Purebloods vs Purebloods Chapter 1: The Beginning, a Harry Potter + Vampire Knight Crossover fanfic

...*DISCLAIMER* The Harry Potter characters do not belong to me they belong to J. K. Rowling. The Vampire Knight characters also do not belong to me they belong to Matsuri Hino. The only character in here that belong to me is Chastity Thanos and her family...

Pureblood vs. Pureblood

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Chastity comes from a high class family full of Pureblood Vampires. She also comes from the Thanos clan and for some odd reason she got stuck in that family. She is absolutely not like any of them at all. Why did they name her Chastity? It is totally ridiculous. To have that name of all names is out of her character. She is 15 years old and will remain that age for the rest of her life.

Chastity will always remember the day that she was changed. She had been attending the Cross Academy's Day Class at the time and we were on our winter break. She had always been allowed to go home because her birthday had been so close to Christmas that Headmaster Kaien Cross couldn't refuse. The classes end two days before her birthday and it takes about a two day drive to get there so her family's driver comes pick her up as he usually does. They had arrived "on schedule" as the driver put it and she automatically knew that inside is a party waiting for her.

She walks inside and everyone yells surprise like they do every year and she pretends that she has no clue that they would be there. She throws her arms around her father and mother thanking them for the party that they put together for her. She greeted everyone like she did every year but the thing that changed was when her father pulled her aside.

"Darling, I have a special gift for you in my study. I would really prefer nobody else knew about this. If your mother found it she would kill me," he told her as she followed him into his study. "This will be a secret between the two of us."

Once they reached the study he locked the door behind them. She knew the only times he locked the door was when he was doing something that he should be doing but he had never locked it with her in there with him.

"Angel, you know I love you right," he began.

"Yes Father," she replied slightly confused. The only time he really ever calls her angel is when he had made my mother mad with some of his radical experiments or with some of his "stupid decisions" as mother would say.

"Good and you know I would never do anything that I didn't think was best for you right," he continued.

She answered, "Yea, I know, but what does this have to do with tonight."

"Honey," he said as he walked over to his desk. "You're very beautiful for your age and your mother and I had agreed that it was time."

"Time, what do you mean by that," she argued. "Time for what, I really don't understand what you are talking about."

He pulled out a box from one of the drawers of his desk and lifted the lid. There inside was this beautiful necklace. It is a black Victorian style necklace just as she had always wanted. He began to place it around her neck. As he did so she moved her long, luscious dark brown hair. Once around her neck her father turned her around to face him.

"Ah, angel, you are even more beautiful," he said admiringly as his fingers moved up and down the side of her neck. He continued to stare at her for what seemed hours. He had a look of loving regret and a look of blood lust. She threw his hand away from her neck.

"Stop you're scaring me," she yelled with panic. "I don't want this. I don't want to be anything like you. I have a life and friends that I want to keep. I can't just change this life I have already created."

"Angel, please calm down I don't want our guest to hear you fussing, besides this is your destiny," he pleaded.

"I don't care. I want to stay the way I am." she began to cry as she raced for the door. She remembered that he had locked it but she couldn't undo the locks. Her father had reached her in a flash and before she knew it he had her pinned up against the door. She tried to plead her case but nothing got through to him. He began to mutter of how he had to do it and how he hated doing so. With one hand holding both of her hands above my head, the other one moved her hair to the side ever to gently. He tilted her head just enough to sink his teeth into it. She began to feel it. Blood moving up her neck she wanted to cry out but she couldn't. They began to slide down the door to their knees. She could feel tears rolling down her neck and she knew her father was crying. He knew her wishes from the moment she knew of her vampire lineage. He cut his wrist just deep enough were a small amount of his blood ran out.

"Drink, angel, I beg of you," he pleaded with more tears rolling out of his eyes.

She tried to refuse but she began to fell dreadful and all she knew was that she was fading in and out of consciousness. He placed his wrist to her lips and blood began to flow towards my tongue. Once its taste soaked in, my body began to thirst for more. She tried to resist but the urge began to grow stronger by the minute. The harder she tried to resist the stronger the urge. It was as if a hungry wild tiger was being held back from eating its prey. She finally had to give in to the temptation for she couldn't hold on any longer. She began to drink more and more. Her father pulled his wrist from her lips and she knew she had had enough to sustain herself.

They sat looking at each other while the bite marks began to disappear from her neck. Once the marks were totally gone her father stood to his feet. He grabbed her hand helping her up and leading her out of his study. Time had felt is if hours had gone by, but it had merely been a few measly minutes. When they arrived back to the party all the vampire guests were staring in their direction.

"They say that the smell of cherry blossoms comes from a Pureblood when their blood is shed," Father explained. "That's why they are looking in this direction."

She just simply nodded in agreement. Before she knew it many of the older vampires were asking her father for if their sons could have her hand in marriage. As they began to swarm her father she found herself walking toward the table full of food. Once she reached it she found that she had lost the feeling for eating. It was as if the food began to look and smell rancid. She noticed out of the corner of her eye several people she had recognized from Cross Academy. When she went to look over she had found that she was surrounded by the entire Night Class. The dorm leader, Kaname Kuran, placed his hand on her head and tousled her hair.

"Keep her company," he told the others as he headed towards my father.

"Yes, sir," they replied in unison.

They all began to bombard her with comments and questions. She found it hard to take everything in all at once. Next thing she knew she was at the top of the stairs heading towards her bedroom with the sounds of shattering glass behind her. She couldn't get any sleep no matter how hard she tried. It was as if her body was refusing to relax. She now had to change her sleeping pattern from sleeping at night to sleeping in the day. She could hear the noise from the party down below but she could have cared less about it. Her life had turned completely upside down. She began to think about her friends at Cross and how she would not be able to hang with them like she used to. Lost in my train of thought she had failed to recognize the knock at her door but was interrupted by Kaname when he had entered.

"You know everyone is waiting for you down stairs," he said to me. "Plus there are gifts that are not being opened."

"Huh?" she replied stupidly as she turned to face him. "Oh, right, um…I'm not feeling to well."

"You're so beautiful. I think everyone would love to see you. Besides a birthday girl shouldn't be alone on her birthday," he said trying to convince her to return to the party.

"I can't." she retorted searching for any excuse to not go back.

"Stop trying to make up and excuse. It really isn't worth it," said Kaname as he grabbed her hand.

He lead her back the party where he had whispered into her ear, "I'll be with you the whole time, I promise, Your Majesty." At that she nodded and allowed him to lead her down the stairs and back to the party. It was the next morning when everyone had left. She began to get sleepy so she headed up to her room for sleep. Her body had managed to adjust to the new routine immediately and before she knew it the routine had become a habit. Eventually she had to return to Cross and not as a Day Class student but as a new member of the Night Class.

She had managed to get along well with the other night students but when her friends saw her there they began to ignore her. She became discouraged at this and found herself not leaving for class as the others did. Kaname would try to convince her to leave her room but each day became harder and harder for her to leave. Her friends in the day classes were her escape from reality but without them reality began to sink in and hit her hard.

Eventually she stayed in her room watching the sun rise and fall. Minutes turned into hours and hours turned into days. What had felt like minutes was actually days. Time began to fly after a couple of weeks Kaname waltzed into her room for the last time.

"You are going to leave this room every day from now on. I am sick of you moping. You have to get out," he said slightly raising his voice.

"They hate me," she stammered.

"They're just jealous that all," he explained to her.

"I still don't know, I feel empty," she said placing hands together and holding them near her heart.

"You're just hungry," said Kaname as he began to laugh.

This made her giggle enough to be convincing enough to leave the room with him. She had managed to go to every class for the rest of the year. She had gained many new friends that she would be able to have for the rest of her life.

School finally ended and she was able to gain back the part of her she once used to know. When she had arrived home for the summer Kaname was sitting on the couch talking to her parents. Her parents motioned her over to them.

"Angel, come and have a seat will you," Father began. "We need to discuss your future."

"Excuse me?" she asked more confused than she had been before.

Mother said to her, "Please, darling we need to talk."

"Fine," She retorted while rolling her eyes. She walked over to the chair away from everyone but Kaname stopped her on her way.

"Please sit here. This is really important," said Kaname as he gently patted the seat next to him on the couch in front of her parents.

*sigh* "Fine," Chastity said as she sat next to him.

"Angel, Kaname asked for your hand," explained Father. "Your mother and I decided that I would be the best if you married him."

"WHAT? NO!" she yelled.

"Please calm down," said Kaname calmly while glass began to break all around them.

"No this is outrageous. I can't believe that you would do this to me," she raged.

"This is our decision and you will obey," yelled Father.

"No, you can't make me,"

"Watch me."

They began to argue back and forth but her mother stopped them.

"Both of you shut up. Honey you must marry him. It's the way of Purebloods," she said. "Please, it's the only way for happiness."

"NO," she replied as she stormed off to her room.

She stayed in her room until morning when she was finally able to fall asleep. She awoke to darkness as she normally did but the difference this time was the cold changes around her wrists and ankles. She looked around the room and found that she was chained to one of the walls in a stone room.

"You have disgraced us," came Mother's voice.

"Mother? MOTHER! PLEASE! Mother, don't do this. Please." she tried to plead but was shut out by the chamber door shutting.

The cuffs around her wrist and ankles were so tight that she could barely twist them. The chains that held her to the wall were semi loose. They were loose enough for her to stand and walk a couple of inches before they restrained her. There was a window in the chamber room which helped her know when the sun set and rose the next morning but her eyes weren't anywhere near the light. She tried to keep count of the days but after a while she began to lose track of time. As she waited she began to yearn for the smell and taste of blood. She began to fade slowly into insanity waiting for a victim to come and try to save her. Each day she found her body growing weaker and trying to fight the temptation of biting the first person that walked in to room didn't help much.

People have stated that patience is a virtue but with as blood thirst vampire, patience began to slip through her finger like water. She found that she was constantly looking at the door hoping for that one stupid person to waltz in and come close enough so she could sink her sharp fangs into that warm pulsating neck. Then out of now where the smell of blood grew closer and closer to her nose. The smell grew stronger and it encompassed her. She thought to herself that this is it someone will find her and then she shall feed and fill the emptiness.

A couple of days went by and then those two days turn into two weeks. She began to get discouraged and began to think that she was going to die of starvation and never get the chance to drink human blood. She began to stop watching door as much and she began to look out the window. She could hear young girls laughing out beneath the window. The sky was a baby blue with little white clouds drifting ever so slowly across it. As she stared at the clouds in the sky looking at their different shapes, a ghost glided into the chamber. This was new. In the time that she was in the chamber she had never had a guest and of all the things that entered the room was a ghost. She couldn't bite the guy plus he's dead anyway so what's the point in even have a conversation with it, she thought to herself. Then she realized he could bring someone to her.

"Whoa, you're a girl," said the ghost. "Why aren't you down stairs with the others aren't you hungry?"

"There're others?" she asked. "So that's why it's so loud."

"You can hear them?" asked the Ghost.

"You can't?" she asked back.

"No! Wait, are you a first year here?" he questioned.

"What's with all the questions first of all, and what is a first year? Is the a school or something?" she questioned back with an irritated tone.

"Umm…how did…what" he stuttered with confusion.

"Be gone with you!" she exclaimed as she raised my hand pointing to the door. By this time her eyes were red and her powers sent him in the direction she wanted him to go.

A few moments later she could hear many mumbled voices and the smell of blood was so strong she had lost all normal sanity. The chamber door open and several people entered the room. That smell is all she wanted for the longest time. She stood to her feet and she tried to come at them. She had been wanting their blood so badly that all her patience left her for good. She thought to herself, finally the time has come. As she lunged at them her chains stopped her and they jumped back.

"My word," said one of the ladies. "Sir Nicholas said there was a girl in here but I had no idea it was this bad."

"Professor, why is she…" ask a wee little man as he looked up at an old man with a long white beard.

"I'm so hungry," she interrupted.

"Calm yourselves," stated the white bearded man. "Here, my dear."

The man walked over to her showing his wrist and holding it in front of me. She finally was getting that warm touch to her lips. She sunk her fangs into his wrist and began to drink.

"She's a…" began the same lady from before.

"Yes, Minerva" said the man in front of me. "That's enough. That should sustain you until we can get you to the infirmary."

Once he had pulled away she was able to calm down dramatically to the point where she eyes were their natural blue color again. All of the people in the room calmed as well. She fell to her knees in exhaustion. All of a sudden a light shot at her and the chains around her wrist and ankles had come off and they fell to the floor with a clink.

"Albus are you sure about this. They can be quite dangerous," said Minerva.

"Albus?" she questioned curiously with a little giggle.

"Albus Dumbledore at your service," he said as he bowed.

*giggle giggle* "You're a funny looking man." she stated. "What's with the robe? Is it past your bedtime or something?"

Dumbledore begins to chuckle.

"Insolent little child," yelled a man with shoulder length black hair as he pointed a stick at me.

"It's a stick." she said as she began to laugh.

"Do you want to see what this stick can do?" questioned the man.

"Severus put down your wand before you scare the poor child," commanded Dumbledore. "Come and help me take her to the infirmary."

The man named Severus replied with a growl and obeyed the command.

"I don't wanna go there, besides I'm fine." she whined as she tried to stand to my feet. "Ahhh."

"See you do need to go to the infirmary," said Dumbledore as he helped her up for she had fallen back to her knees from weakness. Before she knew it darkness had closed in on her and she was unconscious.