A Thirst For Blood

A Thirst For Blood

Originally written by becca589

Adopted by Kat Potter

Summary : Harry wakes during the summer after his fifth year to find himself in a cell. He remembers nothing that happened after leaving Hogwarts and he\'s changed. Is he going insane or is it something else? Rated for abuse, violence and rape

Characters : Albus, Harry, Hermione, Remus, Ron

Genres : Romance, Dark Fic, Angst

Rating : Death Sentence(NC-17)

Warnings : Sexual Content, BD, Non-con, Violence, Adult Language, OOC-ness, Dangerous Muse, Spoilers

Disclaimer: : I do not own anything in the Harry Potter universe and am not making any money from this whatsoever.

An : Chapters 1-8 belong to becca589, with perhaps a few tweaks of mine. The rest belongs to me.


Chapter Three


Harry pulled on the dark green robes he found in the wardrobe and then sat down at the desk with a book in his hands. It wasn’t the book he was supposed to read as that was still torn to shreds on the floor besides the body of Wormtail but instead it was on called “The rise and fall of the dark arts” he sat with his legs crossed and a careful sort of calm mask pulled over his features. He would need to do this right if he was to do it at all.

Oh he knew it was easy to anger Voldemort, but as it was evident the Dark Lord wanted him for something, he would have to try not to make it so obvious what he was doing. Killing Wormtail could either be a good start or as Harry rather suspected, doing the man a favour. He would have to start with subtly disobeying every order he was given, or not, considering what he had done to the book was more of a “Fuck you” than subtle.

He could hear footsteps drawing closer and when he closed his eyes and concentrated. He could even hear the heartbeat, the blood pumping around those veins and could feel the dark magic that radiated from the man. It seemed Voldemort had arrived and he wasn’t alone either. Harry quickly positioned Wormtail’s body so it as lying across the doorway and he put his book back on the shelf before sitting down again, arms and legs crossed and stared into the fire.

The door opened without so much as a knock.

Harry tensed immediately but he didn’t say anything and he watched as Voldemort stepped over the body, seemingly unfazed and just threw a look of disdain at it. Lucius Malfoy followed his lord and unfortunately was not so lucky. Harry had to bite back his laughter as the man tripped and landed, sprawled all over the body of Peter Pettigrew. Behind him came Snape. The potions master looked from Pettigrew to Malfoy, smirked, and stepped over them both gracefully, coming to his lords side.

“Potter” Voldemort snarled, turning to face him and Harry kept his expression blank, hiding his fear well and fighting the stir he felt deep inside him. “I did not give you permission to feed on my servant,” he said and Harry stared at him, he didn’t even seem angry. Quite the contrary, he was amused and was letting it show. Harry couldn’t fight it anymore and his eyes flashed gold

“You did not say I couldn’t either,” Daemon replied, standing in one smooth motion. He glared at the body again. “Besides, I didn’t feed from him. His blood was just as pathetic as he was. He hurt my Harry…no one hurts my Harry. That blonde, Voldemort. I want him.” His eyes were fixed on Lucius Malfoy as he spoke. The two deatheaters stared at him as if he was insane whilst Voldemort just laughed

“No, Potter. You can’t have him. I see you did not complete your…assignment. Any particular reason?” he sneered and Daemon narrowed his eyes, turning to the Dark Lord. He smirked coldly and sat down again, crossing his legs and picking at the sleeve of his robes lazily. He needed to see how far he could push the Dark Lord and how far he would go before he tried to get them both out of here

“No” he said simply, his eyes flashed challengingly

“You wear my mark boy, you are to obey my orders” Voldemort hissed and Daemon lifted an eyebrow

“You promised me food old man. Nowhere in our deal did it say I had to sit, locked in this godforsaken room, reading shitty books. You said I was to stand by your side, as your heir. I want out of this room, I want food and I want to walk freely in this…house. Then and only then will I obey your orders” he said firmly, never removing his eyes from the Dark Lord. He could feel Harry’s panic as the boy tried to regain control, tried to do anything to stop him but it was too late now, this needed to be done. One day, Harry would see that.

“We shall see about that. Malfoy, throw Wormtail out of the room and then lock the door. Now!” Voldemort hissed and watched as the blonde hurried to obey. Once the door was locked, the three men turned to the boy-who-lived and Voldemort smirked before sitting back, preparing to watch

“Severus, Malfoy. Have your fun. Make him scream, make him cry, make him beg but do not take him. That is for me alone.” Severus stared on in horror. This is where he came to a dead end, was he to torture the Gryffindor golden boy who was quite obviously already insane or was he to run, take the boy with him and get them both killed? Harry watched from inside his ‘prison’ as the smirk on Lucius Malfoy widened, his screwed his eyes shut tight as the words of the Cruciatus were spoken and then pain, like never before.

Daemon refused to scream. He pressed his lips tightly together as he curled up, tucking his knees under his chin on the chair. He did not let out a sound as what felt like white, hot fire spread through his body, setting every fibre of his being aflame. He felt bones crack and old scars rip open and he breathed out deeply through his nose as the curse was lifted. He closed his eyes tight as he was punched and kicked for what felt like hours but he still refused to let out a single sound and he knew Malfoy was getting frustrated.

Each kick grew more desperate, each spell that much more dangerous. Daemon wasn’t aware it was possible for one like himself to bleed so much. It was all getting too much though and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself soon, he could feel Harry’s pain as well so it all felt like it was amplified, he could hear Harry’s screams, could feel him convulsing under the pain and knew it would take just one more curse

“Acer” Malfoy screamed loudly, putting every single bit of power he had behind the spell. Daemon tensed, falling to the floor from his chair and he screamed as what felt like knives stabbed him in his stomach again and again until he could take it no more. He couldn’t stop the tears from falling as Harry was thrust from his mind and pushed back into control of his body. The screams burst from Harry’s lips before he could stop them and finally Malfoy pulled back, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Harry managed to lift his head weakly and he stared at the shell shocked Snape. He knew the man had to do something before his cover was blown and he got himself killed. He forced a sneer onto his face and arched an eyebrow “What\'s the matter Snape, hmm? Should I see what underwear you have on today? Come now, let me make my father proud,” he sneered as he crawled further, pain like the Cruciatus shot through him as he forced himself to lift his arm and brush feebly at the mans robes, he could feel the rage building. His eyes flashed gold again and Daemon came forward, aware of what was happening.

“Come on Snape, give it your best shot you fucking pussy. Am I not small enough anymore hmm? It\'s little boys you like to torture. Did you imagine bending me over your desk and fucking me? Did you imagine me actually wanting you? I think not Snivellus. I have taste,” he sneered and that was it, Snape lifted his wand and snarled at him

“Abscindo,” he called clearly and Daemon paled, curling in on himself as the screams were torn from his lips. Snape drew a line from Harry’s neck to hip and watched, as the skin was literally ripped open. Daemon sobbed openly now but he still refused to beg, he panted as the Potions master pulled away and managed to look up in time to see anger turn to horror and then to understanding in those dark eyes.

“Excellent. Very creative Severus,” Voldemort said smirking as he climbed to his feet. He turned back to Harry and arched an eyebrow. “I will fix the book and you will read it. If, when I return tomorrow, you manage to answer all of the questions I ask you correctly then I will allow you to walk about this house, under guard. Do you understand?” he asked, seemingly amused and Daemon glared up at him

“If you expect me to read, I need blood old man. Get me some food and I shall do as you say” he said, pushing himself up and wincing visibly under the pain. He nodded to Malfoy and sneered. “I want his blood, I will not kill him if you do not wish but as he hurt my Harry mostly then it is only fair he should help fix him,” he said logically and Voldemort rolled his eyes before nodding to Malfoy.

“Give him your arm,” he said firmly. Malfoy stared from Harry to Voldemort and back again, horror clearly written on his face but he stepped forward, hesitating slightly, holding his arm just out of reach. Daemon snarled and he reached forward to grab it, pulling him closer and then sunk his teeth into that wrist. Closing his eyes as the warmth of blood fell through him. He felt his strength return somewhat and the iciness of his insides melted once again. He pulled away as Malfoy fell to the floor and then he stood up, brushing down his robes

“He is not dead, just rather…drained. He will wake depending on whether you heal him or not and give him a blood restorer potion,” he said and then smirked “Can you really call him a pureblood now that nothing but potion enhanced blood will run through his veins?” he asked innocently and then sat at the table and pulled the repaired book into his hands, paying no attention to Snape as the man was forced to drag the bodies out of the room.

~*~

Harry stared down at the book in his hands after the others had left; he was trying to get his head around what had just happened. Why the hell did he have to stick his foot in it like that? He hurt, damn was that an understatement. Merlin, he was scared, terrified even but what else could he do? He pulled the book open and began to read, knowing it contained some of the darkest of arts.

He tried in vein to ignore the ache in his heart that had arrived as soon as Snape had spoken that one word. He knew the man hated him but to be that easy to anger him enough to curse him somehow hurt more than the curse itself. Mainly because they were more alike than either of them cared to admit. Snape was a mystery to him that he wanted to figure out, though considering he couldn’t even understand himself, the chance of him understanding someone as complex as Snape would be a fine thing.

He managed to read through the book three times by nightfall without stopping once. When he was sure he had understood everything as much as he possibly could, he stood slowly and walked into the bathroom. He crawled back under the water and attempted to clear some of the blood away. He was surprised to see most of the wounds were already half-healed and he frowned in confused and then shook his head. He was too weary in body and mind to ponder on things he would probably never know the answer to.

~*~

Harry awoke the next day to find himself completely healed apart from a few bruises here and there. He washed and dressed again before sitting by the fire, trying to warm himself up. He knew now for certain that he wasn’t just going insane, knew that something had happened to him, he had changed.

He sat waiting for the inevitable, he knew in his heart now that Voldemort did not mean to kill him and that alone scared him more than anything, but it also took away his fear. He wasn’t scared of Voldemort, wasn’t scared of pain, not anymore, all he was scared of was life. He sighed and shook his head before pulling the book back onto his knee and he began to read it again. He would get some answers today if it was the last thing he did and if Voldemort kept his word, he was also spy out a way to get out of here.

He frowned when he thought of ‘his’ words earlier. This Daemon character who had just popped up out of nowhere, who was he? Was he seriously a part of Harry’s insanity? Whoever he was, was the reason Harry had that almost insatiable hunger and thirst for blood and yet, he seemed to always come forward for when Harry was scared. Merlin, he must have banged his head really hard.

He did not bother to look up when the door opened, he knew who it was, had smelt him coming so there really was no need to acknowledge him. He looked up though when the book was taken out of his hands and saw that Voldemort had come alone this time, he nodded his head to say that he was ready and Voldemort smirked, settling himself down in the chair across from Harry.

“Name and define all arts of magic” Voldemort said after a minute and Harry sighed before looking into the flames of the fire

“First and most obvious is Light Magic, these are spells, potions and charms designed with no intent to cause harm and ones which cause no pain. Then there are the Dark Arts; I would define these as any curse, spell or potion used with the intent to harm, but the Ministry and most other wizards class the Dark Arts as simply every spell, curse or Potion that is illegal,\" He said and then paused

“Less known is the Grey or Silver Arts, these are a mixture of both, say for example...a levitation charm wasn\'t designed to harm a person, so one would class that as Light Magic, but one could use it with the intent to drop someone over the edge of a building, therefore having the intention to harm which is classed as Dark Arts but as it was designed and created as Light, it’s mixed and is called the Silver Arts.\" Voldemort nodded his approval and waited for Harry to continue.

“And finally, forgotten by most is Ancient Magic, there are spells, potions, curses, hexes...whatever you like...when they are performed wandlessly, if one used the Unforgiveables but with wandless magic, then it would fall under the category of the Ancient Magic because the Ministry has not specified in writing that using wandless magic for the Unforgiveables is against the law.\" Voldemort nodded again and looked at Harry closely.

“But surely, the ministry has ruled it against the law to use the Unforgiveables...they do not specify with or without a wand...it is merely implied ,\" he said, fighting back his smirk when Harry shrugged and shook his head.

“Something being implied is not good enough when it comes to law, one could therefore use the Unforgiveables with a wand and for their defence against punishment, they could merely say that as the law does not specify, they were doing no wrong. The Ministry would have no choice but to release them. Using the Unforgiveables wandlessly is completely different to using them with a wand.”

“How is it different?”

“Simple. When one uses a wand to cast the unforgivables, the power is pulled straight from the core...when someone actually uses a wand, it takes a piece of your soul with it, therefore a piece of your soul goes into the unforgivable curses to strengthen the power. But when one does so wandlessly, magic is not actually channelled through anything, therefore a piece of ones soul is not needed to strengthen the power behind the spell,\" he paused for a minute and frowned.

“For one to use...say the Cruciatus curse, with a wand, that person has to actually want to inflict pain on the victim because a piece of ones soul needs to join the curse but when one uses the curse without a wand, no incantation is needed, no bit of soul joins the spell and therefore the desire to harm someone is not in the least bit necessary. Which is why, in all technicalities, the Cruciatus curse, the Imperius curse and the Advada Kedavra curse performed wandlessly is not only legal but classed as Ancient Magic.\"

“Has there ever been a wizard powerful enough to perform these spells wandlessly?” Voldemort asked, barely concealing his pride as he sat back to get more comfortable and Harry nodded.

“Merlin, for example, was certainly powerful enough to cast the Unforgiveables wandlessly, he was, after all the one to create them...and he did so wandlessly,” he said simply and Voldemort smirked.

“Now why would Merlin do that when he was a light wizard?” he asked, pleased to see that he had in fact chosen the right person for his heir, the book he had given the boy was perhaps one of the most complicated ones he owned when it came to wording.

“Merlin was not a light wizard, he specialised mostly in the Silver Arts though he did...dabble in Ancient Magic. He created the unforgiveables for torture, to use against people who held information he wanted. First he made the Imperius curse, though soon, he found that that curse was not good enough, people could fight it and beat it. So then he designed the Cruciatus curse, this he would use to torture all those who beat the Imperius until he got the information he wanted and finally, he created the killing curse out of pity really, after torturing so many people into insanity, he took pity on them and created a curse that would kill them instantly with no pain whatsoever.\" He said and then paused.

“You know the saying knowledge is power? Well Merlin was one who took that seriously. The Unforgiveables when he used them weren\'t quite...pure enough to be considering the Silver Arts because while he may have created them and used them to beat Dark Lords, they were still designed with the intent to harm and so should rightfully go under the name of the Dark Arts, but the great Merlin could never be seen creating and using magic for the Dark Arts and so he created the same curses but this time with a wand and placed the first lot of curses under a new title called Ancient Magic and that is technically where the wandless Unforgiveables have stayed since,\" he finished and sat back with a smile on his face.

“Very well. You have done as I asked. That will do for today” Voldemort said standing up, he studied the boy in front of him again before nodding. “Your door will be left unlocked and four guards will stand outside. When you wish to wander about, they are to follow you; they are under your command but will not leave you. You will not leave the house, not even to go into the gardens. Do I make myself clear?” he asked and Harry nodded without hesitation. Voldemort looked at him again before he turned to leave but then he paused at the door.

“And Harry, please. When you get hungry, try not to kill any more of my men,” he added, sounding exasperated. Before Harry could answer, he was gone. Harry waited for about ten minutes and then he jumped to his feet quickly and tried the door, actually surprised when it opened. He stepped out into the corridor and turned to face the four robed deatheaters who had jumped to their feet when he came out.

“Remove your masks,” he said and watched as he was quickly obeyed. Two of them he had never seen before in his life, one was Snape. His eyes flashed gold upon seeing Snape immediately and Daemon came forward. He smirked upon seeing Malfoy and stepped up to the blonde, running a finger down his cheek. “.Aww did ickle Malfoy get all fixed up?” he asked, battering his eyelashes innocently. He arched an eyebrow as the blonde bowed and nodded stiffly .

“Yes sir” he replied through clenched teeth and Daemon laughed, throwing his head back.

“Do you see that Harry? We have our very own artificial pureblood,” he purred softly, his lips just ghosting inches from Malfoy’s ear as he pulled back and looked at the two he didn’t know “Names?” he asked, folding his arms across his chest

“Samantha Swan, sir,” the girl said quickly with a bow and Daemon nodded to her before looking at the man.

“Philips my lord, Martin Philips” Daemon nodded again, studying them both warily. Assessing his guards. He had two who looked pretty weak and Malfoy, who would be the only problem if it came to escaping, Snape would let him go. He nodded to himself and turned to the potions master, a smirk twisting at his lips.

“If it isn’t professor Severus Snape. Does Dumbledore know you’ve been a bad boy this year?” Daemon sneered as he reached up and grabbed the mans hair fiercely, pulling his head down until their lips were inches apart. “Harry likes you, personally I prefer the women, but Harry for some unknown reason likes you. Hurt him again and I will kill you so painfully, you will wish you hadn’t been born,” he whispered, not loud enough for anyone else to hear then he walked back into his room and shut the door behind him.

~*~

As the days went on, Harry saw Voldemort only once every two days where he would be questioned on books. Whenever he wasn’t reading, Harry walked out around the house with his four ‘guards’ tailing him. He worked surreptitiously, looking into every nook and cranny of the huge mansion, watching for weak points, least guarded parts, everything. Snape was the only one who realised what he was doing and of course, he said nothing.

It was during his third week of staying in those rooms that Harry decided to act. He was sick of sitting back and waiting, it was time he did something himself. As always when Snape was around, Harry was thrust back into his own mind but this time, he didn’t care. Daemon knew what he was planning and so Harry only had to watch. Daemon smirked inwardly as he read Harry’s plans and then nodded to himself.

As usual, at seven in the evening, he left their rooms for his walk. Snape and the others followed and Daemon loitered about, just dawdling for a while before he just happened to stumble along the one hallway that wasn’t guarded. Moving swiftly, Daemon turned, grabbed Malfoy’s wand and stunned the witch and wizard he didn’t know, he sank his teeth into Malfoy’s neck and held Snape at wand point, daring him to move.

When Lucius fell to the ground, unmoving, Daemon locked eyes with Snape as the potions master tilted his head to the side to give him access and then carefully, he bit down. Drinking only enough to make the man fall unconscious. With that done and still holding Malfoy’s wand, Daemon ran down the hall towards the one window he had a chance of escaping out of. Funnily enough, he only passed two deatheaters on the way, if he found this odd though, he didn’t let it show.

He reached the window not a minute later and lifted his wand, preparing to unlock it. He wasn’t expecting to be stunned from behind and he just managed to let out a curse before he fell to the floor and everything went black.

~tbc~