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Chapter Two

Harry tossed the book he was reading down on the floor with an exasperated groan.

Sin looked up and stared at the book, his face clearly spelling out wonder for why the book was on the floor. Harry rolled his eyes and picked up the book, which got Sin to acknowledge Harry.

"What am I doing here?" Harry demanded.

"You are here for your own well-being," Sin replied his calm, easy tone infuriating to Harry.

"Who are you?" Harry asked for the umpteenth time, his voice resigned, just wanting to know what was going on.

Sin gazed calmly at Harry, his face fixed in the 'you already know that' look that Harry knew so well, he might as well have fucked it for two years.

"What am I doing here?" Harry asked again, "What do you want from me?"

"I don't want anything from you Harry," Sin replied, "and you are here for your own well-being."

Harry tossed his head back against the chair he was sitting in and stared at the ceiling.

Then Sin was standing over him studying Harry, then he slowly said, "I guess now would be as good a time as any to tell you what happenings led me to your door."

Harry's tense shoulders relaxed and his eyes lit up at the thought of knowing what was going on. Sin smiled at Harry and said, "Come, let's go into the parlor and talk."

"Three weeks?" Remus demanded staring at Dumbledore, "and you still haven't found him?"

"Remus, you must calm down," Dumbledore said looking defeated but still holding authority and looking angered to have it questioned. "We are all very worried, but at the moment things are out of our control."

"Out of your control," Remus shot back. "And don't think I don't know you've stopped looking for Harry ever since you found out he wasn't a target for Voldemort anymore."

"Remus, you must cal—"

"I'm being plenty calm considering what you think has happened to Harry," Remus said to Dumbledore, looking at the man with obvious contempt.

"There's nothing we—"

"There's plenty I can do," Remus growled, "how about this...you've just lost the support of the werewolves."

Remus turned on his heel and walked out of the office. Dumbledore leaned back into his chair and wondered how badly this would set the light side back.

"I'm surprised that you've pulled out so early in the game," Severus said as he waited for Remus to get to where he was.

"I'm simply rethinking my strategy," Remus replied, "Rethinking the placement of my cards and trying to decide where to place them next."

"You know you probably have enough power to be considered a major power in this war," Severus told Remus.

"But what would I do if I won?" Remus asked, "I'd have to give my power to someone else and watch and threaten from the background."

"That's very true," Severus replied, "But I sense a shift in power, you're probably doing a good thing here."

"I'll consider it," Remus replied, "but I want to study the game at the moment, get a feel for what's going on."

"Dumbledore's a fool for not looking for Potter," Severus said, "he's the reason all of this is happening, I think we're going to lose our 'golden boy' and instead get something that will control the outcome of this war."

"I won't drop so low as to use Harry," Remus snarled.

"I'm not saying to use him," Severus replied, "I'm saying to join him. With him the winner of the war resides."

"You're hoping too much for his brainwashing to be undone," Remus told Severus, "It will be a very hard thing to pull off even for a vampire."

"I have an idea as to who took him," Severus whispered to Remus, "It will be a miracle if by the time he's returned he's still the same."

Remus thought about this for a moment and then continued his walk out of the school, Severus returned to his patrol.

Sin heard Harry before he saw him. The child had finally come out of his room; Sin had been pleasantly surprised at how well Harry had taken the news. Sure he had screamed and locked himself up in his room for three days, but nothing had blown up and with a creature as beautifully magical as Harry was that was a very unusual thing.

Harry walked out in front of the chair and glared at Sin, his arms clutched around himself and he was shivering. It appeared the hunger had gotten to the child, Sin was pleased that he had not allowed himself to die. That showed a want for power, the kind that intoxicated and bent others to one's will, and since Harry came out that showed Sin had chosen well. Harry would make an excellent heir.

Sin placed the book he'd been reading on the table next to his chair and waited for Harry to speak.

"I hate you."

Sin knew Harry didn't, if he had he wouldn't have come out; he would have allowed himself to die. Harry was just a bit angry.

"You have every right to do so," Sin responded truthfully, Harry did have a right to hate him, he just didn't. "Are you hungry?"

Harry suddenly looked scared but also very angry. Sin understood why, this was obviously way out of his control, and from the way he'd lived his life for his first eleven years that was not a good thing. Then very slowly, Harry nodded.

Sin smiled sadly at Harry who was standing in front of him looking like was about to die. Slowly, Sin's canines grew into fangs, and Sin held his writs up to his mouth tearing the skin open and sending dark blood pooling out. Sin held out his wrist, "Come here."

Harry's eyes were riveted on the pooling blood, on the drop that ran down Sin's arm, the drop that fell onto the floor. Sin watched him, waiting for the boy's instincts to take over and for him to eat, he knew Harry was very hungry.

Then Harry ran over and grabbed Sin's wrist, his mouth latched onto the wound. Harry slowly sank to the ground, still sucking at the blood on Sin's wrist, tears pooling in his eyes. He was disgusted with himself, angry with Sin, and mourning his loss of control...

Hunger wasn't supposed to control him, it was supposed to be the other way around.

Then Harry felt the wound on Sin's wrist close and he whimpered at the loss and at his weakness. Harry let go of Sin's arm and sat back on his haunches, sobbing and licking at his bloody lips and teeth...the worst part of it was he hadn't even been fully turned yet.