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 Four


Harry woke and blinked rapidly as he waited for his eyes to focus, his head felt like it was swimming and he looked around in confusion, his vision was blurry and he narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to the side, trying to see where he was and what was on his wrists. He could see the blurry shadow of a figure standing at the end of the bed and he lifted his head up as much as he dared to look

“I – wha?” he said and then whimpered as a fresh wave of dizziness took over him, the blurry shadow in front of him seemed to vibrate and triple before shrinking down but now there were two figures. He let his head fall back onto the pillow and tried to get his head straight. His mouth was dry and he darted his tongue out but even that didn’t help, his mouth opened in an O shape as he looked up at the ceiling and saw purple and pink dancing dots. He giggled at them and tried to point but he couldn’t move his wrists as they seemed to be attached to the bed.

He started to panic at that and his head cleared enough for him to realise his wrists and ankles were tied to bedposts so that he was lying spread-eagled then he saw two blurry figures lean in closer to him. “I was going to wait for this Harry,” a voice purred in his ear and Harry felt the bed dip as the figures sat down and a hand stroked his cheek. “You are such a beautiful animal, my Harry. I was going to wait, I was going to make you my heir, my lover, my equal. I was going to seduce and make you feel these woderful feelings that you have never felt before but now I will have to force you to submit to me.” They whispered again and Harry stared up at them through emerald eyes full of terror and pain.

Another wave of dizziness took over him as the words sank in and he started struggling weakly, not even managing to pull at the chains enough to strain them. He heard that voice chuckle in his ear and he whimpered as he felt hands on his robes. He screwed his eyes shut, swaying slightly under the woozy sensation in his head. He knew exactly what was happening to him, knew exactly what was being said but could do nothing, could not even bring himself to panic.

“No” he whispered and then licked his lips “P-lease, p-please no,” he stumbled around the words and barely managed to shift his body an inch away. “I-I\'ll be go-good, I pw-prom-promise – no-not this” he stuttered, trying hard to get his head around his words and he screwed his eyes shut even tighter as his robes were gently pushed aside, revealing his dark green silk boxers.

He shivered and turned his head to the side, biting his lip and forcing back his tears. He would not show weakness, he would not show him just how much this would break him. He flinched openly when he felt a hand on his chest and then he felt the anger in Voldemort rising for his refusal to cooperate. “I will make you wish you did this willingly,” that voice hissed again and Harry cringed as his boxers were literally torn from him.

The dizziness receded sharply as Harry felt like he was torn into two; he could do nothing to stop the scream as it was wrenched from his throat and yet even then, Voldemort didn’t relent. Harry became aware of everything, the blurriness of his vision disappeared with the dizziness and he tilted his head to the side, unable to look into those red eyes as the dark lord thrust into him sharply, taking away the last of his innocence.

Harry thought of Hogwarts as every fibre of his being felt like it was aflame, he thought of Sirius as he was defiled, thought of Hogwarts as what strength was left in him broke. Harry couldn’t do anything but pray this was all just one huge nightmare. Eventually, the thrusts gentled and Harry could sense what anger had been in the Dark Lord had now abated and a hand cupped his cheek, pushing his head softly until emerald locked with red .

“I’ll never hurt you again Harry if you will just love me and cooperate. Don’t make me force you,” Voldemort whispered. Harry could feel ‘Daemon’ trapped inside his mind, just as he usually was when Daemon controlled him and he couldn’t help but wish their positions were swapped for once.

“What have you done to me?” Harry whimpered and Voldemort smiled, stroking his cheek lovingly. He leant down and brushed their lips together, tightening his hands around Harry’s throat until those lips parted to allow him entrance. He contented himself with exploring that mouth for a minute before he pulled away

“My little vampire. I wanted you and only you, the drug is designed to lock away your…animal, your vampire side,” he whispered and Harry froze, everything at that minute made sense and he had to kick himself for his stupidity. Of course, he had known, deep down, all along that he wasn’t exactly human anymore but a vampire? He knew nothing about them apart from the fact that they have to feed on blood.

So that’s who Daemon was

Now he wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or fall even further into despair. He was a creature, a dark creature that he knew nothing about. If he ever got away from here, he would probably never be allowed into Hogwarts again, his friends would hate him. What the hell was he supposed to do? Voldemort obviously sensed his thoughts because he smiled.

“I know what you want my little pet. I know you want love, I know you want affection and I can give you that, just me. No one else will ever want you, so stay with me, stand by my side, love me as I love you,” he whispered and stroked that cheek again, thrusting in sharply when Harry’s eyes fluttered shut. Harry whimpered and turned his head away again, a tear falling from the corner of his eye. Why should he love the person who has taken everything away from him?

Maybe Dumbledore would still love him? He let Remus into the school both as a student and as a teacher. Maybe the old man would understand and maybe there was a way to make him safe around others like the wolfbane did but he would never know that whilst stuck here. No, he would not willingly love this man, he would never give him his heart.

“Never,” he whispered, unknowing that it came out loud until he felt a sharp slap to his face and then he closed his eyes again as the man stopped mocking love and started aiming to hurt him with every movement. Harry stared blankly at the wall, uncaring, unfeeling. He was broken; he just wanted this to be over.

~*~

Four days now Harry had been strapped to that bed, four days he had had to put up with his body being used constantly, time after time, he had lost count of the times in which he had been violated. Lost count of the injuries he had received when he refused to profess undying love for the man who murdered not only his parents but his hope.

He knew he must look a sight, all bloody, ripped and torn, huge welts and deep cuts over his chest, back, legs and arms from knives and whips. He had also been informed before the beatings actually started that the weapons used against him were charmed, he could not heal magically, not with potions, not with wands, nor by his vampiric healing powers. Nature was forced to run its course and Harry, well; Harry just didn’t give a shit anymore.

It was towards the end of this fourth day when he felt a stir inside himself and knew Daemon was awaking, about friggin’ time to. He did his best not to show any signs of this though as he was entered once again and as the pain shot through his entire body, Daemon woke straight up and Harry shut his eyes as he allowed himself to be pushed into his mind and let Daemon take control.

Daemon looked down at himself, saw the wounds felt the numbness of his body and most importantly, of Harry’s mind and saw the Dark Lord inside him and he snapped. He was just working through a plan of action when he heard something outside the room and he strained his hearing to listen, the Dark Lord was unaware of both Daemons arrival and so it seemed, of the appearance of the Order of Phoenix. He could sense Albus Dumbledore outside the room, could sense many people with him and he heard their whispering commands

Daemon looked up and his eyes met with the red ones of the Dark Lord, he just smiled and waved his hand as much as he could from where it was bound and waited patiently. Then he heard it, the door burst open and Voldemort literally jumped, pulling quickly out of Harry’s body and groping for his wand. Daemon ignored everything that was happening and he snarled, snapping the robes forcefully and jumping down from the bed, baring his teeth as he turned to face everyone.

Voldemort had vanished.

The Order of Phoenix faced Harry carefully, all just staring at him sorrowfully at what they saw but Daemon wasn’t about to trust anyone. He hissed loudly and got into a fighting stance, prepared to save himself if needed. “Let us speak to Harry,” Albus Dumbledore said, taking a step closer and lowering his wand. Most members of the order looked at him as if he was off his rocker but Daemon just snarled again and moved to attack.

“Let us speak to Harry. I promise we wont hurt him – and if we do, ever, we will not stop you for taking revenge. Let us speak to him and then we’ll get him out of here and take him home” he said again, his hands up to show he wasn’t going to attack. Daemon tilted his head to the side carefully and narrowed his eyes

“My Harry” he hissed, “He hurt my Harry, we need strength,” he whispered again. Without hesitation and ignoring everyone else, Snape stepped forward and tilted his neck to the side, pulling down his collar to give him access. Daemon hesitated for a minute and then he reached forward, snatched Snape closer and then backed away from the others, his eyes never leaving Dumbledore’s.

He bit down gently on that neck and was unable to stop his eyes from fluttering shut as he felt his strength return. When he pulled away, his eyes flashed emerald and Harry was back in control. He stumbled slightly and was just caught by Snape and then he looked up, pulling out of contact immediately. Harry narrowed his eyes in confusion, pushing himself into the corner of the room as he looked around to see who was there.

Remus Lupin was stood in the doorway, watching him carefully but with sorrow in his amber eyes. Besides him was Arthur, Charlie, Tonks and Bill then there was Kingsley, Moody, McGonagall and finally Dumbledore and then Snape. He licked his lips as he studied each and every one of them carefully and he jumped back even further, baring his teeth again when Dumbledore made a movement but it was only to hold out some sky blue robes for him.

Harry stepped forward cautiously and snatched the robes from Dumbledore before stepping back again, his eyes watching everyone carefully in case any of them moved. When they didn’t try anything, he allowed himself to relax slightly and he looked down at the robes in his hands, refusing to look at the bed in which he had laid for the past four days.

“Harry? Come on Harry, let us take you home” Dumbledore said softly and Harry’s eyes opened wide and he backed up again until he hit the wall, he clutched his robes tighter, under his knuckles were read and then narrowed his eyes.

“Where is home?” he asked and Dumbledore frowned for a minute before his eyes lit up slightly with understanding. Harry scowled at himself, unable to understand why he had asked that question but for some reason, he was terrified of returning to the Dursleys, or Grimmuald place. Neither of them would ever be his home again

“Hogwarts Harry. Hogwarts is your home now, if you so wish it,” Dumbledore said and Harry managed to relax again. He nodded and pulled on the robes but before he stepped any closer to the others, he lowered his head and bit his lip. This needed to be said in case they reacted as they thought he would when at Hogwarts

“I killed,” he said slowly and Dumbledore nodded, his eyes softening.

“Its ok Harry. I know. Its ok, come, lets get you safe before Voldemort comes back. We’ll talk whenever you are ready and not before. Come on,” he said soothingly, his arms opened wide

“He said he loved me. Said no one would ever want me, in any way but him,” Harry said, still not moving closer and watching them all closely. Dumbledore crouched down, his arms still open in an invitation.

“He lied Harry. I love you like a son, to the Weasleys, you are family and they love you. Sirius loves you and is always watching over you along with your parents. Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley love you and have missed you terribly,” he said and then smiled at the small hope he saw light those dead green eyes. “We love you Harry and will do everything in our power to make sure you are nor hurt again,” he finished. Harry moved forward hesitantly and stepped into those arms. He tensed as they closed around him but Dumbledore didn’t hold him too tightly, to let him know he could pull back at any minute. Harry rested his head on that chest, unable to stop the tears.

“It hurts,” he whispered, “It hurts so much.” Dumbledore tightening his grip marginally and then pulled back slightly and placed the palm of his hand against Harry’s forehead. The last thing Harry heard before he fell into the darkness was a murmured voice saying ‘sleep’

~*~

“We can\'t risk giving him the potion yet Albus,” came the unmistakable voice of Poppy Pomfrey. “No magic can heal his wounds, there is no counter for the charm that was used. An attempt to use magic causes the wound to rip open even more. He will have to feed at least three times daily for the next week if just to keep his strength up,” she said again and Harry opened his eyes to see Dumbledore and Pomfrey stood at the end of his bed, sat besides him though were Snape and Remus, both had their eyes fixed on him.

Seeing that he was awake, Poppy moved forward with a potion in her hand, Harry saw it and his eyes opened wide. He pushed himself back and tucked his knees under his chest and then pressed his forehead to said knee, hiding his face. He started trembling when a hand was placed on his shoulder and he jumped, his eyes flashed gold and then Daemon’s head snapped up, he assessed the situation quickly and then narrowed his eyes and slapped the cup from her hands, watching as it spilled over the floor.

“Do not hurt my Harry, in any way,” he hissed, looking around. Dumbledore approached him cautiously and then sat down on the bed besides him.

“I don’t understand,” he said carefully and Daemon looked at him closely.

“Old Voldie drugged my Harry, locked me up in his mind and put me asleep so it was just him whilst he fucked with our body,” he explained, as if talking to a small child. Dumbledore reached out to touch him and Daemon jumped out of the bed, hissing at him loudly. “You will not touch us,” he all but growled.

“I – ok I’m sorry,” Dumbledore said, putting his hand down and Daemon lifted his head, watching him and the other three man carefully. “May I ask, what is your name?” the old man added and Daemon arched an eyebrow.

“Harry is Harry, I am James and we are both Potter. But, to make it more simple, I call myself Daemon,” he said and then frowned. “Go away, leave us now. All of you, go.” he said firmly.

“Har- Daemon. Do you trust me?” Poppy Pomfrey asked and Daemon arched an eyebrow and looked over at her.

“Trust you with what? I trust nobody with my Harry; I will let none of you harm him. So no, I do not trust you. Not any of you, I trust no one.” He said and then looked at Remus and narrowed his eyes. “The werewolf. My Harry cares for you, my Harry worries you hate him. My Harry knows not of the troubles vampires and werewolves have but he will, when he cares to admit what has happened, what he is, what we are” he said and then frowned.

“We will go. But can you answers me this one question. Another person who is turned, their vampiric self is not so forward as you are, do not take control unless hunting. What is different?” Dumbledore asked and Daemon sighed, still not moving any closer to them.

“My Harry needs looking after, my Harry knew nothing of the change, knew not what he is until a few days ago. Even now he knows very little about what we are. My Harry was alone and he was scared, I had to protect him, he trusts very few people but I will not let him trust, until I trust, not let him speak or touch or love or cry with anyone until I trust them,” he said firmly, getting his message across.

~tbc~