Author's note:
Hiya! Welcome to the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Cirque du Freak/ The Darren Shan Saga or Harry Potter, wish I did, though…
Apologies for langual problems, I live in Sweden, we don't actually speak English here. Or we do, but only from the third year. I should probably stop talking…
1. Tiny Meddler
Many things tend to change, often quite rapidly. There are, of course, also things that hardly ever changed. One of those was vampires.
But if you were the Tiny Meddler, there was an exception to every rule…
Mika Ver Leth, vampire prince, rarely admitted that he could be frightened of anything. Being frightened was for lesser beings; like the vampaneze, or humans. Yet, there was one thing he could truthfully say made him want to hide behind the closest object. The thing he was frightened of went by many names; the most common name being Desmond Tiny.
"What do you want, Desmond?" Paris Skyle, the oldest vampire alive, coolly asked. By the black blood of Harnon Oan, how could he be so calm around this man?
"I have come with a mission." Mr Tiny loudly announced. "A mission in which six vampires must participate."
"What is this mission? And which are the questers?"
A few minutes later; six confused vampires stood in the Hall of the Princes; Mika Ver Leth, Larten Crepsley, Vancha March, Darren Shan, Kurda Smalth and Arra Sails, the two latter giving each other suspicious looks.
"What is the meaning of this? Why have you called us here?" Larten asked, slightly irritated from having to wake up before the sun went down.
"The mission is; to infiltrate a human school, to learn the ways of young humans, to find new recruits for your lines. Otherwise, when the great war is upon us, you will loose."
"Well, that's not gonna work." Darren pointed out after a long, embarrassed silence. "These guys are old."
Mika silently smacked the younger prince's head; something he'd taken to doing whenever Darren said something stupid. His meant that, most days, Darren had a constant throbbing headache. Mr Tiny sneered at the vampires, dramatically pulling his watch from one of his coat pockets.
"Have a nice time in school." I grinned wickedly, swinging the clock back and forth in front of the vampires. He chuckled dryly. "And, to be honest, I hope all hell breaks loose, it's much more entertaining that way."
Bolting to an upright position, wincing from the expected thud he'd get from, once again, managing to bump his head into the lid of his coffin, Mika got ready to sigh dramatically over his weird dreams. Rubbing his forehead, two things came into the dark prince's notice; Firstly, he wasn't in his coffin, he was in a loud, crowded place. And secondly, he seemed to have shrunk dramatically.
"Charna's elbow!" Mika wailed, knocking someone over in the process.
"Hey, watch it!" the someone yelled.
He stood up, clenching his fist, then he looked at Mika with an odd expression. "Mika? Is that you?" he asked.
"Of course it's me, why wouldn't it be?"
"You're a kid." there was something familiar about this boy. A whiff of stink, gave him away.
"Vancha!"
The princes howled in absolute horror.
Torn between the urge to scream and run, and to laugh himself silly, Mika eyed the children before him. Firstly, there was Vancha; a reddish complexion, as always, and a mess of green hair, dressed in too big purple animals hides. Next to him was a sour-looking, gangly red-head whose hair desperately needed a cutting. The only girl stood next to him, holding his hand and nervously twirling her long dark hair between two fingers. She was sending murderous glances towards the blonde on her other side, daring him to get any closer. And then there was Darren, hardly changed at all; his face was rounder, and he'd lost several inches, but otherwise there was nothing different. Mika dreaded what he'd look like…
The boy staring back at him in the dirty mirror was thin and lanky, long black hair covering most of his face, but what was visible of it was quite handsome, despite its tender age.
"By the black blood of Harnon Oan." Larten had started pacing back and forth, stumbling over their trunks. "This is very bad."
They should have expected something like this; after all, Desmond tiny was involved and known for creating disaster whenever it suited him to do so. They really should have expected this.
"You know, this could be much worse." Darren tried to brighten up their situation. "We're alive, and stuff-" he shut up when Arra elbowed him in the ribs.
"Where does this train go, anyway?" Kurda asked, squinting at the sign, none of the ex-vampires could read, Darren was the only one who'd learned.
"It says…um… Hogwarts Express." Darren read. "What does that even mean?"
"Why would a train be heading towards a warty hog" Larten asked, quite loudly.
"Hey Fred, look, first years!" a ginger boy said, grinning widely.
"How come they're always shrinking?" his twin asked.
"Just kidding." the first twin smiled. "My name's Fred."
"And I'm George. You'll know which is me because I'm much better-looking."
"Nice to meet you." Mika shook their hands simultaneously.
"Want some help with your stuff?" George asked, producing a brown paper bag from a pocket. "Nosebleed nougat?"
Mika shook his head, and with the help of the ginger twins, he, and the others, managed to coax their luggage into an empty apartment of the train, where the vampires trashed at the seats.
"See you." the twins grinned, leaving the former vampires to themselves.
"I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to sleep." Vancha declared, spreading out on the, in his opinion, soft floor.
Author's note:
Well, that's that. This was the first chapter.
Please review. Anyone has an idea what houses they should be in? Then tell me.
