Wow, five reviews for the first chappie! Awesome. Here's Chapter Two. A bit longer than the last one. Be aware, there is a VERY slight lemon scene. But, it's short.

Chapter Two- Deceptions

Lucius pushed Harry into his room and closed the door behind him. Harry was surprised to see his school trunk and Hedwig in the room and assumed that the dark wizard had somehow retrieved them.

Flopping face-down on his bed, Harry reflected on his horrible fate. He had become a vampire and, as far as he knew, there was no cure. He felt trapped and helpless. No one could help him...wait, the Order! If he wrote to them and told them what happened, surely they would come and rescue him.

Grabbing parchment, ink, and a quill from his trunk he sat at his desk and thought on how to tactfully write about his predicament. He realized that the only way to do so was bluntly. With his thoughts in order, he began to write.

He hadn't gotten far when the door opened and Bellatrix Lestrange entered. "Harry, our Master requ-" she began as she approached the desk. She trailed off and her eyes widened at the greeting line of the letter.

"What do you think you're doing?" she exclaimed. Grabbing the parchment, she marched it and Harry down the stairs and up to Voldemort. She roughly threw Harry to the floor before kneeling before the tall man and held the parchment out to him. Voldemort took the paper and scanned its contents before turning his blood red eyes on his heir.

"What is the meaning of this?" he hissed.

Harry swallowed before saying, "I was given orders to write to them. If I don't respond every three days, they will find me to see why I haven't written."

"I see. In that case," he handed the parchment to Harry. "please continue."

"But Master-" Bellarix protested.

"Silence!" Voldemort held up a hand. Then he turned to Harry. "Go ahead and tell them what's become of you. I wouldn't want them invading my home."

"Thank you." Clutching the paper, Harry retreated to his room to complete his letter. On the way up, Harry thought Voldemort's gentle behavior strange. Of course not wanting the Order to show up wasn't a surprise, but why wasn't he being punished for not showing respect? It could be because he was just turned. Closing his bedroom door, Harry returned to his letter.

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"Master, why are you allowing him to write to them?"

"Because it will keep them from finding our hideout. Plus, Harry is Dumbledore's favorite student. By making the boy my heir, he can guarantee a moment or so alone with that fool. And when that happens, Harry will kill him."

"He will, Master?"

"Yes. I have the rest of the summer to train the boy. By the time the school year begins, Harry will do anything I command him to do."

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Dumbledore read the letter, the twinkle in his eyes gone. He shook his head slowly. "The poor boy," he whispered.

"What is it, Dumbledore?" Remus asked.

"Voldemort's turned Harry into a vampire as well as his heir."

"Not Harry," Moody gasped.

"I'm afraid so. He's begging us to rescue him, but we can't as we do not have the necessary equipment to care for a vampire."

"So, we're going to just leave him there?"

"Yes. Actually, it's perfect." The twinkle returned to his eyes.

"What are you saying, Headmaster?" Snape asked.

"Voldemort most likely will order Harry to kill me. I know that he will not. What I'm proposing is that Harry acts as a spy, just as you are Severus. I will inform Harry to do exactly as Voldemort says, sans certain 'conditions'. In the meantime, as our Potions Master, I ask that you design a remedy for Harry before the term starts."

Snape nodded and began to research vampires in order to create a remedy potion while Dumbledore wrote his response to Harry.

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Harry moaned in pleasure as Voldemort's tongure ran it's way across his neck's skin. The teen hated being used as a type of sex toy, but why did it feel so damn good? The dark wizard pulled back before thrusting his neck in front of Harry's mouth. Harry, reluctantly complied, running his tongue across the pale skin. He was rewarded with a pleasure-filled moan. Feeling aroused (much to his disgust), he closed his eyes as he ran his tongue across the skin even faster and licked with fervor. He felt the neck being pulled away. His aroused feelings controlled his mind and he whimpered for the neck to be presented again. What he got instead, was Voldemort's mouth capturing his.

Snapping open his eyes, he saw Voldemort's eyes were closed in this 'passionate' liplock. The tall vampire's tongure tapped the younger one's lips, demanding entrance. He complied and their tongues had a duel for dominance. Voldemort soon won and he explored every inch of Harry's mouth. Soon, he pulled back, panting slightly. Flashing his fangs in a pleased smile, he said, "All right, my boy, that's enough for tonight. You did well. I'm quite pleased. Now, go to your room."

"Yes, master." Harry got up and headed for his room, his aroused instincts had faded and his feelings of disgust and humilation washed over him. He couldn't believe he let Voldemort do that to him. Worse yet, he even enjoyed it! What got into him? Opening the door, he spied a letter laying on his desk. The Order's letter! Eagerly, he opened it and read through it's contents. He blinked and stared at the letter in disbelief.

Dear Harry,

We are not going to rescue you. We feel it best if you stay where you are. I am well aware of what Voldemort's planning and I ask that you comply with his wishes except for killing when not necessary. You will act as a spy for the Order and tell us what you discovered upon your arrival at school. Good luck to you.

Dumbledore

That was it. The letter arrived on plain parchment, no fancy design or anything. Harry was disappointed. How could they decide to leave him there? How could he attend school, being what he was? However, the idea of playing spy was appealing to him. Of course, he had already decided to listen to Voldemort enought to survive. His "master" as he was ordered to call him, trained him hard the previous night. He was abused if he failed to call Voldemort master or obey a command. By the end of the night, Harry quickly responded correctly and was dismissed for some rest.

Folding the letter, he placed it deep in his trunk. No sooner had he closed the lid, he heard Voldemort call his name. Realizing that his night was not yet over, he dashed down the strairs, approached the older vampire and kneeled before him.

"Yes, Master?" he forced himself to say. He disliked referring to the man as master, but it saved him from being punished.

"Very good, Harry. Very good. I'm having a gathering of my followers right now and I want you to be by my side during the meeting."

"Yes, Master."

Voldemort smiled as he headed for the meeting room with Harry following behind him. He had been correct in choosing the boy for his heir. Yes, there had been difficulties last night, but Harry improved by the end of the night. And the boy was a damn good kisser too. He couldn't wait to see how he performed when he was ready to have sex with the boy. He glanced back at the boy, who kept his eyes trained on the floor. The boy's skin was death-pale like his own and it suit him perfectly, in his opinion.

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"My plan to seize control of Hogwarts can not fail. I will be in charge and have an entire young army of vampire wizards and witches at my command."

There was a scattering of applause before Bellatrix said, "My Lord, what of the Order? They won't stand by and allow you to succeed. And the children-"

Voldemort snagged her by the throat, fury in his red eyes. "Never question my plans. You have done so for the last time. Harry, come and have a drink."

Harry approached them with a feeling of revulsion mixed with bloodlust. He hated the fact that he had to drink blood to live, but at the same time, it was an addiction. He had to have blood. Furthermore, he was given an order and he had to comply as per Dumbledore's instructions.

Voldemort forced Lestrange to her knees as Harry drew closer. The teen placed a hand on the woman's shoulder to keep her immobile before biting into her neck. The scream didn't register as the blood flowed into his mouth. The taste disgusted him, yet it was intoxicating.

He continued to drink until he heard the dark lord say, "Enough." Harry drew back and Voldemort finished the rest of the blood left. As the woman hit the floor, Voldemort said, "Let that be a lesson to you all."

There was a long period of silence before Voldemort continued, "As I was about to say, my plan includes young Harry here. He will go back to school soon. No doubt the headmaster will do what he can to keep my heir's nature a secret. That's fine. When I feel the time is right, I will give Harry the order to kill Albus Dumbledore."

Harry's mouth dropped. Kill Dumbledore? He'd never do that! "No! I can't !" he blurted, forgetting his deceptive role.

Voldemort wheeled on the boy. "What?"

Harry's body shook before he sprinted for the door. He caught sight of the sun rising through a window and relief flooded through him. If he put himself in the sun's rays, he would turn to ash. Voldemort was going to kill him in a worse way than that. Of that, Harry was certain.

He threw open the door, letting the sunrise blind him for a second. Harry stood there for a moment before it occurred to him that he was standing in sunlight and he hadn't burned! He was still in shock when he was pulled back into the dim house and the door slammed shut.

Voldemort smirked as he loomed over him. "You didn't think you'd be able to die that easily, did you? Now, explain yourself!"

Hary looked at the floor. "I can't kill Dumbledore, Master. He cares about me."

"You forget. You're a vampire. No one cares about our kind. They fear us. Remember that."

Harry made a show of looking thoughtful for a moment before jerking his head up at Voldemort, his green eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. He blinked for a moment before saying, "Yes, Master. You're right. He only cared about me while I was alive. He fears me now that I'm a vampire. He said so in his letter."

"Exactly, my boy. Exactly. But I expect you to behave as you usually would. I don't want you to blow my plan."

"Neither would I Master. I won't disobey you again."

And that the end of ch. 2. Harry will be en route to Hogwarts in the next chapter and will meet with some of the members of The Order of the Phoenix. BTW, don't forget to let me know if you've checked out my friend's RubyMoon-Snape's fics. I'm rather curious as to what you think.