Part 2-Cascading

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Draco shut his eyes as he felt his body being carried through the darkness carelessly. Obvious as it may be, Sirius certainly didn't care if Draco's body broke into a million pieces or not.

Part of Draco hoped that at least Harry would care but it was not likely. Harry just wanted food and to a vampire, Draco was definitely food.

The blonde felt them land and he was quickly shoved into a corner of a cold dungeon.

He glared up at Sirius who only smirked as a reply and turned to walk a few steps away.

Behind Sirius stood Harry with his arms crossed, standing up straight and proud while he cast a superior look down at Draco. The blonde had never felt so lonely. Never had he ever felt so helpless.

"This is a dungeon," said Sirius, "where you will be staying for the remainder of your pathetic little life."

Sirius turned to Harry. "We should go to bed," he said seductively. "Shouldn't we?"

Harry was definitely feeling quite exhausted. He didn't understand why Sirius had made them exchange blood in front of the humans because it had been a rather intimate act. When they had first exchanged blood, it was in the privacy of Harry's quarters that one night. The night they had, both made love for the first time.

Harry nodded and without a second glance at Draco, he turned and left before Sirius could say anything.

Draco stared at the retreating back of his love and his heart felt like it was breaking all over again. It was stupid of him to think that Harry would care. It was stupid to think that the old Harry was in there somewhere.

Sirius turned to face Draco after Harry had left the cell and sneered at the blonde on the floor. "He's mine now DRACO. He's mine and there is no way you can have him back."

"He was mine first, Black," countered the blonde man in the corner.

The vampire smiled. "Yes, but that doesn't matter right now, does it?"

Draco glared. "Why do you want him so much?"

"Because DRACO, he makes me feel. That is something I have never been able to do before. Plus, isn't he just charming? That beautiful black hair and innocent demeanour. Do you remember how to make love to him? Do you remember what makes him moan, sigh, groan and scream? Do you remember which spots drive him insane with pleasure? Do you remember how it is to kiss those lips? Do you remember? Well he doesn't, at least not from you. He only remembers me and that's what counts. The only use you'll be to him now is food."

Draco glared as his eyes became wet. He wouldn't cry though. He wouldn't show weakness to this demon.

Sirius gave one last annoyed look to Draco and spun around elegantly only to disappear a moment later into darkness.

Draco lay there, on the cold stone floor unable to do anything. To breathe only reminded him that he was still alive. To shut his eyes would leave him even more vulnerable than sitting in the unknown darkness. To think only brought back memories of the one thing he can never ever have again.

IN HARRY'S QUARTERS

Harry lay down on his bed and shut his eyes. He was so tired from the blood exchange. Sirius had really taken a lot out of him and he hadn't taken very much from Sirius.

Then, seeing those eyes, those eyes seemed too familiar and to add to that, what was Sirius saying about my old love? Harry shrugged; he didn't care to think of it. Not at the moment anyway. He was far too tired to consider even thinking about something like his life before he met Sirius.

Sirius loved him. Sirius cared about him. He remembered the day he was captured, one of the few memories he still had left. The werewolf had brought him to an abandoned cave in the middle of the woods. Its big yellow teeth were right above his chest. Saliva dripping from the jaw. Eyes glowing with yellow light. Claws, with sharp nails, grabbing hold of him. Suddenly the same flash of grey eyes he saw earlier filled his vision. Was that what he missed? He couldn't remember anything before that but he could never forget the feeling. The feeling like his heart was broken, being torn from his soul. He didn't want to change. The werewolf had told him, had warned him of what was next to come. He didn't want to change, to change means he would be what he had always hunted. He didn't want that. He couldn't remember why he didn't want it but he knew he just didn't. He would rather die, because if he turned that meant he would be betraying someone- who was it? He couldn't remember, not that far back anyway. He kept getting flashes like those. He used to be able to remember things, he used to be able to remember exactly how it felt when those memories were with him but lately his memories had started to disappear; After that accident of course. Harry had had an accident and when he woke, he couldn't remember anything. Sirius had taken care of him. The vampire told him that every moment he had stood by Harry and Harry loved him for that. It was as if he was family. Now he was only able to get flashes, the slight flashes of what had happened after the werewolf took him. That was as far as the memories would bring him. Never further.

Of course, he had asked Sirius about it but the older vampire had always told him that it was nothing of importance. It was nothing to worry about. And he trusted Sirius because it was Sirius who had stopped the werewolf. It was Sirius, who had stopped Remus Lupin from biting him three years ago.

If his past was such a bad memory then why did the eyes make him feel-good? Was it good? No, it was full. Full? That didn't make sense.

The door opened and Harry's eyes flew open. He knew his senses were now more enhanced then they were before. They had to be. He was going to be a hunter now. A real hunter. He was going to be like Sirius.

"Harry love, you're not asleep yet. You should be. I took a lot tonight. You should rest."

Harry nodded and pulled the blankets tighter around him as he shut his eyes and fell asleep almost instantly.

NEXT EVENING

Harry opened his eyes and found Sirius next to him. It was usually a rather normal situation but tonight it just felt awkward to have Sirius in the same bed as him, with his arms around him. Harry shook off the strange feeling. He had never felt this way before. Why should he now? He knew the answer instantly though. The grey eyes again flashed in his mind and his answer was right there. But he also didn't understand why the man just stared at him. It was clear that Harry would have attacked that 'Draco' individual. The man had seen what vampires could do; he must have known what kind of abilities Harry had despite the fact that he wasn't a full vampire yet.

When it was clear that Sirius was still sleeping, Harry got up and made his way to the dungeons. He was changing, breakfast meant nothing to him anymore unless it was the taste of blood, but he wasn't dead yet. He needed one more exchange of blood to make the transformation complete. He knew that, Sirius had told him that. He knew he had to wait until he had regenerated more blood to exchange again.

Harry slowly opened the door to the dungeon that he had been in the night before. In the corner was Draco, the man with the grey eyes that he just didn't seem to be able to keep his mind away from.

The blonde boy looked up and Harry could see the grey eyes widen at the sight of him. Harry sighed as he took the reaction as a sense of fear. "I'm not going to hurt you. Not right now anyway."

The grey eyes kept staring at him and Harry felt a bit self-conscious under the intense gaze.

Harry took a slow step forward. "Your name's Draco right?"

The blonde nodded slightly, never taking his eyes off Harry.

Harry tried to look at everything but the blonde as he spoke. "So, I wanted to ask if we possibly knew each other- knew each other, before, I mean. I get these flashes and I remember you - well I THINK I remember you, though I can't remember much else."

The blonde nodded again and this time when Harry looked into the grey eyes he thought he saw the eyes widen a bit more, but there was a flash of something in those grey eyes. Was that hope?

"How do we know each other?"

"We," the blonde paused as if thinking what to say next.

Harry nudged him on. "Yes?"

"Harry," said the blonde and Harry saw it, the slight glisten in the grey eyes. "We were lovers."

The words were spoken slightly above a whisper and Harry hardly believed he heard it at all.

"We were what?"

"Lovers, Harry." This time a tear escaped the grey eyelid and slid down the pale cheek. Harry had the biggest urge to take his thumb and push that tear away.

A flash hit Harry at the sight of the glistening wet trail from the tear.

FLASHBACK

Harry was sitting by the fire with someone beside him. Who was it? He couldn't remember, he just couldn't see the face.

They had both been talking, talking about their past, talking about the secrets that even their closest friends didn't know about. These two were special, the ones sitting next to each other by the fireplace. They shared more than just a relationship, more than just a friendship.

The grey eyes beside him had shed a tear, that single tear made Harry's heart wrench with disquiet. What had the one with grey eyes told Harry? What had he said that touched Harry so much?

Harry had then reached out and wiped the tear away and the face leaned into his caress. Harry's heart wrenched again but this time with happiness.

FLASHBACK END

The grey eyes were looking at him. More real than the memory he just received. The tear had dried on the pale cheek before Harry had noticed.

They looked at each other a moment before Harry heard the familiar voice in his head.

Harry, love, where are you?

The emerald eyes went wide open and he stood and made his way to the door.

That was when he remembered that he was still talking to the man with the grey eyes and he turned to see the eyes look at him in puzzlement.

"I…. Sirius just asked where I was. I need to go. Are you hungry? Has one of the wolves fed you yet?"

The blonde nodded. "Yes, I was fed."

Harry nodded and left the cell to the blonde.

In Harry's chambers

"Harry, love where were you?" asked Sirius happily as he heard Harry enter the room.

"In the dungeon," replied Harry.

"Why?" asked Sirius, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I was just checking on him," said Harry casually. He then paused for a moment to think if he should ask the question. Finally curiosity got the better of him and he couldn't take it anymore. "Do I know him?"

Sirius's eyes darkened in quiet contemplation for just a moment too long before he answered, "No."

LATER THAT NIGHT

Harry sat on his bed. He had the biggest urge to go down to the dungeon to check on Draco. Why? He didn't know.

Since the arrival of the blonde Harry felt like so many of his questions that he had before had been answered but with those answers also brought along a whole slew of other new and rather confusing questions.

Why did Sirius lie to him? Harry knew the truth, he had practically seen the truth and he could tell that Sirius had lied to him. Evidence being the amount of time it took the vampire to answer the question and proviging only a simple answer as a reply.

Didn't Sirius love Harry? Didn't Sirius tell Harry that if they love each other that there shouldn't be secrets between them? Then why had Sirius lied to him? But then again, Harry had lied to Sirius as well, in a way.

Harry hadn't told Sirius what went on in the dungeon. He hadn't told the vampire about what memories he had gotten while he was down there. Isn't holding a secret and not telling just as bad as out right lying?

There was a knock on the door and Harry jumped at the sound. His newly enhanced senses made the slightest sound seem louder than he was used to.

Harry cleared his throat to compose himself before he spoke. "Enter."

The door slowly creaked open and Blaise walked in.

The two smiled at each other as Blaise entered.

Blaise took a seat by Harry in front of the fire on the couch. "So, how was your second exchange?"

Harry sighed and shrugged.

Blaise raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't seem like nothing."

"Blaise, how did you know you wanted to be a vampire?"

The man with curly black locks shrugged. "I've just always liked vampires. While those in my village were terrified of them, I found them intriguing. I wanted to not only learn more about them but also live amongst them. They have so much power and they can just do so much that normal humans can't do. Why? You don't want to be a vampire?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, if I become a vampire, it would mean that I'd be giving up daylight. I'm giving up the sun forever. I can't turn back."

Blaise sighed and took his legs into his own embrace. "No, I guess not, but does it matter that much to you? The sun, I mean. If you become a vampire, you get the moon, you get power and you get to be on the top of the food chain. You hunt the humans; the humans can't hurt you. Unless they have a wooden stake of course."

"Exactly. When vampires die, don't they just disappear?"

Blaise nodded. "Yes, but we also have the power to not die. There are only a certain amount of things that can kill us. I mean, like a stake through the heart, sunlight, loss of blood but not many things can pierce our skin. It's not as easy to die once you're a vampire as it is when you're a human."

"Yeah, but I'd also be giving up my soul wouldn't I?"

Blaise nodded but didn't speak.

"Blaise, I don't think I could give that up, my soul, I mean. A soul is so important. Once a soul is gone and I die, I can't come back."

"But you won't die Harry. What makes you think you will?"

Harry shrugged. "I guess I'm not really concerned with me dying but, wouldn't it feel absolutely empty? I wouldn't be me anymore. I would be Harry Potter the vampire with no soul."

Blaise smiled. "No vampires have souls. Even if you have a soul mate. You just lose your soul and then there's no way for a soul mate to find fulfillment."

"But what if there's someone out there-"

"Harry, are you just having second thoughts about Sirius? Are you afraid he'll leave you? Because he won't. He loves you. I've never seen him this happy before. It's like you give him life even though he is damned to never have one."

"See, there you just said it. When you're a vampire, aren't you damned? I mean, you're not even allowed to go to hell after you've turned into a vampire. You just, disappear."

Blaise threw his head back as he laughed. "Harry, we've been friends since you joined us right?"

Harry nodded.

"Then you trust me right?"

Harry nodded again.

"Then you'll just have to trust me when I tell you that I've never been happier since I've become a vampire."

Harry shrugged. "I guess."

"Then why are you still questioning it? Just, no doubts Harry okay? You'll finally be one of us, permanently. It'll be like your family Harry. We'll be a family."

"Yeah, a family," repeated Harry wistfully.

Blaise smiled and made his way to the door. "It'll be alright Harry. You'll like being a vampire. Trust me. I've never ever regretted it for even a moment."

Harry smiled. "Thanks. Thanks for talking to me about it."

"No problem. What are friends for?" stated Blaise as he smiled and left.

IN SIRIUS' QUARTERS

The door swung open before the vampire even knocked. Sirius could hear better, he was a vampire after all and though Blaise was trained rather well in the art of discretion, not much ever got past Sirius.

The man with dark curly locks stepped into the room.

"He's having doubts," said Blaise.

"What? Why?"

"He wants to keep his soul."

"But he didn't doubt before. Why now?"

"I think it's the prisoner in the dungeon."

"Why do you say that? Did he say something?"

"No, but don't you find it weird that since the blonde came, Harry's been a bit, off? He's more secluded now. He hasn't come out of his quarters since you found him earlier tonight."

"It's the effects of changing."

"No, it's more and you know it Sirius. I know you can feel it Sirius, just as I can. I think the blonde is his soul mate and the idiot human is trying so hard to mentally will Harry to return to him that it's actually starting to work. The connection is weak, though, because Harry is already more than half way vampire. We need to kill the human fast."

"But he'll come back."

Blaise glared at Sirius. "What kind of head vampire are you? We can change him. Turn him into a vampire then kill him. That way he won't be able to return. He won't have a soul to return with."

Sirius smiled. "I was sure I kept you for a reason."

Many thanks to all who reviewed!

JadeLilyMalfoy: I actually wrote this before I even knew Gary Oldman was in Dracula. Never the less, I watched it, and it's wonderful!

Pink Cherry Blossom: There certainly will be some flashbacks. Not only for Harry and Draco but for Hermione and Ron as well. I'm almost done. And my beta is absolutely wonderful. It's a 20 chapter fic. I'm at chapter 13. But with school, it may take much longer to finish writing it than anticipated.

fudgebaby: Thank you so much! Haha, I've had this whole idea in my head for over 2 years now. And I'm finally making the effort to post it.

Cat: Sorry for the late update. I just finished the enormous workload. It probably won't be a while until I can get the next chapter up. 3 essays due in a month and all. But that's University and wanting to do a little something with my life.