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Maybe Harry had insulted a deity in a previous life, or maybe fate just hated him, but if there was one thing he was sure of, it was his bad luck, and the red-eyed bastard who was looking at him with a smirk. predator definitely confirmed it.
A year had passed after the war and his routine was completely monotonous, his life revolved around his work as an Auror and visiting his godson. It hadn't taken the little metamorphmagus more than one visit to steal his heart, and Harry had made himself promise to fulfill his duties as his godfather, pledging to be as close to a father figure as possible.
Things with Ginny hadn't worked out, as much as the two of them had tried, they just didn't hit it off and sadly simple attraction wasn't enough to maintain a relationship. Fortunately, the two had taken a mature path and were able to move forward with complete naturalness.
But, coming back to the present, Harry focused on the apparent vampire's words, his cold right hand was covering his mouth preventing him from speaking, while his left hand was on his neck in an almost strangling hold; his red eyes regarded him like a juicy steak and his fangs jutted out almost lustfully.
"What beautiful eyes." He purred "It's a pity that after the change you lose them, tut, tut." He shook his head pityingly. "However, I will still have the rest of you." He licked his lips and looked into his eyes "Get ready."
And before Harry could react, those sharp fangs were on his neck. His vision turned black and pain akin to the cruciatus curse exploded within him.
-Even the worst demon in hell was once a sweet and innocent angel-
As he slowly woke up from unconsciousness, he heard an unknown voice whisper, "Harry James Potter." He vaguely recognized a black-haired man who was looking at him fondly. Mentally shaking himself, he concentrated on ordering his thoughts, searching for his memories.
After several seconds, he discovered that his mind was working quite fast, his thoughts came and went at an exaggerated speed, however, he couldn't find the memories of him, he felt completely empty, he felt that something was missing.
Opening his eyes he was overwhelmed by the amount of detail he saw, from dust particles on the ceiling to the smallest of splinters in the wood they danced in sync, it was completely mesmerizing, he could also hear the faint sound of air hitting the main door, the soft song of the birds in even the walk of some small insect.
Slowly getting out of bed, he looked out the window and saw the reflection of the moon and the slowly falling snow. He headed down the only hallway he found, and down the stairs quickly, his throat burning and his instincts guiding him that way.
When he came to a room that was filled with framed photographs, each consisting of a multitude of redheads, a scrawny boy with oversized glasses, and a tiny baby with turquoise hair; he watched intently one by one, and, for some reason, the feeling of longing spread across his chest.
His remarks were interrupted by a dark, melodious voice, "I wasn't wrong to choose you." Harry turned his head and saw a man step out of the shadows, he had short brown hair, his skin was completely white and pale, he was of average height and his eyes were red, tinted a dark black. . "Everyone will be jealous of your beauty." He laughed and shaked his head. "My name is Lucas, what is yours?"
He hesitated for a moment before replying, "I'm Harry." He was surprised to hear that his voice was the same or even more melodious than the man's, something he seemed to like because his eyes lost their red color and were now completely black. Harry decided to have answers so he asked, "What happened to me?"
The man, Lucas, gave a rather sinister laugh and replied, "You're a vampire now, handsome, you're mine, my mate."
That statement made Harry take an instinctive step back; A vampire, it was a fucking vampire, he was about to panic when suddenly his mind was filled with recent images: Lucas staring at him hungrily, teeth everywhere, blinding pain.
The early panic at the idea of being a vampire quickly evaporated as he realized the truth of the statement, this man had turned him and was claiming him without his permission. Thinking of that brought instant fury, his mind filled with rage, his vision went completely white and he vaguely saw the other vampire's eyes widen and begin to slowly walk away.
In what seemed like the blink of an eye, Harry screamed in rage and lunged at the bastard, however he didn't notice the shaking of the house they were in, until he looked at his forearms and found sickly blue veins standing out with power, his hands glowed white for a moment until everything exploded.
Recovering, Harry surveyed his surroundings and was surprised when he noticed that the house they were in was no longer a house, where once there had been walls, furniture, and rugs, there was now a fairly decent sized alcove covered in ice, the ceiling had gone and in its place the snow was falling furiously.
Harry searched the icy debris for any sign of the other vampire and looked up in shock when he found the familiar figure of Lucas, however the vampire was completely frozen, his entire body was surrounded by ice, he was very much like a statue or a sculpture.
Snapping out of his trance, Harry looked at his hands with suspicion and fear, had he done that? He wasn't entirely sure, but he felt so. He put his hand on the figure of the man and was surprised when it shone again, he watched with fascination as his veins turned blue again and what seemed like a tiny power passed through them, and when he reached the figure, it exploded again, however, much more passively than the first time.
Where before there was a frozen vampire, now there was nothing but leftover particles, had he killed the bastard? He sure deserved it, but he was surprised not to find any kind of morality or remorse, in fact, for some reason he felt almost happy to be rid of the idiot.
Overwhelmed by everything that had happened in such a short time, Harry couldn't stand it and simply fled, he didn't know how or where, he didn't know what it meant to be a vampire, he didn't know what to do with his rare ability, but he knew he didn't. could stay longer there.
Another thing that neither Harry nor anyone else knew is that the answers to all his questions and the end of his loneliness would not come until 150 years later.