The One You Want ~ Snarry

He sat hunched on the curb in the cold night. Harry Potter had finally gotten away from the Dursleys, undoubtedly the most wretched and vile muggles anyone would have the immense displeasure to meet. There are only two more weeks before his third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Harry intends to spend his  time with the Weasleys, NOT in the care of his supposed guardians.

As  he pondered how to get from Little Whinging to Diagon Alley the fastest he does not notice the changes in his  surroundings; only after the deafening silence is broken by a feral growl, does he realize the extent of his  peril.

Hooting can no longer be heard. A A Antisocial dogs have ceased their incessant barking. Even the chilly wind has stilled. Silence, perferated only by that ominous, otherworldly sound. He froze. Any manner of creature could be hidden in the gloom. Perhaps, Harry thought desperately, it could be a stray dog. Another growl louder this time, from a large bush to the left and it  most definitely not a dog. Slowly and silently he  pulled his wand from his old pair of jeans in case of attack, although, if whatever was lurking in the dark is what he thinks it is , he will have no power to stop it from ripping his  throat out and slowly draining his life force. Painfully.

A cold sweat broke out upon his  brow as he cautiously turned to face what caused the world to go silent, as if holding it's breath. Harry was met by a humanoid figure lurking in the shadows caused by the flickering street lamps. Could this get any more horror movie? He wondered in a brief moment of insanity given what stood infront of him.

Over the past two years Harry had read up on this particular magical creature more than most. They fascinated him, their abilities, their strengths and weaknesses, he knew them all- or at least as much as one could know sneaking into the Hogwarts library restricted section. That is why he knew that only a group of skilled Auror or powerful wizard like Dumbledore could have any hope of restraining it, let alone killing it.

In response to this knowledge he slowy backed away, resigned to his fate yet not totally ready to accept it, natural survival instincts kicking in. He got ready to run, even knowing it would do more bad than good. Vampires do NOT take kindly to fleeing helplessly. 

The creature cackled maniacly as it saw the muscles in his body tense in anticipation of the  flight for his life. As he backed away the humanoid figure closed in slowly, drawing out the hunt and kill to increase his fear. Vampires enjoy the hunt, but what makes a feeding so nutritious is, in part, the fear that consumes a humans mind, body and soul before they are viciously killed and used to feed another creatures body and sadistic, murderous desires. 

*crash* His trunk  that had been at his feet was spilled open on the road and pavement. The vampire took advantage of Harry's momentary lapse in concentration and terror at no longer having a possibility of escaping. It pounced, like a cat on a mouse at  Harry, trapping him under it's mass of muscle and dark magic. For a second it looked down at Harry as if weighing up the options although he had no idea of what they were except kill.

Slowly the male vampire - once a human man - leant down next to Harry's ear and whispered once scentence that chilled him to the core. "See you when you wake up, Newborn." Savagely the man bit down on Harry's jugular vein with sharp, pointed teeth and then lapped his blood up before it had a chance to trickle down his neck. Harry was drained dry and yet still he did not die, he remained fully and painfully conscious throughout the vampires feeding,  feeling his blood dissapear down the creature's gullet as it gulped down his life.

Once the vampire was assured there was not one more drop of blood left in Harry's body he proceeded to slowly sink his fangs into his own wrist and hold it to Hary's cold, bloodless lips. "Drink," it growled, barely holding onto sense in favour of bloodlust which would cause him to rip the body of the boy underneath him limb from limb. "Drink! this is your chance to survive, to conquer, to win the heart of any you choose, drink!"

So he did, one person in his mind as he did so. The heart of any he chooses. Finally, a way! He thinks. Before Harry can celebrate this news an incoprehensible agony tears through his body and at last everything goes black. 

-pain pain pain pain-

When Harry's eyes open again he is no longer who he once was, in fact he has no longer got any idea of who he once was. The last he remembers is pain, and lots of it. Coursing through his body like fire burning every cell into ash and then recreating them again, recreating him.

Looking around, Harry was fascinated, he could see every dust mote dancing through the air, the specific shade of everything around him, every line of his hand, every bug in every crevise and he could hear so much too: children playing on screeching swing sets, the roar of engines, the birds chirping in the sun and so much more. 

The young man was still confused however, he knew what things meant, how to speak, how to act, how to hold a fucking knife and fork but not WHO he was. It didnt make sense. Slowly Harry picked himself up off the hard stone floor and wondered where he was. "Hello! is anyone there? I dont know where I  am!" Harry cried for help for hours until the sun had set outside the window of the empty room in which he was locked. Darkness surounded him although it seemed to Harry that he could see better in the gloom than in the day, for some reason he thought that was wierd, but he couldn't be sure.

The moment the sun disappeared behind the lowest edge of the grimy window set high into the wall of his cell, the door swung open with a screech and a crash to reveal a black clad figure with long dark hair and a layer of unruly stubble coating his strong chin and cheeks. quite a handsome man Harry thought to himself. The man stalked forward until he was only a foot away from Harry and gazed intently at the boy  infront of him. After a minute of deathly silence he finally spoke, "I am Rhys, I know you don't remember much. I am someone you trust, or are to trust in the future. I will teach you how to control yourself and who you are, once more. Do you understand?" Despite having no clue what was happening Harry nodded his assent. "Good, now you must be thirsty, let's get someone to drink." Only now it was pointed out did Harry notice the aching burn in the back of his throat. Making him see red and blood, running down his gullet and providing respite, and death. Not that he knew all those things were bad, that 'normal' people did not think about them with longing. Seeing Harry's new found discomfort the man, Rhys, chuckled darkly and gestured Harry towards the door.

The pair wove through a maze of corridors until they reached a pair of huge oak doors, carved intricately with runes and Celtic symbols. With one graceful sweep of his arm, Rhys opened the door. Harry was amazed, it looked like the older man hadn't even touched it, but he denied that thought and was then drawn from his wonder by a host of enticing sights, smells and sounds. On the other side of the door was a great hall, filled with people, most laughing, drinking and having fun, but others had there mouths closed over the necks or wrists of others, all the pairs on those positions had expressions of pure ecstasy on their faces, and the smells, wafting from them made Harry's mouth water and ache for an opportunity to do whatever they were doing.

Rhys walked forward and Harry followed, down the aisles, strolling past the revelers and merry makers until they reached an imposing black throne set upon a raised platform, as if daring you to have the gall to take a seat. Rhys veered off to the left at the last moment and seated himself on the right side of the throne, Harry once again followed and then, when Rhys sat, moved to stand beside him. Harry could tell that on doing so he would be showing great respect to the man, but he was stopped by a hand on his arm

"Harry, I know all of the following will come as a shock, so do try to hold it together. That throne is there for you, You are to be our new leader when I see that you are fit for the position I will let you have it. Not before. Do not think I would seek to betray you or undermine your authority, we are creatures of great power,  loyalty and trust. Only to the right people mind, do not give trust blindly or it will be the death of you. Understand?" Again Harry was confused, but Rhys reassured him; "I will explain more once we are in private Harry, is that acceptable?" When Harry nodded Rhys visibly relaxed and Harry was puzzled by this but let it go.

"Now Harry, go sit on your throne."

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A/N : sooooo sweeties, this is kinda like a teaser for what is to come! This is my new story, snarry, with vampire harry aaaaahh! in case you didn't guess its from PoA onwards (Harrys 13 just to clarify) this will be a long fic but i wanna make sure its done right so the next couple chapters may take a while. Enjoy the teaser!!