Turned

All characters belong to Jk Rowling. I do not profit from these stories.

All warnings and characters are for present and future chapters they will change should I realize something is missing.

This Chapter was moved from it's original place as a flashback as suggested by one of my reviewers from aff.net hopefully it helps the story flow better.

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Harry woke up in a soft bed, wondering where he was. He began to open his eyes when he realized that he should be dead! He lay there wondering how he survived, then noticed something very disturbing. Harry did not have a heart beat. Now he was sure he was dead and just waking up in his after life. He slowly opened his eyes and started to turn his head when he heard someone say his name.

“Harry you are awake. That is very good how are you feeling?” Harry looked over toward the voice he new to be Lucius Malfoy.

“What is going on? If this is my after life some one else can have it!” Harry sat up and attempted to get out of the bed. He all of a sudden felt light headed and wak. He slumped back on the pillows. Settling for throwing Lucius and evil glare.

“Harry you are not dead. You were discovered beaten and slashed nearly to death, you were rescued and brought here to recover. We have a lot to talk about. First of all I will not harm you. When I am done will most likely be on the same side.” Lucius settled on the side of the bed pensieve in his hands.

Harry looked at him with scorn “ I will never be on the same side as you. It was Death Eaters who tried to kill me. If I am not dead then why do I not have a heart beat?” Harry yelled at Lucius who remained calm and poised despite the tirade.

“I want you to view a couple of memories before you decide you do not wish listen to me.” Lucius sat the pensieve down and then dumped a swirling silvery liquid in the bowl. He gestured for Harry to go ahead.

Harry looked at him suspicious of his actions, but curious nonetheless so he leaned in to the bowl until he felt his body being hurtled into the memory, when he landed he stumbled but was caught by a pair of strong arms. Lucuis did not relinquish his hold on Harry even though the boy pulled away from him.

“Harry you are weak allow me to assist you through this.” Lucius said concern in his voice. He knew what Harry was about to face could break him.

“Let’s go and watch from the window, it is the best point of view for this particular memory,” Lucius guided Harry over choosing to remain outside knowing Harry did not need to hear the deaths of his parents. He would be devastated enough just watching his parents being murdered and not by whom he expects.

Harry stood watching through the window leaning against Lucius he hated it but he had to admit he was weak. His breath left his body in a whoosh when he saw who was in the cottage, his parents. Harry turned to Lucius “what are you doing! I see this regularly as it is I don’t need to see this while living it!” Harry lashed out at Lucius who only put his arms around the struggling boy from behind and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“Harry, stop! You need to see this, see the truth before I tell you any more about what has happened, Please?” Lucius spoke calmly and Harry was shocked by the please.

He agreed “ok”.

He did not attempt to move from Lucius arms after that, he felt he might need the support before this ordeal was over. Harry turned back to the window to watch what was going on.

Lily was playing with a very small Harry on the floor and James was speaking with Dumbledore on the couch when all of a sudden the conversation takes a bad turn and the men are yelling at each other. They both stood and pulled their wands. James turned to Lily and points toward the back of the house and yells something presumably telling her to run with Harry. She picks him up and runs; Dumbledore took the momentary distraction and shot the familiar green light at him and then goes to follow Lily and Harry.

They watch for a few minutes watching as another flash of green came from further in the house and then they saw Dumbledore return to the front of the house carrying Harry in his arms. He walked out of the house pointed his wand above the house and incanted “morsemordre!” They stood and watched as a constellation appeared above the house in the form of a skull with a serpent coming out of its mouth. Then Dumbledore apparated away.

Harry stood in stunned silence. How could Dumbledore be the one who killed his parents? He remembers Voldemort being the killer? This is an accurate memory no tampering was done, so it has to be true. Harry’s memory must have been altered. Harry felt torn and betrayed. Had his whole life been a lie? He felt so weak from the nearly fatal beating now seeing the truth he slumped against Lucius’ firm body. “Lucius take me back, please?” His voice came out as a harsh whisper.

“Ok, lets go back and then I will answer your questions after we view one more memory, ok?” Lucius said just before they returned to Draco’s bed.

“I don’t get it they were fighting for him for the Order, why would he kill them and he cast the Dark Mark. I thought they were fighting against each other?” Harry looked up to Lucius imploringly.

“They are fighting against each other, but the fight is not what it seems. We are not really against muggles and muggle borns, we appreciate what they contribute to the magical community, stopping us from dying out. No, we fight for self-preservation. Please lets look at the next memory and then things will be clearer, ok?” Lucius stood and put the previous memory back in a vial and then took another vial out and poured the contents into the pensieve. He leaned over and grabbed Harry’s hand “lets go” they both bent over the shimmering substance and fell briefly before landing in what appeared to be a professors office at Hogwarts. Lucius pulled Harry to him so he could keep him steady as they landed. Harry looked around the empty office. There were familiar items, but a very unfamiliar environment.

“We are in Dumbledore’s office during Tom Riddles time.” Lucius explained.

A much younger looking Dumbledore walked in the office followed by a very pale and nervous looking Tom Riddle. They each took seats on opposite sides of the professor’s desk.

“Tom you said you needed someone to speak to?” Dumbledore said prompting the boy to begin.

“Yes” Tom said hesitating for a moment. “I…well this summer a….oh hell! I am a vampire.” Tom finally spat out in a gush.

Dumbledore sat there face impassive and unreadable mask.

“Sir, please I was in Albania and I was attacked by a rogue vampire and turned. I managed to get home and a couple of friends let me feed from them so I don’t kill. I have made arrangements for feeding while in school a couple of willing human donors and I have a supply of animal blood as well, I am not a threat. I wanted you to know what happened and assure you I am harmless….”

“HARMLESS! You are a monster, an abomination! You are a threat to all you are in contact with! You should be exterminated!” Dumbledore’s face had finally broke the mask and was contorted in rage his eyes ceased to twinkle and were now flashing dangerously. He pulled his wand pointing it at Tom “AVADA…Ahhh!” Dumbledore was on the floor writhing after Tom cast a crucio on him to stop the killing curse.

“I thought I could trust you! Do not mess with me or I will change my mind about the no killing policy!” Tom yelled at the crumpled professor.

Tom turned and left the office.

Lucius still holding Harry pulled him out of the pensieve.

Once back on the bed they sat quietly while Harry organized his thoughts.

Lucius waited a couple of minutes to let what they just observed sing into his brain, then…

“Tom came for me didn’t he?” Harry asked without looking at Lucius.

“Yes Harry he did.” Lucius went on to explain the events that took place that night. “Tom made a quick decision to save your life.” Hoping that Harry would get the connection.

“He turned me.” This was made as a calm flat statement rather than a question.

“Yes he did. He has never wanted you dead, he wanted you to join him willingly, but the situation would not allow it. He truly feels for you. The Headmaster ruined your life much like what he did with Tom. He had to flee for his life, this memory was only the first of several attempts on his life. He returned only to be framed for this Godforsaken war. Tom has come to the committed no murders; they were Dumbledore and his close followers. He wishes the demise of all vampires, so we fight for our protection and rights.” Lucius waited for Harry to think over what he found out. “I will be right back, I will leave you to consider your position while I get you some animal blood for now.” Then he left the room.

Harry sat without moving the whole time that Lucius was gone thinking about his new situation. Dumbledore had lied to him, manipulated him, and used him. How could he trust him now? Tom had felt something off and even tried to save him. Those are not the actions of a psychopathic, sadistic, murderer. Above all of these thoughts he could not get over the fact that he was not dead, but also not alive. He would be a bloodsucker and rely on the willingness of others to sustain him. Who would want to do that? What would his friends and family think? He could not lose Ron and Hermione he would rather drive a stake through his own heart. His thoughts went like this on and on finally he decided that Dumbledore was his enemy and would pay in blood for his parent’s deaths. He would see what Lucius thought about his friends though and find out how you get donors.

Lucius came back in holding a goblet of blood for Harry to drink. He handed it to him without a work and Harry took it. He sniffed it first it smelled sweet and coppery like pennies so he took one small sip testing it and he found that it tasted very good in deed so he quickly drank what was left and handed the goblet back to Lucius.

“So what are you thinking? How are you feeling?” Lucius asked wanting to make sure he was ok, well ok as he can be anyway.

“I will join your side. I want the old coot to pay in blood and at my hand.” Lucius, how do I find someone willing to let me bite them? Aren’t most people adverse to letting vampires suck their blood?” Harry asked after a small pause.

“Well we are working on that for you now. Severus and Draco have gone to get your friends to see if they will be your donors.” Lucius said. He got in the bed with Harry sensing he was a bit distressed after all that he had found out. He crawled over next to Harry and sat down with his back against the headboard. Lucius reached over and pulled Harry so he was sitting between Lucius legs and then wrapped his arms around the boy’s thin chest. Harry leaned back into the warm embrace, he really needed the comfort and Lucius was so different then he had been.

“What will happen with Ron and Hermione? They aren’t going to want to be around me, everyone will be scared of me. How can I go back to school and face my dorm mates?” Harry asked in an anguished voice, tears falling down his cheeks.

“Harry, I won’t say it will be easy but you will be ok. There have been many of us go to Hogwarts. Me, Draco, Severus and we have been ok and had friends. You will not be alone, your friends Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger love you from what I hear when Draco and Severus talk about you. This will not change that. They will be here shortly, please, try and remember what I said. Should the worst happen you now have the community to support you. You know almost all of the Death Eater children they are family now and I can personally guarantee Draco will there for you no matter what. He may have acted like an ass for the past 6 years but I swear to you it has been an act on all of our parts. We have to protect ourselves from Dumbledore. He only has suspicions about who are and aren’t Death Eaters and it would have jeopardized our safety and yours if we had actively recruited you.” Lucius felt guilt like he had never felt before as he tried to rationalize the treatment this child had received at the hands of him and Draco. He vowed then and there to make it up to the boy some how. Lucius felt a tingle in his body from the wards signifying the return of Severus and Draco.

‘Please God let them accept him’ Lucius prayed urgently, he knew the boy would brake if they shunned him.

They sat in companionable silence for what seemed like an eternity before they heard a hand turn the knob on the door.