Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or locations. They belong to J.K. Rowling. I ain't makin any money off of it either.

10/2/07

Chapter 1

Pure bliss, it was all he knew and all he desired to feel. As his partner slide a long nail down his side he couldn't suppress his gasp. It was intoxicating! The smell, the feeling, the pain. He wanted more. His mind ceased to think as his neck was swallowed by his new lover. Soon enough he succumbed to the warm darkness.

Harry awoke to the suns rays beating down on his face. He groggily sat up and rubbed his eyes clean of sleep. For a brief moment he could not remember where he was. When he finally opened his eyes and took in his surroundings the familiar red and gold of his dormitory greeted him. It was mid-November, but it felt like just yesterday that he had left the Durselys home. With a sigh you swung his legs over his bed, placing his feet on the cool floor. He glanced over at his side table clock. If he hadn't have remembered it was a Saturday he would have freaked. It was well past noon. He wondered why his friends hadn't bothered to awake him.

With no further thought he reached for his glasses and made his way to the bathroom he shared with the other boys. Turning on the tap in one of the showers, he locked to door and preceded to ride himself of his over-sized pajamas. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

'Why does it seem that every day it gets harder for me to look at myself?' Harry wondered.

He moved slowly toward the mirror. He looked like a walking skeleton. His face was sunken from the long summers of malnutrition, and his eyes didn't exactly help either. They were ringed in dark blue, a result of his sleepless nights. Nothing new to him. But today there seemed to be something off. Glancing at his neck he saw what was bothering him. There in the crock of his neck were two little marks. Bite marks.

Thinking nothing of it, Harry climbed into the shower. He couldn't take much longer, for he had a detention with Snape at 3.

It was happening again. These strange dreams of an unseen pleasure. But this night it seemed more clear. The usual feelings of bliss pushed forward but with it came a voice, a face. Harry lay prone on the forest floor, his kidnapper spread over him. He was more aware of what was happening to him, and it frightened him, but he couldn't bring himself to stop it. The being's hair cascaded around him like a clock of black, sharp blue eyes burrowing holes into his own. A sharp nip to his collar bone brought him to his senses.

"Who are you?" he gasped, unable to say anymore.

The being stopped and slowly pushed himself off of Harry's chest, nestling onto his lap. In the glint of the moon he could see the creature smile, sharp teeth glowing.

"You are a powerful one aren't you Harry, not many are able to throw off the seduction of a vampire as I." he admired.

"Vampire!?" Harry whispered in shock. It couldn't be! But yet it all made sense.

"Yes love, a vampire. Don't not fear me though, I won't harm you. I can't."He smiled reassuringly, at least, as reassuringly as a vampire can smile.

"What do you mean? Who are you? What do you want with me?!" Harry seemed to have finally found his full voice. He wasn't about to get himself killed by a bloody vampire. He had a Dark Lord to destroy!

The creature jumped off of Harry as he flayed his arms. In one swift motion he grasped Harry around the shoulders and pushed him into a near by tree. Calming sensations spread though his body as the vampire pressed harder.

In a soothing voice he silenced Harry with a soft 'shhhh'

"Stay calm my love. I will not hurt you. You are my mate dear one, my counter part. Without one the other shall die. Silence mi amor. I only wish to protect you. Now, I will let you go if you promise not to run. Promise me Harry?"

Harry nodded. The vampire let him go, seating himself a tree away. He had full confidence in his mate. Harry did not sit down, but instead chose to stand at stare at the fascinating creature across from him. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. This man had to have been no older than 20. His face was soft and pleasant, no hint that he was as dark a beast as he claimed. His hair was long, far too long, and blended in with the blackness of the surrounding forest. And those eyes, they were hard , yet held all the emotion in the world. He looked as if he had lived far longer than his body portrayed.

Curious as to who this vampire was, and if his claims of being his mate were true, he cautiously stepped toward the man. As he made his way closer, the eyes following his every move, a sensation of excitement crept up his spine. This meeting would could only lead to one thing, and that was trouble, his favorite.