scorpion moon goddess Thanks for reviewing, and I'm glad you like the style of my writing because I don't think I write that good anyway.
A/N; Thanks everyone who reviewed. Sorry I haven't posted, it's been SO busy, basketball try-outs, Driver's Ed... eww. Anyway, I hope this makes up for it.
Chapter 4: R.I.P
The morning light hit Harry's face and he stirred realizing he was surrounded in warmth. He looked up and green met purple. Harry's eyes widened in shock and he jumped out of the man's embrace. Lucas mistook his shock for disgust.
"Sorry, my face is that horrible." Lucas replied coldly as he stood up and turned away from the boy to look at the time.
"You should probably take a shower; I'll give you some clothes to change in to." He replied flatly. The boy frowned; he didn't mean to hurt Lucas like this.
"Why- why don't we go back to Grimmuald to get my clothes?" The vampire turned around sharply and his eyes flashed angrily.
"No, you're staying with me." With that he looked through his closest and handed a complete outfit to Harry.
"Everything you need is in the bathroom. Be ready in 20 minuets and meet me in the dinning room." With that he stormed out of the room.
Harry cursed himself as he entered the bathroom, how stupid could he be? He stopped in his tracks as he walked in the bathroom. It was huge, about five cabinets and wardrobes scattered around the room, a black long marble sink stretched along a mirror and the shower/bath was about seven feet long and five feet wide.
He stripped and turned on the warm water in the shower, stepping under the head of the shower and moaned quietly as the water slid down his body.
What was it? Three days since his last shower? He grabbed the shampoo and scrubbed his hair trying to get rid of the filth.
With out warning he remembered the dream he had last night, and how Lucas was there to comfort him. He dropped his hands in defeat.
'How could I do that to the Vampire, after all he did form me?' He averted his gaze toward a razor that was sitting on the ledge.
He heard people talk about cutting themselves when they're depressed. He knew Lucas was a vampire...would he smell the sent? No. He reached over and snatched the razor and held it over his wrist. Flashes of Cedric, Sirius, the Dursley's and the hurt expression on Lucas' face came into his mind. With a whimper the razor cut deep in his skin. Crimson fluid streamed down Harry's arm and his tears fell down to the floor with the crimson substance.
His depression felt like it was washing away with the red liquid running down the drain. With one more slit Harry shut off the water and dried himself off, while he pushed the black towel against his cuts.
He put on the black pants, black socks, and the black collared button up shirt. Luckily the shirt was long sleeve and dark, so no one would see the blood.
He threw the dirty clothes and towel in the hamper and bent down to put on the black leather shoes. He stood up and realized everything fit almost right except the pants were a little too long and tight in the back.
His hair was messier than every, sticking up in wet locks. He sighed; he wondered were Lucas was taking him.
The wizard left the room, starting off toward the dining room, pulling down the sleeves further. He arrived in the hall noticing Lucas waiting there already clothed, wearing a navy blue shirt, dark blue jeans and brown leather shoes.
He walked over to Lucas who had his back toward the approaching figure. Harry swallowed and cleared his throat announcing this arrival. The Vampire turned and looked at Harry in interest.
"You look great Harry." He purred studying his form in desire.
"A... thanks? You look ah, good to." He blushed deeply as Lucas smirked and raised an eyebrow. The man stepped closer and unbuttoned two more spaces of Harry's shirt so more of his soft tan skin showed.
The young wizard watched in curiosity as Lucas' fingers started stroking Harry's star charm. He almost forgot he had the black diamond charm, remembering to ask Dumbledore about it later.
Lucas' fingers stumbled from the necklace gently rising towards Harry's cheek. A single finger brushed up and down slowly against Harry's jaw with bright purple eyes watching the boy with desire. Gently leaning down he brushed his lips softly against Harry's cheek.
Lucas pulled back and smiled slightly as red came flooding on his mate's face. He could play this game for awhile, just plain and innocent touches toward Harry. Just for a while, since it took a lot of energy just from holding back his desire for Harry.
Mating season started in three weeks, exactly when Harry started school. Then he would be very possessive with the boy.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you this morning, I know you were just trying to comfort me last night, and I thank you for that." Harry said looking at the wall behind Lucas.
"Your welcome puppet... if you don't mind me asking what was your dream about?" He already knew it was about his godfather Sirius Black; he just wanted to see if Harry trusted him.
Harry's eyes lost focus and he replied flatly.
"My Godfather. Voldemort is just playing games with me."
"Everything will turn out fine in the end Harry. Mark my words on that." He put a hand on his shoulder for comfort.
"We should start heading off. Follow me." With that Lucas turned and Harry followed behind him, lost in his own thoughts.
Before he knew it, he was outside and he saw Lucas wave Harry's wand in thin air.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked. His question was answered when a huge purple bus showed up out of no were.
"The Knight bus?"
"Yep, come on love." Harry refused to start an argument with that nick-name and they climbed the stairs to come face to face with no other than Stan.
"Welcome to the knight bus... Neville! Or Harry? Everyone is worried about you." He gave Lucas a searching look and didn't do anything further because he was intimidated by the man before him.Lucas was unfazed as he glared back and wrapped his arm around Harry's waist possessively.
"Go sit down Harry." The look he gave the boy left no room for arguments. Sighing, Harry made his way to a bed, watching as Lucas leaned close to Stan and handed him a velvet sack with a gold ribbon tied to it. They nodded and the vampire seated himself on the same bed as Harry.
"Tell me where we're going." Harry demanded.
Lucas just smiled and shook his head. The trip went like that, just in silence with Lucas and Harry deep in thought.
A bang was heard as they stopped, and Lucas motioned for Harry to go in front of him. Once they reached outside the site that met Harry's eye's was a cemetery. Lucas pushed him slightly to keep walking.
Wondering why Lucas would bring him here, he kept walking in-between the tombstones until he saw three single coffins surrounded by talking people. He turned and tried to run away but Lucas stopped him with a vice like grip.
"Harry you have to do this." Harry shook his head violently trying to sneak out of his grasp.
"No, they all hate me. You don't understand."
"No they don't hate you. And I know you'll regret not going later on, trust me on this one, Harry." He turned the boy around and guided him closer to the funeral for the Dursley's.
Everyone started at them as they arrived in the crowd. Harry saw his aunt Marge, other relatives of the Dursley's, and business men of his uncle. Looks of confusion, pity, and disgust were thrown in Harry's direction. But Harry just kept his head up and looked straight ahead at where his dead family layed.
His throat contrasted as the pastor spoke words of wisdom and spoke about all the happy memories they had, which never included their nephew. The whole funeral went by in a blur for Harry, who was very grateful for Lucas standing by his side. After it ended Harry turned to leave until a voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Heerry! Heerry!" A small grin appeared on Harry's face as he looked down at his 'cousin', Amber, a seven year old girl. She was the only relative of his who talked to him.
Who could resist a bright child with blond hair in small pink-tails, and bright blue orbs for eyes?
"Hello Amber. How are you?" He squatted down as the young girl threw herself at him. Wet lips kissed his cheek and she pulled back smiling.
"Good, how about you Heerry?" Harry sighed.
"I'm doing ok." She frowned.
"Is Heerry sad?" Harry smiled,
"I'm doing better." He replied watching her with a slight grin. Amber bit her lip and her eyes brightened.
"Can you do the magic trick? Pleeze?" Harry looked up at Lucas who was watching the two with mild interest. The wizard blushed and nodded his head toward the girl.
Putting both his hands out he let her search them. She flipped his hands over looking everywhere for anything, but didn't find it.
"Ok, ready." Amber said satisfied that there was nothing in his hands. Harry brought his hands back behind her ear and brought back a chain with a green crystal Frog at the end. A little trick he learned in first year.
At seeing the frog Amber jumped up and down and kissed Harry right on the lips.
"Thank you Heerry!" Harry smiled but it faltered as he looked up to see his Aunt Marge looking down at Harry like he was a measly dog.
"Run along Amberlee. You mother wants you back over by her." The young girl nodded and turned to run away. Harry stood up to become a head taller than his aunt, but that didn't stop the furious expression to fall from her face.
He felt Lucas step closer to him and he thanked him mentally.
"Hello Potter. I'm surprised you're here." She sneered.
"Well, they were my family, I would only think it be respectful to say good-bye." He replied, frowning at her. She just shook her head and that was when Harry took in her appearance.
She had bags under her eyes, gray hairs sticking up, a cane to hold herself up and a half full alcohol bottle clutched in her free hand. He realized that he was a head taller because of her hunch...that ment he was still shorter.
"No, I'm surprised you're here... in the land of living. You should have died. You're a piece of filth, a troubled little boy who causes death around you! You're just like your whore of a mother and father." Harry's eyes widened at those words.
"How dare you." He spoke quietly, unaware of Lucas turning into a vampire beside him. With a lightning quick movement Lucas grabbed Marge and brought her behind a tree out of sight from everyone.
Fangs poked at his bottom lip the whitest shade Harry ever saw. With such force he slammed her into the willow tree, and only inches away he spoke to the frozen women.
"You pathetic women! Never insult my mate, especially in front of me; you have exactly five seconds to apologize to him." Harry was shaking as five seconds went past in slow motion. He watched in horror as Lucas sank his fangs in her neck and sucked all her blood up greedily.
Harry turned and ran away in fright and disgust at himself for not trying to stop Lucas. A bird that was the color of red and gold scooped down toward Harry.
"Fawks!" Harry said in a relieved tone as he opened the letter.
Harry,
You need to get out of there. Death Eaters found out you were at the cemetery and are heading there now as I write this. Heed my warning and get out of there.
AD
Panic surged through him as he crunched up the paper. He looked around his surroundings at all the muggles crying for their loved ones, soon to be killed by something they didn't believe in.
Birds flew crazily out of the woods and Harry knew they were here. With out warning, spells shot through the air and hit innocent people. His eyes widened as he saw a magic beam of a spell come toward him, unable to move he was knocked to the ground.
Looking up he met violent purple eyes.
"You need to give me my wand Lucas." Harry stated softly.
"Albus told me to keep you safe; even though I despise him I'm going to listen to him this time." Lucas stated still lying on top of Harry. The raven haired boy angrily pushed Lucas off him and stood up.
A scream pierced his ears and he turned to see...