Vampire Love

Chapter 1: The Begining

It was late July, the day before Harry's 17th birthday. Harry sat alone in his room; he'd just finished his chores for the day and luckily had done so without seeing his Uncle. It was his lucky day, tomorrow was his birthday and he'd wake up not in pain for the first time in a long time. Every year when he came home from school his uncle would try and beat the magic out of him, unsurprisingly it never worked. And unfortunately Harry had grown accustomed to these beatings.

Although he had taken care of Voldamort in October, Dumbledore had insisted that he stay with his "family" until he was 17 or could be sure most of Voldies followers were gone. He hated it here, made to act as a slave. He couldn't wait to leave.

Harry decided that as long as there was a bit of peace he would get to work on his homework, after all there was only a couple weeks until the September term started. He sat down getting is homework out from underneath the floor board.

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Dinner had gone by smoothly enough. As usual Harry was forced to cook, but received very little of the food.

It was 11:55, "5 more minutes and I'll be free, free to leave; and free to teach them a lesson, show them who I really am. What I can do."

Harry began gathering his things reading for his departure. 11:59. Harry held his breath , then suddenly let out a piercing scream. It felt as if his entire body was on fire. He felt his skin ripping, tearing. He heard his bones grinding and cracking.

He could no longer hold on, and as he drifted into unconsciousness he felt cold arms encircling him and the veil of darkness drift over him.

Malfoy Manner

"But father, I don't want him to be my mate!" Draco almost whined to his amused father.

"You really have no choice, we's talked about this before." They had indeed, ever since he was 11 and started at Hogwarts.

"But this is for real now, in a few hours he'll turn 17 and come into his inheritance."

"and we'll go get him"

"father he hates me!" this was Draco's reason, how could he ever make Harry see.

"Did you ever think that had something to do with the way you've treated hom the past 5 years?" Lucius knew his son's response, they had had this argument 4 times a year, every year since Draco first went to Hogwarts.

"he rejected my friendship, he'll most definitely reject our bond!"

"he can't, you'll both die. You must make him understand. Explain things to him."

"he's stubborn enough to kill himself if it would mean killing me in the process." Draco said this with hurt in his voice.

Since that day in Madam Malkins, Draco knew that Harry was his mate, and that he could not live without him.

Draco was born a vampire, a fact only 2 people outside the family knew. Both Draco's parents were vampires, his father born one and his mother later turned by her mate. Draco's family were not the stereotypical vampires born of muggle nightmares. They could go out in the sun without protection. Garlic, holy water, and crosses had no effect on them, and they did not drink from any random person in the street. They could only drink from their soul mate, the other half of them. Until a mate was found and bonded to, the vampire would drink only pig's blood, and on occasion their mother's blood. Draco had stopped drinking from his mother at age 11, when he had found his Harry.

And since that first day on the steps of Hogwarts, Draco has been terrified of Harry's 17th Birthday.