Disclaimer: I don't own HP. I don't own any of White Wolf's ideas either. (clans etc.) This disclaimer is still valid on later episodes. If I were to own any of this, I would be a billionaire which I'm sadly not.

Rating: Rated M for being safe. The story will began as a T rated one. I may decide to do some censorship on this site and lower the rating later, since I'm still not sure how further I can go as I will write some of scenes that contains sexuality and violence. I will seek guidance for this later but it's not one of the things to worry about yet.

Pairing: There will be Slash. There will be TR/ HP but I am not calling in for a main pairing yet.

The messy haired boy struggled between his sheets, burying his head to very similar fabric covering his pillow as he stopped the moan which was still trying to escape his throat. He could feel someones presence, probably Madam Pomfrey's or the headmaster with his trademark twinkling blue eyes. Since they wouldn't let his friends meet with him first. Oh, yes. He knew exactly where he was.

This time, he didn't remember what he got himself into. But his head felt like a brick, so he wasn't optimistic enough to believe everything was fine. He, in fact, doubt if it would ever be fine after Sirius... After Sirius pasted that damn veil.

"Harry? Are you awake?" asked a female voice. The tone was soft and kind. He didn't need his thousand bad experiences to tell that never a good thing happened after that. He opened his eyes to hear what was the deal at this time, so he could just get over with it. He gave up trying to get things his way just to sunk even deeper into the situation. Everything always had been out of his hands no matter how much was he tired of it. He quitted trying, knowing it didn't really matter in the end. That might make him seem like a reckless fool but he didn't feel better than either. So he would observe things happening around him. That was all his power could hold now. And he knew people treating him like a crystal phial didn't help much. He opened his eyes to see who was he dealing with. Hopefully, he would get out of the infirmary as soon as possible. It was probably the only place in Hogwarts he hated being at.

In front of his bed, there stood a girl next to a taller boy. He didn't recognise them but seeing as no danger, he moved his gaze to familiar surroundings. Something was different. He couldn't put his finger on it but it was. His face filling with confusion, he again began studying the girl first. As he thought they wore Hogwarts robes at the first sight but they only seemed to have the robes on. Looking more carefully and seeing there was another emblem on rather than Four Houses'. This making him decide those couldn't be uniforms either. They should have been from outside the school but they were young to not be students.

Now being more curious than before, he wondered what was those two strangers doing in Hogwarts, he tried to get a better look of the emblem which ended in a failure. He could only recognise a circular shape through the girls honey colored hair. And he couldn't get a view from the boys robe at all but he assumed it would be the same. Meanwhile, as he was beginning to feel uncomfortable with girls worried hazel eyes. He instinctively moved his hand to push his glasses over his nose just to find they weren't there. He dumbly looked to further. He was seeing better than he ever did in his all life. Just when he was about to ask what happened to his sight and where was his glasses...

"You have been laying lazily there for days and the healer refused to tell us what happened to you. Care to explain?" Offered a bored voice. Harry couldn't help but cautiously stood up, feeling his body tighten up as his fists were clenched defensively.

"An explanation would be fine. And she is actually nice Tom. Not everyone has to join your little fan group." A snort came from the girl. Harry reacted to fastly to turn his head to 'Tom' which led into his head aching very badly. There was an annoyed look on the similar yet not so similar face. When he felt his heart beat being too fast, he tried to calm down. He had so much worse than this nightmare after all, right?

Afraid to see young dark lords face as he knew the possibly of facing him turned to Sirius and die to one of dozens creative ways that he didn't observe his death, yet. Shutting his eyes, he started counting to ten over and over again.

"Do not ignore me, you ungrateful prat! Why am I the one who has to collect your all homework? I curse the day we were partnered. Let me inform you that you have a lot of work to do and you can't even get yourself to give one reasonable explanation. I wouldn't be surprised to find out you only ditched it for no reason at all. Whatever you say, I won't be believing you. Oh, wait! I would be damned to believe you."

Harry blinked surprisingly. It had been long time to dream about his bad grades, he didn't really worry about them anymore. But getting scolded by a young version of Voldemort and not Snape? Well, wasn't that new and iconic? Not caring the way angering the other boy, Harry gave a good laughter. Maybe this couldn't be considered as a nightmare at all.

"I told you to not worry about him, didn't I? Next time, you better listen me Beth or I swear, there will be some consequences. We both saw he is fine and I am going."

"Just wait a little longer. Please, we will extend our deal. Ok? Just a little longer. That's not too much to ask. Do you remember Harry missing one of his Fencing classes? It is different this time."

Still laughing hysterically, Harry swept his tears from his ways. And now focusing on viewing his newly noticed muscular arms, his laughs even got louder. He wanted to be stronger. He wanted to protect his loved ones, saving them from dying because of his incapabilities. But growing muscular wasn't way to do that. He wasn't dealing with Dudley.

"Harry. What happened? There has to be more than what Tom says. You trust us, right?"

"I trust who? Tom?" This was just getting better and better. He couldn't hold his breath to say more. Imagine a world where The-Boy-Who-Is-So-Unlucky-To-Die having chit-chats with Lord Voldemort! His bursting out seemed to angered Beth too.

"I know you have some unsolved problems. And it's reasonable that you have some nerves but..." She spotted. "Morgana! Harry, listen to me now! Harry?!" Looking irritated at the boy's laughs.

"Can we leave now?" Said the miniature Dark Lord in a cold voice. Now, Harry was holding his stomach while he continued his laughing.

"Oh, fine. Have it your way. I am tired of this! Sometimes, Tom seems to know you more than I am which is saddening. You have developed a rare ability to act like such an arse!"

After two leaved the infirmary, Harry laughed some more until his eyelids got heavy. Thinking the dream was over as his mind lingered in darkness. He would wake up in the morning and everything would be normal as it could be.

He had a very strange dream. He repeated to himself. Just wait until I tell Ron about this. He would get a longer laughter session than I had. But I certainly have to be alone with him before. I know everyone will make a big deal out of it and I can't stand to being in this place any longer than I had to. Merlin, save me from ending up in St. Mungo some day. I can't even tolerate this.

Yawning slowly he looked to empty beds with relief once more. He had been so silent to not make a voice and get Madame Pomfrey to stuck potions to his throat once more. He would rather just lay in the bed and rest. Now he was awake, it should be easy to heal his own. He was feeling awful but he remembered forming newly skeleton in this very same room before, he wasn't one to complain.

"Harry..." His existence paused a little. He nervously glared at other beds to find out who he had missed out of his sight. He hoped it wasn't someone he knew. He slowly studied each bed, seeing there was nobody but himself in the room. He puffed his pillow, now standing his back at the bed he started examining surroundings.

When he saw the books Tom brought yesterday, he was stunned. He wasn't able to think anything for minutes which felt like hours until his inner voice came with a reasonable explanation. He was hallucinating. Of course, that wasn't a dream, not a complete dream. Maybe Hermione was the one who brought the homework subjects and since his mind wasn't really stable it was understandable to him to began halucinating. He didn't remember what happaned but now, he was convinced that a terrible thing happened. Or maybe he finally went mad, not being able get over the death of his god father.

"Harry..." Repeated the whispering voice. His mind was blank for a moment. It would explain everything if somebody would tell him he went mad. Then, he wouldn't have to worry about No-Nose-Man. Also he could easily get along with The-Boy-Who-Had-Been-A-Failure. He couldn't get himself to care any longer. All this people didn't believe him in the first place. He was hated and called a liar. He couldn't be worse than what already happened.

"A price must be payed..." He blinked, hearing the soft female voice again. It was low, yet he could hear it so clearly as someone was just beside him. "Deal is done... Har..." Hearing someones cough, he moved his head to a middle-aged woman that he had absolutely no idea who she was. But she definitely looked like she had been there for enough time to hear the sound.

"Ugh... Did you hear that? Who is it?"

"What am I supposed to hear, Mr. Potter?" Recognising the healers robe, Harry gave the woman a ridiculous look before he shook his head madly.

"Who are you? Oh, nevermind. Just tell me. Haven't you hear that? Do you know what was the deal she was talking about? If it's about the next Quidditch match of Canons, I swear I didn't gamble with twins. Merlin! What did I got myself into?" One moment, he was up holding her waist. He groaned loudly into his pillow. In a moment he heard people's feet running to the room. Instead of giving them a look, he cursed silently. The headache was so terrible. Gasping for breath, he took his time to studying the people. Then he saw the girl from yesterday rushing to him.

"Harry? Calmed down. I'm sorry. It will be alright. Madame Bones will help you. Just calm down."

"It was Beth, right? How come you know me? I mean really know me in person?" He whispered hoarsely as he immediately blinked his eyes to see the girl. It was all shadows and pain. Pain was everywhere. It hurt everywhere. He shot down his eyes as seeing shades of grey didn't really help at all. He wanted it stop. Moaning, he heard the door open.

"SON?! Are you awake? Is he fine? MOVE PEOPLE!" Hazel eyes met unseeing emerald ones. It still hurt but Harry managed to stand up and tried to move to the image of his dad. He could feel his tears running down. Pain was also in his throat.

"D-d... Dad? You real?" He felt strong arms holding him before he collapsed to the floor. He squinted. He was trying to get a better view despite the all pain he felt. "Is that how you see here dad?" Said with a sad smile causing his father to give him a look mixed with confusion and concern.

"I feel so much pain. I think I must have been halucinating before I died. I figured the pain should be because my body isn't completely dead yet." Harry gave a hopeful look to his father before continued."Will you help me cross the line dad? I guess that's why you are here. I asked because all I can see is all shades of grey. Is that how the sight of the dead supposed to be? Black and white?" Now that arms around him was strengthening.

"No, son. You are not dead, not when I can help it. I don't think it's a matter of life but we will take you home early if necessary. Don't worry, I will be there." Harry couldn't catch up with words but was too tired to resist when some potions got drowned into his throat.

"Slow down, Tom. You'll awake him. He needs a lot of rest. He won't appreciate it. He looked so confused and broken. I am not letting you in."

"Well. Beth, my darling. I am only doing what he asked me to do in order to return a favor. You could even say that I am here to help from some point of view. Harry would say that at least. He had me taken a vow. So I will ask you nicely to move out of my way. He will be better when I'm done. Alone." Harry nervously moved. He was feeling dizzy that making him not doing any effort to see who was coming.

"Fine. But James finally convinced Duppet to let us leave. You, me and Harry expected to leave before curfew and you don't have a lot time." Hearing as the door shut, he blinked to see Riddle. The boy wordlessly sat on the crouch, opening a book in his lap.

"Teachers will let you pass without homework but we will receive our summer homework later. Lunatic is here to help you. He showed up out of nowhere as he always does." Said Riddle dismissively.

"Oh. That surely is interesting. Isn't it? Tom, it seems like you finally found your self a fellow. Seeing as Harry became a mage now. Not a fully mage but one has so much potential. He always had." And Harry saw a man with long dark hair who showed up from middle of shadows. First thing he noticed was the glowing silver eyes. He had a mesmerizing scent. As Harry saw man's crazed smile which ended up showing his fangs, he gasped. He knew he should start panicking now, he even felt calmer than before. It was like being in Dumbledore's presence, only better. But that didn't stop his eyes widening.

"I suppose I should introduce myself. It's iconic that you don't need an introduction to recognise your beast. But Malkav knows that, it was your fate from the beginning to know him the way you supposed to like here. How cruel it only didn't happen because of a fool. And you broke the rules, manage to escape from old one's paws just to be under of a new puppet master.

Dead and alive but shan't be either one. You have to die twice to succeed that. Break the mirror, call of The Hydra's last breath. I shall not tell you whom she is, childe. You might understand whom she is not from what he says."

"Wait. A mage? Tell me which spheres."

"Correspondence, matter and time. That makes three, thought not all of them was advanced. Now let me clear my mad mind. Even a Daughter of Cacophony's song wouldn't cure the echos I'm getting if I dwell deeper now. Oh, almost forgot the introducing part. Nice to being reminded of that. Now, Harry. I am The Malkavian. You named me Emeric. Funny you, isn't that? I suppose I need to heal you adventurer. Maybe having a favor of fate's consort will help you this time. Who knows. Your questions will be answered once you got your home. You would delighted to know your beast will help you." Tom mumbled something as he took his book from where it fell. He seemed to think what he got for an answer was better than nothing. But Harry didn't understand a word of it. He wanted to know what's going but before he opened his moth, he was interrupted by Emeric again.

"You don't understand my child? You are back in 1940s, even boring than 1830s has been if you'd ask me about it. When you took a trip to this altered universe, your soul went straight to your counterpart's place. However, it comes with benefits. The two of you's magic wasn't enough. That's why you woke up in the infirmary. Your core was completely drained, leaving you vulnerable and still recovering. Your beast will help you catch up with this world. No worries on that." The vampire was so close and yet, Harry didn't feel afraid. The adrenaline should have rushed into his veins by now. remembering the most boring lesson with Lupin which was reading half myth, half truth or no truth at all book about vampires. Harry decided his emotions were controlled. He was looking into the vampire's eyes blankly as they were nose to nose now. Vampire was breathing but that would be because he was smelling things. He felt a cold hand left side of his neck, slowly beginning to caress his skin. Emeric's eyes now was darkened with a hungry look on his face.

"Move back and explain, you filthy parasite. You don't want me to show what I'm capable of." Said Tom with a warning. When vampire left, Harry saw a glint of red flashed in eyes of Slytherin heir.

"It's entertaining how we know more than you snobbish wizards. Our ways are harder to access but we have a better understatement than you. You would only imagine to be in our standards. Even a fresh-blood of Malkavian would do better." He sighed-which Harry found amusing a vampire's sigh- and sat on Harry's bed. His hand was holding one of Harry's foot causing Harry felt slightly uncomfortable which didn't last long before he went back to his numb state. "

If all the thins happened at the same time, it would also happen in the same place with where you'd kept making the same decision again and again. For making it possible to there's an altered dimension of our world to exist, timeline should have been changed. As things go different, a family with all his close members could born in different times which happens to be earlier than it is in Harry's situation. It could easily effect the history, probably some of the things here is different from his universe. Also even his existence will cause more changes. There's also a possibility of some people would have never been existed as some people who didn't exist before would. Oh, Harry. By the way, I have feeling that I should tell you this. When your father leads the way to your manor, you'll be meeting your sister and brother. Don't mess things up." Harry was shocked.

He wouldn't believe them if only he didn't see his father, he would think that it was a trap of Lord Voldemorts. But his father had been real, he was so sure of himself. He gulped at realisation. His family was alive and he had siblings. He wasn't THE Harry Potter. He was just Harry. He would adept into this dimension. His family was alive and he could maybe have a normal life. Wasn't that all he wished for from the beginning? He wanted his family and now he could have it. Having a potential Dark Lord over summers wouldn't hurt much. They weren't allowed to do any kind of magic anyway. And he would stop him, so many people wouldn't be dead. And Emeric seemed so oddly familiar to him. He was trusting him without knowing the reason and quietly listening to his words. But he got his family, it didn't matter.

"You don't even know your family? Were you a single child?" Said Tom after a while, not waiting him to answer. "Seems like I wasn't exaggerating when I was saying you have so much to do. After all this, you surely have a lot to catch up on. At least you would, until we find a way to send you back and get our Harry back."

"You have no idea, don't you? Told you vampires are so much better than wizards or at least know more than the British Wizarding World. And we can't even use a wand to do magic whenever we feel Harry is still there, sleeping and we can send this one back." The vampire answered him. "Oh, come on. Shut up Riddle. He has his memories. He hasn't gone anywhere and he is still there. He can't really access them and we should treating him like a person who lost in his memories due to an accident. I give it a week and he will be fine. Think about it as only thing changed was he has more memories now. Like being lost in a pensive for so long, you began to think that was your life before you have time to clear your thoughts. Of course, it is different and he is real. The point is both of them are in this body now. Trust me when I say it will be fine in weeks when I say it. You don't have to do much, I will be also visiting and helping him. You two will follow your old schedule only with some additions added."

"I'm not a seer. I don't have insight. You can't blame me for not knowing Lunatic. And I would stay this way if the other meant being mad. I like my healthy mind, thanks. I will pass it. You should get to real helping Emeric. Heal him." Said Tom breaking the contact with Harry's eyes, staring out of the window.

"Oh, yes. Harry, childe. My beautiful, look at me." Harry had a bad feeling about this but still did as told. "Good. Now, I will be giving you my blood and you will drink it. You won't throw up, hesitate or think about. I am here to help. Drink it, childe. You need it." Emeric sliced his waist before forcing Harry to open his mouth. "Don't think, just drink." The vampire whispered causing Harry to do as told once more. He sensed the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. He was so sure he'd throw up. It surprised him when it felt like a usual thing to do. He sank his teeth deeper to get more of the vampire's blood. When a hand pushed him back, he turned his eyes up, seeing Emeric's face was full of ecstasy. The vampire smirked, his eyes were dreamy. "Time to hunt for me, young one." And with that, he was already gone.

The hand was still holding back on his face. Harry awkwardly looked at Tom who had an unreadable expression on his face. The fear he thought he should feel was there but only an echo of it. It didn't make him flicker. He even handled this better than with the memories of young Tom Riddle. He was brave, he was a Gryffindor.

"Um... I have a brother and a sister? Mum and dad are alive?" He saw a hint of interest before it disappeared again.

"Yes. You have two half siblings. Your dad is alive and remarried. Thought I can't say much about your mother. The only knowledge I know about her is your parents were divorced before she died. And you use more formal titles. So the word you are using should be father and you call your step mother by her name. You have a betrothal with Beth but you are mostly like friends since you... Well, that should be enough for now. We will do this with Emeric's way. We really need you to gain access to your memories." Harry agreed on that one. Before he had a chance to ask more questions, he was met with his father's smiling face and Beth beside him.

"Son, it's time to go home." Home... he thought. Maybe his mother was still death, but he tried to see the half full part of the glass. He got to meet with his siblings after all.