Changes of Life

Title: Changes of Life
Rating: NC17 (eventually)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
A/N: *breaths* Well, this is my first hp fanfic I’m posting. It’s based off of a rp group I’ve had for over a year. There won’t be any h/d stuff for a bit, and the sex scene isn’t coming up for a while, but whatever. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.
Takes place after Harry\'s 5th year.
Disclaimer: er... I gotta do this? Hm... characters arn\'t mine, except for Adrian, Nathaniel, and Zachery (sudden mind lapse of how I spelled his name... oops). Past situations arn\'t mine either. Um, in other words, if you\'ve read it in the books by Rowling, it\'s not mine. Okay, that said and done, on with the fic


Plit, plat… plit, plat, ploop. The sound of rain was easy to hear when the normal commotion of the Dursleys was absent. They had gone on a trip for a week to America. Petunia had heard about Disney Land, and just thought her “little Dudleykins would looooove it”.

But of course, Harry wasn’t allowed to go. The Dursleys were upset and angered at his attitude. He barely talked anymore, and when he did, he never said anything nice. Just a ‘fuck off’ or other random phrases of the sort. This would get Vernon to grab his leather belt and hit Harry. Harry, however, did not give his uncle the satisfaction of knowing the pain the hit caused him, and merely growled at him. When Harry could actually growl never really dawned on the boy, or his… family… for that matter.

The hitting was a common occurrence now. It seems Vernon forgot, or merely ignored, the threats in the beginning of the summer. Not like they meant anything anyway, no one came to save Harry.

Harry looked at his completed drawing, looking over it for a double check that there were no major flaws with it. Looked good. The drawing was of a thestral, standing over a dead body in a clearing of a forest, moonlight shining down. The details of the colors were great, and the picture itself was realistic.

Over the few weeks since Sirius’ death, Harry’s tastes have… changed. Taking a liking to the ‘darker side’ as one would say. Not quite in a dark wizard sort of way, Harry was just being who he wanted to be. A part of him that he himself didn’t even know about until it became apparent in his choice of clothes, drawings, and music. To categorize Harry would be a mistake, for he was not really anything. He was just… Harry.

Harry closed his sketch pad and hid it before leaving his room. He went into his cousin’s room and searched through the drawers, frowning in disgust at some of the smells he was picking up from the room.

There, he found it. Money that Dudley no doubt stole from Vernon and Petunia, or asked for, knowing how his aunt and uncle treat Dudley. He grabbed the money, along with the spare pack of cigarettes and lighter Dudley had. Knowing it would piss Dudley off, just made it worth it. Normally Harry wouldn’t steal, but from his family that owed him much already, well, that was an exception, and the only one he would make.

Looking at the cigarettes, with mild interest, curiosity, and an inner want that barely made itself known. He took one out and remembered watching Dudley and his friends smoke once, Harry attempted to light it.

Barely anything. Okay, trying again, he inhaled while doing it, and ended up coughing. Too much at once. Suddenly it was as if his body had a mind of its own, the next puff of the cigarette was executed like any regular smoker. Harry blinked in mild surprise. Lately few things have been changing. Like his growling for example. Or the fact that pain was slowly not hurting as much. He shrugged and left to finish it off on the porch, sticking the pack and lighter in his pocket.

After he was finished, the rain was pouring down, but Harry didn’t care. There were plenty of times when he had to play quidditch in the pouring rain. So he went back inside to grab his broom and invisibility cloak to ride to the nearest shopping center. He needed some new clothes.

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Harry flew, yes flew in the pouring rain, all the way to Diagon Alley. He took out some money from Gringotts and got it exchanged for muggle money, before leaving to a different part of London, finding a store he heard about.

With a few bags of clothes, he decided to have a cigarette break. Stopping outside the next store he would go in, he set his bags down on the ground and leaned against the wall, lighting the cigarette.

Harry heard the door next to him open, and looked at who it was. A man stood there, only looking about 20 or so. He had brownish-red hair, in a normal boy cut, and brown eyes. Nothing too special. “H-hello… were you… um, coming inside… at all… if not, sorry to… bother you, I just…” The boy trailed off, blushing lightly. The guy cleared his throat and straightened his posture. “Sorry, I just came outside to say hi. For some reason, you looked familiar.”

Harry kept his eyes on the guy and ran his free hand through his still messy hair, revealing his scar. The guy, however, didn’t say anything, so Harry figured he was either muggle and didn’t know about the legend-of-Harry-Potter-that-makes-said-person-annoyed-as-hell, or he just didn’t draw attention to it.

“It’s okay. I was going inside, just need to finish this up.” Harry replied.

The guy nodded and went back inside.

Harry finished his cigarette and gathered his bags before entering the music store. He listened to quite a few songs off of CDs, and made a list of the songs that sounded good in a spiral notebook.

“I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce myself.” The guy was back again. “I’m Brian. I work here.” He said, looking quite nervous.

“Harry.” Harry introduced back, giving him a slight curious look as to why he was nervous.

“Do you need help with anything?” Brian asked, seemingly trying to keep his breathing under control for some reason.

“I’m okay, but thanks.” Harry said politely. “I actually have to get going, but next time I’m around, I’ll stop in here.” Harry continued, trying to appease the guy so he could leave without feeling guilty or annoyed or whatever the hell was up with his mood at this point.

Brian smiled. “Okay.”

Harry gave him a smile, which didn’t really suit his inner feeling, and left. Okay, so Brian was annoying. True, he wnly nly being nice and helpful, but Harry just found his nervous and strange attitude to get on his nerves for some reason.

After stopping at a few more stores, Harry left with about 6 black shirts, 2 deep dark red shirts, 3 dark emerald shirts, a 2 black netting shirts, 4 baggy black pants (each a different design or color trim), a pair of black pants (normal cut), a pair of blue jeans, new sneakers and a pair of black lace up boots. He also got a black leather snap-on wristband that had a silver snake on it, and a necklace that was an onyx stone charm on a black cord.

Harry had put on the necklace, and the wristband went on his right wrist. He also threw away Dudley’s old clothes and put on the blue jeans, one of the emerald shirts, and sneakers. He didn’t really want to get into the black just yet. It was pretty hot outside anyway. The other stuff, he shrunk somewhat and fit them all into one bag.

He only had two more places to go to, both were back in Diagon Alley.

First he changed his money back into wizarding money, then he went to a novelty shop. He picked up the small cube and brought it to the counter. Before he paid for it, he asked. “I know it plays music that you want it to, but how do you program it?”

“Simple. Just tap your wand to the cube and say ‘describo’ then the artist’s name, then the song title.” The girl behind the desk answered.

“Can I try it out first?” Harry asked. He had r her heard of something like this before until recently and needed to make sure it worked.

“Okay. To play your songs, tap your wand on it and say ‘auditus’.”

Harry tapped his wand on the cube, saying “Describo Slipknot Duality”. Harry paused for a bit before tapping it again and saying, “Auditus.”

Suddenly he heard the song in his head. It was quiet for the time being, but it was okay. “Alright, I’ll buy it.”

The lady behind the counter smiled and grabbed the instructional paper for it, handing it to him, as he handed her the money. He looked over the paper and stopped the mufor for now and put it in his bag.

His last stop was at a tattoo and piercing place. He wouldn’t trust the muggles, and besides, if you get it done by a wizard or witch, it heals by morning.

“Hello.” The person at the front said with a smile. “Can I help you?” He looked a little surprise but amused to see Harry in this place.

“Yeah, I want three piercings.” Harry answered. He had already thought about it for some time. He also wanted a tattoo; he just didn’t know what of.

“Okay, just fill out these papers here, and we’ll let you know when we’re ready.”

As Harry was filling the papers out, the guy explained to him the process of which they do the piercings. They would be done in the muggle way.

He had gotten his left eyebrow pierced, lip pierced, and right ear cartilage pierced.

Thanking the piercer, he left. The piercings felt a little weird considering he wasn’t used to metal being there, but he’d get used to it.

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By the time he arrived back, he felt as if something was different. Not really wrong, just different.

He looked around the house, but it was dark, he was tired, and there didn’t really seem like anyone entered the house at all, so he just went to his room. His birthday was tomorrow, but what would that really mean at all? It wasn’t anything special. He might get something from Ron and Hermione, but then again he might not. He didn’t get any letters from them at all during the summer so far…

Sighing, Harry hid the bag of things he bought and just went to bed. It was a long day and he could barely think about anything comprehensible right now.

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Harry was running quickly through a town. He had to find him. He could barely think, as the smell of the normal human was on his senses. There he was! The man was fleeing, but was no match for Harry’s speed. Harry caught up to him, grabbed him, and pushed him against a wall. He ignored the man’s protests and sank his fangs into the warm neck.

The next moment, he was no longer in the town. No longer with that man. It was… weird. He was flying, but couldn’t feel a broom. Hisheished his wings, and landed. He picked up a sent on a tree. Whoever he was chasing had been here. Harry growled and clawed the tree before taking off again.

At that moment, he was no longer flying after someone. He just saw a flash of grey eyes before light clouded his vision.

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A mix between a scream and a growl erupted from Harry’s throat and he arched off the bed. He felt pain. Just an immense pain, all over his body. Another scream tore from his throat at the wave of a slightly more intense pain came back. Harry panted on the bed, trying to catch his breath from the screaming. He tried to pull his hands to him, but found he couldn’t.

He didn’t have time to contemplate why as another wave struck his body. When would this end? Harry already felt more than exhausted just from the exertion his body was being put through. Harry let out a weak moan when he had another breathing break. The constant pain wasn’t really hurting all that much anymore, but it seemed as if the waves got worse.

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Meanwhile, another boy of about the same age wasn’t having a good morning either. Not quite as bad, but still not good.

The blond paced in front of his father and mother, muttering to himself.

“Muttering does not suite you, Draco. Please tell us what is wrong.” Narcissa stated, getting tired of her son’s obvious aggravation with no explanation.

“It’s not right, mother. He’s in pain and tied up. He’ll get really pissed.” Draco replied, still pacing. He paused as another wave of pain washed through Harry. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before pacing again.

He had known he was part veela since he was young. He knew his only true mate was Harry at age 13. He had hid this fact because he felt obligated to keep up what became a hatred act. It wouldn’t suite to just stop his outward animosity towards Harry suddenly. Inwardly, he hurt whenever he made Harry feel bad, and it just grew slowly over the time. He had liked Harry; however, he found he liked the Harry of the ending of this past year better.

Draco told his parents about his mate being a boy, he just didn’t tell them who. He had said it ‘isn’t the time to tell yet’. Besides, nothing may happen between them anyway. As far as he knew, Harry hated him. Draco didn’t really think Harry would want him, and Draco wouldn’t force him into anything.

He didn’t really know what was going on with him right now. All he knew was that Harry was in pain, he could barely move due to restraints, and that he was slowly getting angry.

“Why don’t you sit down, Draco.” His mother suggested.

Draco paused again in his task to shave a hole in the floor. “I think it stopped…”

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Harry lay on his bed, breathing and staring at the ceiling. Why did things look differently? He heard someone mutter some words and felt his restraints give. He was suddenly on his feet, looking at the man.

The man had pale skin, and silver eyes. He had long, straight black hair down to his mid-back. He looked to be only about 27, but his expression showed he was much older. “How do you feel, Harry?”

Harry heard himself give a low growl. “Well let’s see. I’ve been in pain, tied to my bed, and now I’m really hungry. But you… you’re not a normal human, and you’re blocking my path to the outside.”

“There are other ways, Harry. Here, chew on this for a while.” The man said, giving Harry a lollipop.

“A lollipop? How’s that supposed to help?”

“It’s a magically enhanced bloodlipolipop.” The man answered with a small smile on his face.

The lollipop was in Harry’s mouth at that. He chewed and licked at it. Surprisingly, it was soft, but didn’t loose form or break off, and his mouth was full of the blood. Also surprisingly, it was *warm*. As if it came straight from a human. “Mmmmm…” Harry let out without meaning to. Suddenly stricken by how this wasn’t normal, he looked at the man. “What’s happened to me?”

“Look at yourself, Harry. You are part vampire and part demon…”

Harry looked at himself and realized the man was telling the truth. He gasped in surprise and sat on his bed, chewing on the lollipop once again. It seemed to calm him from the shock better.

“Your mother was half demon, your father half vampire. Something to know about demons and vampires… even if you’re only part of any, it would be almost as if you were full. I do believe that is how you managed to throw Voldemort off. You have the genes of two powerful creatures in you, each at about full.”

The room was silent for about 2 minutes as Harry took in all of this. The man conjured up something that looked like a mirror, though it seemed to be charmed to still see a vampire’s reflection, for Harry to look in. Harry looked at himself. He had leathery black skin with dark, blood red wings. His eyes were also red; he had pointed ears, and sharp teeth, while still having fangs. He also had one and a half inch claws, and long hair that went down to about his waist.

“Quite an interesting mix, when both sides are apparent at the same time.” Harry heard the man say quietly.

“Hurt like hell, though.” Harry replied.

The man smiled a small smile that was barely noticeable. “You will find that as time progresses, it will eventually not be painful at all.”

“By the way, who are you? I know I can trust you. I don’t know how I know that, I just do, but a name would be nice.”

“My name is Adrian. My last name was left behind ages ago.”

Harry nodded. “You’re a vampire. I can smell it. Speaking of which, is it instinct kicking in? All these new feelings and senses I can make out.”

“Yes. Your senses should be more acute, and it would do you well to appease your feelings. Don’t want you getting into a blood run or blind rage. When going into your demon form, you shouldn’t wear anything, or if you must, something loose or else it may be destroyed. As you can see, your piercings are still there. While demons are magical creatures, what’s done on the human form is done on the demon form. As for your vampire side, I would recommend at least one magically enhanced blood lollipop a day, unless you want to start having human victims, or go into a blood run. Of course, you can always have more than one a day. I will supply your lollipops magically. I recommend you test any other questions you have. That is all I will say for now. Until next time.”

When Harry turned to look at Adrian again, he was gone. Harry eyed the window. He really felt like flying right now, and could really care less if anyone saw him right now. He looked at the mirror again, only this time, he couldn’t see himself. He looked at his hands and still saw them, only they were transparent. Harry smiled and opened the window. Without even thinking, he jumped from his window and shot off into the air.