Warnings: Slash, Total butchering (for the most part) of the Vampire Diaries story line, Total elimination (for the most part) of the Harry Potter universe. AU/AR.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or The Vampire Diaries, they belong to JK Rowling and LJ

Smith respectively. Duh.

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Bloodstream

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I:

"Can you hear me?

Will you listen?

Don't come near me, don't go missing

In the lissome light of evening,

Help me, Cosmia, I'm grieving"

-Cosmia, Joanna Newsom

Sunrise.

He was lucky to be watching it, he supposed. Most of his kind would never be allowed the simple pleasure of sitting through a sunrise. At least, not without experiencing some slight discomfort followed by a quick and excruciating death.

Perspective is always a good thing to have, the young man mused.

He was sitting on the roof of the Salvatore Boarding House, a place he hadn't been in a century. For good reason, mind you. The entire town was harboring some serious sociopathic tendencies when it came to his kind. Yet here he was, risking his continued existence and flawless complexion. And for what?

"No," he muttered, effectively cutting off that dangerous train of thought. Doubt was for weaker beings like humans or his brother.

He smirked.

The key to opening the Tomb was finally close at hand. He could feel it. It would just require a little...coaxing. And after all, what was Damon Salvatore good at if not a little coaxing? Yes, he decided, it was a good day to be undead. He would soon have everything he wanted.

Damon leapt, and a single black raven flew into the sunrise.

ooo

Several miles away, in the town of Mystic Falls, a very different young man was sitting on his bed. Harry Potter, age seventeen, had just woken up at the early hour of six in the morning. Today was the first day of the school year, and Harry was determined to get it started on the right foot.

He was sitting indian style, with an enormously fat cat in his lap and a diary askew in front of him. His jet black hair was a bird's nest, and he was wearing black framed eyeglasses. The glasses were perched on a delicate nose and covered bleary green eyes.

Dear Diary, he wrote. Today will be different. It has to be. I will smile and it will be believable. That smile will say, "I'm fine, thank you." "Yes, I feel much better." I will no longer be the sad little boy who lost his parents. I will start fresh, be someone new. It's the only way I'll make it through.

He sighed and closed the journal. It was a sturdy thing, leather bound and a dark brown color. Not the most attractive thing in the world, Harry mused, but hopefully no one would be looking at it. Harry placed the ball point pen in the book, and closed the combination lock.

"Alright now, it's time to get up!" He exclaimed, unfolding his legs and earning a distressed snuffle from the large cat between his legs. "Come on, Meow. I have to get ready for school."

Meow, short for Chairman Meow, gave a displeased warble before hopping off the bed. Really, it was less of a hop and more of a fall. The cat landed with a thud and caused a wind chime hanging from Harry's ceiling to sound off. He then sauntered out of Harry's room and into the hallway without a backwards glance. No doubt he was trying to find someplace where his sleep would not be interrupted. Harry blinked a few times at the feline's exit. "We really should consider changing his cat food."

Harry stood up and stretched to his full, albeit slightly uninspiring, height. He stood on the tips of his toes and reached for the ceiling, causing his black tank top to rise and expose a bit of milky white stomach. His torso was slender and well toned, and he had shapely limbs ending in delicate hands and feet. He thanked his slight father and delicately built mother for his small build. He exercised regularly, though, lending some wiry strength to his deceptively small frame.

He gave three knocks to the left wall of his room and waited for a signal that has twin sister was awake. This was a staple in his morning routine, because he knew that she could sleep through a hurricane, and many a morning she had caused them to be late to school. Sometime early in their high school careers, he had gotten into the habit of beating on their adjoining walls until she was awake. As the years had passed, this gradually calmed into three sharp knocks on the wall.

"I'm up..." a muffled female's voice grunted through the door. Harry allowed a small smile at the thought of Elena, undoubtedly half asleep and zombie walking her way to the closet in a desperate attempt to try to pick out an outfit for the day. The smile remained as he walked toward his shower and prepared for the day.

It was good to know that some things were always constant.

ooo

Harry came down the stairs two at a time and walked into the kitchen to be greeted by two brightly smiling men and a softly snoring cat asleep in the windowsill above the sink.

"Good morning!" One of the men chirped, smiling over a copy of the paper. He was sitting at the table, a massive quantity of food in front of him. "Grab a plate, Remus decided to cook enough food to cover the dietary needs of Quebec. We'll be eating eggs , bacon, and pancakes for the next two months."

"I can see that," Harry replied, smiling softly. He placed his bag down beside the doorway, walked into the kitchen proper, and started rifling through the cabinets to find a plate.

"Second cabinet from the left on the top," Remus supplied, still knee deep in butter and bacon grease at the stove. The slightly graying man -though he would deny it vehemently if called out- was intently frying something. His eyebrows were at an intense downward slope, and he was biting his lip.

After he grabbed a plate from the correct cabinet, Harry speared a few pieces of fruit with a fork and grabbed a couple of pancakes and a slice of bacon, eyeing Remus warily all the while.

"You'll have to forgive Remus, when he gets nervous becomes a little...tense." Sirius turned the page of his paper. "He just gets a little anxious on momentous occasions in his babies' lives." He chuckled, idly reading the comics. Sirius was an exceptionally handsome man. He was tall and strong, his long black hair curled around his shoulders, and his grey eyes twinkled with mischief and youth.

Remus flipped a piece of bacon with slightly stronger ire, the meat slapping the hot frying pan and splattering grease all about the stove. "The first day of school is very important to a teenager! The entire social order of the school for the rest of the year is decided today. First impressions are of the utmost importance."

Harry moved to the table, sitting to Sirius' right, and began eating. He was a painfully slow eater, carefully tasting and chewing before he swallowed. Previous to his parent's death, Harry had gone through most of his life in such a manner. He was always the methodical one, slow to any kind of emotion, always thinking about every possible outcome before making a decision. Since James and Lily had passed away, though, Harry was much less temperate. He was far quicker to anger, and much more assertive than before.

The kitchen was bright with sunlight streaming in through the window Chairman Meow had made into his bed. It was painted a cheery shade of pastel blue, and there were knickknacks everywhere. Sirius and Remus had a serious problem when it came to useless little figurines, from the ceramic rooster perched on the refrigerator to the lawn gnome sitting on the countertop next to the stove. There were also a few highly personal things, though they were much rarer, such as the finger painted family portrait on the freezer door courtesy of their son.

Harry was finishing his last bite of melon when his bag emitted a shrill tone. "I'm guessing that would be Bonnie. She's either almost here or she's waiting outside." He stood up from the table and placed his dish and silverware in the sink before grabbing his bag at the entry to the kitchen. He pulled his phone out of his bag and nodded his head as he checked his messages. "Yep, Bonnie's out front. Bye Sirius, bye Remus. Tell Jeremy and Elena I said to have a good morning."

"Will do. Have a great day! Why is Bonnie here so early? Elena's not planning on leaving for another hour." Sirius replied, not looking up from his paper.

"Bonnie has cheerleading practice, I agreed to go in with her early so I can finish up my summer reading while she practices." Harry explained.

"I hope you have a good day, Harry! Don't let the other boys push you around. Did you remember to take your multivitamin? Do you have a calculator? What about a jacket? Do you need a jacket? Will they serve you lunch? Should I pack you a lunch? Oh, what if you run out of paper!" Remus choked out in a panic. He was clutching his spatula to his chest, ignorant of the massive grease stain accumulating on his button down shirt.

"Moony, dear, Harry will be fine. Why don't you come over here and I'll make you a nice cup of tea, hmm? It might help calm your nerves." Sirius placated, putting his paper down and raising a brow at Remus, who was still cradling the spatula to his chest.

"My nerves are fine, Sirius Black. Do forgive me if I'm the only person concerned about Harry's future well-being."

"I'll be fine, Remus. I believe I've kept Bonnie waiting long enough. Have a good day, you two." Harry chuckled, throwing his bag over his shoulder and backing out of the kitchen. "Try not to have an aneurysm when Jeremy and Elena have to leave, Remus. Elena always forgets something, just let it happen."

With that, Harry left the kitchen and exited the house, easily spotting Bonnie's blue Prius parallel parked in front of his home. Bonnie had been Harry's closest friend since elementary school, the two having bonded over a secret love for this boy in their second grade class. Tragically enough, he moved before the year was out, and Bonnie and Harry were left to console one another.

"Good morning, Lurch. Took you long enough to bring the car around this morning." Harry quipped as he slid into the passenger sit, smiling.

"Mmm, you're so funny, Harriet. It's good to know you're feeling better today." Bonnie pulled away from the the house, glancing at Harry.

His smile diminished slightly with her statement. "Yep yep. Today will be different. It's gonna be a good day."

They spent a few minutes in relative silence, though Bonnie kept casting Harry glances out of the corner of her eyes. Harry noticed that she appeared uncharacteristically tense. Both of her hands had a very firm grip on the steering wheel, and she was sitting much more upright than normal for her.

"Is everything alright?" Harry gave her an imploring look. "You look a little anxious. I'm not upset at you for the 'feeling better' comment or anything."

"No, no. It's nothing along those lines." Bonnie bit her lip then, eyes still on the road, a nervous habit she'd had for as long as Harry had known her. "Do you believe in magic, Harry?"

A single coal black brow arched upward. Harry was a little taken aback at the sudden subject change. "Like Houdini 'I'm going to get out of this underwater coffin in a straight jacket before I die in a horrendous manner,' or like abracadabra 'She turned me into a newt,' magic?"

"The second one." She paused. "Though I suppose the first one would also qualify. Just answer the question." Bonnie's lips were pursed, her delicate face a portrait of frustration. She turned the car into the parking lot of the High School.

"Well, I don't know. I suppose it could exist...magic, that is. If every single ethnic group in every corner of the world has a variation of a belief in something, I would guess that that something would be real. Even if in reality it's not exactly how it's portrayed in myth." He had turned to look out of his window as they pulled into the school. Harry turned back to her as his face became thoughtful. "Why are you asking me this, Bonnie?"

"What would you say if I told you that I could do magic?" Bonnie asked, pulling the car into a parking space. She turned to look at Harry as she shifted the car into park.

Harry began chuckling, "What, did you turn Grams into a frog?"

His laughter ceased as he took in Bonnie's stone serious facial expression. "What would you say if I told you that Grams could do magic also?"

"Oh, wow. You're serious aren't you, Bonnie?" Harry's bright green eyes were wide behind the frames of his glasses. "Okay, well, umm. Hmm. What can you do, then?"

She maintained a dead stare at him and he found himself unable to break the contact with her. His pink tongue darted out to wet his newly dry lips.

"Bonnie?" He asked nervously, and as he asked, a pencil floated in between the two of them, immediately breaking the tense stare. "Well, slap me twice and call me a bitch," he said breathily, completely focused on the pencil.

Bonnie erupted into a fit of laughter at this, breaking Harry's concentration and causing him to smile. The pencil dropped onto the gear shift as Bonnie laughed, and Harry's expression turned to concern as her mirth died down.

"Grams let the cat out of the bag, so to speak, on my birthday. She's been teaching me since then. At the moment I can't really do a lot more than parlor tricks like what you just saw. I'm a little psychic, though. I get visions sometimes by touching people, and occasionally I just know things. Things that I don't really have any reason to know." Bonnie explained, looking away from Harry and towards the school. "You can't tell anyone. At all. Not even Elena can know about this."

"Yes, because I would classify this as a topic that didn't require secrecy at all. I was contemplating the best time to tell Hermione, you know, before or after physics class." Harry smiled, reaching over and grabbing Bonnie's hand. "It's a little odd, I'm not gonna lie, but you're still the same Bonnie you were to me an hour ago. You're just a little more...juicy."

Bonnie turned her attention back to the raven haired boy, her eyes suspiciously wet. "Thank you. I was afraid you'd freak out and not speak to me again." She blinked repeatedly, trying to rid her eyes of the moisture.

"After the summer I've had, I'm in no position to rid myself of friends. I just wish you'd have told me this earlier. Moving into Sirius' and Remus' house would have been much easier." Harry's eyebrows raised as he considered the possibilities. "Oh, yes, this could be a very good thing indeed."

Bonnie laughed, "Come on, I have cheerleading practice, remember? You get to have an hour to ogle over the football team conditioning in the gym."

"I ogle over no one. I am there for your moral support, and if I happen to get a good view of number 17 while he does pull ups from the basketball goal, so be it."

"We need to find you a man..."

ooo

Eight o'clock found Bonnie and Harry standing at Bonnie's locker, the hallways abuzz with friends being reunited after three months of summer vacation. Harry was on his phone, thumbs ablaze as he texted Elena.

"Elena and Jeremy are here. She said that Jeremy is busy working on the skeezy Weasley girl out on the lawn. What's her name? Ron's sister, at any rate." Harry flipped his phone shut with a snap. "I don't like the whole situation. That girl is into some deep shit."

"It's Jeremy's life, you can't go all Mommy Dearest on him." Bonnie replied, grabbing her physics textbook. "You aren't even his actual sibling, and he's almost an adult now. His decisions are exactly that, his."

"Even if he's making the wrong decisions?" Harry frowned. "Also, 'not actual siblings' my ass. He's been my real brother ever since he melted my Winter Princess Barbie because he said she looked cold."

"You really need to let that go. Oprah says it's unhealthy to dwell on the death of a loved one." Bonnie closed her locker and turned back to Harry, who sniffled a little.

"She was just so beautiful..." He wiped an imaginary tear from under his eye.

"Harry!" Shrieked a female voice coming from their left. Suddenly, Harry found himself subsumed in enormous brown hair. Hermione Granger, the Regina George of Mystic Falls. She was a veritable genius, but preferred to use her superpowers for social maneuvering and backhanded compliments about your cute scarf that was on clearance or how that shirt makes you look much better than the one you wore yesterday.

She was evil and must be destroyed. Harry was sure of it.

"Hello, Hermione. How was your summer?" Harry was vainly trying to collect her hair and place it on the other side of her neck, but there was simply too much. He shot Bonnie a glare as she giggled at his predicament.

"Oh, it was lovely. I haven't seen you since," her voice dropped to a stage whisper, "the funeral. How are you doing? Are you okay? Is he okay?" She turned to Bonnie dramatically, flipping her hair back onto the side that Harry's face was still pressed to her on.

"Yes, he's good. He may be suffocating in your neck at the moment, though."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Hermione immediately released Harry from her grip. "You're looking much better. Those hideous purple bags under your eyes aren't nearly as bad as they were. Your hair looks a lot less dull and flat, too."

"Yes," Harry deadpanned. "I've found that the hunched back is also going away pretty quickly. Elena! Thank God you're here!"

Elena walked up with a smile. "Yeah, I finally left Jeremy on the lawn with Ginny, don't even get me started on what was going down there. How are you doing, Hermione?"

The bushy haired brunette smiled magnanimously at Elena. "I'm wonderful, Ron and I are going out tonight!"

Elena's eye twitched at the mention of her ex-boyfriend. She had no remaining feelings for her childhood friend, but the blatant snub at her was a little offensive. "I'm very happy for the two of you," Elena replied, her pretty face twisted into a tight smile. "Shouldn't we get to class now, guys?" She looked pointedly at Bonnie and Harry. Bonnie had an arm wrapped around Harry, who was eyeing Hermione as if she was a large roach.

"Yes! We wouldn't want to be late. Bye, Hermione!" Bonnie then turned Harry around and the three of them began walking to physics class. They made it about three steps before Elena came to an abrupt halt.

"Oh, my," she breathed out. "Who is that?"

The boy in question was walking into the main office. Elena was the only one who caught the strong jawbone, perfect complexion, and deeply set brooding eyes as he turned into the office.

"All I see is back," Harry complained.

"It's a hot back," Bonnie supplied.

"I'm guessing he's a transfer student. He's too hot to be a freshman. God, I hope he's not a freshman," Elena scowled as the thought went through her mind. "That would be so sad."

"I'm sensing Seattle." Bonnie raised a finely arched eyebrow at the boy's back. "He plays the guitar."

Harry cut his eyes up at his best friend, giving her a dead stare. As Elena sighed and made to continue walking to class, Harry idled back with Bonnie. "You're going to run this thing into the ground, huh?"

"Maybe," Bonnie replied in an amused tone. She smiled and sped up to catch up to Elena. Harry continued his lazy pace, waving on occasion at acquaintances that passed him. His eyes narrowed as he spotted Ginny and Jeremy, and as Jeremy split off from Ginny into the boy's bathroom, Harry ducked in after him.

"Jeremy!" Harry barked into the thankfully empty restroom, looking to confront his adoptive brother. The overly handsome boy's head appeared from behind a stall door.

"Harry? What the hell do you want?" Jeremy asked, clearly confused. "Wait, hold on a minute." His head disappeared into the stall. A flush sounded in the bathroom and Jeremy reappeared, mildly flustered by Harry's readily apparent anger. "What's going on?"

"What are you doing with that girl?" Harry lit into Jeremy. "She's bad news. She's just leading you on for sex and who knows what else. Ron let all of her business out to air when he was still with Elena, and Jeremy, this is not going to end well for you. She's using you."

"What the hell do you know, Harry? She's just got a lot going on. We're good for each other." Jeremy gave Harry a scathing glare.

"Oh, really Jeremy? Good for one another? Really? I must have been mistaken then, because I was under the impression that she's dating Tyler Lockwood again. Yes, yes, I guess I was completely wrong in assuming the worst about her relationship with you because of her need to be in an abusive relationship with the mayor's son, who is totally ashamed of her."

"Stop being such an asshole, Harry!" Jeremy shouted at the smaller boy. "Just because you don't have any form of a love life doesn't give you the right to rip other people's apart."

"Whatever, Jeremy. Do what you want.'" Harry's face was flushed with anger and he had advanced so he was practically nose-to-chest with his younger brother. He sighed and visibly deflated a little. "I just don't want you to get hurt."

"Yeah, that whole ambush people in a bathroom and yell them into submission thing you've got going on is very caring." Jeremy was still glaring, looking down at Harry. "I'm outta here." He pushed past the smaller boy and nearly knocked over a guy coming in the restroom as he was leaving.

Harry squeezed his eyes closed and clenched his fists at his sides. "Ugh...dammit!" As Harry shouted, a sink behind him dropped, the porcelain shattering as it hit the ground and a fountain of water erupting from where the sink had been. Harry turned around quickly, shellshocked by the sink's sudden explosion.

He turned to leave the bathroom and ran into the transfer student, who had been standing behind him. He made the mistake of making eye contact with the boy as he stumbled backward. The other boy's green eyes pierced through Harry, leaving him paralyzed. Harry stood in awe of the boy until water from the impromptu water fountain hit the bottom of his jeans, startling out of his reverie. They shuffled awkwardly around one another for a second, Harry trying not to stare at the boy's mesmerizing eyes or statue-perfect skin.

"Ah, sorry," Harry finally squeaked out as he managed to slip around the larger boy. "I'm just gonna go tell someone about this." He was backing out of the bathroom, facing the new boy. "How weird, yeah? I didn't really know that sinks could spontaneously combust."

He darted into the hallway as soon as his back hit the door, desperate to escape.

ooo

Harry had kept his bathroom encounter with Jeremy, the sink, and the new kid to himself when he'd rejoined Elena and Bonnie in physics. The rest of his morning was mild, though lunch had tested his patience. Harry estimated that at least twice the population of Venezuela had asked him if he was okay or leveled him with a pitying stare that he was getting all too accustomed to.

Also, Hermione had informed him that the new boy's name was Stefan Salvatore, he was a military brat who had lived in Mystic Falls as a child, he's a Gemini, and his favorite color was blue. Harry had idly informed her that she would have a future at TMZ should she ever look into it.

After lunch, with a worn temper and full stomach, Harry wandered into his history classroom with Bonnie in tow, only to find new boy -Stefan, Harry mentally corrected- already seated in the back of the room. Harry took a seat as Dr. Binns launched into his fascinating speech regarding colonial America.

Fascinating, indeed.

Shortly into the lecture, Harry could feel the hairs on the back of his neck rise. He knew someone in the room was boring holes into the back of his head, and was pretty sure he knew who. The vast majority of the class was firmly asleep, leaving only about five people in the whole room conscious. What he didn't know, however, was that his bag had started to float above the floor ever so slightly in his discomfort. Bonnie noticed this, saw Salvatore's focus on Harry, and frantically sent the black haired boy a text message.

Harry started as his bag vibrated shortly against his leg, causing it to drop to the floor, and pulled his phone out to discretely read Bonnie's message.

The new boy is staring at you like a thick, juicy steak. -B

Harry smiled slightly and replied before he put his phone back in his bag to keep Binns from catching him. He settled back into his seat and made it a point to focus more on the lecture than his discomfort.

ooo

The rest of the day proved uneventful, more piteous glances, more obligatory queries about his well being, and more uninspired answers on his part.

After school, Bonnie dropped Harry off at his house, and Harry took his and Elena's shared car to the cemetery his parents were buried in.

He walked through the unseasonable chill, pulling his light black jacket tighter on himself and putting his hood on. His messenger bag was slung on his shoulder and he was still wearing his tightly fitted dark jeans and red t-shirt from school, though with a jacket now.

The graveyard was rather picturesque, as much as a place where corpses reside can be, Harry mused. There was a man-made lake, the whole complex had been built on rolling green hills, and there were plenty of trees. The afternoon had become overcast, and there was a relatively strong breeze.

Harry stopped at two relatively new headstones, fresh flowers still on the plots.

"Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad." Harry whispered, sitting back on his haunches in front of the stones. I thought I would come visit today, since it was the first day of school. I promised myself that it would be different today. Easier. It wasn't. I made it through without running back home and jumping into bed, though. I suppose that's a good thing. I love you two."

He pulled his diary out of the messenger bag, sat on the ground by the headstones, and began to write.

Dear Diary,

I made it through the day. I must have said "I'm fine, thanks," at least thirty seven times. I didn't mean it once, and no one noticed. When someone asks how are you, they really don't want an answer.

He looked up and gave a shout as he fell back. A bird had taken up residence on his mother's headstone, and crowed at Harry as he looked up, startling him into falling and dropping his diary. Harry pulled himself up rather ungracefully, and chucked ruefully at himself.

"Well hello, there." Harry readjusted his glasses on his nose, the sleek black frames having been knocked crooked in his fall. "You gave me a bit of a scare, Mr. Raven."

He tilted his head, examining the bird. Larger than a normal crow, the bird somehow managed to carry an air of arrogance. It was perched on the stone regally, as if deigning to grant Harry his presence.

Harry shook his head at himself, "You've finally lost it, Harry. Birds can not have superiority complexes. They have no thought processes aside from surviving and procreating."

The bird then squawked at Harry indignantly and flapped its wings at the boy.

"Ruffled your feathers, have I?" The slight teen chuckled at his pun. "You are a majestic crow, though, sir." Harry smiled, trying to placate his new avian friend. The bird gave a quiet caw of approval at Harry's apology and preened itself, causing the boy to laugh again.

Harry looked around to see that twilight had begun to fall and a deep fog was setting in on the cemetery. Harry hmm-ed aloud and stood up, brushing the debris off of his jeans. "I suppose I have to leave you now. Watch over my parents, hmm? Goodbye."

The boy picked his bag up from the ground, slid it onto his shoulder, and began making his way back towards the parking lot at the head of the cemetery. He was taking in his surroundings as he walked, not looking where he was going, and tripped on a rock.

Harry cried out, scraping his knee on the sidewalk and knocking his glasses off as he hit the ground heavily. "Shit," he hissed as he sat up.

"Are you alright?" A man asked from down the sidewalk.

Harry looked up to see a young man hurrying towards him. He was tall and had broad shoulders as far as Harry could tell. Between the fog, dimming light, and his lack of eyewear, the stranger could very well be Danny Devito's twin brother, though, for all Harry could see.

The stranger kneeled next to Harry and handed him his glasses. His features came into focus, and Harry was taken aback by the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. A pair of icy blue eyes were set under highly arched eyebrows, his hair was very dark, artfully mussed, and swept across his forehead. Harry was pretty sure that the Pope himself would consider the young man's full lips a sin of the highest order.

"If I said no, would you give me mouth to mouth?" Harry asked, slack jawed at the gorgeous man kneeling mere inches away from him. A deep flush came over Harry's face as he realized what his hormone-addled response had been. Mortification overtook him. The man merely laughed darkly in response.

"I mean, yes! I'm fine! I just took a little spill, and back there, there was this bird. It was all very Hitchcock for a second. The bird turned out to be pretty cool, though. A little touchy, but he was decent." The blush remained on Harry's skin as he rambled.

"I'm Damon Salvatore," The taller man introduced himself. He looked the smaller youth up and down, perusing the slim torso and legs before bringing his eyes to meet stunned green ones. "And if you ever find yourself in need, or just having a slow day, I would be more than happy to give you mouth to mouth."

"Hi," Harry smiled with no small amount of chagrin. "I'm Harry, it's nice to meet you." He gave a slight shiver as the chill started to seep through his jacket. Harry looked about and saw that night was almost upon them, the Sun mostly down.

"I suppose I should be on my way now," Harry said. He allowed the larger man to pull him up to standing. He was eye level with Damon's collar bone. Harry's hand lingered in blue eyed man's significantly larger one.

"In that case, good night Harry. I'll be seeing you around." With that, Damon nodded his head at the smaller youth and, dragging his hand away at length, let go and continued down the sidewalk away from Harry.

"Damn," Harry whispered. He smiled softly and looked down at his left hand. A loud caw from a tree nearby broke him from his reverie. He looked into it to see his crow friend sitting there watching him. Harry smiled brightly at the bird.

"Alright, alright, I'm going!" Harry cried at the raven, which crowed loudly in response and hopped so it was facing the parking lot.

"You're so pushy. I don't know if this relationship is going to make it in the long run. I'm feeling suffocated already."

Harry smiled the whole way back to his car.

ooo

A/n: Whoa, that was way longer than I expected. Please don't tell me that certain things didn't happen in the series how they're happening in the chapter. I'm aware of that. As it says in the author's note, I'm pretty much making confetti out of canon events and re-ordering, eliminating, or completely changing them to fit my whims.

I'm kinda just picking and choosing what I like best out of book canon and tv series canon, and then smashing it together with a little Harry Potter. Just go with it and enjoy the ride.

Read and review please, this is my first foray into fanfiction.

: )