Disclaimer: Harry Potter and characters are owned by J.K.Rowling and Bloomsbury etc. I claim no rights to them and make no money from this. I only own what you don't recognise.

Warnings: Slash, non-graphic rape, a type of slavery, language umm… can't think of anything else. If there is please tell me.

Pairing: hp/lm

Not betaed

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This is the longest chapter I have ever written! And I know I already have three other unfinished stories but this wouldn't leave me alone. I'm not sure if people actually read hp/lm but I love the pairing and had to write it. Anyway, enjoy!

"I can't believe it James, I just can't!" Lily sobbed clinging to her husband. "I know…Alice and Frank were always so happy, so alive and now…"

"And their poor son, only four years old and no parents."

"And such a reputation to live up to when he's older." Then a guilty thought sneaked into both of their heads. Thank Merlin it wasn't Harry.

James sighed. "Lil-" There was a crash as the front door was shot off it's hinges, glass and debris flying through the air. Both of the aurors pulled out there wands, already knowing what the threat was. Death eaters.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" A malicious voice sneered. "Perfect Potter with his perfect wife in his perfect little house."

"Rodolphus and Bellatrix!" James growled as the black robed figures came into view. Bellatrix raised her wand, a sadistic smile playing on her lips. "Crucio!"

The Potters ducked and the curse flew over their head.

"Stupefy!"

"Avada kedavra!"

Colours danced through the air as the four combatants dodged, twirled and ducked, shouting spells and curses. None of them avoided being hit and the battle lasted a quarter of an hour. But eventually, finally, luckily the death eaters were stunned and the two Phoenix members breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm surprised Harry didn't wake up." James remarked, looking around. Then they both froze before Lily ran up the stairs, her husband close behind her, calling her sons name. Heart pounding she stopped at the nursery door and pushed it open.

The room was neat and tidy, just like Lily had left it less than 30 minutes ago. But the previously closed window was wide open letting cold November air blow into the empty room. The only sign of a disturbance was the broken picture frame containing a picture of the three of them together, waving and smiling, taken by Sirius.

Now cracks ran through the glass, severing the photo Harry from his parents. Just like in life.

-

A robed man hurried through the dark alleyways of Knockturn, dragging a toddler along by the hand. Three weeks he had been hiding from the damn aurors with this stupid kid. At least he had stopped screaming now.

He turned the corner, not noticing that the green-eyed boy was almost passing out, and stepped back.

"Now then," The almost ethereal woman in front of him said, "What could you be doing down Knockturn in the middle of the night? Looking for a bite perhaps?"

"N…n…no…" He stuttered, trying not to stare at the swirling black vortexes of her eyes, or the milky porcelain skin. She stepped towards him, grinning, fangs shining in the moonlight, but stopped when she noticed the now unconscious child slumped against him.

Concern slipped into her eyes before they flashed angrily. "How dare you do such a thing to a child?"

"I..."

"Give him to me!" She demanded.

"No!"

The vampire hissed, and the death eater turned and ran, leaving Harry to the mercies of a vampire. He didn't look back as he fled. And he didn't reach the end of the alleyway. He was found the next day with a knife bathed in poison protruding from his back.

-

She ran a hand through the silky hair of the child, trying to hide the worry that resided in her. But it had been three days and the boy had not woken up. The bruises given to him by his captor had turned a horrid purple but would soon start to fade, his cuts would slowly start to heal. The healer had fed him potions filled with the nutrients and other things needed to keep him alive, but still he would not wake up.

"Is he going to die?" Amelia asked the healer, stroking his hair in a way usually used to calm others, that she was using to calm herself. The healer watched her with sad eyes. "Yes milady. I cannot save him." The words you can weren't said but they hung in the air.

And they were true, she could save him. But there would also be consequences, ones that she was not sure the child would like. And Amelia was not sure if she could condemn the boy to live the hunted life she had before her sire's death. Because he would always be hunted by those jealous of his power, his money, his station. Always those waiting to start a civil war.

But the only over option was to let him die. And she couldn't do that. She had never seen the child before, never heard his voice, and never seen him with his eyes open. Hell, she didn't even know his name! But this mortal boy had already captured her heart in his pitiful state, and she knew she would never let him die.

So after the healer had left she carefully leaned over the boy and bit down into his neck. Her mouth filled with blood that slipped easily down her throat but she pulled back just before she took too much and bit into her wrist, tearing the vein. Blood spurted out, staining the bed covers, and she brought her wrist down to the child's mouth, making sure the child drunk the blood that flowed in. Her childe.

-

For two years Harry travelled with his sire, his mother, and he loved her more than anyone else in the world, though always there was a pang in his heart for the birth parents that had loved him, the parents he had left behind.

Harry walked through the streets of Delhi, holding his mama's hand and staring in wonder at the things around him. Amelia smiled down at him, adoration shining in her eyes, and squeezed his hand. He grinned up at her, miniature fangs visible in the toothy smile, and held her hand a little tighter.

The market was thriving with people everywhere but Amelia couldn't help feeling a stab of paranoia. Something wasn't right. "Come on Harry." She said, trying to weave through the people. He followed, unquestioning, but seemed to catch a little of her fear as his eyes darted to look suspiciously at everyone around.

Eventually they managed to leave the throng of people behind, but she still felt eyes at her back and felt a surprising hint of nostalgia. Before Harry she would have stood her ground, fought viciously and won. But she would not risk his life, and she would not risk leaving him alone by dieing her self, so she carried on.

Amelia pushed her childe down as a streak of green sped toward them. "Stay there!" She hissed, activating the powerful ward around him, and she darted up, sprinting down the alley with speed only a vampire could achieve. She almost laughed as the thrill of the hunt raced in her, filling her body with adrenaline as she chased the fleeing prey.

She could hear him panting, could hear his blood pounding in her head, and she pounced, riding the wizards body down to the floor. He tried to throw her off but she laughed coldly. He would never manage to throw off a vampire. He was far too untrained and nowhere near strong enough.

She grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head onto the stone paving, smiling as he cried out and blood seeped onto the floor.

"You have two choices. You can either tell me what I want to know and I can kill you, or you can refuse, I'll throw you around a bit more and then you can tell me. You'll die either way so chose wisely."

The assassin stretched out a hand. "Looking for this?" She asked, twirling his wand in her fingers. He gasped and she laughed again, baring her fangs as the blood lust in her grew even more potent at the smell of his fear.

"Who sent you?" Amelia demanded, letting a little of the vampire thrall seep into her voice. Humans were so susceptible to it there was no point in using all her power.

" Patrick Le Carpentre." The man said his eyes glazed over and his mind captured. "Why?" Amelia asked softly, though she knew the answer already. "To kill your son, the pr-" She slammed his head into the ground, making him cry out again. "Do. Not. Say. It. Aloud! Do you think I've avoided the vampire city just to have you tell my secret to the whole world?"

Amelia yanked his head to the side, leaving his neck pale and bare. Then she sunk her fangs into the soft flesh to reach the flowing blood beneath. But even as she fell into the rapture of feeding, she knew. Harry wasn't safe with her anymore.

-

A week later the two were in Scotland, stood outside a stone mansion. And as much is it hurt both of them to do so, Amelia new it was the only way to keep her childe safe. She had briefly entertained the thought of sending him to his birth parents, but they probably wouldn't be to happy about the whole vampire thing. Besides, this wasn't a permanent arrangement.

She had also thought of taking him back to the vampire city. Though everyone would now their relation, she would have guards but it would be much easier for an assassin to kill either one of them.

So the only thing left to do was leave him somewhere that could keep him safe. With someone she trusted. And that was Natalie Nakia. Natalie was head of the Nakia coven and an old friend of Amelia's and despite the fact that Amelia was to going to tell her who Harry was, she would not let a child be harmed.

"I'll come back for you, I promise I will."

Harry just gazed up at her with beautiful emerald eyes, a star lit tear trickling down his check.

"Don't cry little one, please don't cry, you'll be safer here, if they all knew…" She trailed off not wanting to admit aloud what was going through her head. That if they all knew he was her childe, her heir, some would kill him for it. "I can't bare to see you cry…"

So he wiped away his tears and pasted a joyful smile onto his face. "I'll be okay mama!" He said, the words clear of the fear that was burning inside of him. He didn't want to be left alone again, but he didn't want to make it harder on his mama.

She pulled him into her arms, hugging him close, and kissed the bite mark on his neck. They stayed like that for the longest time, with her stroking her hands through his long black hair as he was slowly lolled to sleep. Then she stood up, her own eyes sparkling with tears, and left her beloved childe asleep outside the gates of the Nakia mansion.

-

Harry sat at the foot of his Master's chair, letting his long ebony hair hide his face. Ever since Natalie's murder four year ago his life had been a living hell. Daemon had won the fight against Nathaniel for the headship of the Nakia coven and everything since then had gone downhill. It wasn't really that Daemon lacked the skills to lead, but he was arrogant, power-hungry and selfish. Everything he did was done only for himself and the coven had suffered for it. Some of the vampires had moved away and joint another family so the once full mansion was now missing a third of its previous occupants and had taken on a gloomy vibe.

Many of the vampires that stayed did so because their line had always been with the Nakia family, others because they held onto the complete trust that vampires were meant to have in their Lords, some just had no where else to go. But the ones who had no choice, who couldn't leave, were the bound.

When a human was Turned they had a special relationship with their sire, one that made them fell safer with their sire than with anyone else and one that gave the 'parent' the undeniable need to protect their childe. But the 'parent' could also bind their childe in a way that made it impossible for the childe to disobey them and if they didn't it was possible for any other vampire to do so. Most vampires were bound at the same time as being bitten.

Harry wasn't. His mother had wanted him to keep the freedom of any other kid his age instead of forcing him to do what she wanted. Natalie had done the same, treating him like a son and never binding him, stopping all other vampires from doing so. Unfortunately, Daemon had not.

A week after Daemons ascension to Lordship he had called all the remaining unbound vampires into his chamber one by one. Each came out bound to their new master and extremely traumatised. A fought binding was a terribly frightening and painful experience.

Harry had gone in last, forcibly dragged by Daemons guards and screaming profanities. He could vividly remember the moment he was forced to his knees in front of Daemon before he had his head yanked to the side and felt fangs bite sharply into his neck.

He hadscreamed and struggled, his body convulsing, but Daemonhad just held tighter. "You are mine!" He had hissed blood dripping down his chin, "Mine!" And though Harry tried to disagree, vampire law dictated that he did now belong to the Lord of the Nakia family.

Since then Daemon had barely let Harry out of his sight, making the young vampire follow him around like a dog. Their chambers were next to each other; Daemon forced Harry to sit with him though every meal and every meeting and had taken on the teaching of his education, vampire and wizarding.

Today was one of many meetings where Harry sat at the foot of Daemon's chair, listening avidly to the conversation going on while trying to remain small and inconspicuous. This was the 5th meeting with the same mortal and like all the meetings before him he could feel burning eyes on him.

"I have one more request." The mortal Lord said coldly. Harry could sense Daemon stiffen slightly, wondering he would ask for something outrageous. But he relaxed quickly and raised an eyebrow in question.

"I want the pet that sits at your feet." Harry's breath caught and his pulse beat frantically. Daemon was bad, Merlin yes, but he had heard of this Voldemort from the other vampires, heard tale of his ruthlessness, his all-consuming hate and his sadism.

Please say no, please say no, please say no, please… He begged in his mind. But he knew his master well by now. And his master would not say no.

"As you wish." Daemon acquiesced, "But in return I want your betrayer."

Harry could feel the puzzlement of the mortals and he too was trying to figure out what his master could gain from this.

"He is yours." Voldemort said, still puzzled but not seeing anything to lose from giving the vampire what he wanted.

"Good." Daemon smirked. "But I will need a week to release the binding on my, or I suppose your pet."

Voldemort nodded. "You may have the traitor today for I have no use for him. Lestrange, take him to the dungeons and untransfigure him. Make sure he cannot escape!"

"Yes my Lord." Harry peered through the curtain of hair to watch one of the red-eyed mortals men walk out of the room carrying a dagger.

Then he froze in fear when the red eyes turned to him. Voldemort smirked maliciously, his face holding the promise of servitude more horrific than Harry could ever imagine. Then Harry filled with anger. He was not a pet to be passed from one master to another! His entire soul rebelled at the idea of being owned, as it had from the moment Daemon had bound him. But once again he was helpless. There was nothing he could do except accept his fate like a good little slave.

His green eyes swirling with power, he growled and Daemon grabbed his shoulder, digging his nails in so that Harry almost winced in pain. Voldemort seemed amused by the display of disobedience and Harry hissed, baring his fangs and straining against Daemons grip.

The dark Lord turned to the Nakia Lord and appeared to be asking permission. Then the human pulled out his wand and pointed it at Harry. "Crucio!"

He stopped struggling, his body instead convulsing, but he didn't scream. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction. Thousands of red-hot knives stabbed into him over and over, and his body writhed uncontrollably as Voldemort fuelled the spell with more and more anger.

When it stopped, thank Merlin it stopped, Harry was left gasping, his body begging for breath. His eyes fluttered shut. He wished for his Maturity, for the time when he would truly breach the line between mortal and immortal, because then he wouldn't need to breath, and this wouldn't hurt so much but he was too young and he knew it would be years yet. But a vampire can dream.

He heard voices and people leaving, then vaguely felt someone pick him up roughly before being carried. When he was dropped onto a bed he opened his eyes to see Daemons black ones staring into his, glazed over with an emotion Harry didn't want to identify but knew very well by now.

"Only a week left together my pet." Daemon purred, and Harry resigned himself unconsciously once again to what would follow, although his body rebelled. "Now how shall we spend the remaining time together, hmm?" The vampire Lord crawled forward to straddle the younger vampire who twisted and turned under him trying to escape. Daemon only laughed.

"Now, now, none of that Pretty. I order you to keep still." And without Harry's consent his body stopped struggling and lay there still. Daemon smiled, his entire face reflecting his lust, and then he leant towards Harry and crushed their lips together in a painfully bruising kiss, forcing his tongue into Harry's unresponsive mouth.

He ripped away Harry's shirt, biting and scratching his body, and then said those hateful words. "I order you to help me fuck you." And, with Harry screaming in his mind, his hands lifted to take off Daemon's clothes as his body complied.

-

He awoke six days later, feeling strangely lethargic along with something else he couldn't quite name. A feeling he knew he should remember but hadn't felt in so long that he didn't know it. Then it hit him. It was freedom. It was the feeling he had had before Daemon had become Lord, the feeling of not being bound.

The joy bubbled up inside him and Harry laughed uncontrollably. He knew the freedom wouldn't last, that he was being bound again, but the feeling was so…consuming that he couldn't ignore it. And for half an hour he lay in bed, revelling in his joy.

When he finally got out of bed, washed and dressed the severity of his new situation hit him and for another half an hour he sat at the window and dwelled on his misfortune.

"I wonder what happened to the spy." Harry murmured to himself, curious as always. Then, after debating with himself, he left his room and slowly and invisibly made his way to the dungeons. No one sensed his presence as he crept past him and he walked down the winding staircase into the lowest part of the mansion.

The first thing that hit him was the smell of blood, and the feelings of sorrow and pain that dwelt in this place, though not all of it was from the new prisoner. Over time the feelings had built up and fixed themselves to the walls of dungeons, to the chains and the metal bars. Only a vampire could sense it.

Harry walked past the cells that lined the chamber, before coming to the one that was occupied. He stared through the bars at the being he had thought was human, but that his senses now told him was not so. But at the moment that did not matter. What mattered was that the being was surrounded by blood with scars and bruises littering his body, his pallor sickly.

What mattered was that the being had turned to stare at him with piercing grey eyes. Harry stood paralysed, then slowly, cautiously, unlocked the cell door and entered.

He watched the blond haired creature warily, knowing very well what one would do when trapped, but it just continued to watch him back. He knelt in front of the man, who was huddled in the corner, then bared his neck in a gesture of trust. The man, slowly, did the same.

"Why are you here?" The man asked, his voice faint and harsh from disuse. "I don't know." Harry whispered softly. Because he didn't. He wasn't sure why he felt the indescribable need to see this prisoner. He didn't know why he wanted to free him. But he did.

"You must be Harry." He said. "The vampire Lord talks of you often." Harry shivered, and his thoughts flickered to the last time…and the times before it, then he yanked his mind forcefully out of his thoughts, his haunting past, and into the future.

"He will not be my master much longer." Harry told him, more coldly then he had intended. "No," The creature agreed, "But you'll new one will be worse."

"I know." Harry whispered, letting a tiny bit of fear seep into his voice. The prisoners face softened, then he asked Harry a question. "Is Harry your real name or one your sire gave you?"

"It is my real and only name." Harry replied, wondering where this was going.

"What is your last name? Your mortal last name?"

Harry frowned, and suddenly he remembered times he had thought he had forgotten. Times filled with a red headed woman who loved him, a dark haired man who had done the same. A mortal life he barely remembered flitted into his head and for a few minutes he was silent, trying so hard to pick out a name that those two people shared with him.

"P, it begins with a P but I just can't…" His eyes flashed in aggravation, when suddenly it hit him. "Potter. My name is Harry James Potter, son of Lilly and James."

The prisoner's eyes widened.

"Did you know them? My birth parents?" The captive nodded, his face still showing his shock. "I knew them. I still know them."

It was Harry who was shocked this time. "They're alive! I had assumed…Mother didn't tell me anything about them, only that I had been kidnapped and she had taken me from my captor. After a while I just sort of forgot…"

"They looked for you non-stop for a year, refusing to believe you couldn't be found, that you were most likely dead. Eventually they let themselves truly mourn but every year when it's your birthday it is as if you have died all over again."

Harry looked a t him curiously. "When is my birthday?"
"You don't know?" the creature asked shocked.
Harry shock his head,
"July 31st."

They sat in silence for a while after that, Harry lost entirely in thoughts of the family he left behind. "I would have liked to see them again." He said finally. "I can barely remember them."

"If I wasn't about to be killed I would take you to them."
"Didn't you have a portkey on you?"
"The vampire took it. It was a ring with a ruby in it."
"Was the vampire tall, dark hair, brown eyes, mean?"
The prisoner sighed. "Yes."
Harry put his hand into his pocket and pulled something out.

"Is this it?"
The creature gasped and reached out before pulling his hand back.
"I stole it off the git on the way down. How do you activate it."
"Touch it and say 'bad faith'. It is what my last name means." He said, correctly interpreting Harry's look.
"First," Harry said, "Tell me who and what you are."
"I am an Alida, which translates into winged one, and my name is Lucius Malfoy." Then he touched the ring, saying the two magic words, and they both disappeared.