Chapter 1:

First ever crossover fic, so please enjoy!

I don't own either story/characters, simply this plotline!

Set after they find the cup but before they storm in on Hogwarts in DH! In MV, set after Carpe Corpus, but Sam survives (love Sam!)

Harry's POV:

We're screwed. Literally. We have no hope of winning this war without some serious assistance from somewhere.

"Have you any ideas whatsoever, Hermione?" I ask the genius girl in residence in the tent we borrowed from Bill and Fleur given we lost our last tent saying ''Voldemort'' out loud.

She looks worried and contemplating (yes, she's a girl... Apparently she can multi-emotion as well as multi-task) at the same time before answering. "Remember Slughorn's Slug Club Christmas party, Harry, the one you couldn't get out of?" she says, leaving me confused.

"Hermione, we want to find a solution, not go down memory lane," I say patiently, all the while wracking my brain for ideas on how we can defeat Voldemort at Hogwarts within the next two months. Because if we waited any longer, we'd have absolutely no chance of winning - he'd have control of most of Europe by then. Not America, given he says they are stupid, immature, and the lowest of all wizarding kind, but every other powerful country in the wizarding world would be under his belt.

"No, Harry, listen," Hermione says to me. "Remember that guy who wanted to write your biography?"

"Yeah, what about him?" I respond, having vague recollections. Worple, I think his name was.

"He brought a vampire: Sanguini," Hermione responds, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

"You can't be serious - bringing vampires in on our side?" Ron participates, looking shocked.

"We've no other ideas," Hermione responds, sounding a little peeved. "I say we track him down and ask him about where we could possibly find other vampires. We could always go and see them and if it's a dead end, at least it was a possibility," she theorises and I slowly nod.

"Ok. Let's do it. What have we got to lose?" I say wryly and they both snort for some reason.

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"Are you sure that this is going to work, Hermione?" I clarify, as we clear a space in the middle of the tent for Sanguini to Apparate into.

"Harry, I've spent the last 31 hours tracking this elusive vampire around. Of course it's going to work, if only for my sanity!" she replies tetchily - sorry I asked! I return to pointing Malfoy's (well techincally now my) wand in the middle of this space, with Hermione ready to say the summoning charm. Ron's stood by with the best of the food to distract the vampire whilst I bind him - not to harm him, simply so he can't harm us.

"On three. One. Two. Three!" Hermione says before saying an incantation I've never heard before.

A lot of light flashes around, with ominous thundering, before a figure becomes spinning into view. It's the exact same figure that I met approximately 18 months ago now, the tall pale body with greedy looking eyes.

"Want some food?" Ron says, distracting the vampire by throwing food at it. After a nod from Hermione, I flick my wand and bind the vampire in medium tight ropes, so that he isn't in pain (and thus more likely to help us) but not slack enough so that he can escape.

"What do you want with me?" he hisses slightly, fangs protruding from his gums at a disturbing angle.

"Sanguini, we require your assistance," Hermione says pleadingly, trying to bring out any of his humanity. But before she does, she grabs the blood she drew from her own arm earlier on and hands it to the hungry looking vampire. "Firstly, have this."

He rips it open and gulps it down, letting blood dribble down his chin before licking it up. He looks up and seems much more calm and human.

"Thank you, my human child, for such a lovely bequest. I was extremely hungry but now you have provided me with such a service, I will endeavour to help you. I also promise not to kill any of you three," he says warmly, and part of me believes him. However, there's still this niggling part of me that doesn't quite trust him.

"Sanguini, as you are probably aware, we are in the midst of a war," Hermione begins gravely. "We have been on the run for many a month now, and are near the end of this war. Yet we cannot win it, we haven't the strength. We were wondering whether there were more vampires, as to whether they could step in and assist to defeat the Dark Lord once and for all?"

Sanguini laughs slightly, cold and hard. "My dear, I absolutely despise The Dark Lord, and will do everything and anything in my power to assist you," he says.

"Then are there other vampires out there, who can help also?" I ask eagerly and he laughs again.

"Harry Potter... The Chosen One. My boy, you have no idea. I am the last vampire who roams around this earth freely," he say,s making my spirits sink. All of this, for nothing! "However, all hope is not lost. Approximately 200 years ago, Amelie Bishop, the oldest vampire in the world, rounded up every vampire besides myself and forced them to form a town with her as the Founder, or die. They are forced to live there, in harmony some may now say, with reports coming out, with the humans and there is a machine which prevents them from leaving. She only allowed myself to stay out of there because I am her second oldest friend and she didn't want to hurt me," he continues - what? There's a town somewhere that is made up of vampires? How come we never learnt about this in D.A.D.A?

"Sanguini, why does she keep them there?" Hermione asks, intrigued.

"I haven't a clue; apparently it was built on a whim of a moment, when she was bored of New York. People said that the vampire race were under threat from something and that she brought them all together to fight it - if it was her father, Bishop, I'm glad she did. He was a nasty piece of work, in vampire terms as bad as The Dark Lord," he explains.

"Do you think she would help us?" Ron asks eagerly.

"I think... She is aware of the magical world of witches and wizards, as well as the plight her birth country faces against The Dark Lord. Whether she feels it is in her best interests to fight, I do not know. One thing I do know about Amelie is that she hedges her bets - if something poses even a slight risk, sometimes she will not take that path. Yet you could be lucky - go to Morganville, Texas, and speak with her. She may prove me wrong... After all, it is a great many years since we last spoke," he theorises - YES! We could have a chance here.

"Thank you so much, Sanguini, here's some blood for your help," Hermione gushes, handing over some of my and Ron's blood.

He accepts them with a small smile but does not drink. "I have learnt in my life that to be sparing is sometimes the best course of action," he explains. "Gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins, after all. Well, if you would send me back to my home forest, please do so - when you have spoken to Amelie, come and find me before the fight," he continues and we nod.

Just before he whirls away, he whispers, "Please pass on my goodwill to Amelie and tell her I wish we could meet again and how I miss her."

Once he has gone, we sit down and digest the information he has left. One, there is an entire town full of vampires. Two, they normally don't leave and are controlled by Amelie, who sounds like one bad ass. Three, they could be our slim chance at winning this war.

"We need to go to this Morganville and see what its like and what chance we have of getting help," I decide and my friends nod.

"I agree," Hermione nods. "Let's have a sleep tonight then go ready and fresh tomorrow," she decides before heading off to her bunk to sleep.

I clamber into my bed and remove my glasses. Tomorrow we're going to a vampire infested town. Great!

So, what did you think of the first chappy - sort of setting the scene, I think.

Amelie & Morganville will be in the next chapter!

Please review!

Vicky xx