Hey everyone, this is a remake of my story "Garden Of Eden"

Warning, it will be very different from the other version

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J. K Rowling does.

This won't follow the Harry Potter story line.

Summary: !AU HP/TR Slash Vampire! Tom! Harry Potter's the Golden boy of Hogwarts. Growing up with his godfather Sirius, his life was perfect. He's the best person on the Quidditch team and is the best dueller in his year. The Wizarding world is in a bloody war against vampires and the mysterious vampire king. Tensions at Hogwarts sky rocket as they learn that vampire attacks are getting closer and closer, especially when students begin to go missing. Meanwhile, Harry is having dreams...dreams about a man...who claims that Harry belongs to him. Lemons, vampireness and all that

Pairings: Sirius/Bill, Ron/Hermione, Harry/Draco, Neville/Lavender, Harry/Tom, Lucius/ (it's a surprise but you guys will love this one ;) ), Severus...(this is another one you are going to love) the other couples will be decided as I write

I CLEARLY MARK THE SEXUAL SCENES IN THIS SO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ THEM, THEN SKIP THEM. I DON'T WANT TO GET FLAMED SO JUST AVOID READING WHAT YOU DON'T WANT TO.

Oh and the POV's will change from time to time. If it isn't in first person point of view, then it obviously isn't in Harry's POV.

The Garden of Eden

By xoxlizzie

"And in the end, we will remember

the silence of our friends

rather than the words of our

enemies."

Chapter two- The less we know

I never really received post very much, so it was surprising the day that I got a letter.

My godfather Sirius spoke to me a few times a week via the fireplace so I never received letters from him without prior knowledge of it. The Weasley's didn't typical write to me either, considering that I see them a couple days a month. I thought it could have been Remus Lupin, due to the scratched up exterior of the envelope; but then I remembered that Remus was in the hospital and in no way fit to write letters.

Remus was a best friend of my father's and godfather's, and spends a lot of time at my house in the summer. He was a werewolf though not a particularly good one. When you first think of werewolves, you think of a buff, manly beast that had popped one too many testosterone pills. My 'uncle' Remus was as far from that image as you can imagine. I could compare him to road kill, but that would be rude. Remus's robes were usually worn and ripped, his eyes were usually encircled by dark bags, and he usually had noticeable bruises or scars from his 'time of the month.' All in all, Remus Lupin was about as scary as a monkey with a hammer.

I do sidetrack from my main point a lot though, I was originally speaking about post, and then I got onto the subject of a monkey with a hammer. It's n annoying characteristic, but trust me I have plenty more.

Anyway, I was sitting alone in my bed. My canopy was pulled over so I wouldn't be disturbed. I had a rough week. Quidditch tryouts had gone as I expected them to go, of course. Ron did well and was the best candidate for the position of keeper. He had gotten the spot, which I was grateful for, but I learned something about Ron that day.

A cocky Ron is a douche-bag Ron.

He had been flaunting his position to everyone all week, and to be honest, I was ready to shove a flaming sock full of dung just to shut him up. Well not just to shut him up... also because I would find a perverse pleasure in watching him trying to cough it up. After this week, I think everyone would.

That was why I was sitting alone in my bed, looking for some peace and quiet.

A snowy white owl had flown into the room and fought its way through the canopy so it could sit in front of me. The owl reminded me of Hedwig, which raised my interest. It had a brown, tattered letter tied to its leg. I immediately sat up on my bed and untied the letter; as soon as its burden was gone, the owl flew away.

My curiosity was raging as I observed the letter; my name was messily scrawled on the front. I tentatively opened it and a frayed piece of parchment fell out. It had dirt stains and was torn in a few places. The penmanship was atrocious and smudged. It looked as though someone has written it in a hurry, not caring about its appearance.

I squinted, trying to read the writing.

Harry,

I wish I could tell you so much more than I can but I cannot say anything, not like you'd believe me if I tried. I just had to write this letter to warn you.

Something is coming to Hogwarts... and it will be more dangerous than anyone can imagine.

Especially for you, Harry.

I need you to stay in the castle: please under no circumstance will you leave it?

Everything s changing and it isn't for the good. I have someone watching you though, and they would never allow anything to harm you. I just want you to remember that no one is as they seem... not even you Harry. Remember that.

I love you Harry and I promise you'll meet me one day.

Elysium

!2!

"That's pretty suspicious, Harry," Hermione pushed a piece of her bushy, brown hair behind her ear. We were alone walking toward potions, which was our first class in the morning. It was probably too early for her, she looked like she hadn't slept all night, which concerned me because I knew how upset she was about the ay Ron was acting.

I just shrugged, "what concerns me most is how they said that they had someone watching me. I wonder if they are lying." I hoped they were; because personally, I don't feel comfortable knowing some stranger was watching me.

Hermione sighed and shook her head, "I don't know what to tell you Harry. I don't see why anyone would lie to you concerning something that serious. Maybe you should tell Sirius." She was probably pissed off that she didn't know what the letter meant. That was the annoying thing about her; she just can't accept that she doesn't know anything.

I snorted, "He was probably the one who sent it, as a joke." I didn't believe that. I didn't believe it for a moment but I really didn't want to talk to Sirius like I know Hermione would force me to do. He probably wouldn't even be home, he never is. As the ministry's top vampire hunter, he was always traveling. It wasn't so bad a few years ago, he was usually home; but ever since I came to Hogwarts when I was eleven, he had been sent away a lot more than before. He had said that Brittan was becoming more and more plagued with attacks and it has been growing progressively worse throughout the years. Sirius thinks the King lives here now, but the Minister for Magic won't admit it and take proper precautions.

"Fire-call him tonight," Hermione said flatly.

"He won't be home," I grumbled softly as we neared the potions lab.

"So you'll check and see if he is anyway." Sometimes Hermione could really annoy me, like when she makes decisions for me, like now. I sighed and nodded anyway, just to appease her.

I held the door open for her as we walked into the potions lab, and was pleasantly surprised. The room was completely dark but the ceiling was charmed to show a night sky; there were thousands of tiny stars glittering around a giant pale moon, it was beautiful in my opinion but I have a love for the night.

Professor Snape was sitting at his desk copying something and looked up and glared as we came in. He rolled his eyes as I waved with sarcastic excitement at him. I hated professor Snape and have ever since I first came to Hogwarts, mainly because he hated me. That was what I didn't understand with him, he hated all kids, but the moment he set eyes in me he hated me, when I had done nothing to him. Out of confusion, I automatically hated the man back, though I still prefer him over Riddle. Snape at least was honest and real, he was straight forward with his feelings and didn't pretend to be something that he wasn't; that was why in some ways I respected Snape. I did love to annoy the arsehole as much as I could though.

Because Hermione and I were one of the first people in the class, we were able to choose where ever we wanted to sit. We sat in the back, far away from Snape and the Slytherins who sat in the front. It didn't really matter where I sat though, Snape liked to harass me wherever I was; I mainly just wanted to sit as far away from Draco as I could. Don't get me wrong, I didn't mind being around Draco, it was just awkward considering he would always try to strike up an awkward conversation whenever I was near him. The bitch gets sick pleasure from making me feel awkward.

"Snape isn't very ugly," Hermione commented offhandedly as we took out our materials.

My heart missed a beat and I looked at her with a shocked expression, "Did I just hear you right? Did you just say Snape was handsome?" My tone was incredulous though I felt like laughing, considering it was probably a joke.

The bushy haired brunet frowned disapprovingly at me, "you just want to assume he's ugly because you hate him Harry. If you actually take the chance to look at him... he is kind of beautiful, you can just only notice in the dark."

"Hermione, if the only way you can look decent is if it's too dark for anyone to be able to tell what you look like, then you obviously aren't attractive, " I laughed, refereeing to snape.

The brunet pursed her lips but didn`t reply.

I don't understand the mind of Hermione Granger, I don't think anyone does including Ron, and I don't think anyone ever will. That's what I like about the girl, she isn't boring.

!3!

"Today we will be working with partners," Snape announced, standing up once everyone was in class. His black eyes scanned the class with a look of distaste like he'd bitten into a lemon, which isn't unusual for the old bat. I automatically looked at Hermione but she was scribbling something madly in her book. Leaning over, I tried to read what she was writing but she slammed up book and glare at me. I shrugged and looked away. "I will be picking your partners by the way," Snape added with a sadistic grin.

I sighed, knowing that Snape would never actually be slack and let us pick our own partner. I didn't mind very much, most of the time I was just put with Semus or Dean. I didn't bother paying attention as he read out the partners.

"Potter," Snape looked up from his list with a gleam in his eye, "You're with Longbottom."

Oh shit.

I cast a small smile at Neville who grinned nervously back, trying to hide my disappointment. Neville was the only person worse than me in potions; I couldn't have gotten a worse partner. Fuck I hated Snape.

Neville grabbed his supplies and moved to stand by me.

"How are we going to do this Harry?" Neville asked in desperation, his eyes wide and scared.

I grinned confidently back and patted him on the shoulder, "You worry too much, Nev. I have a plan."

That seemed to cheer the pudgy face boy up as his face relaxed from the frown, "What do you have in mind?"

"We're going to cheat," I replied simply.

Neville bit his lip again and cast a glance at Snape, "but won't he catch us?"

I winked, "That's why we'll be sneaky."

Neville laughed and nodded.

Snape cleared his throat once everyone was with their partner and walked to the front of the class again. His face was hardened into a permanent frown as he inspected each set of partners with an approval. The groups were well put together, every skilled person as placed with someone who weren't as good (except my group of course, we both sucked). I was surprised by one choice though; Hermione was with Blaise Zambini, Draco's best mate. They looked like they were getting along too, they were murmuring quietly to each other.

"The project that you will be working on will take a week," I turned my attention back to Snape once he began speaking again. "It must be done at night, which is why I charmed the classroom to look like this," He beaconed to the ceiling, "It is a replication of last night's sky. Any questions so far?"

I rose up my hand and put on an arrogant smirk. I was pretty pissed off that he was trying to make me fail and I wanted to annoy the piss out of him.

Snape's gaze fell on me and he rolled his eyes, "No questions?" Okay then, the project potion that you'll be brewing is called 'Diepste Verlangen', which is Dutch for 'deepest desire." Snape paused and I glared at him for ignoring my question. He began pacing before the class, carefully holding everyone's attention, "this potion shows you what you desire most in the world, turning it into an image in the potion. Some may not even know that they even desired what they see. For some, this revealation will be wonderful and an incentive to achieve it." He paused and his eyes scanned the crowd and stopped on me, "For others, the revealation could be terrible. I could tear you apart, as it has to others in history."

Snae pe paused for effect before strolling over to the boiling potion which had been sitting on his desk. He grabbed a vial filled with a fizzing, green substance from his robes and tipped two drops into the potion. The potion began spitting though quickly stopped when Snape stirred the contents.

He turned to look at the class. "This is an example of Diepste Verlangen that I have brewed. Are there any volunteers who would like to see what their deepest desire is?"

A few hands shot quickly into the air, a few others hesitantly followed, mine included. Snape regarded everyone for a moment before his gaze flashed on a platinum blond sitting in the front that did not have their hand up.

"Mr. Malfoy, would you like the chance to see what you desire the most?" Snape's gaze softened as he spoke to his favourite student.

I sat up straight; I'd personally love to know what Draco desired the most. Honestly, deep down, I hoped he would desire me the most, which I know he probably doesn't. All we had was a fling, something that meant nothing an never would. I knew it was foolish to wish for more from someone like Draco Malfoy, but I couldn't help but hope. Maybe if we were two different people and Draco wasn't a half vampire who will one day be forced to become one, and I wasn't strictly human, the godson of the most infamous vampire hunter in Brittan, then things would be different. But this was the way things were, and they weren't going to change no matter what I wanted.

Draco cast his eyes down and shook his head, "No thank you professor. I already know what I desire the most," He replied quickly.

For a split second his eyes flashed up to meet mine. His expression was a cold, bored mask. I could see through it though, Draco was nervous. He put on a good front, trying to look cold and emotionless; I could see past the blond's facade though, and was probably the one who actually understood him. The look that he gaze me meant more than it seemed... I ould have to ask him about it later.

Snape's gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before he nodded and turned his gaze on someone else. It landed on Blaise, "how about you Mr. Zambini?"

The dark haired slytherin smirked and nodded, standing up. "I'd love to professor."

Snape nodded and led him over to the caldron, "Just breathe into the potion and it should begin to boil. In a moment, the image will appear."

Blaise nodded and leaned in close to the potion as he breathed deeply into it. With a satisfied smirk, he leaned back up and waited. Secretly, I hoped that nothing would happen and the Snape had brewed it wrong, just to wipe the smug grin off the retard's face. I could just imagine the old bat trying to explain to the class that the potion didn't work because it was brewed wrong; that would be better than ten Christmases.

Sure enough, the potion began to boil.

Fuck.

Blaise's face melted into shock and he blinked a few times, as if he was making sure he knew what he was looking at and it wasn't a joke. I almost wanted to stand up and see what was in the caldron, though Snape would surly yell at me. The dark haired Slytherin's greatest wish was probably to take over as vampire king, every Slytherin was like that.

Without a word Blaise went and sat back down, his eyes glued to the floor with a frown marring his usually handsome face.

Whatever he saw in the potion had obviously left him troubled. I wish I knew what it was, because obviously there was something more to Blaise Zambini that meets the eye, and I was curious to know what it was. The boy had never really bothered me very much throughout the years; he wasn't out-right rude to other houses like Draco or the other Slytherins. He was always just there, always standing with Draco whenever he was tormenting someone, always there but never taking part in it.

Yeah, there was something different about Blaise Zambini. I was going to have to ask Draco about it.

"Harry?" I looked up and nodded at Neville. The chubby-faced boy frowned at me, "We can get our potion ingredients now."

I just nod, watching as Blaise casually slipped a note into Hermione's book.

!5!

The afternoon went fairly well.

Ron was still being a turd, and Hermione wasn't really around much but I didn't really mind. I had a lot on my mind today and just enjoyed being alone. I still kept wondering what the note Blaise had slipped to Hermione had meant. The one chance that I had to speak with the brunet, she had said that it was only a list of ingredients that we needed.

For the first time since I had met her, I knew Hermione was lying to me.

I let the matter go for now though, I knew she was smart enough to make her own choices. I was going to watch her though, in case anything bad was happening. I'm a pretty shitty judge of character, and Blaise may be just as evil as Riddle.

While I'm thinking of him, I might as well mention that Dean is fine. He got out of the hospital wing that night. The nurse never could figure out what had happened to him to cause him to puke, which I kind of expected. Riddle probably used his evil powers to cast an evil spell to punish Dean.

I sound crazy don't I?

Trust me, I'm not.

The day that the everyone finds out that Riddle has a plan to take over the world, is the day I can say 'i told you so'.

"I talk to myself in my head, don't I?" I mentioned out loud. Oh shit, now I'm actually talking to myself. I need a hobby. I was heading back to the Gryffindor tower after dinner, and I was alone. I left early, hoping that if I snuck out quickly no one would come with me. I felt like being alone for a while, but to be honest, now I'm actually kind of lonely.

"I think everyone talks to themselves sometimes. People who don't are weird," A soft voice commented. I just as a blond haired girl came up beside me, a soft smile on her lips.

I grinned back and shook my head, "I don't think you're the best judge of who are weird and ho aren't, Luna." Luna was a year younger than me and in Ravenclaw. She was picked on a lot for how strange she was, though I found her entertaining. Everyone thought she was insane but, To be honest, sometimes she makes more sense than 'sane' people.

She cocked her head, "What makes you say that, Harry?"

I laughed and shook my head, stopping and looking out the window. It was dark out now and the grounds we lit with the light of the moon. I smiled softly at the comforting sight. Luna came up and stood beside me, staring out the window.

"It's a beautiful night out, isn't it?" I grinned as I watched an owl fly across the sky.

The blond girl nodded, "I think the night is more beautiful than the day. No one else thinks so though, all because people are afraid of the night."

"And you're not?" I raised an eyebrow.

She looked and me and smiled, calmly shaking her head. "Of course not, there`s nothing to fear out there that you shouldn`t fear during the day."

I grinned playfully, "What about vampires."

The blond girl just shrugged and stared back out the window. A gentle breeze blew through her hair and she sighed softly, `Harry, I think vampires are misjudged. " She stated plainly, her voice determined.

I laughed at that, "how so"

She frowned at me and shook her head,"Never mind. " With that, she glared at me then stomped away in the direction of the Ravenclaw tower.

What the hell!

I sighed and closed my eyes, running a hand through my hair. I had no clue what I said that could have offended her, and I was so glad that I was gay. Girls were too high maintenance and way too confusing. Guys were upfront with things and would let you know what you did. Guys were so much easier to handle.

I shook my head and opened my eyes, gazing one last time at the grounds. I was about to turn around until I saw something that made me pause.

There was a dark figure walking across the grounds, toward the forest.

My heart beat faster as I squinted out to see what it was. It was definitely a person, though I couldn`t make out any details, I could only see their general form. The forest was deadly at night, it was full of dark magical creatures. It was where you went if you wanted to die a painful death. Why would someone from the school be going into it calmly?

I leaned out, trying to figure out who it was.

Abruptly, the figure paused and turned around to face the castle.

I couldn`t tell completely, but I think whoever it was looked back up at me.

I just stared, unable to look away, even as they turned around and walked calmly toward the forest until they were swallowed by the darkness.

What the hell was going on?

!6!

The Gryffindor tower was silent when I got back.

A fire was crackling merrily, even though there was no one around to enjoy it. It seemed like a pity to me, but I just sighed and trudged up to my room. Maybe I could grab a quick shower before the other guys got back and piss me off.

I sound pretty anti-social, don`t I?

I`m not though, I promise.

When I got back up to the room, I heard a soft weeping.

Frowning, I slowly opened up the door. I hoped a girl hadn`t come into our room and ruined it to get back at their boyfriend, that happened once in fourth year. I've hated Pavarti since then, and Semus has pissed me off too for breaking up with her.

I opened up the door to find Ron laying on his bed, years running down his cheeks. When he saw me, he quickly sat up and glared defensively. He wiped his cheeks dry, trying to get rid of the evidence of his tears, but I had always seen.

"Hermione broke up with me, "Ron stated before I could ask.

I walked over and sat on my bed, which was beside his and patted him on the shoulder, someone dazed myself. Ron and Hermione were the perfect couple; I think we all expected them to last forever. What shocked me the most though, was that I had been with Hermione all day and she hadn't mentioned to me that she was going to break up with her long term boyfriend and my best friend.I really had no idea what was going on with her.

"She told me before dinner, " Ron explained, his eyes glued to the floor as another year rolled down his cheek. "She told me that we were just too different and she wanted a break. "

"I'm sorry, Mate, " I cooed sympathetically. "I expected you guys to last forever. "

Ron sighed and looked up with me with watery eyes, "I did, too. I guess forever is a little too much to ask for. "

We didn't really talk much after that. There wasn't really anything to say. This was something neither of us expected and I don't think we really knew how to react to it. I was somewhat glad that Ron was back to normal though, even if he had to have his heart broken for him to lose his arrogance. I wanted to tell him about everything that I was worried about, about Blaise, about the letter, and I wanted to tell him about the figure walking into the forest.

We could talk about all of that another day though, for now I just wanted everything back to normal.

When the world was sane.

End of chapter two.

Omg I don`t know how I tell you guys how sorry I am.

It`s been half a year since I`ve updated, I am so sorry. My laptop broke and I had to wait until Christmas to get a new one. Finally stopped being lazy and got a job though (at mcdonalds lol) so next time my laptop breaks i`ll be able to get a new one quickly.

I hope that you guys aren`t too pissed at me, even if this chapter is extremely shitty.

Please review, even if it is to bitch at me for taking so long to update.

xoxlizzie