Sanguis Draconis: A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to JK Rowling. I do not own any crossover references used in the story: all rights belong to their original creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.

Plot: Albus Dumbledore wanted a meek pawn willing to die for the Greater Good. The rest of the world wanted a hero willing to save them from darkness. What they got was the exact opposite and then some.

Author's Note: So, I know this particular trope has been done a lot of times and even more since, but this is…well, I'd like to think this is my own spin on the theme with a twist I hope you'll find enjoyable.

And, as always, if you don't like it, don't read it.

Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to all the Darksiders who enjoy and support my dark works: my recommended reads are Dark Lord Potter and Damaged Raven by JustBored21, Harry Potter: Lord of Darkness by AngelSlayer135, Controlling Darkness by Generatedname, The Rise of a Dark Lord by LittleMissXanda, The Dark Lord Peverell-Slytherin by Ares Peverell-Slytherin, A God Among Gods by DemonStalkingDragon, Oh Dumbledore, We're Just Getting Started by Tempest Novastorm, The Downward Spiral Saga – Harry Potter and the Homecoming, Harry Potter and Salazar's Legacy, Harry Potter and the Year of Broken Chains, Harry Potter and the Return of the Lost, Harry Potter and the Dirge of Hope and Harry Potter and the End of War – by BolshevikMuppet99, Haemophilia (based on It's in the Blood by sakurademonalchemist), On the Delights of Drinking Blood and Yield to the Darkness by Quatermass, Lord Thanatos by Scarlette-Moon-Howl, Dracula Rising by ZenoNoKyuubi and The Rise Of Darkness by Lord Peverell-Potter-Black

Key Pairing: Harry/Harem (Harry/Tonks/Ginny/Luna/Others TBD)

Other Pairings: To be determined

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'Thoughts'

'Mental Speech'

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Chapter 1: The Pale Boy

Nymphadora – don't call me that – Tonks didn't know which was worse.

The fact that she was going through the worst experiences any young lady could go through, thanks to her now-thirteen-year-old body slowly changing into that of a young woman, the fact that people still refused to acknowledge her request and call her by her last name instead of that overly-humiliating name she wore thanks to Mum, the fact she was going to have to spend yet another year of people belittling and laughing at her because she couldn't get her Metamorphmagic ability to settle or the fact that, this year, there was an air of excitement and rumour-mongering spreading around the platform.

And all because Harry Potter was coming to Hogwarts.

Now, don't get her wrong.

Tonks didn't mind the fact that the long-lost son and heir of the oldest family in the history of magic – fact! Despite what pricks like Lucius Malfoy, Dolores Umbridge and other 'pure-blood' fanatics would have you believe – was finally old enough to join the ranks of Hogwarts and become whatever and whoever he chose to be.

She just wished people didn't make such an impotent fuss about the fact.

Draconis

After all, this was a young man who might as well have been persona non grata with many people for going on ten years, ever since the night Lily and James Potter had died fighting Voldemort, whom was then vanquished by the Potter Heir through unknown means.

After that night, nobody knew what had happened to the so-called Boy-Who-Lived, not even Tonks' mother, Andromeda, who'd been something of a friend and sister-figure to Lily Potter – or Lily Evans, as she was – and, when she asked the Powers That Be about it, she was given the same brush-off excuse over and over again.

"Harry is safe and that's all you need to know."

Safe how, she didn't know, and neither had Andromeda, who'd allowed herself to become focused on her duties as a member of the DMLE and a defence attorney for those accused of crimes by the Ministry. In the meantime, she also raised a young daughter who had become the butt of a lot of jokes, because of her Metamorphmagic ability, and the fact that she was, basically, a half-blood daughter of the notorious Black Family.

And now, after ten years of brush offs and who-knows-how-many excuses and failed attempts to get answers, the magical world was actually getting themselves overexcited at the prospect of Harry Potter coming to Hogwarts.

So, in that respect, Tonks was annoyed.

After all, who would actually want to be famous because they'd lost their whole world to a madman?

Draconis

"Good question."

Suddenly, as she thought about the idea of who or what might be coming to Hogwarts, Tonks jumped as she heard a smooth, noble-toned voice address her while she had been trying to find a peaceful, quiet compartment to spend the journey on.

Looking behind her, Tonks' eyes widened with a mixture of awe and mild allure, if not a weird sense of enchantment that seemed to hit her right at the core of her being, as she found herself staring into the world's most-beautiful shade of emerald-green that she would ever see.

As well as the eyes, there was a face that looked like it had been perfectly-sculpted from marble and crystal, judging by how pale, yet attractive the owner of the face looked while, to Tonks' slight surprise, the boy – was he a boy? Tonks couldn't tell; he looked old enough to be her age, maybe even a bit older – had a head of sleek, short-trimmed raven-black hair, which seemed to fall over his fringe in a style that, weirdly-enough, made Tonks think of a dragon's wings.

Like her, the pale boy was already dressed in his school robes, which actually seemed to wrap themselves around his tall, lean frame like a second skin, emphasising the air of dark attractiveness that clung to him.

As if that wasn't enough, Tonks caught sight of a silver ring with a plain, black stone in the head adorning his right hand, which was also wrapped around the head of a black cane so sleek and straight, it could have been mistaken for an arrow, with a head ornament that was shaped like a snarling dragon, the eyes of which had been engraved with two emeralds that, somehow, matched the boy's eyes perfectly.

As she drew her attention back to his face, Tonks felt her heart rate increase in her chest while her eyes widened just slightly when she saw the boy smile at her, making her blood rush with excitement while, to Tonks' horror, the boy chuckled suddenly as he asked, "A Metamorphmagus? I never thought I would have the honour."

'Shit!' thought Tonks, even as the boy took her hand with his free hand, kissing the back of her knuckles while Tonks wondered, 'Did…did I just shift again without meaning to? Damn: I hate this stupid curse!'

"I don't think it's a curse."

Suddenly, Tonks' eyes widened as she saw those emerald-green eyes look up at her again before the boy smiled softly as he explained, "To be able to take on whatever appearance you desire? It is a gift that mere mortals can never truly understand, but those who are truly gifted, like you and I, Miss, we know what it is there for."

Suddenly, the reality of the situation hit Tonks like a Killing Curse to the heart.

"You…you…you're a…a…a Legilimens," whispered Tonks, earning a shrug from the boy.

"Guilty as charged."

While Tonks wondered how she hadn't even felt the intrusion into her thoughts, much less how someone so young could look like any teenage girl's idea of perfection and the cause of wet dreams up the wazoo, she saw the boy look to the compartment next to them as he asked, "Sorry, is this your compartment, Miss? I saw it was empty and…well…I'm not really a fan of noise and ignorance, but if you want it, I will leave you alone."

"No!" squeaked Tonks, opening the door for the young man in front of her as she told him, "Please…I-I-I would…I would welcome the company."

"As you wish," replied the emerald-eyed scion, stepping into the compartment where, to Tonks' surprise, he easily stored his trunk in the overhead area without so much as a glimmer of strain or trouble. Once he was done, the young man sat down before he looked to the door, once again making Tonks' blood rush while her face reddened as she found herself again falling into those pools of crystalline beauty before, to her surprise, the young man smiled as he indicated the seat next to him.

"Please…come and sit down, Miss."

"You…you don't…don't have to-to pretend," Tonks gasped, moving into the compartment before she sat near the door, albeit on the same side as this pale mystery sitting with her, as she explained, "I…I already know you…you're a Legilimens, so…so you must know my name."

"And yet, I prefer to let you introduce yourself to me, if you like," argued the young man, earning a stunned look from Tonks.

Merlin's beard and balls: who was this kid?

"I'll go first, shall I?" asked the boy, earning a surprised look from Tonks that turned her hair white, even as the young man smiled at her before he extended a friendly, formal hand to the young girl. "My name is Harrison James Peverell, but you may call me Harry, if you like."

Peverell?

Tonks didn't know why, but something about that name sent alarm bells ringing in her head, even as she took Harry's hand, though not before her hair darkened in colour when she felt her heart race while blood and adrenaline rushed south, making Tonks' underwear feel a little damp as she gulped hard before she whispered breathlessly, "I…I'm…I'm Nymphadora Tonks, but…but please don't call me by my first name…I…I hate it."

"Why?" asked Harry, earning a gasp from Tonks as she realised he had moved along the seat so he was practically nose-to-nose with her, while his eyes shone with curiosity and yet more alluring power, the likes of which made Tonks wish she was somewhere alone and private, because she really needed to deal with her arousal.

Arousal that only increased when Harry smiled at her before he asked, "If I was named for the gift of the nymphs, I'd be proud of it…honoured, even. After all, nymphs are the maidens of Mother Nature and the spirits that help govern power in the natural world, so to be named for a gift that came from them…well, it's one step away from being named by the Mother herself."

Tonks felt her cheeks flush, which meant her hair was undoubtedly turning a new shade of red, even as she saw Harry shrug before he told her, "Of course, you can always change it, you know? Just because it's a name on a bit of paper at the Ministry, it doesn't mean it has to be your name. You may call yourself whatever you choose to call yourself, Nymphadora and, if the rest of the world doesn't like it, they can lump it."

Tonks' head was swimming with a mixture of crazy, insane thoughts, daydreams and emotions that were more or less driving her close to the point of no return, even as she looked to this…this man next to her before, swallowing hard, she asked, "Who are you?"

"I told you," said Harry, giving Tonks a very cheesy, cheeky-looking wink, which made her think of her cousin, Sirius, while he smiled in that damn alluring manner of his as he explained, "I am who I choose to be and who I choose to be is Harrison Peverell…or Harry to my friends."

Here, Harry dropped his surprisingly-formal demeanour in favour of stretching up high before he extended his legs across the compartment, as though he was sat on a recliner, before he looked back to Tonks.

"Well, it beats having to pretend to be someone I'm not, just because some heartless freak plagiarised my name and turned it into a legend that means I'm famous for something that's not even worth celebrating, but, then again, what else can you expect from a world that would rather idolise a baby boy for something he couldn't control than use the Golden Age to make things all right again?"

Once again, the reality hit Tonks like a Bludger to the belly.

"You…you're Harry Potter…"

That accursed smile was all Tonks saw, even as her emotions hit the point of no return, sending her spiralling into unconsciousness.

Though not before she heard that smooth-toned voice address her;

"Not anymore…"

Draconis

Tonks felt a little drained, as well as embarrassed and uncertain of what she was able to think about as consciousness returned to her.

The first thing she was aware of was the sound of the Hogwarts Express rolling on towards Hogwarts, indicating that she had been unconscious for a while, but, as she blushed at the embarrassing fact that she had fainted, she was brought back to Earth with a thud when she heard a very familiar voice address her.

"Welcome back, Nymphadora…forgive me for saying so, but you look absolutely lovely when you're sleeping."

He was still there.

Harry Potter…no…Peverell!

The one everyone was waiting to see was sitting there, halfway-in-shadows as he watched the world go by the window, his hands resting comfortably on his stomach while, to Tonks' bewilderment, he seemed to have shed his robe in favour of an open shirt that exposed his pale, very handsome and alluring physique to her. She also noticed his cane had somehow vanished, though she assumed he'd stored it in the overhead compartment or tucked it under the seat.

As he smiled at her, Tonks felt her body grow warm again, though, this time, she was a little surprised to feel a sense of liking about knowing that he was smiling at her.

She also felt something warm pass through her heart, even as Harry cleared his throat as he explained, "I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of locking the door, so we won't be disturbed by anyone out there."

"But…but isn't that against the rules?" asked Tonks.

In response, Harry chuckled softly, his laughter almost ominous, but amused at the same time, before he clicked his tongue as he looked up at her with a curious air, "If they can break through my enchantment and force the door open, then, trust me, I deserve to be expelled, not that the Powers will actually let me be expelled; you see, they need their precious hero here, rather than somewhere he can be the best he can be and then some, like say, Durmstrang? Anyway, the point is: if they have a problem with me valuing my privacy, they're welcome to try and get in."

As Tonks' eyes widened in alarm and disbelief at the fact that Harry would rather go to Durmstrang than Hogwarts, she gulped hard as she looked to the glass on the door. When she did so, however, Tonks' eyes widened when she caught sight of something else on her, apart from her normal, brown-haired, grey-eyed look and the air of normalcy she had spent ages trying to maintain without this damn Metamorphmagic stopping her.

Now, however, her shock didn't cause her to shift, but that wasn't the only thing Tonks noticed.

There, just above her collar, was what looked like a small, reddish-coloured mark that almost looked like a love bite or a bruise; however, when Tonks looked closer, forcing herself to see her own reflection in the glass as clear as possible, her eyes widened when she saw something at the centre of the red bruise on her neck.

Or rather…two somethings.

Two pale flecks, to be precise, which barely stuck out against the bruising and looked as clean and fresh as newly-formed flesh.

However, mostly thanks to some private reading in her Mum's old journals and books kept for members of the Black Family, Tonks knew them for what they were, even though she couldn't quite understand the how or why they were there.

Unless…

Looking from the glass to the boy in the corner, Tonks saw Harry lick his lips before he smiled at her as he asked, "Yes?"

'He's a Legilimens,' Tonks reminded herself, horror settling in her stomach as she wondered, 'So he knows what I think…but if that's true, does that mean he knows I think…I wonder if he…could he possibly be…'

"Ask."

With just one word, Tonks felt her defences falter again, even as she looked at him, this mysterious enigma with pale skin, a noble, but otherwise cavalier demeanour and the only one who'd been in the compartment with her when she'd blacked out, only to wake up and discover that he had access to a form of magic that he challenged anyone to break through.

And those marks…not to mention his now-changed attire and his casual demeanour, not to mention the way he licked his lips at her and how he had his hands on his stomach.

Almost like…like he was digesting a big meal that he had savoured with every bite.

Every bite…like those on Tonks' neck.

And now, his sense of amusing confidence with her, and how he was basically telling her to ask him, and how she was willing to obey, to submit and to speak her mind.

She couldn't stop herself, even if she wanted to. "Harry?"

"Nymphadora?"

Merlin's balls, hearing her name from him felt good…even though she knew it shouldn't, especially with him only being a first-year.

With breathless gasps and an air of fear, as well as natural curiosity, Tonks asked her question, "Are…you…"

"Yes?"

Drawing out every fibre of her courage, Tonks went with it.

"Are you a vampire?"

For a moment, silence filled the compartment before, to Tonks' alarm, Harry smiled, licking his lips again as he answered her.

"Yes."

"Am…did you…have I become one?" asked Tonks, fingering the marks on her neck.

"No," replied Harry, earning a surprised look from Tonks, even as Harry smiled at her before he filled in the blank.

"But I won't deny your blood was delicious, Nymphadora; no, you are not a vampire…I just gave you a little gift and, as payment for my gift, I helped myself to an early lunch. But don't worry; I only took enough to sate me and, already, as I'm sure you're aware, you're recovering nicely."

Tonks didn't say it aloud, but he was right – and, knowing his gifts, he probably knew he was right anyway.

She did feel strong…perhaps even stronger than she used to, but what was this gift he had given her?

And, perhaps the weirdest question Tonks had to ask herself, even as Harry returned his attention to the view outside;

'Why don't I care that I was basically food for him?'

Yikes, talk about intense and scary at the same time: the Boy-Who-Lived has returned, but he's definitely not what they think he is, which begs the question: just who is he and what has he become, apart from a vampire?

Also, what is Tonks feeling inside of her that lets her accept that Harry made a meal out of her, without her consent, and what could his gift to her be?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: To Tonks' surprise, they reach Hogwarts without any disturbances, which leads to her being forced to leave Harry to see what path his fate will take; as he does so, however, the little vampire decides to play with his food…and I don't mean Tonks;

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