~*~Disclaimer~*~ I do not own Harry Potter nor the characters within this fanfiction. I do not own the storyline of Dracula, nor the 1992 movie. I am making nothing off this work of fiction.

~*~Author's Note~*~ Wow… I have been away from the world of fanfiction for too long… and yet here I am returning and into another fandom. Let me explain a little about the birth of this fic. I blame obsessive watching of the 1992 version of Dracula for this. I have had this fic dominating my dreams for the past couple of months and am finally relenting to write it. This fic will be very similar to the movie just… without the vampirism… you will see lines and scenes from the movie. If you have not seen Bram Stoker's Dracula… it is not a problem, but I suggest getting the movie and watching it. Now… I do not wish to be flamed, constructive criticism is welcome, but obsessive flaming and I will do nothing more than delete your comments. You try writing a multi-chaptered epic fic yourself before you down me. Also one more thing…. yes the dates are off from the book that is why this is AU. This story would not work otherwise. I'm well aware Voldemort was born in the year 1926, but I am making him 20 at that time in order for the storyline to work the way I want it. Check the warnings… as there are some and as always please review it does help me to write faster.

~*~Warnings~*~ AU, rituals, bestiality (Only in one scene), probably others as I work through this but I will warn you before any of them come to pass. Oh and there WILL BE MALE/MALE SEX IN THIS. Don't like it? Don't read it.

Prologue: The Beginning

The year... Nineteen Hundred and Twenty-Six. The Wizarding World is falling. The overwhelming force of the Dark swept into Wizarding Europe with a vast superior force. At the head of this power was a man known only as Lord Voldemort. He was feared throughout the land for his ability for cruelty and torture. On the eve of the battle, his bride, Cosmin who he prized above all things on earth, knew he faced an insurmountable force from which he may not return.

The two stood within the small chapel of his home, their eyes holding one another's words unspoken passing between the two of them. When they came together it was with fear, desperation, and passion. Lord Voldemort was a handsome man with his long black locks dancing down his back over his battle robes, his beautiful honey brown eyes holding the emerald gaze of his love. Cosmin was an overwhelming beauty; his beautiful hair fell down his back in spirals of a midnight blue color it seemed under the light of the torches that lit the chapel. His peridot colored green eyes were so bright many said they seemed almost inhuman. The boy was dressed in beautiful flowing green robes of velvet cut to look like an expensive gown trimmed in silver serpents the symbol of his love. His eyes were filled with tears falling from long lashes that made him look all the more feminine.

Voldemort knew if he delayed any longer Cosmin would beg him not to go. Caressing his love's cheek a final time he turned and swept out of the chapel, his cloak swirling around him. Leaving behind his beloved Cosmin who immediately sent up a prayer for his love to survive the coming battle, his name a final whispered plea falling from his rose tinted lips.

"Voldemort…."

The battle was fierce, spells flew everywhere. People of the light and dark fell all around Voldemort as he cut himself a path through his enemies. He lost track of time as he fought for the livelihood of his people, of his love, of his home. Finally after months of fighting he found himself victorious of this monumental battle. Falling to his knees he gave praise to the one who made it possible.

"Merlin be praised. I am victorious." He felt overwhelmed in that moment, knowing there would be more battles to come, and yet he knew today he had made a huge step in taking control of the Wizarding World. Suddenly his heart clenched and he felt as if someone knocked the wind out of him and a single name filtered through his head and fell whispered from his lips.

"Cosmin…" Voldemort immediately took off knowing he had to get home… now.

The vengeful Light shot a message spell into the castle carrying false news of Voldemort's death. Cosmin believing him dead flung himself off the tower of Slytherin Castle. Voldemort upon his return entered the chapel and fell to his knees at his beloved's side, his body having been recovered from the waters. Even in death his love was beautiful, his body broken and bloodied, and yet upon his pale features was a look of peace and longing. The priests stood back and said nothing knowing that Voldemort's wrath would be frightening, but as he read the letter from his love, even they would have never guessed it would have gone so far.

My Beloved Lord is dead.

All is lost without him.

May Merlin rejoin us again.

Voldemort felt his heart break as he wept upon Cosmin's broken form. This was like one of his worse nightmares brought to life. If he had known that this would be his thanks for fighting for the rights of Dark Witches and Wizards he would have never took up his wand.

"He has taken his own life…His soul cannot be saved. He is damned, it is Merlin's Law."

Voldemort exploded his rage knew no bounds as he stood and cried his anger to the heavens. He pushed over a statue of Merlin watching it shatter as he turned to face the Priest who had spoken, his voice thick on it's s's sounding serpentine in nature..

"Isss thisss my reward for defending the rightsss Merlin gave Dark witchesss and wizardsss?"

"Sacrilege!" The priest of Merlin hollered, but Voldemort was having none of it.

"I renounce Merlin! I shall rise from my own death to avenge his with all the powers of darkness!"

The priests stared in shock before Voldemort turned and pulled his wand storming out of the chapel and to the forest. Following him in hopes of talking some sense into him they were stunned silent watching as one by one Voldemort killed creating horcruxes in his wake. Turning to face them after the seventh one his eyes flashed red as he raised his power and sent off the various items in which he made his horcruxes.

"The blood is the life and it shall be mine… and they are my soul… you will never find them."

The priest who had been serving Lord Voldemort since he was an infant sighed sadly before he raised his wand. "Perhaps not… but so long as none of them are near you… you shall never rise. Avada Kedavra"

They watched as with a final cry of pain and anguish Voldemort was cast away never to be heard from again… or so they thought.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Author's Chapter Final Notes~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I do hope you enjoyed the prologue of this story. I'm really excited about this one and I plan on getting the first real chapter out between tonight and tomorrow night. Please review. I will respond to them. In the next chapter... we meet Harry, his current love interest, his best friend, and more. So be on the look out between tonight and tomorrow night. :)