It was dark, cold, and wet in the forest just twenty minutes from Private Drive, twenty minutes by car anyway, somewhere in the expanse of the thick woods two car doors slammed, and the screech of tires pulled away, leaving only a single figure suffering in the dirt. Deep black hair and emerald green eyes, along with a scar marked the boy as Harry Potter of all people, but he was barely recognizable. He was covered in blood, coated with bruises and contusions, and there was severe warning of multiple broken bones, and perhaps a stabbing or two. He was wearing only a pair of pants and nothing more, and he was slowly dying, bleeding out from sluggish wounds, but Harry knew the smell of blood would attract something that would make the pain all the worse, no doubt eating him alive. Wolves, or bears, maybe even a cougar, though he didn't know if they lived around there.
There was a loud snap of a stick breaking in the woods and Harry moaned in terror, he didn't want to die, not like this, not with Voldemort still alive and Bellatrix still on the loose. Not with so much to live for! What a shame. The voice was as smooth as silk, but as cold as an Alaskan winter. Harry's eyes managed to flutter open, though he couldn't see much, due to his lack of glasses. Someone's mind was rooting around in his own, but he was too weak to even try and stop it. Do you know what I am? the person asked and Harry tried to nod, he couldn't. Va...mp..ire.. he managed to mutter, his throat sore from being throttled. That's right. The man continued, kneeling next to Harry and gently stroking the boy's black hair away from his face. I can take away your pain, Harry. I can make you stronger than anything you have ever been before. Nothing will hold you back, and you will never have to fear death again. Harry's heart leaped in his throat, slamming against his Adam's apple for a long moment. Not fear death!? Yes, he liked that, he didn't care how that made him similar to Voldemort, Harry was tired of almost dying at every corner, he just nodded and let himself be swept away by black clouds with a Vampire attached to his neck, and for the first time, Harry felt no fear.
Not ten minutes later, the Vampire stepped through shadows, the unconscious, but no longer dying boy in his arms as he strode forward, ignoring the other in the room in which he had just appeared and gently laid Harry on the bed. This boy is mine. The man stated glancing at the occupant, Vampires could be very possessive, and the warning was clear. 'This is my new son, harm him and I will do you ten times worse.' He will be bedridden for a few days, the transformation will be very hard on his already broken body. He will need to feed as soon as he wakes up, make sure there is a suitable human nearby, an enemy more preferably as they might not survive the feeding. He paused, his eyes narrowed as he contemplated. And do see about finding him some new clothes, I have a muggle family to kill. He stated simply, slipping back out of the room through shadows, leaving Harry out cold and in the hands of once enemy's.<|im_end|>
Asher stared after the bloodhaven as it left, raising a shapely eyebrow before looking at the boy lying on the bed. "The man is a master of understatement," he mused, sounding amused. He left the bedroom, in search both of Voldemort and of pretty. Because well...he was pretty. Oh, there were always little pretties. Hmmm...so many choices on who to feed to the boy who lived.
When Harry Potter woke after the days of the transformation rooting itself into his body, Asher was waiting for him to wake. The vampire lord De Mereloit was amused, heartily amused by the fact that the boy who lived, was now going to have immortality. Smirking as he looked at the boy, he gently shifted Draco from his lap, brushing his lips over the blonde's hair. "Love, go. And bring me Pettigrew. Tom said I could feed him to the boy." He ordered, shooing the blond out of the door before moving to sit on the edge of the bed, looking down at Harry.
"So, you live," he purred softly, smiling as soft hair slid around his shoulders. His hair was neither blond nor white, but true gold, like melting metal. His eyes were dark, dark blue, almost black. Like twilight caught on the edge of midnight. Gently using a washcloth to clean off Harry's sweat-wet face.
"Shush, love. Your meal is going to be here soon."<|im_end|>