My first HP fic! I enjoyed writing up the first chappie of this story and hope you enjoy it as well.

Chapter One- The Ritual

Harry groaned as he came to consciousness. Where was he? Opening his eyes, he saw that he was bound to a stone slab that was in the middle of a circle of candles. The setup somewhat reminded Harry of the Voldemort Revival Ritual in his fourth year.

Shadowy movement drew the teenager's attention and he focused on them. He recognized them as Death Eaters. His emerald eyes widened. He was begginning to recall how he came to be in his present situation:

FLASHBACK

Harry strolled along Rose Thorn Circle, preoccupied with thoughts of the previous year. His godfather was dead, a fact that Harry was finally coming to terms with. It didn't lessened the sting of the loss, though. He wondered when he would get over it.

The sound of robes swooshing drew his attention and he looked about wildly, expecting Dementors to swoop down on him at any minute. Several minutes passed before Harry was convinced that he was in no danger. A fact that would please the Order when he next wrote to them.

"STUPEFY!"

The sound of several voices startled him greatly. Even more startling was the voices casting a stunning spell. They were Death Eaters! The blasts caught the boy squarely in the back and he fell into unconsciousness.

END FLASHBACK

Harry pulled at the bonds that held him down, but it was no use. Next, he tried twisting his wrists, hoping to loosen the binds.

"Give up, boy," a Death Eater hissed. "We've made absolutely sure that you will not escape. Our Lord has great plans for you."

"Yeah?" Harry retorted, trying to sound brave. "What kind of ritual is he planning to use me in?"

"You're not being used," a dark voice hissed. "You're the one the ritual is for." The owner of the voice stepped into the candlelight and Harry saw the blood-red eyes of Voldemort.

Harry twisted and wrenched his body around, trying to pull loose and get away as the dark lord entered the circle. Voldemort smirked at the boy's futile attempts. The plan was foolproof. Harry Potter would soon be his.

Grasping Harry's head, he tilted it to one side, revealing the smooth unscarred skin of his neck. He licked his lips in anticipation. Slowly, he lowered his mouth and licked at the boy's skin causing him to moan at the feeling. Voldemort felt aroused at his victim's response, but restrained himself.

There would be plenty of time to tease the boy later. He smirked before plunging a pair of fangs harshly into the neck, eliciting a scream from his victim.

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Harry moaned as Voldemort's tongue slide over his skin. He hated the way it felt and yet it felt so good. He felt slightly disappointed when it stopped, however, that feeling evaporated when two sharp somethings pierced his flesh. He screamed in pain and realization dawned on him: Voldemort was a vampire! He was going to die!

'You're not being used. You're the one the ritual is for,' Voldemort's words rang in his memory and he was confused. Why was Voldemort performing a ritual for him when it was he that was sucking blood from him?

The fangs withdrew and Harry groaned from blood loss and his sore throat. He heard flesh being ripped before a bloody wrist was held in front of him.

"Drink," Voldemort commanded.

Harry turned his head away from the wrist, finally understanding what was happening. No way was he going to allow Voldemort to make him a vampire!

"Drink."

"Never!"

Voldemort growled as he pulled Harry's head forward and pried his mouth open before shoving the open wound into it. The red liquid dripped into Harry's mouth and down his throat. The boy wanted to spit out the blood, but the wrist effectively prevented that, so he had no choice but to swallow. The blood tasted horrible at first, but by the second swallow, his right hand had broken it's bond and had grabbed hold of the wrist so he could drink in earnest.

"Enough." Voldemort's deep voice made Harry snap out of his lust. He released the wrist and gasped at what he had done.

"Did you like that, Harry?" Voldemort's voice whispered in his ear.

"No."

"Don't lie. I know you enjoyed drinking my blood. As such, that makes you my heir and you will do as I ask."

"Over my dead body."

Voldemort laughed. "Dear, dear Harry. It's too late for that. You're already dead."

Harry squeezed his eyes shut. "No," he moaned as the dark lord continued to laugh for a bit longer before stopping.

"Malfoy, see young Harry to his room. He'll need some time to adjust to his new lifestyle."

"Yes, Master." Undoing Harry's binds, Lucius grabbed the young vampire by the back of his shirt and dragged him to the room that he would spend the rest of the summer in.

Well, that's the first chapter.

Harry: You made me Voldemort's heir as well as a vampire!

YKM: Yeah, that was kind of the point.

Harry: The point?

YKM: You'll see as the story progresses. BTW, if you liked the story so far, I suggest checking out other HP fics by an author called RubyMoon-Snape. I've read the HP pieces listed and enjoyed very much.