Unexpected Changes

Harry woke up with a jolt, when pain erupted in his back and his fingers. It felt like he was on fire. His stomach felt like he had swallowed a burning coal. When he looked down at his hands, he saw the nails growing out to what looked to be almost eight inches long. He didn't know what was happening to his back and when he reached a hand back to feel, it came back covered in blood and he decided that he didn't want to know.

Suddenly the door to his current bedroom at # 4 Privet Drive burst open to reveal a terrifying sight, Professor Snape. He didn't seem to care about the shouting of Vernon Dursley or the screaming of Petunia Dursley. He quickly walked over to Harry and held up a vial of a blue colored potion.

"Drink this. It will take away some of the pain." he said before pouring the potion down Harry's throat.

Harry swallowed. Either it was a pain-killer or a poison and as long as it would take the pain away that was all Harry wanted. So he swallowed it and almost immediately fell into a deep dreamless sleep. He was only vaguely aware of the pain and Snape's hand carefully massaging his back.


Many miles away from Privet Drive, in a mansion, another boy was also in pain. His parent's were at his side, but kept their distance because of the change. Unlike Harry, the blonde on the bed had gotten a pain-killer-potion before the transformation began. But unlike Harry, the blonde knew what would happen and Draco Malfoy was scared.


Almost at the same time, the two boys on opposite sides of the country died. The raven-haired boy lying on the bed in Privet Drive didn't mind. The pain was gone, but he was still aware of his body almost as if he was waiting for something to happen to it so he could start living again. Then it came. It burned, all through his veins it burned, like fire. His body started to struggle to get away from the pain and began scratching at his own skin with the eight inch nails to let the fire out.

Snape took him in his arms and held his hands so the nails could not hurt him any more.

"Get it out!" the raven-haired boy pleaded.

"It'll be over soon." Snape answered and started to gently rock Harry back and forth to calm him. "Go to sleep."

Harry obeyed because the pain made him tired.


For Draco it was much the same. No potion in the world could take away the pain that comes with becoming a vampire. He knew it and clenched his teeth together so he would not scream. But his mother made the mistake of touching him and when he opened his mouth to make her let go, he screamed instead.


In # 4 Privet Drive a raven-haired boy woke up in the arms of the Potions Master. His tummy hurt, it burned. He looked down at his hands and saw the nails. It wasn't a dream. Something had happened that night and he didn't know what it is was.

He got up from the bed, careful not to wake the teacher up, and walked over to the closet where full length mirror was hanging on the inside of the door. His jaw dropped when he saw himself. Big black wings were on his back, white glistening fangs were visible in his mouth and the nails!

"It's not as bad as it seems." Snape said from behind him.

Harry turned to him in surprise. The potions Master was standing right behind him. (How could he have been so quiet?) Harry thought a little confused. Snape smiled at him. (A smile from Snape!)

"Retract your nails." Snape instructed calmly.

"How?" Harry asked irritated.

""Will them away." the teacher drawled.

Harry grimaced while he concentrated. Slowly the nails retracted to normal size.

"Now, how do you feel?" the older wizard asked while examining the younger man's wings.

Harry's eyes drifted from Snape's face to his neck were his pulse was beating. His mouth watered and his teeth started to tingle. The teacher smiled at the young vampire in front of him. But before he was going to let Harry drink from him, he needed to know how he felt, so he repeated his question.

"It's burning." Harry said while he was rubbing his tummy.

Snape moved closer to the younger man and guided his head to his neck.

"Drink." he demanded.

Harry very slowly opened his mouth and let his fangs sink in to Snape's neck. He moaned when the blood filled his mouth. He heard the older man hiss but Harry wasn't sure if it was from pleasure or pain. The more blood he drank, the less his stomach seemed to burn. But after a few minutes Snape pulled him away from the incredible taste.

"You can't drink too much." Snape said with a hint of a sneer in his voice.

"Sorry." Harry muttered and stepped away.

"Now that that's out of the way, pack your things." the Professor said.

"What? Why?"

"Because, the Headmaster has decided that it's safer for you back at Hogwarts." the Potions Master informed him, suddenly back to his old self. "But first, let's take care of those fangs and wings."

Harry sighed. He assumed that it was like drawing in his nails. And he was right. The wings and fangs slowly disappeared.


On September 1st, Draco was at platform 9 3/4. Something in the air caught his attention. It was a sweet smell and it held promises of being even sweeter if smelled directly from its origin. A second later Draco heard the sound of a heartbeat. Several heartbeats actually, but this one stood out from the others. It sang. It sang a song of how sweet the blood of the owner would taste. It sang of his mate.

Draco's head snapped up and he looked around. The platform was packed with kids that were going back to or going to Hogwarts for the first time. Their were too many around for Draco to single out his mate. He would have to sniff every student in the school if he wanted to find his mate. And then there was the problem of the seduction.

Draco was fully aware of the deep shit he was in.

He had to mate with the person whose blood sang to him or he would die. Seeing that his mate was a witch or a wizard, he or she would not sense as Draco did since they had not yet mated. But after they were mated, they would share a bond that would kill the other if one died.

Draco was snapped back to reality when he was pushed from behind by a first year. He quickly apologized and got on the train. Draco just watched without saying anything. Then after a few minutes of starring in front of him and listening to the blood of his mate singing to him, he got on the train.


Harry was lying on two seats in the compartment with Ron and Hermione watching him. He was almost lulled asleep from the sound of his mate's blood, and he loved it.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Hermione asked quietly so she wouldn't disturb him too much.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Harry replied with a blissful smile.

"What's going on with you, mate?" Ron suddenly asked a bit too loud and Harry sat bolt up right on the seat.

"What do you man?" Harry asked innocently.

"You're acting all... weird!" Ron replied calmly.

The raven headed boy and redhead just looked at each other. Harry realized he would have to tell his friends what happened, so he got up and closed the door to the compartment.

"I have to tell you something." he said and suddenly got a deja vú of their third year when he had told them about Sirius Black being after him.

"What now? Has another loony escaped from Azkaban to kill you?" the redhead said with a laugh.

"No." Harry smiled at him. "But I wouldn't blame you if you never wanted to see me again after this."

"Why wouldn't we?" Hermione asked confused.

"Yeah, you're our friend!" Ron filled in.

"True, but this is different." Harry said while he sat down on the seat again.

With the door closed, the sound of his mate’s blood became faint, but was still heard, and it soothed him. It gave him strength.

"I'mavampire." he blurted out so fast that they could not hear what he had said.

"What?" his two friends asked in confusion.

"I. Am. A. Vampire." Harry said slowly like he was talking to someone very slow.

"Really?" Hermione asked excitedly. Harry just nodded.

"I don't believe you." Ron said, dead sure of himself.

Harry opened his mouth and extended his fangs like Snape had taught him over the summer. Ron gasped and Hermione was nearly ecstatic.

"If your a vampire, how come you don't turn to ash in the sun?" Ron asked after a long silence.

"Oh honestly, Ronald!" Hermione sighed. "There is more than one kind of vampire! Harry is obviously a daywalker." she said and sighed again at Ron's dazed look. "Don't you ever read?"

Ron just starred at her for a while.

"Is there anything you don't know?" ha asked after a few seconds of silence.

Hermione glared at him.

Then Ron turned back to the raven haired boy.

"You got wings as well?" he asked, excited now.

Harry smiled and nodded. Ron wanted to see them but Harry told him he had to wait 'till they were at school. He didn't want a ripped shirt and neither did he want to take the shirt off.

A group of students walked by their compartment and even though the door was closed, Harry could hear the singing of his mate's blood. He turned his head in the direction of the sound and stopped paying attention to his friends.

"What is it, Harry?" Hermione asked worried.

"He just walked by." Harry said absently.

"Who?" Ron asked surprised.

"His mate." Hermione said quietly.

"Oh." was all Ron said.


Draco turned his head toward the compartment the faint sound of his mate's blood was coming from. He saw Ron, Hermione and Harry sitting there and quickly turned his head again before anyone saw him looking at the Golden Trio.

(Why did it have to be one of them? Anyone, but a Gryffindor!) Draco thought to himself and groaned.