It was what he should have done in the first place. The stupid bitch didn't know where her loyalties lied. And in the fleeting moments she had left she would regret what she'd done to him. There was no doubt in his mind about that.

She moaned quietly, her thin, weak hands pushing against his chest in resistance, and it only made Harry more angry. This was what she deserved, after all. Rebecca should just accept what was coming to her. After all that she'd done, anything else would be be wrong. Unfair to the rest of humanity. So he bit down harder. But it was then that he realized that she wasn't pushing him away at all. In fact, her arms wrapped around the back of his neck and forced his teeth further in, and the moans she had been making had turned into laughter. He pulled away in surprise, although he was still maddeningly hungry.

"Harry, thank God you're finishing the job," she whispered, her lips pale and cracked, but still smiling. "I've been waiting for you for so long to finish."

"What?" he mumbled, disbelievingly.

Rebecca laughed, coughing up a little blood. "Finish. I know I play hard to get sometimes, but all along I've really wanted this." Her eyes widened. "To be like you are. Powerful. Sexy." Her arms wrapped tighter around him. "So do it." She kissed him slowly, sensuously, and Harry shuddered with elation. Something about her was so hypnotizing, even in this state.

Now he was smiling too as he bit her again, this time in no hurry. There wasn't much left in her, and now she was helping him as much as she could. But it was time for him to stop. He pulled away, and somehow he knew that she was aware of what she needed to do next, just like she always knew exactly what to do at school. Her teeth sank into his open chest, and she bit him quickly, tantalizingly licking the blood as it poured out of him. After a few moments, he shoved her away, knowing that if she took too much, their balance of power would be thrown off. Rebecca licked her lips as she watched him button up his shirt all the way, and rested against the tree that was behind them.

Harry studied her change. She did seem better and stronger. Her beauty was undimished. As a matter of fact, her porceilain white skin was gorgeous in contrast with her deep red lips. What she had done was forgotten immediately. It was too late to be angry with her. She was a part of him now, and always would be. Her faults, her imperfections... All of it was his, and he loved every bit of it. Rebecca smiled at him slowly, knowing how she was affecting him. He sat down beside her.

Hermione glared dejectedly at them both. "Happy now?"

"Yes," Harry mumured, grinning to himself and licking his lips. "But don't worry, there's enough of me to go around."

Night had long since fallen on the Forbidden Forest. Not that Harry could tell by looking at it. But the three recently initiated vampires sensed it in their veins. They were surprisingly comfortable, considering they were in a dark forest in which anything could be lurking. And Harry, for one, had never been so satisfied in his whole life.

The girls had fallen asleep from exhaustion hours ago. It had been a trying day for both of them, to be sure. Harry, on the other hand, felt as awake as ever. He was sure he couldn't sleep if he tried. So he'd gone to scour the forest for prospects at food to bring back to that tree for when they woke up. If Rebecca was as whiny as Hermione when she was hungry, it could be seriously trying on his sanity. His footsteps sounded loud in the night, but so far, nothing had woken up to meet him. And in a way, he wished something would. He was bored out of his mind after wandering around for this long and not finding anything. Anything would be a welcome entertainment at this point.

A low groaning noise carried over the silence, and Harry perked up with excitement. There was something out here in the darkness after all. He moved towards the noise, hoping that his improved nighttime vision would help him spot whatever it was. But he couldn't see anything. The thing was keeping itself well-hidden. He took another couple of steps towards it hopefully, and was thrown back by a large, claw-like hand.

"Oof," Harry moaned as he landed hard on his butt.

"Harry Potter," a deep inhuman voice growled menacingly.

His eyes widened in shock. "Yes?"

"We summon you to come with us to our meetingplace."

"Who are you?" Harry asked a bit shakily. "And where is your home?"

A tall, dark figure stepped out into the sliver of moonlight, and Harry could just recognize the long, silver teeth and shining red eyes from his dream. "We believe you already know that, Brother."