It all started when Vladimir Rotwasser got himself captured by muggles. This was the first improbable event. Being a vampire, Vlad should have been able to get away. Unfortunately, he, like many wizards and magical creatures, underestimated the damage non-magicals can do. A simple taser overloaded his undead nervous system, bringing him down. He was rather unfortunate in that, he was attacking CEO of GENCORP, Reginald Decalage, who, upon seeing the rather obvious signs of vampirism in his attacker, arranged for Vlad to be transferred to the Genetic Diseases Department. It is sad to say that, when shown a real vampire, many of the scientists tried to improve on the disease. Having strapped Vladimir to a dissection table, they started to analyze the disease and its transmissibility. They found that, the disease required two vectors before infection was possible: the virus was in the blood, but in an inert state. The activator for the virus, however, was found in the vampire's saliva. While they managed to successfully determine how to spread the illness, they got side tracked on the whole 'how to cure a vampire' part of their research. They started manipulating the genetic code of the virus, jamming in seemingly random bits of DNA, trying to improve the disease.

The second improbable event was the thief. Hired by a rival genetic research company, the thief was hired to steal information relating to genetically engineered pets, successfully breaching the building's security on Halloween 1990. Unfortunately, he got lost in the building and, upon hearing the sirens from nearby police cars, panicked and stole a vial from the room he was currently in, which happened to be the same room the vampirism derivatives were kept. Running from the police, the thief wound up fleeing through Surrey, still holding the vial, before coming across a young boy, malnourished, wearing rather baggy clothes and weeding the garden at midnight. The thief decided to take Harry Potter as his hostage.

Harry Potter caused the Third Improbable Event. When he was taken Hostage, he did as most children are likely to do, and panicked. In ordinary children, this would not cause anywhere near as much trouble as Harry did, but Harry wasn't normal. He, even if he didn't know it, was a wizard. When he was taken hostage, he involuntarily lashed out with his magic, flinging the Thief down the road. Unfortunately, the vial fell onto Harry Potter and the modified vampire virus infected him.

When the police caught the Thief, they, thanks to the Blood Wards around Privet Drive, never noticed the boy in rags, covered in the contents of the vial. They also never noticed that the young boy, as thirsty children are likely to do, lick off some of the fluid, trying to quench some of his thirst.

The Modified vampire virus infected Harry. As the virus reached the Horcrux in his scar, the dark magic further mutated the magical illness. As the horcrux attacked the virus, the virus fought back, dissolving the fraction of Voldemort's soul into itself. The scar, without the soul keeping it open, sealed up and healed, leaving no trace. However, Harry wasn't so lucky.

The Dursleys woke Harry as they did every morning, by stomping on the stairs. Vernon, reaching the living room, shouted at the cupboard

"BOY! Get out here and earn your keep!"

Harry got out of the cupboard and started work on breakfast.

'Come on kid. Are you really going to let that fat slob push you around?'

"H-hello? Who's there?" Harry hesitantly asked.

"Boy, No talking back! Breakfast NOW!" was the answering shout from his Uncle.

Harry got on with making the Breakfast and dished it up and, hearing no more from the voice, assumed he imagined it.

"Boy, No breakfast for you! We can't have you thinking you can talk back, now can we?" stated Vernon, with a nasty expression on his face.

At this point, the voice spoke up again.

'Not likely, you pig. Harry, excuse me for this.'

Suddenly an intense pain went through Harry's body. As it did so, Harry's perception of the world took a duller view. But when Harry's arm lifted up Vernon without so much as a prompt on his part, He knew something was going on.

Vernon saw the boy curl up in pain, before his body started changing. Harry's skin paled, becoming grey in appearance. He grew muscles, where his body never had any due before to malnutrition. His eyes gave off an eerie green glow and the whites darkened to black. His canines grew into sharp fangs. His ears grew pointed, and now the Boy gave off a far more menacing aura. He picked up his deadbeat uncle in one hand with ease, and spoke.

"Hello Vermin. I've taken control of the child for a bit so we can talk. I saw in his memories how badly you and your family treated him. And now I'm going to take something incredibly important from you."

He dropped Vernon and speed up the stairs as nothing more than a blur, quickly reaching Petunia, as she was just leaving her room. He grabbed her, stared into her eyes and triggered his compulsion. Vernon had bustled himself up the stairs to see his wife looking rather dazed.

"THRALL, if your husband seeks to harm my weaker self, KILL HIM!"

"Yes, master," Petunia answered, in a dreamy voice.

Vernon, stunned by the sudden change in his wife, backed off.

"Remember Vermin, if you hurt Harry, SHE'LL kill you!"

"W-w-what are you?" stuttered an incredibly pale Vernon.

"I believe I am a vampire, of sorts. You may call me Hadrian or Master. I prefer Master, but I'll let you decide," He gazed at Vernon with a hungry look in his eyes, "For Now…"

His body convulsed, and Hadrian turned back into Harry. Eyes changing back to green, skin gaining some color. A look of shock overtook Harry's face, and he sprinted to the cupboard.

Harry saw everything that happened when Hadrian took control, and it had shocked him. There was a monster inside him!

'Well, I suppose monster is one way of looking at it.'

"What are you and how are you in my head?"

'Honestly? I have no idea. Best guess? That vial that man spilled on you last night. Besides, look at the benefits to having me in your head: the Dursleys won't bother you, you can finally get some meat on your bones, and best of all, you have ME in your head!'

Harry was not impressed with that answer.

"That last 'benefit' is debatable." He deadpanned.

'To-may-to, to-mah-to. Why are you worrying about that? I mean, look at how many people we could kill! With you protecting me from the sun, I could kill everyone!'

"Why on earth would you want to kill people? And what do you mean, protecting you from the sun?"

'I honestly do not know. It's like an instinct or something. Not quite sure where it came from, but I am reasonably sure that I won't be able to take control in direct sunlight. So if you are going to be keeping this body safe while we're in the sun, you need to protect us. Ask Petunia to sign you up for self-defense.'

"And why would I do that?"

Suddenly Harry's body erupted in pain.

'That's why,'

"How about a deal. You only feed from the Dursleys, I'll take the self-defense courses, give you free roam at night and as a special bonus, I won't surround my bed in garlic."

Hadrian paused.

'You wouldn't.'

"You said you're a vampire. Vampires are warded off with garlic. That should keep you contained."

Harry walked over to the cupboard and pulled out a clove of garlic. A feeling of nausea overcame him.

"Hadrian?"

Hadrian didn't reply. Harry put down the garlic, and Hadrian immediately responded.

'It BURNS! How DARE you try and contain me with this… this… VEGETABLE!'

"You behave, and I won't ward the bed."

'Fine. Can I at least feed from criminals?'

"I suppose…"

'DEAL! You know, Harry, I'm sort of proud of you for forcing the deal. Annoyed, but proud. Oh, they grow up so fast. One day, they're in rags, the next they're bribing you with the blood of their relatives!'

Harry, rather sensibly ignored that last comment.

The next year was rather interesting for Harry. With Petunia enthralled, Vernon and Dudley wouldn't dare hurt Harry. As a result, Harry no longer had to hold back his grades in class and soon reached the top place. He soon found that having Hadrian in his head had some interesting side effects. The vampiric nature of his affliction granted him a great boost in strength and speed, provided he had drunk some blood recently. He could still stomach regular food, but now preferred raw meats, and garlic had become indigestible to him. Sunlight now hurt his eyes significantly, forcing him to constantly wear sunglasses. His upper canines were longer than they were before, and Hadrian was always talking in the back of Harry's head, whispering suggestions of murder and mayhem.

'Can I please kill your relatives? Please?'

"No."

'please?'

Every night, when Harry fell asleep, Hadrian took control. Hadrian did keep to his promises of not murdering the Dursleys, but often went afar looking for criminals to drain.

This continued until the week before Harry's birthday.

Mr. Harry J Potter

The Smallest Bedroom

No. 4 Privet Drive

Surrey

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Harry rounded on the Dursleys.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Petunia replied, "Master, my sister Lily was a witch and went to that school. You are a wizard. All of the supplies can be purchased at Diagon Alley."

"You mean to say you knew? You knew why those weird things happened around me but didn't tell me?"

'I told you they were worthless. Kill them!'

Harry fought back Hadrian's voice.

"Petunia, you will take me to Diagon Alley. Prepare the car I'll be out in a minute." Petunia exited the house.

"Hadrian, you can play with them for a few minutes. But they have to remain alive."

Harry convulsed and his form changed into that of Hadrian's once again.

"Oh, thank you! Don't worry Vermin, this will hurt you far more than it hurts me…"

He gave a toothy smirk and advanced on the unenthralled Dursleys…

Entering the Leaky Cauldron with Petunia, Harry looked around the filthy Pub. This was the entrance to the magical world? What a dump!

'Yes, it is rather filthy isn't it. They don't appear to use any modern technology, and look at the Publican.' Harry glanced over, 'He's using gold, silver and bronze coins. We'll have to get some of their money.'

"Petunia, where do we get some of those coins?"

"At Gringotts, Master. In the alley."

"Take me there."

The large marble building was easily recognizable at the end of the alley. As Harry and Petunia approached the Bank, Harry noticed a rhyme written into the walls.

'Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed

For those who take, but do not earn

Must pay most dearly in their turn

So, if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.'

Hadrian immediately commented, 'Cheerful fellows aren't they. They don't appear to be People goblins. I wonder if they can do some sort of inheritance test? Oh, and remember, do not agree to anything without speaking to your lawyer.'

"Who's my lawyer supposed to be?"

'Why me of course! Don't you know Vampires always make the best Lawyers! We're already blood-sucking parasites, all we need are briefcases!'

Harry stifled a laugh at that joke. When a teller was free he moved up.

"Excuse me, Good sir Goblin, I was wondering if Gringotts did inheritance tests?"

The Goblin looked down at the boy, quite startled that a wizard was being polite.

"Yes, we do inheritance tests. One moment." He turned to a goblin behind him. "SNAG-RAT, Take the boy to the inheritance department. And be quick about it!"

"Yes, Teller Break-tooth!" He turned to Harry and sneered, "This way, Wizard," he spat out wizard as if it was a curse. Harry followed Snag-rat down the hall, until they reached an elaborate marble office.

"Thank you, Goblin Snag-rat." Harry spoke to the gruff goblin, before entering the inheritance department. In the office sat a goblin with a knife and a stack of parchment.

"Wizard, slice your hand and bleed on to the parchments." He held out the knife. Harry, looking at the bloodstained blade, spoke up. "Do I have to use that knife, or can I cut myself by other means?"

The Goblin looked at him strangely. If you have other means, then by all means, do so, I hate having to let wizards use my knife!" the Goblin grumbled.

Harry bared his upper fangs and bit down onto his wrist. He wiped the blood onto the parchment, startling the goblin. Shaking himself out of his stupor, the goblin took the parchment and, as Harry healed his wrist, cast a spell over it.

'Harry James Potter ERROR Hadrian James Potter

Son of James Charles Potter and Lily Rose Potter nee Evans

Heir to Potter Account (First in Line), Black Account (Second in Line), Peverell Account (First in Line), Gryffindor Earldom by Bequeaths

Heir to Slytherin Earldom by Right of Conquest

ERROR Magical Creature Species UNKNOWN'

The Goblin looked startled at the results, "Excuse me but I need to make this known to my superiors." He turned and rushed out, leaving a surprised Harry behind.

'You shouldn't have revealed your fangs. I bet that they hunt Vampires! They'll try to kill you and I'll have to kill them!'

"Oh, shut up! I took a risk, so what! Any way that parchment said that, whatever we are, we're not a vampire. They surely would have encountered those before!"

'I suppose so. Are you sure we can't kill them?'

"Yes, I am sure that you can't kill them."

'Pity,'

The goblin returned, with another, dressed in white tunic and pants.

"Thank you, Grip-Sack. I'll take it over from here," said the Newcomer. The relived goblin sprinted out of the room. The newcomer looked at Harry.

"Hello Heir Potter, I am Knut-Twist. I saw the result of your inheritance test. Why does it register as two beings and as an Unknown Magical Creature?"

"I… Have a voice in my head that calls himself Hadrian," Harry started, "I've had him since Halloween last year, when some man went and spilled something on me. I have no idea what it was, but I assumed, because of the tendencies that the voice had, it was some form of Vampirism."

Harry looked to the goblin, weighing something up, before deciding on a path.

"When Hadrian takes control, my body changes. It becomes pale, additional fangs sprout from my lower jaw, eyes glow, ears become pointed, and I grow some muscle tone. He can be forced to change back with sunlight and contained with garlic, and he craves blood. I am a little stronger than I was before, and much faster, but not on the scale he is."

The Goblin looked at Harry, thoughtfully, and gather up the inheritance results.

"I think you should see some healers. Follow me."

The goblin led Harry down another long passage. There was a thick iron door. The goblin banged on it, hard.

"Who is it?"

"Flesh-ripper, I got a new species for you to analyze. Open up!"

The medical that Harry went through was rather unusual, at least for him. Flesh-ripper used some sort of spell that made a variety of runic diagrams appear. The goblin looked at the results, and then addressed Harry.

"According to this you are a new Vampire breed. Not the first, but you are the most interesting. First of all, in your 'human' form, you are more or less a really strong and fast human. You're still aging, unlike the other breeds of vamp, but it looks like that will stop in your late teens to early twenties and, unlike the other vampire breeds, you haven't lost fertility. You'll be able to have children, but you should probably turn them before you mate. Your 'vampire' form is most interesting. It has the current ability of an average year-old Transylvanian Fledgling, but it does look like it'll be capable of reaching Night-master level. Like other vampires, you can turn humans, and it looks like that any you do turn will inherit the multiple form thing that you do. Do remember that turning pureblood wizards is illegal and they can execute you if you do so."

"Pureblood?"

"Inbreeds, they think that marrying your cousins and siblings boosts their magic. It doesn't by the way."

The other Goblin spoke up, "I'll keep this on record. Do you wish to inform the ministry of your new status?" Harry shook his head. "Very well. Now, I saw that you have some vaults. We'll see about getting you the keys for your primary heir accounts."

After gathering enough money from his vaults, Harry made his way to Ollivander's wand store. A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as he stepped inside. Harry felt strangely as though he had entered a very strict library; he swallowed a lot of new questions that had just occurred to him and looked instead at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. For some reason, the back of his neck prickled. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Harry jumped. An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.

"Hello," said Harry awkwardly.

"Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."

Mr. Ollivander moved closer to Harry. "Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it - it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course." Mr. Ollivander had come so close that he and Harry were almost nose to nose. Harry could see himself reflected in those misty eyes. "And that's where..."

Mr. Ollivander touched Harry's forehead with a long, white finger.

"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it, but am glad to see it healed" he said softly.

"Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands... well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do..."

Harry left the shop with a wand of yew and thestral hair. It had taken a long time to find a wand, as most of the wands partially reacted to Hadrian or to himself but not both. His next stop was Flourish and Blotts for his textbooks.

Looking through the books, Harry wondered just how gullible the wizarding world was. There were several books that featured him as the main character. It made Harry glad that he no longer had his scar. That way it would be harder for people to recognize him.

'Hey, look at that book! 'The Animal within, A Guide to your Inner Animal' by Ivor von Kratz.' That looks interesting. We should get it.'

"We can't get everything that catches your eye, Hadrian. Are you sure you want it? I won't be getting you anything else."

'Yes, I'm sure,' replied Hadrian. 'You should probably get yourself a couple of history books. Might be helpful to know some of the culture here.'

"Culture?"

'It's a hidden society that frowns upon interaction with those not of their society. They are bound to have some unusual customs.'

Harry grabbed a copy of 'Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts,' 'Hogwarts: A History,' and 'History of Magic.' He noticed that they were all by the same author, and that the only other history books around were also made by that same author.

'That is not conducive to a healthy society. You know, I bet that we can easily take over this place. It'll be brilliant. We'll have all the blood we can drink, I'll turn some hot woman into our consort, and best of all, these people are SHEEP! This'll be like shooting fish in a barrel. With depth charges!'

Harry wisely ignored that last comment.

"Excuse me, I need to hire an owl to send a letter to Hogwarts."

"That'll be 10 Sickles. You sure you don't want to buy an owl?"

"Yes, not many creatures enjoy being around me."

"Well, if you're sure,"

Harry spent the rest of the month reading through his school books and getting a good grounding in the history. He found that the author of those books, Bathilda Bagshot, praised Dumbledore whenever he was mentioned. Reading through rise and fall of the dark arts, Harry found something truly interesting.

"My Parents didn't die in a car accident?"

'It appears not. I wonder who "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" is. I hope that that isn't his actual name. I think that I will refer to him as Nameless if it is. After all he can't be a very good dark lord if you were able to beat him without me around. And still in nappies at that,'

September 1st came very quickly, Harry got Petunia to take him straight to the station.

"Aunt Petunia, where is the platform?"

Petunia suddenly got a startled look on her face.

"I, I can't remember. I guess you'll have to find someone to show you how to get on then, Master."

He stopped a passing guard, but didn't dare mention platform nine and three-quarters. The guard had never heard of Hogwarts and when Harry couldn't even tell him what part of the country it was in, he started to get annoyed, as though Harry was being stupid on purpose. Getting desperate, Harry asked for the train that left at eleven o'clock, but the guard said there wasn't one. In the end the guard strode away, muttering about time wasters. Harry was now trying hard not to panic.

'I think that we should think this through logically. Oh, Wait. Wizards don't HAVE logic!'

"If you don't have anything helpful to say, keep quiet." Harry muttered under his breath.

According to the large clock over the arrivals board, he had ten minutes left to get on the train to Hogwarts and he had no idea how to do it; he was stranded in the middle of a station with a trunk he could hardly lift and a pocket full of wizard money. At that moment a group of people passed just behind him and he caught a few words of what they were saying.

"- packed with Muggles, of course -"

He'd heard that word before in Diagon! Harry swung round. The speaker was a plump woman who was talking to four boys, all with flaming red hair. Each of them was pushing a trunk like Harry's in front of him - and they had an owl.

Harry pushed his cart after them. They stopped and so did he, just near enough to hear what they were saying.

"Now, what's the platform number?" said the boys' mother.

"Nine and three-quarters!" piped a small girl, also red-headed, who was holding her hand, "Mom, can't I go... "

"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first."

What looked like the oldest boy marched toward platforms nine and ten. Harry watched, careful not to blink in case he missed it - but just as the boy reached the dividing barrier between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourists came swarming in front of him and by the time the last backpack had cleared away; the boy had vanished.

'Somethings not right here. Someone with that many kids shouldn't need to ask where the platform is. Be careful.'

"Fred, you're next," the plump woman said.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"

"Sorry, George, dear."

"Only joking, I am Fred," said the boy, and off he went. His twin called after him to hurry up, and he must have done so, because a second later, he had gone - but how had he done it? Now the third brother was walking briskly toward the barrier he was almost there - and then, quite suddenly, he wasn't anywhere. There was nothing else for it.

'No, you fool! Don't interact with them. Somethings wrong! Just sneak through the barrier when they're not looking.'

"Barrier?"

'Yes, weren't you paying attention? Running at the barrier enables you to get through it.'

Harry took his advice and snuck past the woman and her girl. The youngest boy had already gotten through. Before he was through he heard the woman speaking one last time.

"Now where's that Potter boy? Dumbledore told me he'd be unable to get through, and that he'd arranged for him to be unaware of the platform. So, where is he?"

"Mom, can't we check on the train, someone else must've helped him, we need to make sure that my future husband meets me after all."

Harry's blood went cold, what the hell was going on here?

Harry got himself a compartment and pulled the curtains shut, he didn't want to give up any advantage against those red heads. And being able to summon a Vampire at will certainly counted as an advantage.

'Remember that you don't summon me, I decide to come out. I am the one in charge here, not you.'

"I'll forget to ward my bed and the red heads are fair game."

'Alright, you summon me. And I suppose you're in charge of everything, save for finding a worthy mate.'

"I'm Eleven, I'm too young for that. And shouldn't I have a say when I am old enough?"

'You're an abused child. Your soulmate could waltz through that door, give you a thorough snogging, and you'd still have no idea if she liked you. You'd probably end up settling for that fangirl, who by the way, if you dare try to romance her, I WILL ignore your no kill rule. She's not worthy of immortality.'

The compartment door slid open, and the youngest red-headed boy walked in.

"Why's it so dark in here? Oh, and Have you seen Harry Potter? He's my best mate."

Harry was certain he'd never met the boy before today, but he didn't notice Hadrian taking control.

"No, we haven't seen Harry Potter today. We, however do not like you. What is your name?"

"R-R-Ronald W-W-Weasley, Um, I'll be going."

"Weasel, we will eviscerate you one day."

The compartment door couldn't shut fast enough for Ron Weasley.

'That wasn't very nice.'

"He was part of that family. I won't ever trust a Weasel. And you will never be friends with one. UNDERSTAND?"

'Yes, I understand. But we don't know who was in on it. He may have been completely unware.'

"He introduced himself as 'Harry Potter's best mate.' He was in on it."

'Fine, just, let me handle the remaining confrontations ok?'

"Very well."

Harry resumed his control of his body.

Around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, "Anything off the cart, dear?"

There was a knock on the door of the compartment and a round-faced boy came in. He looked tearful.

"Sorry," he said, "but have you seen a toad at all?"

When Harry shook his head, he wailed, "I've lost him! He keeps getting away from me!"

"He'll turn up," said Harry.

"Yes," said the boy miserably. "Well, if you see him..."

He left.

A few minutes later the compartment door slid open again. The toad-less boy was back, but this time he had a girl with him. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes. "Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.

'She's cute. I think she'll be a right hottie when she grows up.'

Harry, wisely, ignored the voice in his head replied. "Sorry, but he still hasn't entered this compartment. Say why don't you go and find a Prefect? I'm sure one of them will know how to find a toad."

The girl looked startled, when the obvious solution was presented to her. "Oh, I, err, Forgot about the prefects." She blushed, then shot forth with her hand. "I'm Hermione Granger, this is Neville Longbottom. Pleased to meet you."

Harry smiled, and took her hand into a handshake, "I'm Harry, just Harry. It's nice to meet you too."

Just when Harry was about to let go, Hadrian took control of his hand, and lightly kissed Hermione on the back of the knuckles. Hermione blushed, and quickly exited the compartment. Harry was now startled at how forward Hadrian was being and closed the door.

"What was that?"

'Remember, I said you would settle for a fangirl? She's Muggle-born. She hasn't been raised on your myth, and has no prior knowledge of the magical world. And She's your age. She is the perfect lady for you!'

"How would you know if someone was, as you say, 'Perfect'?"

Hadrian refrained from replying.

The compartment door slid open yet again, but it wasn't Neville the toad-less boy, or Hermione Granger this time. Three boys entered, the leading one spoke up.

"Is it true?" he said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment."

"Really? I heard that too. I can't see him, can you?" Harry snarked.

The Leader frowned, "Oh, it's just a mud-blood. Come on, Crabbe, Goyle," They turned and left the compartment.

'So, you can be taught. Question? Can I feed on them? I really want to know how pureblood tastes compared to regular blood.'

Harry frowned, "I suppose, I'm guessing that you'll want to feed on all the bigots and hangers-on that we meet?"

Hadrian mentally smirked, 'I wouldn't be opposed.'

Harry sighed, "I suppose it was too much to ask that you keep the blood drinking to a minimum."

Albus Dumbledore was rather pleased with himself. The results of his machinations would be coming to Hogwarts today. From the few reports he'd read from Arabella, and he'd stopped reading them soon after it became clear that she wouldn't shut up about the abuse, Harry Potter would be the perfect martyr for the light. He watched the first-years enter, and was shocked by what he saw. Harry, wasn't wearing glasses? Looking closer, using the telescopic charm on his glasses, he saw the scar was gone? If the scar was gone, then what happened to the horcrux? Had he needlessly abused a boy in his quest to defeat Voldemort? If the boy's death wasn't required? Albus shook himself out of his reverie, he needed to focus. Now, to check that the boy was making the right friends…

THAT was certainly unexpected. The Weasley boy was nowhere NEAR Harry. Hadn't the stupid child understood, the Boy who Lived could never be allowed to fall into the dark? Looking over, He saw Harry was standing near a Muggle-born girl and the Longbottom boy. Well, at least the Longbottoms were light aligned, though it was a shame they were not more trusting of him and had to be incapacitated.

Harry took one look at the sorting hat and immediately panicked.

'They're letting a HAT into our minds?'

'Yes, it does appear that way. I presume that it will be unable to communicate stolen information. Otherwise parents would complain.'

That response only mildly calmed Harry. He was standing near Neville and Hermione, not interacting, but still, they were the only people to show any sort of behaviour that Hadrian approved of.

"Granger, Hermione"

Hermione ran up to the hat and jammed it on. The hat was silent before,

"GRYFFINDOR"

'That's where I'm going.'

Harry muttered under his breath, "What do you mean by that?"

Neville was called up soon, and was also sorted into Gryffindor. Finally, it was Harry's turn

"Potter, Harry."

Harry donned the hat.

'What on earth!? Two of you!?'

'Yes, there is two of us. And, if you don't mind, we are going to Gryffindor.'

'Can't do that, I have to sort you first, let's see, this will be my hardest sorting ever. Hadrian: Brave, Ambitious, Cunning, no loyalty, a good deal of wit, doesn't like hard work, certainly not unintelligent.

Harry: Also, Brave, not particularly Ambitious, Loyalty to those who've earned it, tolerates hard work, very intelligent.

I see, looks like either Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor. I know where Hadrian wants to go, Harry?'

'I'll go to Gryffindor, hat, I've no desire to get Hadrian angry with me. I may be brave, but I'm certainly not stupid!'

'no, you're not.'

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Ronald Weasley was not having a good day. He'd been unable to find Harry, and that weird kid with the glowing eyes had threatened to kill him. He was now rather worried, if Harry wasn't going to be his friend, then Dumbledore won't pay him. He heard his name being called and sat under the Hat.

'Let's see here… This can't be, you lack all of the Hogwarts founder's traits? How? That just doesn't… Never Mind. Loyalty? Only to yourself, so not Hufflepuff. Wit? Hell NO. It can't be healthy to have this much stupidity! Bravery? Chivalry? Not a trace. Ambition? Cunning? Well you have SOME ambition. No Cunning at all. And you're scared of snakes. That won't do at all. Look, where do you want to go?'

Ron was confused at the dialogue, and certainly worried the Hat was insulting him somehow.

'I want to go to Gryffindor! I need to be friends with Harry Potter!'

The Hat was taken aback at the response. 'Well, I suppose that facing them willingly requires courage.'

'What do you…'

"GRYFFINDOR" called the Hat, cutting off Ronald's train of thought.