Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

In my Darkest Hours	By : ieatmyfeelings Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4174 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own anything affiliated with Harry Potter, nor do I make any type of profit from the writing and posting of my fanfiction

Chapter List
- 11
- 12
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all sadly!

AN: Hey guys we have only one or two more chapters to go after this one, we are in the home stretch now guys! As the title of this chapter states this chapter is mostly conversations. Sorry I know sometimes a chapter of dialog can suck, but this one needed to happen…hope you enjoy!

Chapter 12: Conversations

            “Harry my boy; the Minister is here to see you.”

            Harry groaned, cracking one eye open at the sound of the Headmaster rapping on the bedroom door. “Coming!” Harry called loud enough for the Headmaster to hear him, which caused Draco to waken with a jump.

            “The hell?!” Draco asked groggily as he sat up rubbing the sleep out of his eyes while glaring at the ceiling as if he could feel the harsh rays of the sun beating down on him.

            Yawning, Harry crawled out of bed and walked over to the wardrobe. “The Minister is here to see me apparently; you should go back to sleep. It’s daylight, we won’t be attending classes until after the holidays. Being as new as you are the sun really hurts, I will be back to bed soon.” Harry assured Draco as he got dressed hurriedly.

            With a sigh, Draco got out of bed as well and began pulling on his sleeping pants that had been discarded the night before. “I’m thirsty, I will feed then go back to sleep, do you think it’s safe for me to feed alone?” he asked nervously.

            “You will be fine, it only gets easier.” Harry said smiling over his shoulder at his mate as he opened the bedroom door to the sitting room. “Good morning.” Harry said as he walked into the room to see Dumbledore, Severus and Rufus Scrimgeour sitting around the coffee table, drinking tea.

            “Good morning Harry, Draco, how’d you boys sleep?” Dumbledore asked, eyes twinkling when Draco followed Harry out of the bedroom.

            Harry rolled his eyes at the poorly masked innuendo. “Not nearly long enough, especially for Draco. We are on a different schedule, remember.” Harry said trying to express his displeasure at having been woke up mere hours after going to sleep.

            “So it’s true then?” Scrimgeour asked, before the Headmaster could say anything.

            Harry sighed, knowing where this conversation was going. “So what’s true, Minister?” he asked dumbly as he walked over to the sofa Severus was on and sat down while Draco discretely went into the squibs quarters holding his breath as he walked.

            The Minister glared at Harry then at a smiling Dumbledore. “You know bloody well what, Mr. Potter!” he growled.

            Smirking, Harry shot a sideways glance at his sire before answering. “No I’m sorry I don’t Minister. You see, I haven’t left these rooms for a month while my mate, Draco Malfoy, made his transformation into a vampire. So you see, I haven’t had the opportunity to see what the Daily Prophet has been saying about me; therefore I have no way of knowing what you are referring to.”

            Scrimgeour gawked at Harry, his face going redder by the second. After a moment he turned to Dumbledore who was chuckling quietly. “And you are permitting two dark creatures to reside in the school and attend classes?!” he asked angrily.

            The Headmaster was just about to respond when he was cut off. “Actually Minister, he is allowing three dark creatures to reside in the school; two as students and one as the resident Potions Master. Choose your words carefully before you insult my fledgling and his mate.” Severus said quietly as he took a sip of his tea, never taking his eyes off of the Minister.

            “Explain Dumbledore!” Scrimgeour hissed as his eyes went between Severus and Harry, distrust written clearly on his face; his eyes going wider as a shirtless Draco walked into the living room licking his lips. Draco walked over to the sofa and sat on the arm next to his mate.

            “Oh dear, this is a mess.” Dumbledore said with a smile that indicated he thought this was anything but a mess. “Severus here was turned during the last war as an example to show that the vampires were not going to be used in Voldemort’s war.” the Headmaster said, pausing to wait for the Minister to stop shuddering at the name before continuing. “But Severus is not the one who needs an explanation I assume. Harry was attacked at the end of last school year in Hogsmeade by, ironically enough, the same vampire who created Severus. Since that day Harry has lived with Severus and has been learning how to control himself and his longing for blood. At the beginning of the school year Harry found out Draco was his mate, and they made plans for Harry to turn him over the Christmas break. But unfortunately last month, the same vampire attacked Draco and Harry had no choice but to turn Draco prematurely. I believe that sums it up nicely.” Dumbledore said as he took a sip of his tea and frowned before casting a quick warming charm on his cup.

            Harry turned to Draco and took his hand, knowing that the majority of this information was new to him.

            Scrimgeour was silent for a few moments while he tried to process all the information he had just been given. “So these three, they are not dangerous?” he asked.

            “I wouldn’t say that Minister, but they are not a danger to anyone here. They can control themselves, as can all vampires. The difference is whether or not they want to. Draco, Harry, and Severus all have the desire to control themselves and not harm anyone, so they control their thirst. Other vampires may not be doing so.” The Headmaster said carefully.

            The Minister nodded, taking a sip of his cold tea before speaking up again. “And what of this other vampire, the one who attacked them all, surely he is a danger, what has been done about him?” he asked nervously.

            “He is not an issue any longer.” Severus said calmly, giving the Minister a look that clearly told him what had happed to the vampire.

            “Good, but I am curious to know why he did all of this? Why would he attack Harry? Was he working for He Who Must Not Be Named?” Scrimgeour wondered out loud.

            “No sir he wasn’t.” Harry said quietly, “The night he attacked me, he was ranting about how he didn’t like Voldemort and about how badly the Ministry treats vampires. He said he was turning me because he knew that I am the one who has to kill Voldemort and that the Ministry can’t treat me like scum after I do that. So he was hoping by turning me into a vampire that the Ministry would revise some of their laws. He turned Draco because he thought I was trying to be a martyr by not changing my mate, he didn’t know we were just waiting until holidays.”

            “Good, good, now that that is cleared up I need you to make a statement to the press; you need to put a stop to all these rumors flying around about you being a vampire. Oh I know they are true but the rest of the world does not need to know that their saviour is a dark creature and such.” Scrimgeour said in a hurried businesslike manner.

            Harry sighed sadly, as he heard both Severus and Draco hiss so lowly that the Minister couldn’t hear. “No Minister, I will not do that. I have done a lot of reading since this summer and do you know that I am not considered human or even a creature of human-like intelligence now? It is illegal for me to be at this school, it is against the law for me to be within a ten killometer radius of any wizarding community, I am forbidden my wand, and if I am so much as caught within five feet of any witch or wizard I am to be executed. Those are the current laws pertaining to vampires, they were written in 1410. If that is the treatment I am expected to get by my Ministry, why would I do anything for them?” Harry asked his eyes narrowing with every word. “And before you say that things have gotten better since Umbridge and Fudge were removed, let me remind you that those laws are still in place.”

            The Minister quickly looked away from the angry vampire. “I’m sorry Harry, but these are centuries old laws. I can’t just go changing them willy nilly! They are very practical laws, your kind are very dangerous and all.” He said quickly, and was instantly met with low hisses from all three vampires.

            “Boys settle down.” Dumbledore said cheerily before turning to Scrimgeour. “Now Rufus, you know as well as I, how easily laws can be changed, and these laws were written in a time of ignorance and fear of what was not understood. I am a fairly important person in many of the wizarding courts and I have the power to put forth a motion to change these laws. But think about it Minister, if you reached out your hand to the vampires in a time of war and fear, offering them equality; what that would do for moral? Better yet, if you had young Harry here make a public statement that he is the one fighting for the vampire race, his race, the rest of the Wizarding world would accept it. And it might even the scales a bit, Voldemort has Dementors, Giants, Trolls, and all sort of nasty beings. If we had the vampires on our side, it would be a great help. Their resistance to most spells would be a huge benefit, not to mention their speed and heightened senses.” Dumbledore said, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his face serious for the first time this evening.

            “Albus, you can’t be serious!” Scrimgeour growled as he stood up and started pacing in front of the fire place.

            “If he isn’t, I am.” Harry said rising to his feet and walking at vampiric speed to the Minister. “If you do not make the Unbreakable Vow that you will do everything within your power to amend these barbaric laws, I am done with the war. Why should I fight and risk my life and the life of my mate for a world who has the power to execute me on the spot for carrying a wand?” said Harry with a small smirk at how his preternatural speed disturbed Scrimgeour.

*Two Months Later*

            “Why did I agree to this again?” Harry asked his mate a week later as the blonde picked at a piece of fluff currently offending Harry’s new dress robes. The couple were waiting in a small room off the main atrium of the Ministry of Magic, having just come out of the vote on the vampire laws.

            “You did this to improve our future and the future of all vampires. You did this because you have a hero complex.” Draco said with a smirk as he kissed his mate’s neck gently.

            Harry sighed, he hated public speaking and here he was about to step out in front of hundreds of witches and wizards; the reporters for the Wizarding Wireless Network, Daily Prophet, and the Quibbler and tell them all that he is a vampire and that the Ministry had eliminated all the absurd laws. “All those vampires are damn lucky I made the Unbreakable Vow or else I don’t think I would be able to do this.” he said nervously.

            “You can do this” Draco said softly, as he wrapped his arms around his mate’s waist. “I love you and I know you can do this.”

            Harry smiled, as he felt all the tension leave his body. “I love you too, Draco.” he whispered before leaning in to kiss his mate.

            “Guess it’s time.” Harry sighed before reluctantly untangling himself from Draco’s embrace and walking out of the room they were in. They were greeted by hundreds of voices shouting questions about the mysterious press conference, and quite a few cheers for the Chosen One. Harry made his way over to the small stage that had been erected, quickly stood behind the podium and waited for the crowd to fall silent. As he waited, he looked around the crowd. There were many people he did not recognize and a few he did. He saw members of the Order, former Hogwarts students, and the five leaders of vampire covens that Severus was able to track down. Harry gave a small nod to the ancient vampires at the back of the crowd before pulling out his wand and casting Sonorus on himself. “Good afternoon. I thank you all for joining me here today. I know a great many of you are curious as to what this is about. I am well aware that the Daily Prophet has been printing a great many things about me which have concerned you all and I thank you for caring for my well-being. Over the last two months, I have been working with the Ministry and the Wizengamot to cast aside some rather archaic and barbaric laws which effect a whole race. This race consist of men, women, children, witches, wizards, squibs, and muggles. These people have had all rights stripped from them, the right to an education, the right to a wand if they possess magic, the right to enter any wizarding community, the right to have a conversation with anyone possessing magic. Those are just a few of the restrictions made by the Ministry in the year 1410 and every one of which is punishable by death. These are the restrictions that vampires have had to face for centuries; they have had all their vaults at Gringotts frozen, had all properties and lands seized, have been declared dark creatures of less than human intelligence, have been forced to go into hiding and only come out in the cover of Darkness. These people have been labelled murderers and evil creatures, all because of the acts of a select number. Yes, vampires need fresh human blood to live but contrary to common beliefs they can restrain themselves and not kill when they feed. For the past five hundred odd years, vampires, my people have had to live with these laws.” Harry said, his face calm as the whole atrium burst out in noise. After a few minutes the noise had not died down. “Silence!” Harry yelled, causing the whole room to fall quiet. He let out a nervous breath as he felt a hand slip into his. He turned his head to see Draco standing at his side, the picture of a perfect Malfoy.

            “You can do this.” Draco whispered as he gave Harry’s hand a squeeze and turned back to the crowd.

            “I know this news may come as a shock to you, but I am a vampire, as is my mate Draco Malfoy. We are not going to hide this anymore, and nor do we have to! As of today: February 17^th at 2:10pm we were granted equal status with witches and wizards! All the old laws oppressing vampires are gone!” Harry declared his face beaming with his smile. There was a lot of grumbling from the crowd and a few cheers from the odd vampire or vampire supporter. After a few minutes Harry continued: “While the old laws are gone, there are some new ones that need to be known to all. While we can once again own our own properties, have our own wand, walk down Diagon Alley, and shake hands with the Minister of Magic; there are still a few restrictions which are completely reasonable. The Ministry will begin immediately setting up a house in every wizarding community that will house people willing to be…donors, these people will get paid handsomely for the risks they put themselves at. The Ministry greatly urges all vampires to use this resource, it is free for our kind to use, we may feed on any witch or wizard who offers, muggles are…unrestricted in our feeding. We are held in the same esteem as wizards now, so we suffer the same laws for murder, killing a witch or wizard has the same consequences as it would for them, Azkaban, the Kiss, we will be tried the same as anyone else now. There are more, but I assure everyone they are there for the safety of all involved. Also let me make it perfectly clear, vampire hunting is now illegal, the penalty is the same as if you were to murder another witch or wizard…I must admit that I like that law.” Harry paused as he chuckled at the outraged looks on many of the people in the atrium. “Pamphlets of these new laws and accurate information about vampires will be available here at the Ministry and owls will be arriving at every coven of two or more with the new laws. I thank you all for listening and hope you all share my enthusiasm and hope that this will bring peace between witches and wizards and a better life for all; a life without fear of one another.” Harry sighed as he stepped away from the podium, he had only been speaking for fifteen minutes but it had seemed much longer.

            Just as Harry was about to completely leave the stage, a voice shouted out. “A question if you would, Mr. Potter?” Harry stopped and turned towards the older wizard who spoke up. “How does being a vampire affect the war effort on your end?”

            Harry smirked; this was a question he would gladly answer. “Thank you for asking that, sir. From what I have been told of the last war, Voldemort had about half a dozen vampires on his side; they brought destruction where ever they went and they were only fighting so they could glutton themselves, they had no real cause. At the moment the light has three fully devoted vampires who are fighting for those they love, if two rouge vampires can do that much damage, imagine how much we can do. Any vampire who wishes to join us may find me at Hogwarts, but be prepared to be questioned under Veritaserum about their intentions. We can’t afford any Death Eaters to try and trick us.”
- 11
- 12
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

In my Darkest Hours