DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter was created by JKR, I do not own the rights to any characters, nor do I pretend to.

"Your mother's coming…" he said quietly. "She wants to see you… it will be all right… hold on…"

And she came… first her head, then her body… a young woman with long hair, the smoky, shadowy form of Lily Potter blossomed from the end of Voldemort's wand, fell to the ground, and straightened like her husband. She walked close to Harry, looking down at him, and she spoke in the same distant, echoing voice as the others, but quietly, so that Voldemort, his face now livid with fear as his victims prowled around him, could not hear…

"When the connection is broken, we will linger for only moments… but we will give you time… you must get to the Portkey, it will return you to Hogwarts… do you understand, Harry?"

"Yes," Harry gasped, fighting now to keep a hold on his wand, which was slipping and sliding beneath his fingers.

"Harry…" whispered the figure of Cedric, "take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my parents…"

"I will," said Harry, his face screwed up with the effort of holding the wand.

"Do it now," whispered his father's voice, "be ready to run… do it now…"

"NOW!" Harry yelled; he didn't think he could have held on for another moment anyway - he pulled his wand upward with an almighty wrench, and the golden thread broke; the cage of light vanished, the phoenix song died - but the shadowy figures of Voldemort's victims did not disappear - they were closing in upon Voldemort, shielding Harry from his gaze -

And Harry ran as he had never run in his life, knocking two stunned Death Eaters aside as he passed; he zigzagged behind headstones, feeling their curses following him, hearing them hit the headstones - he was dodging curses and graves, pelting toward Cedric's body, no longer aware of the pain in his leg, his whole being concentrated on what he had to do -

"Stun him!" he heard Voldemort scream.

Ten feet from Cedric, Harry dived behind a marble angel to avoid the jets of red light and saw the tip of its wing shatter as the spells hit it. Gripping his wand more tightly, he dashed out from behind the angel.

"Impedimenta!" he bellowed, pointing his wand wildly over his shoulder at the Death Eaters running at him.

From a muffled yell, he thought he had stopped at least one of them, but there was no time to stop and look; he jumped over the cup and dived as he heard more wand blasts behind him; more jets of light flew over his head as he fell, stretching out his hand to grab Cedric's arm…

"Stand aside! I will kill him! He is mine!" shrieked Voldemort. Harry's hand had closed on Cedric's wrist; one tombstone stood between him and Voldemort, but Cedric was too heavy to carry, and the cup was out of reach.

Voldemort's red eyes flamed in the darkness. Harry saw his mouth curl into a smile, saw him raise his wand.

"Accio!" Harry yelled, pointing his wand at the Triwizard Cup. It flew into the air and soared toward him. Harry caught it by the handle –

And nothing happened.

"Not bloody surprising. Of course they wouldn't make it a two way portkey." Harry quickly chucked the cup to the ground and proceeded to sprint for his life. He didn't know where he was going to run off too. Anywhere but here.

"Kill him!" He heard shouted from behind him.

He was running through the deserted streets of a town called Little Hangleton, if the shop signs were anything to go by. Looking left and right for a place to hide, he saw a turn up to the right.

He took the side street hoping to lose the followers. He hooked the next left so he was still running away from the graveyard. He saw an alley coming up on his right and he ran for it. His lungs and legs were burning from over exertion. He stopped hearing the voices about a minute ago but he didn't want to let his guard down.

He let go a sigh of relief as he leaned up against the brick wall.

And then he realized that he wasn't as alone as he thought he was.

He slowly turned around and saw a dark figure lurking behind him. "Well, what do we have here? A little school boy?"

'Ah shit, thugs! I can't get a break' Harry thought to himself. Before he could even bring his wand up to defend himself, the man was on top of him and pinning him to the wall by his beat up shirt.

"The young always taste better…" The man said with a wicked glint in his eye. The man slowly bent Harry's head so his neck was exposed. He licked his lips and bared his fangs in anticipation.

"Ah SHIT! Fucking vampire!" Harry couldn't do anything but struggle as the vampire bit his neck and started to drink his blood. He could barely even struggle. After spending hours in a maze, fighting a dark lord, and running for his life, he was the most tired he has ever been in his life, mentally, magically and physically.

The man was too enamored with Harry's blood to register what he said. If he did he would have been panicking.

The vampire released Harry and the boy slumped down the wall, resigned to his fate.

The vampire had a slight tinge of guilt and decided to turn the kid. The poor kid was running away from someone and ran into a bigger threat, or so he thought.

The vampire flicked his nail across his wrists, slitting it. Some blood started to flow from the self inflicted wound.

"Drink up childe, if you want to 'live'." He said, poising the bleeding wrist in front of Harry's mouth.

Harry looked up defiantly. "There are some things worse than death. I think becoming a vampire falls under that category.

"Stupid childe, you know nothing of what you speak. This is a gift!" The vampire forcefully brought the wrist up to the kid's mouth.

Harry was still struggling feebly, so the Vampire used his hypnotic aura to force Harry do drink it. The vampire was momentarily surprised that the kid resisted for a few seconds before caving in. Harry could resist the imperious curse, but a vampire's hypnotism is far more potent.

Only after Harry drank a large amount of blood did the Vampire put two and two together. He noticed the thin piece of wood lying on the ground a few feet away.

"No…no…NO!" the vampire cried out, as if he was in pain. In fact he was in a pain, a whole lot of it. "Here's your first lesson kid, listen up because I don't have much time." The vampire ground out through clenched teeth.

"You are going to be the first wizard vampire in 800 years. Mundane vampires like all of us out there never turn wizards, as it costs us our own existence. Some of us live for so long that it seems a waste to sacrifice ourselves in such a manner. It seems I made a fatal mistake in a moment of pity. Even a master vampire like myself can't deny the inevitable. We are, as loathe as I am to admit, abominations to the natural order of the world. A person's magic recognizes that and instinctively lashes out. Your magic is lashing out at me, as I have drunken you blood. I only have minutes left to exist, most wouldn't last 10 seconds. "

He paused for a few seconds to gather his thoughts.

"I do not know what will happen to you after you turn, as I have never met a turned-wizard before. I only have minutes left so listen very carefully. You are going to wake up in 72 hours in a world of shit. You are going to have a massive headache as your brain tries to get used to your heightened senses and skills. You are going to be craving blood, although you will be confused at first. You will hear a person's heartbeat, as you will no longer have one of your own. You only need to feed a few times a month, this means drinking blood from a human. You better get used to it as it is the hand you are dealt. Animal blood will not satisfy you. And remember to heal the wounds after you are finished, as you do not want to kill your host. Leaving punctures or outright killing will only bring attention to yourself. Healing the wound would come naturally to most vampires, but as you can use magic I'm sure you could do it without a second thought. Watch out for the sunlight, as more than a few minutes exposure will kill you. Fire is bad, as is getting your heart ripped out. Naturally decapitation is unhealthy also. Take care kid, you have a great destiny ahead of you. If anyone asks who your sire was, tell them it was Master Aleksey and he made a fatal mistake. I wish you good luck."

Harry listened intently, as best as he could. His consciousness was slowly fading away as the vampire genes started to convert him. The last thing he saw was Master Aleksey giving out a primal roar and flying up into the air with bat-like wings and explode into a ball of very fine dust 30 meters overhead. The dust vanished into the air leaving no trace that the vampire ever existed.

Right before he passed out he thought he heard another primal roar, seemingly coming from himself. He didn't notice the dark cloud escaping from his forehead- right where his scar is.

Back at Hogwarts, the staff, press, and ministry were in a panic. The Cup was apparently a portkey and the two young wizards where wisped away to Merlin knows where. That was 5 hours ago and there were still no sign of them.

There were Aurors combing the maze looking for clues of foul play, and they found several. There were signs of dark magic including two unforgivables, but other than that they were no closer to discovering the culprit.

A certain DADA teacher was looking awfully happy at the turn of events and tried his best to hide his unnatural giddiness, which he was successful in doing. Moody was doing his best to confer with Director Amelia Bones without sounding like a fraud.

It was an hour later when they got a break. A pink haired Auror reported to her superior.

"Director Bones, we have a lead. We traced the portkey to a Graveyard in Little Hangleton. We found Cedric Diggory there- he's dead. Struck down with the killing curse. The cemetery is a wreck. There are blown up tombstones and traces of dark magic all over the place. There was a fight there, but there is no sign of Harry or any other attackers. There was no sign of the portkey, who ever did it cleaned up after themselves."

Amelia bones let out a sigh of frustration. "Very well, continue the search. Look through the nearby muggle town."

It was another two hours later when the same Auror reported back, this time looking grief stricken. "Report Auror Tonks."

Tonks spoke up shakily. "We found him, Harry Potter. He's… he's dead. Cuts and bruises all over the place, and even signs of the cruciatus."

Amelia wasn't one to show emotions, but this news was devastating. The child savior of the wizarding world was dead, a huge blow to all of Britain for sure. "Very well. I'll take the necessary steps."

Naturally it was the biggest news since Voldemort's downfall and it was already in the paper two hours later.

Tri Wizard Tournament Disaster!

Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory found dead!

By Special Correspondent Rita Skeeter.

It is my sad duty of this reporter to report on the greatest tragedy Britain has seen this century. During an unforeseen series of events, the Tri-Wizard cup at the end of the third tasked was a charmed portkey, and it transported both of our beloved champions to a location not revealed to us.

After many hours of panic, a lone Auror reported back with news that they found Cedric Diggory's body obvious hit with the killing curse. There were signs of a great battle at the location, not much more is known than that.

Our savior Harry Potter was not found until two hours later in the nearby muggle village. It seems as if the young champion was trying to escape his foe, but in the end he was done in. His body was found cut and bruised, with signs of the Cruciatus Curse.

When asked if this is the work of Notorious Mass Murdered Sirius Black finally finishing what he started all those years ago, there are no confirmed reports but the Minister says it is highly likely. Our condolences go out to the families.

Sirius Black through the paper onto the ground and let out an inhuman scream.

Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger both burst into tears.

Ginny Weasley was mourning the loss of her prince charming.

Dumbledore was at a loss of words for the first time in his life.

Petunia Dursley let out a sigh of relief.

Harry Potter was lying in a casket being buried next to his mom and dad in Godric's Hollow.

His funeral was attended by hundreds of wizards and witches, if not thousands. Not a single one of them suspected a vampire bite.