Disclaimer: I do not in any way own Harry Potter.

A/N: I'm kinda impressed I got this out so quick, over 10,000 words in just over a week. Though, when i was editing this, i was like, wow, the quality of this really really sucks. I guess writing when half asleep doesn't help eh? So, next chapter i'll work on doing better writing. I'm gettin kinda excitied, the plots going and in a couple of chapters, Hermy and the gang are gonna come back. And someone else too at around that point, and it may not be who you think it is. Well, bit of transition this chappy, and I SO did not see the bit with siri takin SO long, but hey, whatever.

Warnings: a lovely bout of swearin'!

Green Dawn

Harry started at the question, inwardly wincing at the answer. From the sharp gaze that Sirius had settled on him, he had a horrifying feeling that 'it's a long story' wasn't going to cut it.

Sirius had risen from his chair, and had his arms crossed in an accusatory manner, with Remus to his left, glancing warily at Draco.

The vampire, for his part, felt as if he had been quiet for long enough. The years had taught him some patience, but he was already growing weary of the both the werewolf's and the animagus's company. He found their attitude grating and their sudden bought of over protectiveness particularly irritating.

Then again, he thought with a malicious smirk, their horrified expressions would be invigorating; Harry belonged to him, and no one else.

With these thoughts in mind, Draco let himself slink forwards from his long-held position on the desk and stood by Harry's side; he was amused to see his charmant still stuttering to come up with a proper response. Draco decided to be gracious and reply for him.

Meanwhile, Harry was panicking; he had only known his godfather for less than two hours and he was already stressed out from the man. It was obvious that neither men liked Draco, they even seemed to harbour some fear for the man, how would they react to his and Draco's relation-…um…thing?

Harry felt his heart pound faster and his breathing come harsher, he was not comfortable with Sirius glaring like that, at all. His frame was tense as he floundered for an answer that wouldn't set Sirius on some sort of murderous rampage. Or Remus for that matter, if the dark looks he was giving Draco were anything to go by.

Harry felt a firm chest align behind him, and a pale arm twist around him, possessively hugging his hip. The sudden presence of the vampire was intoxicating and Harry felt his eyes become hooded as he relaxed and let out a long breath to steady the impulsive desire to turn around and bury his head in the blondes neck.

Harry felt a tickling breath on his neck, as Draco nipped his ear slightly, the touch soothing him even more, causing his body to feel oddly heavy. He felt the vibrations go through the vampire's chest as he spoke.

"Well, I would think it was quite obvious as to why he's with me, don't you agree Mr.Lupin?" purred Draco complacently, his tone seductive as he nibbled slightly on his minuo's lovely little collar bone.

Harry was able to see both Remus and Sirius pale drastically, something akin to panic rising on Sirius, while Remus's eyes widened before darkening to amber, his jaw fixed tight.

Harry's attention was barely half there, however, as Draco's teeth in such close proximity to his neckline was distracting him ever so slightly from the current conversation.

Upon witnessing Harry relax in the vampire's arms, and then to see his eyes go dark and his breath husky as the fucker began …pawing him, Sirius let out a snarl, infuriated to see half-healed wounds on his godsons' neck shimmer in the candlelight.

"Don't you fucking touch him, you sick bastard! He's not yours to bloody play around with!"

Draco paused in his ministrations, his stillness causing his pale tresses of hair to shadow his eyes. He hovered over his charmant's neck, teeth peeking past his lips as his eyes sparked silver, his grip tightening on the figure in his hold.

Harry felt his breath catch at the increase in pressure, feeling the tension that Sirius's statement had caused. Draco remained disquietingly still as he replied, his voice soft and low,

"Do not have the incredible foolishness to hold the pretence of giving me orders, you incongruous little mortal."

Remus growled in warning, a rumbling timbre in the air, Sirius finally snapped.

"I WILL NOT let you use him as some kind of twisted fucking toy, for you to suck him dry and then leave him to die in some god-forsaken alley somewhere, just for your own amusement, you SHITTY MOTHER FUCKER!"

Draco narrowed his eyes, his gaze turning lethal as he clutched Harry even tighter; his sharp nails digging severely into his minuo's sides and beginning to pierce through his clothing. Feeling the vampire's grip become harsher, Harry snapped out of his daze, watching anxiously as the scene continued to deteriorate.

"Who said I'd ever do anything like that? Why would I harbour any desire to kill him when he's so…precious?" asked Draco, his voice vindictively malicious.

Sirius swelled with a torrent of renewed anger at the insinuation, while Remus paled fiercely, his skin appearing sallow, as he looked utterly stricken. Harry remained firmly pressed to Draco's side.

The candles in the corner flickered again, casting long shadows on the walls.

Remus could contain his fears no more, and reached forward to rip Harry from the vampire's grasp. Draco gave a snarl, his fangs descending further. As Harry was jerked away, he blinked at the sudden movement, dazed.

Remus gripped his arms tightly as he spun him round, his tawny gaze ferocious, as he demanded the brunette to face him.

"Harry! Listen to me, you must answer me truthfully, understand?"

Harry could only nod dully, his thoughts still bewildered from his sudden removal from Draco and puzzled by Remus's harsh attitude.

"Harry…"he said, a little softer, " has Draco ever done anything to you, has he-has he…ever tried to bite you? Or done anything…inappropriate to you? It's really important that you answer me." Remus's voice was quavering with unknown emotion.

Once his words got through Harry's mind, he stifled the urge to smile mercilessly. How naïve, how worrisome they were being. Had Draco ever done any of those things to him? Of course he had.

What's more…he had enjoyed it.

Harry shivered as he thought of all the things that the silver-eyed vampire had stirred within him.

"Oh…"said Harry softly, "he did a lot more than that…"

Harry was a little disturbed by how much dark pleasure he received from watching the dismayed and appalled expressions on the werewolf's visage. Sirius appeared as if someone had smacked him round the face; he wasn't even looking at Draco anymore.

"What, what did you do to him?" came the hoarse voice that belonged to Sirius.

A much-calmed Draco answered him, "And how is it any of your business mortal?"

The response just seemed to worry Sirius that much more. He glanced towards Remus, whose nose appeared to be twitching slightly. After a few moments he froze, looking, if possible, even more dismayed than he did before.

Sirius took this as a bad sign, and rushed to kneel in front of Harry, desperately putting his hands on either side of his face as to be able to peer into his deep green eyes. Remus had collapsed onto a nearby chair, gaze unfocused as he watched the floor.

Harry was somewhat bemused with the man's sudden appearance in his line of vision from kneeling on the floor.

"Sirius, what are-"

Sirius had pulled up his eyelids, what he was searching for, Harry didn't care to know; it was uncomfortable, and he wriggled, attempting to remove Sirius from his personal space. Seeing Harry struggle, Sirius let go of his eyelids, but pulled his jaw open instead.

At the mishandling, Harry's anger spiked, his eyes glinting, and as one of Sirius's fingers brushed past a canine, his teeth began to ache with an immense frustration that practically made tears gather in the corner of his eyes. With a spitting hiss, Harry wrenched himself back, palms falling gracefully behind him to catch him from falling to the ground.

Silence resounded through the room. Draco stepped smoothly forward, arms swooping down to pull Harry to his feet. Harry's frantic nerves nearly cried out in relief at the contact. The stress of the evening was catching up to him and, perhaps against his better judgement, he allowed himself to snuggle deeper into the vampire's embrace.

From his new position off the floor, Harry was able to feel a little guilt as he saw the completely devastated expression that lay across his godfather's features. Remus was still maintaining his unending vigil of the floorboards, not needing to see what he already knew.

"Oh God," whispered Sirius, he could not believe it. That fucking bastard of a vampire had-had-…had Turned Harry.

"Oh God, how could I have let this happen…"he said brokenly, mostly to himself.

For his part, Harry was more than a little pissed off with how they were taking this. Hadn't he just met them? Who were they to look so horrified?

While Harry had been thinking, Sirius had been rallying his anger again.

"You," he spat venomously at Draco, "you fucking murdered him, you fucking shit bastard, I'll kill you, I swear it!"

Draco looked unimpressed with the threat, "Of course I didn't kill him, you absolute idiot. Well, technically I suppose, I was the one to end his life, but he was going to die a most painful death at the time anyway. So shut the fuck up and please, dear god, cease with the all of your righteous anger, it's enough to make me vomit."

Sirius also appeared appropriately unimpressed and made a move to start toward him, but was halted by the hand that grabbed his arm, firmly pushing him back to his seat.

"Don't Padfoot, what's done is done, there's no point in revenge anymore. Besides, I don't want to see you ripped to pieces."

Sirius looked to the werewolf with pained eyes, "Moony…"

Harry meanwhile was stewing in his own anger; they behaved as if he was fucking dead! …oh…well, maybe he was, but he was still there damn it!

Sensing his minuo's rising ire with the situation, Draco leaned forward, pushing his lips gently to the back of his neck, teasing the delicate skin near his ear.

"Shhh charmant, they mean well… they just do not understand our exquisite circumstances."

The whispered words felt so wonderful gliding across his skin like that…no, how could they understand? They knew nothing about any of it…

The silence returned, highly emotional, though mainly between the figures of Remus and Sirius. In one man's opinion, it was getting quite ridiculous to allow this to continue, and a curt voice snapped them out of their isolation.

"As…touching as this whole scene truly is, I'm afraid I must interrupt to tell you to get the hell out of my home, Black, Lupin," came the sarcastic drawl of a forgotten potions master.

Sirius looked up, some of his spent fire returning, "Wha- we're not finished yet! I refuse to leave until-"

Surprisingly, it was Remus who interrupted him, "Come on Sirius, it's getting late. We're not going to get anything sorted out tonight. I'm sure we all have plenty to be thinking about. Good bye Harry, I hope you'll visit us sometime in the near future."

And with that, he put a forceful arm on Sirius's shoulder and led him out the door, him still spluttering about "not going anywhere", though it must be said it was a very weak protest.

As soon as the door slammed shut, Harry let out a sigh of relief and let the tension he had held in his shoulders the entire meeting relax, him sinking further against Draco.

Severus regarded both of them with an uncaring black gaze. The sun would be rising in a few scant hours and he was more affected by the light of the day than Draco was; he wanted this conversation over and done with. Though he would be lying if he said that Draco's little guest wasn't a surprise. He had merely assumed that it was another of the blonde's pets that he was leading around for a while before devouring them and then, as Black wonderfully put, leaving them to die in an alley somewhere.

The fact that Draco had actually Turned someone was …unbelievably odd. Personally, he couldn't see anything particularly special about the little fledgling, but who was he to question Draco's taste, which had always been interesting, to say the least, ever since he had been a child.

Severus sighed to himself. He fervently hoped the brat was at least tolerable; if he was to be a companion to Draco, he had a nasty premonition that he would have to deal with him on a regular basis. But that was for worrying over later, matters of far greater importance required discussion.

Harry meanwhile was beginning to fall asleep in Draco's hold. He had been under so much stress for the last three hours; all the emotions had completely worn him out. He also found that it was taking a lot more effort to breathe, which was vaguely worrying. All thoughts slipped away from him, however, when he finally fell to sleep.

Draco sighed and lifted Harry further into his arms as he became limp with unconsciousness. It was probably best this way; there was no need to worry his little charmant unduly, not with the strain and trauma of his Turning.

"Come Severus, we have much to discuss," said the vampire wearily, moving to a much more comfortably furnished living room.

"So," said Severus as he poured a healthy shot of brandy into a tumbler, "did the loneliness finally corrode your sanity to the point where you had to make yourself some company?"

Draco did not deign to answer, swirling his own glass of Merlot, staring unfocused at the figure of Harry, as he lay unconscious on the sofa.

Severus sighed heavily at the lack of response and turned around to face the blonde, who was leaning on the nearby antique lamp table.

"I presume you know what you're doing? He finally asked, increasingly exasperated at the silence.

It was another moment or so until Draco finally spoke,

"Not really…" he muttered, his stare never wavering.

Severus grit his teeth but dare not speak, it was Draco's own problem after all and he could do whatever he wished, but still…He sighed again, Draco truly was a mysterious character, even to himself.

Draco seemed to snap out of his thoughts, turning to face the other vampire directly.

"I know what to do about Harry, well… enough to be getting on with, though I could use some more blood packets; it is difficult to judge and setting onto blood will be a tenuous experience…"he shook his head lightly, not looking forward to the precarious Hunger of a newly Turned vampire; it was picky at the best of times.

Severus nodded absently, "I'll get a few more form the hospital, come by in two days, they'll be ready. I doubt he will need any proper feeding until then."

Draco hummed in agreement, taking a lazy sip of his wine.

"But that's not all you wish to talk to me about, is it Draco?" said Severus. He knew perfectly well what Draco wished to discuss, but just the mention of it made him uneasy, and clutch his brandy glass a little tighter.

Draco swirled his wineglass at eye level for a few moments, pondering on how to word the upcoming conversation. He had simply suspicions, but that was all that would be required.

He braced himself inwardly for a hard exchange, Severus never did like thinking of the past, neither did he truthfully, but Severus Snape preferred to go on as if it had never happened at all. An odd outlook for a vampire, but perhaps a superior one to the view Draco himself held.

"Severus, on Friday evening I came into contact with a rather…familiar creature." At Severus's piercing stare, he continued, " I'm sure you can recall the Death Eaters, dear serpent."

Severus stiffened, as if suddenly covered with ice. He had feverishly not wished to hear it, but it was, unfortunately, the reality. He let his fingers come to pinch the bridge of his nose, before emptying his glass and then discarding it, in favour of the bottle.

Draco remained relaxed as he perched on the edge of the chaise by a neatly arranged bookshelf. He appeared rather amused at the other man's alcoholic habits.

"Damn it Draco, why did you have to bring this to me, I was perfectly happy not knowing," he growled out.

Draco blinked languorously, not at all bothered by Severus's ire. He would not withhold information just for the man's peace of mind.

"I was wondering, if perhaps there were possibly any other…mysterious goings-on that could shed some light on the situation," asked Draco calmly.

"There is no situation Draco, I wouldn't be surprised if after a while, your father just let those spirits run amok, he wasn't the most responsible type of man after all. It was merely painful coincidence one found its way here. That is all."

Draco frowned a little, irritation slowly rising higher.

"I truly thought better of you Severus, I was under the impression that you would at least be rational about such things, no matter how much the past may pain you."

"You are the one not being rational Draco, you are suspicious of everything! Of course your paranoia would rise with that little fledgling hanging about!"

The remark stung more than it should have. Had he not thought of such things only just that afternoon?

Draco's eyes darkened slightly, surveying the other man through thick eyelashes. He would let Severus stew in his own denial for a bit longer, and allow things to have time to sink in.

"I was merely wondering, Severus, if you had anything you would like to tell me?" he inquired softly.

The dark vampire seemed to hesitate, before his eyes closed off back into dark tunnels, showing no sentiment whatsoever.

Draco swallowed the remains of his wineglass, savouring the delicate taste on his tongue. He knew it was useless to try to persuade Severus anymore tonight. If anything, Draco knew the value of patience. With so many years to waste away, why rush?

He gave a small nod of acceptance, before setting down the empty remains of his Merlot and moving to pick Harry up from his arrangement on the sofa. He was still slumbering peacefully, and Draco quickly decided to keep it that way.

Moving effortlessly towards the door, charmant in hand and resting his head in the crook of his arm, he gave a final polite nod to Severus.

"I shall return in two nights time then, Severus, I hope it causes you no further trouble."

Severus jerkily twitched his head in acceptance, hearing the unsaid rebuke with ease.

Draco gave a small, sweet smile that seemed both warm and freezing with disdain at the same time; a delightful specialty of his.

It was all the other man needed, to know that Draco was extremely angered with him, and it sent a slight shudder down his spine. Draco had become truly something else during the long years of death.

Severus sighed, and slammed the door shut with a click, before returning to the living room. It had been far too long a night.

As Draco walked placidly through the town in the early hours of the morning, Harry slept soundly in his embrace. Draco was mulling over his thoughts, staring ahead, grey eyes blurred in thought.

They walked on for a while, nothing disturbing the morning quiet. The dawn light was only a faint green tinge on the horizon and, as they turned down the last long lane that would take them back to the house, even that disappeared as well.

The trees leant over them as Draco carried Harry along, the boughs rustling in the light winds. It twirled through the air, ruffling both men's hair, and dancing through the leaves.

It was then that Harry started to twitch slightly, his features contorting during his dreams. Draco ignored it at first, but as Harry began to groan and shift in apparent distress, he couldn't help but pause, frowning down at his minuo that lay in his arms. By all accounts, Harry shouldn't be dreaming about anything.

He heard his feet patter softly against the polished floor. It was dark; he couldn't see anything past the next fluttering curtain and the night brought with it strange sounds and ill-fated footsteps.

Fear, he was full of it. It was rising through his chest, hammering hard and pulsing with the beat of his heart. Where was she? He wanted her; he wanted to see her so badly!

A soft -clink- in the background, from around the corner, something falling to the ground. He stopped, he couldn't move for terror. Panic rose, he couldn't breathe. He mustered the courage to turn, -nothing was there, save for the fluttering curtains.

It just made his fear climb higher, he couldn't move, what if it came for him? What would he-

A step. A step against the wooden floorboards. Fear, overwhelming fear and terror, his blood seemed to flood with it, sending it straight to his lungs, his head, and back to his heart. He was- he was- going to…die…?

No, no! He was going to run! Run, and never stop running, from the fear, from pain, from death, just like she told him to.

He felt vigour rush through him, he stumbled to move, but his knees hit the ground, pressure was on his back, pushing him forwards-

No! He had…to run…Run away!

Pain sliced through his back, though no blood fell; there was no warm wetness sliding down his back. Tears fell to the floor in droplets; he pushed away, rising to his feet, if only he could escape, he stumbled forwards a few steps before he could run, the pain in his back throbbed ferociously-

"Harry!"

The sharp voice broke him from his dreams, forcing his eyes to slam open. Harry blinked confused, looking up into Draco's face.

"You were having…nightmares."

Harry heard his breathe whistling harshly between his lips, and vainly tried to calm it. He brought a trembling hand to his face, and was bemused to find tears on his fingers when he drew it away. He watched as he let them slide off his skin and onto the paved lane below.

"I-…I don't understand" he said softly.

Draco clutched him tighter to himself,

"Neither do I," he said lowly, his words being taken away by the wind as it rustled around them once more.

A/N:Harry's backstory may be over (mostly- can't tell you the rest...its a secret! guess correctly and i'll give you a dedication), but Draco's is vastly different. In fact, i'll probably do a chapter, maybe two, of just that, from Draco's view. So fun! Sorry 'bout the really bad qaulity, wrote it late last night when brain was far far away, if you have any questions just ask, and oh! Please review, if you don't i'll cry! And that ain't pretty, not at all :(