CORVINUS
When Hank Mills left his home that evening, on the 2nd of August, to meet his wife for dinner at their favourite restaurant – the last thing he ever expected to happen to him was for him to attacked by Harry Potter.
But alas, despite the fact that such a thing would never have entered onto his list of what to prepare for, it still happened.
Hank had known for years that the stories told about 'that Potter boy' were just that, stories. He had watched Potter's cousin, Dudley, beating up his neighbour's kid himself. He'd even shown his neighbour the footage from the security cameras he'd set up after the youngest Dursley had broken into his garage and tried to steal his son's motorcycle. Not that it helped though, Hank had even brought the tape to the police, and yet his neighbour still insisted it was Potter despite the video evidence, the boy who'd been attacked, and the police proving otherwise.
He'd stopped talking to Arabella Figg after that, she'd clearly gone off her rocker.
But anyway, Hank had been walking to the diner, as his doctor had suggested he take better care of his body. And it'd been while he was walking there that he'd heard it, someone screaming. Now, Hank wasn't as young as he had been back in the day, but once a cop always a cop, and before he knew it he was running (okay… hobbling) towards the source of the voice.
And that's where he found Harry Potter standing over his cousin. Roughly kicking the whimpering boy in the side, Hank watched as Potter snorted and let out a rude "Hey, fatty, you gonna get up or what?"
When Dursley only let out a pathetic mewl in response, Hank watched Potter roll his eyes, something flashing in them for a second as he dropped down into a crouch beside his cousin. "Dudley," the boy drawled slowly, Hank hearing something dark in his voice, "If you don't get up in the next, say five seconds? I'm going to eat you". Standing up and bouncing on his heels as Dursley started flailing about in an attempt to stand up, Hank could only hold his breath in shock as Potter reached out to grab him by the shirt, lifting him clean off the ground with just a single hand. "Oh stop blubbering, you were taking too long," Potter dismissed, "Oh… and by the way Dudley, you took too long".
And then right in front of him, Potter's eyes flashed again and he was bending Dursley back, teeth sinking into his cousin's throat and audibly tearing. Following the large boy to the ground as his legs collapsed, Potter slurped noisily at his neck like some kind of vampire, a horrified Hank unable to take his eyes away from the weakly struggling boy. It was only when Dursley went entirely limp that Potter finally pulled away, tilting his head back to reveal the blood on this teeth and the two fangs descending from his upper jaw.
"Huh… I should I have eaten you sooner Dudley," Potter murmured slowly, "Before your diet could let your blood get too sugary. But what about you, Hank?" he asked innocently, "Do you think your blood is going to be sugary too? Or shall I finally get a proper meal?"
Hank didn't even have the time to react before a hand was closing around his throat and he was being pulled into the alleyway, a grunt escaping his lips as Potter slammed him against the wall with a hungry look on his face. Clawing at Potter's hand uselessly, Hank gasped for air and watched as Potter tilted his head, the light above them going dark for a moment in which Potter's usually emerald eyes shone an ethereal silver – like the bands on a hi-vis vest – before the light flickered back and the boy's… the creature's… eyes returned to normal.
"I'm so, so hungry, Hank," Potter exhaled softly, the boy almost looking lost for a second or two, "I can't help it. I've eaten my own body weight in food the past two days, and yet I craved more. Now I know I guess," he finished with a sad chuckle, "Goodbye, Hank, hope you taste better than fatso over there".
Hank Mills would never get the chance to add 'getting attacked by a vampire' to the list of things to prepare for, since as far as everyone else was concerned he'd gone for a walk and never returned, not even his body being found by the police who combed the area looking for one of their own.
The empty house creaked around him. The pipes gurgled. The mice in the walls squeaked. And the intruders downstairs opened the locked back door with a whispered 'Alohomora'.
Cocking his head as he lounged on his bed, Harry Potter let a smirk cross his face, listening to the witches and wizards as they entered his 'home' and wandered around the kitchen. As a plate shattered downstairs, he rolled his eyes, gracefully unfolding from his bed and stretching out as he listened to what the intruders were talking about in quiet murmurs.
"How rude," he muttered under his breath when he realised they were discussing him.
Wizards were such an arrogant lot.
Not bothering to throw a shirt on, Harry opened the door and started towards the staircase, his teeth itching as he moved silently through the house. Hesitating at the top of the stairs, he looked over the landing to where around eight or nine people were standing around the ground floor of #4 Privet Drive. His eyes taking in everything cast into minute detail by the street lights outside, he watched the figures below in amusement, recognising two of them as ex-Professors Lupin and Moody.
Hmmm, Lupin could be a problem, he wasn't sure how 'his kind' reacted to werewolves.
"Potter!" barked Moody's rough voice, interrupting his silent musing, "Whatdaya think you're doing? You hear someone in your house and you hex first, ask questions later!"
"That implies I need my wand to deal with you," Harry countered calmly, leaning against the railing and smiling innocently down at the wizards. "I saw you in my backyard," he lied, "If I wanted it then you'd already be dead".
"I believe you," Moody responded slowly, both of his eyes locked onto the raven-haired boy. "What happened Potter?"
"I dunno. What did happen Moody?" Harry questioned slowly, not moving from his advantageous position standing above them. "What would make you break into my home when you've made certain to ignore all my attempts at contacting you so far?"
"You know what I mean Potter," Moody shot back.
"No. I really don't," Harry dismissed casually, not taking his eyes away from the wizards downstairs as he leaned against the balcony lazily.
"The Patronus charm, Harry," Remus explained.
"What about it?" he replied slowly, head cocking as he frowned down at the adults, finally beginning to descend the stairs.
"You cast it!" an unnamed wizard exclaimed angrily, "Stop playing around Potter, this is serious!"
"Forget about the bloody charm," Moody hissed, wand snapping up to aim at Harry as he reached the ground floor, "Answer the damn question".
"Put your wand away Professor," Harry dismissed slowly, his lips twitching up into a smirk, "You'd be dead before you even managed to cast a spell".
"I ain't too keen on dying without trying," Moody shot back, the two of them ignoring the other confused and shocked witches and wizards around them.
"Well, I ain't too keen on killing you, so I think you and I can talk safely," Harry countered bluntly.
Moody stared at him for a moment before his real eye narrowed, "Animal?" he guessed.
"I may be used to eating small rations," Harry drawled in amusement, "But that doesn't mean I'm willing to eat parchment to get by".
"What are you still doing here?" Moody demanded coldly, "I assume the Dursleys are dead?"
"My first meal," Harry confessed with a smirk as the others gasped, "I thought it carried a hint of irony, actually. Once upon a time they refused to feed me, so I ate them".
"Ha- Harry?" Lupin stuttered out, the man's eyes widening rapidly as he finally caught Harry's scent. "What? What happened?"
The teenager in question paused, sending Lupin a look that screamed 'how stupid are you?' without bothering to hide the disgust on his face. "I ate them," he said slowly, emerald green eyes unblinking, "Didn't I just say that?"
"You gonna come with us Potter?" Moody interrupted quickly before anyone else could speak, "Or are we gonna have to force it?"
Harry's eyes flicked to Moody for a moment, before a toothy grin was growing across his face. "It's cute that you think you could force it," he pointed out simply.
"Lumos Solem," was Moody's answer, bright sunlight shining from the tip of his wand as it snapped up. After a couple of seconds of the blinding light, the ex-Auror lowered his wand when he heard the sound of glass shattering, the light dying away to reveal Harry standing there in the shadows as if nothing had happened – his eyes seeming to glow as they held onto the light for a moment longer before the luminescent white faded back into acid green.
"Wow. You didn't even hesitate. I expected better from you Moody," Harry drawled as his lips twisted into a smirk. "Straight to homicide? What happened to one verbal and two written warnings?"
"You can't kill what's already dead," Moody replied, Harry's lips parting to reveal two fangs that confirmed the suspicions of the gathered witches and wizards.
"That's funny, because what's already dead can certainly kill you. Would you like me to prove it?" Harry asked innocently as he seemingly teleported across the room in a heartbeat, a hand curling around Moody's throat and lifting him into the air as his other hand snapped the man's wand.
"Harry," a voice rang out suddenly, "Put him down".
"Do I have to?" Harry asked over his shoulder, hearing the almost silent footsteps entering the house.
"Do I have to tear your throat out?" the voice countered.
Hand opening suddenly, Harry let Moody hit the ground roughly, backing away and turning to pout at Selene as the elder vampire stepped out of the shadows and threw a sport's bag into his arms. "They broke into my home," he defended as he caught sight of the disappointed look on her face, "And Moody cast a sunlight spell. I was merely defending myself".
"I bit you, you're immune to sunlight," Selene corrected as she moved forward faster than even his eyes could follow to throw open the fridge, beginning to shove blood-bags from the backpack on her back into it.
"It was the thought that counted," Harry argued, ignoring the gathered witches and wizards as he moved over to hop onto the bench. "When can I leave this dump?" he asked when his 'sire' didn't respond, "I've been trapped here for two weeks now".
"I told you, I have to find a curse-breaker willing to deal with vampires first," Selene answered bluntly, "These blood wards are stronger than I imagined, I can only get through them when I ingest your blood and Michael is trapped outside entirely".
"You're not taking him, leech!" Moody's voice rasped, "He's not yours!"
"He's a Corvinus-strain vampire," Selene said simply, turning to fix glowing silver eyes on Moody and the rest of the magic-users. "Our kind are not magical in nature, therefore no Ministry of Magic has power over us".
"You heard the lady," Harry called out from the benchtop as he reached in to pluck a blood bag from the fridge, his teeth itching again as they descended into fangs. "You have no power over me, bye bye".
"We're not leaving without him!" a large black wizard exclaimed angrily as he stepped forward, neither Selene nor Harry reacting even though the latter knew it was only a matter of time before the former tore out someone's throat.
"You're not leaving with me either, Brittney," Harry shot back.
"My name, is Kingsley".
Harry just smirked, "Brittney suits you better".
"Enough," Selene interrupted, "Its pointless arguing. Unless one of you can lower these wards, Harrison (at this name Harry grimaced) is stuck within the blood wards that activated when the transformation was completed".
Silence answered them for a moment, Harry watching emotionlessly as he suckled quietly on the bag of slightly lukewarm blood. "The wards are bound to his blood," Moody growled slowly, "Despite being a vampire, he's only mostly dead, thus making him partially alive. Because of this I imagine the wards latched onto you as his sire, and are only keeping him here because that's where they were set up".
"How do we break them?" Selene demanded, silver eyes unblinking at they stared into Moody's.
"He needs to declare this is no longer his home," Moody answered unhappily.
"This is no longer my home," Harry said instantly, all of them shuddering at the feeling of magic rising in the air. When the magic vanished, they all blinked at the sudden rush, the magic-users jumping in shock at the yelp from outside. "He was leaning against the wards wasn't he?" he asked, making Selene snort.
"It doesn't matter, lets go".
"Wait! He can't leave! He's ou… ours," Remus finished unhappily as Selene and then Harry vanished, the door slamming shut behind them. "Great. How in Merlin's name do we explain that Harry's been kidnapped by vampires?"
CORVINUS
Not sure what this idea is based off really, I just found it on my computer and figured I might as well finish it.