Dudley smirked as he watched his cousin fall to the muddy ground, he was looking at Harry wand spinning it over in his hand "I guess you can't do much if I have it." He grinned as he placed his chubby fingers on each end. Green eyes looked up at the fat teen and sighed

"You do this all the time, just get on with it." Harry told him, this was not what the spoiled boy wanted to hear so he booted Harry in the stomach before snapping the wand in half.

The dark haired teen was curled up groaning at the pain that was spreading from his stomach to the rest of his body, Harry hated that his brain told him he had to feel pain or he had to feel something to let him know he was alive. Dudley kicked him again this time in the jaw making Harry cry out before the large teen stopped and sneered at him "If you're such a great freak how come you can't heal yourself?" He spat, the dark haired boy started to laugh as he pushed himself up onto his wobbly feet and looked at him

"You are such a thick head prick Dudley once you leave the safety of the nest you will be eaten alive." Dudley just looked at him like he was ready to punch him again "Oh by the way I don't need a wand to hex you, I'm just not allowed to do it but it doesn't mean I won't."

"Y…You will be kicked out of your freakish school!"

"Will I? Like I give two flying monkeys!" He hissed as he flicked his hand out and it had Dudley running from him quicker than he could spit out the blood from his mouth. "As I said thick headed prick." He muttered as he turned and limped away.

A lot had changed over the last couple of years and Harry found he no longer cared about Voldemort or this war. Seeing Cedric die was one of the worst things he had seen and his mind had a hard time handling it. Every time he closed his eyes he saw those life eyes bore in to him and it was enough to make him sick, it was bad enough that his Uncle and Aunt fed him very little but now he couldn't even stomach the idea of anything in his stomach. Then there was his Godfather seeing him die almost broke him. He could remember standing over Bellatrix as she goad him but in his dreams he dreamt he pulled her part with Sirius whispering to him 'Good boy my son, that's it make her suffer.' It was also another reason why he won't eat because the thought of killing some makes him sick.

Harry groaned as he spat out more blood it was getting dark and the teen knew he had nowhere else to go until whoever was on guard that night comes to check up on him. Harry sighed as he walked up to the park that was on the edge of the small street. Taking a step into the small children's park when he looked up and saw a tall man in the park.

There wasn't something right about this man, he stood so still like he was make of stone and Harry could feel the odd power radiating of him. The dark haired teen swallowed as he took a step back …I wished I had my wand… he thought, but he didn't because his cousin had snapped it in half. The man stood there looking right at Harry eyeing him up and down like a wolf eyeing up a deer…shit I am the deer… summing up what bravery he had left after calling his uncle a fat thick headed prick he spoke to the man "What do you want?" The dark haired man smiled at him. It wasn't a nasty smile or a smirk it was just a simple smile.

"I was wondering if the Boy of Light would lay with me tonight." He spoke, his voice was like a lullaby and the teen could feel the power of his voice warp around him. But the teen shook his head as his eyes widened …did I hear right?… he thinks as he looked at the man. Everything about him screams royalty, pure blood but something else screamed at him …VAMPIRE…

"I'm 15 years old you pervert! Not a street walker!" He growled as he looked anywhere but his eyes. A voice rang in his head, it was Hermione's …Don't look at them in the eyes, they will charm you and never turn your back on one and if you don't have a wand say are you like the vampire's from Twilight… this made Harry smirk, even when she said it in front of Ron.

"I am aware of how old you are and what you are. I have been watching you long enough to know the pains in your eyes are not meant for one your age." Harry watched him as he shifted his weight from side to side.

The teen bites the bottom of his lip and looked down at the ground feeling the man's words weigh heavy on his body "W…who are you?" Harry asked softly

"You've heard of me. My name slandered by a mad man to make profit." He snarled, with hatred. Harry frowned as he tried to think of the man's name but seeing the man snarl put stop to that as he looked fearfully at the man in front of him. He snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at the beautiful teen and saw fear in the boy's face. He smiled softly as he showed his fangs. "I have not been seen in hundreds of years. I am dead but not dead." This statement struck a chord with Harry. Those words echoed in his head as flashing of a film he saw long ago filled him mind.

"Y…Your Dracula?"

Harry looks back up to see the man is gone. The teen could feel the hair's on the back of his neck rise he knows he's here somewhere. The park was quiet, the only sounds being made was by his own deep breathing. His green eyes feverishly looked around the park as the long swing set sat still. He moved backwards until his body came in contact with something hard …Oh god… he thought as he turned to face what he already knew was behind him. He looked up and caught the glint from the vampire's eyes and he froze. "You are a clever boy Harry." He whispered, as he took the teen's glasses off. "And your right normally age is important to me. You are too young but your pain is strong I can fix that Harry; I can make the pain go away." He said.

"H…How?" Harry asked.

Dracula can see the teen was trying to fight the charm, but his power was too strong. He pulled the teen's face up to his look at him. "I can give you what your heart wants. I can give safety, free of pain, love, family and no more fighting." The pain in the boy's eyes starts to fade as tears start to burn down his cheeks. He took his hand and wiped the tears off his face.

"P…Promise no more fighting?" Harry whispered as the vampire eyed the bruises he could see

"I promise." He whispered as he lowered his mouth and pressed his lips against the teen's lip and kissed him deeply.