The One You Want ~ Snarry

Purple Eyes

After Rhys showed him Vampires- Deadly and Despicable: What You Need To Know, Harry was confused. He already knew all of that, but couldn't  remember why or how or where he'd learnt it. Seeing his confusion Rhys asked why and then, after Harry had answered, he said;

"one thing, of many, that humans don't know about us is that when we are turned we lose our memories. I like to think of it as selective amnesia - we loose who we once were, our experiences, our feelings. Yet we keep fact. You may have lived in Hogwarts for the last three years, you have walked its halls and settled there, but now all u have is fact. What you have read on it, not what you have seen or felt living there. Do you understand?" After Harry nodded, he continued,

    "We do not let the humans know this because they may try to exploit the confusion of our young. That's all they want, all they have ever wanted but it needs to change... Anyway, I digress our memories are taken so that we enter the world unbiased and with eyes unclouded, it is our responsibility as one of the most strong species in the world. We cannot carry vendettas from one life to the next.

Once he finished his speech/lesson, Rhys leads Harry through his quarters, they had just been in the front sitting  room, full of plush cushions and sofas decorated in greens, silvers and blacks. A huge marble fireplace stood on the center of the left wall, promising heat and warmth in winter months. Next they entered a large dining room, Rhys told Harry that cooking was not necessary for him to do, servants do it. Harry remembered that not many people have servants and wondered why he had them, they were for the rich. He got the sense that he had never been rich.

Slowly, they wandered through the other rooms, another large sitting room, this time in blue and white. A bathroom with a bath as large as a swimming pool, but not quite as deep, Harry liked that room the most, he thought that having that room to clean yourself in was wondrous, seeing as he'd had cold showers or communal washes before. How did he know that!?

Finally the pair reach the bed room. A large king size bed stands in the middle of the giant room, the wood on the posts and head board is a dark mahogany colour, verging on black and carved to depict snakes, writhing together around a crest set into the centre of the headboard. The crest was a shield with an iron helmet set above it and two, proud dragons resting on either side of the shield.

What was most noticeable about this room, however was not any of the furnishings but the woman standing at the foot of the bed, clad in a white nightgown with lace trimmings around the neckline and the bottom hem. Harry's eyes where drawn to the woman's neck, to her jugular, he could see every pulse of blood coursing its way round her body and was entranced.

Harry was pulled suddenly from his reverie by a Hans on his shoulder. Quick as lightning he turned, grabbed his attacker by the neck and threw him to the opposite wall. No one was getting his prey. Ever. Harry crouched down in front of his prey and growled low in his throat, both the woman and was his assailant cowered from Harry and after a moment, then it was clear that neither was going to move away, he stood. The man he had thrown, put up his hands in a gesture of good will and surrender, it took a moment for Harry to realise that the man was Rhys but he would not apologise. It didn't seem right to do so, in fact it went against every fibre of Harry's being to do so. So he wouldn't.

"Harry?" Rhys asked, tentatively. Harry nodded once to show he was calm, "Would you go look in the mirror, you need to see." and so Harry did. The mirror was full length and had a silver embossed frame, Harry peered at his reflection and then gasped. His eyes. Purple, bright as of it were glowing like the moon and such a deep colour at that, rich and clean, flecked only with gold, silver and a black rim around his irises.

All Leader, an inner voice spoke. All Leader. King...