The Darkness

Sorry it has been so long, but I'm in the middle of moving and that does not go well with writing, hope this make up for it.

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Chapter 3: Relative Fun

Harry was bored, being undead was not as much fun as he'd thought at first. One: he stuck in this warehouse till the sun set, and he didn't like the feeling of being contained. Hmm, must be something to do with all those days locked in a cupboard. Two: Spike had told him that if he kissed him again he would stake him. When Harry had looked at Dru, Spike had hastily included her in the threat as well, he was such a kill joy! Three: Well he couldn't think of a third, but there must be one, there always is.

Harry had just completed his forth circuit of the warehouse, when Spike finally snapped.

"Sit down already! You're making me dizzy." He said, Dru twirled around, and fell dramatically into Spikes arms. He smiled and kissed her. Harry humphed and sat down on the nearest crate. It wasn't fair! how come he could kiss her! Having nothing better to do with his time Harry decided find out if he still had magic, as he didn't have his wand anymore, he would have to look at his core. Harry closed his eyes and looked deep inside himself. No one knew about his ability to do this, and to see others aura's, which was how he'd seen Spike as a vampire before, if they had it could have made his occlumency with Snape much easier. A smirk crossed his lips, he couldn't wait to show that over inflated bat of a professor how sharp his fangs were. He might even get to see something other then a sneer on the man's face, fear would be nice. But he was getting off topic. He reached the point in his mind when he normally found his core. He mentally blinked. Nothing! He saw nothing! Wait, there was something a tiny slither silvery green, more than a Muggle but less then a Squib, useless! Just enough to maybe see magically creatures like a Dementor, not that he had anything to fear from them anymore. Well, there was number three.

Harry opened his eyes and growled slightly.

"Perfect, nothing but a muggle." He growled out.

"What's a muggle?" Spike asked in a bored voice. Apparently he disliked being stuck inside at much as Harry.

"Muggle, bubble, bubble and squeak! Look to the stars, they make you complete!" Dru said in a singsong voice. Harry stared at her, for a long time, then glanced at Spike.

"She's bonkers isn't she." He said, but it wasn't a question. Spike shrugged, like he was used to it.

"Angelus had a nasty sense of humour." Spike said as he flicked his cigarette end away. "So spill about the muggle." He asked before Harry had a chance to ask about Angelus. Harry frowned slightly, should he tell him? Then he shook his head, why should he care about the whole secret societally shit anymore.

"A muggle is someone without magic." He said.

"Like that weird light you fired at me?" Spike asked, Harry nodded. "What does that make you?"

"I was a wizard." He answered. "But now I guess I'm just a vampire." Harry grinned. "Not that I'm complaining." Finally the light of the sun disappeared from the high windows of the warehouse. Harry hopped off his create.

"Finally!" He said heading for the door, he was half way there before he had an idea. He turned back to face Spike, a vicious smile on his lips. "What day is it?"

"Friday." Spike said, surprised at the question. Harry chuckled.

"Perfect!" He said. "I've got some human impersonating animals to slaughter, wanna come?" Spike shrugged, and followed Harry out of the warehouse. After promising to bring something back with him for Dru

Harry walked up the drive of number 4 Privet Drive. Spike was leaning against his car smoking. It was unlikely the Dursleys would invite him in, so there was really no point in him come up to the door. Harry was going to bring them out with him later. Harry smirked as he knocked on the door. He could feel the magic of blood wards over the house, which was odd, he thought they would have failed when he died. But then he realised they weren't the blood wards against Voldemort. As they were reacting to him, they were the invitation wards against all vampires. It was interesting, could all vampires feel it this way? Or wasn't something to do with his magical core, even as small as it was. Finally Harry could hear thunderous footsteps arrive at the door. It was flung open to reveal Dudley.

"What da ya want!" He said. Harry sneered at his cousin. Dudley's jaw dropped open at the sight of Harry.

"Hi Dudly."

"Who is it sweet heart?" The unmistakable voice of his aunt called.

"It's the freak!" Dudley yelled over his shoulder. Harry glared at the back of his head. He was so going to pay for that, even if, for once, it was true.

"Get in here boy!" Vernom shouted. Dudley shot Harry a look of your-so-going-to-get-it, totally missing Harry grin. It wasn't the most pleasant of invites, but apparently it was enough, as Harry felt the wards disintegrate in front of him. Dudley thundered back to the living room. Harry stepped forward into the house, and shot Spike a grin before closing the door.

Harry quickly caught up with Dudley, and one quick crop to the back of the neck and he was unconscious, he was never going to wake up again. Petunia shrieked as she saw Dudley fall, but she stopped when Harry lightly stepped over Dudley's form, something only a vampire could manage.

"What have you don mmwhm." Petunia finished as Harry's hand went over her mouth.

"Now, now, can't let the neighbours hear, can we." He hissed in her ear. Vernom got up as if to strike Harry, his face going near impossible shade of purple. Harry fixed him with a glare, and let his demon face show. Vernom did another impossible thing when all the colour drained from his face in seconds, it really was quite fascinating.

"Y-you're a-a." He gulped.

"A vampire? Yes I am, you're going to die tonight." Harry said viciously, and sighed when he felt his aunt go limp, she had fainted. Harry let her go. This wasn't quite going as he'd planned. Vernom had recovered enough by the sight of his wife fainting that his face was regaining colour it was already getting alittle red. Harry jumped at him and before Vermon knew what hit him, Harry's fangs were in his neck. After a couple of swallows Harry pulled away and gagged.

"You taste horrid!" He said wiping his lips clean of any blood. "Must be all the fat in the heart." Harry's hand shot forward and there was a horrible crack as his hand penetrated Vernom's chest and returned with his heart. Harry examined the heart, ignoring the spluttering of his dying uncle.

"Hmm, what do ya know, no fat." Harry grinned and dropped the heart on the now dead body of his uncle. Using his vampiric strength he pulled both Dudley and Petunia out of the house, where Spike for waiting. They dumped them in the back seats of the car, and returned to the warehouse. They had a good feast that night.

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