Beyond Death

Chapter 3: Hunter

Harry stared at his headmaster, he was confused as so far as most of his senses were concerned Dumbledore was not there. He couldn't smell him or hear his heartbeat or anything, he could only see him. Dumbledore smiled sadly at him.

"I'm sorry, my boy, I truly am. I wish I could help you," Harry stared at him.

"Thirsty," Harry said with some effort, his throat was so raw. If it were possible Dumbledore looked even sadder, his eyes flickered to the untouched glass of blood on the table and the blood on the wall and floor.

"The blood not to your taste?" Harry scowled.

"Bad," he said. Dumbledore sighed and flicked his wand. Suddenly the rank smell of the blood was replaced by the sweetest thing Harry had ever smelt. His head snapped towards the table where a new glass was sitting innocently, and in a blink of an eye Harry was drinking the new liquid, and it was best thing he'd even tasted. Harry sighed in contentment as the thirst retreated to a more manageable level, at least he could now think of more than that thirst. He sat on the bed and looked over at his professor.

"What's going to happen to me now, professor?"

"If you were a normal vampire, we would simply keep you in this room. You could continue your studies and after a year you could rejoin the rest of the school. However you are not a normal vampire, Harry." Harry swallowed uneasily, He'd guessed that as soon as the blood had made him sick.

"What do you mean, sir?"

"Most vampires can survive perfectly well on animal blood, but there is another type of vampire. It happens very rarely, maybe one in a thousand, in those cases when person turns the venom is stronger making a very different vampire, these vampires are known as Hunters. Hunters can not survive on anything but human blood and never lose the strength and speed of a new born, and they also never fully learn to control their thirst. It is the ruling of the Ministry to destroy Hunters whenever they are found." Harry had a very bad feeling about this. Dumbledore looked sadly over his glasses at Harry. "I'm afraid you are a Hunter, Harry. The Aurors will be here in the morning," he turned to leave as Harry just stare at him in shock. Before Dumbledore left his glanced back. "I'm sorry, my boy." Then he was gone.

Harry stayed staring at the door for a long time before he got up. Their was no way he going to let the Ministry kill him for something Voldemort did to him, if he were dead, he gave a snort at that thought as he was already dead, who was going to kill Voldemort? And he had so much to pay for. He'd taken everything from him, his family, his childhood and now his humanity. He was going to pay! But first he had to get out of here. Harry looked around the room again, with far more clarity without the oppressive thirst, which was already starting to build up again. The wards were still there, he could feel them whenever he got too close to one of the walls. He looked up and saw a window. Harry frowned, it couldn't be that simple, surely?It couldn't hurt to try.

Harry jumped from a standing start and grabbed the edges of the window and looked down it had been a straight jump of about ten feet, he grinned he could get used to that. Turning his attention back to the window in front of him, he pressed a hand against the glass and grinned again when he found that the ward didn't reach up this far. He pushed harder braking the glass with ease. Without a second thought he stepped off the window ledge and dropped. He landed in a crouch, unharmed, he looked back and to his surprise saw he'd fallen over thirty feet. He shock his head, he needed to get as far from the castle as he could before caught someone's scent any killed more of his friends. He closed his eyes against the memory of draining Cho of her blood, he vowed that he'd never hurt any of his friends ever again. As he ran into the forest away from the only home he'd ever known he swore that he'd be back someday.

Short I know.

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