Prologue

Summary- Harry is a vampire. He always was. His biggest problem isn't Voldemort anymore. It's choosing which side he has to be on in another war. He is everyone's enemy, yet everyone's friend.

Just to let you know, this is an A.U Harry Potter story. This is my first try at a Fan fiction story, so please put that in to consideration when you review and ask to have this story burnt. Flames are welcome.

Disclaimer- I do not own any characters in this story, except the Vampires and Elementals. If I owned any Harry Potter character, everyone will wish that I didn't. I have just borrowed these Characters for a little while. I will make no profit out of this story.

People think that Harry Potter's life is hard because of what he was destined to do.

They don't know the half of it.

(Okay okay…. Hold up for a moment there sparky. I think that you might want some background info before you start the story there.

A war had been brewing between the Humans, Mages, Elementals and Vampires for a long time now. The whole Voldermort thing came down to a duel to the death in my 6th year, with me as the victor, obviously.

What had happened was that the collective emotions from everyone were channelled through me, and I acted as a huge lighting rod, aiming the power and energy at Voldermort. I was in a coma for a while after that, but I was o.k. Well, until I woke up, and Hermione, Ron and Ginny almost killed me for pulling a stunt like that. Madam Pompfrey had a good go at me too because she tried a muggle way of getting a pulse, but because I had none with my heart not beating because I was dead(so to speak), she had thought that I was dead until she noticed that I started breathing again.

Everyone had expected me to be on the side of the humans, for natural reasons. But I couldn't. I couldn't betray my own people, but I also I couldn't betray the people I was sworn to protect. What's a vampire to do?

I kept my real identity a secret all through my Hogwarts years, feeding off the blood provided for me by the house elves, from the meat they received for the food. Sort of an Oxymoron. A vegetarian vampire. I don't know how I survived eating that disgusting human food. Just give me a goblet of blood, and I'm happy for a few days.

The vampires had announced that they were going to war against the humans, Elementals and Mages a couple of days into the school year, I was in 7th.year. They had announced that "we are sick and tired of you humans treating us with no tolerance at all. Were-animals in the wizarding community or any community for that matter are quite welcome, but not us. It is time for us vampires to make a stand against the humans, mages and elementals. WAR!!" and that began the war against the vampires.

Before I get into the great big battle sequence, I should probably tell you how I turned from The-Boy-Who-Lived, to The-Boy-Who-Died.

It all started with my grandparents. They had I pretty ironic job, they were vampire hunters. They were world renowned by the mortals and dark-creatures alike. The vampires had had enough with them killing their Mara's (vampiric form of child.) and took it out on the next generations. My dad and me. The vampires had made it clear that any Potter was a threat. Don't ask me how, but my mum wasn't turned into a vamp. Go figure. When my mother gave birth to me in St Mungo's, I was taken to a separate room with the rest of the new born wizards, witches and squibs. The vampires had heard that a new Potter was to be born, and while I was in the nursery, one of them slipped in, and turned me. So I have been a vampire all my life technically. My dad had sort of known about it, and so did my mum.

They never told anyone about it, not even Remus or Sirius. They were afraid what they might think of it all. It was pretty amazing how Remus never noticed my or my dad's sent. Were-wolves and vampires are mortal enemies. He probably just thought that it was just because James had grown up around the smell of vampires.

Oh there were times that I was almost caught out, like in 6th year; I was a vampire for a Halloween party that Dumbledore had thrown as a "change of pace". Draco, having never gotten the memo, had taken it literally, and tried to stake me on numerous occasions.

Vampires are naturally skinny. They have such pale skin because of the limit of blood in them. Sun has nothing to do with turning into dust; I have no idea how that started. Vampires can go into the sun like anybody else, but we just prefer the night. That's when our senses are at their peak. Oh and one more thing to clear up about the whole vampire myth thing, a wooden stake can not kill vampires! We are already dead, we don't need out hearts to survive. It is a dead muscle. Why do people think that a wooden stake through a dead organ can kill vampires? We don't need it, so it wouldn't matter whether or not the heart was in one piece or not.

Just incase you are wondering, until the age of 17, your body grows normally, but after that, the vampire thing about being 200 but only looking about 20, kicks in.

Oh I almost forgot. Mages are sort of like Gandalf/Legolas/Strider form the Lord of the Rings trilogy, but more powerful. They had taken a hating to us vamps, the humans and the elementals as well. Elementals are basically people who can control the elements. EG: Rock, Fire, Wind, Water, Shadow, Air, Lightning, Metal, Light etc.

This posed a huge problem, as I was expected to be on everyone else's side, and no one else knowing it.

I was taken at the age of 8 to another realm for becoming a mage or elemental. At the time, these two were the best of friends. I was the only human there. Everyone else (namely the elves) made fun of how humans had to use wands to do magic. I did know what they meant, but I had no idea that I was a wizard until I was 11. I had a hard time while there, but in the end I passed with flying colours, which was 'really unexpected from a human' as my lovely instructor had put it. He would make Snape seem like Neville Longbottom.

It was really weird how I ended up as a mage and an elemental. The courses that I had to take were archery, sword fighting, hand to hand combat and many other things as well including horse riding. I took an instant liking to the magic classes. There you were taught how to tap into your body's magical reserves, and do magic without a wand. At the beginning of the training, everyone had to do this spell to determine if you would be an elemental or not. Basically all you have to do is to put a couple of drops of blood into a bowl of this potion. If it turns black, you are an elemental, if it turns white or clear, you aren't an elemental.

My element took the longest to develop, so when everyone else were making water bombs out of thin air, or having snow fights in the middle of summer, I was cleaning the armour in the armoury. Lots of people picked on me and said that the potion was wrong, and that I wasn't an elemental at all. The teacher in charge of the elements kept giving me training though. She thought that I had real potential as an elemental, even though I couldn't see it myself at the time. One day, I was just about to give up on it, when in my hand there was a ball of fire about the size of a squash ball. I concentrated, ad it got bigger and bigger. I was out in the court yard when it happened. There were lots of people there at the time. It must have been pretty scary watching a human playing with a ball of fire that they had made out of thin air. As it turns out, because of my connection with Voldermort, I also had the control over Shadow as well.

Cool huh.

But enough about me, lets get on with the story, shall we?)

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When the announcement was over in the Great Hall, Dumbledore told everyone to go back to their dorms and that classes were cancelled until further notice. His voice sounded worried, which scared the students even more. If Dumbledore was worried, it must be bad. Really bad.

Up in the Gryffindor dorm room, Hermione was frantic, and Harry was acting really nervous. Ron was staring off into space; Neville was in the foetal position rocking back and forth mumbling something incoherent. Everyone was shaken up by the sudden out burst of the vampires.

"You look really bad Harry, are you o.k.? do you want to lie down?"

Ginny was always like that lately, she had started to act more like her mum than her mum. At first it was kind of scary, but soon they all took it as normal. But who can call what normal now.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

(Okay…Okay I am soo sorry for doing this again, but I bet you guys don't want to be held up with this stuff, you want ACTION!! So why don't you just tell the story type girl to fast forward to the important bit.

Okay………..that's it ………..A little more……… Whoa whoa whoa, stop it right there!!! Enjoy...)

"We are gathered here today to morn the loss of Anita Jasmine Potter, a good friend, and a wonderful wife."

The wailing of Hagrid was heard throughout the church. Harry Potter shed silent tears as people came up to talk about how good a person Anita was. She had died in an attack on their house. On their honey moon.

(Okay… too far… back it up, rewind ……………….. Wait, my wife dies???? That is soo depressing!!!! I may never recover from this moment.

I'm over it.

Any way…. I have just received a note saying that you guys will burn down the place if I don't get a move on with the story. And that you want to know the whole thing…… FINE!!!!!!!!! BE THAT WAY…. ALL I TRY TO DO IS MAKE THIS STUPID STORY OF MY LIFE AS PLEASURABLE AS POSSIBLE WITHOUT ALL THE BORING LOVEY DOVEY BITS…)

"Yeah I'm fine."

Ginny didn't believe him in the least, but she let it slide, sort of. She got Ron to snap out of his little episode, and tried to get him to take Harry up to the dorm for some sleep. She thought that Harry was nervous because he still was weak after what happened, and his saving people thing had kicked in, causing him to wonder how he was going to help everyone. How wrong she was.

"You sure your okay there Harry? You look very shook up about the whole vampire thing. If you ask me, I think that the vampires will back down soon. If they are really that powerful like they say they are, why haven't they done anything before now? The humans will end up hunting all the vampires down, and kill 'em all if you ask me. We are the superior beings." Stated Hermione from her spot on the couch.

"Hey I thought you were all for the 'equality amongst our magical brethren.' I didn't think that you were for the senseless violence against people different from us."

"But Harry… they aren't people… they are just mindless killing things."

Harry felt betrayed. How could they say that about Vampires? It wasn't there fault that they were bitten… it certainly wasn't his fault… He badly wanted to tell them, but he couldn't. It was like he was on a totally different team. He couldn't be on the Humans seeing as he wasn't one. He could be on the vampires, but it would tear his friendship apart. He could be on the mages or the elementals, but if either of them found out that he was the other as well, they would think him a spy. Looked like he was on his own team. Go team Harry Potter.

"I'm going to bed… 'Night."

"But Harry… it's only 9pm."

"I am aware of the time."

It was dark in the dorm room when Harry walked up the stairs to bed. He didn't bother with any candles. He drew the curtains around his bed, took off his glasses, and stared at the fuzzy blob which was his bed canopy. The door opened. It was probably Ron going to bed too. Harry didn't know how long he had been staring and trying not to think. He stayed quiet and pretended to be asleep. Harry didn't really want to talk to Ron or anyone at the moment. Ron was being extra quiet tonight. Not once did he bang a foot or leg against a trunk. The footsteps stopped just beside Harry's bed. Now he knew it wasn't anyone from his dorm, or anyone that he knew. If it was someone Harry knew, they would try to talk to him as soon as they got into the room. The curtains around Harry's bed were pulled back. She had almond-shaped midnight black eyes and long, straight, silky, violet hair worn in a utilitarian style. She just stared at Harry. He just stared right back, even though all he could see was an unfamiliar fuzzy blob.

"Come with me." She said.

Harry raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "What? No I will not come with you. Who are you?"

She just sighed. Before Harry knew it, He was on the floor with pain shooting from his right cheek. A kick in the side of his chest sent him flying towards a wall. Harry took the blunt of the collision with mother-Wall with his shoulders and head. He fell to the floor, and did his head in some more. White spots filled Harry's eyes. Then the darkness came and took Harry.

So what do you think so far? Oh and another thing I forgot to mention, I hate the idea of Sirius being dead, so he is alive in my story. So you would sort of have to disregard the whole 'Sirius falling through the veil' bit. As I have already stated, this is an A.U fic, so you can't yell at me for not following 'HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX'. J.K.Rowling is so mean to kill Sirius. She establishes a great character, one that lots of people love, and then she kills him. Then, every time you hear his name, you feel a pang of sorrow and anguish for Sirius. Only a truly great author can do that.