Forbidden Fruit

Chapter Three

Author's Note: I apologize for such a late update but everything seems to be going down a steady decline and somehow get better then worse, but on another note I am hoping to have time to write this story, so hoping for the best.

Harry's eyes were an intense green that were always something of his mother he had had. Everyone reminded him constantly that he was the spitting image of his father except for his forest green eyes. The emotions that flashed through his eyes varied within seconds, from remorse about remembering the deaths of those that he held dear, to glimmering with excitement about the most trivial of things, typically revolving around quidditch. In these memories Aro watched Harry with anticipation for when those eyes fluttered open as he began his new life. Part of him hoped that he still retained that ethereal green glow because of the power that the boy held, yet the other half knew that it would be impossibility; every vampire had red eyes for those that fed off humans or gold for those barbarians that fed off animals.

The first sign that Harry was awakening was the slight twitch of his arm before his eyes opened and Aro's hopes had been flushed. The Volturi leader found himself looking in the eyes coloured that of a vibrant crimson. Time seemed to still, in those eyes he saw the fear and the pain but most of all the hunger that consume the new-born.

As the newborns arms shifted two members of the guard flashed into the room grabbing Harry by the shoulders pinning him to the bed, sharp red eyes widened as they took in the milky consistency of their eyes and the strength in their grip. He thrashed wildly against the bed trying to wrench himself free from the binds.

Aro turned meeting the steely gaze of Casius, there was a slight pleasantry in his eyes that glazed over his normally harsh scowling features, yet as he looked upon Harry it was obvious to see where his main interest lie. Approaching the door, his hip jutted against the frame, looking upon the younger vampire with an ill hidden hatred.

"Come to welcome our new family member?" Aro asked,

Casius turned to look at him, the smile that had graced his lips thinned out to a rudimentary scowl that was always on his face, he was not one to show emotions of a positive influence. "I am not welcoming that thing into our family; he has no place between Marcus and the both of us. I will enjoy breaking him in, and only then will he join the guard."

It was without a doubt that many of the Volturi guard knew of the ruthlessness that Casius constantly brought upon them. There were few that held his respect, it was only Marcus, Aro and Jane that he held in high regards. Casius regarded Jane as something as a useful tool, a favourite item that was used to get most things done in the least amount of time but it helped that it came in the best of ways, causing pain to those he deems weaker than himself.

As Casius stood in the doorway Aro knew that Harry would become his new play thing, torturing and teasing him to the point of starvation were he would have to obey his command and his sense of freewill was stripped away and be totally reliant on Casius for commands.

Aro never touched physically without the demand of them opening their mind to him, though as his hand set upon Casius' shoulder a sharp tingle licked upon the length of his arm burning into his mind the thoughts and plans of what Casius had planned for the newborn.

It was easy to see through the feeble mind of the vampire, Casius was nothing special just another minion to follow orders. He had no special ability and for that he took his anger out on those that did. What he had planned for Harry was nothing short of animal cruelty, images flashed through his mind portraying the excitement that would envelope Casius as he looked down at the starving vampire, his lips painted with what Harry so dearly craved yet denied.

Releasing his shoulder Aro took a step back, his features set in a cold glare. "Casius you will not be teaching him, he has been placed in my care by his guardians so I will be training him." As Aro spoke he watched as Harry was forced to his knees before the elder vampire's. The look of disgust that had once marred the perfect features of the vampire was replaced with one of triumph

"I will get him to obey me, I assure you Aro he will be like every other vampire in the guard."

Dropping to his knee's Harry's body tensed as his head lifted towards the ceiling, he breathed deeply looking towards the door as one of the guards pulled forth a young girl. His body seemed to ache at that moment, his blood seemed to burn in his veins, his bones crackling under the pent up pressure of restricted movement. His mouth was flooded with saliva, his tongue slick with it as he licked his lips looking at his prize with a twisted sense of adore sparkling in his crimson gaze.

The girl had an air of nobility that seemed to grace her as she walked with long elegant strides into the room. She was sweet; she gave of this scent that was closely compared to the smell of a newly bound book fresh from the printers. It was new, it contained excitement and curiosity about its contents and he was eager to open this book and eat up its contents.

As she was forced to kneel in front of him, he took those precious few seconds to truly look at her, imperfections seemed to leap out of her face and made themselves know. Her hair had the texture of straw and colour to match though perfectly curled, lips coloured a fresh coral pink made the dryness of her lips stand out, her eyes were imperfect, to narrow and full of lost innocence. She had inhaled deeply through her narrow pointed nose taking in his scent. Her pupils had dilated, apparently conveying what that she liked what she smelt as she shifted in her position, tightening her legs, trying to smother the scent of arousal that flooded the air. She was aroused by him, it confused and disgusted him.

Turning his head Harry turned to look at Aro, Aro was taken aback; sure he had seen the hunger in every other newborn yet Harry eyes held the smallest amount of disgust. When he himself had smelt arousal from his victims, it only added oil to the flames boosting his ego that after so long he could still produce such a positive reaction.

Though he did not expect the underline of disgust as a snarl ripped through the air, Harry had broken free of his bonds and within second he had his hands on the female. Her neck bared to his gaze, Harry breathed in deeply a thick haze clouding his vision as he pulled her body flush against his own, he could feel the soft curves of her body against the sharp angles of his own, the radiating heat of her blood against his cold skin and the increasing tempo of her heart that thundered against her ribs and against his chest. Cold pale lips brushed over the skin of her neck, her skin was smooth, her pleasant fragrance smothered beneath layers of sweat, arousal and soon blood.

Crimson eyes were eclipsed as Harry opened his mouth, his teeth grating lighting over her skin causing her to shudder helplessly against him. That was all the confirmation he needed, taking a deep breath fangs pierced through layers of flesh and muscle; blood flooded his mouth seeping at the corner of his mouth but he did not care. Swallowing he felt the hunger subside, but the beast was not yet finished. Harry's grip tightened, feeling the crack of bone and the scream of pain he did not care, the veins thrummed against his fangs, he could feel the easy decline of her heart beat and the fullness of his own stomach.

A hand on shoulder and the body and the female dropped from his grasp instantly. Harry blinked stoically as he reached forth bringing the body of the girl towards him, running his fingers softly over the puncture marks. He could still feel the pulsing beat of her heart against his teeth. Turning his head, his grip tightened on the dead female looking up at the male. "Similar in so few things yet significantly different, your beauty burns so brightly that it is painful to look at. He was breathtaking as well, eyes of burning amber and hair of burnt copper."

Aro was surprised by Harry's words, even by the fact that he was speaking. The newborns body was tense, holding the girl to him tightly as a child would their favourite toy but in his eyes it was not of possession but love. In some way he loved her, not as the person she was but what he had provided for her and what he had taken from her. It was strange.

Most importantly he was given the information of what Harry's attacker looked like. It had narrowed down many of the possibilities, for one he was a vegetarian. There were few clans that would degrade themselves with the impurity of human blood and he knew them all.

Kneeling down Aro looked at Harry and then at the girl, this hesitancy that held him tightly at bay was foreign but reaching forward he gently pulled the corpse from the boys grasp and gave it to the guards for proper removal. "Harry you know she is dead, she cannot stay here any longer."

"I know, but I feel something for her, she is the first life I have ever taken voluntarily."

Falling back into his chair Aro looked at the ember flames that flickered in the dying hearth, when the body had been removed Harry had withdrawn from Aro falling into a trance like state, the only sign of life was the flicker of emotion. Everything that the boy did went against what was known of the newborn stereotype.

It was frustrating that he could not figure the boy out, Aro ha expected to be a constant influence on the boy as he made the transition, yet Harry was in a secluded room upstairs doing gods knows what.

Breathing deeply Aro looked deeply into the flickering flames waiting for what was known as a fire call. When Harry had awoken, he had sent a letter via the owl that Severus Snape had provided for him. The smouldering embers crackled with life and Aro stood looking into the hearth, jolting back he looked into the bright ember eyes of Severus Snape.

"Your kind never ceases to amaze me." Aro chuckled.

"Yes quite, this is not a social visit. How is Harry doing?"

"From what we have seen, Harry hasn't yet ha the moment to fully acknowledge that he is a vampire. I am waiting till it sinks in so we can deal with him properly."

"What do you mean?"

"He has the basic needs of a vampire, drinking blood did not seem to faze him but afterwards he was withdrawn. Harry lacks the basic instincts of a newborn vampire, his desire to feed is non-existent though drinks when he is hungry instead of the consuming need for blood, he does not fight those that he seems as a threat and he seems to be thinking on a level basis that makes me question what will happen to him."

"That boy was never normal, even now after the war he cannot relax."

"True, Severus there is no need to worry I will look after the child and keep him from harm until he is able to look after himself."

"I didn't think you were capable of human emotions, it sounds like you care."

"Just don't go spreading it around; I have a reputation to uphold. How is the werewolf?"

"Remus is simpering, making the worst of the situation. I cannot understand what he is going Remus it seems as if he has lost a child."

"What that werewolf has to understand is that Harry is not truly gone. Once he is stable in his new environment I will indeed allow you visitation right. I will not keep him from you." Aro replied. It would be to harsh for him to do that to Harry, from what he had seen in the boys mind he had little interation with anything that could be considered a parental figure in his life.

"I know. I just have to tell him that." With that the fireplace went quiet.

Harry turned to look at was now deemed as his room, his back falling roughly against the wooden door as his crimson eyes adjusted to the sparkle of colour that assaulted him. Everything was vivid, from the grains of the dark polished headboard to the smallest specks of dust that rolled across the carpet. It all seemed blinding that every item in the room seemed to stare down at him with their harsh beauty and vivid imagery.

Closing his eyes he breathed deeply, the air felt stale in his lungs, the taste of mould slathered thickly over his tongue. Disgust was written over his face as he hunched over, his hand pressed tightly over his mouth as his stomach lurched in his throat. It wasn't acidic; though it was sickening the taste of copper filled his mouth and spilled out onto the floor between his knees.

The blood pooled at his feet, sinking into the carpet and the denim of his jeans, crimson eyes had darkened to a deep maroon. His body was shivering as he leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lick away the blood painting his lips as he watched the blood congeal through the carpet, the scent was rancid yet it lulled him into a sense of comfort.

"Well it seems like the newborn cannot handle his blood." Casius smirked stepping into the room, his fingers gliding with a false sense of love through Harry's hair. As pale fingers met his neck, sharp nails dug into his skin gripping tightly around the muscles of his neck forcing the boy's face to the ground with minimal effort.

"You've spilt blood on the floor. This room was so nice before you had to taint it with the blood of that street whore." His grip tightened as he heard the violent growl that wrenched through Harry's body. "As the animal you are, it is only fitting that you clean it up."

Harry's body flexed under the vampire's grip as if to pull himself loose, yet only caused Casius' grip to tighten.

Standing up, Casius brought the heel of his boot down on Harry's shoulder, pinning him to the damp patch of blood that was drying into the fabric of the carpet. "Oh you won't be using cleaning products, you will lick it clean. Suck the fabric if you have to, I don't care."

Harry's fangs felt heavy, the taste of blood still in his mouth caused his eyes to darken in hunger. Looking down at the blood, he could still smell the scent of book faintly, lost beneath the scent of digestion that made him curl away.

As his mouth opened saliva dripped from his tongue as he was forced to lean in. A shudder ran through his body, the course fabric of the carpet scrapped over his tongue just an instant before the weight on his shoulder was removed.

Felix's hand gripped Casius' shoulder tightly pulling him off the newborn. There was remorse in his eyes as he looked upon Harry with pity but his hatred was directed at Casius. "Casius you are not meant to be in here. Aro had stated that he himself would train this newborn. No one else"

"Get your hands off me." Casius sneered, pulling himself free from the vampire. His red eyes met those of Felix's, challenging the vampire. "You do not command me, I am your superior. You follow my order's, not your own."

"Yes, I follow Aro's." Felix said nothing else, pushing past Casius to get to the boy, His arms slid around Harry's shoulders pulling him to his feet. The boy was lethargic in his arms, his head falling against his shoulder Felix dragged the boy to the door were Demetri lead him from the room.

Before leaving his hand settled against the door frame as he turned his head to look at Casius. "Just be assured Casius. You may be a leader but ultimately you are beneath Aro and I follow his orders only."

Authors Note: Okay I know this is mean but I loved Casius in this scene. When I read that he was supposed to be cruel I decided to have a little fun with him.