Argent Serpent Series:Dreaming

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Title: Argent Serpent Series
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary:  Darkness is very tempting,when Harry dreams and faces the darkness within himself. Harry decides to make some changes and finally become who he really is and so does Draco. Novel length eventually,would be SLASH Vampire story.

Chapter One:Dreaming:

warning:would be slash rating may change,dark themes. This is a Vampire fic I started years ago so the chapters really do get better eventually.

Some original characters. This is an Introduction that leads to the events.



Draco POV:

I watch him everyday. Usually all I can see is his back, stiff shoulders sour muscles.

Sometimes I forget to blink and my eyes burn, but I keep watching. I don't remember the first time I caught myself doing it, like the time in potions his head snapped up, and I could almost taste his rage, his proud lion heart.

I thought that if I was Snape towering over him, I could never look away from those eyes. Blazing green I bet they are.

My heart beats faster, as I watch. Its strange really he wouldn't move and still my heart will pound faster.

And I don't know if its hate that does it or a longing to act. To finally move from this hard chair and turn towards him and see these eyes as they meet mine, and I won't blink. Just let the warmth of fire warm me.

Harry bloody potter, just like in my dream.

Harry POV:

I awoke with a sudden movement. One moment asleep, the next sitting straight in my bed.

The first thing I saw were my hands, both clenched into tight fists in my lap. As I let out my strangled breath, and fetched my glasses. Everything returned to normal, or as normal as it gets for me anyway.

Lately living felt strained- forced somehow. You see, Harry Potters biggest secret was that he felt alive only when facing death. And that he did every year, in fact. So as days went by he went through them as if in a daze.

A thick fog covering the edges, clouding the sharp lines. Those edges that revealed themselves sometimes…

'Watch it Potter' Malfoy spat his way.

"Shut up Malfoy" Harry automatically returned, for a moment Draco was real, as their shoulders brushed.

The fog was gone and harry felt something. And then it was back just as suddenly.

The day went by in this state. And at night, the clouds disappeared his mind clear of all defenses.

He dreamed. Of silver snakes, silver snakes that whispered welcomes his way, as he passed. And he reached out his hands to touch them,he felt at peace.

It was a bright spring day, most students spent it indoors studying for the finals. But I found myself walking out towards the lake. The air cold but the wind carried some warmth.

I couldn't remember feeling so relaxed in a long time. I knew it had to do with the dream. The one I couldn't even remember, but somehow it always made me feel content. Less alone in a way,a selfish thought but it was the truth. Sure I had Hermione and Ron and many others. But no one was able to reach that part, that part in me that craved like a hungry beast to…what? Be accepted a voice whispered.

Yes the darkness needs its place as well. That's how I knew that spring afternoon there was only one person who could do that to me. Only one gray eyed boy that hated me so much.,could really make me feel so whole. He didn't think me a 't it strange? But I knew it was true, just as I knew there wasn't anything I could do about it.

As the sun slided down towards the water, and a orange shield seemed to cover the land. If only he dreamed of green eyed lions if only he needed me to be his light..

That night,Harry awoke sweat covering his skin,his mouth shaped in a scream,it was dark.

Soft snores coming from the beds around him. 'Draco'..he heard. Realizing he said it Harry almost jumped.

This dream was different. It was the silver snake, but was far from soothing. The silver eyes huge-frightened. Blind with anxiety He tried calling the snake to him, be he hadn't heard. Strong wind blew them apart as dark shadows seemed to appear.

And the snake was leading them right towards him. Indeed, I was aware Draco was up to something.

I may not be very bright, but it was easy to see. The hunted look on his face, the way the Marauders map was immune to his presence at times.

But most frightening of all, was the anxious look Malfoy wore on him regularly now. And now my dream, it frightened me. But more then that, I felt I lost something precious an opportunity of sorts.

Gryffindor as I was, the hat didn't want me in Slytherin for no reason. I knew when I was missing something. Like right now.

"Move it Potter'" he said.

"I don't think so Malfoy'.Harry stood still, blocking Draco successfully. It was right before launch but Draco unlike Harry was definitely not heading to the great hall.

In fact he seemed in a hurry out of it. 'I said move!' Draco's scowl almost made Harry step back.

But he managed to stop. "What are you up to Malfoy?' Harry was proud of how calm he sounded. But then Draco tried pushing him out of the way. Harry felt a sharp pain, where their shoulders crossed. At the same moment he glanced at Malfoy. Who suddenly froze, his eyes locking with Harry's. Draco's arm didn't move but Harry could swear he felt a hand brush his, gently.

Before he even blinked, Malfoy was out of sight. Just the brisk steps of shoes and a sudden cold feeling told him he wasn't dreaming.

He saw a plea in those gray eyes.

And for a moment, they were silver.

I was sitting with Ron and Hermione in the library. Doing homework or to be more precise,Hermione was.

While me and Ron pretended to.,apparently Ron had a crush on someone but wouldn't tell me who it was.

Which wasn't like him, not that I didn't know who it was we both were sitting next to her right now…

I was rather disturbed to note, I was enjoying pretending I was clueless. Again maybe the hat was right. 'Who is she? Common Ron tell me'.. Is she pretty? ' –I kept at it as I watched Ron turn from a pink shade to radiating scarlet. "Doesn't matter Harry really its nothing'...Ron's eyes took a quick glance towards Hermione, who was engrossed in homework as usual. 'Are you sure?' I asked, careful to cover my mouth with my hand. 'Yeah mate its nothing' Ron muttered. I dropped it for now, letting Ron send agitated glances at 'nothing'.

My mind wondered at yesterday's incident.

I could almost feel the chill that I was left with when Draco left,I knew something was wrong.

But I wasn't sure I was ready to face it. This feeling this one boy made me feel, seemed so out of place. Away from the night and its dreams or from strange encounters in the hallway. I should be thinking of Voldemort or of Cho or any other girl for that matter…

During the summer, I ended up watching some TV. The gleaming images on the screen made me dizzy, but the liveliness of the figures moving and the landscapes changing was rather captivating, considering I was bored. I was standing in Dudleys bedroom which unlike mine, was rather full of stuff which I was ordered to clean up, and let me tell you said stuff was all over the floor: from leftover pizza and beer cans scattered all over the rug. Like any typical (so I assumed) teenage muggle room it had a computer and a TV.

As I gazed, a scene played out on the vast screen: a young man wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans, both tightly glued to his body. Enters what looks like a hospital hall he looks around until his eyes fall on another man who is sitting with his head in his lap in despair, as the young man drew near he lifted his head you could see he was crying eyes red lips swollen. They both hug. Holding on to each other for dear life as nurses and doctors pass them in the hall. Harry for the life of him couldn't remember what they said or even the background music. The reason the scene was stuck in his mind was because of what the two man on the screen had done next,they kissed.

I assumed my interest in Draco was partly related to my interest in those images.

As Harry and Ron got their things together piling books and ink bottles, Hermione touched Harry's shoulder

'Are you alright Harry?' Harry felt guilty that his friends concerned voice annoyed him.

'Sure I'm fine' he said with a forced smile. Hermione didn't look convinced but let him go.

Lately, that happened alot, where his thoughts run wild, and it wasn't Voldemort or his death eaters that concerned him.

But Harry felt like for the first time in his life he needed to know what he wanted and who he really was. During the summer he felt a growing sense of wrong. Not the kind of wrong that fear or lose bring. Rather, an uneasy feeling deep in his belly, warm but unpleasant- like he was missing something. Being The Boy Who Lived, Harry couldn't just go and erase the title, change his look and go about running about being young and carefree.

What happened in the past and his parents death were and would be Harry's life now and forever.

This realization brought an awakening furry to the surface. With every beat of heart, with every breath he took-,Harry knew their was no escape. And yet Harry knew it was only one persons fault; his own,though Voldemort played a part. But it was he who never tried to fight not against the evil bastard but against the restrictions on his life, against being himself and doing what he wanted.

So Harry had a plan…. Maybe, if only he could stop dreaming of that silver snake.

Tell me what you think? I know its not great but it will be,I want to save Harry...

Argent Serpent Series

chapter 2: Rain

Its was raining,slow trickles of wetness from pearly gray skies.

Surrounded by loud 3rd years, and some less loud but more disturbing Fred and George. His thoughts weren't helping, he needed some quite where he could center himself.

Bet its dead quiet in the dungeons… Thoughts like that weren't rare for Harry these days, not that it quietly slipped out of the room and entered the boy's dorm, under his bed was where he kept the books.

Kneeling, his face frozen in concentration harry retrieved the one he was searching for, the scent of old leather and something murky accompanied the appearance of the thick black a last almost menacing look around the room Harry settled down. From his position he could see an almost vivid reflection of himself on the wet window.

Except that the watered down Harry looked different:His eyes burned green but his face lost shape all that was left was the black hair that when smeared looked like a dark cloud was surrounding him, Harry made a face and turned back to the book.

''Magic is like a cloud of light, it stands still.

It has no color. Its nor light nor dark, it consists of no evil and of no good.

And like a cloud it holds a vivid range of colors and shapes within it, it's the wizard that has both shape and color, and a good or evil intent.

As he chooses the use of the magic. Therefor-light magic can be used just as destructively as dark, for it is only disguised as light.''

Harry inhaled sharply, his eyes focused but unseeing, he was baffled by what he just read.

The possibilities.. but how can it be?

The image of Dumbeldore came to mind, Dumbeldore a very powerful wizard.

And though he was Voldemorts greatest enemy. He wasn't less manipulative, if lemon drops are light magic that can be used distractedly as a Cruciatus curse...

Wasn't that a bit of a exaggeration? But surely possible.

Harry now almost seventeen still were left in the dark to pretty much everything that had to do with the information was impossible, only the Slytherins had their ways. They spied, they lied and they shuffled in the dark, head high-always getting what they wanted.

Madam Pince Looked up, holding her glasses on the tip of her nose.

'Yes?' a tall stranger was standing in front of her desk.'Miss I wondering if you could help me' the young man said; he had a blazing smile and long brown hair.

'And you are?' Startled, madam Pince tried to regain her wits.

'I'm professor Raven", nice to meet ; Madam Pince. Glared from the tip of her sharp nose ' and you teach?'..

'I don't.' I'm here visiting from another school , its rather confidential, Dumbeldore has swore me to secrecy.

'But I couldn't resist such a lovely lady as yourself.' he slyly Pince blushed, completely taken aback. 'I how can I help professor raven? Completely lost for words.

'Call me rave, and I need the books on this list and anything else on the subject.' The stranger's voice changed from velvet to brisk business but he still wore a blindly white smile.

Carefully she held the scroll he slid her way, after a long moment her head snapped up: these are very forbidden books! I'm not sure they are available for the public' her tone was serene.

"I'm aware of that.' But Dumbledore has promised me its possible, with complete confidentiality on our parts"he added.

"Well",Madam Pince visibly softened "I guess I can help" The corners of her thin lips almost lifted just barley.

And the stranger's eyes sparkled with triumph. Hours later, Harry left the library carrying a heavy pile of dusty books and scrolls. He could feel his glamor wearing off so he hurried and turned left sharply as soon as he could. His body shrunk back to and its smaller build. And the clothes turned baggy.

He felt like exhausted, Overall, it was a very successful day.,he ,the skies darkened as the rain poured, the sound of a growing storm had muffled all surrounding chatter of laughter died away at the wings of the upcoming storm.

'Say! Another Butterbeer, here!' George shouted right in my ear.

The twins were both sitting on each side, partly locking me in my sit.,we were in Hogsmead, The Three Broomsticks to be precise. As the storm raged outside, I found shelter inside and ended up spotting the twins.

I never had spent time with them alone, and now was a good time to start. Sense the wizard's tournament. They had treated me with respect, but we never became friends. I decided to drop the bomb;

'So Fred hows you boyfriend?" Butter beer spilled right at me at that,I guess I deserved was giving me a sly look; "what are you talking about Harry?"

"Just asking a friendly question is all', but his contemplating eyes were starting to make me nervous.

'Who told you?" Fred asked, his voice grave. That was so unlike the twins always cheerful and on the move.

I breathed a deep breath 'I guessed'.

At their blank stares I added:' Look I recognized it, so I knew Fred is gay, and because you're so cool and you seem happy I thought you have someone special…'

'Wait,I lost you after you said recognized" Fred said with a huge grin plastered on his face, I looked to my left at George, who just set their with a mischievous look in his eyes.

I just shrugged my shoulders "now that's interesting 'the savior of the wizarding world is into blokes" fred said.I could see all the possibilities running in George's eyes.

'No one can know, not yet; can you keep it secret ?" I glanced from one boy to the exchanged glances then both nodded.

Fred looked serious when he said '"we sure can,you know you can trust us. Harry."

"Yes,plus we want to be there when all hell breaks lose" George added with a devilish ended up drinking some more and more, we toasted to mischief and we toasted for freedom.

And to this day I don't remember to what else,but I think we drinked to friendship.

one that never ends.

Argent Serpent Series

Chapter 3:Dawn Dream

Thank you for reading! I would really appreciate reviews

I already have the next chapter in mind,but I'm open to suggestions warning:this story may contain slash and Russian vampires

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As the night progressed,so did my headache. An aching scar ,pain and some more of it.

The tips of my fingers were warm and sticky from the golden liquids I consumed. Believe it or not This wasn't my first time drinking. Though It was definitely my longest escapade.

But Harry Potter didn't drink. And he definitely didn't spend school nights drinking. But then again Harry potter wasn't gay either. Harry potter was a happy hero iltimate lucky golden boy with with bravefriends and fame and one thing for sure Harry Potter was bitter, I almost had to laugh. Guess this was the part when drunkenness brought out the worst in people. Right there on the surface I could feel my emotions bubble into hot anger.

Fred and George got on their coats and scarvesand like anything a Weazley would wear their clothes had the rugged homey quality about the twins who dressed better then any Weazley and with the most flare still managed the second hand look.

The twins dragged me out through the door, putting on a show of dragging 'the- ho -so -drunk -friend' though I had no difficulty standing whatsoever. We drifted swaying through the door, and were met with a cold rushing wind.

We started to make our way back to the school, the twins falling behind a bit to talk to some students coming their way. Its surprising how much set apart of some Hogwarts students I was.

Going out,spending time with friends, smoking, drinking maybe even falling in love. I shuffled my feet and hunched my shoulders, against the cruel wind.

As I stepped on the Hogwarts grounds I could make out Hagrids hut and the beginning of the forbidden forest,dangerously close.

The sudden dizziness, the movement of objects that should never move; Trees shouldn't. the sky and then the ground coming at my face with rapid speed. I sure did drink too much.

I could hear approaching footsteps. Just what I needed;for someone to find me in this state. I tried to sit up and managed just in time for the footsteps to come to a halt very near my back.

'So what do we have here?...' I tensed,I recognized the drawl. This was a truly a unlucky situation but I was so drunk I almost laughed. 'Did you just laugh?' oops… "Apparently I just did".

I slowly turned around wincing at the pain in my head, that I was starting to suspect had nothing to do with alcohol and everything with my scar.

Draco Malfoy was standing a few steps away, alone. His body shadowing the moonlight. He was garing and pointing a wand straight at me.

'What the hell!' I drunkenly waved my hand at his wand "you want to curse me?" At that I stumbled while trying to get up.

'Is that way you're here?"he said,keep breathing do not- get sick- do not get sick…'Potter!" You you.." The rest of that voice and its scathing words were completely intangible to me.

Everything slowed down it was like being asleep and dreaming, clouds surrounding my thoughts,my rational mind.

The night black and strangling all senses. "What's wrong with you! Did you hear a word I just said?" He was shouting really shouting in my face. Malfoys didn't shout.

Time drew by, I don't know how long. I felt I wasn't even there, could still hear that voice from a distance cursing me...'Bloody Potter just what I needed fuck that I cant…"

Then things got clearer and stopped swaying. "I'm alright, sorry"... I lifted my head, Draco Malfoy was crouching in front of me simply staring,like a deer before a tiger.

His eyes wide but as calculating as ever.,the sky was brighter like it is when the dawn is close, cold air, everything clear and silent around us.

It was so surreal, being there on the damp grass with Malfoy of all people at this time of day. He just kept watching me and I kept trying to figure out what was going on before that.

Strangely, It felt calm. "So you got drunk potter." Malfoy coughed but didn't move his gaze,I could tell it wasn't a question. "Yes. Maybe I did, but that doesn't explain you being here, Malfoy" it sounded weak and not even slightly menacing. I let my fingers play with some damp grass.

If it was possible Malfoys eyes widened even more, he shifted his weight and unconsciously moved closer.

"I didn't recognize you at first" lier I thought. He sounded tired "then you went crazy you really lost it" he directed his frosty gaze my way, and I felt myself flush; embarrassed.

"It was my scar" I heard myself whisper. "what?" Draco said loudly, "my scar" I repeated slowly. "I heard you, I'm not deaf Potter". He glared "finally have proof you really are insane".

I felt the familiar rage rising in my chest,but then I looked at Draco and saw something else in his eyes;fear. "You don't mean that" I found myself whispering again,This was getting beyond surreal.

"What are you talking about?' Draco looked incredulous.

He stood up with clenched fists and I did the same. "You are afraid!" I pointed my finger at his chest "you are just like everyone else! Don't pretend you don't fear Voldemort!"

I breathed a deep breath "you are afraid".I said again in a quieter voice, all the time looking in his eyes.

Seeing them sparkle with fury and widen at my words and try to break contact,I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince myself or him.

We were both breathing heavy as if after a long run. "Yes I'm afraid of him, everyone is not everyone is stupid enough,unlike you I don't have a death wish" yes I'm afraid" hes eyes seemed to whisper,Draco's voice suddenly broke.

It felt so familiar: his breathing,His presence in this dream like scene. Ive been there before,in this place where he fears. Where the silver snake turns away from me.

I took a step closer. I was close enough to the boy to smell the scent of candle wax and sweet musk.

I never smelled it before yet it felt achingly familiar. Like the dark spells in my hidden books, like smoke and fear, like the sweetness that I could only dream.

He lifts his head, and I can see the glossy tears in his eyes.

I come closer;f that's even possible."Don't leave the light" I barley whisper,don't be the snake in my dream I think. I breath out, thinking he cant hear me.

The light of dawn creeps on the Hogwarts landscape.

And I know I have no time, soon ill wake up from this dream, then it would be too late. I just know,like I know nothing else in my life;I know this.

"You cant give up, Draco" I say it loudly almost too loudly, but not enough to break the spell. He tries to back away but I grasp him by the shoulders.

"You know nothing Potter go back to your life" he says it without conviction and his eyes plead me to leave it at that, to say no more.

'You cant change things Potter, they are the way they are, my father is a death eater, he serves the one who murdered your parents" he spits the last of his sentence with furry and burning hate. But somehow the hate seems to be directed elsewhere.

Hate towards what? I marvel. "I won't leave it this way!" 'The anger and pain escape from my chest and I feel vulnerable. Draco looks serious even quite. His sharp features composed to show no emotion.

"You know nothing, Potter" he says again "Now leave me alone or ill have to hex you!" said so coldly I reluctantly let him go.

For the first time in what seems like hours I look around me,and I can see the sun is almost up. The light is sobering and I realize the situation I'm in,that we are in.

Draco is looking at the sky anxiously, I make my decision.

"Common"I say taking my invisibility cloak out. Draco looks so beaten down that he doesn't voice the surprise written all over his pale face.

As the light washes the green grounds I silently get us both under the cloak.

No protests from Draco, just some glaring as he gets underneath.

"If you say one word about this potter I'm going to kill you" he hisses. "Same"I retort with the coldest voice I can master.

Inside I'm smiling.

The reality of both of us having a conversation at all sinks in and foolishly, I feel hope.

Argent Serpent Series: Chapter Four

Thank you for reading! I was so busy but I manged to squeeze an hour to write, it could go much better if someone commented,

there is nothing more inspiring then that. next chapter contains slash. this is part 1... it all seems better in my head oh well..

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the change:part 1

Do I deserve hurting so much? Seriously waking up is not very pleasant.

First the creeping awareness of my body, lying on something soft. The light is to strong even through closed eyelids.

Somehow I made it back yesterday, creeping back to Gryffndor tower proved easy enough for me and Draco;were both used to getting out of trouble…getting through the day on the other hand proved much harder.

I felt like I was a walking Boggart. Hermione and Ron kept glancing worriedly at me. Fred and George winked at me at breakfast-both looked almost as bad.

Let me tell you about dreams: waking up sucks. And that night has been a most unbelievable one.

I had to pretend to wake up when everyone else did though I hadn't slept much,The person who looked back at me in the bathroom mirror resembled a bad transfiguration between a troll and a mouse

Gods I didn't know I was so vain, just shows I should stay away from Draco Malfoy and his pure blooded influence.

Potions:

Pushed by fellow student's elbows I still ended up in my usual place. And Ron on my side was making his usual frustrated remarks,his cheeks flushed with it;Frustration,like the one I was feeling right now.

That crazy beast that was growling inside as I watched a very well smoothed Draco Malfoy, make a smooth way to his sit. Not one glance, not one word- nothing. I was beginning to think I was going mad.

Hermione (god bless her) was riding the frustrated vibe trying to get the potion as perfect as mine were coming out lately. I sighed and got on with it,Its time Harry, I could almost hear the whisper coming loose in my mind,It was time indeed.

I skipped lunch,and headed to the Owlery instead. Jumping up the stairs until I reached the wood covered walls, and its resident owls. 'Hello lovely' I whispered at Hedwig. She scooted over as I handed her a treat, the white feathers tousled as if she has been fighting.

"Had a hard night? That makes two of us..." I sat on the wooden railing, dangling my legs and exhaling air clouds of tension.

Eventually,I tied the letter to Hedwig's leg ,this was one of my worst ideas.

But I had to do it.

I made my way down and through the corridors with everyone else.

'Harry where were you? You missed lunch" Hermione was nervously clutching at the fabric of her robe.

"I had to go send a letter, sorry should have told you about it" she frowned' "wie will be late for charms" so we hurried our steps. 'So where were you last night?' I gave her a blank look,"mmm..I was Sleeping".

Hermione smiled,Sometimes I forgot her clever nature had its own kind of slyness;she was inhumanely perceptive. "Because of what you did the night before?' we breathed heavy as we walked up the stairs.

"Yes, Hermione if you must know I was out with Fred and George" She nodded seriously "I know".

At my inquiring look she blushed looking away "you looked well.. 'Hung over?" I helped. Sighing "yes, and really Harry this isn't funny, you should be focusing on classes" thankfully we finally reached our classroom.

Us much as I knew she was right, the guilt just didn't come, other things just seemed more important. And somehow professor Trilloney wasn't helping to convince me I was wrong.

And if that wasn't enough a certain someone is making me feel rather delusional. Draco had a real talent,when it came to masking his emotions. His face could easily be turned into a stone cold mask of indifference.

I used to think this tactic of his was simply his cold personality. I don't remember when was the first time I realized it was indeed a mask.

And one he used with everybody and everything.

The only times I saw him it slip over the years was during Quidich games, where his expression morphed into that of a divine thrill bordering on ecstasy.

And yet I was starting to wonder, if this was a weakness of his, how it kept him isolated from himself and others as well.

I wasn't as good as him at concealing my emotions. But I definitely was aware of what my true feeling were. Right now Draco was sitting at the slytherin table, it was lunch and the ceiling showed the stormy weather that ensued outside.

He still looked pale and worn, but his posture spoke of tensions eased. And he had that glint in his eye, the glint of satisfied pleasures, like Fred had.

I scanned the table. And noticed Blaze Zabini looked the most probable partner in crime, for he looked flushed with a most wonderful afterglow.

I turned back to my plate, and spent the rest of the meal pretending I had nothing on my mind but homework and teachers and the latest gossip.

Inside I felt something break…

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Dimitri Nochnoy was a vampire.

Shunned by respectable society, he drifted by night, in cold cities and frozen river shores.

Sometimes coming back to his senses. He would get dressed and go out a bit.

But more frequently then not he spend his nights hunting the living mortals, the ones that had the loudest heartbeat and the sweetest blood in their veins.

Vampires were rather rare creatures, if anyone ever lived to tell the story of encountering one. Then he was probably a wizard. Sometimes Dima got tired of drifting around in cold places. But Dima wasn't that desperate as to sign the blood contract, though some vampires got miserable enough to reach that point.

The contract made sure a vampire could never harm another human, so he had to survive on animal blood and expensive potions. In return he could live among wizards without being staked.

But the saddest thing thought Dima,was loosing the fun of being a vampire. the freedom to be the beast inside.
No chase no hunting or tricking innocents to approach close enough to be bitten… a pure hell.
And today Dimitri was going out too finally meet his clever employer. Who has been sending him letters all summer.

Curious very curious, but what that silly human hadn't planned on,very very hungry.

I was shivering, as I made my way through the empty school corridors. I had the invisibility cloak on, but nothing particularly warm underneath.

I had been preparing for this for a month now, writing letters to a vampire wasn't the best of ideas to begin with, and yet what could I do?

No one else seemed to be ready to share the kind of information I needed.

And I was tired of being so helpless, they may not know it yet but I wasn't a child any longer, and until I was ready to disclose that little fact I had to find my own ways…
And who better then someone that isn't part of Wizarding society? An outcast that had all the information I needed.

A vampire was the best choice: for he rarely socialized with others so I could trust him to be discreet or even unaware of who I was (though I doubt even vampires are that cut away from society…sure is my luck to be famous.)

Vampires also tended to live long enough to acquire many unknown spells and books.
so I started by blackmailing him. The way that it is with predators- you have to show them you have the upper hand for them to respect you.

If vampires could belong to a house that had to be Slytherin. No other house held their natural cunning ability.

My main and only advantage is my deceiving looks;I was a Gryffindor, but I wasn't planning to behave like one.

And tonight was a risk I had to take…well maybe a bit of a Gryffindor after all,I smiled.

Argent Serpent Series: Chapter Five

The change: part 2

If an odd meeting ever took place-this was one.

On a cold night a small figure made its way through the abandoned streets, carefully passing by lit windows and speeding its strides at small puddles blocking its way.

The night sky was blue,brightened by a full moon,but the chilly air sure made the outdoors unpleasant, that's why Harry Potter hadn't encountered any passer byes, and he was grateful for that.

Finally, the lithe youth that resembled a boy, for his long limbs and clumsy walk. Came to a halt in front of a tavern door, where he seemed to stay still longer then needed as if steeling himself for what was to come if he entered.

Harry Potter, felt cold all over, bruised by the wind.

What he was doing seemed like an especially unwise thing to do. As he walked in entering the unfamiliar tavern,hot air welcomed him, and soothed his blue lips and rosy skin.

The room he was in wasn't big by any comprehension,it had a high ceiling and big fireplace, some random small wooden tables scattered about, and a narrow staircase that led upstairs.

A quick glance around the cozy surroundings, got him some curious looks from the sitting men, most of who were drinking from large cups what looked like beer, they were rough looking but had cheerful there eyes twinkling.

So Harry blew out the breath he was holding and made his way to the back of the room,where a young red haired girl instantly served him,he ordered Cider.

Harry,wasn't sure being the one to wait was much of an advantage, not when it concerned the guest he was waiting for;a vampire.

But who knows he might not even show up if I'm lucky enough, he was starting to regret the meeting. So Harry relaxed, stretched his long thin legs and drank his warm slightly spicy cider. One thing for sure;he wouldn't want to be the one to stand off a vampire.

Suddenly the door opened,though Harry didn't see that,still he felt the rush of cold air from outside and he looked up; a tall cloak clad figure entered, its features shadowed and unseen.

But strikingly fast it was before him. Harry looked around with alarm, but none of the man seemed bothered or the least interested.

Strange he thought. Long fingered pale hands removed the hood of the cloak, and Harry found him self standing in front of a smiling man, his face wasn't beautiful but rather graceful;with its high cheekbones and pearly skin.

Amused blue almond shaped eyes were watching him, assessing him.

"You must be my secret pan-pal I suppose?'" The voice was deep, manly but gracefully quite.

Harry made his face blank.

"Yes I'm Harry, glad you could make it in this weather" he confidently outstretched his hand to the stranger.

Who threw back his handsome head and laughed, for what seemed like hours to Harry.

Finally, The laughter stopped and the stranger warmly took his hand.

"You must excuse me I forgot the pleasure of human company I'm Dimitri and I'm glad to meet you young Harry."

'Young Harry' wasn't sure he was glad but he was intensely curious. He gasped at the touch of the stranger's skin.

Sure he knew vampires were essentially well…dead. But he wasn't expecting the actual cold feel of one; it was like an electric shock cold yet warm in its intense power, as it tingled his skin.

They both set down. Harry with weak relief and Dimitri with effortless grace.

He felt more in control now, that nothing to menacing came of it-yet he had to remind himself.

The vampire seemed perfectly at ease, stretching out on the small cheap chair, gazing cheerfully at nothing in particular. But Harry knew on instinct not to be fooled, it was just a facade.

'Are you surprised? Harry asked.

Dimitri shook his full auburn hair and leaned closer to Harry.

'Yes indeed, not everyday do I get fan letters and blackmailing is even more…rare", he finished with a wolfish green that strangely suited him.

'I'm sorry about that, I just wanted your attention" lame, but Dimitri seemed very pleased.

"Well young Harry you got it - I'm here at your commend" he said it while stretching his arms to the side in a almost childish gesture of surrender.

"now tell me what made you do it? I deserve to know."

Harry gazed wonderingly at the vampire, in front of him was sitting the most dangerous creature and he was acting so...harmless, he concluded.

'Do you know who I am? He answered instead. Watching the vampires expression carefully.

He saw the innocent look momentarily change into that of anger.

"Of course I do- Don't be a fool! You are a young brave innocent lad, but be careful what you play with! This is no game."

Strangely, Harry wasn't alarmed, Dimitri spoke with such passion but without threat, his words colored by a long forgotten trace of his Russian upbringing.

Dimitri was still leaning towards him. His eyes blazing blue sparks, his long fingers outstretched as if to grab the boy sitting in front of him by the neck.

"You are right, this is no game, believe me" Harry said sincerely "I would never have bothered you unless it was necessary" he finished gently.

Just a moment passed but the man (vampire) was perfectly composed as if no outburst a cured.

He sat smiling and relaxed, like a mad man given his calming potions.

Harry was baffled but decided to proceed nevertheless. 'If you don't know it, my name is Harry Potter, this may surprise you but I need your help"

Dimitri nodded slowly, then stood up abruptly. "I know who you are; he replied coldly, turning his back on Harry. "Lets go, this is no place for this"

Harry was alarmed but all he could do was follow the vanishing figure before it was lost. Before his dreams were lost.

Dimitri moved swiftly to the door and out, leaving it open for Harry to pass.

The unpleasant cold, was a reminder to Harry of the unpleasant situation he was in, he felt it was out of control, and all that the vampire did to make him feel so-was being unpredictable.

In not ready for this, but the interesting thing was that in a way he felt the most present and ready he ever did in his life, something about the danger he was in was soothingly familiar to him.

The moon shone its rays on the vampire, which stood serious, yet still managing to appear smug.

Harry stood just two steps from the door hunching his shoulders and keeping his hands warm inside a battered Weazley twins borrowed jackets pockets. "Where are you going? I wont just follow you."

'I'm sure you wont, Harry. But we need somewhere more private for this… Conversation Don't you think? I'm uncomfortable with so many humans around, you see I'm a bit rusty with that, so be my guest ...somewhere warm for you would be good?"

Irritated Harry wanted to shout that somewhere warm as he put it was inside right behind that door.

But Dimitri wasn't waiting for an answer, he just began whistling and walking down the street. Harry sighed this was definitely the most weird hyper vampire in the world, just his luck to contact the mad vampire.

So he followed the tall disappearing figure, holding wand tightly in his fingers.

When he reached the end of the street, that was lit by some lamps- that showed him nothing but a overflowing trashcan and that no one was there.

Gushing wind from behind, was the only signal he got before the attack. The wand digging into the palm of his hand completely useless.

And a deep sinking feeling of acceptance-like something he knew all along, following a vampire at night. So stupid, so easy.

It was like following fate.

No painful awakening this time.

Just the slow intake of sensation, of soft feathery warm air and the scent of pine leafs.

Of a bright light above, and the sound of water nearby.

Opening his eyes, Harry found himself standing no leaning against;of all things a big wooden chest.

He was in a cave, stone walls and a hole on the ceiling that let the full moon proudly show itself.

Some candles scattered on the floor; some lighten some not. Still night,the deepest time of it. Harry felt nothing different, he wasn't hurt from what he could tell.

So he made his way through the cave, it's opening wide and welcoming. Passing through,Harry found himself in what looked like a forest. A vast meadow surrounded by tall ancient looking trees.

So what was going on? Why was he here?

He felt dull, dreamy and unwilling to comprehend what has acquired. So Harry set down on the earth, holding his knees, resting his left cheek in his lap, exposing his neck to the blowing wind.

A small young thing, that doesn't belong in this old forest. The thought wasn't his own! Harry jumped up with alarm.

Dimitri was standing under the trees. As calm as can be,Harry nodded at him enjoying the surprise in the vampires eyes.

But he dared not move. Dimitri slowly with almost indulgent dance steps made his way towards Harry. Circling him,Harry noticed with numb interest that he was wearing beautiful leather boots under the cloak. "This is my home" Dimitri whispered "yes" he said though Harry hadn't spoken "this cave and forest. Is my home, and now that you're here young Harry, we can speak, though it is unnecessary- I know what you want".

He pointed at Harry with his right foot. "But you forget one very important thing my dear… At Harry's widening gaze he added-…"what I want"...

The last was said with such menace, Harry almost felt his numb nerves waking up, instead he stood still .

"Dimitri,I thought vampires were smart,don't prove me wrong" he said it with all the dark anger hidden in his heart, powered by sheer desperation, his voice sounded commending;it was as if he became someone else.

Harry continued before the vampire interfered. "If you know who I am you know what I need to do- I'm the only one who can defeat Voldemort" the vampire appeared shocked: "You! A child, he would kill you!" After that outburst Dimitri went calm again (Harry suspected this was a regular pattern of emotion he was witnessing in the strange vampire)."But yes, I know you are the boy who lived-but this is human nonsense! you cant defeat that madman,he is too powerful' he concluded.

Harry almost smiled "the dark lord you mean?" Dimitri frowned "no, we don't call him that,Real vampires serve no one."

Harry could tell by the dark expression on the vampire face that his time was running out.

"There is a prophecy, no one knows about, neither me nor Voldemort can die as long as the other lives."

Harry didn't know why he trusted this vampire with the secret information, but truly he had no choice faced by death;Harry always acted with haste.

The moment stretched on with complete silence.

Finally Dimitri spoke: "I see. so you wanted my help" and as Harry stared into the vampires face, he believed he did see. For those blue intelligent eyes seemed to look right through him right then.

"You can't kill me. I can't die yet" he whispered. Dimitri seemed anguished. His large mouth pouting and his eyes confused.

"Then what did you want from me? He raged '" is so much darkness in your heart Harry! I feel your death wish" he raged:

'I can hear it rushing in your blood in the slow beating of you heart! He cried "you can't fool me!"

Harry felt his legs go weak at the words, his vision clouded, he realized he was crying actually crying He couldn't remember the last time he did.

As the hot tears slid down the curve of his cheek, down his neck.

He felt all strength leave him, and fell on the ground.

Harry noticed as if from a distance arms circling his shoulders, holding him in place.

And soothing words filled his ears;"it would be alright young Harry ...alright, an anguished voice promised "ill help you Ill make you strong…"

As the darkness of night closed on him he felt it enter his mind. His heart felt alive- beating with pain, as he knew he was lost.

Accepting the touch of cold hands on his body, and the touch of hard lips on his own.

Warmth from within was rising in Harry's chest as he let the vampire comfort him, or was it himself?

It didn't matter. Nothing did, Harry was numb, unmoving he let Dimitri kiss his lips and then his neck.

And as the sharp sting came, it was no surprise.