Chapter 1

It was a very dark and warm night at Number 4, Privet Drive. It was relatively quiet, save for the slam of a door as a boy walked out of the house.

Harry Potter stalked away from the house, fuming mad. His uncle had gone off again, and he had done the same. Now he was going out to cool off and get his head together.

He walked until he reached the park and sat down on the swings. Slowly swinging back and forth a little, he felt a lot better. He sighed and leaned back on the swings and thought of his friends back at Hogwarts. He thought of the four short weeks until he could go back to his real home.

Harry sat up and looked at his watch. It was now 9:28. He needed to get back now before the Dursleys locked him out again. He got up to go when the air suddenly plunged in temperature. He froze and looked around, wishing he had his wand. There was no sound, but Harry could sense that someone—or something—was there. He looked around more, but still found nothing.

It couldn’t be a Dementor; if it was, he would feel like the life was draining out of him. In a way, it felt worse.

Suddenly, Harry was knocked to the ground. Crying out in surprise and pain, he felt something holding him down to ground. He looked up and saw a pair of glowing red eyes staring down hungrily at him. The person grinned and Harry caught a glimpse of very sharp fangs. It took Harry a moment to realize that he was staring a vampire in the face.

“Leave me alone!” he yelled, trying to get away. The vampire just held him there with his inhuman strength and leaned forward to his neck. Harry felt the sharp fangs penetrate his flesh and then nothing as his vision faded into black.

Harry woke up to voices in his head. They were familiar, yet sounded so strange. He moved to get up and felt pain jolt through his body. He cried out and the voices stopped.

“Harry? Harry, are you awake?”

Harry groaned and nodded. He gasped in pain when a sharp jolt ran in his neck like it had been broken. He opened his eyes, but immediately closed them again.

“Too bright…” he muttered, clenching his eyes shut tight. He heard someone say with a confused tone that the lights were on low. After that there was a very heavy silence.

“What happened?” Harry asked, careful not to move his head. He heard a click, and his eyes felt better. He opened them, and could see perfectly. He looked up and saw a few familiar faces; Dumbledore, Snape, Lupin, and Hagrid. There was also another wizard that Harry didn’t recognize, probably a doctor.

The doctor looked at him queerly. “Harry, what I am about to do may hurt, but try to contain your reaction as much as you can, okay?”

Harry pulled off a confused look. “What do you mean-?” He was cut off when the doctor pressed two fingers to his neck.

Harry gave a strangled shriek and grabbed his hand like a reflex. Everyone could hear the bones crack as he tightened his grip.

“Potter! Let him go!” Snape said, holding onto Harry’s arm. Harry was suddenly aware of what he was doing and let go of the doctor’s hand. The doctor didn’t seem to be too surprised, but he did look hurt.

“W-what the hell was that?” Harry said, covering his neck with his hand. He really didn’t know why he was so angry, but damn, that fucking hurt!

The doctor pointed his wand at his hand and muttered a few words. His hand looked alright after the spell, and he turned back to Harry.

“It was the mark on you throat, Mr. Potter, that caused that pain,” he said simply. “The bite has yet to heal, and until it does, you most likely wont want anyone near you.”

Harry stared at him like he was crazy. “What are you talking about? What’s going on that you’re not telling me?” He looked around at everyone pleadingly. Hagrid, Lupin, and Snape looked away uncomfortably. Only Dumbledore and the doctor looked Harry in the eyes.

“Harry, what is the last thing you remember?” Dumbledore said softly. Harry thought for a moment, then was suddenly hit with the memory of the vampire. He remembered being pinned down. He remembered those red eyes and sharp fangs. He remembered the creature slowly leaning in for the kill…

Harry covered his face with his hands as he tried to block out the memory. “I…I was attacked,” he said, shivering. Dumbledore put a hand on Harry’s shoulder.

A sudden jerk ran through him, and he felt a sudden urge to attack Dumbledore and everyone around him. The doctor gently pulled Dumbledore back and shook his head a little.

Lupin stepped forward and cleared his throat. Harry looked up at him and shook off another jerk. The doctor seemed to understand something and turned away for a moment. He fiddled around with something, and turned back to Harry a glass with something in his hands.

“Drink this; it will help you feel better.”

Harry took it, but not without noticing that Hagrid and Snape were looking sick and Lupin looked like he were about to cry. Harry looked at them for a moment before putting the glass up to his lips and drinking it. A warm, wonderful feeling ran through him, and he just couldn’t stop drinking it.

He finished the glass in just one shot. It tasted familiar, but nothing like he had ever tasted at the same time. He held the glass in his hand as he looked at the people again. Hagrid now looked on the verge of emptying the contents of his stomach and Snape was grimacing.

“What?” Harry said, absentmindedly licking the remains of the drink off his lips. Lupin shuddered and gripped the side of the bed tightly.

“Do you just want me to put it out point blank?” he asked looking at the doctor. The doctor nodded. Harry nodded, too. Before Lupin even opened his mouth, Harry heard the voices in his head again.

‘Vampire…Harry, I’m sorry…you…a vampire…’

“I’m…a vampire…” It wasn’t a question. Everyone stared at him in surprise (sans for the doctor). The doctor and the others nodded. Harry looked at the cup in his hands and saw then and there that there was still thick red liquid in the cup.

And it stank of blood.

Harry threw the cup across the room with a shriek and heard it shatter somewhere before burying his face in his hands again. Now he knew why it hurt him to see in even dim lighting. Now he knew why he had hurt the doctor so much. And now he knew why he couldn’t stop drinking the sweet life juice known as blood.

The doctor had shooed the others out of the room to work with Harry a little more. When they were gone, he turned back to Harry and saw that he was looking at the broken glass and little splatters of blood on the ground.

“Harry? I need to speak with you about your condition.”

“What’s there to say? I’m a vampire now,” Harry muttered, still looking at the shattered glass on the floor. The doctor shook his head.

“Harry, I know you think your life has come to an end; believe me when I say I do. But the thing is, I can help you regain some of your life back.”

Harry looked up at him. “What?”

The doctor nodded. “Yes. I have been speaking to Dumbledore, and he is going to pull a few strings to get you to finish your final year of school. Severes is going to give you a weekly potion recipe I gave him to help you sate your bloodlust.

“However, also, each week, you will attend a sort of seminar to help you adjust to your new life. And you must refrain from telling your fellow classmates about you being a vampire. We cannot have an uproar at Hogwarts.”

Harry nodded, then another question popped into his head. “Sir, um…what about daylight…?” The doctor smiled.

“It will all be explained at your first seminar meeting tomorrow. You just try to get some sleep now. I will inform your friends that you are okay.”

Harry nodded again and laid down on the bed.

When Harry woke up, he found that no one was in the room with him. He sighed and out of sheer habit, looked at the table for his glasses. He then realized that he could see perfectly without them. Instead of the glasses he didn’t need, he found a note next to a cup of deep crimson liquid.

Harry picked up the note first.

Harry Potter-

Dumbledore and your professors are at a meeting with the Ministry of Magic and will not return in time to escort you to your seminar, so therefore I shall take you. Drink the blood for your health’s sake, if not for anything else. I will arrive shortly to take you to the seminar.

Dr. Yatsott

Harry stared at the letter before setting it down and looking at the blood. Just staring at it made him drool with hunger. Harry got himself together and grabbed the glass and chugged it down eagerly. It was empty in a matter of seconds.

Just as he was getting out of bed, Dr. Yatsott came into the room and smiled at Harry.

“Good to see you are up,” he said. He looked at the empty cup. “And also good to see that you have taken your nourishment. Even as a newly born vampire, your new body needs blood just as much as an older vampire.”

Harry stared at the doctor, questioning the man’s mentality. Sure, he seemed nice enough…but there was just something weird about him.

“How do you know so much about vampires?” Harry asked before he could stop himself. The doctor turned around and smiled at him.

“Well, I am a sort of…vampire pediatrician, if you will. I look after these strange cases, and I am also entitled to look after you for the next fifty years or so. Been doing it for the past 278 years now…”

Harry gawked at him. The man didn’t look older than thirty. Dr. Yatsott noticed and grinned at him. It was then that Harry noticed a pair of smallish fangs.

“…And, it also helps that I am myself a vampire.”