Prologue


Halloween.

Merely a modern terminology for Samhain. Or bastardization of said sacred rites. A day where the veil between the realm of the dead and the living wanes. It is on this day many people of a magical or even overlooked heritage seek to become closer with loved ones who no longer draw breath in our world. We weep, we mourn and we rage.

Nowadays, non magical children dress up in costumes of monsters and faery tale characters, going around knocking on doors for a chance at free candy. Or if you're a witch or wizard, you're doing one of two things: having drunken celebrations or spending the day commemorating ancestors and all they accomplished. Although the former is mostly a mockery of the Wizarding world. But they don't know that. They still live in blissful ignorance. And tonight was no exception...

The moon was full and the air was clear, and a crisp autumn breeze rolled from the east. But not all was well in the small village of Godric's Hollow. A small family of three would not be joining in the festivities for they were in hiding. Why you ask? Because of a prophecy from a half brained seer.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

Clearly that's a load of bullshit that anyone with common sense would disregard. But this is the wizarding world we're talking about. The backwards community stuck in the medieval era. Clearly common sense isn't so common; more of a commodity really.

That being said, as smart as England's most recent dark lord was, Voldemort sure was a huge fucking retard. To believe a baby could one day defeat him was at best, folly. And to go about to ensure the death of this 'rival' was beyond foolish. Sure, let's go kill people when you're all so concerned about blood purity and the ones you're sending to their graves are bloody purebloods. But what can you do when the whole of England is as backward as it was a thousand years ago.

Having been told half of the Prophecy by Severus Snape, Voldemort came to believe his mortal enemy to be Harry Potter. He travelled to the Potters' home in Godric's Hollow and murdered James and Lily Potter, whom died protecting infant Harry. When he attempted to murder Harry, Lily's loving sacrifice allowed Harry to live and rebounded Voldemort's Killing Curse. The rebounded curse caused a shred of Voldemort's already mutilated soul to be ripped from his destroyed body. Or some kind of bullshit magical backlash. It's magic.

Anyways, this event marked the end of the First Wizarding War. It also sealed Harry's fate as the 'Boy Who Lived', via a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead and the fact that he was now the only known survivor of the Killing Curse.

Well, that would have been the child's fate if it weren't for one individual who just so happened to walk onto the mortiferous scene. Most people who could see half the house blown to bits would either run away screaming or call the police and then run away screaming like a little girl.

But Alucard was not most people; far from it. The pseudonym and fake personality was merely a front for the infamous Vlad Tepes of Wallachia, the No-Life King who bargained with the devil. A man with raven black hair and dressed all in red. We find him standing over want remained of the crib.

"Oh look, a crying and almost dead baby. What a treat! This is almost exactly like that time when I made those French mercenaries piss their pants by appearing out of a wall," chuckled the crimson eyed man. "Ah, good times."

The one year old continued to stare up at Alucard with those piercing green eyes. They shone not with fear or a plea, but a determination; the will to survive. What a stubborn little imp!

"OH MY GOD! FINE! I'll fucking help you!" groaned the vampire as he threw up his arms into the air. "But we're totally doing this my way!"

Just as abruptly as the vampire had yelled, the undead being melted in a shadowy substance. A multitude of red eyes were present in the hovering mass. Without warning, every drop of the viscous compound shot into the infant's orifices. Little Harry fell onto his back, wailing like a banshee. This persisted for a few short minutes.

The crying ceased as the baby opened its eyes. Instead of the brilliant green they had been before, luminescent pink irises upon black sclera replaced it. Little fangs grew from the babe's once bare gums while the tuft of black hair lengthened considerably.

Four words exited the infant's lips. "This will be fun!"


A/N: Just as an FYI, I have no idea what twisted brain baby spawned this.