Control [Drarry]

Chapter Two

It has been a week since Lucius kicked me out of the manor. However, he didn't forget to give me a stern punishment that I won't ever forget. He kicked and hit me with his cane for hours, he claims I got bit on purpose, that I wanted to be a monster, and that I always have been ever since I was born, why would any rational person want to be in my shoes.

I've had nowhere to go and it's not like mother put up a fight to keep me around, so I have been wandering the streets of muggle London until it was time to get the train to return to Hogwarts. I have a trunk full of necessities that I grabbed before leaving the manor. And I have been wearing a black cloak over the same green robes that I have been wearing since that day, trying to retain as much warmth as possible. My usually tidy slicked back hair falls in front of my face it has grown a bit too long for my liking and is extremely greasy, I'm yet to have a wash in that week period so I smell awful too. And I'm commonly experiencing a nauseating feeling and every day I have been feeling weaker and weaker.

I walk down the muggle pavement and glance up at Elizabeth tower to check the time it read 10:30. Damit I thought I'd better hurry to kings cross. I get to the station with 10 minutes to spare. And rush through the sea of people desperately trying to avoid them, I don't want anyone to see me in this state. I go to the back of the Hogwarts Express and find an empty compartment. My exhausted body collapses into a seat, compared to life on the streets this past week, this feels so luxurious on my battered, aching body. At this, I curl up in my cloak and drift off to sleep.

I wake to a knock on the door of the compartment though in my current state it sounds more like a banging. I've found that since being bitten my senses have been heightened such as hearing, sight and smell. I look up slightly but cover myself enough so that whoever it is won't be able to identify that it's me.

"Can I sit here? All the other carriages are taken." Potter asks me.

"Do as you wish," I stated and turned my back from him, and he takes a seat opposite me, my tired form still curled up in the corner.

Another hour or so passed and the compartment door was suddenly slammed open, knocking into a wall and surely denting it.

"Harry where have you been?" I cover my ears because of Grangers high pitched squeaking voice.

"Yeah, we've been looking everywhere for you mate." Weasel said, chuckling. "Who's this?" he questioned, I just rolled my eyes and stayed still.

"I don't know, he was just here when I got here, he hasn't really said much," Potter stated.

"Well anyway Harry...," Weasel continued.

I almost scoff at the rude bastard who has just invited himself in and disrupted us, the amount of disrespect he has astonishes me. Still feeling ill, in defeat I once again rest my head against the window.

More time passes and I hear the commotion of first years in excitement from up the train, we must be getting close. Granger confirms my assumptions by announcing that we should dress into our school robes as she expects we will be arriving soon. Granger leaves, leaving me with Potter and Weasel.

"Mate, we may as well change in here."

"Oh, alright," Potter quickly agrees.

They quickly start to change however for some reason unknown to me their attention was suddenly drawn to me.

"Hey," Weasel said, it was clearly directed at me, "didn't you hear? we need to get changed," I don't have the energy to answer, I just shrug my shoulders. "Can you hear me? or are you just thick or somethin'"

"Ron don't!" Potter tried to defend.

This made me angry, how dare he assume me stupid like him. I've been put through more crap in this past week than he has in his entire pathetic life.

I stand up and pull the hood of my cloak over even more to ensure that he most definitely won't see my face, my tall frame towering over his. And in a calm tone I say, "don't assume all people are like yourself." And with that I gather my things and walk away hearing behind me an echo of the weasel, "Merlin, he didn't half stink," for the first time in my life I wanted to cry.

Once the train had finally come to a stop I had composed myself and dressed into my uniform and once again draping myself in my cloak. Rushing out of the train I made my way as quickly as I could to the thestral drawn carriages. I guess I can see them now because I am also a magical creature. I get into the carriage before anyone else can reach and it starts to draw away and up to the castle. I have started to notice the growing hunger for blood in the past few days, it doesn't help with the heightened senses, every beat of every living thing's pulse is almost taunting me. Why did I have to be turned into such a monster? I don't want to do such an immoral thing as to drink blood. Draining the life out of the innocent to feed and prolong my life, making them suffer is the last thing I would ever want to do, I wouldn't wish this curse upon my worse enemy.

I have a plan I will hurry to the dormitories and have a quick wash and look as presentable as possible at the Hogwarts introductory meal later tonight and avoid everyone for the rest of my school career whilst keeping a cool head, good grades, all these things going on with me a secret and somehow not managing to lose control of this vampiric blood lust.

(time skip)

I sit down in the great hall waiting for the feast to begin, well the feast that everyone else will enjoy as a vampire I can eat most food the same as humans however I don't get any nourishment from it so eating is pointless. Suddenly the doors burst open and the first years enter, their gasps and bewilderment fill the entire hall.

Selfish little bastards with their smiles and happiness totally oblivious to the stresses and consequences of the world around them. I envy them, I wish I could go home to a warm family who would love me unconditionally, not expecting anything from them but to try their best. I wish I had the memories of a mother that would read to me every night as a child, letting her smooth delicate voice wash over me and soothe me to sleep. A father that would support me no matter what. I especially wish that I wasn't a monster, a monster whose only purpose is to take the thing that gives others life. Sadly in the real world dreams don't come true.

Dumbledore's speech ended without me even acknowledging that it had begun in the first place. The magical food appeared in front of me but it didn't make me feel happy and full of youth anymore, staring at it I felt like a failure. A combination of the venomous thoughts swirling around my head and the inability of being able to enjoy simplicities in life anymore.