My Vampire Bonded

(1) And so it Began

Telling the truth can be hard. Especially when you've only ever been lied to. But that doesn't mean you can't, or even shouldn't, tell the truth. Then again, there are times when it's safer to lie till you get out of a situation and then tell the truth.

I was abused throughout my entire childhood, and told it was my own fault. Told that if I had been better, they wouldn't have had to break my arm. Told that if I hadn't done as well as I did in school, they wouldn't have had to crack my head open. Told that if I hadn't burnt breakfast, they wouldn't have had to give me a permanent burn scar on my left palm. Told that if I hadn't tried to think I was anything but a useless freak, he wouldn't have had to rape me the first time. Or the second, or third, for that matter. 

People are cruel towards what they don't understand. Whether it be an object, animal, or another human being. And that, is why they "had" to do everything they did. That is why I grew up abused and unloved. That is what made them monsters. Their irrevocable hatred towards anything they did not understand. 

My name is Harry Potter and this is the story of how I went from being an abused orphan, to having a loving family that will never hurt me. 

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"Harry?" a young boy of what seemed to be eleven asked me. "Yes?" I answered, unsure as to why he was speaking to me. I didn't know him, and from the looks my friends were shooting him, they didn't know him either. He took a shaky breath, clearly nervous, before saying, "Headmaster Dumbledore has requested an audience with you once you've finished your breakfast." 

Sensing he was clearly uncomfortable around the rest of us, I said, "Thank you for telling me. Did he give you a note for me?" He quickly handed me a note and took off. I could hear the others talking around me, but paid no attention to them as I was busy reading the Note. 

It read: 

Harry my boy,

 I would like to speak to you about your relatives after breakfast. If you could come up to my office after you finish eating it would be greatly appreciated. There may also be some other people there. The password is Pixie Dust. Please tell Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley I would like them to come with you as well. 

Sincerely, 

Headmaster Dumbledore

I was weary of bringing the other two with me, as I knew they wouldn't understand, but trusted Dumbledore enough to look past that weariness. 

I slowly began picking at my food again. Contemplating what was coming. I didn't know what to expect, as Dumbledore was the only person I had ever told about the way my relatives treated me. The other's knew that we did not get along, and they loathed the air I breathed, but they didn't know what actually happened in that house. Only Dumbledore knew, and I was fearful of losing my friends over them learning the truth. 

I knew that Ron would never understand what had happened to me, and that his temper would likely cause problems, but believed that he would stand by my side once again. Hermione could never understand my treatment at the hands of my muggle relatives and would never believe me. I knew she would more than likely leave me because she believed the world revolved around muggles. She believed they were better than us all, and that being a muggle-born made you better than every other wizard. I had resolved my self to losing her, but thought the Weasley's, Sirius, and Remus would stand by me. All I had left to do was finishing eating, leave with the others, and talk to the Headmaster. I was hoping everything would turn out all right.

"Come on guy's," I suddenly said about twenty minutes after the first year had left, "The Headmaster wishes to see us in his office." Hermione quickly grabbed her bag, muttering about why we were only just leaving then, instead of immediately after I was informed. Meanwhile Ron was whining about why we had to leave breakfast so soon, and the fact he was still starving. I will honestly never understand where all that food went. Or how he was always so skinny with the way he ate.

The walk to the headmasters office was tense, at least for me. The others seemed to have no issue's walking up the stairs and down the halls towards his office, but I was slowly falling farther and farther behind them. Lost in thoughts of what was to come, and how the others would react. I knew that I would lose at least on person over the course of our time in that office, but was hoping it would only be one, while knowing in my heart it would be more. I knew that not everyone would stay by me after they knew what had happened, yet was hoping with all my might that the majority of them would stay. I didn't want to lose the only family I had ever known.

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When we got to Dumbledore's office I knew something was wrong. I could feel it in the air surrounding us. Unsure as to what it could be, I took a deep breath before forging forward, opening the door and instantly regretting it.

They were there. All of them were there, and they looked angry. But the anger wasn't aimed at the Dursley's for hurting me, or the world for being a cruel place, but at me. Only at me. 

Sirius, Remus, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Snape, and Ginny. They were all there. However, perhaps saying they were all glaring at me was a mistake. Ginny was looking at me with a concerned gleam in her eyes, and Snape was looking at me curiously, almost as though I was a particularly tough potions recipe he was trying to crack. 

But still, two out of eleven was a peculiarly small number. It did, however, raise questions as to what they were angry at me for. As far as I was aware, I had done nothing wrong. That was, until Dumbledore began speaking.