Black Eden

Harry answered all of Hermione\'s questions, and he was thankful no one remembered why they were on that topic ... telling them that he thought that Draco Frickin Malfoy was his mate and had spent numerous hours in compromising positions ... mmm ... all those positions ... Harry struggled to get his mind out of the so-called \'gutter\'. He thought it was just fine, and was more like a beautiful gold-paved street. Not a filthy gutter.

He had slipped out of the common room and into the dorm he shared with Seamus. One of the perks of being a sixth year - only two to a room. Ron shared with Neville, and Dean had a room to himself. Not that he had seen much of it ... he stayed with Seamus. More than a few times Harry had been awakened only to have yelled at them to put up silencing charms. And many mornings were spent poking both of them, trying to get them awake for classes. Both were incredibly lazy.

Now in his own bed, he mused about how best to go about the \"Fucking Draco Malfoy and Getting Him To Admit He Loves Me\" plan. It was a Saturday, probably already afternoon, and Harry felt like he could sleep for a week.

\"Harrrrrry,\" Seamus voiced and hand poked through the curtains surrounding his bed. Harry almost snapped and bit the arm that was being revealed. Seamus had either changed, or just taken his robes off. Wearing a tight fitting tee shirt and grey slacks that hung low off of his hips, he looked delicious. Gritting his teeth together, not minding the fact that his fangs had already detracted and were drawing blood from his lips, he pushed his curtains all the way open and started yelling at the Irishman.

\"Did you not hear ANYTHING I was saying?!\" Harry shouted, jumping off his bed and walking to stand just in front of Seamus. He then noticed that Dean was casually laying on Seamus\' bed, his legs dangling off of it. \"GAH! Both of you - out! Now!\" Neither made a move.

\"FINE!\" Harry screamed and ran out of the room, without a shirt on of course. Hermione had healed most of the bites and bruises on his torso and neck, but she hadn\'t seen any of those on his legs ... \"Idiot! J\'irai juste voir si je peux trouver Malfoy ... \" (1) Harry mumbled to himself. As he walked out of the empty common room, stopping to grab his shoes, he sat down in one of the chairs and cursed himself for being an idiot and cursed everyone else for being even larger idiots.

Most everyone, students and staff alike, were in Hogsmeade. Summer being only weeks away, the muggle-borns and those who lived in the country wanted to get their wizarding supplies for over the summer. Harry, of course, living with the Dursleys, was unable to use any magical thing. \"Stupid git,\" he muttered under his breath as he thought of his extremely obese cousin and uncle. Aunt Petunia was alright, in an annoyingly lazy and nosy kind of way. Petunia had interrogated him for 3 hours straight when he had gone back to 4 Privet Drive after Sirius\' death. She had actually comforted him in his time of need - she had known and LIKED Sirius Black. He wasn\'t, as Petunia said, \"A Freak like Lily or James. He was nice, and very handsome. I never once saw him do something freakish while he was here!\" When Harry had inquired about what the hell she was talking about, he learned more about his mother and father than he could have ever imagined. It turned out that James Potter had stayed with the Evans\' during the summers between 5th and 7th year. Sirius had often visited both. Petunia meeting Sirius and liking him ... well, that was a strange turn of events.

So Harry was now probably the only person in the castle, besides Filch and Snape. And Remus. Harry cringed as he remembered seeing both his potions proffessor and ex-DADA proffessor both slightly naked. He then blushed; a pink tinge on his cheeks at the thought of what must have been going on when he had arrived. Oh ... and what had happened after he had arrived and Malfoy had strode in with lips tasting of blood. Harry didn\'t actually remember all that much from the night before; it all blurred into blood and cum colored lines and swirls.

Harry sighed. He really needed to find Malfoy. Which shouldn\'t be too hard - he still had Malfoy\'s scent in his mind, fresh. A vampires sense of smell was greater than that of a dog. Sense of taste greater than that of a snake. Thinking of snakes, Harry decided Malfoy\'s tongue felt like a snakes. All slippery and sliding everywhere on his body, finding every part of him and making it sensitized until Harry could hardly stand it. And now, Harry\'s body was reacting to the faint memories. Malfoy\'s slithering - is THAT why they were called \'Slytherins\'? - tongue sliding around his cock, his eyes like liquid silver, burning into Harry\'s own emerald. His cock consumed in that hot, moist mouth that could spit out insults and spells and hexes.

Now Harry\'s body was REALLY warm, and Harry decided that he needed to either find Malfoy within the next .5 seconds, or wank.

He didn\'t see Malfoy. He sighed heavily and looked around for a minute, not seeing anyone else, and settled back against one of the hundreds of cold stone walls lining the halls of Hogwarts. Unzipping his pants - the sound was almost obscene, along with his heavy breathing mixing in the air with the metallic hiss of the zipper. As he had not bothered changing, he was currently going commando and he slipped his erection free with a mind-moan. Harry was too far gone in his own pleasure haze to have explained, but the difference between a mind-moan and a real moan was that only those who had explored in his mind, people who he allowed into his mind, or those select few who had been shown his mind and had been adapted into it, could hear it. Snape, Ron, Alexandriana Kieran and her brother Sevilen, Ryu Hunter, and now ... Malfoy.

The tip of Harry\'s tongue was poking out of his mouth, his head flung back at the wonderful feelings his own hands were giving him at the thoughts of Malfoy and he. And Ryu ... oh. He could imagine his ex-lover -now good friend- and Malfoy together. They would compliment each other to the finest details. Both were sinuous in movements and lithe in figure.

Moaning, both mentally and loudly, his climax came without warning; the thought of Ryu and Malfoy kissing brought him over the edge.

He brought his cum covered hand to his mouth, licking his fingers. He really did like the taste of it, even if it was his own.

Sighing happily and contentedly, he zipped his trousers back up after tucking himself away and thought about what the hell he had been thinking. \"Oh FUCK!\" he shouted into the empty hall, he sounds reverberating off and bouncing every which way. If he\'d been projecting the images while he was wanking to his mind-partners ... \"OhfuckohfuckohFUCKING HELL!\" Harry kicked the wall behind him. Jesus Fucking Christ. Well, Ryu knew that he was interested in others ... Ryu had been the one to change him over the past summer, meeting him once while in London with the Dursleys. The muggles were trying to get a tailor to fit Dudley for his school uniform ... the actual school had no uniforms that would fit the grossly overweight boy.

Anyway, Ryu and he had met ... like fate. Harry snorted at his own stupid romanticism...

*Harry walking into one of the alleyways leading off of the busy street. Crowds were not his thing, even when he was among common muggles who didn\'t give a fuck and knew nothing about him. Ah well, he straightened his back and dug into his pocket. Aha! He pulled out a cigarette and lighter, nasty things they were Harry had been buying them off one of Dudley\'s friends for months, having somehow become addicted to the false calming sensations they gave him. Walking out of the dankness and into the light with the deathstick hanging out of his mouth loosely, he closed his eyes and sighed.

He did not want to be there. Harry would much rather be at the burrow, with Ron. Or in Paris, with Hermione; her parents had taken her with them while they traveled the worlds greatest monuments and art galleries ... she was sure to return with loads of stories and information. Smiling slightly at the image of a flushed and excited looking Hermione babbling on about some Roman painting or sculpture while he listened intently, really thinking about Quidditch or some other thing.

The Dursleys had abandoned him in muggle London for the entire day, Vernon barking out \"here, 9 o\'clock or you can find your own bloody way\" before roughly pushing Harry out of the still moving vehicle.

Spotting no muggles as he turned into the way to Diagon Alley, he stood in front of it for a second. Did he really want to go in there? Harry might see someone from school. Or he could see the entire population of wizards in Britain, his mind concluded as he realized he didn\'t want to be The Boy Who Lived that afternoon. He could play the nameless muggle down to a pat, he had after all been one up until age 11.

A tapping on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughtful trance. Behind him stood a boy about his age with Japanese-looking features. He was probably about 5\'9, wearing worn jeans with a tear in the knee and a black tee shirt.

\"Excuse me,\" the boy said with a distinctly French accent, \"Are you of the wizards?\" The way his words were strung together was a bit odd, but besides that this boy sounded fine. Even if the accent was very sexy, Harry found himself thinking. Then mentally slapping himself after the boy looked at him for a few seconds, waiting for an answer.

\"Er - yes,\" Harry responded. \"Need to get into Diagon Alley, do you?\" The brown haired boy before him shuffled awkwardly, smiling a bit.

\"Please, yes. I am new to this continent and have found none of wizards to help me find this \'Diagon Alley.\' I am in need.\" Harry silently thoght the way his words went together was rather nice, considering all he heard all bloody day were British accents with almost perfect grammar, or no grammar what-so-ever. Harry\'s smile widened and showed the other wizard how to enter the hidden alley. After walking through, the boy looked distressed.

\"What is it?\" Harry asked, concerned. The didn\'t seem to know what to do.

\"Know of, do you, places of blood?\" Harry blinked. Places of blood? Killing grounds? Hospitals - did he need to go to St Mungos? After taking a quick glance to his companion, Harry decided he did look quite pale, even with his darker skin color.

The boy saw his confusion. \"I am in NEED,\" he stressed the last word as though it were very important. Was this guy a fucking druggie? \"No, drugs are not.\" Harry opened his mouth to ask how he knew what he was thinking, then shut it when he saw the other\'s mouth open. What. The. Hell.

\"Gnaaaa - uh. Uh-uh, what\'re ...\" Harry stumbled awkwardly over his words. At one point they had started walking together, perfectly in sync with one another. Harry didn\'t question it. He was too intent on the now closed mouth, where he could see the tiny impressions of sharp teeth into the bottom lip. If he closed his mouth a little more he would bleed.

\"Vampire is what is called by yours,\" he said as they walked past one of the many clothing shops lining the busy streets. People were already stopping to stare at Harry Potter and Nameless Boy, walking so close together that suspicions immediately arose. \'Is he gay? IS he?!\' Smalls wails of disappointment could be heard from several ladies - young and old - who had had their hearts set on conquering Harry Potter or cornering him in a dark room and making him want them.

\"So, you\'re a vampire then? What\'s it like? Is it cool? Is it hard? You need blood NOW? Why? Where do you come from?\" Harry asked all these questions one after the other, only stopping for breath when he thought of something else to add, \"What\'s your name?\" The lighter haired boy smiled and Harry felt his heart skip. For quite a while he had known he was gay ... an odd attraction to Sirius had proven it. Oh, Sirius. Harry looked at his scruffed up shoes regretfully.

\"He is not faulted by you!\" the boy grabbed his chin in his hand roughly, pushin Harry\'s face up to meet his eyes. He had strange eyes, almost as strange as Harry\'s clean-cut deep green grass ones. They were blue, brown, and red from the center out. \"It is not faulted by any - no,\" he cocked his head to the side as if in thought. \"Lestrange.\" After hearing the womans last name Harry shivered. He definitely was going to kill her as soon as possible. Probably right before he blasted away her Dark Lord Voldie with a little flick of his wand, or maybe he\'d set fire to the entire place, wherever it might be, and let them all burn. He\'d set fire to those who escaped. It was a thought to consider.

\"I know, I know.\" Harry said, as he kept his gaze on the boys. Now the irises were almost completely blue and red, the brown being obliterated.

\"I am called Hunter Ryu,\" he said, and Harry\'s nose unconciously crinkled. \"But, place being what is, I am to go by Ryu Hunter. Am I not right?\" he asked anxiously. His eyes were now a war, each iris was a different color. The left being taken over by the ice-blue, the right by the blood-red. \"Vampire I am. It is like being cemented in places I wish were rather not where they were,\" Harry had to take a moment to understand, then Ryu went on, \"and blood I need. Derived from Japan when born, hail from France now.\" He was looking intently at Harry\'s neck, licking his lips. Harry clapped his hands down over his neck, glaring. He accepted that this Ryu was a vampire - in the wizarding world, you just didn\'t lie about that. Vampires were treated as werewolves were - with about as much respect as an animal. But being a vampire was easier to hide, as long as there was a steady flow of blood coming in to them they looked normal.

Ryu looked anything but normal. His fangs were pushing his lip down and drawing two bubbles of blood, while his eyes tried to entrance Harry into something. \"Please!\" Harry moaned, looking into those eyes with a fixed and euphoric expression on his face. Ryu chuckled and moved forward, unaware of the crowds before him. And, suddenly there were hands on them and a \'crack!\' resounded, and they were on different earth beneath their feet. Ryu looked around for a moment, settling on the only other occupants of the room. Harry still writhing and gasping in his arms, and a cute little blond boy off to the side, looking at them as though they were both insane. {Note, this is where Harry\'s memory thing stops, to let you know.}

\"The least you could do is give us a good fucking name! Not snogging The Boy Who Wouldn\'t Fucking Die and biting the hell out of him in THE BUSIEST PLACE IN THE COUNTRY!\" Ryu shook his anger off and looked to the boy in front of him, his eyes closing as his lips whispered foreign words across the pulse in his neck before biting in harshly, ripping several veins open in the process.

Harry was beyond comprehension, was beyond knowing where he was, who he was with. All he knew was that he felt weak ... too weak.

Ryu lay him down on the floor by his side, bringing his own arms around the slim body that was being drained of it\'s blood. It\'s most important Essence. Ryu could hear yelling in the backdrop but paid no attention to the ranting blond.

Harry died, that was for certain. And the blond looked on in horror as the other vampire stood, wiped his lips, and left a parting kiss.

\"The fuck? Who the hell do you think you are, you piece of shite?!\" Malfoy screamed while flying at the killer, who stopped him with a hand held up; a power shield placed with that one hand. He looked in question.

\"Was he not just commoner?\" Malfoy snorted and his eyes teared up. Without Harry-Fucking-Potter, who was going to save the entire world from the crazy-arsed halfblood of a Dark Lord, Voldemort?!

\"Ever heard of Harry Potter? The Boy Who DIED?!\" Malfoy screeched. And Ryu paled considerably, his face going from a flushed brown-red, to a light brown pallor. Ryu, of course knew who the infamous Harry Potter is. Was. Bile crawled its way up his throat and the trail burned its way until he was choking. He didn\'t know this boy, this poor innocent boy, who\'d had his life thrust upon him and it taken away with much more brutality.

Draco Malfoy sighed and put his head into his hands. Pondering what to do with the body of the dead Harry Potter.

... Could they turn him?

No! Draco did NOT want to be in Potter\'s life. Ever. Especially not to be his changer, which was a most intimate thing, and most people were close and friends at least before they DECIDED to have one of them changed so they both would be the same. With a glare at the bumbling idiot that was Ryu Hunter, Draco stalked over to both boys, both dead, and mentally connected with the other vampire, telling him in less than a second what he had to do and that if Harry Potter did not return to Hogwarts school, semi-Happy and mostly alive and functioning well as a vampire, then Draco was going to get revenge.

Not that he CARED about the git named Potter ... but he really didn\'t like the idea of a world with Voldie in reign.*



Me-Notes!
um...little bit of wankage there, eh? Not much else but background and ... angst? Oh whatever! Should I put more of Ryu in there? Maybe some Harry/Ryu?

Aaaanywho, I promise, sex will happen. Most likely soon...It could help if you reviewed a bit...and if you want you can give suggestions. And maybe even invent your own character for me to use in here as a Hogwarts student...just give me the basics (or more) in an email at : toastercake@gmail.com

Sevilen means \"Loved\"
Alexandria means \"Defender of Makind\"
and Ryu means \"Dragon\" ... and Draco means \"Dragon\"...oooer.

WOO! if you want more TELL ME! please? *pleads*

CRAP! i was doing this \"<<\" thingy and \">>\" thingy. it deleted everything between those! so sorry!