Disclaimer: I own nothing, yada, yada, yada don't sue.

Warnings: Same as last chapter I think.

Pairings: SLASH! As in two guys kissing etc Harry/Lucius, more later.

Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. I never expected thatmany reviews ever! I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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The first thought that flittered into Harry's head when they appeared at their destination was that he hated portkeys. The second was that everyone in the large hall was staring at them. Finally he noticed that Lucius had just passed out.

"Umm…you might want to help him." Harry said, still knelling and feeling extremely nervous with so many people around him. His words, however, seemed to break the stupor the room was in as it suddenly filled with noise as what were obviously students began talking or screaming at the sight of the battered Lucius.

The adults- most likely teachers- rose, most pointing a wand at him, and unfortunately Harry didn't know the mortal way of showing he meant no harm. So he did it the vampire way, baring the side of his neck that held his bite mark.

There were gasps throughout the room as people recognised the vampiric gesture, but it also seemed to relax the majority of the teachers as one ran from behind the long table at the far end of the hall. Harry stood and moved aside as the lady knelt down and began assessing Lucius with her wand.

Harry turned as he heard footsteps and almost covered his ears as a shout of "Father!" much louder to him then humans, rang through the air. A blond haired, pale boy, probably Harry's age, raced forward but stopped in horror when he saw the extent of the Alida's injuries.

The boy turned to look at Harry. "What did you do to him?" He asked, his voice laced with hate and anger and sorrow.

"I…"

"Mr Malfoy," An extremely old looking, white haired wizard started, "This young ma- I mean vampire brought your father here. There is no reason to suggest he harmed your father at all."

"People do not think when they are shocked." Harry said softly. "It matters not, I take no offence."

"Thank you." The pale boy murmured, looking a little mollified, to which Harry nodded.

By this point teachers had started to usher the students out of the hall, and seeing the rest preoccupied with Lucius, Harry slipped behind them into the entrance hall. He drew in a shaky breath and lent against the wall. It had been so long since Harry had been anywhere but the mansion, and so long since he had been around that many people of any species.

"Are you alright?" He looked up to see a red haired woman watching him, with a little trepidation but mostly concern in her eyes.

Harry nodded, but she looked at him sceptically.

"No your not. What's wrong?"

Harry sighed. What could he tell her? How could he explain to this woman that it had been four years since he had been this free? How could she ever understand that his life was promised by his old master to someone who, as impossible as it seems, would probably be even worse?

So he just painted a small smile on his face, masked his eyes of the pain and sorrow they always carried, and told her he was fine.

"Well, I just wanted to say thank you." She said. "For saving Lucius. He's a dear friend and…it would have destroyed Draco to lose his father."

"My pleasure." Harry murmured, blushing lightly. He wasn't used to thanks of any kind and to get them from someone who seemed so…familiar was rather strange.

"Do you want to come back into the hall with me? Albus would like a word with you if you don't mind."

"Of course." Harry agreed politely, walking back into the hall. But he stopped when all the heads turned towards him. He had never been very confident around anyone since Daemon, and he knew no one here and he felt so out of place as the only vampire.

"Don't look so nervous my boy!" The old wizard said. "We don't bite!"

"Except the werewolf." A greasy haired man said, sneering.

"Severus!" A woman admonished, frowning as the rest of the teachers rolled their eyes.

Harry walked a bit further into the room, strengthening his mental shields so his insecurity didn't show in his eyes. Yet most of the people in the room could see how much Harry wanted to be anywhere but there.

Harry's eyes darted around the room, taken everything in with a few glances, trying not to look at anyone. They were still watching him!

"Ummm…maybe I should go…" He said softly, half hoping they would agree.

"Great idea!" A voice croaked out. "You might manage to survive a whole one hour before the Dark Lord finds you."

His eyes flicked up and he stared, surprised, at the glaring Alida. "If you have that large a death wish then walk straight out of that door. If not, relax and stop worrying." Lucius said, annoyed.

"I didn't think you'd be awake yet." Harry said, rather shyly, and almost cursing himself for sounding so meek. "I wasn't even sure if you'd survive."

Lucius smiled slightly. "Vampires are not the only race that heal quickly, and I had the help of potions, as well as Madame Pomfrey."

Harry nodded, accepting his answer, and he studied the Alida silently. The blood was missing from the mans face, the dirt cleaned off, and he looked to be only in his late twenties, though Harry's intuition told him differently, as well as the Alida's teenage son. Lucius' just passed shoulder length hair was clean and platinum blond, and his face was…perfect. Beautiful. Harry's mind whispered.

"Now Mr…" The headmaster began, before he was interrupted by a man storming into the hall, followed closely by two aurors.

"Dumbledore! Is it true? Are you harbouring a vampire now?"

"Hello Cornelius," Dumbledore said tiredly, "How are you today?"

"Don't play dumb with me Albus! One of my men was olwed by his daughter saying that a vampire appeared in the great hall."

"That is correct Cornelius." Dumbledore said mildly.

"That is correct! This is a vampire we're talking about Albus, not some harmless, child-loving fae! You can't keep it around children!"

"I am not an animal." Harry said softly, "Please don't speak as if I am." The portly man turned to glare at him angrily. "I am the Minister of Magic! How dare you speak to me like that!"

Harry observed him, a small sneer settling on his lips. "Shouldn't the Minister of Magic act with a little more tact and decorum and a little less fluster?"

The Minister flushed red as many of the teachers tried to hide their smiles, the aurors surprisingly doing the same. "You…I…How…What…" the Minister spluttered, seemingly not able to form a sentence in his anger.

"Cornelius, I am sure…"

"Harrison."

" I'm sure Harrison will pose no threat to the students and that he will take no blood without full permission."

"But what would he do all day?" Cornelius asked, still extremely annoyed.

Dumbledore looked thoughtful for a moment before his eyes started twinkling.

"May I ask how old you are Harrison?" The old man said. Harry studied his face, trying to get an idea of what the headmaster was planning, but came up blank. "I turned 17 a month ago headmaster." He answered truthfully.

"Can you perform magic?" Dumbledore asked. Harry nodded cautiously.

"Brilliant!" Dumbledore said cheerfully, a massive smile on his face. "Harrison can attend the 7th year of school."

"Excuse me," Harry said a little alarmed. "I've never been to school, and…I've never been around so many mortals but I know they won't like me being here."

"Nonsense my boy!" The headmaster beamed, brushing away his concerns, "They'll take to you straight away."

"What about the six years he's missed?" The minister inquired, resigned.

"My mother- my sire- taught me the basics when I was with her and I had many tutors when I was with Natalie. Even my Mast- even Daemon did not stop me from learning."
"Then that's settled. Tomorrow Harrison while join the 7th years at the welcoming feast.

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Harry sat on the steps leading up to Hogwarts, content just to feel the wind on his skin and the moon bathing his body, though his fangs itched to bite into some smooth, thick skin, to feel the blood spurt out and slip down his throat…

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the tantalizing imagery provided by his mind, but the bloodlust was building and he could only ignore it for so long. He needed blood and he needed it soon, but the idea of one of the mortals consenting to him drinking their blood was laughable, and animal blood was never as strengthening.

Harry sighed knowing that he would have to make do, though he would need human blood extremely soon. If he didn't feed he would end up going out of control and feeding on an unwilling human, and he wasn't in the mood to get executed by the Ministry

"Do you like being alone or do you just hate humans?" Lucius asked, sitting down next to the young vampire "Neither." Harry answered truthfully. "I'm just not comfortable around…people. I'm not used to being around anyone other than my coven. Since Daemon took the lordship I've rarely seen someone who wasn't part of our family. And until that mortal…voldemort…I hadn't seen a human that wasn't there to be fed from."

"When was the last time you left that place?" Lucius asked, his eyes sympathetic. Harry shrugged. "Some time ago. Natalie used to take me with her places, so I travelled extensively then, as well as with my mother."

"Your…mother?" Lucius enquired puzzled.

"My sire." Harry said, "We were always moving around the world, barely staying in one place for long enough to call it home. I don't think she ever told me why, if she did I can't remember it, but I know that it was to keep me safe for some reason." Harry laughed bitterly. "That was why she left me with the Nakia family. To keep me safe. Guess it didn't really go according to plan. "

"Most things don't" Lucius murmured softly, "But we can only make the best of what we have.

"What do I have?" Harry asked, despairingly. "The Nakia house was my family and they've fallen apart, my guardian Natalie was murdered, my sire is Celeste knows where and my birth family believes I'm dead. I'm in a mortal school surrounded by people who fear and distrust me and I'm all alone. I have nothing. I am nothing."

He almost flinched when a hand touched his face, turning his head to face Lucius. "Whoever told you that you were nothing is the blindest person in the world. You shouldn't believe everything people tell you."

Harry ducked his head coyly, and then inwardly cursed himself for acting so submissive. It was a habit that his Mas- that Daemon had instilled in him for years and one that was exceedingly hard to break, especially around strangers.

"Your son looks a lot like you." Harry observed, changing the subject. A proud smile settled on Lucius face. "Yes, thankfully. He is a brilliant boy. A little head strong, and very set in his ways, but he seems to be growing out of that. It was his mothers influence."

"You don't get on with his mother anymore?" Harry asked, noticing the tone of voice and the sneer on Lucius face. The Alida sighed. "We never got on in the first place. It was an arranged marriage chosen purely on money and status, and my years with her were some of the worst in my life. The only thing that made it worthwhile is Draco."

"I apologise for bringing it up." Harry said softly, knowing how some memories are better left forgotten.

"Don't be." Lucius answered, "We split up a year ago, thank Merlin, and I've rarely seen her since the court proceedings for the divorce settlement. Luckily Draco was not attached to her either as she hasn't been in contact."

"Sounds like my mother." Harry said bitterly, aware as soon as he had said the words that they weren't strictly true.

"When did you last see her?" Lucius asked.

"When I was six." He replied sadly. "I…I wasn't safe with her anymore. There were attacks every week. Eventually she decided I'd be safer if I wasn't with her and left me with Natalie-the last head of the Nakia family." Harry sighed. "She promised she would come back. But that was 11 years ago and I'm not naïve enough to believe that she will anymore."

They talked long into the night, Harry surprisingly at ease with the older man, for Harry didn't need to sleep and, though he could walk in the sunlight, he preferred the darkness and beauty of the night.

They were sat in comfortable silence now, both lost in their own thoughts, until Harry turned his head to watch the Alida. His eyes trailed the mans flawless face, down his jaw to that smooth, pale, perfect neck. He could almost see the blood pounding underneath, could almost hear it singing, calling to him, and begging him to sink his teeth into that delectable jugular and lap at the blood as Lucius…

He pinched himself, forcing his mind away from the undeniably exquisite creature sitting next to him, and berated himself in his mind. Then he almost blushed as he once again realised that the attraction to the Alida was more than the blood running beneath his skin. You've known him a few hours. He told himself, hasn't Daemon taught me anything about trusting others?

"When was the last time you fed?" Lucius asked, shocking Harry so that he moved away from the man.

"Animal blood a week ago, human blood two weeks."

"You really are trying to kill yourself!" Lucius exclaimed.

"No I'm not! I was asleep for the last six days, and I was only allowed to feed when Daemon said so! Animal blood will only sustain me for a little while, but there is no one who would let me feed off them here."

Lucius sighed, and then shivered. "It is cold out here now." The man observed.

"Is it? I don't feel it."

"Yes, it is very cold. Come, we can talk inside."

"About what?"

"About your suicidal tendencies."

"For the love of Celeste I am not suicidal!" Harry hissed.

The Alida just smirked.

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Lucius quarters were in the dungeons next to the Head of Slytherin's. His living room was large and elaborately decorated, but it was all tasteful, complementing everything else and, though Harry had only known him a few hours, it was so obviously Lucius.

"You like it?" Lucius asked as Harry surveyed the room. The young vampire nodded, smiling slightly.

"Do sit down. Do you want anything to drink, or a bit to eat?" The man asked, smirking as Harry's eyes glazed over, no longer able to hear the words 'drink' or 'bite' without thinking of blood. Lucius poured himself a glass of brandy and walked back across the room, conscious of Harry's eyes following his every movement.

He tied his hair back, teasing the young man whose attention was now riveted on his neck, and took a sip of brandy while watching the beautiful vampire watch him. Normally Lucius would not have risked teasing an extremely hungry vampire, but he was secure in the knowledge that Harry would not wish to harm him, even if he went temporarily insane with bloodlust, which some do.

But he wanted to see how long Harry could control himself. Lucius was going to offer Harry his blood anyway; this was just a more interesting way of doing it.

He continued sipping his brandy and watching Harry, tracing his stunning face with his eyes, letting a small glimmer of lust shine in his grey orbs. There was an answering glint burning in the green eyes that were now locked on his, and both creatures' walls came down as their power rolled through the room.

Both the Alida and the vampire were sexual creatures, and both had their own aura that crashed through the other when Harry crushed his lips against the older mans. The kiss was passionate and harsh and filled with an uncontrollable want. Their tongues battled, Lucius' forcing Harry's into submission, as Harry tangled his hands in Lucius' hair, pulling the black strip that held it together out. Then he kissed and licked his way down the older mans neck, before finally sinking his fangs into the flawless, creamy skin.

Lucius buried his hand in Harry's hair, using the other to pull him closer. He suppressed a moan as the lithe body rubbed against him like a cat, an erection rubbing against his. He barely felt the teeth that had sunken into his neck, which were drawing the blood out of him.

Harry licked the deep bite until it healed, leaving a large mark, then purred contentedly in Lucius' arms, his eyes still glazed and his mind unaware in it's ecstasy.

But slowly and surely he regained his senses, a hand still in Lucius' hair, their bodies still pressed together. "Damn it." He whispered breathlessly, clutching the Alida as his body felt ready to collapse. Lucius just laughed, seemingly not at all surprised about Harry's state.

"I don't see what's funny." Harry mumbled, to which Lucius just smiled.

"You don't understand at all do you?" The blond asked.

"Not really" Harry murmured, feeling astoundingly contented, though he didn't really know why.

"Those vampires really skipped over your education. Your sire should have told you all this." Then he swept Harry up into his arms, ignoring the vampires tired protests, and carried him into the guest bedroom.

"Well," Lucius murmured, "This is definitely going to be interesting."

A/N: I know this took ages but the next update will probably be even longer as we're moving into my mums boyfriends apartment next week and he has pay-as-you-go internet so I won't be on as much. Luckily I can still go on at my dads and this PC will be at my Nan's so it shouldn't be too long.