Rebirth

During my third night at the hospital I was transfered back to Hogwarts. My frozen body moved back into the sleeping castle.

Then at dawn it was my time to walk again,so I did. I stretched my legs and after drinking my blood potion,convinced Ron and Hermione to follow me to the the owlery.

My friends were cautious and quite unsure of how to behave around me. Yet they were careful to let me do as i pleases,as long as they got to follow me around on my evening errands.

we climbed our way to the owlery where i wrote a short note to Dmitri just a few words,i knew more then that would be upsetting to him.

He probably knew where I was but as his pupil it was my duty to answer to my vampiric maker and remain respectful. Especially after my last outburst in the forest where I nearly tackled him to the ground in such a disdainful manner. I let the last light of dawn wash over me and ease my nerves as I wrote my letter,leaning against the wooden panels. my friends stood near by chatting but watching with their eyes my every move. I wasn't surprised Dumbledore set them to be my watch dogs.

Later,Hermione dragged us to the library to collect an impressive stack of books on vampires,something I was actually grateful for. though little did they know I read most of them earlier this year before contacting the vampire.

I was even allowed to eat dinner with the rest of the students,as long as my glass was filled with orange colored blood potion and my plate magically emptying on its own with a quick spell.

all was normal around me,students walking,laughing,complaining about classes and homework. naturally some starred at mer with big eyes and whispered behind my back.

my sensitive hearing couldn't block the speculations,some of them so ridiculous I tries not to laugh. Here and there I let my temper out,once on a second year student that was loudly whispering about me being a Parselmouth and another time on a Slytherin that openly blocked my path.

Being evening I missed all the classes,something Hermione thought to be much worse then anything to ever happen to me. And Ron asked if I could still play quidich.

"Better then ever Ron,I could win Gryffindor the cup for sure" I winked,enjoying his brilliant eyes become larger at the thought.

Finally, we entered the great hall and I almost lost my balance at the overwhelming cloud of voices and grabbed me by the arm "this way Harry' and i was met with a loud roar of greeting and questions and dragged from chair to chair as what seemed to be the entire endless Gryffindor table.

It was a nightmare,in short,But I manged to smile and wave and mumble some answers to too many questions. When everything settled I set down in my usual place and let my eyes take in the human world. It was a different world,the faces of my classmates seemed to morph into indistinguishable faces of what my nose called:humans,before I remembered who they were.

The food on the table seemed to be nothing but a memory of hated emotions, known to me since childhood:that of hunger.

A passing girl with long red hair made beauty seem more beautiful,as the shouting students spelled out ugliness i knew to be a passing ugliness doomed to die.

the head table attracted my attention,I felt watching was there,his black eyes like daggers as if to warn me. strangely I wasn't sure if he was warning me to behave or warning me of danger,i really couldn't tell.

the though of danger led my gaze towards Dumbeldore,who wasn't looking in my direction and yet I was certain he did a moment earlier.

It was overwhelming,and I wanted for all of them to just go to sleep and leave the night to me.

I didn't mean any harm,I wasn't menacing I knew that. And yet my needs changed,now I missed my life in the forest and understood Dmitri for choosing isolation.

it was hard to hide but even harder to be feared by your loved ones. And they feared me,underneath it all my own best friends were afraid.

And how could they not? seeing me sip form my glass,knowing full well what it couldn't ignore,nor were they stupid enough to try.

Still,I missed Dmitri,he was a good companion and in a strange way had a comforting simple way of viewing things.

"if something is a problem young Harry,you kill it. If its a bigger problem you walk around it,if its not a threat then just let it be."

"but we kill deer, don't we?they are not a threat to us' I pointed out.

"yes but you need the deer to be strong,a good vampire always takes anything that can make him strong' Dmitri spoke slowly,in the boorish way of his that remaindered me strangely of Hagrid.

"how can killing be right, I don't mean for food i mean..killing!" I said.

"killing is wrong for humans,they don't need to kill. we do,remember that." Dmitri said gravely.

"alright,the what tis wrong for Vampires to do?" Dmitri thought for a while before giving an answer.

"Just like humans we should never do something we don't need..like drinking a potions made by humans,it isn't blood, we are not meant to crave anything that isn't blood."

"Aha! but then we wont need to kill Dima!" I was smiling at my own genius but Dima looked angry,his eyes sparkling with danger.

'your welcome to try drinking that potion for all you want Harry...But I promise you your desire to kill will only magnify"

'why is that? I asked shocked."the nasty taste of course! laughing at my shock I was left to ponder that conversation.

i never did reach an answer to my questions,but now sitting in the great hall I started to understand it was all much more complicated then a nasty potion taste.

I used to care about being a good wizard,I now started to wonder what it would take to be a good vampire.

sadly vampired killed wizards.

yes even good ones.

The note read: Don't sign. kill. It arrived at midnight carried in dramatic fashion by a black eagle.

I was expecting this reply and even looking forward to it,and yet now I found myself shivering in the cold night wind.

It was one thing knowing what was the right thing to do and another to actually follow.

By no means did I want to sign the blood contract,freedom wasn't something I had. and the realization that now as a vampire I had freedom for the first time in my life,after the Dursleys and after the high expectations placed on me as the savior of the wizarding world.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to finally be free? Not that abandoning my public role was part of the I still wanted revenge badly.

But now this revenge had a meaning behind it,it wasn't based on emotions such as anger and pain. I wanted to make a change and to learn magic,yes real magic.

The kind that isn't colored by politics and emotions,the kind that isn't light or dark. just pure power that I would make my own.

I felt it,the wild blood in my veins,and to me it wasn't because I was a vampire,some natural creature with its own strengths.

Rather the vampire was my true self finally come to light. and rebirth of sorts,just like the phoenix rising from the burning ashes.

So burning the note and watching it come to life in vibrant colors,my hand almost touching the warm flames. I finally made my decision.

When Dmitri said kill he meant I should do whatever necessary to survive free. With Dumbledore manipulating the light and its power to his cause.

Darkness was mine to claim.

Thank you for reading! pleas review, I really appreciate your opinion.

This was a short chapter but I feel I'm getting back into the plot and falling in love with this vampire Harry...

If theres anything you would like to see happening in the next chapters feel free to suggest ( even though I have it kind of planed)

oh and some slash next chapter as well