Wow, Voldemort really pulled a pleasure moment with Harry in the last chappie, didn't he? I planned on that. That was my first attempt on a lemon scene and I'm quite pleased with how it turned out.
Chapter Three- Return to Hogwarts
Harry sat in his compartment alone. Ron and Hermonie were in the prefects' car and he had locked the door to his. He felt thankful that he could still cast a reflection, but he couldn't do a thing about his skin or fangs. He had taken to looking down when he spoke to avoid giving away his secret.
'How am I going to make it through the year without revealing what I am now?' Harry buried his face in his hands. He knew, deep down, that his secret would be out before the first week of school ended. Nothing he could do but wait.
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Harry rode the spiraling staircase up to Dumbledore's office after the beginning term feast. The feast had been torture to Harry. Everything smelled so good, it made his mouth water. Yet, all he could have was some pumpkin juice. As he stepped inside the headmaster's office, he saw not only Dumbledore, but Profs. Lupin, Moody, and Snape.
"Harry, I can't tell you how sorry I am," Dumbledore began.
"I think it's more my fault," Harry replied. "If I hadn't strayed from the house-"
"They would have gotten you some other time," Snape cut in.
"I know that Voldemort is planning to have you kill me. Did he say anything else?"
"He plans to take over the school and turn all the students."
"I see."
"Prof., how did he become a vampire?"
"I believe it happened when he was revived in your fourth year."
Harry nodded. He remembered that event all too well. And the explanation made sense.
"Now, Prof. Snape has concoted a potion to help you in curbing your bloodlust. He claims that you only need to drink it once a week." Dumbledore nodded and Snape produced a flask, which he handed to Harry. The sixteen-year-old swallowed the contents (it was horrible) and then was allowed to leave.
Harry headed for the dorm, feeling satisfied and safe. His desire for blood was subsiding and he suspected that it would be gone in the morning. Snape came through again.
"Harry!" called a familiar voice. The teenager looked up to see his best friends standing outside the dorm entrance waiting for him. He gave a closed lip smile as he approached them.
Hermonie frowned when Harry came closer. "What's the matter with your skin, Harry? It's so pale."
Harry looked down before replying, "I've been inside all summer, thinking about...you know."
"No need to be ashamed, mate," Ron added. "You can look at us."
"I know." Harry continued to speak to the carpet. "Excuse me. I'd like to get some rest before classes tomorrow." Saying the password, Harry stepped in and headed for the bedrooms, leaving Ron and Hermonie to stand in the common room, staring after him.
"Harry's hiding something," Ron said. "He's acting weird."
"We'll get him to tell us. His secret's obviously tearing him up inside."
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"Come on Harry," Hermonie pleaded the next morning. "You can tell us."
Harry shook his head. "I'm fine." He couldn't tell anyone. It wasn't because Voldemort told him to, it was because of his fear of being rejected.
Ron pushed a plate of toast toward him. "Have some."
"I'm not hungry."
"Sure you are. You didn't eat last night."
"I wasn't hungry last night, either."
"Well...okay."
Hermonie stare at Harry. He was definitely acting strange. His skin was pale, he refused to look at them when he spoke, and he wasn't eating. What did this mean?
Uh-oh. Hermonie's getting suspicious. Will Harry's secret be discovered? Find out in Chapter Four.