A/N: Thanks everyone who is reading this even though there is already a sixth book out. If anyone thinks I should stop this I will.

Previously:

After he numbly paid for his room he went up to his room and shut the door. He walked slowly to his window and looked out at the mid day sun. He did care for Lucas…deeply but he was just afraid to get too close to the Vampire. He knew he had to apologize to both Snape and Lucas tomorrow.

Sighing he collapsed on his bed and fell asleep, never realizing that far away in Hogwarts a man with purple eyes was thinking about him to.

Chapter 9: The Appalling Right Hook

Harry woke up to a bird nudging him on his nose. Opening his startled green eyes he came face to face with a pitch black raven that held a piece of grey parchment on his leg. Sitting up he looked closer at the bird studying him.

His feathers were so silky midnight black that in the light they shone purple and black eyes watched him with a curious expression. It squawked and held his leg toward the wizard who untied it. A flap of wings brought his attention to the bird to see him fly away through the sunny mourning.

Shrugging he opened the rich parchment to come eyes with rich creamy emerald ink. The writing was elegant and eligible.

My little one,

I'm terribly sorry for last night's events. I know now that Granger means nothing to you but a good friend.

Awaiting your arrival from the Leaky Cauldron, Number 13.

A shiver went up his spine at the last bit. Looking closer at the letter he noticed Lucas didn't sign it but in neat writing a small I love you replaced his name.

A small blush came over his cheeks and he turned the parchment around, to have his stomach drop. On the front was a black star jewel in-graved on the paper. His tanned fingers wrapped around his black diamond choker. Why was his charm Dumbledore gave him the same thing on the Pierce's stationary? Then it hit him that was why Lucas always played with Harry's choker and why it glowed when other vampires were near by that wanted to harm him.

It was a mark of ownership, like he was owned, and Dumbledore didn't give it to him Lucas did. He crushed Lucas' note in his fist and chucked it across the room in anger. Yet another thing that Vampire kept from him.

He stood up and took out the shrunken merchandise from his pocket and enlarged it with a mutter and wave of his wand. Taking his clothes and trinkets to the bathroom, he showered and dressed. It felt good to wash all the grime away from his body and the imaginary guilt. He lathered up with a sweet smelling shampoo and body wash scrubbing of all the loose tears and dirt.

After about twenty minutes in the bathroom, half of that trying to flatten his hair to no success, he shrunk all his things and left the room. He was dressed in blue jeans (slightly tight from Hermione's choice) brown leather shoes and a navy blue collared t-shirt.

Making his way to Hermione's room he knocked on her door. Taping his foot impatiently, he looked at his new wrist watch only to give a double take. They only had 10 minutes to make it to Kings Cross until the train left.

"Hermione!" He pounded on her door a third, fourth time. Now only 8 minutes. He was about to open the door until someone grabbed him from behind. He whirled around to see… "Hermione?" He blushed deeply at his stupidity.

"I was waiting for you downstairs for a half an hour. Come on, no time to eat." She dragged him over to the street curb and waved her wand to haul the knight bus.

"This is the only way we'll get there in time." She replied going up the steps ignoring Stan's usual speech and rules.

"Kings Cross, right away." When those words left Hermione's mouth Ernie stepped on the gas making Harry fly backwards hitting a bed hard.

"Herm, only three minuets." Harry stress pointing to his watch. All he was glad for was that both his and Hermione's stuff were shrunken in their pocket's making it easier to travel around.

"Kings Cross" Stan shouted. The two 6th years shot up and ran toward the exit. Before they could get off a wax head came right in front of them.

"Oi! Pay." A Jamaican voice scolded them. Hermione looked desperately in her purse.

"Hermione you go, I'll pay. GO!" Harry instructed pull out his money sack, ignoring everybody's stare.

"But-," She started.

"No offense but I'm a faster runner, I'll catch up to you, go." With out arguing she ran off to catch the train with two minutes chasing after her. He took out the sickles and forced them into Stan's hands. Of course it was more than the price but he had no time to count it out.

He hopped off the bus into a crowed train station. He cursed and started weaving in and out of the muggles, all their insults falling of a deaf ear. Passing one through five platforms he looked down at his watch. 10:59, One minute. Six through eight, finally platform Nine came into his view as he ran, no sprinted in between the pillar Ten and Nine.

The whistle sounded as he saw the shiny red train moving faster and faster.

"Harry!" Hermione was in the back gate, safely on the train. She leaned over the gate and outstretched her hand toward Harry. His legs went faster and faster trying to catch the train. The small door opened behind Hermione and Draco Malfoy came stepping out, stopping in his tracks as he caught the situation in front of him. For a moment he smirked and Harry thought he would just turn back to the train but the raven headed teen was surprised as Malfoy leaned over the gate and offered his hand.

"Come on Potter grab my hand. We can't survive without the boy-who-lived this year, can we?" The blond reached farther and Harry ran faster.

"Run faster Potter." Malfoy stated looking over the side of the train to see a bridge coming up and the train started to pick up more speed. The boards would be going every other, causing Harry to go through them if he missed a board.

Panic went through both Malfoy's and Hermione's face as they realized this and the door opened again to reveal both Patil and Lavender. Taking one look at the scene they ran off, no doubt telling everyone.

"Come on Potter! I can see Quidditch isn't the only thing you suck at. Running is just too good for the Golden Boy." Harry grinded his teeth and lunged forward to catch Draco's hand. Without even a second after the railroad skipped on the bridge and Hermione took a sigh of relief as she watched Malfoy haul Harry up on the train.

"Thanks Malfoy." Harry spoke uncertainly. The blond just snorted with his usual sneer upon his face. "Well, what would I do without my enemy at school?" Harry rolled his eyes and walked toward the door leading to the train.

"Sure Malfoy." Hermione gave a thankful nod toward Malfoy and followed Harry in. Once they were settled in a compartment they looked at each other and started laughing at the irony of the situation. Harry just shook his head and pulled out his book on Blended Vampires.

If Hermione saw the book, she didn't comment, but took out a book herself. The book had very interesting information in it. Parts of the facts had horrified him…

Blended Vampires are very gorgeous creatures. Unlike regular Vampires, they can walk in the sun without getting effected. Holly water, garlic, and stakes don't faze them.

They are very rich and like to show off their wealth around other's.

Every Blended Vampire has a mate, which is very important to them unfortunately they are very possessive and protective of their mate and will do anything to show ownership. Ranging to killing by a single slice of their long sharp finger nails to putting their family symbol on their mate.

Harry unconsciously put his fingers up to his choker and swallow heavily. Their was a picture of a Vampire with his fangs out and his long razor sharp nails producing from his fingers. Just with one slice a person could split in half. That thought horrified him. And he could not hold in his anger for being known as property to Lucas and being lied to.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Hermione was watching him over her book with concern etched across her face.

"Er…I'll live." He discarded his book quickly in his bag and sat up just as their compartment opened. Harry was not ready for what he saw. Ginny and Ron came walking in looking like death itself.

They changed so much after their mother died. Ginny although looking much better than Ron, had long hair tangled up in snarls and dark circles under her eyes. Ron on the other hand had grown taller dramatically, and it was noticeable because he was as skinny as a fence post. His hair was down to his chin all messed up, and his face was paler and shrunken.

"Oh." Hermione cried getting up and hugging each one. They barley hugged her back, instead they sat down staring into nothing.

"I'm sorry about your mother." Harry spoke quietly at the two. Ginny sniffed softly and nodded her thanks while Ron just sat there. Hermione gave a short sob and squeezed Harry's hand for comfort.

The train ride went on like that, all quiet with no one daring to speak a word. Harry didn't pick up the book again. He was too mad at Lucas to even care and too uncomfortable with the two youngest Weasley's suffering.

A while before they reached Hogwarts they all put on their robes. Harry's green eyes looked over at Ron's robes and frowned. The pant legs and cloak were up to his calves while his sleeves were two inches below his elbows.

"Oh, Ron, what are you doing to yourself?" Harry whispered to himself. He felt guilty of his and Hermione's great appearance compared to theirs.

Harry growled and took off his choker, unbuttoning the first two buttons on his collar to show Lucas he was not property.

The train stopped with a sudden halt and students piled out, scattering all around the station. Ron and Ginny walked in front of them and Hermione turned to Harry with tears in her eyes.

"I can't believe this, Harry. It's like a nightmare." The young wizard nodded grimly, putting the charm in his pocket.

"Give them time Hermione." He didn't need to tell her that he had accepted the fact of the deaths of Remus, Sirius, Cedric, and Molly Weasley much faster than they did. He felt slightly angry at the two Weasleys. They weren't only hurting themselves but all the others around them at how they were acting.

Hermione, sensing his thoughts intertwined their fingers together.

"I understand Harry." She spoke quietly climbing in a carriage with Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson. They Slytherin girl looked Harry up and down and gave a small smirk.

"Well it looks like you grew up over the summer, Potter. Are you going to be the next sex god? Pretty soon The Dark Lord won't be the only one after you." Harry raised an eyebrow and looked over at Draco who was smirking in silent agreement.

Harry just shook his head in annoyance and gripped Hermione's hand tighter.

"What happened to the two Weasels?" Draco drawled in a bored tone, looking at his fingernails.

"I thought you would know Malfoy. Considering you're Dad, who had a miracle getting out of Azkaban, was the one who killed Molly Weasley." Harry replied bitterly enjoying the increase of color in Draco's face.

They stayed silent as the carriage stopped in front of the school. Malfoy and Parkinson flew out of the carriage Hermione frowned at Harry.

"That wasn't very nice, Harry." He shrugged and entered the Great Hall with Hermione by his side. It was full of awaiting students and Harry wasn't aware of the giggling girls and whispering following his wake. Harry just sat down next to Ron who was looking down at his plate.

The raven haired beauty sighed and looked up at the staff table. Dumbledore, Sprout, and Flitwick were having a deep discussion about something, Snape was surveying the Great Hall and when his eyes locked with Harry's he raised and eyebrow. That was when the events from last night hit him.

His Potion's Professor was a vampire too, and protected Hermione and him from Lucas. The emerald eyed wizard gave him a small grin in thanks and then turned his eyes to a hooded man, seemingly looking right at Harry. The boy remembered the man over the summer break; he had never spoken to him though, never asked for his name. Being uncomfortable by his stare he lowered his eyes to Ron and Ginny.

A small fifth year Gryffindor girl was talking to Ginny who was nodding here and there. Ron though…he was staring blankly at the ceiling. It was like he was an empty shell. Just like Harry was after his breakdown this summer.

He turned his eyes away from his broken friend in pain, only to lock eyes with glowing purple. Lucas was here for the sorting, standing at least five feet away from the first years and surprisingly he had a muggle cigarette in his hand, blowing smoke out dangerously. Standing there. Just watching Harry.

It sent chills down Harry's spine. Then he remembered all the things the Vampire hid from him and glared heatedly at the man, who raised his eyebrows in return. McGonagal caught the cigarette in the Vampires hand and marched towards him angrily. Before Harry could see what happened his was interrupted with a tap on his back.

Turning around he came face to face with the Ravenclaw table full of giggling girls.

"Huh?" He asked, not daring to see the reaction on Lucas' face.

"We- I was wondering if you could get that for me?" A pretty sixth year asked pointing at the quill lying on the Great Hall floor. Unfortunately it was three feet away from him, causing him to stand up and retrieve it. Briefly wondering why they wouldn't ask anyone else he sighed and stood up right as McGonagal finished the sorting and Dumbledore started his announcement.

"I'm sure you're all wondering who this-," He stopped as he saw Harry stand up. The raven haired wizard blushed deeply and bent down to pick up the quill, regrettably that caused a lot of loud giggling from behind him. Harry stood up quickly and handed the writing utensil to the silky blond. She smiled sweetly at Harry and ran the feather down Harry's arm.

"Thank you, Harry." He grunted and sat back down.

A loud stomp was heard and Harry turned to see the whole staff table looking at him in amusement and disapproval, while Lucas stepped on his cigarette bud, glaring headily at Dumbledore.

"Are you quite done, Mr. Potter?" Harry flushed and nodded, looking down at the golden fork beside his plate. The table started laughing and Hermione shook her head. Somewhere inside Harry knew that if he looked over at Ron, the red-head would be still staring at the ceiling.

"As I was saying, I'm sure you are all wondering who this young man is. He transferred to Hogwarts this year from home schooling. Please welcome, Lucas Pierce." There was a polite applause as the Vampire sat on the stool, awaiting his house. McGonagal put the hat on and within only a millisecond the hat shouted,

"SLYTHERIN!" Lucas sat the hat down and made his way over to the table that was cheering loudly for him. Many boys and girls were looking at him the same way they did to Harry. Of course the boy didn't notice this but Hermione did. She shook her head, this year was going to be bumpy.

"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. A reminder that the Forbidden Forest is indeed forbidden. Flinch our caretaker has added more trinkets to the banned list, so if you have time you may want to look at that. Last year's Quidditch bands have been lifted for this year." The Gryffindor's cheered and congratulated Harry.

"Yes, yes. I would like to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Riddle." Harry's eyes widened and Hermione and him looked to each other in disbelief.

"No way." Harry whispered, ignoring the cheers from the oblivious students. He looked up at the Staff Table to notice the man didn't lower his hood still but was looking at the Gryffindor table.

It couldn't be, could it? He looked around to notice Ron made no move to acknowledge it, Ginny was frowning at her plate, Draco grinned ear to ear, and surprisingly Lucas who was sneering dangerously at Riddle.

"Tuck in." Food appeared and Harry caught Dumbledore's eye. The Headmaster gave a grim nod, confirming Harry's credence.

"How?" Hermione asked looking over at Riddle who kept glancing his direction.

"I don't know but he has been watching me for a long time now." Harry hissed in annoyance. Did that man do it just to make him feel at unease?

"Er…H-Harry?" Hermione stuttered in fear.

"What is it 'Mione?"

"Lucas." Harry averted his eyes over to the Vampire to swallow in horror. Yep. He discovered Harry was not wearing the choker. His eyes were brilliant red and his nails were growing little by little. He kept his gaze on Harry and stabbed a piece of stake with such force.

"Harry, why is he mad at you?" She whispered glancing between the two.

"Because I took off the choker he gave me, it was supposed to mark me as his property." Harry hissed turning his eyes unto concerned brown.

The young witch frowned. "That's what Blended Vampires do to their mate, Harry." She knew only the basics of these sorts of Vampires; she would have to look them up in the library later on.

"Really? Than why did he lie to me? I was told that the charm came from Dumbledore for my birthday. That's all the Vampire does is lie." He replied looking over at Ron who was not touching any food at all, his favorite thing.

Trying to ignore the Vampire's glare, he pilled some spicy drumsticks and wild rice on Ron's plate.

"There you go Ron, it's your favorite." Harry said trying to cheer the red-head up, not succeeding one bit.

Out of nowhere a spoonful of mashed potatoes came flying through the air and hit Ron in the forehead. Harry saw a bunch of Slytherins point and laugh at the lack of reaction Ron made. Harry growled and stood up ready to bring a fist in the laughing face.

He took a second step until a hand landed on his elbow, stopping him. Turning to see how the hand belonged to she was surprised it belonged to Ron. A couple of people began watching this scene un-play; the Professor's were ignorant to the view.

Harry frowned at Ron, "What is it Ron?" The red-head stood up, towering dangerously over Harry. Without a word, he turned and walked over to the Slytherin table.

Meanwhile the Slytherins had stopped laughing, just watched as the broken shell with mash potatoes coming down his face came toward them. But all of a sudden he stopped in his tracks and turned around walking back toward Harry now.

This had caught a few more people's attention including a few of the Professor's. Harry watched as Ron stopped right in front of him. There was an odd glint in his friend's eyes and hushed words floated in Harry's ears.

"You don't even care." And without warning he brought his fist back and gave Harry the best right hook punch in his jaw. The impact of the punch made Harry fly on top of the table making the food disappear in thin air before he landed on it.

The whole hall was silent except for a few screams. The usual giddiness of a fight was not present during this moment. It brought a big surprise to see the 'Golden Trio' break up.

Harry whimpered as he landed on the table. That had hurt like a mother-his thoughts were literally blacked out as his head collided with the table with a large smack.

He was too horrified to fight back, why was Ron doing this? Of course he cared for Ron and Molly. His thoughts were dissolved when he saw Ron bring his fist back again until a certain Vampire caught his fist and picked Ron up by the collar.

Many gasps were heard as they saw the fangs sprouting out of Lucas' mouth and the growing fingernails.

"Mr. Pierce, please put Mr. Weasley down." Dumbledore warned coming to stop besides him. Ron with all his glory punched the Vampire in the mouth.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. Was he doing this because of his mother's death? Harry watched as Lucas' head didn't even flinch, instead he brought back his long fingernail.

Harry quickly stood up and put a hand on his shoulder. Dumbledore lowered his wand as Lucas ceased his attack.

The Potter Heir was standing on the table so he came eye to eye with the Vampire. He tried to speak but all that came out was blood.

Lucas looked from Harry back to Ron and before Dumbledore or Harry could react, he slit the boy's face. Not in half but a small scrap.

What Harry was expecting certainly wasn't this. Ron started screaming bloody murder and than collapsed to the ground in a fit when the Vampire released him.

"Lucas!" Dumbledore roared and the purple eyed man put his hands that were now human up in the air.

"He deserved it." He hissed severely and Hermione gave a sob, sinking to her knees beside Ron. The Weasley was still breathing, so what the hell did Lucas do?

"Go to my office Lucas and we'll discuss this there." Harry watched as the Vampire sneered and shook his head.

Lightning quick Lucas turned and put his arms around Harry and they appeared in front of a portrait in seconds. The young wizard blinked. Here he was in the arms of Lucas, in front of a portrait far away from the Great Hall.

He legs were wrapped around the taller's waist and Lucas had his hands wrapped around Harry possessively.

"Forbidden Blood." He spoke, making the entrance way open. They stepped in, revealing a beautiful room in black and green. Harry was about to ask what he was doing until he felt the blood flooding his mouth.

The stronger man forced Harry up against the now closed door.

"We need to have a small talk, little one." His silky velvet voice washed over Harry in a calming but dodgy matter.

Holding Harry in place with his lower body, Lucas put both hands on Harry's jaw. The young wizard frowned in confusion until he moved in pleasure as a warm tingling feeling spread through his jaw.

Then it hit him, Lucas was healing him. His jaw un-painfully popped into place and Harry sighed in relief. Blood was still in his mouth and he noticed Lucas looking at his mouth lustfully. Soft fingers tipped his chin up and they came face to face. Harry watched as Lucas leaned down to claim his lips for the first time.

It felt like heaven with electric surges going through his body. Harry kissed back, trying not to open his mouth to have the blood pour out. His tanned hands entangled them in Lucas' hair and the vampire pushed Harry further in the wall with his body.

His tongue swept in Harry's mouth to suck all the blood out of the boy's mouth. His purple eye's clenched in pleasure. Harry's blood tasted so good, so much better than all the other blood types he'd tasted before. He could've continued but he felt Harry slump against the wall in lack of breath. After every blood drop was gone and after his tongue claimed every part of his mate's mouth he broke the kiss.

Harry gasped for breath and buried his face in Lucas' neck. "Bloody hell." The young wizard breathed holding on to the vampire. "That was amazing." Lucas purred in response and brought Harry over to the bed.

Sitting down besides Lucas, Harry looked up at him with his vivid green eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me you sent the charm, Lucas?" He asked softly, digging it out of his pocket. Lucas took it out of Harry's hands and stood up, disappearing toward his trunk. Silence met his ears and he saw the man come back with the Black star jewel attached on a thin black leather strap instead of its usual rope.

With a start, Harry almost gagged as Lucas tied it back on; making it much tighter than it was before. He could hardly breathe. Once he tripled knotted the leather, Harry touched it to see that it was defiantly a choker. The star charm was dangling against the middle of his throat.

"I wouldn't think you would wear it if you knew a stranger gave it to you. But it's very important that you wear it." Harry turned angrily at him.

"So you can claim me? I'm sorry Lucas but I'm not someone's property." He hissed furiously. He was surprised when Lucas gripped Harry's jaw and brought his lips severely close.

"You'll soon find out how possessive I can be, love. That choker not only show's ownership but it helps protect you against other Vampires. You see they will know you're the Blended Vampire Prince's mate and try to take you from me. And I will not stand for that." He loosened his grip on Harry and pulled him to lay on his chest.

Lucas was leaning against the headboard while Harry was leaning against him with his arm wrapped around Harry protectively. They layed there for awhile each lost in their own thoughts. Both of them enjoyed the other's company greatly and knew they finally found love.

If only they could only settle down for once…

"Lucas?" Harry whispered putting his hand on the man's chest.

"Hmm?" He purred stroking Harry's back soothingly.

"What did you do to Ron?" His voice was curious and apprehensive.

"He is long gone, little one. Ever since his mother died, he'd left the land of living. That wasn't him who hit you, just remember that. I put him out of his grief." He paused and Harry could sense a small amount of amusement. "A single cut from my fingernail puts anyone in a comma. He'll wake up when he's ready. I would think I did him a favor. He should have never layed a finger on you." Harry frowned at the sudden loss of his friend; it made him feel desperately cold. But if Lucas said if was for his own good than he would have to trust him…but didn't the Vampire lie to him on more than one occasion?

Sensing his thoughts, Lucas tightened his hold on the small body. Harry would have snuggled deeper into Lucas' chest if an image of Hermione all alone didn't pop in his head. She would need someone desperately just as he did.

He jumped out of the Vampire's arms and walked over to the door. "I'm sorry Lucas, I need to see Hermione. I am glad we got to work out the problem, though." Lucas growled and for the second time that day he slammed the poor boy against the wall making his head crack against the stone painfully.

He spoke with his lips on Harry's ear and the boy could feel the fangs brush against it. "It's always about Hermione. When is just us?" Harry shivered in fright and pushed him away and left out the door, never looking back.

Back in Lucas' rooms the vampire growled and chucked a table against the wall, shattering it to pieces. He needed his mate close by and the only way to do it was the hard way. He was done trying to woo him, now he would play it his way. Jealousy.

A chilling smile appeared on his face. He would have Harry as his own, and very soon.

The Gryffindor wizard made his way in the common room and immediately spotted Hermione in a chair by the roaring fire. She had given up her badge that afternoon as a prefect saying she couldn't handle the responsibilities with everything going on.

Once they locked eyes she got up and ran into Harry's arms. Sobbing was heard across the room as the young wizard comforted her.

"What did he do to Ron?" She spat angrily at Lucas. Harry winced at the tone but responded anyway.

"He was just protecting me, 'Mione. He just put him in a coma." She stopped crying and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Harry, Lucas is dangerous. Please be careful around him." Harry opened his mouth about to point out that she already promised him to say he would but closed it. He was begging to see the truth in those words. Ever since he met the man he had such a temper, but he would always treat Harry with such gentleness. He couldn't help but those alien feelings come surge through him.

"Come on Herm, we should get to bed. We have classes tomorrow." She nodded and stood up.

"Thanks Harry, for comforting me. I know it's a big risk with him around." She made her way up to the dorm with Harry behind her.

Sunlight hit Harry in the face and he groaned loudly. Ron usually shut the shades at night, but he was resting peacefully in the Hospital Wing.

His stomach twisted painfully and he sat up. No use sleeping now. He pulled on his uniform and looked into the mirror. His hair was sticking up in all directions and his stunning emerald green eyes shone out from his dark skin.

Grabbing his book bag he slung it over his shoulder. He wasn't hungry at all, so he wondered around the castle. He was on his way to the library but when he heard a girl giggling he stopped in his tracks and looked around the corner. What he saw made him gag.

Pansy Parkinson the Slytherin slut was in the process of getting a hickey from a man where his hands were under her shirt, exploring her breasts. He was about to turn around until he realized who the man was. Lucas.

Anger surged through Harry. What the hell was he playing at? What happened about last night? Surely he was mad he left for Hermione, but would he cheat on him like this every time he got made at him? The man was playing games with him and he hated it.

"How original. The Vampire whore fucking the Slytherin slut." A voice purred in his ear mockingly.

Harry whirled around to look up into red eyes.

HERE EVERYONE, YES I KNOW THERE IS MISTAKES, SO FORGIVE ME. ANYWAY…THE SIXTH BOOK WAS GOOD WASN'T IT? GOSH. ANYWAY, PLEASE REVIEW. THANKS TO THOSE WHO DID LAST CHAPTER.