Dislcaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

A/N I did say I was going fantasy on this story, so ... you know I wanred ya earlier. It's not what I do normally, I'm not a fantasy writer but.. eh we'll see if I can pull this off. Thank you to all who reviewed and asked for this new chapter, I had all your names to thank but then my comp spazzed on me and I'm to lazy to redo it allx.x But thank you very much for letting me know this story was worth continueing, I apreciate every one of your reviews.

"Harry, I want you to go and ask the kitchen to prepare a feast for tomorrow night. I have a guest coming over." Eveshka said to him, laying down on her bed as she dismissed him with one look of her dark eyes after feeding on him.

"Who?" Harry asked, normally comfortable around Eveshka enough to ask her these things.

But Eveshka seemed to be in a strictly no talking mood, because she gave him a dark glare, her eyes flashing a brighter mahogany dangerously. "It does not concern you, Harry." She spoke his name with a bite to it, and he knew right then and there to get out of the room and leave the vampire alone.

Harry left the room, a little light headed as Eveshka had taken his blood for her meal that night, she always said his blood tasted the best, and walked down the corridor to the staircase. He would have to travel a few stone flights before he arrived at the big kitchen, but it was worth it if he got to see somewhere that was not Eveshka's or his own room.

All his life Harry had been told he was scum, unimportant, lower then any other race, and all because his mother happened to come from a human family. No doubt she'd been a bright witch, and no doubt his father had been a talented wizard, but the Potter line was tainted with human blood.

And that was all the vampires needed to know, Harry would have had more status being a rather powerful wizard himself had it not been for his blood, but he didn't hold it against anyone. It was the way things were that needed to be changed.

In Lashark, Harry's home, everything was ruled by the vampires. They made the rules, they said what would happen. True they were vulnerable during the day, but the witches helped protect them from harm. Vampires had their own feuds, and humans were pretty much left out of it.

Humans were slaves, meant to work for everybody else. Harry was Eveshka's slave but she kept him near her greedily, wanting his power for no one but her own use. If Harry had been a full blooded wizard, he was sure he'd be one of those who helped run things for the vampires.

Sadly he was stuck with having to be around Eveshka most of the time during the night. Harry longed for what little freedom he used to have, back at the school Hogwarts, but how could he leave Eveshka? She was the family he'd been denied when the Vampire Lord killed them for 'daring to procreate.'

Eveshka had paid for his education, he'd never faltered from her. 'Yes you did, remember Malfoy?' Harry's stupid mind reminded him and Harry blocked out the memory again. He didn't like to think of Malfoy, he'd get that damn ache in his chest again.

Eveshka disliked it greatly when he thought someone was more important then her to him, and Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley were such people. 'Hermione and Ron.' Harry thought wistfully, he hadn't seen the pair since his last days of Hogwarts, well Hermione's last days as well.

Harry had not been allowed to continue in Hogwarts to learn more of his craft because he was considered human. He had left the school to go back to Eveshka, who kept him cooped up on one floor of her mansion.

When Harry reached the big kitchen after many flights of stairs, tapestries, and paintings, he walked into the kitchen to find one the cooks glaring at him with a sneer. "What does the pet want?" the man asked harshly.

Harry was known as 'the pet' to the humans who worked in Eveshka's estates. He wasn't a human to them; he was a wizard who was privileged greatly and spoiled by Eveshka. It was far from the truth, Eveshka used him for potions, dark spells, and feeding, she didn't seem to have any fondness for him at all.

She made it known Harry was hers, and no one else could have him. Harry wasn't allowed to show feelings for anyone who wasn't Eveshka, which lately wasn't all that hard because she was all he ever saw now.

"I was sent to tell you Eveshka wants a feast for tomorrow, she has guests." Harry said and the cook rolled his eyes.

"Her guests are here already, I'm not that stupid that I would not know when to prepare a feast. Now go tell Eveshka it's all planned out, pet, and get out of my kitchen!" the man said, walking away from Harry to scold someone preparing a steak.

"Don't have to be so rude to me." Harry muttered under his breath, leaving the hot kitchen for the cool corridor. Eveshka wouldn't want him wandering the Mansion, she'd want him right back in his room seeing as she didn't want him in her room.

Harry sighed, brushed a fly away from his face, and walked back up the flights of stairs until he saw someone he'd never wanted to see againfor the rest of his life. Draco Malfoy along with his friends, or bodyguards Crabbe and Goyle, standing there in front of a few of the guest rooms.

The shapeshifter Eveshka trusted with running the slaves was showing them to the guestrooms, and Harry could see the flight of stairs he needed to get to were across the hall. Harry would have to pass them to get to his room.

It was bad enough Harry hated Nikolai the shapeshifter, but he really didn't want Malfoy seeing him like this, in his tattered slave clothes that revealed more skin then normal clothes should be allowed to show.

Harry walked as silently as possible past them, but Nikolai sensed him, turning around and smirking at Harry with his red lips and yellow hawks eyes. "Oh look, it's Eveshka's pet." he said cruelly, and all three of the wizards turned around, only Malfoy's grey eyes opening wide with recognition.

Harry sighed, knowing what a sight he had to be. His dark red shirt covered the top half of his torso, showing a wide amount of belly and tattered strings of cloth covering his belly barely. His pants had cuts and tares all over the place, from being worn for most of the year, the black colouring of his pants had all but faded to grey. His feet were bare, as he never wore shoes, and his arms were bare as well, showing off the tattoo of Eveshka's symbol she had made him wear to show she owned him.

"I don't want to talk to you right now, leave me alone." Harry said, walking closer to them and trying to skirt around them before Nikolai shoved him up against the hard stone of the wall beside him. The stone scrapped his body and he winced with pain, wishing his shirt hadn't gotten tattered in the courtyard last week by that bushel of growing thorns.

"You will greet our guests with respect, pet; do not forget your place." Nikolai said, his hot breath breathing down Harry's neck. Nikolai took Harry by the scruff of his shirt at the back and forced him into a bow before the three.

Harry looked at the floor, his black hair falling down to his face from the other wizards, feeling very disgraced that he had to act like a human to his own kind. Harry spoke generously though, so Nikolai would let him go and leave him be.

"Welcome to my master's home wizards, may it be a peaceful and calm stay you have." Harry spoke sweetly, wondering what Malfoy's expression was, at seeing a wizard more powerful them him having to bow down to him like a human. Then again that's all Harry was to them, a human.

"Thank you." he heard Malfoy's voice say, before Nikolai let go of Harry's shirt and pushed him towards the staircase. Harry didn't even get to see Draco Malfoy's face as he scurried away; fearing Nikolai would hurt him again if he dared steal a look at the wizards.

"Sorry about that, Eveshka spoils him to much, allows him to run wild." Nikolai said as Harry disappeared up the stairs, saying it loud enough to reach Harry's ears. Harry stopped once he knew he was out of sight and listened in on what they were saying.

"Indeed." Malfoy responded, and Harry really ached to see his face again, but knew one thing, where Eveshka would knock him out for daring to disobey her, Nikolai would rape him without a second thought. So Harry saved his skin and ran up the flight of stairs to his room.

His room was on the top floor, it was the only room there but it was not the attic. It was occupied by Eveshka's personal slave until they died and another came to occupy the room. Harry opened the small door and walked into it.

It was sparsely furnished: a small bed in the corner of his room with a small window over looking over Eveshka's estates. He had a small closet that had old tattered robes and another pair of clothing that was in worse repair then the ones he was wearing right now. Eveshka would not get him new clothes until she felt he needed new clothes, and he personally hoped that would be soon because he was fed up with his tatters.

Harry sat down on the floor beside his small fireplace that needed to be relit and looked at one of his few books scattered on the floor. Maybe he could find a potion that made him invisible. Because he really didn't want to be seen my Malfoy like this.

He was no better then a human. But that was the problem wasn't it? He wondered if there was a bloody place where it would be okay to have human blood, but knew that was foolish hopes. Humans had been born inferior.

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