Hey! This story was originally posted under my other handle and long story short it was forcibly removed from the site. I took a break from writing because I was pissed, which in part explains the delay with The Dark Lord's Equal and Angel of Death.

Now I am writing again – this and my other stories - and going through to make sure there is no reason for the story to be removed. In fact, I have already written most of the next chapters for Angel of Death and The Dark Lord's Equal and will be posting them when they are edited and finished.

Pairing: Harry Potter/Felix will be the eventual pairing with a few trysts thrown in as he makes his way back to his sire and discovers his sexuality.

Which is slash – or guy on guy. Please don't make yourself look bad and begin to read only to suddenly find out its something that you are "morally" against and feel the need to tell me that I am sick and going to hell.

Plot: I was captivated with the thought of Harry being bitten and then leaving the wizarding world for a short time to focus on himself and become in charge of his destiny (while exploring more of the vampire lore in both Harry Potter/Twilight). Also, Harry will not be a vegan vampire for reasons that I will go into.

Finally, my vampires will NOT be sparkly.

Here is a disclaimer that unfortunately states that I do not own anything that I am writing about and am merely hoping to play in another author's sandbox for a short time and what follows is for entertainment purposes only.

The buildup to Harry's sixteenth birthday had been anything but enjoyable. That stupid prophecy had been festering in his mind ever since he had left Hogwarts and the more that he thought about it the more that he resented Dumbledore for withholding it from him all those years.

His Godfather would still be alive if Harry had known that one existed – and had also been told that his mind had a direct link to the Dark Lord's - because then he never would have fallen for Voldemort's plot to lure him to the Hall of Prophecy. And no matter what happened in the future Harry would never forgive Dumbledore for the death of the man who had loved him unconditionally.

Just like a parent should have instead of those horrid Dursleys.

Which only made his anger at Dumbledore grow because the old man had known all along that Severus Snape had been the one to pass along the whisperings of a prophecy that had made his family a target in the first place! Of course he couldn't forget where Pettigrew fit into the story – and Dumbledore expected him to just get over it?

Fat chance.

In Harry's opinion he was done with it all; no matter how much he treasured being a wizard he would have rather spent all of his time at the Dursley's if it meant that he would never have to deal with Albus Dumbledore again.

But he knew that he couldn't do that, so instead Harry had planned on running away and thought that there was no better birthday gift than giving himself a chance at a new life. He had more than enough gold to start a new beginning somewhere else, and the guilt that he had in leaving his friends was nowhere near as strong as his desire to finally feel like he was living a life worth existing for.

And once he had made that decision to be free he had felt the weight of the entire wizarding world leave his shoulders and for the first time in his life he was able to breathe easier.

His head seemed to stop aching as well and in the few days leading up to his birthday he had made arrangements with the Goblins to transfer the sum of his wizarding holdings into a muggle bank account. To be honest he had been surprised by how much money was actually available to him; in all of his previous years at Hogwarts his only concern was to withdraw just enough to cover his supplies.

It wasn't like he was used to buying things for himself – not with his Dursleyish upbringing – and so he had barely made a dent into the sizable fortune that his parents had left him.

Harry didn't really have an idea as to where he would go or what he would do; in reality, he was simply looking forward to focusing on himself for a change.

At first that had been hard to wrap his mind around, but the more he forced himself to think about his wants and his desires the more he recognized that he had never truly done so before. Everything had always been about other people.

Therefore, and with very little regret, Harry James Potter left Privet Drive early on the thirty first of July. Coincidentally, his escape went unnoticed by the Order of the Phoenix and no one realized until far too late that Harry had subsequently headed straight for Heathrow where he purchased a one-way ticket to Italy. For some reason it seemed like the perfect destination for him to gather his thoughts before deciding on where to go next.

Once in Italy, Harry opted to make his own way for a while and used his Firebolt to traverse the Italian countryside – making sure to fly high above the clouds so that muggles wouldn't see him.

At night he would camp out in the wilderness, enjoying the satisfying smell of freedom that came with each deep breath that he took on his quest for a new beginning. However, a week into his new life, he again found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time.

One minute he had been enjoying the campfire that he had finally managed to perfect over the past week, and the next there were two impossibly strong hands that held him still.

By the time he registered that an extremely sharp pain was at his neck his pulse had already begun to slow. With each ounce of blood that he continued to lose, Harry Potter felt more and more resigned to leave a world that had never seemed to want him in it to begin with.

The pain – surely overwhelming and unimaginable to most – was simply an afterthought to him after every shitty thing that he had been through. Being so close to finally being free was such a fitting and apt way to die in his opinion that he was slightly annoyed that he hadn't seen it coming.

So resigned and close to death he was that he almost didn't recognize the perfect and wonderful sound of his killer.

"My singer…" the mysterious voice uttered longingly.

The last thing that Harry Potter remembered seeing with his human eyes was a face that was more beautiful than anything that he had ever seen before and in that instant he thought that an angel had taken him away from his misery.

Next edited chapter should be up in a few weeks once I get chapters of The Dark Lord's Equal and Angel of Death up. I'm trying not to overload myself and prefer to ease back into a somewhat regular writing schedule.