Sanguis Draconis

Disclaimer/Plot/Author's Note: SEE FIRST CHAPTER

Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to all the Darksiders who support my work: 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 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

Other Pairings: To be determined

Normal Speech

'Thoughts'

'Mental Speech'

/Parseltongue/

Review Answers:

Fanficnewbee: Maybe not, but sometimes, revenge is like the perfect recipe: it takes time and patience before it's ready to be savoured

Khatix: Keep reading to find out what I have planned

HorusRa: It's Luna: who says she needs change?

Gracealma: You're getting closer and closer every time you make a guess, but, trust me, I think you, and everyone else, will be more than pleasantly surprised, my friend

Chaos Snow Kitsune: Did you think I didn't think of that myself? In any case, get ready for some steam…oh, and remember, Nymphadora is a third-year in this story – same class and year as the Twins, which is how I plan on Harry getting in with them

Suddenly, a loud, shrill squeal of a squeak filled the dormitory as Harry bared his fangs and sank them deep, hard and forcefully into the rat's fat skin, flooding the vampire boy's mouth with blood, but, at the same time, causing his eyes to turn jet-black as his mind was similarly flooded, but, instead of blood, his mind was flooded with information, memories, knowledge and everything that had been known to the rat.

Or should that be…known to Peter Pettigrew?

Chapter 6: Welcome to My Nightmare

Early the next morning, Nymphadora awoke to a familiar warmth pressing against her, but, when she went to respond in a way that she hoped would please her in-bed companion, the young girl gasped when she heard low, deep, bestial growls, accompanied by an occasional shudder from the body that was pressed against her body.

She could also feel her companion's chest rise and fall with the breaths he was taking while, when Nymphadora opened her eyes, she didn't know whether or not to just go ahead and scream in absolute terror when she saw two black-sclera-filled eyes with irises that were redder than she thought red could go looking into her own eyes.

The snarling face that looked right at her was like something out of her darkest nightmares while, to Nymphadora's surprise, the lips and teeth of the face were stained red with blood, but she couldn't feel any new pains, or magic, on her neck.

And yet, at the same time, she couldn't bring herself to tear her gaze away from the eyes of the vampire-wizard that was Harry James Potter, even as she gulped before, in a voice that was so soft, only his enhanced ears would have heard her, Nymphadora addressed her companion.

"If…if you're holding back from…from hurting me because…because you think it'll mean something, don't."

"I'm not going to hurt you," growled Harry, his voice low, but snarling like a wolf and a demon brought together, even as he told her, "I am just trying to resist the urge to finish what I started late last night."

"On…on me?"

"No," said Harry, rising up before, to Nymphadora's surprise, he walked over to their wardrobe and threw it open as he growled, "On him!"

Moving to stand behind Harry, Nymphadora's eyes widened with alarm when she saw an unconscious, heavily-scarred and naked figure lying in their wardrobe, his body covered by several painful, not to mention deep and permanent-looking slash marks, as well as more than one set of bite marks on almost every limb the biter could touch.

The man had a finger missing from one hand, but the rest of them looked like they'd been broken badly, and not just at the joints, but it looked like almost like every cell of every bone and ligament in his fingers had been given a real tormenting that had left him unable to even point anymore, much less hold anything in whatever was left of his grip.

However, to Nymphadora's horror, the naked man's most-precious feature – aka his manhood, not to mention his ball sack – looked like it had actually been burned off, right down to the pelvic flesh around his waistline, leaving nothing but a blackened patch of flesh that let off a sickly, barbecue-like smell, which made Nymphadora want to empty her own bowels there and then.

As Nymphadora stared at the broken, scarred man, she saw his chest rise and fall weakly, indicating he was still alive, but unconscious.

Looking away from the horrifying sight, Nymphadora swallowed down her bile as she asked, "Who…who is he, my Lord?"

"Peter Pettigrew," replied Harry, ignoring the way Nymphadora had addressed him, though he couldn't help but notice the gasp that escaped her.

"The…the man who received a posthumous Order of Merlin for contributing to the capture of…"

"Sirius Black, my godfather," replied Harry, snarling through clenched teeth as he added, "But it's more than that: he is also the one who betrayed my human parents to Lord Voldemort, but he tried to pin it all on Sirius Black and, as if that's not bad enough, he did both of the deeds willingly, albeit with a little bargain with that grease pole Snape that was meant to make my human Mother Snape's whore!"

"Aunt Lily?"

"Yes," snarled Harry, clenching his fists tighter than they might go, even as he snarled, "It was all because of him! And now, when I have him at my mercy, I stay my hand…I let him live! Why would I do that, Nymphadora? I should rip his heart out off his chest, roast it over dragon-fire and have it with a nice Chianti and some beans! I should use his intestines as lasso ropes or bondage instruments: I should take his eyes and use them to play Gobstones, or maybe skimming stones on a piranha-infested pool!"

"He's not a little boy…he's not a little boy…he's not a little boy…he's not a little…"

"What on earth are you doing?" asked Harry, turning to face Nymphadora with a bemused, if not suspicious air about him.

"Reminding myself why and how you can be able to sound so ruthlessly-merciless and graphic with your thoughts of what you want to do," said Nymphadora, swallowing down her bile again as she told Harry, "I…I can't imagine how…how this must make you feel, my Lord, but…but think about it this way: if you kill him, the only thing you do is add more fuel to the fire that burns around Sirius' supposed guilt. However, with Pettigrew alive, Sirius has proof that he's not as bad as they all say…"

"Forgive me, Nymphadora, but you seem to have missed out on the part of the story where I'm supposed to give a shit about some wayward son of the Black Family, even if he is my godfather," argued Harry, shaking his head as he told Nymphadora, "Were Sirius exactly as bad as they all say, as in so bad that even the beautifully-merciless Madame Lestrange would bend the knee to him, I might care about what happens to him, but, since I know what sort of person he was, right down to being a real Black sheep, again, I ask you: why should I care?"

"Because…because people can change, my Lord," said Nymphadora, earning a scoff from Harry, while the girl's hair actually turned a new shade of reddish-black as she told Harry, "Sirius…he's your godfather, which means he swore he would never, could never or has ever done anything to hurt, threaten or abandon you…"

"Except hand me over to the half-giant freak with the way-too-loud voice," insisted Harry, earning a surprised look from Nymphadora while Harry nodded, "Yeah, I know all about that happening when he was supposed to honour his loyalties once before."

"But…but that doesn't make sense," insisted Nymphadora, her voice edged by a mixture of suspicion and disbelief as she told him, "In…in light of your human parents' deaths, Sirius…he immediately takes charge as your new guardian and magic-sworn protector. Even if he was as pissed off as it's humanly-possible to become, he could never just fob you off onto someone else. His oath binds him at a level that only the Unbreakable Vow could equal…to break that bond…it's…well, it's a fate worse than death."

Once again, Harry looked to Nymphadora with a mixture of curiosity and amazement as he asked, "You're certain of this?"

"Well, my Mum used to spend some nights giving me a few remedial lessons in Magical Law to help increase my chances of being an Auror after I leave Hogwarts, so…yeah, I'm pretty sure," said Nymphadora, though, as she did so, she blushed softly as she told Harry, "Of course, I…I'll only pursue that career path if you say I can, my Lord. After all, I wouldn't want to do anything that might threaten you and, given what you are, the Ministry and the Aurors would certainly be at the top of that list."

"Which is why you're going to keep up the work to do just that, Nymphadora," replied Harry, snapping his fingers, which caused the wardrobe to close again, even as the emerald-eyed boy looked back to his new vassal as he asked her, "Your Mother knows Magical Law, you say?"

"Yes."

"Can she be trusted?"

"More than any other lawyer out there…and she's also a close, personal friend of the Director of the DMLE, Amelia Bones, so…"

"Wait until tomorrow," replied Harry, earning a surprised look from Nymphadora.

"Why is that, my Lord?"

"Because it looks like I need to see a man about a dog," said Harry, looking back to the wardrobe before he smiled thinly as he looked back to a curious, but otherwise-content Nymphadora.

"And, by the way, as my own thanks for sharing this information with me, I give you full permission and freedom to never have to call me your Lord or Master ever again, my Nymphadora."

Even as Harry went to get dressed and ready for the day, he didn't even notice Nymphadora's cheeks reddening at the way he said she was his.

He also didn't notice how Nymphadora cupped her neckline, where he'd bitten her, as she thought about that same remark about being his, which she was more-than-willing to be, no matter what that meant on her part.

Mind you, even if he had noticed, he probably wouldn't have cared too much.

Draconis

After a first day that was better-off-forgotten, especially since it all began with an unnecessarily-dull and long-winded lecture, under the guise of a tour around Hogwarts from the Hufflepuff Prefects, Harry returned to his dormitory tired, annoyed, hungry, but also determined.

As he'd expected, Nymphadora was there, working on what he could only assume was some third-year work.

Without waiting for her to greet him, Harry growled under his breath as he told her, "I'm hungry."

"Have me," said Nymphadora, lifting her head to him as she told him, "I am yours, remember, Harry? So, if you're hungry, come and drink your fill, please: the last thing I want to do is deprive my growing Lord of his food."

"I thought…"

"I want to call you my Lord," said Nymphadora, moving up from her seated position as she told Harry, "In here, when it's just the two of us, I want you to treat me like the servant I am to you, Harry. Use me, berate me, punish me if you want to and, of course, feed on me when you want to, even if you don't need to. I might be older than you, but I can tell you're much more-powerful than me, so, please, if only in here, please, Harry, say you will be my Lord."

"Fine, I'm too hungry to argue," drawled Harry, crossing the floor in a single stride before he grabbed Nymphadora and pinned her to his bed.

Without waiting for any further insistence from his pet, Harry bared his fangs and sank them deep into Nymphadora's neck, earning a gasp of awe and wonder, as well as teen arousal, from the Metamorphmagus, the latter feeling of which only grew when she heard satisfying slurps, as well as content gulps, coming from Harry as he drained her blood without a care for what she thought.

After several minutes, during which Tonks felt something warm, sticky and a little embarrassing run down her legs from the arousals she was experiencing, Harry lifted himself up before, leaning down, he licked gently at Nymphadora's neck, earning a shudder from the third-year girl as she heard him whisper in her ear, "No homework tonight: go and have a bath, then straight to bed."

"What…what about my…my mark?"

"I've healed you," said Harry, lifting himself up as he told her, "Like drinking my blood can do it, so too can my saliva heal minor wounds: I just didn't do it yesterday for you because I knew you'd want to know more…either that or the vampire in me acknowledged the bond we have before the real me did that, meaning eleven-year-old me."

Here, Harry smiled wolfishly as he added, "And, by the way, if you ever feel the urge to get off after I'm done with you, don't let me stop you: just because you'd rather be my pet, it doesn't mean I won't let you enjoy yourself. Just remember what I said about boundaries and, again, remember I am an eleven-year-old wizard, so be sure to keep those thoughts between us and the walls, understand?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Good girl," said Harry, smiling as he saw Nymphadora's hair turn white, almost as though his praise lightened up her spirit, before he added, "Now, I need to leave for an hour…maybe longer; have your bath and then call it a night. I'll be sure to tuck myself in when I get back."

"As you wish."

Harry just smiled darkly before Nymphadora's eyes widened when she saw exactly how it was he left and arrived anywhere in the first place.

Namely by stepping into the shadows as though he'd opened a door.

Draconis

Sirius Black knew something was wrong, even before he opened his eyes.

One minute, he was lying on his threadbare, dirty cot, filled with Merlin-knows-what and awaiting his next visit from the Dementors and, the next thing he knew, he was standing out in the cold, thunder and lightning overhead while rain lashed at his skin.

When he did open his eyes, Sirius' eyes widened when he saw he was standing on top of Azkaban Prison, in the middle of the seemingly-permanent storm that waged war with the island and the rough seas below. Not only that; he wasn't alone up on the roof, either: there, in front of him, was a pair of very familiar emerald-green eyes that looked at him with curiosity, as well as a smug, if not cold-looking visage on the handsome face of a young boy who just snorted as he saw Sirius staring at him, looking as though he had seen a ghost.

Looking the owner of the eyes up and down, Sirius felt his teeth chattering as he gasped out, "H-H-H-Harry? Is…is…is that you, p-p-pup?"

"Good evening, Sirius Black," said Harry, looking around with a hint of mocking amusement as he drawled, "Lovely weather for ducks, isn't it?"

As Sirius tried and failed to laugh as he used to do – with such a loud bark of a laugh worthy of his Animagus form – he also saw Harry smile at him before his glare became one that could have been described as being worthy of Basilisks and worse, as he addressed Sirius again.

"Now, why don't you do me a favour and tell me, Lord Black…how much does clearing your name and being free again really mean to you?"

Chapter 6 and it looks like Harry's willing to offer an olive branch, but is it a genuine olive branch or are there thorns hidden there?

Also, with Nymphadora basically succumbing to her whims to submit to him, how will Harry handle her as his own personal changes and emotions grow more-unpredictable in due course?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: There's some unwelcome news for a certain Hogwarts resident while Harry has a message long-overdue to deliver;

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