Hello and welcome.

I don't want to write a big para here and dampen your excitement. So I'll be brief.

Hearing and Watching many What If Narrations on YouTube spoiled my brain with many new concepts and ideas, so here we are.

I tried my best to write a long and interesting story idea in Narration style. I'll let you be the judge of how well it turned out. So have fun!

Without further ado, let's get started.

1st Fang

The Dark Knight

The wizarding world was no stranger to strange and unusual occurrences, but the circumstances that led to Harry Potter becoming a vampire were beyond anything they had ever seen before. It all started on a fateful night when Lord Voldemort, the darkest wizard of all time, came to attack the Potters in their home.

But as the dark lord cast his curse, something strange happened. The curse rebounded and struck Voldemort, killing him instead of Harry. The only survivor of the attack.

For many reasons, Harry's whereabouts were kept a secret from the Wizarding world, Dumbledore giving the infants custody to his Maternal muggle Aunt and Uncle for safekeeping.

Harry learnt the unfairness of the world the hard way. He was no different from a dog in the house, the only difference being he can speak and has human hands and legs. Though his life was harsh, he never thought of getting vengeance on his relatives.

After all, if it wasn't for them, there is no one for him in the world. So he faithfully did everything they said without asking for anything in return and took whatever they did in stride.

One day, a drunken Vernon got angry at Harry who refused to drink wine when he poured Harry a glass and punished him by throwing him out of the house for a change as all his punishments are being locked up in his cupboard.

As the chilly Winter night fell on the quiet street of Privet Drive, Harry felt the familiar ache in his head. It is the same feeling he experienced every winter since he was a baby - a longing for something he couldn't remember. But this winter is different. Something is happening around Harry, something he couldn't explain.

Suddenly, Harry heard a sound. Something crashed beside him. Even though it is night, it isn't hard for Harry to identify the person as a woman from all her curves and clothes. He slowly approached her in trepidation. He is dreadful of this, as something inside him screamed not to go near her.

But if not anything, Harry is courageous. It's not like he wants to be a hero, he just can't bear people being bullied or demeaned in front of him. That also includes helping injured people and so he slowly reached her and turned her.

She has a striking figure with sharp features and piercing red eyes. Her skin is pale and flawless, giving her an ethereal appearance in the moonlight. Her long, black hair, falling in loose waves around her shoulders, and her elegant clothing giving her a royal look.

Yet those eyes are lacking the radiant something. "Please... help me," the woman croaked, looking up at Harry with pleading eyes.

Harry was taken aback, but he felt a strange sense of responsibility towards this stranger. "What can I do?" he asked, kneeling beside her.

"Drink... my blood," she whispered, extending a frail arm towards Harry.

Harry recoiled in horror, unsure of what to do. But the woman's desperate gaze compelled him to act. "I... I can't," he stammered. It's too much for an 8-year-old.

"You must," she insisted, her voice growing weaker by the moment. "It's the only way to save me... and to save yourself."

Harry hesitated, but as he looked into the woman's eyes, he saw something that he couldn't explain - a depth of knowledge and understanding that surpassed anything he had ever encountered. Maybe it's her charm compelling him or the pleading eyes, he got a feeling that he could trust her, and also had no choice but to help.

Closing his eyes, Harry leaned in and took a small sip of the woman's blood as she already bit her arm. It felt metallic and he wanted to puke badly. But something gave him the strength to overcome it and he managed to drink for a minute.

As the warm liquid flowed down his throat, he felt a surge of power and energy coursing through his veins. He didn't know what that is. He opened his eyes and looked at the woman, who is now smiling weakly.

"Who are you?" Harry asked, feeling a strange connection to this mysterious creature.

"My name is Aurelia," she replied, her voice barely audible. "And now, I give you... my gift."

With those words, Aurelia breathed her last breath, and Harry felt a sudden jolt of electricity surge through his body. When he opened his eyes, he saw the world in a new light - a world of darkness and mystery, where nothing can be hidden from him.

Aurelia's body started to burn as if it was lit on fire and Harry felt a part of him burnt away with her. The red flames licked his feet but didn't burn him. He only felt unbearable coldness.

As Harry stood, slowly what he had done setting in. He knew he changed his life forever. Although he didn't know who Aurelia is, he has an inkling. He only knew 1 creature that drinks blood. Vampires. So he concluded he is a Vampire now.

By letting him drink her blood, Aurelia did something to Harry, changing his life forever. The cold no longer affected him but his body felt weak and Harry collapsed on the floor.

He didn't know how long it's been, but he is sure it's very long as he can see Uncle Vernon screaming at him to wake up. But he didn't hear it that loud as a deep pain passed through his body.

Harry jolted awake and looked around for the source of heat around him. Finding none, he relaxed though he still felt the burning sensation. "What are you doing sleeping here, Boy!" Vernon shouted in 'concern'. He didn't expect the freak to sleep on a cold night like this.

"Go inside and change your clothes. We will go to the hospital." He barked and Harry went in. After he bathed and he was left alone for the day to not cause more commotion in front of their neighbours.

Harry sat in his room, thinking of what just happened and how his life is forever changed. Though he is a no-name kid before, he is no longer just a nobody. He wanted to find more about Aurelia. He wanted to learn more about himself.

It's been a few days and on the fabled night of Halloween, as he lay in his bed away from the celebration, Harry felt a strange sensation coursing through his veins. His body convulsed with a sudden jolt of pain, and he loudly screamed. All this has been ignored as part of the celebration. When the agony subsided, Harry knew something is wrong.

It's just past 8 and he looked down at his hands and saw them change. His fingers are longer, and his nails have grown into sharp, pointed claws. And then he felt the thirst, a burning, unquenchable thirst that seemed to come from deep within his soul.

As Harry stumbled out of his room, he saw his aunt and uncle, who are enjoying a show, they stared at him in horror. They could sense that something is different about Harry, something that scared them.

For days, Harry struggled to control this thirst, but it is too powerful now, too overwhelming to resist. He knew he is becoming a vampire, something that he had never imagined in his wildest dreams.

As the night drew to a close, Harry knew that he should leave Privet Drive before something drastic happened and he ran towards the door, Petunia and Vernon were too shocked to stop him. He opened it and ran out, not paying much attention to his appearance.

All the onlookers assumed he is having fun on Halloween and waved at him and appreciated his choice of costume as it perfectly fits him. Harry ran as fast as he could through the dimly lit roads in search of safety.

Unnoticed by anyone, Harry Potter left Privet Drive on the Halloween of his 8th year.

To be Continued...

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See ya in the next Fang!

Henry Out!