A True Heart of Darkness

by Phoenix-Dawn13

What would happen if Harry was never really the Golden boy, and if a certain dragon caught his eye and decided that he liked this new Boy Who Lived? eventual Drarry, Dark Harry, Dumbledore and some Weasley bashing!

8. Chapter 8

Now is the time to find out exactly what Harry is and read the mysterious letter! This chapter has the largest twist of them all, for now, and I hope you enjoy it

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Harry Potter. Characters and main plot are property of J.K. Rowling. However, in this story the main plot will be manipulated to fit my imagination.

A True Heart of Darkness: Chapter Eight

Letters, Creatures, and Changes

It had been four days since Harry had received the letter from the mysterious stranger and from then on he had been researching the Potter and Evans lines to make sure there was still no evidence of creature blood. He had found nothing so far. His mothers side was completely muggle and his fathers a line of unbroken purebloods. Though he did not let that fact deter his efforts. He had been looking in various books and made a new list of what possible creatures he could be, revised from his last one. From his symptoms he had narrowed it down to three creatures: Veela, Dragon, or Vampire.

Having Dragon blood would explain the burning in his throat. The book he had explained how the throat would burn in different spans of time to allow fire breathing once the person matured. Since having dragon blood allowed you to shapeshift into a dragon, the throat would be replace by new muscle and a thin layer to protect it from burns. That explained the burning in his throat, but not why it only happened around Draco, nor the pain in his head behind his eyes, or the way breathing sometimes felt like a chore. Being part Veela would explain his body pains, since they grew wings and the body transformed into perfect shape and structure. Also why his head hurt, expanding his mind so he would be able to have greater powers. Though he didn't fit all the symptoms of having Veela blood in his veins. That left the Vampire choice. The burning is explained by the need for blood, especially around the vampires mate. The pain in his head was explained in the book because Vampires are said to be able to read and control minds, also how their eyes would turn red with strong emotions, the pain behind his eyes. The labored breathing though was troublesome and still unexplained.

As he continued his research Harry found that there were two different kinds of Vampire, according to the book. Half Vampires were made from sharing blood with a full mature vampire and being 'turned'. They have limited powers and are weaker than mature vampires because they were made, not born vampires. There can also be submissive vampires born with only a little to half of true vampire blood. They have shorter fangs, less allure, and their eyes are red when feeding and experiencing powerful emotion, but do not glow. However pureblood vampires are born vampires and are hundreds of times stronger than halfbloods and reach their inheritance on their thirteenth birthday, reaching maturity a year later. Purebloods have strength, grace, and a powerful allure to entice their pray. However, they do have a mate that, once found, would be the only blood and sexual interest of the creature, much like Veela mates.

'So I'm a halfblood vampire then? But I turned thirteen months ago, maybe its just a slow pace because I'm not a full blooded vampire.' Though he had, hopefully, figured out what he was the date and progression still freaked him out a little. The books he had were pretty detailed, but some parts felt general. Perhaps someone did not want all the specific details to be written down, curious. However, he was more frustrated waiting for the letter to open on some day this week, it already being halfway done. He had been constantly researching the past few days, and other than the rat experiment, he hasn't deterred from it. Hermione and Draco had tried to make him take a break or help, but had received a cold polite reply to leave Harry to his research. He had to find out the truth after the results from their previous experiment.

After receiving the mysterious letter Harry had gone to the Gryffindor Common room to check if Neville had the samples. Though, because he was asleep, Harry had to wait till the next morning to get the samples. The next day Harry called an emergency meeting and Neville gave him the separate hairs held in two vials with stasis charms on them. They had tested Ron's hair with the two potions and they came up with nothing. Ron Wesley was just a plain old thirteen year old that was annoying and petty, aka ginger baby. However, as they tested the rats in the potion that would reveal if the rat was not an animal they figured out something interesting. The hair came back as human, though they don't know the 'rat's' true identity, they now knew there was another set of eyes watching them. Ron had continued to try and find ways to get into the room, but was becoming more pathetic every attempt. He had tried talking to some of the group, but they usually just ignored him. He seemed to be all talk and no action no matter the situation, harmless and gutless in Harry's opinion. Though the rat was an unknown threat to them all.

" If there's a chance that we can capture this rat we have to seize it. I want to know who this person is immediately. Hermione can you find me a spell that can reverse an animagi transformation. He has to be an animagi to be able to transform, forcing him back into human form may help us get the answers we want." Was what he had told her, mostly to find the actual spell, but also to leave him to his deep research without interruption. Draco and her found the spell in two days, practicing the wand movement and incantation. They had also acquired the rat, placing it in a safe crate where they made sure it couldn't get out magically or any other way.

They made sure to nab the creature when Ron was sleeping. Since the rodent slept with Ron, which was disgusting in itself, they cast a silencing spell and Harry and Neville grabbed the rat. It had put up quite a fight as they attempted to place it in the crate. They ended up having to stun the creature to make it cooperate. They planned to use the spell on the rat the next week, since the winter season was almost over.

Currently it was the fourth day after Harry's encounter with the stranger and for some reason he felt sick and in pain all day. Hermione had been pestering him at meals and in their few classes to take the day off. He was already third in their class, behind herself and Draco, he had the right to take a sick day. He was paler than usual and he felt as if someone had run over his body with a hippogriff. Though he had been adamant about showing a strong front and not letting the rest of the students or faculty see him weak. After breakfast he used glamours to hide his features so it just looked like he was tired. After dinner Harry finished the day by collapsing in the Sanctuary, so weak the glamours broke. Thankfully Fred and George were there and placed him in the single bedroom. Harry had a high fever and was sweating profusely. He was taking shallow breaths and was extremely pale. Both brothers looked to each other in worry then back to their friend. One of the twins went to the wardrobe and found blankets and cloths. He immediately threw the blankets to his twin to cover the boy while he went and wet the cloth. After placing the cold cloth on Harry's head they watched him for a few minutes to see if he would wake, unable to wait any longer George spoke up.

"I think we should get Hermione Fred," Said the twin as he changed the cloth over Harry's forehead. The other red head nodded in worry and left the room to gather the bushy haired girl. George stayed with Harry cursing as his fever continued to rise. It was only a few minutes before four bodies rushed into the room. Fred had found Hermione with Draco and Luna in the library. It seemed they were looking into the possible sickness that would affect Harry in such a short time and to this magnitude, but came up empty handed.

"I can't find anything that would help him, maybe there is something in these," Hermione said in frustration. She was carrying a few books from off the table in the sitting area. Draco read the spine of one and his eyes widened in realization. He grabbed the book from her pile and turned it over to show the others with a grave look.

"He's been looking into creature inheritance, look at this book title, Dark Creatures and Their Powers. He has to have been looking for the past week while we were concentrating on the Rat and Weasley, that manipulative lion," Draco finished with a glare and a hiss. He opened the book to find scattered notes on different pieces of parchment. He looked through the notes and saw a few creature names circled and handed them to Hermione for a better look.

"Looks like he narrowed it down to Veela, Dragon, and Vampire creature blood being in him. Though until he is done going through his inheritance we won't really know. " He glared at the wall as the twins took in the information and continued to care for Harry as Draco fumed in a chair.

"Don't worry everything will get much better after this, Draco stay with him and you may learn what he is sooner than expected," said Luna, who had been silent through this whole ordeal. Hermione glared at the girl, placing the book on the floor and walking over to her.

"Why did you tell me not to speak of the creature inheritance to Harry? We might have a better idea of what he is if I told him and we all looked together." She said angrily while Luna just gave her a blank look.

"There were other experiments to be focused on that will help Harry and the world's future. It will hinder and help expose our enemies. If we had been looking into what Harry was than we would have missed the traitor and been unable to obtain the proof." Was all she said as she took her leave to the kitchen. Hermione fumed as she glared at the departing blonde, whispering curses under her breath.

"No she's right Hermione." The girl looked over to Draco, who was looking back with an emotionless expression.

"We have been so busy finding out about Ron and his pet that we missed how deep Harry's investigation was. If we had been helping him we would have missed our chance to expose the rat as a human. Though we don't know who it is yet, apparently they are important. As much as I hate to admit it this may have been the best," then his face turned into a sneer

"Though I hate that stupid Wesel for taking all my attention away from Harry." As if hearing his name Harry moaned in pain and began moving around, his eye lids showing rapid eye movement.

"Harry, Harry, please wake up." Draco said as he reached to hold his hand. Once he grasped his raven's hand in his pale one, Harry's eyes snapped open and his mouth gave a silent scream. Draco immediately dropped his hand and took a step back. Harry continued to thrash as if his body was in intense pain. Fred and George quickly bound him with a curse, though it began to deteriorate immediately from the boy's uncontrollable magic.

"Incarserous!" Hermione shouted as ropes burst from her wand and bound her friend to the bed. Draco was just watching the boy he loved struggle against the restraints for a few minutes before the raven-haired boy lay still on the bed.

"Hermione…his eyes they were" He couldn't complete his sentence.

"I know we all saw, what his eyes were. I guess this means we can help now, since we know what creature he is. Come on, lets look into the books he was reading and see if we can help." She grabbed a few books from the earlier pile and left the room, glancing over her shoulder to the boys before heading to the sitting room. Fred and George walked out of the room, not wanting to disobey Hermione and truly wanting to help Harry. Draco had not moved from his spot, holding his hand and looking at Harry. His face was expressionless, but his eyes were filled with worry.

'There's nothing I can do just standing here, come on Draco snap out of it and help your stupid Gryffindor!' He thought as he fixed his expression to cold determination. He followed the others out, but placed a charm on the door to alert him when Harry woke up. He took one last look at the boy, and then turned and left.

There was so much pain. It was a pain that continued to persist, not even giving way to numbness. He couldn't remember when it started, and it felt as if there was no end in sight. He knew he had been sick, that the sickness must have been leading to the 'event' the stranger had spoken of, but he never spoke of the excruciating process. It felt like his veins were on fire, his head felt as if it would split, heart clenching with every beat, and his lungs burned as if the oxygen he was breathing was poison. He had been through countless pains in his life, but never something like this. Though the worst had been at the very beginning. He had felt someone touch him, and that touch had felt like his body had been lit aflame. His throat ached and his body felt like it was plunged in molten lava. The pain was so incredible that his body had broken from his control and he had tried to scream. No sound came out, as his throat was too dry to form a sound. All he knew was that he never wanted to feel that pain again. It was so much worse than the continuous pain. Thankfully that had ended and not occurred since.

Suddenly he felt the pain slowly begin to fade away, if he could he would sigh in relief, but the control over his reactions was so focused that one movement would shatter his calm façade. He waited till the pain was a small humming that felt almost non-existent. He waited for it to end, expecting the change to be over. However, that did not seem so. All of a sudden the pain came back like a hot burn, returning to the level that had happened when he was touched. With the sudden increase the control over his body left and he let out a horse scream. He thrashed as he felt his heart thumping faster than any normal person could handle, he felt his lungs burn and his head exploded as hot fire traveled along his body burning till it reached his heart. He thrashed and screamed trying to claw at his chest to stop the pain. He felt hands on him, but nothing stopped the burning. Then he felt his heart give a few more fast thumps then start to slow. The pain began to decrease as his heart slowed. He stopped his movements and closed his eyes as his heart slowed that it only beat once and then stopped. He expected to see the 'white light at the end of the tunnel' or his parents signifying he had died, but that never came. Instead he heard the other people in the room back away from him, their breathing sounding too loud to be normal. He contemplated opening his eyes and instead, just kept still to bask in the peace of not being wracked by pain constantly.

"Looks like it has finally ended" He heard a voice say, he couldn't place the name, but he knew it was a female speaking. Suddenly bushy brown hair and intelligent coffee eyes came up along with a name, Hermione. He heard a laugh from the other side of his body, from a male.

"Thank goodness its finally over, now he can finally wake up and we can stop telling everyone he is sick. They were starting to question it too much." This was the voice of the male who had laughed before his comment. Red hair flashed into his mind match with a goofy face, one of the twins.

"He should be waking, we will leave you two alone. Remember not to tempt him too much. He shouldn't have too much control right now being so new to it. Baby steps, but he will need a little snack to finalized the transformation, good luck," said another voice much similar to the male from before, but he could sense a hint of difference in it. He heard the other bodies leave the room, till he heard only one heartbeat. It was stronger than the others and the sound had him yearning in a foreign way. The other person made no intention of speaking so he waited. Harry had no intention of breaking the silence, since he couldn't remember who was in the room with him. The silence lasted a few more minutes before he heard the other speak.

"Harry, are you awake?" He heard a strong, but wary voice say. Then like a crashing wave images of a pale blonde boy flew threw his mind, like a slideshow behind his eyes lids. 'Draco, my dragon' he thought as he slowly opened his eyes. He looked around the room for a moment and spotted him sitting in a chair to his left, far off in a corner. The moment Harry looked at him and saw those beautiful silver grey eyes, he felt a strong emotion fill him, though he couldn't quite name it. He felt a weird feeling behind his eyes and saw the boy's eyes widen.

"Draco, what…" He let his sentence trail of as the blonde stood and came closer to him. Harry had not even realized he sat up till Draco was sitting next to him. The blonde was looking straight into his eyes with a strange look, than broke into a small smile.

"I guess I'll have to get used to the eyes the most." He said and Harry gave him a strange look, but he only gestured to the mirror in the room. Harry stood from the bed and made his way over to the full-length mirror and his jaw fell at his reflection, before him stood…someone else. He had gotten taller, maybe reaching a good 5'9'' at his young age, and he had lost all traces of baby fat, but the most startling change was his eyes. They were a bright glowing red that would frighten or entice anyone. His hand reached for his eyes and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Then, taking in his other features he noticed that his body had gotten lanky, his eyesight was perfect, and his normally unruly hair was shiny and flat, looking completely different than he was used to. His face was more angular and his skin slightly more pale than before and flawless, no scars in sight. Except for the lightning bolt on his forehead. He also noticed how he wasn't wearing his glasses and took the enhanced eyesight as just another cause of the change.

"How is this possible? I read only purebloods have glowing red eyes, and why does the rest of me look so…" He was in too much shock to form full sentences. He turned back around to see Draco looking at him with a proud look.

"Harry come sit down, there's a lot to explain," He gestured to the bed and the raven walked gracefully over and sat down.

"Harry I want to let you know first that next time you pull something like not telling us your sick, I'll kick your arse. We are here to help you, okay? And we did a little more research since we found out what you are." He stopped and took the silence as a sign to continue.

"You have been in a coma like state for about two days. At one point I touched you and your eyes opened, they looked just as they do now, bright and red. From your previous notes we figured out what you were, a pureblood born vampire. Your not a halfblood Harry, and we can't figure out why; nor how the change happened so long after your birthday. We also don't know why your appearance has changed so much. Usually the vampire blood will change your skin and muscle mass, but the height, your hair, improved eyesight, and body structure are too different for this to be a normal change. Than, there's something else that needs to be done to finish the change. Though I am a bit hesitant to tell you" He looked into his loves red confused eyes and took a deep breath.

"We read that pureblood vampire's that have already found their mates need them at the end of the transformation. You see, at the end of the change blood is needed to solidify the vampire genes. Usually if a mate is not found the vampire will pick a close friend, because the first feed creates a strong bond between the two. However, if their mate has already been found they are the only ones the vampire can feed from, no other blood will be good enough for the first feed. Though eventually, once your body has become accustom to the change you may feed from other people, but this time…" He looked up in to scared red eyes. Harry then gripped his head, shaking it back and forth.

"No! I also read that right now I cannot control the bloodlust so well, I can't risk you like this! I'll wait till I have it under control—" Draco glared at him and interrupted.

"Look here you bloody Gryffindor, if you don't feed from me right now, in a week or two you will die and I won't allow that. There is no room to wait so do it, now." He finished as he took off his school tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt, exposing his neck and shoulder. Harry tried to resist, to tell him no, but the moment he took a look at Draco's neck his voice was lost. The boy's glittering skin caught his attention and Harry could hear his heart beat even louder than before, see the pulse at his neck. He closed his eyes taking deep breaths, but that proved to be worse as Draco drew closer and the smell of him throwing Harry over the edge. His scent in itself was intoxicating in such close proximity because of Harry's heightened senses.

"Just remember to lick the wound closed and I'll be fine. Harry, you need this," He said and moved his head to show more of his skin off and drew closer to the other boy so he was right in front of him. Harry could feel the prickling in his mouth as two long fangs grew from out of his gums and merged with his normal teeth, his throat burned with a strong need and he opened his eyes to glare at the Slytherin before him, fangs peaking over his lips.

"Don't move." He hissed as the only warning before be grabbed Draco's shoulders and plunged his fangs into his supple neck. Draco gasped at the sharp pain, but soon groaned as hot pleasure raced through his body. He gripped Harry's shoulders for support as he felt the Gryffindor drink from him.

Harry was in heaven. The dragon's blood tasted so good and he found himself taking in as much as possible. It tasted like nothing Harry has ever experienced and he knew he would never drink from another. The smell and taste of Draco's blood along with the sweet sounds he was making drove him to continue feeding. With the blood he also felt Draco's mind open up to his and could feel what the other boy was feeling. Slowly he felt himself begin to feel the burn in his throat dulling, but the taste of Draco made him throw the feeling away. He continued to gulp down the blonde's blood. Not until the hold on his shoulders slackened and the once strong heartbeat started to slow did he quickly pull away. Once Harry pulled away he saw that Draco's eyes were closed and his neck was still bleeding. Remembering what he said earlier the raven licked the puncture holes on his neck till they closed over. He saw how pale the boy had gotten and held him close, quietly cursing. He instantly felt guilty and feared he had taken too much.

"Draco, wake up please. I'm sorry Dragon, please be okay." He heard the boy in his arms give a soft chuckle. He looked down to see tired eyes look back at him.

"You stupid lion, that felt amazing and I am fine. Do not think me so weak, but next time maybe not take so much," he said as he gave a small smirk. Harry smiled at him, for the first time since his change. Draco closed his eyes and Harry held him like that on the bed for a few hours till he woke again, energy replenished after the feed. He somehow felt that it was later in the afternoon. He had coincidentally woken from the change in the morning and now woke again in the late afternoon. Harry looked at the boy in his arms and gave a kiss to the top of his head. Draco stirred and opened his eyes to see Harry looking at him, eyes back to their breathtaking emerald green.

"I guess we should venture out to see the others huh?" Draco whispered sleepily

"I think it would be best Dragon," He answered as he pulled away from the blonde to get up. Draco followed suit, but stopped suddenly.

"I may need a new shirt, I look terrible." He motioned to his bloodied shirt and the torn collar. Harry grimaced a little at the sight of his mate.

"I'm sorry, once I get the bloodlust under control better I won't be as messy. Here, there might be some fresh clothes in here." Harry walked over to a wardrobe and opened the old doors. Inside were Gryffindor and Slytherin school uniforms. Harry smirked taking out a Slytherin shirt and tie and handing them over to Draco. The other boy took them and paused before making a movement with his hands.

"Turn around you," Harry rolled his eyes, but obeyed his mate. Part of him agreed, not wanting to be enticed by the blonde's bare skin so close after the first feed. Draco would need to recover before he shared more blood with Harry. However, another part of him longed to see the blonde's exposed body.

"Well let's get going then," Draco said as he grabbed Harry's hand to lead them out of the room, breaking the raven from his thoughts.

Both boys came out and were greeting by the other members of the group. By the look of them, they had obviously not left since Harry awoke, and maybe even been here longer. Blaise and Pansy stood and rushed over with worried looks on their face at how pale Draco was. He waved them off and they slowed their pace before coming before the two. Hermione and the twins smiled at seeing Harry up, being the ones who had cared for him the past two days. He gave them a grateful smile and saw Luna and Neville sitting at the meeting table, smiling, but waiting to be filled in. Harry looked to Draco who was glaring at his friends who seemed to be talking his head off. The raven laughed, but caught his dragon's eyes. Draco sneered at his friends and told them to shut up. Pansy huffed and handed the blonde a vial of potion, a blood-replenisher, and stopped badgering him. While Blaise told him to drink the potion and to maybe have another in an hour or two. Draco nodded and downed the potion, trying hard not to grimace at the taste. Instantly his skin began to have a healthier tone to it and he did not seem as haggard. Harry turned his eyes away from Draco and back to his waiting friends.

"Come on, lets all go sit at the table and figure this whole 'me' situation out." Harry said as they all made their way over to the table. Harry caught Draco's hand and made the boy sit next to him, a strong emotion causing him not to want the Slytherin by anyone else. Draco rolled his eyes, but followed him, sitting in the chair beside him. The rest of the group took their seats with eagerness, curiosity filling them.

Once seated the rest of the room took in Harry's changed appearance and Neville was the first to start the discussion.

"So Harry, Hermione and Draco filled us all in on what you are, but I thought the change happened mostly inside your body, not so much in your appearance. Especially your improved eyesight, that is almost unheard of in any inheritance." He said while looking over the changes in their leader. Harry sighed, but Hermione beat him into answering.

"We don't exactly know Neville, and neither does Harry, but maybe after we talk about this we can look into his family bloodlines more." She finished, Harry would have glared at the girl for talking for him, but stopped breathing and froze like a statue as a memory hit him.

'Bloodlines, now I remember that man. He told me that when it happens to read the letter, where is it?' He inconspicuously looked around the room while Hermione was explaining more about what him being a pureblood vampire meant. He looked over to his school bag lying against the couch and saw the letter sticking out of the front pocket. He relaxed his stance and tuned back into the conversation, making a mental note to read the letter once he was alone. He looked at his friends and tuned back into the conversation.

"So the only person he can take donations from right now is Draco, since it seems he is Harry's mate. Draco, that means at least once a week you need to let Harry take blood from you, not from anyone else. It said in the book…"

"Yes that for the first six months only the mates blood with nourish the vampire if the mate has been found, both Harry and I read the books Hermione we understand." The blonde said interrupting her. She gave him a small glare while Harry just smiled at the two of them, thoroughly amused.

"So everyone understands now? My inheritance cannot leave this room, nor can my new appearance. I will be placing strong glamors on to make sure no one will be able to see this new me, at least until we can figure out the reason behind it. Also fixing my old glasses so they are just glass so I can keep appearances. So, until then we stick with the story you guys fed everyone while I was changing. Which was…"He looked over to the twins who grinned like fools, and Harry groaned inside.

"Oh so be so fickle Harry we didn't spread too nasty of a rumor." Said George dramatically

"Yeah we only told everyone we could find that you were sick with some horrendous disease, making you spew from both ends. Just so we could fix the end date of your sickness for whenever the nasty got all out of you." Fred finished with a sheepish smile on his face. Harry glared at the other, eyes leaking a little red with frustration. Though he quickly closed them and took deep breaths to calm himself. The room remained silent, but the others couldn't help but try not to laugh. The twins were quite mean when needed to be.

"Thank you for making that wonderful rumor, though next time can I please just have a cold or food poisoning. That would be much better than this…unpleasant condition." He looked up at them with a playful glare now that he had his temper in check. The twins gave each other a high five and laughed. The rest of the group let out their laughs at the two brothers antics.

"Alright well there we go, Vampire Harry. I guess there shouldn't be any surprises from here on out. Though this is my life and it does seem to like to screw me over." He sighed then gave a small laugh and motioned for Draco to get up so he could leave the table.

"I need to go do something, but you guys can pretty much do whatever you want, since I'm fine now. " He turned to leave, but turned back around and smiled at his friends.

"Thanks for everything guys." He said as he quickly grabbed his bag from beside the couch and walked into the room he was before. The mood at the table going to worried at the raven's hasty leave. Before Harry could close the door, however, Draco placed his foot in the way. He had his arms folded in front of his body with a frown on his face.

"What is wrong with you?" Harry returned his look with a small glare.

"There is nothing wrong with me Draco, I just need to lie down." The Slytherin didn't move from his spot, but glared harder. He looked around the room and pushed the other into the bedroom and closed the door to make sure they were alone. He turned to the raven once he locked the door and glared harder.

"Bullocks, I know when something is bothering you Harry, better now than before, now cut the shit and tell me." He demanded from the new vampire. Harry was glad to see that the Slytherin had retained some of his personality, it seemed lacking since he joined. However, he hated people demanding things of him and his emotions were still on high alert making this piss him off more than necessary. He felt his eyes bleed red and his fangs break his gum line and lengthen. He glared at the platinum blonde harder and hissed when he received no reaction from him.

"Do not try to threaten me into silence Potter or I swear, mate or not I'll put you in your place." Draco said as he opened his hand incase he needed to draw his wand. Harry saw the action and took it as a threat, letting his new instincts take over. He disappeared from Draco's view only to reappear behind him. He took no time in snatching the Slytherin and throwing him on the bed, pinning him under his body. In the movement he tossed the blondes wand away, out of reach. He hissed at the blonde and went to nip his neck lightly, making sure not to break the skin. After the bite Draco let out a small sound, but still glared at the boy above him.

"I am the dominant in this relationship, do not order me around Dragon." He hissed into the boys neck and then drew back to see his face. Draco had turned his face in a show of submission, but was still glaring at the vampire.

"I am only worried about you and wanting to make sure you don't do something stupid. Last time I left you alone you were coming into your inheritance, a process of pain and possible death if not looked after properly, so do not blame me for worrying over your sorry arse." He said in a sarcastic but hushed tone. Harry's eyes went back to green and his fangs receded into his gum line. His eyes went from angry to slightly guilty, but still held a spark. He moved from on top of Draco as the other boy sat up, still half tangled with the raven.

"I apologize Draco. I did not mean to let my new instincts take control like that. I do want to tell you, but I feel that I might not be able to handle this piece of news, and I do not want you here if I can't control myself." Draco gave him a disbelieving look.

"Harry, I am your mate, you cannot hurt me physically at all, unless it's a punishment like before. Your body will not allow it, not as long as I have this." He paused to pull his shirt down, revealing the front junction between his neck and shoulder. There on the left side was a strange pattern, almost looking like an old language, burned in three small spots in black on Draco's skin. Along with those three spots of small pattern was a crescent moon in the center, as if the focal point. Harry was momentarily distracted and went to touch the marking, but Draco stopped him with a soft smile. He held Harry's hand in his.

"They are still quite sensitive and I don't think its best to touch them yet. And before you even ask, yes these are burned into my skin. I am branded as yours and that happened a few hours after I touched you. I think the physical contact initiated it." He smiled at the raven, then turned his face to look into his eyes.

"However, at the moment we do not need to be worrying about me. Tell me what is bothering you Harry." He semi-asked in a hushed tone. Harry pushed his pride over branding Draco away and settled his eyes and mind on the discarded letter lying near the edge of the bed. He took a deep breath before untangling himself from the blonde and reaching to grab it. He set the letter in front of him, while Draco moved into a sitting position beside Harry.

"I was given this letter a little over a week ago. A stranger told me that when 'it' happened that the seal would break and I would be able to read it. I don't exactly know what it says, but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with my change. He said it would destroy everything I hold true, and I won't lie and say that doesn't entice and frighten me at the same time." He turned to look at his blonde in the eyes. Draco nodded and stood from the bed.

"I understand. From what you said it seems this letter is very personal, I best leave you to read it then." Harry gave him a questioning look. After all the trouble was he really going to leave the raven alone to read it, hardly. The dragon was too curious to be sated with just that explanation. Draco gave a smirk as he reached the door.

"Just let me know what it says later, I have a feeling you may need to read this alone first after all." He then unlocked the door and left the room, but not before placing a silencing charm over it. He knew his mate had a temper.

Harry let air escape his lungs for the first time in a while before tearing his eyes from the door to look at the life-changing letter in his hands. 'Its now or never Harry, man up. Well, in this case, vampire up.' He thought sarcastically before opening the parchment and seeing his name written in his mother's elegant handwriting. He took a deep breath and began reading.

My Dearest Harry,

If you are reading this it must mean that my plans have failed and I am dead. I'd hoped that you would never have to read this, but I pray this letter comes to you in good health and that you are safe. There are two things I must tell you first Harry, they are very important. You are not the son of James Potter, he is not my real husband and you are not his son. By now the glamors placed on you will have faded and you will have your true appearance. Secondly, I am not a muggleborn witch. I was adopted by the Evan's family at a young age and did not know any different till after my Hogwarts years. This makes you a pureblood Harry, in every sense of the word and extremely powerful. I know you must be shocked and I would apologize for the suddenness of this information, but there is no time.

I am forbidden to tell you who, but there is someone after us, after you. Not Voldemort or Death Eaters, but someone we trusted, who told us they would protect you. It has been months and I've just managed to take the memory charm off myself, but I cannot help James or your father. Nor can I undo the strong glamours on you, they are too intertwined with your magic. I could only deteriorate them enough so they would ware off when you turn 13. James and the world will continue to believe you are the Potter Heir, which may come in handy later.

Harry, your real father does not know you exist, glamours or not. That person betrayed us on the word of some old batty woman and made me think James was my husband and you were our child. I forgot the real you, my real husband. The only person not under oath or spell is your first Godfather, Sirius Black. No matter what is said Harry please trust him, he is the only one who can answer all your questions. He alone can explain the horrors of what has happened and explain my death. If I have failed than he is most likely in Azkaban, but you must find a way to contact him Harry. Remus Lupin was our friend too, he is under oath and cannot help to answer questions, but he may be able to help you with getting in contact with Sirius and he will do anything to protect you.

There is, something else. Harry you are my son, but your father was…something else. I sadden to think I will never know if you inherit his 'talents' or not and see the two of you learn from each other. Though, his family has always had that gene present, especially in the heirs, so by now you must be one of them. If you do inherit his side, it may help you find him. Your kind can sense if there is something, dark about another person. He told me once it was a feeling and you catch glances of the real nature of their aura, but it takes practice. You may be able to find him that way, because you are naturally Dark Creatures and have black or midnight blue auras.

I must go now, but please know I love you with all my heart. My dearest Harry, please be safe, be strong, and help your father. Help him remember, help him gain back all those years with you that have been stolen. But above all else, punish the person that did this to us. Destroy them and make them suffer for taking away our family, for destroying lives, and creating a monster that never existed. I would not ask your life to be ruled by revenge, do not let it consume you. But this person cannot be aloud to continue their work, it will leave the wizarding world in ruin, and I fear it may cost you your life.

Keep those you trust close,

Protect your mate if you have one, they hold your heart,

I love you my son, please never forget that,

Lily

Harry stared at the letter and was shocked beyond belief. He read the letter over again and felt a sadness and rage build inside him stronger than any emotion he has ever felt. He let his eyes bleed red and his fangs elongate and roared in rage at this mystery betrayer, and the loss of his family. He let his magic escape his hold and run wild throwing things around the room and slicing the walls. He continued to yell and hold his head till his throat was raw. Then he fell to his knees and curled up on himself, leaning on the side of the bed. He pulled his magic back in and sat there, glaring his new red eyes at the wall across from him as a few tears trailed down his face.

Someone had used magic to make it look like he was Harry Potter, but that wasn't real. Harry Potter did not exist. From the letter he knew his name was still Harry, but what was his surname? And who was powerful enough to make a memory charm that strong? To make three people think lies that strong. The one thing that burned more than even the loss of his mother, was that his father was still alive. Out there walking around not knowing he has a child. Oblivious to the betrayal of his wife and son. Finding him would not be easy, especially with so many families touched by vampirism. Though from the letter it looked as though his father came from a strong unbroken chain of male vampires. He would have to search to find the oldest families and see if he was part of them. Would his father even be in the United Kingdom? Would the betrayer make him move to a different country or continent to make sure that he would never be able to interfere with his plans? Harry prayed that it wasn't so.

Then, the news of him being a pureblood instead of a halfblood this whole time. That his mother had been adopted by muggles, never being told that she was from a magical family. He wondered which family she belonged to, he would have to find her research. That helped to explain why he was so powerful, why the vampire blood changed him so. His mother said he was a pureblood in every way, she must have known about the vampirism in the family. Perhaps it was part of the spell she was under, unable to tell him everything about his heritage. He narrowed his eyes remembering her request.

'I will make sure that whoever did this will pay, they will wish they had never betrayed my family,' He thought darkly as he continued to glare at the wall in front of him.

Through all the anger he felt something else, something at the back of his mind poking in worry. Curious, Harry looked into his mind and felt a little spark that wasn't his, but he could feel belonged to Draco. He prodded the little silver spark back and felt Draco's worry as if it were his own.

'It must be part of the mating process, I wonder…' He let the thought trail as he gave a small, almost unnoticeable, smile and sent a message to his mate.

'Draco, I read the letter, if you wish it you may come in now.' He sent to the blonde and immediately felt the blonde's happiness in his mind, along with surprise, filling him with a warm feeling. He waited a minute before he heard the door to the room squeak open. He heard the boy's footsteps and then he was looking into beautiful silver eyes and two warm hands were on his shoulders. Draco looked at him with concern, though he knew not to ask, but wait for Harry to tell him what the letter had said. Harry just stared at his mate then looked over to the bed where he had left the letter, then back to his mate in a silent approval. Draco nodded, and went over to grab the letter from the bed, making sure not to trip over the mess Harry's magic had made. He held the letter and then went to sit with his dominant on the floor, Malfoy pride or not. He read the letter and his eyes grew wide with each sentence. When he was done he looked over to Harry and saw the teen had a depressed look on his face. Eyes back to green at the calming presence of his mate.

"Harry, I would say I'm sorry this is happening to you, but you don't need pity right now. All I can really say is that we will find who did this to your family, and we will find your father. I promise you as your mate that I will be here no matter what. Whether we need to do research, torture, or kill. You have the Malfoy family at your side. Though I do think I may know who did this to you, someone here at school." He looked into his mate's green eyes. And then saw them widen and start leaking blood red as he realized what Draco was thinking. His gaze was murderous and he spoke for the first time since reading the letter.

"Draco can you make a meeting for me to meet the Dark Lord at the end of the school session? I think we may have a common enemy now. " He said in a dark whispering tone. Draco nodded his head.

"I will not let that crazy old bastard ruin this world by making us weak and blind. The world is going to get a wake up call because once I find my father and regain my true name, Harry Potter the savior of the wizarding world will be dead. " He said with malice and hissing that had Draco shivering in a strange way. Harry looked over to Draco and let his eyes go back to their brilliant green. Draco gazed into those bright eyes and rested his forehead on his dominants.

"Thank you Draco, for being here and helping me." The blonde smiled and closed his eyes.

"Thank you, for proving last year to my family that you were more than you seem. My father could see your dark aura and knew deep down that you were never under Dumbledore's thumb. Now a pureblood vampire and wizard, I think we made the right choice," he reopened his eyes and locked eyes with the raven. The two just stared at each other. Draco calming Harry's mood and bringing him back into thinking clearly. Now exhausted from the day's events Harry gave a small laugh.

"I guess I'll have to clean this mess up now that I can think straight again." He leaned away from Draco and began to stand up. He stretched his sore muscles going to grab his wand but was stopped by Draco touched his arm, causing him to pause.

"You've used enough magic today, let me help. Then we can just relax until classes tomorrow okay? The change took a lot out of your magic and energy, I don't need a weak mate, so sit back and watch." Draco said with a smirk as he pushed Harry into sitting on the bed. Harry felt pride and was strangely enticed with what Draco did, his vampire side peaking up at his mate trying to be dominant. Draco waved his wand a few times as he whispered a few spells and the room repaired itself, belongings going back to where they belonged. Once he was done the blonde Slytherin turned to face his mate with a prideful smirk.

"See, I am quite the wizard you know." Harry stood and came close to the blonde. Draco's eyes widened as he felt the raven slip his arms around his waist, a small blush forming on his cheeks.

"Why yes I do," Harry said, so close his breath tickled Draco's face. He leaned forward connecting their lips as Draco let out a small sigh. The kiss was sweet and innocent, but left the two of them breathless. Harry reveled in the softness of the blonde's lips and the way he could hear his heart race. His smell and racing heart making his slow pulse begin to quicken. Draco was filled with warmth, and happiness at finally being able to kiss the raven after waiting for so long, and the feeling surpassed his imagination. Once they separated they rested foreheads, a warm feeling filling them.

"Tomorrow we start the search for my father, but first we continue looking for Black. My mum said he is the only one who can really help and answer all my questions. I have a feeling I'll be able to contact him easier now." Harry said

Draco only nodded his head and followed his mate to the bed, both content with sleeping in the Sanctuary that night, the world could wait till morning.

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I hope you all enjoyed finally finding out what Harry was! I know I was a bit obvious, but you'll never guess his papa! Please review and I will have the next chapter up as soon as I can. Thank you for your wonderful support! Happy Halloween!

Kakeru :P