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I MUST STRESS THE FIRST 10 CHAPTERS ARE NOT MINE THEY BELONG TO THE Author DARKMARKLV when I remember her new name I'll tell you and the actcual title of the story.

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Chapter 7: Forget and Forgive

School started in two days, and Harry needed to catch up with his studies. He did a lot of studying already this summer and was proud to say he was past Hermione's level of knowledge.

Receiving his OWLs he was shocked in receiving all Outstanding's in his subjects. Except for History of Magic he had gotten an E and surprisingly he received an A in Divination and Astronomy. He was sure if Sirius and his parents were here they would be proud of him.

Sighing, Harry sat on the maroon couch in the common room. So much had happened during his summer break, his last relatives died, he and Dumbledore didn't see eye to eye on many things, being kidnapped by a vampire telling Harry he was his mate, Remus dying, and hating the guts of his supposed Mate for betraying him.

The thoughts in his head focused on his red-headed friend, Ron. His mother died in the battle of the graveyard. He was afraid how that would affect the boy.
Clenching his teeth together he couldn't help as his thoughts went to Lucas. What year would the vampire be in? What house? Would they be back together?

The raven haired beauty groaned in frustration. He couldn't keep thinking about these things. He would be talking to Sirius right now, loading the poor Animagus with his problems…standing up he ran toward his dorm and grabbed his Firebolt that he received back in the summer.

Flying was something that kept his mind off of all his perplexing thoughts. Opening the window, he jumped out and took off into thedusk sky that shone with hints of twinkling stars that seemed like they were winking at him.

Later that night, Harry stepped out of the shower and looked at his appearance. Messy wet inky locks were sticking everywhere, large almond bright green eyes peeked out from tan skin, He had a great smile if he ever used it, and small muscles in his petite body.

Dobby informed Harry that he was to attend dinner at the great hall tonight. Typical Dumbledore. Harry sneered as he searched through his trunk and pulled out a short sleeved navy blue shirt and khakis. Throwing on his ragged brown leather shoes that were plenty sizes to big for him, he ran out of the common room toward the Great Hall.

The clock read 6:05… five minutes late, but he could thank Dobby for that. The tiny house-elf came about 10 minutes ago to his dorm, making the boy have only a limited time to get ready. His stride faltered in front of the two large doors that led to the Great Hall. Taking a deep breath he pushed them open, walking in confidently. A silent groan went through his whole body when he noticed that the only table was the small teachers table, makingone vacant spot open for him. Across from Lucas, and next to Snape and Dumbledore. What was the irony of that?

He sat down ignoring the glances from the other teachers that were staying at Hogwarts for the summer. His eyes couldn't help but to slid across from the vampire. He looked like shit, his usual sparkling indigo eyes were now a dull purple/gray with dark circles under them. 'Good' Harry thought happily to himself.

"Why hello Harry, I'm glad Dobby was able to give youmy message." Dumbledore spoke, sounding like he was greatly enjoying the awkward positions.

"Me to." Harry replied, voice dripping with sarcasm. Snape gave an amused snort in his throat and Dumbledore chuckled, ignoring the sarcasm. The old man picked up the silver spoon and scooped up some cut strawberries.

"Would you care for some, Harry?" The young boy looked up at the headmaster and shook his head in disgust.

"No, I don't care for strawberries." Harry replied bitterly, enjoying the awkward shift from the man across from him. The strong urge to look at him won over and his eyes locked with the vampire. His eyes held many emotions, anger, sadness, and determination.

"Hello, love." He purred quietly.

Emerald eyes narrowed. "Pierce." A gave a curt nod. A humming came from beside him and his attention went from Lucas to the Headmaster who was humming a happy tune from the Weird Sisters.

"Harry, will you speak to me after dinner?" A pause and Lucas put a small smile,

"Please?" His voice sounded so desperate, causing Harry to look down at his empty plate.

The weaker side of the Potter heir won over yet again.

"Yes." His own voice came out submissive. Harry reached over to his goblet and looked over at Lucas from over the rim. His purple eyes were looking at the choker around Harry's neck. Odd.

"Harry, Professor Snape will accompany you and Mr. Pierce to Diagon Alley tomorrow for your school supplies. Meet them at the Entrance Hall at eight." Harry nodded and nibbled on a few things here and there. After the third bite of his dinner he was very uncomfortable under Lucas' stare.

"I'm heading off to bed. I'll see you at eight, Professor." With that he jumped from his seat and out the Great Hall, aware of Lucas silently following behind him. He started to walk in a fast pace, hoping to loose the vampire.

Turning the corner he was pushed up against the wall by Lucas, with his nose inches away from Harry's. A sly smirk came over his handsome face.

"You promised to talk to me after dinner, Harry." His voice was purred, mocking Harry.
The younger wizard frowned. "Well Lucas we both know that people don't always keep their word." His stare was pointedly toward the vampire who's eyes had gotten slightly red. He pushed his hips hard into Harry making the youngerfeel the hard member.
Grabbing Harry around the waist tightly, he glided them toward the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Say the password, Harry." His fingers tightened around the small body.

"Firebolt." Harry managed without shaking. He silently prayed that the Fat Lady wouldn't open but, alas, she did with a glare toward the Vampire. He could feel the anger coming off in blasts from Lucas and pleaded with Merlin that the vampire wouldn't do something he would regret.

His thoughts were interrupted when he was layed down on the couch in front of the Gryffindor fire. Trying to sit up, his plans were spoiled when Lucas straddled his hips.

"No, You are going to hear me out, love." Lucas stated firmly.

Harry blinked up at Lucas and sighed, sagging on the couch. Ignoring the pain from the heavy weight on top of him. "Fine Mr. Pierce fire away. Don't think I'll just forgive you and everything will be ok. It hurt when I saw you and her. After everything that happened, I just wanted to be with you, but then I saw you…" He didn't trust his voice to speak any longer.

Lucas frowned, he hated to see his Harry like this…and to think he caused it. He would make Harry love him if it was the last thing he did. The vampire gently put his hands on the side of his mate's face and gently stoked it.

"Harry, I am sorry what happened between the death of your Godfather, the werewolf, and the Mother of the Weasley's. We will talk about that later but I have to explain why you saw what you did." He stopped for a short breath and stared directly into Harry's bright emerald green eyes.

"You see," He began to stroke Harry's face even more. "When I was a young vampire, I found you as my mate. I was so excited but there was a major problem…you were about five years old. Too young to be in sexual relationship with a man more than twenty years older than you." Harry gave a nod and tried to shake off his hands but they kept stroking him.

"When a Vampire finds his mate he or she becomes sexual active with their chosen one. Hormones are pressed forth immensely. So when I looked at it I had two choices, one. Rape an extremely small five year old child continuously or two. Get a sex toy." Harry's eyes widened as he realized what he meant.

"So I watched you grow up with those horrid Dursley's." The vampire's knees tightened around Harry's hips.

"And I received a women who had green eyes…not as remarkable as yours, black hair…not as soft as yours." His hands traveled through the boy's messy, but silky hair.

"She meant nothing to me Harry…nothing at all, just someone to let out my desires on. It was you I wanted. It's you who I want and I need you so awful Harry. Trust me I would never hurt you like that. It must have been appalling for you to see that." Lucas finished his story and Harry sat there in thought. He believed the account Lucas told, the whole thing, but one half of him wasn't ready to get too close to him…just yet.

Green met Indigo and Harry cracked a small grin at the man's apprehensive stare.

"Do you believe me Harry? Forgive me?" He asked quietly.

A large smile broke Lucas' face as Harry gave a nod in acceptance. The smile made something in Harry's stomach flutter.

"Thank you, Harry. You have no idea how happy you made me feel." Still straddling the petite body, he gathered the wizard in a hug. The two sat in the embrace for a few uncomfortable minutes until Harry spoke.

"Lucas…I'm not ready for a relationship yet, at least not now. I hope you can understand that." The Vampire's arms tightened around Harry then let go immediately. He stood up looking down at the young wizard lying there with emotionless eyes.

"Albus told you that Professor Snape will be escorting us tomorrow. I'll see you then."

Harry rolled his eyes. Every time Harry told him he didn't want to be with him he always ran off, well not now.

As Lucas turned off toward the dorms Harry gripped his arm in a deadlock. Lucas whipped around and was forced up against the wall by Harry.

"Don't run from me again, Lucas." The younger man scolded, looking up into the man's eyes. That was when something dawned on Harry, he was short compared to Lucas. The younger man came up to the others shoulders.

"I'm short." He whispered, sorrowfully, letting go of his vampire mate. Before he could react he was forced to changed positions, with Lucas' hands on the wall on either side of Harry's head.

"Yes you are. Now you can see who will be on the bottom." His voice was harsh as he swept away to his own bedroom. Harry stood their, stunned with a blush covering his face. What the hell was wrong with that man?

His footsteps were quiet as he went to his own room. Lucas was like a very complex puzzle. But he was certain one of these days he would fit the pieces together.