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A/N okay this is finally beta'd took two weeks but it got done! It's the same thing so.. basically just being reposted. Thank you to those who reviewed:P

Draco looked around the room he had been shown by the shapeshifter with dark black hair and gleaming yellow eyes. Draco was sure the man was a Raven, but he didn't really care. It was enough to try and do his first assignment for the Vampire Lord and get Eveshka to join the court again when she had left almost a century ago.

Draco sat down on the bed, its blue hangings tied to oak posts with big gold threads. 'I wonder if Potter gets this same treatment.' he asked himself, but from what he saw of Potter's clothes, they were in tatters, he doubted that Potter was treated well.

Not that he cared; humans in his own home always went about looking like that. But for Harry Potter to show up in Eveshka's home, looking like he was some… pet, was rather disturbing to Draco to say the least.

Well Draco couldn't be bothered with thinking much more on it. Eveshka was known for having a temper, and he wanted to be on her good graces for the rest of his stay.

Harry had just started a fire in his small fire place, looking at the few books on his floor, when Eveshka knocked on his door. Harry knew it didn't matter if he wanted her in or not, she'd let herself in anyways.

"What is it Eveshka?" Harry asked, not looking away from the flames dancing orange and red across his vision.

"Harry, you do know that's not how you're to address me." she said, sitting down beside him and pulling him into her embrace. He listened to her heart that was beating. He knew she'd died years ago, but the fact her heart still could beat amazed him in an odd way.

"I don't care." Harry replied, wondering if that comment would get him a smack across the face. When it didn't come he looked up into her face and saw her dark mahogany eyes watching him intently.

"I know, but in front of Nikolai it would be a good idea if you started acting the way any human would around a vampire. I've been noticing a change in his reactions to your presence and I dislike it, very much." she said and Harry nodded, knowing how right she was.

When Nikolai had first come to Eveshka's estates he'd been respectful to Eveshka, and cruel to Harry. That had been expected of him, but now he was trying to take charge of Harry as if he were his own personal pet. Eveshka wasn't going to let anyone else but herself boss Harry around, he was hers.

"Fine… But I don't like it." Harry responded, relaxing in her arms. Harry had been very young when Eveshka took him in; actually it was more like she bought him from the Vampire Lord, promising she would keep him in his place.

Harry never asked but he was sure that the Vampire Lord was afraid of Harry because of what his parents had done to defy the Vampire's laws. He wasn't too sure why this was but he had a feeling the only reason he had not been killed was because of Eveshka.

Harry had been only two years old the day he first set sights on the red-haired, tall, and deathly pale vampire.

Harry remembered thinking she might be a goddess, as her beauty suggested, but later he found out she was no such thing. It had only been a week after his parents were killed, and he remembered being so confused at why he couldn't go back to his mother, and he had to go with this otherworldly creature.

Harry had asked Eveshka why humans were lower many times, and each time the answer left a bad taste in his mouth. 'Harry, it is simple. Humans are the only thing that a vampire can drink blood from, so therefore, as our food, anyone with human blood is no better then the cattle the witches use for meat.' It wasn't the nicest thing to be told you're cattle, but Harry had long gotten used to it.

Many others believed that was true, and there had been many times when Harry got into a nasty place with Nikolai, who was one of those who would just love to torture a human.

Harry didn't remember his mother that well, but sometimes when Eveshka had her arms wrapped around him he could almost imagine her dark red curls turned straight, and her eyes turned a bright green not unlike his own.

Harry knew the witches had been furious to know that the Potter line had been tainted with human blood, but it was the Vampire Lord himself that wanted them dead for going against the law that a pureblooded wizard or witch and a human born one were not to have children. The law itself was ridiculous, and the only reason his parents had died was so it kept the witches in check.

If Harry was able to, he'd leave Eveshka right this minute to find that Vampire and kill him, or die trying. But Eveshka would never allow that, and for some reason, Harry couldn't think of any other life where she wasn't in it. Maybe he more fond of her then he acknowledged, but it didn't matter in the end. It never did.

Harry sighed and pulled away from the vampire, staring at her mauve necklace. It would gleam dark purple in the light but seeing as the light wasn't bright enough to touch the gem it stayed a black colour on her elegant neck.

"What did you want?" Harry asked, gingerly picking up a book and flipping through its pages mindlessly.

"I am certain you met our guests." Eveshka replied, her tone a little a little more snide then it had been, as if she had just calmed down and was getting herself worked up again. Harry just shrugged and leaned back on her arm.

"Yes, I did. Should it matter to me? They're your guests." Harry said carefully, knowing full well it mattered a lot to him that Draco Malfoy was in Eveshka's home, his home. But what could he do about it?

"Don't lie to me, Harry." Eveshka said, chuckling as she picked up a strand of his clothes. "It is time for me to get you some new clothes I think. I suspect you'll want something dark in colour as usual." Eveshka commented, letting the frayed string drop out of her hands.

Harry nodded, rather glad he might actually get to wear something that covers his body. His face did not light up at Eveshka's announcment, but he leaned in closer to her to show he was happy with 'her decision.'

"Is that what you wanted to tell me?" Harry asked her, wondering if she was really just trying to get off the topic of what she wanted to say. Sometimes Eveshka would plan on telling Harry something but then get so angry about it she wouldn't even mention it to him.

"Harry." Eveshka said warningly, and then she shifted so Harry fell down to the floor from using her as support for his body. She looked down at him as he laid on the floor, the wooden boards digging into his back.

"Do you know why witches are not good food for Vampires?" Eveshka asked and Harry shook his head, he'd never really understood why his blood was okay to drink when he came from a witch's line and his mother was a witch with human blood. To him it was intolerance for humans because they were not as powerful as witches or vampires, or even shapeshifters.

"It's because magic gets into the blood, becomes apart of the blood and can kill a vampire because we don't need magic, we need life. I once drank from a witch, thinking it would empower me, and then I got the worse case of blood poisoning I had ever experienced as a vampire. The magic killed my blood cells, attacked my body because it was not my own." Eveshka explained and Harry looked at her, at a loss for what she was saying.

He didn't even have to ask; Eveshka caught the confusion set on Harry's face and started to explain it better. "Witches blood has their magic in it, something that cannot revive our blood cells. You still have plenty of human blood in you, your family's magic and your own has not set itself into your blood yet, if it ever will. I was human once, I need human blood to fill my veins and sustain my body, not magic."

"So if you were to drink from one of your guests you wouldn't fell better? You'd feel worse? Because of magic…?" Harry said slowly and Eveshka nodded, pushing a hand through his black hair.

"That's right Harry. The magic will course through my blood and destroy it, destroying me as well; I remember it well and have learned from it. Never anger a witch, their blood could kill you if they are pure enough." Eveshka said and Harry looked up at her with a suspicious look.

"Why are you telling me this?" he asked, not sure what the catch was.

"Malfoy came here for a reason, that reason was to get me to go back to the vampire court, I'm sure of that. They've wanted me to come back for awhile. I have a feeling he will make an offer tomorrow night I cannot refuse." Eveshka said and Harry got the idea of what Eveshka was trying to tell him.

If Eveshka went back to the court she'd take Harry with her. In other words he needed to know how to protect himself from other vampires, which he had to admit he didn't know how to do.

"Is there anything else you want, Eveshka?" Harry asked her.

"No, but I want to spend time with you so come with me to my room." Eveshka said and got up off of the floor, Harry following her at a slower pace. 'I wish I had more time to myself.. lately Eveshka's been wanting me in her room all the time. I don't really want to sleep on her bed again.' Harry thought to himself as he left his room.

But deep down inside Harry knew he had no choice but to follow Eveshka, because angering her was not a good idea. So he walked into her room reluctantly for a second time that night.

There was a knock on his door, and Draco looked up from the book he had been reading to see Greg sticking his head through the door. "What do you want?" Draco asked curtly, annoyed at being interrupted.

"Draco, are you sure we have to go through with this? Eveshka will skin us a live if we upset her." Greg said and Draco rolled his eyes at Greg, laughing silently.

"We have an offer she can't refuse; she will not be skinning anyone." Draco said confidently.

"Really, I thought we didn't have any ideas back in the carriage." Greg said stupidly, looking unsure now. Draco growled, he'd thought it up just now and he didn't like being questioned.

"We have one now. Go back to your room Greg." Draco said, wishing he could go back to his book instead of having to deal with these damned questions from his friend. Greg on the other hand stayed back for a little while longer to ask him one more question.

"Draco?"

"What is it Greg?"

"Why was Potter here?"

Draco sighed and put his book down, sending Greg a harsh glare. "He's Eveshka's pet I'm guessing. Why is that of any importance to what we're here to do?" Draco asked in an agitated tone.

Greg shrugged, and looked at Draco. "Wasn't he one of your fuck buddies?" Greg asked and Draco shrugged, not really finding it of much importance.

"Yes, and that matters why?" Draco remembered Harry Potter in bed, he had been one bloody virgin about it, but Draco got sex out of him eventually. Now that Draco thought of it, Harry had been very upset about Draco dropping him for someone else. Draco was used to people falling in love with him, but he was certain Potter had not fallen for him.

Draco believed that because after Draco stopped going to him for sex, he didn't pay him any attention like others did when they fell for him. He didn't send him glances, try to win him back, and had even moved on it seemed. It didn't bother Draco one bit.

"I guess it doesn't, you're not interested in him anymore." Greg replied, starting to edge away from the door and Draco smirked. 'Too true Greg, too true.' Draco thought to himself as he heard his door creak shut again.

Draco went back to reading his book, unaware of the black bird that was soaring away from his window.

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