A/N: Hello everyone and welcome to A Vampire's Perspective! For those of you who came back, you'll have noticed the change in both title and story content. That's because when I started writing the second chapter, I realised I abslutely hated the first one and decided to rewrite. I like it much better now! Do you? Review and let me know~

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Harry landed in front of the mansion's gates, large artful works of iron that, if you knew where to look, were inscribed with tiny runes, so faintly imbued with magic that none but the most skilled in magical detection would know it was there at all.

Yet within those runes the most powerful warding magic the iron had been able to handle was held within the runes, keeping up a network of magics that would determine who was stood in front of them, and would react appropriately depending on the visitor. And even then, not many even knew how to get in front of these gates, considering the land surrounding the property was unplottable.

Stumbling slightly upon arrival, as he usually did when magical means of instantaneous travel were involved, the wards recognised his presence and magic and silently swung open, allowing passage to the property beyond.

"You've considered my proposal then." Came a voice Harry by now knew rather well. The mansion's ornately carved double doors were open and a figure stood as a shadow barely distinguishable due to the setting sun's rays shining through from the large window a little further into the house.

Harry stepped up to the marble stairs that led to the entrance and nodded. "Of course. I did say I'd only use your portkey if I'd come to a decision." He replied calmly, stepping inside as he was invited to, glad to be rid of the chill that was beginning to settle on the landscape.

"May I ask what prompted the decision? You seemed rather opposed to it at first after all." The man asked, leading them to one of the lavish sitting rooms, decorated in muted reds, accompanied by fine gold and deep mahogany furniture. Refreshments already stood placed upon the coffee table as the two of them made themselves comfortable, almost as if Harry's presence had been predicted.

"Of course, I hardly think I'll have many secrets to keep from you soon anyway, Zachariah." Harry said as he seated himself and almost instantly bypassed the coffee option and served himself some tea, drawing a chuckle from his host, who was observing the action.

"I've had a lot of time to think on your proposal." Harry said after a moment, needing no prompting to continue. He had actually used the proposal as a way to keep his mind off of Sirius' death the previous school year and so far it had worked rather well, though not always.

"I've been summoned to Grimmauld Place recently and considering what all you've had me think about, I've come to reconsider how I view the Order's treatment of me. Don't know if your theories are correct, but I can't say I feel comfortable there anymore, especially not after what happened."

Harry averted his eyes, despite having brought that particular topic up himself. He didn't want to talk about Sirius, not now.

"I've done my own research as well, both within Hogwarts and outside of it. Honestly I found most of it rather funny." He mentioned, shaking his head in both mirth and disgust. "Being that clueless should be criminal..." Not that he could say much on the topic as he'd been just as clueless as the writers of the books he'd been reading up to this point.

Hermione had asked him what his sudden seeming obsession with vampires was. Saying that they were likely to become involved in the war Voldemort was brewing as the werewolves had, had caused her to leave him alone, but his reason for looking up so much information on the subject had been entirely different.

Sometime during his fourth year, where he'd rather needed a friend when his own had abandoned him, Zachariah had written him, first in a manner simply seeming to wish to get to know him, then asking questions and saying things that got Harry thinking, and finally sending him an offer accompanied by a portkey; should Harry ever decide to take his lot up with Zachariah and change species, becoming a vampire.

Of course Harry hadn't accepted at all, at least, not at the time. Now it was nearing the start of his sixth year, and Harry's decision had gone through quite a few tumults until this moment, where his final decision had been made. He knew full well there would be no going back, but then, he wouldn't want to.

He had made his peace with several things, which included the potential loss of his friends, and never returning to Hogwarts again if he had to. Thinking upon everything that had happened to him so far, he wasn't pleased at all. Not only did the British wizarding world try to make him their hero at the ridiculous age of eleven, but seemingly no one was protecting him from the things that seemed to happen every single year, and if it wasn't something in the school attacking him, it was the ministry.

Harry had no obligation to do their dirty work for them, and was ready to say to hell with them and get as far away from Britain as he could, or really, as far as Zachariah would take him. As a fledgling vampire he'd be tied to his sire for a while before he could grow strong enough to go off on his own. But he'd see about that when the time came, for now, he'd have much learning to do.

"Indeed. Thankfully you'll see that not the entire world is as idiotic about these things as the British are." Zachariah replied, a small encouraging smile playing at his lips.

"So?"

"I accept."