Beyond Death

Here's the next chapter! Yay! Hope you enjoy.

BlueSolaris: I agree with you. Like I said last A/N I haven't read the Twilight books, but judging from the film, I'd say Alice is over played in most fanfics. I also hate when Harry is able to control the bloodlust right from the go, I mean what makes him so special!!

I'm trying to write the HP/Twilight story that I've wanted to read but haven't found.

Chapter 2: Deadly Entrance

The sorting feast of Hogwarts was in full swing. The sound of happily chatting children and laughter filled the hall. But one table was quieter and more subdued then normal. Gryffindor table was missing an important occupant and they all knew it, even the freshly sorted Gryffindors were quieter then they would have been normally.

Albus Dumbledore's eyes moved to the empty chair where the boy who lived usually sat. He caught the eye of Hermione Granger. Her eyes were filled with worry and a questioning, as if she were asking where Harry Potter was. Unfortunately Dumbleore had no idea what had happened. The Order had kept an eye on Harry all summer, Tonks had reported this morning when Harry's Uncle had driven Harry to the station. But sometime between then and now he'd disappeared. Albus shook his head sadly and Hermione looked down sadly, even more worried then before.

Dumbledore frowned as he felt a tug on his magic, like all Headmasters he was keyed into the wards of Hogwarts, it told him that someone was portkeying into Hogwarts. While the wards did allow this, it was very unusual. He stood just in time to see a figure appear between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. In the time it took Dumbledore to blink the figure grabbed Cho Chang from the Ravenclaw table and bit into her neck. She was dead before the rest of the table knew what was happening. The screaming started when the vampire grabbed another student and started to drain him. The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs fell over each other in there panic to get away from the monster.

By the time to teachers got round side of the teachers table the vampire was already onto it's forth victim. Thankfully now the only people left in the Great Hall were the teachers and the Gryffindor members of the DA. The vampire dropped it's latest victim, Dumbledore noted sadly that it was a first year Hufflepuff, it looked round and the witches and wizards surrounding it and dropped into a feral stance. It's black hair draped over it's face hiding everything but it's bloodied mouth which was pulled into a snarl and glowing blood red eyes, which showed nothing but demonic hunger. It was then that Dumbledore realised what they were dealing with was a newborn. Which made the situation far more dangerous as the vampire was not going to stop. As if on clue the vampires eyes darted towards the Gryffindors.

"Stupify!"

"Stupify!"

"Reducto!"

"Stuipfy!"

"Reducto!"

The five spells hit the vampire dead on before it could make its move, and sent it crashing into the wall. It dropped to the floor and didn't move. Dumbledore breathed out relived as he knew that a newborn vampire would not be able to 'play dead' so it must be unconscious. Magic was the only way that a vampire could be made unconscious. Dumbledore looked at the Gryffindors.

"Return to your dormitory." He told them. Hermione stepped forward.

"But Professor." She said.

"Unless you want to start the year in negative points and detentions, I suggest you leave." Snape sneered. Ron looked as if her were about to respond when his sister clapped a hand over his mouth and virally dragged him from the hall, the rest of the Gryffindors followed after sending Snape glares to he responded with another sneer.

Dumbledore approached the fallen vampire at the same time as binding it with the most powerful binding spills he knew, he wasn't taking anymore chances, not with four of his students dead already. Merlin knows how the Daily Prophet would report this! It was a disaster and something only Tom would come up with, what better way to shake peoples faith in Hogwarts then to show how easily it could be breached. It must be contained at all costs.

When he looked down at the fallen vampire his breath stuck in his throat. The vampires hair had been blown away from it's face showing the only blemish on the otherwise perfect skin, it was in the shape of a lighting bolt on it's forehead.

"Harry?"

Harry groaned as he regained conscious, he had a splitting headache. Without opening his eyes he brought a hand to his forehead and tried to massage the pain away. How the hell do vampires get headaches anyway. That thought made him freeze, the events of the last couple of days came back to him, being bitten, the pain. His eyes snapped open. He was a vampire! He groaned again and covered his face with his hands. Could it get any worse? Then other thing come back to him it was hazy, but he could remember a heavenly smell, thrist, blood and pleasure, a brief pain then he woke up here. Grief overwhelmed him, he'd killed, and he enjoyed it and what was worse, he thought, as the burning in his throat peeked, he wanted more.

Harry violently shoved that thought away, as he removed his hand from his face and sat up. He was in a room. A stone room, with only the bed he was sitting on, a high window, which showed that it was night-time, and a door. Harry got up and walked towards the door, when he got to four foot from the door he felt something push against him. Magic it was magic, or more specifically a ward had been placed around the door. He stopped and reached out a hand towards the door. Violent pain lanced up his arm, he hissed and draw back a few paces. The door had been warded against vampires, he'd read about them, he wasn't leaving anytime soon.

Having nothing else to do Harry sat back on the bed. He didn't know how long he sat not thinking or doing anything, just staring at the wall ahead of him. He was pulled out of his thoughts when a vile smell filled the room. If he'd been human he would have gagged, but he wasn't so he didn't, but he did cover his nose with his hand. He searched with his eyes for the source of the offending smell. He found it in a small glass filled with red liquid. He picked it up with one hand, still covering his nose with the other. It was blood, it had to be, why else would it appear in here with him. But that didn't explain why it smelt so disgusting. The threw it against the wall, the glass shattered and blood went everywhere. It didn't make the smell go away but it did make him feel slightly better.

It had been three days since he'd woken up in this room, he only knew this by the changing light coming in though the window. He'd tried yelling and shouting for someone but no one had come. He'd tried hitting the walls, but they were covered with the same ward as the door. He was well and truly trapped and there was no way out. He throat burned with hunger and he could barely think though it. The foul smelling blood kept appearing, he'd mostly got used to the smell now, but it still got to him sometimes. He'd tried drinking it once when the thirst got to much. He hadn't known a vampire could be sick, but sick he was as soon as he'd swallowed that blood. It was maddening!

At twilight of the third day of his captivity the door opened, Harry immediately dropped into a crouch eyes trained on the door. Dumbledore stepped into the room, but stayed within the wards. He looked at Harry with sad eyes.

"Harry, my boy, we need to talk." He said.

Sorry about the cliffy. I'll try and update asap.

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