Title: Eyes on Fire
Author: ashleyfanfic
Rating: R to NC-17
Summary: Vampire!Harry Potter! fic.
Pairings: Parvati/Harry, Hermione/Draco,
A/N: This is not betaed.
A/N 2: I wrote this part mainly to establish how it is that Parvati became a vamp in order to set up the trio. You'll probably need to read this part in order to get the rest of it, but I'm not sure how true that will be when I go back and read the other stuff.
A/N 3: "Eyes On Fire" by Blue Foundation is the background song I listened to for writing this part, mainly the turning of Parvati and Harry.
A/N 4: I don't remember if vamps were at the final battle, but let's pretend they were and that Parvati died during it...okay? Ok.
A/N 5: Ignore the grammar, I'd really like comments regarding plot.
A/N 6: I think this part will be a work in progress -- I have a LOT of the after this written, but I'm not sure how I feel about this...



Chaos reigned throughout the field of the final battle. Parvati and Lavender raced across the lawn, trying to make it back to the safety of the castle. Parvati wasn’t sure how they had managed to get so far from it in the first place, but at seeing the people advancing towards them, they knew that their best chance at survival was to get behind the walls.

With it being so dark, Parvati lost her footing on a rock and slid to the ground as Lavender continued running towards sanctuary. She quickly got to her feet again only to be encircled by a pair of arms. She tried to scream, but before the sound would come out, she felt the horrid pain of fangs piercing her skin. She was too stunned to move, to try and fight, and as she felt her world slipping away, she sent up a silent prayer that her family be protected. Life drifted away, leaving dark and cold in its wake. She fell still and promptly died in the arms of her assailant.

It seemed only seconds went by before she opened her eyes to the worst headache she’d ever felt. As she brought her hand to her head, it hit something above her. It was then Parvati realized she was in a box. At the feel of silk around her she realized, to her terror, that she was in a casket! She had died! But why was she alive now?! She shook that thought off and went about trying to get out as quickly as possible. She began pushing, only for it to not work. She couldn’t help the frantic tears that fell from her eyes as she tried desperately to break free. It was only after complete panic set in that she punched at the wood and it splintered allowing dirt to fall in on her. She repeated the action, and when she was completely covered in soil, she started to move and reached upwards, trying to find the top. She felt the cold air hit the skin of her fingers and she realized that it was two heads higher than she was.

She managed, somehow, to find purchase on the ground and went about trying to pull herself out. She wasn’t sure how she was managing, only that she was climbing from the ground with nothing to guide her. She was frantic as she finally freed herself from the ground and rested back on the ground. Her head pounding in ways she couldn’t fathom. She laid back against the headstone as she cried, wondering how they could bury her when she was still alive. She heard a twig break to her left and her head snapped up to see who would be visiting a graveyard at night.

A man, tall, thin, and pale entered her view. He smiled at her and moved closer. “Nice to see you’re awake,” he said as he propped himself on headstone in front of her. “Sleep well?”

She didn’t know why, but she felt incredibly drawn to him. He had to be in his mid thirties, but there was an otherworldly look to him. His skin was pale, his dark eyes standing out in a stark contrast to his skin. Parvati looked at the indention in the ground where she had come up and shook her head. “I don’t…I don’t understand.”

He smiled coldly at her. “You see, my dear, you are mine, now.”

Her eyes widened as fear gripped her. “Are…are you the devil?”

He smirked. “Maybe.” He then stood and extended a hand to her to help her to stand, and then moved around behind her. “I have to admit, that I had initially not planned to turn you. I was just going to kill you and be done with it. However, when you didn’t scream or even fight, I thought that it would be much more interesting to have you around.” Images began flashing into her mind as she remembered arms encircling her and fangs biting into her neck. Her hand flew up to the puncture marks. He reached up a hand and drew his finger over the puncture holes. She shivered in response and felt her body respond to his touch as she would a lover’s. He smiled. “They’re still sensitive, I know.”

She turned to face him. “You’re a…”

“Vampire. As you are now.”

She stared at him wide eyed. “What? You…you made me a vampire?”

He shrugged. “As I said, it wasn’t my original intention. Although, looking at you now, I’m very glad I did,” he said as his fingers trailed down her neck to the v-neck of the dress she was wearing then over to her breast.

“Who are you?”

“Sebastian,” he said with a smile and handed her wand to her, “and I’m your sire.” He pulled her against him and crushed her mouth with his. Her initial reaction was to push him away, but a part of her was screaming at her to let it happen. She wasn’t even sure how, but before she knew it, she was facing away from him, bent over her headstone, and he was inside her, thrusting into her over and over again. He pulled her upright against him as his hands moved up to her breasts. His mouth found the puncture wounds and she was off, screaming her release into the dark night.

He took her over and over again on her grave. She had never felt so free, so able to enjoy it as she did then. It was close to dawn when he finally pulled away from her and took her to his home. It was when she met Claudette. She was rather plain, with brown hair and green eyes, a stark contrast to the ethnic beauty that Parvati was. It was almost instant that she realized that Claudette disliked her.

He led Parvati to his bed, Claudette following behind, as they all stripped out of their clothes and climbed into bed. He took Parvati again, and this time had Claudette join them. Claudette kept scratching Parvati, leaving huge gashes in her skin. Parvati finally had enough and used her wand to bind the other woman to the headboard, much to Sebastian’s amusement. And as her punishment for hurting his new toy, he kept her there the entire night as he continuously took Parvati and made Claudette watch, taunting her about his new plaything.

Parvati wasn’t allowed out of the house for a month, Sebastian would take Claudette with him to get blood for her, as he didn’t trust Claudette not to kill her. It was during that time that Parvati became acquainted with the house, familiarizing herself with all its nooks and character. She loved the house, as did Sebastian. Claudette complained about it, as she did most everything. She would often times try to pull rank with Parvati about alone time with Sebastian, but their sire was quite infatuated with his new protégé, and often swatted down Claudette’s attempts.

*~*

After a month passed, Sebastian decided to take her out on her first kill. “Now listen, my sweet,” he said as she readied herself. “There are a few things you want to remember. Should you hold on too long, you will make them a vampire. You’ll be able to tell if that is coming as the blood will change taste. In terms of witches and wizards, you’ll feel the magic pass to you. I felt it with you.” He pulled her to him and moved his hands over her body, unable to stay away. “Most cases you do not want to do this. It’s easier to just kill them, no strings. But there will be one that you won’t be able to resist turning. It’s our body’s recognition that they’re the ones to set you afire. It will feel as if your blood is boiling within your veins and the only way to satiate it is to claim them.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Tonight will be your first. Now, what type of person are you looking for?”

“Weaker than I am. Possibly female and alone.”

He smiled. “Right.”

“And I’m to hold on until the blood changes taste.”

He nodded. “Very good. And once you succeed tonight, I’ll bring you back here to celebrate. Maybe catch another for us to play with.”

“I’m sure Claudette will be thrilled at that,” she said with a roll of her eyes.

He frowned. “She’s of little consequence,” he said before he stood once more and took her hand in his. “Come along. The night is young and there’s much to do.”

They wandered the streets of London, searching for the perfect target. They were presently making their way down an alley when they happened upon a waitress leaving a restaurant. Parvati noticed her loneliness in the way she carried herself. She was amazed that she could smell the sadness radiating off the girl. She looked to Sebastian who nodded at her. “Well?”

She approached the woman slowly, keeping to the shadows, and right as she gripped the handle to the door of her car, she grabbed the woman from behind, put her hand over her mouth, and sank her fangs into her skin. This was so different. Sebastian had brought her blood in the form of pouches from blood banks. But standing here, now, feeling the power of taking a life and feeding was something completely intoxicating. She could feel the struggle go out of the woman as she drank her down, feeling the blood seep from her mouth. And then it happened, the taste changed, and loath as she was to let go, she did. Her body crumpled to the ground and Parvati stared down at her a moment and relished the power and taste.

She licked her lips, her tongue slipping past the fangs and she was reminded, for the final time, that she was no longer human, but a powerful being capable of taking life, and giving a new one. Every hair on her body stood on end as she felt the need for release and searched for Sebastian standing in the shadows. Her eyes found his and he came to her to take her on the hood of the dead waitress’s car. He licked the blood from Parvati’s lips as his hands tore at her clothes. Their coupling was fast and hard and over quickly before they made their escape.

Parvati felt she could get used to the adrenaline rush, and looked forward to more hunts with Sebastian in the future. And hopefully, without Claudette.

*~*

She entered the parlor after a night of hunting on her own. It was nearly dawn and she was exhausted. A night out on the town did that. Her favorite thing to do was to go to Muggle clubs, find a stupid young lad, use her feminine wiles to get him to follow her outside and then feed. She’d yet to find the one that actually made her blood boil. Sebastian promised that she would find him or her one day. She questioned him on this and said that his own sire was a man. She spent much time mulling that over. She entered Sebastian’s bedroom in time to see Claudette straddling Sebastian, with a stake in her hand, and watched helplessly as she plunged it into his heart. Parvati screamed, startling Claudette off of Sebastian as he turned to ash on the bed.

She rushed to the bed quickly as tears fell from her eyes. She lost the person who had become most important to her. He was her leader and now she was left not knowing what to do. She felt Claudette’s presence beside her and didn’t even look up as she cast a binding hex to the wall. The other girl thrashed and fought and Parvati felt her magic surging through her veins.

She then used her wand and shattered the bed. She took two pieces of wood and fashioned them into a cross. “You’ll pay for your treachery!” she said as she sent the cross to smother Claudette. The other woman’s screams echoed through the house and Parvati took great satisfaction in watching the other woman burn. Once Claudette was dead, she felt empty. The realization that she was now alone was hard to take. As she looked at the house around her, she couldn’t imagine living there without Sebastian.

She set the bed on fire, then quickly left. She knew one house where she could stay and not be bothered until the sun set. She apparated to Godric’s Hollow.

*~*

She found the place incredibly dull. The sleepy little town offered very little in ways of entertainment, but the house surged with power, something the vampire in her loved. She was loath to leave, instead sticking around for a week.

She walked along the streets, receiving curious looks from passers-by. She was a new person in a tiny village. She knew it had to come as quite a shock. But people left her alone and she was happy with that. She hadn’t fed on a human since Sebastian’s death, having grown accustomed to having him near when she hunted. She had gone alone that night because Claudette had raised a stink about having alone time with him, and he finally gave her what she wanted.

Evening had just broken as she walked past the graveyard, as she did on her way towards the village every night and stopped as she felt a pull to the cemetery. She’d never felt anything like it in all her life. Her mouth began watering as she caught the railing of the fence to keep herself from doubling over in pain with the need to feed.

She entered the graveyard quickly, wanting nothing more than to feed on whatever was pulling her. She realized that this person was the one. She felt her blood moving through her veins and tears prickled her eyes with the force and realization that she would no longer be alone.

She entered the graveyard, moving slowly. She enjoyed the hunt more than the feeding. But she suddenly stopped when she saw who the person was. To say she was shocked was an understatement.

Harry Potter stood in front of his parents’ graves, the sadness radiating off him in waves. She tried to move soundlessly towards him, but a twig snapped beneath her foot and she noticed his posture stiffen, smelled the fear, and could nearly taste his blood as his heart sped up. She moved into the moonlight so he didn’t just fire off a hex at her.

He turned, wand in his hand, and faced her. She held up her hands and smiled. “I come in peace.”

He visibly sighed in relief and she almost felt badly that she was going to kill him. Almost, her body reminded her.

“Parvati?” he said confused.

She said nothing as she moved to stand beside him at the graves. “I think they would be proud of all you accomplished,” she said softly.

He continued to look at her. “I hope so.”

She looked to him. “It’s hard…being alone, isn’t it?”

“Well, I’m not really alone…”

“Come on, Harry. No one really understands you,” she said pragmatically. “You experienced things that no one else has or will. You are a unique person in that respect. And very much alone,” she said before she turned to look at him.

He shook his head, obviously trying to shake off the alluring pull he felt towards her. She was happy for the little attribute as it usually made what she did easier. But knowing that she was about to get the one she wanted was turning her on.

“Your friends can pretend that they know you and know how you feel, but they don’t. They never can.” She circled him slowly before stopping at his back and leaned up on her toes to whisper in his ear. “But you don’t have to be alone anymore,” she said before she licked the shell of his ear and her hands came up to rest on his shoulders. They both moaned at the contact and Parvati smiled as she slid her hand around him as she came to stand in front of him.

He was staring into her eyes and could tell that it was getting harder and harder for him to fight against her. She leaned forward and kissed him, to which he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against his body. He dropped the flowers he’d brought as his lips moved over her neck and his hands moved over her body. She moaned into the night and whispered, “You’re mine, now, Harry.”

She gripped his head, and tilted it to the side and bit into his flesh, hearing the gasp. She drank him down, feeling closer to the edge with every sip of him. And when the blood changed, she continued to hold on, drink him down, until she felt the magic pass between her lips. She released him and laid him down across his parents’ grave and licked his lips before she pulled away. She cast a glamour on the puncture marks on his neck, should someone realize that she turned him, and then cast the killing curse on his body. She left the graveyard, cast a glamour on herself, and ran into the village screaming.

“SOMEONE KILLED HARRY POTTER!”

The village followed her to the cemetery where they found Harry laying dead on the ground. Parvati left the village immediately, as she knew that most would suspect the stranger. She wondered around at night, trying to find somewhere new, and empty. It then occurred to her that there was one house known to be empty. She’d heard the story from Neville who had heard it from Hermione.

Voldemort was a half blood. His father was Tom Riddle, a wealthy Muggle. Rumors were the Voldemort lived there briefly after he came back, but then moved into Malfoy Manor. It was her thinking that the house would have been completely abandoned, and an abandoned house meant easy access.

She managed to find its location by breaking into the Ministry and reading over their records. Their charms were set up to keep out the living, but she was the living dead. Completely different. She sorted through the paperwork and eventually came up with a location. She put everything to rights and left.

She made preparations for Harry to join her, rid the house of the dusk and death that hung in the air. She made the bedroom extremely decadent with silk sheets candles to give off a nice glow. She also ventured out to get him some clothes, something a bit more comfortable as well as something that would do better with hunting.

From there, she waited.

*~*

It occurred to Parvati that waiting until the last minute to steal blood from the blood bank may not have been the best idea. She walked through the graveyard. They had buried Harry beside his parents, which she thought would be fitting had he planned to stay in the ground. She checked the time and realized that she was actually late, which could be very bad. She hurried to the grave only to find that the soil had already been disturbed and there were footprints leading away and they suddenly stopped.

“Oh, no,” she murmured. She apparated into Harry’s home, something she would only be able to do if everyone inside was dead. She saw Ron laying in a pool of blood and called Harry’s name. “Harry!”

She moved out of the parlor and found him on the ground, holding Hermione to him and feeding. He looked up at Parvati and dropped Hermione. He advanced on Parvati but the woman didn’t move. She allowed him to pin her to the wall. She licked his lips, which seemed to snap him out of being the animal. He stared up at her as she wrapped her legs around his waist and began working on the fastenings of his pants. She moaned as he filled her and gasped his shoulders as he began thrusting into her hard. She was there in an instant, screaming his name into the house. She leaned forward and licked the puncture marks on his necks and he stiffened as he came.

He lowered them both to the ground, Parvati beneath him as her legs remained wrapped around his waist. He rested his head against her chest and she pulled his mouth to hers, tasting both Ron and Hermione’s blood on his tongue. He began moving inside of her again to which she moaned. She was nearly bent backwards as he sat back on his knees and pulled her hips against his over and over again. She closed her eyes as the feel of his hands moving over her body. She shivered in response to his touch and she moaned. “Harder.”

They spent hours on the floor, Parvati taking from Harry and him from her. After the first two times, he seemed to grow rather timid, but Parvati wouldn’t have it. She wanted him to take her again and again. She wanted him to never stop. She understood now why it was so important for the connection. They belonged to one another and she would do just about anything for him.

It was nearly dawn when she crawled off of him and collapsed beside him. She looked over at him as she stared at Hermione’s lifeless body.

“I did that,” he whispered.

She sighed and nodded as she made him look at her. “It wasn’t your fault. It was mine.”

He shook his head. “I killed my best friends.”

She nodded. “You did. But they’ll be right as rain in a few days, I’d wager.”

He looked over at her, and raised an eyebrow. “You think so.”

She smiled. “How long did you hold on to them? After the blood changed?”

He shrugged. “I don’t really remember.”

She sighed. “I’m sure they’ll be awake in a few days,” she said as she stood and quickly dressed. “Come along, love, let’s get them back to our home and we can play some more.”

He grasped her wrist and tugged a bit. “Why did you do this to me?” he asked sadly.

She smiled. “Because I needed to. I’ll explain later. The longer we stay here the greater the chance of someone else coming in and joining your two friends. You grab Ron, I’ll take Hermione.”

He did as she told him and carried Ron as she carried Hermione. She grabbed Harry’s hand and apparated out of his home he had shared with his two best friends and to the Riddle house. She carried Hermione up to one of the other bedrooms and ushered Harry to put Ron in the one beside Hermione’s. She then took his hand and pulled him down to the bedroom she had prepared for them. She briefly wondered what the events of the future would hold, but she pushed that aside as her new lover went about stripping her of her clothes.