Alright... so, if this goes as I bloody well plan it to, this will end up being about 3 books long, 12 chappies each. Each book will be named after one of three Three Days Grace CDs, in order (first being self-titled) and each chapter will be named after songs on the CD, in order. I know so far that the first book will follow Harry, and OMC, Alin (I will put up a link on my profile with a pic on Facebook).

Warnings: Some language, abuse, dark themes, more to be added later.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Three Days Grace owns all rights to "Three Days Grace" and songs therein. I simply own the CD and the rights to Alin.

Three Days Grace

HP Yaoi

by:

Kiyoshi Michi

Burn

Harry

The pain was, plain and simple, immeasurable at this point. There would be nothing but darkness until a sudden flash of white came from the pain. But there were three things that made the situation worse.

One, his healing magick was no longer working and he did not heal.

Two, the beatings were getting worse and worse.

And three, Dudley's friends had developed an affinity for gang rape and he was often their victim.

As it was, Harry was hiding in the park, sitting on a swing and leaning heavily on the chain. His Glamour had dropped shortly after he arrived at the park, but it was well after dark and no one was there to see the numerous bruises and nasty cuts, a great deal of which were infected. He was growing thin, even by his terms, and was starting to get very weak.

It took so much out of him just to get to the park.

"Hello, young one."

It was such a strange accent with such a deep voice, and Harry was curious, so he looked over to see a rather tall man standing on the other swing, smiling down at him. Even in the dim light, he could see the stranger was gorgeous - bright blue eyes, somewhat wild black hair, a very lithe build.

"H-Hello..."

The man started to push his own swing, still standing on it. He was smiling the entire time as well. "I know your magick is no longer working." Harry felt his eyes widen. "I also know how to fix it. But you have to trust me, young Harry."

Harry would have been disturbed if the male did not have such a serene, soft smile. He raised a brow and the stranger shrugged. "I know a great deal about you, Harry. And, if you knew my name and had a history book, you would know a great deal about me as well. I will give you my name, but I need something in return."

"... what?"

"Nothing but trust. We will have to part ways soon, and I regret to inform you that you will be among those wretches for a little while longer, but I will see you tomorrow with help. I need you to trust the fact that I will be there, and that I am only here to help."

What did Harry really have to lose at this point? He nodded and the man jumped off the swing, but never landed. Harry blinked in surprise and stood, looking all around but he did not see the strange man anywhere.

"Alin Drago, nee Draculesti."

Harry turned to say something to the man for his voice was right in his ear, but he was not there. The young wizard furrowed his brows - was that the male's name? It certainly specific if it was, and Harry knew where all his textbooks were. Though it went against everything he had seen in his life to this point, he decided to trust the stranger's words and turned to return to that hell-hole Dumbledore made him go back to every year.

Harry had time alone the very next day as the family disappeared to get Dursley whatever the hell he wanted again. The wizard searched throughout his room and finally found a special history tome Bill had given him right before he left. He searched through the table of contents and his brows nearly shot to his hairline when he read 'Prince Alin.'

"Could this... really be him?"

He quickly flipped through the pages and found a portrait in the beginning of that section and his mouth fell open. It was most certainly the man he had met last night, save he was in clothes from the early 1800s. His curiosity fully piqued, Harry quickly turned the page to read what was written there.

Born in the year 1692, Alin was the fourth child of a well-known nobleman in Brasov, Transylvania. Though little is known about either of his parents, it is agreed that at least one of them was a Vampire, and the other not entirely Human.

In the beginning of his life, Alin's full name was Alin Julius Vasille Serghei Draculesti. Draculesti was not his father's surname; rather, in Transylvania, during the time of Alin's childhood, it was common for children to be given a surname comprised of their father's name and either -escu or -esti. Alin would later drop this surname in exchange for Drago, a first name in Romanian.

Shortly after his birth, Alin was sold to a slaver in Russia and grew up working in a dirty hut where he was often used as a sex slave. Though there is no record of it, Russian legend goes that on the eve of his sixteenth birthday, Alin tapped into the Vampiric blood in him and went Berserk, destroying the hut and the entire village surrounding it, allowing only children and innocent men and women to live.

Afterward, legend continues on to say Alin ran for days, pushing himself deep into the wilderness of Russia, where he met a highly respected Were-Wolf named Khariton. Not much is known of Alin's life after this point until about two hundred years later, when he was spotted in Britain with a man not known to legend.

The man was discovered to be a Demon by the name of Samil Aeron, who was often shunned in his own home for being what he was. The two remained in Britain for a decade before the masses learned of what they were and ran them out, even then suffering the hysteria associated with the Undead and Demons.

Two years later, they were spotted in America, but records show they spent only a year in each state, and Samil left Alin after eight more years. It is here that all records of Alin are lost and his current whereabouts are unknown.

Harry glared. "Why the bloody Hell is he called 'Prince Alin'!"

"Because my father was King of a line Royal Vampires."

Harry startled and looked to the window, seeing Alin sitting there as if he belonged in that very spot, stretched out with a leg dangling out the window. The Vampire turned to him and smirked, and Harry looked in vain for fangs. Alin chuckled and shook his head. "Sorry kid, I do not have any fangs. I do not feed from Humans unless they offer their blood to me of their own free will. Not many will do that, though more will now than when I was young."

"You... you're almost three hundred."

Alin nodded, resting his head on his hand to stare at Harry. "Oh! I almost forgot - here." The Vampire turned and pulled a bag off his waist, tossing it to Harry. "It is all food you can save for awhile, especially since eating it all at once would only cause problems. But first, eat the bread. There is something in there I think you will appreciate."

The green-eyed boy stared at is suspiciously before opening the bag and pulling out a loaf of what seemed to be Italian bread. He broke off a piece and slowly put it in his mouth, chewing carefully and staring at the still smiling Alin the entire time. He paused after swallowing the bread, raising a brow. "What's supposed to happen?"

"Watch your cuts."

Harry stared at a particularly large, infected cut on his forearm and he could have jumped up and down in pure excitement when the infection disappeared and the wound closed up instantly. He looked back at Alin, who was staring out at the sky. "Uh... thank you."

"It was no problem."

"Yes... well, why?"

"Harry, you read only a very tiny fraction of my history, only what they could get their hands on. From what you have read, we are not so different in our life experiences, no?"

"True... but you have suffered it so much longer than I have. I must seem... like a petulant child to you."

Alin only stared at Harry before shaking his head, sighing sadly. "No. I could handle everything thrown at me because I am a Vampire and my goal was to find my father and destroy him. However, it is always hardest on children."

"I'm turning seventeen."

"And I am almost three hundred! You are nothing but a child to me, Harry."

"... I just noticed something."

"Yes?"

"You don't used contractions when you speak."

"Ah... well, that is simply because of the era I was initially raised in. Just remember - it could be worse! You could simply not be able to understand a single phrase that leaves my lips."

Harry rolled his eyes and spent the rest of the night talking with Alin.

A week later and Harry was getting ready to celebrate another terrible birthday alone. The last time he had seen Alin two days ago, he was jumpy and looking fatigued. He did not imagine the Vampire would be coming back for a little while.

He heard when the clocks signaled midnight and closed his eyes, hoping and wishing for a way out of this place. Alin told him it would come soon, but he had no idea how soon 'soon' was. He jumped when he heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall to his room.

No one had ever tried anything this late at night.

He held his breath as the door opened and then let it out in one big relieved sigh. It was only the Vampire, who was smiling at him in a strange way. "Happy birthday, young Harry."

"Oh... thank you."

"Now, I do have a gift for you, but you must follow me, and trust me. Gather all your things, but nothing from that damnable school. Only get what is important to you."

Harry went to ask about what was happening, but the Vampire walked out the door in a flourish, leaving the young Wizard to do as instructed. It did not take him long, and he waited on the small bed for the Vampire to return, staring at Hedwig's empty cage.

"We will get you a new familiar, but understand I am not saying you must replace her entirely. A good friend is something that can never be replaced."

Harry noticed Alin's eyes mist over for a split moment before the Vampire was pushing him to move quickly out the door. As they passed the door, Harry noticed the vague a strange smell that left a coppery taste in the back of his throat. He looked to Alin for some clues, but the man was staring straight ahead, intent on leading the young Wizard from his house.

"Harry..." The boy looked up when they stopped just before the front door. "When we pass through this door, this is the last you will see of this house. You will never go back to the life you had - your friends will be replaced by those who form true, unbreakable bonds with you. You will be loved like you would have been were your parents still alive, and by someone who will love you far above their own life. But I have to be certain - is this what you would like? To start a new life on the day of your birth?"

Harry blinked dumbly and nodded, causing the Vampire to give him a sad smile. "Alright, but please realize that the road there will be long and difficult."

"I know... but I'm used to it."

"... of course you are. Then, let us be off, dear child."

Harry followed the Vampire, vaguely aware of Alin waving his hand behind them, towards his old house. Had he bothered to look before they disappeared into the night, he would have seen a fire start in the room that been Vernon and Petunia's, there to clean up the bloody mess left in the wake of some heinous act.

So... R & R, please. I will continue with this none the less...