Disclaimer: I dont own this story. It was a challenge issued by Crazy Hamster with a Mallet. So I give him credit for coming up with the concept and idea of this story.

Chapter one: Betrayal

Harry was angry, no that was an understatement, he was beyond that, if the things shaking in his bedroom wear anything to go by. Now, most people would be alarmed if things start to rattle and break when a person got angry. However, Harry wasn't a normal person, he was a wizard, and an extremely powerful one at that.

He was sat in his dingy little bedroom, at Number four, Privet Drive, or, as he liked to call it, his personal slice of Hell. In his hands was the reason he was so angry. It was a crumpled piece of parchment that his owl Hedwig had flown in with about ten minutes ago. Harry had been startled; he had received no letters from his, 'friends', since he had returned from his fifth year at Hogwarts.

The letter had not been in an envelope and was clutched tightly in Hedwig's talons. Harry had got up of his bed, where he had spent most of the Summer that had already past, laying, his mind drifting back to the battle at the Department of Mysteries. Replaying over and over again his god father falling through the Veil of Death.

What he had read in the note had boiled his blood, made him see red, made him want to kill everything that was near him. His hands shaking from barely suppressed anger, he reread the letter for what seemed like the millionth time.

Dear Ron,

I agree with you, it feels good that we're starting to get recognition for looking after that spoiled brat Potter. I mean, it was hard to be near the ignorant brat this year, and he his getting to reckless, he could have got us killed along with Sirius if we haven't been getting training from the Order, that is.

I'm also glad that Dumbledore has given us a pay rise, its not like Potter was using that money anyway. It's disgusting really, with all the money that he has, I would at least have thought that he would have bought some decent clothes, not that the ones that he wears now don't suit him. I suppose that he still wears them to get more attention.

I know what your saying, and I'm happy that I'm going out with you as well. I think that we should put a Love Potion in potters drink, if Ginny wants him as her payment, like she told me. I don't know why she wants him though, but I suppose your theory is correct, being the wife of The Boy Who Lived would make you famous.

Hope I'll see you soon,

Love,

Hermione.

Harry crunched the letter in his fist, his magic swelling about him. he couldn't believe it, Hermione and Ron, his best friends since the start of his time at Hogwarts, betraying him. That raised some pretty big points in Harry's mind.

Firstly, how long have they been spying on him for Dumbledore? Where they ever his friends? Harry didn't think so, now that he thought about it, everything seemed a little to convenient. The Weasley's going through the gateway to Platform 9 ¾ at the same time as him, talking loudly about Muggles, that could be put down to simple luck, but them Hermione, coming into his compartment, sprouting off about her knowing all about him for books, a bit convenient again, seeing as all the books that he was in, had nothing at all to do with Hogwarts.

And even before them, Hagrid telling him about how almost every witch and wizard in Slytherin went bad. Closing his mind off to even the possibility off him being in Slytherin.

It was then that Harry realised that Dumbledore was behind everything, that he had been playing Harry from the second that he dropped him off at the Dursley.s all those years ago. That everything he had done, his very personality, had been moulded by Dumbledore.s manipulations. He wanted out, and out now.

The thought of just up and leaving came to his mind, but it was quickly forgotten, when their was a blinding flash of light from outside his window, Harry jumped up, and ran over to the window, carefully peering outside. He didn't like what he saw.

People in black robes were stood in a circle, just outside the wards that protected Number Four. For some reason, the sight of them felt strangely familiar to Harry, he didn.t think that they were Death Eaters, from the lack of white masks that they usually wore, even though they looked fierce, Harry wasn't afraid. He barely had time to ponder this as one of the figure stepped forwards, and placed a hand on the wards, they became visible when they touched them. The newly visible wards blocked Harry's view of the dark figures, but that was short lived, as Harry saw the wards starting to crack, then with a sonic boom, broke completely. The figures suddenly disappeared . .

Harry had no clue what wa going on as he stood there. Acting on pure instinct he ran downstairs and out of the front door. As he stood on the porch surveying the area he caught a glimpse of the figures down the street standing there as if waiting for him. He took off down the street in pursuit of these mysterious figure, as he neared them their heads swiveled around in his direction watching him closely.

Harry now stood before the figure garbbed in dark blood red cloaks. "Who are you? Why are you here?" He fired off in rapid succession. As harry waited for them to answer he took the chance to look over them. A man to his right appear to be 6'2 with a broad and lean build, though he could not see his face his eyes seemed to give off a faint read gleam. The skin of his hand was pale beyond words and gave a faint glow. The others in the group were the same except one figure which was much shorter then the others.

The man to the left of him was slightly shorter only about 5'11 in stature. He had more of a bulky and muscular build to him though his skin was just as plae as the tohers. One of the main differences harry spotted was that his eyes didn't seem to have the same red bloodlust gleam the other had, his very presence seemed to raidiate a cool, calm, and powereful demanor.

Now the figure he guessed had to of been the woman was in the middle and the shortest of the all, only standing at about 5'6 in hieght. He couldn't exactly tell what her body build was because the cloak hid it far to well. The power that seemed to radiate from her was greater then the others, which would be why it seemed she was the leader of this infamous group.

A hypnotizing woman's voice spoke up from the group. "We are here for you. Our names as of now are of no importance ,but what I am here to do is offer you a way to escape it all. We have been watching you for a while now and we can see that you have been lied to all your life, If you come with us we will take you away from this life of lies as well help you settle your financial issue. " she said waiting for him to think it over.

"How do you know this?" he wondered how they came about this information in he himself didn't know. It never really occurred to him that their betrayal could run so deep, but the more he though about it the more sense it had seemed to make. From the first moment he met the Weasley family. The only ones he had any doubts on were the elder brothers of the family Bill, Fred, Geogre, and Charlie respectively.

"As I've said we have been watching you for a while now. Albus Dumbledore has been lying to you for years now, I am willing to bet he hasn't told you of your ancestral vaults which should have come into you possession on you 17th birthday but due to the fact that your the last remaining heir you should come into possession of them on your 16 birthday which is soon if im not mistaken." She watched his face as it turned from shock to anger.

"I swear the old bastard has been manipulating me from the start.. So if I go with you what will happen to me? Better yet what is it that you want with or from me.?" he asked wandering what there true reasoning was for wanting him to go with them. He knew that if he stayed he would continue to get screwed over those he had once thought of as friends and family. But if he went he would be free and hopefully he would gain new friends and new life.

"Well for one we will train you in hand-to-hand combat as well as weaponry, We will teach you the magic's of the mind.Along with that we will train you until you go back to school in your kinds magic, But along with that we will teach you some of the more obscure branches such as enchanting, and the dark arts. Don't let the name fool you, just because its named the dark arts doesn't mean it is necessarily bad. Its all based upon intent and purposem, along with this we will teach you sielent casting and blood magic. We want you to come with us because of a prophecy that was made about a man who would rise amongst our clan and claim his seat as ruler of the clan. But I won't go into specifics right as someone could over hear. We believe its you because all signs point to you being him, But we must hurry the manipulative old man is on he way because we shattered the wards. So I am asking you now to come with us." the shortest figure in the group spoke looking around at the others.

Harry stood there dumbfounded at the amount of information he was just giving. As he though about it and weighed the pros and cons of going with them he finally spoke up after a few minutes of debating with himself. "Alright I'll go with you."

"Alright then grab ahold of my hand and hold on this may feel abit weird. We are about to bloodport." She said as everything seemed fade from view. He felt like his body had dissolved into a liquid the flowed through a small tube traveling from one spot to another. As the sensation left his body he look around as he now stood before a magnificent mansion. "Welcome Harry to the House of Malkavian home of the Malkavian vampire clan." with that said harry looked up at the mansion or as he will come to think of it home.