Warning! There is something you might not remember from back in chapter five...that is pretty much the whole point of this chapter-it's the little weapon Sin bought Harry...if you don't remember it, please go re-read chapter five, so that this chapter will make some sense.

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Lanku: Ginny doesn't have a crush on Harry...and the detentions are supposed to be suspisious...Yes, Sevy Remy are going to find out something cool...once i figure out what that is...Voldies going to be like manager of the universe, he'll run the place and Harry will boss him around /grins/ I am so slow

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Chapter Seventeen

Harry's eyes flew open and the hand around his neck squeezed.

"Well, look who decided to wake up," a taunting female voice said.

The hand moved to grab his chin, long nails digging into his skin. His neck was turned and he could sense someone examining his face.

"Pretty thing, aren't you?" the woman teased, pulling Harry up into a sitting position by his chin.

Harry flinched as the nails dug in further, his eyes darting to catch sight of them. A blurred female face lowered into his view glowing blue and silver eyes were smirking at him.

"I painted them red just for you, love," She told him.

Harry was thrown back onto his bed, his breath thrust out of his chest. Harry felt something dangerous and carnal raise up inside him, into his chest and sit there burning. The woman was gone, for the moment, and that made the rage sitting in his chest twist call out for her destruction—he did not like the idea of being bested…

He wanted to kill that woman and he was going to.

Harry sat up in his bed and looked around the dormitory, rising to his knees. He heard something move through the air and without a thought Harry flew down onto the bed and rolled over the edge…

"Well, aren't you a fast little devil?" She asked…why didn't she wake Ron up? He turned to look at Ron's bed and felt his eyes widen as he saw trails of colors coving it in the darkness…the colors screamed silencing spell to Harry's eyes.

He felt like a hunted animal, and where he sat seemed like the most dangerous place to be, out in the open and all. Harry lowered to the ground and waited for her to make her move.

"Just waiting to be killed aren't you?" She asked Harry. Harry knew where she was now; she was on top of Ron's bed, perched on one of the posts. Harry lay where he was; she was going to play with him a bit more.

She'd moved! The rush of air, so slight, had reached his ears and Harry slid across the floor to his trunk, he barely thought about his actions, remembering something from eons ago, a little sliver of silver. He flattened himself up against his trunk and waited for her to reveal herself again.

"Trying to escape, little boy?" She asked.

Damn it, she was on his bed this time, right above him…she was going to kill him, and Harry knew it. But then the rage drew up again and Harry the room lit up in front of Harry's eyes, he could feel his pulse behind his ears. Instructions whispered their way around his head…get the weapon, avoid her, and then kill her.

Harry threw open his trunk and then skidded across the room. A dagger was imbedded in the wood floor where he was half a second ago.

Harry looked up and focused on the bright threads weaving into the shape of a woman. She pounced and Harry slid through her legs back across the floor to his trunk. He stuck his hand into the place where he'd put the tiny weapon, wrapped up so no one could accidentally get hold of it.

He grabbed the tiny bundle and jumped onto his bed as she ran over to tackle him. Her run turned into a leap and Harry rolled off the bed running across the room to the door of the dormitory and running down, unwrapping the tiny package as he half-jumped, half-fell down the stairs.

He reached the bottom of the stairs and jumped into the middle of the common room, turning to face the stairs as he dug frantically into the bundled fabrics he held in his hands.

She descended her fangs out, hissing. Harry could feel the rush of blood and adrenaline in her, it made his gums ache.

She pounced and Harry dropped the bundle and ran. He spun around and slid on his knees across the floor back to rug he'd dropped the bundle on, crawling once he reached the rug.

He felt nails grab the back of his neck and squeeze. Harry froze and she breathed out a superior sigh.

"Now you die, kitten," She snarled.

Harry looked between his legs and saw her leg, he kicked it and scrambled to the bundle, grabbing it, and shaking it violently watching for something fall from it as well as watching the woman.

Harry would be damned if he was going to die.

The piece of silver fell and Harry grabbed it, and was kicked violently onto the ground.

"That's going to bruise," Harry mumbled to himself, looking up at the woman seeing the colorful threads instead of a face…He grasped the little piece of silver and decided it was time to see if it was really as dangerous as Sin said it was.

Harry glared at her and threw the little sliver at her.

It exploded into a bright array of colors, and began eating away at the woman's own color. Pressing into her and slowly tearing away at her. She disappeared after a moment and the school suddenly exploded into a shrieking noise.

Everything slowed and slowed and Harry felt dizzy so he closed his eyes, he would wake up in a minute.

"Look at what he's done! He's killed someone!"

"Now, now, Cornelius, I'm sure it was all in self-defense."

Harry rubbed at his eyes and realized he was very, very, very hungry…everything was fuzzy and needed to eat. His stomach was cramped and he could smell food all around him, his gums and teeth ached but he couldn't eat any of it. Harry felt a whimper vibrate in his throat.

"Well, if it was self-defense then why isn't he hurt? He's waking up, the little murderer."

Harry opened his eyes and found his vision to be only of people, everything else was blurred, but something in his mind told him distances, mechanics, names, proteins, diets, minerals, and elements…

He heard a collective gasp in the room. Hormones, blood pressure, and physical condition added to the list. Oh god he was hungry…

According to Harry's mind Fudge would be the easiest, most nutritional target.

Speaking of Fudge, he looked ready to pee in his pants…so he wasn't likely to run.

"Arrest him!" Fudge squeaked—Harry was reminded of Dudley.

"Now, Cornelius," Dumbledore said kindly, "let's not jump to conclusions."

"The boy's a vampire and he's looking at me like I'm dinner!" Fudge yelled, "Vampires have to be registered or they get arrested, and he was not registered!"

"That's because I'm not a vampire," Harry was surprised at how sweet and innocent he sounded, like he had no idea what they were talking about… he was so hungry that he shouldn't sound like he did. He didn't know why they would think he was a vampire…he didn't even realize Sin was a vampire until he told Harry.

"You clearly haven't seen your eyes then," Fudge yelled, "arrest him!"

Harry began feeling the rage he'd felt earlier begin to appear again, but it was slower and calmer this time…like it had nothing to worry about. He just wanted to pounce on Fudge and rip his throat out, savoring his blood as it pulsed out of his fat neck and into Harry's mouth…Harry shook his head and felt his mind clear a bit, but his vision remained the same, focused on those, and only those, that would make a good meal.

"Let's hear what happened, first." Dumbledore said calmly, but his voice was commanding and powerful…an underlying threat.

All eyes were on Harry and he for some reason felt perfectly calm with all of this attention on him. As though they were all supposed to be staring at him, worshiping him and wanting him…like he wanted their blood, all of it until he felt ill from eating too much…

"Harry tell us what happened to you earlier this evening," Dumbledore told, veiled threat present and accounted for…Dumbledore would be a very easy victim from his stance and complete calm…it would slow his reactions. And also something in Harry did not like Dumbledore at all.

Harry sat up and began relaying the story to everyone present, slowly all anxiousness left them and Harry's mind was doing overtime planning out who would make the best meal and how to arrange it so no one could harm him and he could get away with it. Everyone would make an easy victim at this point…his stomach clenched in hunger and Harry winced lightly from the pain.

Halfway through he noticed his little sliver of metal sitting on the floor outlined in glowing yellow, he picked it up and began looking for the material it had been wrapped in earlier, he continued his explanation. His mind began to work adrenaline into the equation again. Harry found it and began wrapping the tiny weapon back up…Adrenaline was worked out of the equation.

"And that's what happened," Harry finished looking up for reactions.

"Harry, do you know why she tried to kill you?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry raised an eyebrow, "should I?"

"It would be helpful if you did," Dumbledore replied, voice saying Harry needed to hazard a guess or die.

Harry wondered how much trouble he would get into if he unwrapped the weapon and just killed Dumbledore. Harry's hand hovered…no, his mind said, that's a perfect waste of good blood.

"Any clue at all, Harry," Dumbledore prompted again…Harry raised an eyebrow, how had he not noticed Dumbledore's bossiness before?

"Umm…" Harry searched for any idea, "she said I was pretty…maybe that's why."

There was a large amount of good-humored laughing. Dumbledore seemed a bit angry and put out at the same time.

"But," Harry added with a smile, "I've apparently had a good deal of people trying to kill me for no reason since I was born; you realize…I'm used to this."

That grew a few odd looks and Harry frowned softly and shrugged. He was beginning to feel dizzy from hunger, and even his vision of the easiest victims was beginning to blur.

"Well," Dumbledore said, "let's get you to the infirmary, Harry."

Harry jumped up and felt his mind thinking through how long it would take for people to notice Dumbledore was missing…if he just…well, died.

"I demand to question the boy, Albus," Fudge yelled.

"Harry has had a very trying night and I believe it would be best for him to rest up a bit before he faced any interrogation," Dumbledore replied, his warm fingers gripping Harry's shoulder tightly, steel behind Dumbledore's words. There wasn't steel behind his thin skin though…it would be so easy to ease his hunger right here, right now—if he had fangs…

"The boy is a vampire and he needs to be incarcerated!" Fudge yelled.

Harry tilted his head and said, again, "I'm not a vampire."

"Not yet," All eyes turned to Sin who was walking down the stairs from the dormitory. He walked straight over to Harry and pulled him away from Dumbledore. Harry felt his hunger direct right to Sin, and he was even hungrier.

"In a moment, Harry," Sin whispered softly so that even Harry almost didn't hear him. After that his hunger eased with the promise of food to come.

"Now, someone tell me what is going on here," Sin commanded regally. His voice all danger and none of it concealed, but his arms were locked protectively around Harry, his eyes looking for any lasting damage to his heir.

"This woman was trying to kill me—" Harry began.

"You mean you killed a woman," Fudge interjected.

"Did you?" Sin asked Harry sounding very surprised and looking very proud.

"Well, yeah, but she was trying to kill me," Harry repeated.

Sin nodded and offhandedly asked, "Kinky woman, said she painted her nails red for you?"

Harry nodded looking like he couldn't decide whether to laugh or run.

Sin frowned and whispered for Harry's ears only, "That's really not good if they started with her—she's a dangerous one, normally they start with someone lesser…."

"And just who are you?" Fudge demanded sounding oddlyreminiscent of the caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland. Dumbledore though, was staring at Harry as though he'd seen him for the first time.

"I am Sin."

Everyone in the room was giving Sin a funny look, except Dumbledore…

"I think he's noticed," Sin whispered to Harry.

"Noticed what?" Harry whispered back.

"That his stasis spell is gone," Sin replied grinning.

"What's a stasis spell?" Harry asked.

"It keeps you looking the same," Sin replied. "Makes you easier to control if you look like someone you're made to idolize…say your father."

Harry turned and stared at Dumbledore and repeated, "Control?"

Well, that's it...just to explain some things in this chapter-this chapter shows Harry's vampiricawakening so all the weird things going on with him is a result of that. So he's getting closer to becoming an actual vampire now-yay! That's about it. Any questions will be answered if asked.

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