Chapter 1: Changes

Disclaimer: I do not own either of the series; they are owned by Laurell. K. Hamilton & J.K. Rowling. I'm just borrowing them and making them does things I know the Authors wouldn't have ever thought of doing :]

Warning: Contains Slash, Yaoi, and Shannon-ai to begin with as I don't want them rushing into things so for the next 9 or more chapters there will only be kissing and hugging and minor groping;]

Authors Note: Thank you so much for Reviewing and adding my fic to your favourites, Alerts etc… So that's why I decided to update today and hopefully this chapter will be a reasonable length -Fingers Crossed-

Thanks Natalie668

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Standing before him was the large white marble building of Gringott's Bank. Sighing he entered through the large wooden double doors which had runes around the outside; there were several hundred types of runes carved upon them, very powerful and impenetrable.

Once he was inside the huge building he saw the desk where the head Goblin's office was he walked towards the door and knocked once.

There was a scraping of chairs and a man walked out and behind him was Igrok the Head Goblin who took care of all of his money and Properties.

With one last look at Harry the man was gone through the Double doors, the little Goblin looked up at Harry and motioned with his hand for Harry to follow him into his office. Harry of course followed, once in the office Harry looked around it was what he would imagine a Kings personal room would look like, everything was made of Gold; trinkets all over the place; there was a painting of some woman behind Igrok.

Igrok looked and Harry and spoke to him in a firm tough voice which sounded like it was from a much larger person "Please do sit down Mr. Potter; I just heard about you winning the War congratulations, now what can I do for you?" Igrok asked as nicely as a Goblin could.

"I was wondering if you could somehow make it so I can use my money in America without having to keep coming back here to get it as I'm going to be living in one of the Black Family properties in St. Louis" Harry replied looking down at the goblin who was sat in a high backed throne like chair.

"Yes, of course Mr. Potter; we have a Card which you can use in both the Muggle and Wizarding world that may take us about 15 minutes to connect it to all of your Vaults and it will cost 1,500 Galleons to make it, is that okay with you?" The Goblin asked eyes never leaving Harry's prone form.

"Yes, take it from my personal account if you will." Harry replied in a dead tone.

The Goblin nodded and replied that it was already taken care of; Harry inclined his head so he didn't have to keep looking at Igrok whose eyes were now piercing into Harry, it made him feel very uncomfortable.

Harry had been sat there in silence for about what seemed forever and The Goblin handed him a card which looked exactly like one of those credit cards Muggles use. The goblin then handed over a pair of keys which were to Harry's new home in St. Louis.

"Thank you very much" Harry said with a small smile which only lasted a few seconds.

"Good day Mr. Potter" Igrok replied

Making his way out of the Office Harry noticed that there were more people in there than before when he had first entered, there were gasps and some pointed towards him; he had had enough and cut them a dirty look and walked past them. Ignoring the shouts they made, some were asking him if they could have his Autograph. Was it not enough that he just saved all the useless bastards! No it seemed not.

He was able to breath properly again when he was out of there, he had to go to Sirius' old house to use there Floo to get to his new home. This was going to be fun, bringing all those horrible memories back.

Harry winced when he leaned on his bad leg which had gotten hit with a severing charm during the fight. He had completely forgotten about it until just then.

Closing his eyes tightly he imagined what Number 12 Grimmald Place looked like and with a popping sound Harry Potter disappeared from Diagon Alley, it felt like being sucked through a straw and to say it was uncomfortable would be an understatement.

Opening his eyes he found himself in front of Number 11 and 13 Grimmald place, once again he closed his eyes and thought of what Number 12 looked like and when he opened his eyes he saw the house squeeze out between the two.

Walking up towards the steps he took a deep breath and opened the door only to come in contact with a big whoosh of cold air.

It smelled musty in there, it had not been used since Sirius' death and that had been over a year ago. Seeing it after so long made his tear ducts water, hastily wiping the evidence that he was upset away, he walked to where he knew the Fire place was and took some Floo powder from the pot on the shelf and stepped into the fireplace he dropped the Floo powder and spoke very clearly,

"Black House, St. Louis" Harry said loudly, in a sudden burst of green flames Harry was spinning and going past thousands upon thousands of Fireplaces.

What seemed like forever to Harry he was thrown out of one of the Fireplaces and found himself going head first towards the floor; managing to get his arms in front of his head just before his head would have made contact with the concrete floor.

Just about managing to stand up he leaned onto what could only be called a large cooker, it was looked like it could hold 12 saucepans all at once; he had never seen one so big.

Walking towards the nearest door to him; Harry opened it and found that it lead to some stairs which went upwards it looked like they were never ending.

By the time Harry had made it to the first floor his leg was hurting like hell, there were some more doors on this corridor opening the one nearest him he found it to be the Master bedroom; it was huge, the bed in there could hold about 6 full grown men in it. What did they need a bed that big for?

Shrugging it off he made his way towards the large bed, the duvet was a rich Emerald colour. Which matched the curtains which we a dark Emerald with Silver ties.

This interested Harry so he walked towards the window to have a good look at the view, he could see fields upon fields of trees. By the look of the sky it was probably late night time.

Shoving his hand into his back pocket he hastily pulled it out and cast a few cleaning charms around the room, you could make out more things in the room now.

There was another two doors in this room, which Harry supposed lead to the bathroom and the other he supposed lead to a built in wardrobe or something.

He made his way towards what he supposed was the built in wardrobe, what he found surprised him.

In that room was actually a full sized Library, he walked in and noted all the Dark Arts books he found in there, he also found books on Magical Creatures such as Weres, Vampires, Trolls etc.

Fingering the books he found an interesting one, before he could get it out he heard a loud banging coming from somewhere underneath him. Lifting his wand higher he quickly made his way out of the Bedroom and towards where the stairs were going downwards, his ears picked up on some more noises so he began to quicken his pace.

Already his leg was aching and became throbbing in pain, but still he would not let someone let themselves into his home. No, he bloody well would not.

He was looked over the banister and saw that he was nearing to the bottom floor; he held his wand in front of him ready to curse the intruder.

Stepping off of the last step he found 3 different sized House Elves looking at him in awe. It must have been a long time since they last saw one of their Masters, the littlest one blinked dumbly up at him. This one looked like it was young; like it was a baby Elf.

The oldest of them spoke first, "Sorry Master, we haven't seen any peoples here in a lot of years now, is there anything Master be wanting?" the elf asked.

"Um… no thanks" Harry replied looking around what seemed to be the Hall as there was a front door in front of him,

"I'll be going out tonight and probably won't be back until tomorrow morning some time or maybe later" Harry said to the Elves.

The three House Elves nodded simultaneously, making his way to the door he heard the familiar pops which stated the Elves had just popped away somewhere.

'At least it wasn't a burglar' Harry thought

'I can't just sleep now, those memories will come back and I can't be having that; I just cant, I don't want to remember now right now; I just want to be able to be normal just for one night, is that against the rules or something' sod it I'm going out and I'm going to distract myself for the night' Harry thought sadly

Making his way through the large solid oak door he found that there was a large block of apartments the place looked like the type of apartments you see in all of those American films where all the rich people lived.

Smiling slightly he continued down the pathway from the house and once on the pavement the house seemed to disappear from view, though Harry knew that it was still there.

He had been walking for about 10 minutes when he came to what he supposed was the main part of town because there were crowds of people on the streets, some lining up to go into what Harry supposed was a club; he made his way over to them and decided to line up to get in too.

Looking around he noticed there were loads of women; well about 92 percent of them were women; 'oh well' Harry thought to himself.

'Well I guess this is a distraction' Harry thought amusedly.

Once in the club Harry noticed a girl walking round holding crosses; this made him wonder why she was holding them, the girl approached him and said in a tone that said to do what she said or else. He shook his head and the girl said nodded in understanding and walked off towards the people who were behind him.

He made his way towards the front stage and sat down in a dark corner; as soon as he settled himself down he could feel the magic or what felt like magic buzz throughout the room.

What lights were on in the club darkened and the only light throughout was the spotlights shining upon the stage, one male came out he had long blonde hair; but that wasn't the only amazing aspect of him, he had the most fascinating lavender eyes Harry had ever seen before; he entered the stage like he was as light as a feather; as if he had the grace of an angel; he sure looked like one. That was when he began to move softly to the background music which could just about be heard throughout the heavy air in the room.

The women's eyes were transfixed to the petite form on the stage; Harry had never seen so many women be so quiet. Chuckling softly, he saw the lavender eyed man eye him up.

'Must not have been so quiet after all' Harry mused.

Harry looked into those eyes mesmerised by the young mans beauty; he hadn't seen anyone so angelic like in all of his life. It was the beauty before him who looked away first he concentrated on the women audience now and made his way down the stage steps and over to the women who were reaching out to touch him; one of the women grabbed a hold of him and pulled him into a fierce kiss.

Harry felt himself growl angrily; this made the Lavender eyed man to look scared; Harry felt his face redden in embarrassment.

'Why the hell did I just growl; since when have I growled' Harry thought confusedly.

That second Harry didn't know how long he had been in his own little world but the petite man was know where in sight; in his place was a brunette haired dancer who was in tight leather trousers and no top. He had lean muscles on his upper half.

Harry decided now was the time to leave; as he made his way out of the seat he was sat in he found that someone was in his way.

"Excuse me please" Harry said trying to side step the male in front of him.

"Non, monsieur I think we need to have a little chat oui?" The dark haired beauty asked, obviously this male was French.

Harry looked the man up and down suspiciously before saying "Okay, but I don't know why you would want to speak to me for."

Following the tall slender man throughout the crowd which seemed to be under some type of spell as none of them seemed to notice the two figures winding through the room.

They made it to the mans office without being noticed by the others; the man seemed to be looking him up and down; if Harry had been looking into the males eyes he would of saw pure lust. But because Harry was totally oblivious to how attractive he was; he tended to miss these signs.

"Please do sit, Mon Petit" the male said in a silky tone, it was like velvet against Harry's ears.

Shivering in pleasure; Harry blushed a dark crimson 'what the hell am I blushing for I don't blush, Merlin help me' Harry thought to himself praying that the ground would open up and swallow him away.

"Ah, as I was going to say before you turned that lovely shade of crimson" the man licked his lips and carried on "My name is Jean-Claude-Claude; Master of the City" Jean-Claude said in that same tone as before.

"Um… what exactly do you mean Master of the City?" Harry asked confusedly.

"Head Vampire; it means I'm to know of any Magical creature coming into the city, such as Vampires, Magical beings such as yourself, and I have the right to not let you have safe passage. What I would like to know is why you did not ask in advance if you could come to my city?" He asked watching the young man before him.

What did this vampire have the right to tell him where he could go or not; it's his life. It's like Dumbledore all over again 'Well I am NOT going through that again'

"Well I'm so sorry for not calling you up to tell you that I would be going to live in my God Fathers old home, cause seeing as I only just finished fighting for the Whole Wizarding Britain's life you'd think I'd have a break, seems not huh! Oh well fuck it, you don't like me living here tough shit; I'm Staying!" Harry said angrily eyes going dilated and the crimson blush was gone and in its place was an angry scowl.

'Maybe I shouldn't of been so mean; what the hell came over me, I'm never usually able to get this wound up so quickly'

Jean-Claude didn't like being spoken to like that no matter who it was from,

"Mon petit magicien, there is no need to use vulgar language, I was just pointing out what you should have done" Jean-Claude said looking into the wary wizards eyes. There was something about him that made his vampire want to claim him and not let anyone near him.

Shrugging that thought away he moved behind the beauty's seat and leaned down and spoke silkily in French, "Mon Petite, Vous êtes Mon petit magicien" and he laid his lips against Harry's neck, Harry seemed to like it because he instinctively moved his neck to the side.

'Oh Merlin what am I doing, why am I letting him do this to me I bet he's making me act this way with his vampire powers, well I'm not going to let him well I could because it feels so nice; No, no I'm not going to succumb to these feelings' And with that last thought Harry swiftly left the room and made his way back towards his house, 'that sure was a weird night, so much for being like any normal person' Harry thought smiling slightly.

Authors Note:-

Thank you so much for your Reviews and Alerts and Favourites they made me so happy to see loads of people wanted to read it =)

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10 pages that's loads!

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Harry will be going to be going to Circus of the Damned in the next chapter I think; haven't decided yet. Sorry for not going into uber descriptions of the house. Not exactly good at describing houses; forgive me please…

Thank you again; I'll try and write the next chapter today it may take me longer as I have to try and plan out the future chapters

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Updated : 19th May 2009 at 12:11 p.m English Time