The Darkness

Sorry it's been so long since I last updated this.

Hope this makes up for it.

Just a note the Slash element will not happen for quite a while yet, it doesn't fit in with what I'm planning yet.

Enjoy.

Chapter 4: Magic

It had been several weeks since Harry had woken to a new life. Harry had changed, it was likely that no one would recognise him. The first thing he had changed were his clothes. A quick stop at a clothes store, saw him changed into black combat trousers and boots, a blood red shirt and a black leather waist length jacket. Using hair gel he was able to mould his hair in a way that permanently covered his scar. It would do him no good to be recognised by any wizard or witch that happened to be passing. It was so easy that it surprised him that he'd never thought of it while he was alive.

They were now in London, Spike was searching for a way return Dru to full strength. Harry felt this was a waste of time as she would still be insane. Spike on the other hand was delicious. But a no go, while Dru was still around, a feral smile curved his lips, but if she were to die. He could see through Spike bravado, to see that he was quite insecure, it would be easy to take Dru's place. However Harry also knew that he couldn't kill Dru himself, Spike would kill him instantly. Maybe there was a way to engineer her death. But that could wait. Currently he was just enjoying playing with his food.

He was leaning against the wall of one of the biggest nightclubs in Soho. He didn't really like these places, it was way to loud, and the constant shifting to the lights made his eyes hurt. There was also the point that after living in for ten years in a cramped cupboard, he was slightly claustrophobic, not that he would admit that to anyone. However they were the best places to pick up an easy meal. It was like a vampire's all you can eat buffet, and the food was trying to get your attention. He was watching a young lady that looked totally lost in the sea of bodies that the club was made up of. She had mousy brown hair and a pale complexion, she reminded him of a slightly old Hermione. It was clear that she'd never been in a place like this before. Harry had watched her enter with her friends that had quickly abandoned her after they arrived. It was an easy target, but Harry didn't feel like spending anymore time in this place then he had to tonight.

Harry silently made his way over to her, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms round her, securely and discretely immobilising his prey. She stiffened.

"You don't seem to be enjoying yourself, love." He murmured in her ear. She tilted her head slightly to look at him, and gasped. Harry chuckled to himself, he knew he was attractive, something he used quite effectively in hurting.

"Too loud." She said, Harry's vampiric hearing picked it up even over the music.

"Then, we should go somewhere quieter then." He whispered into her ear, the nibbled the earlobe. She nodded jerkily, her eyes wide, as if she couldn't believe her luck. Harry smiled as he took one of her hands, and led her off the dance floor and out of one of the fire doors. As soon as the door closed behind them, the girl sighed.

"You know, I don't know you nam..." She said as she turned round, then stopped as her brown eyes met Harry's now bright yellow. She opened her mouth to scream, but Harry covered her mouth with his hand and shoved her violently against the wall. Then proceeded to drain her of her lifeblood. As he let her bloodless body fell to the ground, Harry to a moment to collect himself and berate himself over his lack of flare. He ran a hand though his hair, upsetting the gelled hair, uncovering his scar. There was a gasp from his right. His head snapped round to see an woman in robes, pointing a shaking wand at him. Shit. He turned fully round and straightened to look the women in the eyes, eyes surrounded by bright pink hair. He smirked at her.

"Wotcher, Tonks." He said. She blinked.

"Harry?" She said. Harry rolled his eyes at her and kicked at her wand arm. Causing her wand to fly out of her hand, Harry snatched it out of the air, then pinned Tonks to the wall. She struggled, but with him applying pressure to her throat it wasn't very strong.

"I've been thinking, Tonks." Harry said, ignoring the flailing limbs. "It's hard to strick fear in the heart of anyone with the name Harry, it's just not scary." Tonks's struggles got weaker as her air was slowly cut off. Harry chuckled to himself, seemingly oblivious to Tonks's plight. "You know Voldemort means 'flight from death' right? Well my name is now Mort." He proclaimed. "What do you think?" The now named Mort looked down to see that Tonks had passed out. "Bugger." He said, then shrugged as he bit into her neck.

As soon as he started to drink, he gasped as more then blood rushed into him. it felt like liquid gold, lightening flashed though his dead body. Something deep in him stirred, and fed on more then the blood coming from his victim. Harry felt as if he'd taken muggle drugs as he dropped the now dead body, he was filled with the feeling of light and power. Slowly he became aware of warmth spreading from his right hand. He looked down to see that he was still holding Tonks's wand. He grinned as he realised what it was that he was feeling, magic.

His grin got wider, as he lifted Tonks's wand and said the first spell that came to mind.

"Reducto!" The spell ripped out of the wand and spead down the alley, tearing up the pavement as it went before hitting and destroying wall at the end. Several car alarms went off. He had magic! It wasn't his, he understood that, it was Tonks's, but he didn't care, he could still use magic, he was still a wizard. Grinning like a madman, he did something he'd always wanted to do, he turn on the spot and apparited.

There you have it.

Short I know.

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