As I came to, I had no idea where I was or remembered why I was there. It all came back in a rush and the only thing that I could think of was, 'I bet that cat was part kneazle'. Pathetic, I know.

"Oh, so good your awake," the same silky voice whispered in my ear. I felt two very sharp fangs rake against my neck as I struggled. The voice laughed, "don't bother Potter. You're wandless and magically bound, I don't think you're going anywhere at the moment."

I let out a gasp, "who are you?"

I tried looking around but only saw darkness. The owner of the voice leaned over me, I saw a faint outline of a very tall, long haired man. "The question is not who, but what?"

"Fine, what are you?" I snapped, struggling again. The mystery person chuckled and ran a hand through my hair as he walked around my levitating body, "that, Potter, will be revealed shortly."

I had no idea what he meant by that, but I didn't like his cryptic message. I heard the distinguished clink of metal as he picked something up. My heart rate picked up rapidly as he walked towards me. He smiled and the moonlight reflected off his pearly white teeth. I saw two overly large and sharp canines. I gasped.

He was a vampire.

I tried to recall all the information I knew on vampires. Unfortunately it was very little. I knew they had to drink human blood at least once a week in order to survive and all those superstitions about them being harmed by sun, garlic, silver, crosses, and holy water were bullocks.

I struggled against my invisible bonds with a renewed vigor.

"Please, what do you want?" I whispered to the stranger above me. I heard him sigh, sadness in his voice, "I'm sorry Harry, please forgive me."

With that he took the knife and made what should have been a fatal wound in my chest, over my heart, it took everything I had to keep from crying out. I heard the sound of flesh being cut open, only this was a smaller wound and it wasn't made on my body.

I heard a hiss and something warm and moist was being pressed against my new wound. I thought for sure that with a wound that deep I would have bled out within minutes, but that didn't seem the case.

My blood was flowing out, sure, but something was replacing it and it was coming from the warm thing that was being pressed against me. I gasped, for two different reasons. The first one was because I realize it was the vampires blood that was replacing my own, and the second because I had just started to feel the effects of said blood.

After what seemed like hours but was only a few minutes at most, I felt my consciousness slowly fade away as the bleeding of both our wounds stopped. Yet I felt no relief. There was a pain from deep within that was slowly growing, and then exploded to monstrous proportions. Moments afterwords, I had completely blacked out.

HPHPHP

I sighed, looking down at the slumbering boy in my arms. I didn't want to have to Change him, not to mention there was a good chance that he'd die from it. But I knew he alone would not be able to defeat the Dark Lord, so the Council decided they should send someone to him, to Change him.

I walked down the abandoned alley, wincing as his face contorted in agony. I hated this part of my job, it wasn't fun to be a vampire. I set the boy down, gently running my thumb down his cheek. His pain was only beginning.

I waited beside his unconscious form until the only person I would currently trust with the boy came along, Severus Snape.

I melted into the shadows, praying he would notice the boy.

A/N: So, if you noticed, the vampire isn't really the bad guy, and he will come back, in the future. And I realize this scene in general sucks, but I couldn't find another way to word it, so this is what you're stuck with. Rate, favorite, review, or throw eggs, whichever you prefer.