Disclaimer: I own nothing remotely resembling Harry Potter, that right belongs to JKR as well as others who have rights in that department. However Doriel Janos Lior and Alexander Constantin Lior are from my own mind.

I thought I'd write another HP fic and although I know that many would rather me do a sequel to Shades of Black, I decided to do something else. Harry will be referred to as Harry unless spoken to or about by someone who knows him as Aurel. As with anything else I write I do not appreciate flames and they will be deleted, constructive criticism is welcome as long as it is done in a friendly manner and is helpful. Reviews, no matter how short they are, are read. This story will involve vampires and there will be slash. I don't know yet what kind of relationship Harry will have and am open to most suggestions. With that said, on with the story.

Chapter 1

The day after Halloween, it was a dark night in Surrey and a black haired baby was left alone on the doorstep of Number 4 Privet Drive to await morning when the occupants would awaken. He sniffed softly, was only a year old and had already suffered the loss of his parents. From the shadows a man cloaked in black watched with eyes of midnight blue. Slowly he moved forward, his black cloak flowed out behind him, his robes moved around him, and his hood was drawn, shielding his face from view. He looked down at the child, stopping beside him. Emerald green eyes looked up, curious about the cloaked figure.

"Harry James Potter, the boy who lived." His voice was smooth and soft, "Should I leave you here with these muggles or should I take you away?" He asked the bundled up babe, "Choices, choices. I don't suppose you could give me an answer little one? No, I suppose not." He lowered down to get a closer look, "I don't think that they will take good care of you." Slowly he picked him up, admiring the pale skin marred by that single scar on his forehead. Seeming to know that crying would upset the man holding him Harry remained silent as he was carried away into the shadows.

"Aurel Stefan Lior!" Doriel shouted, he would not have his future progeny, who was also known as Harry James Potter, making a fool of himself.

The now eleven year old boy came to a stop in front of his adopted father. Doriel Janos Lior wasn't a physically imposing man, he was lithe, and although he had visible muscle it wasn't overdone. He was exceedingly pale and the black he usually wore gave him a gothic beauty not many could pull off. Midnight blue eyes took in everything around him in a calculating manner. Pitch black hair fell to his waist, perfectly straight. This was a man to be feared, he was a predator and hunter, living off the one thing that gives life to all, blood.

"Yes papa?" Harry questioned, putting on his most sweet and innocent face.

Even though the two were not truly related by blood they certainly looked as though they were. Harry had the same ebony hair, the same pale skin, but his eyes were a beautiful green. He wore his hair long but it only reached just past his shoulders and was far wilder then Doriel's.

"I just received a message from Julia; do you know what it said?" He questioned, arms crossed over his chest and eyes fixed on the boy before him.

"No papa."

He raised an eyebrow, "She thinks that I have been too lenient with you, not only that but it appears as though you and Nicolae were taking a midnight run through her garden last night."

Harry immediately began chewing on his lip and Doriel knew that he was nervous, "I didn't actually run through it papa." He said softly.

"But you know who did." When he received an affirmative nod he continued, "Why don't you tell me than, hmm? What you say may make me reflect on how I should punish you."

He gnawed on his lip, eyes staring at the ground, "Nicolae, Nadia, and Gina." His voice was soft as he answered.

"Now go to your room and reflect on what you did. I will be up in twenty minutes."

Harry nodded and trudged upstairs. He sighed and opened the door to his room. This room was his sanctuary, done up in black and blue, the only thing he hated was being sent to it. Flopping back on his bed he looked out the open window at the night sky. Cool air blew in, making him shiver happily. He adored those cool breezes, they made him feel good. His eyes closed as he relaxed, thinking about what happened like he was told to. The sound of flapping wings made him open his eyes. A barn owl was perched on the mahogany footboard of his bed, holding a letter. Once the letter was in his hand the owl flew off. The address was written in emerald green ink on thick creamy parchment.

Mr. Harry Potter

Third bedroom on the Second Floor

Lior Manor

Unknown Location

He scowled at the name before shouting, "Papa!"

Doriel was about to enter when he heard the cry. Immediately he threw the door open, "Aurel! What's wrong?" He moved over to him quickly, checking him for injuries.

"This was just delivered to me." He handed him the letter.

Doriel took it, already knowing what it was, "Aurel." He paused, taking a seat beside him, "Remember how I told you that your birth parents were wizards and were killed when you were very little?" Harry nodded, "Well, apparently they wanted you to go to wizard school. Now you have a choice to make. You can stay here or you can go to this school, Hogwarts." He broke the seal on the letter, "Think about it tonight and tomorrow you can give me your answer." He pulled the letter from the envelope and handed it to him.

He nodded, "Alright papa." Slowly he began to read.

Harry took his dinner in his room, still mulling over the letter, not quite sure what to do yet. By the time Doriel came for his answer the next day he was exhausted.

"Alright papa, I'll go." He looked excited even though all he wanted to do was sleep.

"Alright Aurel. You'll need to return a response. Tomorrow we can go get what you'll need." Harry launched himself at him, giving him a hug, "I love you Aurel, now get some sleep. I don't want you getting sick." For someone who could kill without a thought he was rather soft hearted when it came to the boy.

Doriel didn't like going out in the sun much but that didn't mean he couldn't. Vampires were always being accused of being creatures of the night, which is true, but they're nocturnal but that doesn't stop them from going out in the day. It was morning when Doriel came to awaken Harry.

"Aurel, wake up." He shook his shoulder gently, "Time to get ready."

He groaned, opening his eyes, "Papa?" He rubbed his eyes.

"Yes Aurel, time to get up, get dressed. I've laid out some clothes for you." He stroked his hair once before walking out, leaving him to dress.

Doriel was already prepared for their trip into Diagon Alley, dressed in a black robe and his customary cloak, he looked like any wizard. He much preferred plain robes to anything fancy but he knew there were moments when it was required and this wasn't one of them. He himself had been born and raised in the wizarding world, pure of blood he was chosen to be given to a vampire lord when he reached his majority. He closed his eyes and shook his head, banishing the thoughts of his past. He would let Harry go to school, learn what he could, and then he would turn him. It was his intention to keep him out of the battle between light and dark that was going to be waged, he refused to let his future progeny be drawn into mortal struggles. It didn't take long for Harry to come out of his room, dressed in a plain blue robe and black cloak.

"Papa, are we going to Knockturn Alley again?" He asked, smiling, looking excited.

He chuckled, "We'll see. We're going to Diagon Alley to get your supplies and if you behave then we can go to Knockturn. You know what I expect of you when we're out in public." He moved to the fireplace, picking up some floo powder, "We're going to Diagon Alley. You go first." He said, tossing the powder into the fire.

The flames turned an emerald green and Harry stepped in, "Diagon Alley." He said clearly, immediately being whisked away to his destination.

Doriel stepped in after him, "Diagon Alley." Harry was waiting for him on the other side, "Let's be off." He smiled.

The two of them walked into the alley to begin their shopping. Harry had every intention of behaving like a pureblood, that's how Doriel had raised him. He would be courteous and polite and he would be proud.

"Can we get robes first?" He questioned as they walked down the street, the bustle of witches and wizards around them.

He nodded, "Of course." His eyes roamed over the street, settling on their destination.

He stepped inside, Harry beside him, and was immediately greeted by a smiling witch in mauve robes, "Hogwarts robes?" She questioned upon seeing Harry.

"Yes, thank you." Harry replied before being led into the back.

A boy his age was already there being fitted. His hair was so blonde it was nearly white; he looked at hair with grey eyes, "Going to Hogwarts?" He questioned, looking over at Harry.

"Yes, my first year."

The blonde smiled, "I'm Draco Malfoy."

"A pleasure to meet you. What house do you think you'll be in?" He questioned, avoiding introducing himself.

"Slytherin." He replied, "My family has always been Slytherin." He was proud of that fact, "What about you?"

"I'm not sure yet, definitely not Hufflepuff." He was being measured as he spoke.

Doriel was waiting patiently for Harry to be done when Lucius Malfoy walked in to collect his son, "Lucius." He said softly, looking at the aristocratic blonde.

"Doriel." He replied, "It's good to see you again. What brings you here?" He questioned.

"My son is to attend Hogwarts; he's getting fitted for his robes."

Lucius raised an eyebrow, "I didn't realize you had a son."

"Not many do." He smiled as Draco came out, "I shall see you again and we can speak more." Lucius nodded and led Draco out. It wasn't long before Harry came out, "Wand now or would you like to save that for last?"

"Last."

"Alright then." Together they set out to get the rest of his school supplies.

Their first stop was Flourish and Blotts to acquire the necessary books for the coming term. The moment they stepped inside Doriel caught sight of something that made him sneer. A family consisting entirely of red heads was inside. Harry looked up at him then followed his gaze before looking up at him again. The father, or who Harry assumed was the father, looked over, his eyes narrowing. It appeared Doriel's hatred for the family flowed both ways.

"I'm going to go get my books father." Harry said, breaking him out of his glaring match.

"Alright, get what you need." He smiled and Harry walked off.

Slowly he began gathering his books, his eye catching on a few that he would love to have but he hadn't been given permission to shop for anything extra. One of the red heads, the youngest boy by the look of him, was also collecting books. His tended towards the used end of the spectrum though. His eyes lingered on Harry's new books jealously. Harry caught him looking and raised an eyebrow, wondering what his problem was.

"Bloody git." The red head mumbled as he walked past, heading out of the section Harry was currently perusing.

Harry frowned, looking up from the book he was examining, "Excuse me?" He shifted his books so that he could grab the other boy's arm.

He looked down at his hand, scowling, and jerked his arm away, "Get your hands off me. You people think you can tell everyone what to do just because you have money." He sneered, "Well you're wrong!"

He scowled, "Who do you think you are?" He was appalled by the lack of manners this boy had, "Were you raised in a barn? You're the one who was rude to me for no reason." He bit out through clenched teeth, holding his anger in, "Obviously you have no class."

In a flash of movement he went to prove Harry right only to have his arm caught inches before it made contact by one very irate vampire, "Foolish child." Doriel hissed, "You dare to strike at my son?"

"Lior, unhand my son!" The father said angrily, coming around the corner to check on his child.

Doriel glared over his shoulder, "Teach your son some manners Weasley and it won't have to come to this." His eyes flashed gold but the other man didn't back down. A wicked sneer took residence on the vampire's face, "I didn't know you were so foolish, Arthur." He said the name mockingly.

Harry took a small step back. Although he knew Doriel would never hurt him he also knew that dealing with his father when his eyes went gold wasn't generally a safe thing. That tone in his voice frightened him as well, the only other time he had heard it was right before Doriel had torn a man's throat out for insulting his sire.

Weasley growled, "Let him go Lior." His voice was strained; he looked afraid and angry all at once.

Doriel narrowed his eyes and tossed the boy towards him, "Keep your spawn under control blood traitor." He hissed, "Aurel, get your books." Harry quickly gathered his books, "Fools." He hissed under his breath as they went to pay for the books.

Once they had paid they headed out and toward the apothecary, their last stop before getting a wand when a man with greasy hair and a hooked nose stopped them with a word, "Doriel, what a surprise to see you here."

He smiled, "Severus, it's been awhile, hasn't it? I don't seem to have the time lately to catch up with old friends."

He caught sight of Harry gathering his supplies, "Your child?" He questioned.

"Yes, he is attending Hogwarts this year." He paused, "Aurel, come here."

Immediately he moved over to them, carrying his supplies in a pewter cauldron, "Yes father?" He looked over at Severus, "Hello, sir." He bowed his head in respect.

"Aurel, this is Severus Snape, he will be one of your professors."

"It's a pleasure to meet you sir." He smiled, "I look forward to learning what it is that you have to teach me."

Severus nodded, "A pleasure to meet you as well Aurel."

Doriel handed Harry some galleons, "Go pay for your supplies then we'll go get your wand." Harry nodded and went to the counter, "Severus, I would like you to watch out for him. He is going to have a difficult time." He kept his words cryptic.

"Alright. Let us hope he takes after you instead of whatever family you got him from." His words weren't accusatory; he just knew how vampires worked.

"You can be sure that I raised him properly, he has known no other way." He chuckled softly, "Ready Aurel?" He nodded, "We'll see you again Severus." He said before taking Harry out and heading to Olivander's.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, I was wondering when we would see you."

Harry scowled, "But that's not who I am." He paused, "I mean I know that's my birth name but that's not who I am."

Doriel chuckled softly, "Please excuse my son Mr. Olivander, I fear I have not prepared him well enough for this. Aurel, let him do his job, he knows many things."

Olivander looked over Harry's shoulder at Doriel, "Mr. Lior, ebony and dragon heartstring, it's been a long time since you've come into the light, hasn't it?"

"Yes sir, it has." He was very respectful to the older wizard.

He turned his attention to Harry, "It feels like only yesterday your parents were here getting their own wands." He began to pull boxes off their respective shelves.

Finally Harry had his wand, the brother wand to Voldemort's, the one who gave him his scar, "Aurel, since you've been such a good boy we'll go to Knockturn like you wanted." He smiled.

Harry returned the looked happily, "Can we see Alexander?" His eyes were bright.

He chuckled, "Yes, we can visit Alexander, I'm sure he'd love to see you."

"I can't wait!"

Doriel chuckled, taking him down the alley. Harry remained on his best behavior and stayed close. Bad things could happen down Knockturn Alley and he had been raised to be careful. They moved down the street, head held high. Doriel was well known and most everyone knew not to mess with him. Of course there was always the odd person who forgot what he was capable of. Gnarled hands grabbed Harry's arm causing him to cry out in surprise and Doriel to growl. His eyes flashed gold as he moved for the offending hand. Harry pulled his arm away as Doriel grabbed the arm of the one who had dared touch his son.

A hissing voice came from the hood, "Master Lior, I didn't mean to touch what's yours." It coward away from him.

"I should kill you." Doriel growled, "Get out of my sight."

It scampered away, leaving them alone in the street. Harry rubbed his arm, looking up at Doriel. Not a word passed between them as they continued down the street, heading to visit Alexander. Alexander was Doriel's sire and Harry absolutely adored him. Alexander spent part of his time living in Knockturn Alley and the rest in Lior Manor. Three knocks on the oak door that led to the elder vampire's home and they walked inside.

"Doriel, Aurel." Alexander smiled, not moving from his seat in front of a warm fire.

His hair was pure white, falling over his shoulders, perfectly straight like Doriel's, eyes of gold, permanently declaring that he was a vampire, gazed out from porcelain skin, in a perfectly sculpted face. He looked young, which only made many feel more comfortable in his company; the fact that when he was young he knew the founders of Hogwarts seemed to escape them.

Harry immediately launched himself into Alexander's arms, "When are you coming home?" He pouted, settling in his lap.

A chuckle escaped his lips as he stroked Harry's hair, "Soon little one. When you come home for Yule I'll be there."

His pout deepened, "But that's so far away!"

"Poor little one, no worries, perhaps I may take the time to visit you at Hogwarts, I have my ways of getting through wards you know." He smiled and Harry brightened, his pout melting away.

"Oh you will do no such thing sire. He doesn't need you or anyone else bothering him at school." Doriel finally spoke, "He is going to Hogwarts to learn, no meddling." Harry turned his pout on him, "And that won't work on me young man." He looked at his sire, "Please, don't disrupt his lessons. He needs to learn what they can teach him without our interference."

Alexander chuckled, "You know I can't help but check in on my favorite boy. You also know that I will do as I please Doriel." He stroked Harry's hair.

"I know sire, just please, unless it's vitally important."

He smiled at the boy in his lap, "I'll take it under advisement." Harry smiled, snuggling into his lap and laying his head on his chest, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Doriel took a seat beside Alexander, staring into the fire, "He misses you a lot."

"Do you miss me?" He questioned, petting Harry absently.

"You know I do." Came the reply, "You once told me that I was your mate, was that a lie?"

"No, it wasn't a lie. You are my mate, the only one for me. I don't want anyone else but after a few hundred years everyone needs a little space now and then. You know I always come back."

He sighed, "I know but that doesn't make it easier on me or on him. He sees you as part of the family, our family. You helped me raise him, teach him. We both miss you, come home."

"I will but not until Yule. After that I'll stay." He paused, "And no objecting, I have my reasons."

Doriel rolled his eyes, "Yes sire." He smiled at the sleeping boy, "We should be getting home." Gently he took Harry from his arms, "Will you send along his supplies?"

"Yes, get him home and into bed. He's exhausted." Harry snuggled closer into Doriel's chest.

"Thank you sire." He said before taking some floo powder off the mantle and tossing it into the fire, "Lior Manor." He stated. He stepped gracefully out of the fireplace in the main hall, Harry still asleep in his arms. Without a word he went upstairs and into Harry's room. With practiced hands he stripped Harry's robe and got him into his pajamas before tucking him into bed. With a smile he brushed Harry's hair out of his face and laid a soft kiss on his forehead, "Have sweet dreams my child." With that he walked out, closing the door behind him.

Next Chapter: Train rides.

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