AN: Chapters are going to start off short, but as the story develops will get longer.
Don't count too heavily on daily updates, Real Life too often gets in the way.
Chapter 2 – The aftermath
Many miles away, in a decrepit looking building sitting on top of a hillside, a man sat in what was formerly the ballroom. Sitting on a throne like chair that was decorated to look like human bone, the man's eyes were closed in peaceful meditation. His eyelids opened, revealing his glowing red eyes.
"Wormtail" hissed Voldemort.
"Y-yes My Lord?" stuttered the small portly man
"Your arm, Wormtail. It is time to summon my inner circle."
Voldemort pressed his wand onto the proffered forearm, revelling in the scream of pain issuing from his servants mouth, Voldemort sat back onto his throne and awaited the attention of his Death Eaters.
Silently, they began to file into the room, arranging themselves in a semi-circle around their Lord.
"Finally," he hissed, "The Potter boy is no longer a thorn in my side. I felt his death through our connection. With him gone, there are none who can defeat me, we will reign supreme!"
A cheer met his words as the Death Eaters let forth their jubilation.
"Silence" hissed the dark lord, instantly silence reigned in the room. "Now we must prepare, my servants. There is a long road ahead of us, but it is a road that I relish walking. We will remove the threat of The Order of the Phoenix, and then, we will rise up within the ministry. With no opposition, we will be free to take control of Wizarding Britain, and everyone will bow to me, or else they will beg for death. Now, leave me, so that I may begin planning for our victory."
Bowing, the Death Eaters retired from Voldemorts presence.
Back at St. Mungo's, a number of people stood surrounding Harry's body. Minerva McGonagall, Molly and Arthur Weasley, their children; Fred, George, Ron and Ginny. Hermione Granger and Luna Lovegood. The latter comforting a rather distraught Hermione.
All were currently looking at the head healer with a mixture of shock and disbelief.
"Explain that again please" said Ron, in a voice that threatened to crack at any moment.
"Certainly, Mr. Weasley,
Due to the circumstances surrounding Mr. Potter's injury, and subsequent death, and, taking into account the injuries we found on his body, and your own recollection of events, we believe that there is a chance that Mr. Potter could well rise as a Vampire."
"How?" Asked Hermione, nervously twirling an engagement ring around her finger.
"Well," continued the healer, "If Mr. Weasley is correct in his recollection, and we can verify this for certain with use of a pensieve, As the vampire withdrew from Mr. Potters neck, Mr. Potter had enough lucidity and strength to strike a blow a dagger. This blow managed to wound the vampires arm. If the resultant blood spatter landed either in his mouth or on any of the open wounds on Mr. Potter's body, then there is a high possibility of the vampiric DNA passing into Mr. Potter's bloodstream, where it would then go about multiplying, and altering his OWN DNA, therefore resulting in Mr. Potter awakening as a vampire."
"Will... Will he still be, well, Harry?" asked Hermione.
"Well, there is evidence to suggest yes, and there is evidence to suggest no. It seems to be fairly evenly split between the turned being able to retain their personality and memories, and becoming a completely different person. It does seem to depend on the state of mind of the affected, and whether there are strong enough ties to make them subconsciously fight the personality change.
Either way, we will not know if he has turned, and if he has turned, whether he is still the same person until he awakes. This could take up to forty eight hours.
In the meantime, for his safety, and indeed, the safety of everyone in the hospital, he must be restrained and moved to the basement."
"Why the restraints, and why the basement?" asked the professor.
"The restraints are to protect himself and others should he wake up. If he has indeed lost his personality, then when he awakes, he will be consumed with the need to feed, and unrestrained could cause numerous injuries to numerous patients. If he does retain his memories, then he will still have an uncontrollable thirst, and while able to control it to a degree, would still be dangerous should someone venture too close.
The basement is primarily for his protection, should he awake during the hours of daylight, then if he is in an upstairs room, the sunlight could cause him injury. In the meantime, I would suggest that you all go home and try to get some rest. Please feel assured that should he awake, you will be contacted immediately."
Nodding, the group turned and slowly made their way toward the doors. Hermione turned back to Harry, bent low over him and placed a gentle kiss on his cold lips.
"Please Harry, if you can hear me, and are trying to wake, be you. If you are not, then I will see you in the beyond." Fresh tears sprang from her eyes as she moved toward her waiting friends, and the longest forty eight hours of her life.