A/N: this is my first fic, please be gentle. Hope you enjoy it! :3

'blah': thoughts

"blah": talking

Blah: goddess talking

Now Start:

Chapter One

(Harry POV)

He moaned in pain as he sat in the garden. He was supposed to be doing chores but he couldn't exert enough energy to move. 'Ugh. I feel like crap.' He had been coughing all morning. They shook his body with their force. Coughing harshly again he felt faint. 'What's going on? Why does my body feel so weak?' If his relatives caught him doing nothing he would get beaten again. That seemed to be the only way his family would ever get near him. He huffed in annoyance. Harry put a hand on his feverish head and let out another miserable moan.

He was so glad it was the summer; he didn't have to worry about the idiot wizards messing with him. Trying to make him feel obligated to them. A growl escaped his throat and turned into a hacking cough. They wanted him to fight a war for them! He was still in school and had just turned sixteen. How he was considered old enough and strong enough to win a war he didn't think he would ever understand. His body was petite and frail from lack of food and from staying in a broom cupboard most of his life.

Coughing again he laid down by the rose bush he was supposed to be pruning. He really did love the roses. 'Either I'm with wizards who want me to do their dirty work or I'm with abusive relatives who basically treat me as a slave. Hmmm both suck.' He didn't care anymore if his relatives found him he felt like he was dying. The sun hurt his eyes and his chest ached from coughing. He sighed.

Crunch. He went rigid at the sound. He turned his head and noticed a pair of feet beside his resting place. Harry looked up and stared at the face of the man standing in front of him. On his forehead for all to see was a beautiful sapphire crescent moon. On each side of the moon were marks of Celtic symbols. The mysterious man crouched down beside him and touched his forehead with his fingertips.

Harry sighed, 'his touch is cool and refreshing, but who is he?'

"Harry Potter, Nyx has chosen thee. Thy death will be thy birth. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night."

Pain flared where the man touched and Harry let out a wail of pain. The man picked up his writhing body. He tried to struggle but he was too weak. Soon darkness overwhelmed him.

*~*~*~*i'm a line~*~*~*~*

Harry moaned as he shifted on the ground. Leaves were softly caressing his face. 'Wait, Leaves?!'

Harry's eyes snapped open and he bolted upright. "Where am I?"

"You're in my meadow dear one." He swiftly turned towards the voice. Sitting across from him was a beautiful woman. She had long flowing dark hair and cat-like green eyes. She had a crescent moon similar to that mysterious man from earlier.

"That man was one of my own. He was what we call a Tracker. He has the power to mark those I have chosen to become my own." She smiled and her voice wrapped around him and warmed his soul. She reached over and caressed his cheek.

"You probably do not know of this and what has happened to you."

He nodded, "Yes, I'm…" He paused and wondered, 'Should I tell her about the wizarding world?' Harry shook his head, "not from here and am very confused."

Her smile grew sad, "I know everything about you Harry Potter. There's no reason to hold back anything." The woman stood and got closer to him. 'How does she know about me?'

"I am Nyx, the goddess of the night. You are now one of my fledglings. Your body has now started the change into becoming a Vampyre." Her tone grew soft. 'A goddess! Me, a Vampyre!' Nyx felt his distress, kneeled in front of him and grabbed him in an embrace.

"I know of what those dreadful people have done to you, both human and wizard, and I have decided for you to become one of my special children. You will fight but you will be protected." Her grip tightened around him when she noticed him stiffen. "You have much power in your soul and will have very many gifts. My dear one, I claim you as my own son. You will have ties to the elements and many other passions you will find." She leaned back and stared into his eyes, "My time is up. Remember I am always with you, my Dear One." She hugged him tight and then kissed him on the forehead. Harry sighed happily as darkness consumed him again and he fell happily to sleep in the arms of his new Goddess and mother. Harry didn't notice the tingling on his forehead where his mother had just kissed him and the changes it meant.