Harry allowed the Vampire to stroke his hair gently, long claws gently dragging through his locks. Noir pulled him onto his lap and nuzzled his neck over the rose mark. Harry tilted his head just slightly giving the vampire access to his neck. Fangs dragged over his skin, leaving angry red marks. Then the fangs were pulled back and a tongue ran up his neck to his jaw. The fingers in his hair, which had been so gentle, clenched and pulled back, pulling his head back even farther. Soft kisses were planted over his throat as Noir spoke in between.

"I'm very jealous that Tom got to have your first kiss." The vampire purred.

Then he kissed him. It was a different kiss from Tom's. Tom's had been wary, soft, but needy. Noir's was hungry, powerful, dominate. Harry moaned softly at the contact as Noir gave him his first French kiss. It was very different from a normal kiss. It was more intimate. More sensual. More intoxicating. As the air ran thin in Harry's lungs he made a soft noise and Noir pulled back. The thing with Vampires was they didn't need to breathe. But Harry did. Harry swallowed air and panted slightly as Noir gave a sly smirk.

"Cheating on me?" Maen tsked beside them.

Noir's eyes just lit up as he grinned. Maen gave a fanged smirk and leered at the both of them. Harry wondered briefly what it was about him that drew so much attraction. Was his it his look? His power? His fame? His Wealth? Or was it just him, just Harry? He guessed it was different for various people. He almost sighed as Noir kissed his neck again.

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Harry stepped into the pub and almost immediately everything was silent. The Bloody Mary's was a pub in Knockturn alley that was most definitely not the safest for any creature other then a vampire. Harry gazed steadily into the eyes of the vampire looking at him and a few looked away uncomfortably. He loved being able to make his eyes glow with power. One look when he had magic in them and they would scare the wits out people. Harry sent a vampire walking up to him a nasty glare and stepped around him, dismissing him, and walking straight to the bar counter.

Noir and Maen sat together drinking there. Maen was only allowed in with Noir. Noir had only seen fit to tell him he was the Prince of vampires yesterday. It was a shock, but he had known Noir was very high on the vampire food chain, just not that high. Maen was his friend an immediately protected by him. Harry was receiving various glares from occupants of the bars, along with blank and curious looks. A few had even stood, ready to kill him for entering. But as he stepped up by Noir the vampire wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him onto his lap.

"You're late." Noir purred.

"A fool tried to attack me."

"Poor man. May his soul go to hell." Maen muttered sipping his drink.

Harry just sent him a glance.

"Is this human your pet, Prince?" A vampire nearby asked.

Harry would never understand why they called him prince instead of King. It wasn't like there was anyone above him. Harry sighed just slightly while throwing a glare at the vampire who had called him a pet. Noir seemed to be amused.

"Maybe." He purred. "But he is mine. Any who touch him shall die."

The vampires drew back at the warning in his voice…except one. Harry could see he was young.

"Why are you allowing a human to even touch you? Filthy things, better for nothing more then blood." He sneered.

Harry raised a brow. Questioning Noir wasn't the smartest idea. Noir just gave a bored look and waved his hand absently.

"If you take that as an insult Harry, you may retaliate."

Harry just smirked as the vampire sneered at him.

"Hmm." He hummed absently. "He is partially right. Many are just good for blood."

The vampire seemed taken back at the agreement. More eyes had focused on him. Harry ignored the vampire and shuddered just slightly at the fingers running up his spine as Noir's breath rolled over the back of his neck. The man pulled him back more so he could nibble on his neck. Harry sighed inaudibly and pulled away, sliding off the man's lap.

"I think I'll sit on my own chair." He said deadpanned.

The young vampire was snarling now.

"You would dare refuse the Prince?"

Harry was tired of his lack of intelligence and politeness. In an instant his hand had slipped under his cloak, drawn a dagger, and threw it. It landed with a thud right in the vampire's throat. The man gurgled and pulled the knife out as a few looked surprised. It had taken speed to throw the knife fast enough the vampire wouldn't defend. But just that wouldn't kill him. To kill a vampire you needed to destroy his heart, slice his head off, or turn him to ash. The older they got the harder to kill they were though.

The vampire snarled and launched at him. A foot away from Harry he burst into flames. He gave a shriek of pain before he was ash. Harry picked up his knife and flicked off the dark vampire blood. Then he returned the knife to his cloak and turned to see if there were any other challenges. One man was rising to his feet. Harry threw ball of white hot flame and burn the table beside him to a crisp. The man sat down again. He was getting looks again, some containing respect, others fear, and other hate. He could live with it. He returned to sit between Noir and Maen.

"Give me a glass of fire whiskey." He said.

"With a bit of added blood." Noir said.

Harry raised a brow.

"What? I know you don't mind the taste of it. Why else would you eat blood pops?"

Harry shrugged slightly. He didn't mind the taste. He took the drink when offered and ignoring that he was only thirteen, took a large swallow enjoying the burning taste and the hint of coppery blood.

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Harry twisted the small necklace through his fingers, lifting it up to the sunlight. It was a delicate silver chain with a crystal on the end. At least it looked like a crystal. But it was really an unbreakable small vial. It was filled with Vampire blood. Vampire blood was much darker then human blood through. In the vial it looked almost black. It changed to a red when the light hit it right though. The vial was wrapped in silver at the top, attaching it to the chain. Harry put it on gently as he studied it again. It was nice. There was a rune scratched on the bottom of the tiny vial. Protection. Any vampire who saw it would back down. They would do the same if they saw the pin he still had, but this did the job much better. A silver pin could be recreated. But the scent of Noir's blood and the rune would do a much better job, and you couldn't duplicate them both. Hanging from his ear was a fang. One of Maen's fangs. It would warn the vampires away. He still wore the pin though. It just showed more power. Harry smirked.

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Harry gazed at the fire place he had just stepped out of and was surprised to see hundreds of others around the same room with people constantly stepping out and in of the identified ones. The room reminded Harry of the great hall in Hogwarts. Just not as tall. And there weren't just humans inside. Noir and Maen led him to the end of the hall and a set of large double doors. When they stepped from the doors Harry found himself in a street. The hall behind him was a single building with the sign for Floo above it. Harry paused to gaze around the area. The whole street, as far as the eyes could see was packed with people and stalls. It was the black market.

The black market was just a large market place, but you could get anything from it. Anything. So most ministries had named it dark. Some, like the one in Brazil, accepted it as just another Market. Another thing was it was open to everyone. Not just humans. Vampires, wizards, witches, werewolves, the odd muggles, centaurs, dementors, and so on. Anything smart enough to need anything from there was welcome. The place was on a large island in some ocean (unknown as it was unplotable). The only way in was floo. Some ministries had tried to send Aurors to destroy the place but the wards around the island (said to have been set up thousands of years ago by the strongest wizards and witches) were picky. If you meant harm to occupants of the island they let you through. If you wanted to harm the market itself they didn't let you through. If they did get through there were quite a few people ready to take the ministry lackeys down.

The market was dangerous though. There really no laws. Just don't destroy the market. The ward would stop that anyways. It was essentially just a large island full of stores and people who would sell or do anything. Most 'light' wizards never came near the place and told their children light wizards were killed as soon as they entered. It was untrue. Anyone was welcome. You just didn't want to insult anyone. Still it wasn't completely safe. People did vanish here, sold in slave markets in various places that still did such things, or killed for their purses, or parts. It was dangerous, but everyone who came accepted that. It was also one of those places that could be great fun. Harry hadn't heard of it very much before Noir mentioned it. It was rarely spoke of openly, and only very few books mentioned it. Harry could tell he was going to like it though.

"I'm off to get a few things." Maen said gruffly pulling Harry from his thoughts and observations. "We'll meet back at the manor if we don't run into each other later. If you aren't there by morning we'll come looking for you…. Actually, we'll just come looking for you when we want to."

Harry nodded to Maen. He had known they would be splitting up.

"Remember, there are four various floo buildings, one on each of the four corners of the island. Anti-apparation wards cover all the island except various parts so you can apparate to various other area of the island. Anti-portkey wards also." Maen said.

Harry gave a brief nod.

"Now you be good Harry." Noir said sternly. "If you kill anyone make sure you take their purse. And when using your fire be careful not to burn any streets down."

Harry gave a smirk and watched as the two split and vanished in the crowd. Harry almost felt the urge to rub his hands together and giggle. Instead he gave a dark smirk. A few people around him gave him an extra foot until the smirk vanished.

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End of Chapter 23.