Title: Black Sheep Malfoy
Author: Blackest Grim
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor will I ever own it. So don't sue me, I'm bloody poor and have nothing to give you.
Beta: crazy-lil-nae-nae
Summery: On Harry's 17th birthday he finds himself no longer looking like he once did, in fact, he doesn't even look like he is a 17-year-old Potter, but a 20-some year old black-haired, steel-eyed vampire. With his new appearance come memories that Harry Potter should not have if he is to be a savior, but who ever said that this new Harry will ever take up the name Harry Potter ever again?
Warnings: SLASH- male/male relationships. Dark-but-not-evil, Death Eater, Slytherin, and Vampire Harry. In this story Dumbledore will be the bad guy, if you did not guess that when I stated that Harry is going to be a DE I take pity on you and the readers of your stories...if you have any.
Parings: Harry/Severus, Lucius/Narcissa
Key:
"Talking"
'Thoughts'
Malfoy Tongue of the snakesA/n: I was hoping for some more attention to this story, but am very glad for the attention it did get. There is a challenge that I created this from, it is one of my own on my username Plot Bunny's Helper; I think it is called The Twin of a Death Eater Challenge. It is not exactly the same; I am just fallowing the basic idea.
Chapter: Memories awakened (01)
Harry did not know why he is in pain, from what he read in some strange book Hermione placed in front of him, coming into your inheritance is painless but for a few seconds of pins and needles when the barriers holding back your magic finally break.
The book never said anything like this would happen. This agonizing pain was making him wish for an early death. Making him wish for anything that would allow him to escape the pain he was feeling now. Pain was everywhere coursing through his body. Places that he never felt before ached. His bones, his muscles, his skin, his teeth, his hair, all were in agony.
It was as if his very insides were mixing around, his bones growing and stretching his skin, a fire erupted behind his eyes, his fingers itched as his nails grew, his teeth clenched, chipping and grinding, trying to ride out the pain. One more burst of pain would knock him out. He both prayed for the blessed escape into darkness, and dreaded not knowing what would happen next. He floated into the air above his now blood soaked bed writhing as if to escape the pain.
With a sickening snap and a slimy slurp, the skin on his back was ripped open, torn to shreds where his shoulder blades lay, and out came two very large appendages. With one last thought of, 'Why me?' he finally saw the blackness he had been praying for. Slowly, behind his rolling, shifting eyes, memories that did not belong to him played like muggle movies. His still convulsing body slowly lowered itself to the bed.
/memory #1/
"Come on Luc! Get up!"
Lucifer Malfoy opened one gray eye to watch his little sister try to wake his younger twin, Lucius. It was a morning ritual for the two, and great entertainment for the Malfoy heir. Deciding to give his twin some help, he sat up and spoke to his sister, "Come on Luna, give Luc a break, you know that he is not a morning person, and we just got back from school for Merlin's sake."
Luna turned her large Malfoy-gray eyes to her eldest brother and started to pout, "But Ci! You and Luc promised that as soon as you two got home from your sixth year you would take me to town and pick me out a pretty dress for your seventeenth birthday party…"
She sat up on Lucius' chest, the fact that he is now awake at this point goes unnoticed by her as she crosses her arms over her flat chest - she is only eight. Lucius sat up, making her roll back and fall of the large bed.
He smirked down at her, "Yes, I do recall that, but I'm sure we didn't mean we would take you at," he glanced over at the grandfather clock on the bedroom wall and turned a glare at his younger sister, "five in the morning, Luna."
Lucifer chuckled when Luna had the courtesy to look guilty, "We'll take you at noon Luna, let us get some more sleep."
She smiled over at him from the floor before jumping up, "Remember! You are going to take me at noon!" At her big brother's sleepy nods she skipped out of the room, probably to tell their mother, Kiritsa Malfoy, that her brothers' promised to take her dress shopping at noon.
The Malfoy twins fell back into the covers of their beds with twin sighs. They loved their sister to death, but damn she could be bloody annoying. Lucius turned his head to his black-haired brother lazily, "Ci, you know we better get up now if we are going to take her at noon, right."
"Yup!"
"Then why did you say at noon?"
"Don't know, I just said the first thing that came to mind." He was rewarded with a pillow in his face. He propped himself up on an elbow, head in his hand. He glared at the innocent smile that graced his twin's face before giving him an evil smirk of his own. He then jumped up and ran to the bathroom before his brother could stop him.
Once the door was securely locked, he snapped his fingers and heard a loud splash and bang from the room he just ran from, followed by a scream, "LUCIFER DRACO MALFOY. I'M GOING TO KILL YOU."
/End Memory #1 and start #2/
Lucifer lay spread eagle, tired and aching from his inheritance transformation, 'Why does becoming a vampire have to hurt so much?' he asked himself.
Because not only is creature blood being woken up, but you are also stronger and you now have a life mate to look for, Lucifer dear.
The tired vampire looked up at his mother, I already knew that!
She just smiled at him lovingly before handing him a potion to ease his pain, which he drank greedily. Sleep dear. The pain will be gone when you wake.
The new vampire smiled as sleep overcame him, dreaming dreams of black eyes and equally black silk hair.
/end memory #2 and start #3/
Lucifer sat next to his brother in the great hall, at last back to school for their seventh and final year at Hogwarts. He glanced at Lucius and felt a little jealous. He was lucky enough that his girlfriend of five years, Narcissa Black, was his life mate.
With a sigh he looked down at the bowl before him filled with warm blood made to look and smell the same as tomato soup. He couldn't help but look at it with disgust, not because it is blood, but because it doesn't belong to his mate.
As he was getting ready to sip some from the spoon in his hand a godly smell hit his nose and he froze. It smelled wonderful, like herbs and honey. Snapping his head up he looked around to find where the sent came from, with no luck, 'There are too many people in here to know,' he concluded.
He put his spoon down with a sigh, now that he knew what his mate smelled like, he couldn't bear to even look at the blood before him.
/End memory #3 and start #4/
It has been a week and still Lucifer could not find where the smell came from, and it is slowly driving him insane. Lucius had tried to help him, but it was no use. Nothing but his mate's blood running down his throat would bring him back.
With many letters from Lucius to their parents, they were getting more worried, and Napoleon Lucifer Malfoy never worried. Their mother had tried to get in to Hogwarts to help her son, but it turned out to be impossible without telling Dumbledore that the Malfoys were all vampires.
But, as a sign of good fortune, Lucifer's search for his mate would not last much longer. One day, while walking down a hallway near the entrance to the dungeons, he caught the scent of his mate. He ran down the hall to find the owner of the sent, and what he found he did not expect. What he found pissed him off.
In a dark part of the hall, where the torches light barely reached, lay a blood covered male in a ripped Hogwarts uniform, with one breath he found the blood to be his mate's. Gently he kneeled down next to the small form to find that the blood came from the figure before him.
With a snap of his fingers the blood was gone, as well as his mate's clothes. He knew he had to find the wound very quickly or his mate would die. He found the knife slash in seconds, and wasting no time, he leaned down and licked at the wound, cleaning it and healing it at the same time. He heard a hiss as slender hands found their way to his hair. His mate was awake.
After the wound was healed, showing nothing but smooth skin, he looked up into black eyes flashing with a mixture of emotions. Fear, confusion, relief, pain, and finally recognition, "L-Lucifer Malfoy!" The younger boy squeaked and his hands left Lucifer's hair, making said vampire hold back a groan of loss.
Lucifer smiled, making the younger boy nearly jump with fright, when a Malfoy smiles at you it is usually not a good thing, "May I ask such a lovely beauty's name, house and year?"
All emotions but confusion left his black-gem eyes, "Severus Snape, fifth year Slytherin." He looked at the wall with a slight blush, "no one has ever called me beautiful before…"
The vampire slid up his mate's body, making Severus realize that he was completely naked. Lucifer frowned when he felt his mate freeze, and taking his mate's chin into his hand, he said, "I am not going to hurt you in any way Severus, I would rather kill myself first. Tell me, Severus, what you know about vampires."
He saw the younger boys eyes widen as actions from earlier suddenly made sense, Lucifer smiled at how smart his soon-to-be lover was. Severus turned widened eyes to his savior, "You are a vampire…?"
Lucifer smiled again, showing of his fangs, "And you are my mate, my dear raven beauty."
Before Severus could reply, they heard the steps of someone coming in their direction, "I wonder if he's dead yet, Padfoot?"
"That's why we're checking up on him, Prongs."
Lucifer held back a growl when he felt his mate cling to him and plead in his ear to get them away. The vampire gladly did as asked so that he would not kill the idiots that hurt his mate.
Holding his mate and leaning into the shadows, he shifted them to his room, glad for once that Slytherin seventh years did not have to share rooms. As he stood, he picked up his still frightened mate and placed him on his bed, a smile nearly split his face when he was asked to sleep with his raven beauty.
Taking of everything but his pants and boxers, he climbed in the bad and held his mate to his body, not caring that he still had a class left.
/End Memory lane/
Lucifer growled as the sun hit his eyes, but that quickly stopped when he felt the blood that soaked the spot where he lay. He jumped up very quickly when he realized that it belonged to no one he knew. As he looked around, he found that he was not in the room he and Sev shared. No, this room was small, filthy and had the stench of Muggles and pain.
He sighed when he felt a headache coming on from the smell. Suddenly freezing, he felt memories that he did not immediately recognize swimming in his well-protected mind. As he looked through them, he realized that they were indeed his own, or at least Harry Potter's.
The memories from the night before slowly filtered into his mind. His body had pushed out the blood that did not belong to him. Knowing that he did not die, he had no clue how he got where he stood now. He searched his own memories for what had happened to him.
When he found the answer he punched the wall in seething anger.
Dumbledore did this to him.
'That bloody son-of-a-bitch cast a spell on me when he found out I was a vampire. Luckily he didn't find out that Sev is also a vampire and my mate.' He sat back, using his arms to hold him up. Slowly, he sorted through all his memories, looking for any hint as to what Dumbledore did to him.
As he went though the one were Sev told him of the prophecy he had heard one of the Hogwarts staff tell Dumbledore in a pub everything clicked. "As the seventh month dies…"
He whispered this to himself. Harry Potter's birthday is on July 31, as the seventh month dies. His head shot up, "He needed a child for the prophecy! And when he found out about me, he used some kind of spell that makes a person's soul go into a woman's womb, in this case Lilly Potter."
Standing up again, he opened the closet door, looking for the mirror that hung there. What he found shocked him, before him no longer stood a seventeen-year-old Harry Potter, nor a nineteen-year-old Lucifer Malfoy. What he saw was a 27-year-old Lucifer Malfoy.
Everything he recognized, from his black hair to his pale skin, from his silver gray eyes to his new age. What he didn't recognize was the midnight-black feathered wings that came from his back. He reached back, feeling just to make sure they were really there. He even plucked a silky feather. "And I guess Dumbledore didn't do the spell right, as I reverted back to this form."
He studied the feather in his hand, "But what is with the wings? Vampires don't have wings…"
With a sigh, he went though his clothes. Disgusted at what he found, he wandlessly transfigured one of his Hogwarts robes into an elegant jet-black battle cloak with silver trim. A silver raven broach held the high neck together. Under the cloak, he wore black dress pants tucked into silver-colored dragon-hide boots that stopped inches from reaching his knees.
A long sleeve gray shirt covered his well-toned body as well as the dark Mark that scarred his left forearm. A raven came to life on the gray shirt, flapping its great wings to fly around said shirt, all this soundless. Lucifer made sure that the new clothing did not get in the way of his new wings.
Walking to his bed, he moved it so that he could get to the loose floorboard. His wings made it impossible to fit under the low frame. Lifting the board, he only retrieved the sliver cloak and map that hid there. With a second thought, he grabbed his new wand, even though he didn't need it. Standing up he looked around the small room that he hated so much.
Hedwig's cage stood empty in the corner, Vernon having killed her the second he set foot in the house. 'I need a new familiar.'
Shrinking the map and cloak, he placed them in one of his many pockets. After a moment to think, he decided that he would lay low for a while until he had a plan. With one last look at his surroundings and a brief wondering on what happened to the Dursleys he shadow shifted to Hogsmeade to find a room to stay at for the time being.
TBC
R&R,
Grim