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Took a break from writing new chapters of Angel of Death and the Dark Lord's Equal and decided to edit another chapter of this.

Like I said in the beginning, Harry will be by himself for a while and I will use the following chapter to explain why. Don't worry too much because he won't be separated from Felix for that long (few chapters at most). Also, the plot will see Harry in both worlds.

Here is a disclaimer that unfortunately states that I do not own anything that I am writing about and am merely hoping to play in another author's sandbox for a short time and what follows is for entertainment purposes only.

Felix held the limp wizard's dying body in his cold, strong hands.

During his hundred and hundreds of years on this earth Felix had only had the pleasure of meeting a handful of singers – people whose blood called to him and tasted better than anything, rather, anyone else in existence. It was quite simply an indescribable sensation and was something that all vampires were beholden to should they have the fortune of crossing paths with one.

Resistance was futile because the blood quite literally compelled them to drink, making their thirst that much harder to ignore.

But Harry's blood was different because magic had also flown through his veins. It made his blood that much richer and Felix knew, without a doubt, that nothing would ever taste or feel this good again.

So Felix savored and stored this brief moment of utter bliss within his otherwise unending and drawn-out existence inside the almost eidetic confines that was his vampire mind; he wanted to remember this feeling of the blood against his lips for the rest of his days even though he knew that it was all downhill from here. No amount of blood would ever taste or feel this good again.

And for a moment Felix hesitated in taking the last drop of blood – this pathetic human in his arms called to more than just his need to cool the constant burning in the back of his throat.

For centuries he had remained unmated because his standards were such that he wanted someone who was just as equally beautiful and strong as he was. He had waited so long that he had gotten used to being alone and had stopped looking for someone to share his existence with.

"My singer…," he said in a rare moment of weakness.

For even though his hunts were the only moments away from the Volturi's watchful eye, he was never truly able to have private time. Not with the way that a single touch by Aro was all it took to reveal his innermost thoughts and desires.

But none of that mattered in this moment. His victim was beautiful – for a mortal – and Felix paused from feeding and took the opportunity to look into the barely conscious and mesmerizing green eyes of the younger man.

They held his ancient soul in rapt attention and for a moment the strongest of the Volturi guard contemplated turning the young man to be his companion; however, he knew that Aro would never accept someone within his inner circle unless he had chosen them for himself.

It wouldn't matter that they would be mated to one of the Volturi's most persuasive and effective guards, and it was a similar death sentence to even think about leaving the guard to start a new life with this mortal.

Therefore, it was quite easy for Felix's unquenchable thirst to retake control over his musings and bleed the young boy dry.

Harry's heart stopped beating a short time later.

Reluctantly, and with a great deal more care than he usually gave to his victims, Felix disposed of the body in a shallow grave that had taken him a few seconds to dig. For some reason he just couldn't imagine dismembering the greatest meal that he had ever had on the off-chance that a drop of the young man's blood remained to facilitate his venom's gift of immortality.

As it was, Felix was positive that he would not have wasted a single ounce of that precious substance that had called to him unlike anything that he had ever experienced before. In fact it didn't even occur to him as something to be concerned about.

However, there was a very small drop of blood left within Harry Potter because Felix was not Voldemort and Harry could only die by that man's hand.

It wasn't a lot of blood that remained but there was enough for what little magic that Harry had left to help the venom do more than it otherwise would have been able to in changing the very nature of what he was for the rest of eternity.

Of course, that little bit of magic would also help to gift Harry with a very important trait in his new life – but it would it be a few days before that became apparent.

Again, it was that sliver of magic that remained in his body and protected him long enough for the venom to have a chance to work.

It was fitting really, because Harry's magic was always something that he had treasured as it had allowed him to escape his prison at the Dursley's and was now able to protect him for a final time. His magic had encased his organs and cells for as long as it took for the venom to take over, and when that happened Harry's magical core pulsed outwards for a final time and then became silent as the magic left his body permanently. Other humans would have died given the amount of time between his heart stopping and the venom having the opportunity to give him a new life.

And sadly, Harry would have to endure his entire transition towards immortality alone because Felix had departed long before the change had had the opportunity to start within his body.

Obviously Harry wasn't aware of any of this - and it would take him some time after realizing what he was to get around to thinking about how he had survived being sucked dry.

Because, as consciousness returned to his body, the venom dived further into each and every area of his body, forcing his reawakened mind to focus almost exclusively on this horrible pain that he couldn't escape from.

Not even the Dark Lord's Cruciatus Curse compared to this new hell that Harry suddenly found himself in.

Hadn't his last thoughts been about a beautiful angel that had been rescuing him from this stupid world?

Based on the fire that raged over and throughout every inch of his body it seemed that he had been taken to the other place instead. Every second was torture, and it went on for what seemed like an eternity.

In fact, Harry was so focused on the pain that it took him longer than it otherwise would have to realize that he was in the ground and surrounded by dirt. The tightly packed soil further irritated his skin that already felt like it was being charred to a crisp.

As the minutes passed by he didn't even have it in him to question or worry about what was happening to his body since his mind was fixated on the seemingly never-ending suffering that he had fallen victim to.

Time continued to pass in this hellish manner for what felt like days; however, there came a point where the pain suddenly began to change.

No longer did it feel like every inch of him was being roasted over a very hot fire. There was still some pain that lingered in his nerve endings but it was lessening by the second, and allowed his mind the ability to focus on something besides his complete and utter misery.

With every additional minute that passed his body began to feel more comfortable, and oddly stronger as well if that made any sense.

The best part though was what was happening to his mind. It felt sharper and thinking was a hundred times easier. Plus, the dull pain that had resided in his scar since before he could remember was changing too. It flared for a final time as the concentrated burning sensation returned to that area just underneath the surface of his forehead. But it was brief and then vanished, and his scar would never bother him again.

Unbeknownst to Harry, not only had one of Voldemort's Horcruxes just been destroyed but so had the last remnants of his mother's protection that had enabled him to survive that fateful Halloween night. That rare combination of having another magical soul within him – not to mention his mother's magic – go through the venom's change would give Harry another gift for his immortal life that would make him truly unique.

Felix wouldn't be disappointed.

But again, Harry didn't, couldn't know this and was just thankful that in addition to his scar no longer bothering him, his whole body felt like it was returning to normal – except that it was anything but.

Harry's senses, which before were quite average, were now being overwhelmed by anything and everything around him. However, his clearer and now more-focused mind was able to process it all at dizzying speeds.

The first thing that he took note of was the smell of the dirt. It still reminded him of the smell that had been forever ingrained in his mind from tending to Petunia's garden but it was now way more complex. There were subtle notes that he could now pick up on that he had never noticed before, and he would have focused on those if his ears hadn't began to pick up on strange and quite frankly impossible sounds.

Except that as he heard them he knew instantly what they were and that they were true. No matter how alarming it was to hear the worms burrowing throughout the soil around him or the birds chirping above the ground, his mind couldn't help but wonder what new abilities his vision had pick up if his other senses had advanced this far.

He hoped that he wouldn't need his glasses anymore.

Therefore, he practically burst from the grave that Felix had dug for him, but because he had not expected the thousand-fold increase in his strength he soared high above the ground and into the branches of the trees that were high above him. It was seemingly effortless for him to grab onto one and steady himself while fifty feet off of the ground as his eyes took in the sheer wonder around him. To say that his vision was clear and crisp was an understatement for he could see things that he knew had to be there but had never even seen or noticed before.

Again he wondered just what in the hell had happened to him since he could now see pollen and dust floating through the air. But that wasn't all for he saw colors that he didn't have the names for or words to describe and he could now see miles in every direction that he turned his head despite the cloudy and overcast sky that would have normally made it difficult for him to see more than a half mile.

The sights were beautiful and captivating and Harry felt like he could continue to stand there and never get tired; in the back of his mind he was sure that the tree would give out long before he did given how strong he now felt.

His mind raced through everything that he knew – magical or otherwise – that could possibly explain this. In addition, he began to wonder just how long he had been suffering underneath the earth because when he looked down below he saw the remnants of his campfire and belongings that told him that not much time could have passed given the state of things.

Since it was clear that he had remained on earth all this time, he began to really question what day it was or even when had been the last time that he had eaten. Surely it had to have been several days ago…

Suddenly, the thought of food stirred an intense dryness that began in the back of his throat. Much like the burning, it fast became the only thing that he was able to focus on.

Harry realized that he was hungry, starved even. And then it hit him: a scent so appetizing and mouthwatering that he jumped down without even knowing that he had moved. His body was on autopilot as he continued to take in that smell that was better than anything his nose had ever picked up before in the Great Hall at Hogwarts.

Somehow, his otherworldly senses combined to pinpoint the exact location that this tantalizing smell was coming from.

The more that he focused on it the more that his mind was able to put together the exact picture of what was causing his body to react.

It was large, it was warm, and it had a beating heart.

But none of that mattered in this moment because this new thirst that he was experiencing overrode every thought except how to hunt.

Which was laughable since it took his new physical abilities seconds to cover the hundreds and hundreds of meters that separated him from his prey.

Without even thinking he launched himself at the wolf once it was within his sight and sunk his razor-sharp teeth into its neck. The pathetic struggle of the animal didn't even register in his mind. Nothing did until the last drop of blood had been consumed and his thirst abated.

Finally, Harry was able to process the bizarre events that had just occurred.

"It can't be," he said in a strange and beautiful tone that was similar yet very different from what he remembered his own voice sounding like.

But even as he dropped the drained predator to the forest floor he knew what he likely was now, what he simply had to be.

There was simply no other explanation that made sense in his mind given all of the mounting evidence: the cold and strong man who had grabbed him; the sharp pain in his neck and the feeling of blood leaving his body; the horrible burning that had spread out across his entire body; his increased senses and physical abilities; but most of all it was because of the thirst and the hunger that he had felt guide him to the wolf so that he could feed. It didn't even matter that it was daytime because literally nothing else made sense in his mind other than the fact that he was now a vampire or something very close to it.

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