Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness I need to calculate what creates my own madness -Papa Roach

Harry grumbled to himself as he dragged the trash bag out the house. He hated visiting his aunt and uncle. The only reason they ever wanted him to stay was to make him do their sons chores. Why couldn't they make their son do it every once in a while! Nothing was wrong with him!

He knew that he shouldn't complain; they were his relatives. Besides, it was been Harry's own fault. But sometimes he felt like...

Just as he threw it into the can, he felt something move behind him. He tried to turn to see what it was, but a pair of arms had wound their way around his torso. As much as he struggled, he couldn't get himself out of its grip.

"Let me go!" He cried.

"It's useless, Harry. Just give in," a voice whispered in his ear.

"No!" He struggled some more.

"Yes. You want to come with me..."

"No..."

The man behind him chuckled. He knew that this wouldn't last long.

He was right.

Harry found himself slowly wanting to give in to the man's suggestion. /NO!/ He couldn't! He didn't want to leave his family! /I take it back! I'm sorry for grumbling over the Dursley's! I didn't mean it!/ Harry started to struggle desperately, trying to get free.

"You want to give in. Trust me." Before Harry could say anything more the man's head lowered, grabbing his wrist and bringing it to him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw silver hair shining in the moonlight. The next thing Harry felt terrified him; sharp fangs set into him. He felt something being drained out of him...

After that was darkness.

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Harry woke to find himself in a darkened room. Nearly blind, Harry felt around him and found he was lying on a bed. But it was far softer than his bed at the Dursley's. Or even at his parents'.

/Will I ever see any of them again.../

Harry lay there for a moment, trying to figure out what had happened to him. He only remembered a man with silver hair, holding Harry close against his chest, then...

Suddenly Harry tried to reach over to feel his wrist as he felt the deadened ache return, but his movement was restricted. Both of his wrists were tethered to the bedpost. He struggled to loosen them, but he could not get the fabric to loosen, even the least bit. Harry fell back on the bed, exhausted. He had no idea how long he had been unconscious, but it must have been a long time; he felt so weak that the slightest movement exhausted him.

He managed to tilt his head down just enough to see. It was still there.

Harry lay there for a few more minutes, drifting in and out for a while before he heard the door click. A light was shed into the room, but it was quickly taken away when the door closed. The man was back.

Harry wanted to move, to find a way to defend himself, but found he couldn't anymore. The last of his strength had gone into his earlier struggle. The resulting lethargicness had not given him enough time to get some of it back.

"Don't bother, Harry. I have told you before there is no need for it. You are not in any immediate danger here." The smooth voice sounded right by his ear, causing him to flinch. Harry had not heard him move, not even when he came into the room, other than the soft click of the door's lock.

The man laughed quietly, breathe barely felt against Harry's skin. "If you weren't for my son I would surely take you for myself, Harry. I must say that you are a beauty..." To emphasize his point he laid a kiss over the mark he had already left on Harry's wrist. Harry stiffened and tried to move away, but couldn't. "No need to struggle. I will not completely overstep my bounds. Not by much, at any rate..." He drew back still silently laughing, almost regretfully.

"I've come to get you cleaned up and fed, Harry. I felt I should get you myself; I wouldn't leave a house-elf to such an important task. Besides, you have to be at your best..." He sighed. "Your relatives don't deserve one like you, Harry. If you were mine I would never let you out of my sight." In the dark, Harry felt the man lean over him to release his bonds. "I wouldn't have left you here for so long, but I wanted to ensure that you would not escape. But that does not mean I want you to die, Harry. My son would most likely kill me in turn if you did."

"Your son?" He kept mentioning his son.

"Yes, my son. You are rather important to his sanity." /Important to this world.../ He picked up Harry's limp body in his arms, cradling him. "And you being important to him makes you important to me." He bent to leave a kiss on Harry's temple. Oddly, it did not scare him this time. He felt comfortable even if this man was the reason he felt so weak. This man took him away from his family, and surprisingly Harry didn't feel the need to fear for himself. He felt safe. Harry soon found himself dozing off, for once feeling safe.

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Harry didn't make it back into the waking world until he felt himself being lowered into a bath of warm water. Someone was sitting on the side of the tub bathing him. He tried to see who it was, still curious, but he had situated himself behind Harry, preventing it. Harry still couldn't move much; if it weren't for the hands holding him up he surely wouldn't have been able to keep himself up in the water and would have drowned.

"Relax." Once again, he heard the man chuckle. Harry felt the man run his hands over his body, with a bar of soap in one hand. Harry felt himself blush when the other hand slipped under the water's surface, but the man did not take the motion beyond cleaning him. "I told you that I wouldn't do anything, overly... lecherous, and I meant it. I may find you highly attractive, but as I said before, you are for my son. Not to mention, I am married. Not that that she would mind. Too much..."

Harry found himself enjoying the feeling, as he rinsed the soap off. "Who are you..."

"No one you would trust, if you knew me. Don't worry, you will know soon enough." he reached over the empty the tub.

/he's so pale.../ Harry thought, as he watched an almost colourless hand come into his view. He could see the strength in it and admired it; the power in the man was obvious. There was a signet ring on it with a dark red stone, but he couldn't make out what design was on it. His skin was almost as light as the silver colour of the metal, sharply contrasting with the dark red of his shirt. /almost like blood./

He felt as the man leaned closer, almost nuzzling him. "What are you?"

"I apologize; I haven't fed, while taking care of your absence. A full day has passed since I brought you here."

"Yesterday?" Then he was once again lifted into the man's arms; a towel was quickly wrapped around his body.

"Yes. I am sorry for doing this without your permission, but I must. Otherwise I would not be able to control myself..." Harry once again felt the man lifting his arm; he felt everything as the sharp fangs pierce him. Harry moaned as he felt the mouth massage the skin of his wrist. Just as when Harry started to enjoy the feeling, he pulled away. Harry slumped against him; feeling like he had ran a marathon, weaker than before.

"Vampire..." Harry found himself giggling.

"Let's get you dressed." He sounded highly amused. Harry felt soft clothing being draped over his body. He couldn't remember the last time that he felt so wonderful. It was like so many of his pains and problems had washed away with the water. If only he had more energy...

While being carried out, Harry got a glimpse of their image in the bathroom mirror.

"You!" He froze in fear before promptly passing out.

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AN: before anyone asks, there's nothing between Harry and Lucius. It's simply because Lucius is Draco's father, therefore making Harry indirectly family with Lucius. Harry has a slight connection to anyone in Draco's immediate family.

...though Lucius is obviously at least a little attracted to him.