This is my very first story, well really the Prologue and first chapter to my very first story. I own very little of this, credit goes to J.K. Rowling. Also credit to Miranda Flairgold and her amazing stories, they influence this story hugely, as you will be able to tell. Please review with any thoughts you have, positive or negative I really appreciate the feedback. Fair warning my grammar can be spotty at best and downright atrocious at worst. Stick with this story, it'll be a wild ride.

From the inky darkness lightning flashed dangerously, it was without a doubt the worst storm the small town had seen in years. The townsfolk, magical and muggle alike were shutting their shutters and doors, and raising what wards they could, none of them had ever seen such a violent, black storm pop up so quickly. Halloween in Godric's Hollow was suddenly split from a peaceful holiday to a violent downpour. Torrential rainfall, and black skies were without a doubt a bad omen, according to some of the more superstitious residents of the small town.

But one Felix Drakul, an ancient vampire, and only surviving member of the Drakul bloodline, knew better. He was an accomplished Necromancer, among many other talents, he had almost by himself modernized and improved the art of Necromancy, and he knew death magic when he felt it. He had been in England for about ten months, seducing the local women, and sampling the blood of England, but more importantly, he was working on some very important projects. He had come close to taking one on as a slave, but had decided against it on the basis that Felix would rather not start another vampire/wizard war, especially so soon after the last one. Vampires still kept slaves, just usually they had good reason to, or the person would not be missed. That was not so in this case.

Felix had been also working on some of his own private projects. Felix was undertaking massive thread magic project, which was magic that was cast and used by weaving and tying various threads into various knots and patterns, that would be a world wide project, and a great asset to Felix when he finished. On the side he had been tracking down some stray death magic he had been sensing, but with little to show for his admittedly half assed efforts. That is he had little luck up until precisely thirty four seconds ago. Thirty four seconds ago he had felt the single largest spike of wild death magic since the whole fiasco with the Elves in 500 A.D.

He had immediately secured his project and his tent, with a few simple and quick flicks of his wand, where he was staying as he camped all throughout England, and stood outside his tent for a second. He focused more on the death magic he was feeling, and within a moment or two had a more precise fix on the location.

Apparating into the middle of a massive and sudden storm Felix cast a few charms to repel the water and keep himself dry. He hated wearing wet robes, almost as much as he hated vampire-hunters. He sensed the death magic pouring out of a small cottage up on a hill, and could even see the death magic doing its work and taking its toll on everything around it. A black cloud, that looked very similar to a funnel cloud of a tornado, was fueling the violent storm that was pouring rain down on the village.

Flicking his wand this way and that as he progressed through the village Felix was casting basic concealing wards that would prevent the sheer amount of death magic from being registered on scanners that Felix was sure the Ministry would have set up.

Felix easily waded his way through the cloud of death magic that was visibly decaying the trees and plants as he made his way up to the hill. Any muggle would have immediately perished and had their life force stripped away to fuel the storm had they been dumb or brave enough to approach the cottage on top of the hill.

Making his way through a gate, and past a small graveyard near the cottage Felix began to siphon all of the death magic into a special death magic containment cube, for later examination. He tracked the cloud to it's very center, and went into the partially blown up, slightly decaying house, which was taking the brunt of the damage from the death magic.

He went up the stairs very carefully, his ornate wand always casting spells and charms to try and decipher the meaning of it all. He stopped dead in his tracks upon reaching the baby blue door labelled "Harry's Room." Entering the room he saw a beautiful redheaded woman on the floor, obviously dead, yet somehow she looked vaguely familiar. Perhaps she had been one of the women he had seduced and fed off of during his ten month stay in England, yes, that was it, he Felix remembered now. He remembered quite enjoying her. Her passion and emotion could be tasted in her blood, and it was quite delicious for a vampire to drink.

He felt an incredibly strong magical core, very strong ties to death magic that were just beginning to form, and even ties to bloodmagic all coming from the toddler in the crib, whose life was slipping away, fueling the storm with the toddlers very life force that was being turned into death magic. As the little infants magic slipped away going right by him Felix couldn't help but notice huge magical potential in the baby, Harry, he presumed.

Tucking away that tidbit of knowledge Felix knew he had to save this baby, he had simply too much potential to be allowed go to waste. He severed the magical link from the baby to the storm, that was draining away young Harrys life, but soon saw it was not enough. Too much of Harry's life force had slipped away.

Felix had only one real option, to turn the little baby into a vampire, which should be simple despite the slight vampiric magic already radiating off of the child, mostly hidden by the rolling waves of residual death magic. Felix was able to see the small strands of vampiric magic by activating his own bloodmagic runes carved into his eyeballs and eyelids, enabling him to see the ebbing flow of the death magic, and the small, constant trickle of vampiric magic.

Using the fangs present in all vampires Felix sliced a deep cut into his finger, having to consciously disable his natural healing abilites, and deactivating his extensive healing bloodmagic work. He let the wee baby Harry suckle on his finger, ingesting the blood of the ancient. Searching out his magic in his blood that was in Harry he sent a magical signal to attack the regular, healthy blood cells, and turn them into vampiric cells.

As little Harry drank more of the ancient vampires blood the battle in his veins became fiercer and fiercer. His already shaky hold on life was flagging and waning back and forth as the vampiric blood cells turned his regular blood cells over.

This was a rather dangerous thing to do to an infant, but very commonplace in vampire culture. The baby had to be magically very strong, either that or ridiculously lucky. Among the older vampire clans it was not uncommon for the babies with the most potential to be given a single sip of Felix Felicis before the attempt at turning the baby.

Harry had no such luck, but despite massive magical exhaustion in his tiny body and slight magical trauma, he still had large enough reserves to counter the vampirism ever so slightly, allowing his little infant body the precious seconds it needed to adjust to the sudden change.

The sudden change on such a basic, microscopic level was what usually killed the babies during their transformation.

This whole process took just a little over five minutes for Felix, from first sensing the death magic to turning little Harry. Felix had set up some rudimentary wards upon his arrival, but the massive amount of death magic had reached the sensitive death magic detectors in the office of one Albus Dumbledore.

Albus Dumbledore, head of the wizengamot, headmaster of Hogwarts, among other titles, was nearing his one hundredth and eleventh birthday. He had set up his own delicate, and very secret wards over the Potter residence at Godric's Hollow, but these wards were merely detection wards and alert wards, with no defensive or offensive capabilities at all.

Magically feeling all of the Potter wards snap Dumbledore heaved a great sigh, it had begun, the end of the war, for now, and the beginning of a long, tough, life for Harry James Potter. Dumbledore had no way of knowing that he received the signal a solid five minutes after he should have, but he gathered all of his magic to him, just in case he would have to duel or fight, and apparated to Godrics's Hollow.

In the split second time it takes for apparation to occur Felix had been able to sense the massive magical core incoming, and made the split second decision to return to his esoteric projects, and he would be able to return later and retrieve the child.

He could have brought the child along with him, his new Whelp, as new vampires were called by their Makers, but he was fairly sure that any sudden magical travel such as apparition would shock the boy enough to kill him. This was not acceptable, especially when he could just return later to retrieve the Whelp.

Dumbledore arrived as Felix left, Elder Wand at the ready, on full alert. The old wizard had apparated directly into the upstairs room, Harry's nursery room.

Scanning the room he saw the still body of Lily Potter in front of the crib. Closing his weary eyes he had a private moment of silence for Lily, and as he was sure James was dead downstairs, for James too. Walking over to the crib he examined the green eyed, black haired heir to House Potter. Twirling his wand in an intricate pattern, a complex diagnostic charm that would automatically relay any diseases or threats present in Harry straight into his mind, and would project an image of Harrys body and any injuries Dumbledore received the shock of his life.

He couldn't believe it! Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World, Champion of the Light, was a vampire! A damn vampire! Recasting the charm several times, along with half a dozen other charms he had no choice but to accept the reality of it all.

He knew what had to be done, and that it had to be done very quickly. He grabbed little Harry, and apparated straight into his office.

The next part he would never forgive himself for, but he knew that he had to do it, for the Greater Good of the Wizarding World. He apparated to the dungeons of Hogwarts and grabbed a young Death Eater, who had been captured by the Order not too long ago.

Taking the small baby, and the unconscious man into the hidden ritual room attached to his office Dubldedore quickly and efficiently drew the runes in chalk, ash, and blood that were necessary for this old, very nearly forgotten ritual.

Chanting in long forgotten languages, and twirling his wand Dumbledore produced a razor sharp ritual knife, and slid it across the young Death Eater's throat, spilling out his lifeblood all over the room, and everyone in it. Finishing his chant, and beginning to weave dozens of other enchantments, charms, and spells into the ritual that would make it ridiculously powerful and durable Dumbledore cast the final spell, pushing all of the magic he possibly could into it, even accessing magic he had stored in his office, and sealed the Ritual of Binding.

Rituals of Binding were very common, and were widely used. Very few were as complex as the one Dumbledore was undertaking currently, in fact most were quite simple.

The Ritual had to be very powerful in order to bind the knowledge in Dumbledore's soul, and to subtly remove it from the vampire that turned him. And thus Harry Potter was a vampire, but his vampirism was bound and sealed into the very depths of his soul. Unknown to everyone involved the vampirism now in Harry's soul discovered the portion of Voldemort's soul, and locked it away, feeding off of it, and letting it replenish ever so slightly to feed on it again.

Unbeknownst even to himself Felix had the last five or so minutes of his multiple millennium life blurred and mixed over. He would find himself unable to focus on the last few minutes, despite everything that had happened. Felix would simply feel no reason to want to investigate further into the past few minutes, the spell would take care of the rest, the fabrication of the memories and what not.

Dumbledore then downed multiple Replenishing Potions and some Pepper-Ups to reinvigorate himself enough to take Harry to his relatives. Dropping Harry off on the doorstep in a basket, wrapped up in a blanket he considered how his plan had fallen apart.

Harry Potter was now, to the world, a regular wizard, but he was actually a vampire. Dumbledore had planned to have Hagrid come along and take Harry to Privet Drive, but he could not and did not.

Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts, and contemplated his next move, and pondering just how the hell had Harry become a vampire.

Felix Drakul, on the other hand had almost totally forgotten about Harry, due to the subtle Fidelius Charm worked into Harry's bloodmagic by Dumbledore. Felix went back to his thread magic project, and two months later Felix had moved onto another stage of the project, this time in south eastern Asia.

And thus Harry was left, his vampirism securely locked away, with his relatives for a long and miserable eleven years.

Thats the end of the Prologue, hope you liked it. Here's the first chapter.

This story picks up as many others do, especially tales and accounts covering this young mans life.

It was a hot summer day, about noon, and our hero was working in the garden. This was a regular activity for him, he had been doing it everyday for as long as he could remember until That day. The day young Hadrian, usually called "Harry" or "Boy!" Potter received his Hogwarts Letter.

He took to magic, and magic took to him. He studied many different subjects, yet still never coming close to even scraping the surface of magical knowledge. He would study nearly everyday, usually at night time in the library. He had to hide his studies because of his abusiverelatives, who would beat him for doing better than his non-magical cousin, Dudley.

Young Harry went on many adventures during his years at school.

His first year he saved the famous Sorcerers Stone from the clutches of Voldemort, the evil wizard who murdered Harrys parents.

His second year he rescued Ginevra Weasley from the Chamber of Secrets, slaying a thousand year old Basilisk in the process. By doing that he once again escaped and thwarted the plans of Voldemort.

His third year was plagued with trouble and fear. The infamous Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban. He was reportedly going after Harry, in order to finish the job he started when he sold Harrys parents to Voldemort. This came to a head when Harry and his close friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger and his professor Remus Lupin confronted Black. They discovered his innocence, except Black was not believed and had to go back on the run after another daring escape.

This leads us to the fourth year of the not so young Harry Potter. He was selected as the Fourth Champion in the TriWizard Tournament. His selection as champion, despite being too young, laid the first cracks in the foundation of his friendship with Ron Weasley. Never the less, Harry competed admirably and bravely through all the tasks, facing dragons, mermen, and a potentially lethal maze.

The final challenge of the Tournament saw Harry kidnapped along with Cedric Diggory. Cedric was brutally cut down in front of Harry, while Harry was used in a ritual to bring back Lord Voldemort, who was supposedly quite dead. Yet the Wizarding World is as a flock of sheep, and they listened not to the truth, but to what they wanted to hear. Harry and Dumbledore were not believed when they spoke out. Dumbledore even lost many prestigious positions in the Wizarding World that he had held for decades.

Harry then spent the summer at his relatives house, much like he is now, and then returned to Hogwarts for his fifth year of schooling. He was a true leader among the students, organizing Defense Against the Dark Arts classes because of the incompetence of the teacher.

Harry had visions of Lord Voldemort through the whole year, until during an exam they came to a head. He saw his godfather Sirius being tortured by Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic. He gathered his closest and bravest friends and set forth on yet another daring rescue mission.

During the battle a shelf full of Time Turners was knocked over. This is the exact moment in Harry Potters' life where everything started to go wrong.

Ginevra Weasley, or Ginny, was caught underneath the falling shelves, along with one Gregory Goyle Sr. They were both trapped under the shelves and as the Sands of Time sprinkled down on them they aged at an exponential rate. The bystanders saw them whither away and die. It was devastating to Harry. He watched his best friend's little and only sister die before his very eyes, and it was completely his fault that she was even there to begin with.

This, along with the death of Sirius, the only true family Harry had left left Harry as a guilt ridden, emotional wreck.

This also brings us up to the present time. Harry was taking a quick break from the harsh work and was wiping his brow when he saw two black spots approaching in the sky. He watched the two post owls fly over and took each letter. One had the neat and tidy script of Albus Dumbledore and the other bore the Ministry of Magic seal upon it.
Deciding to stop his gardening (Consequences be damned!) he went up to his room to read the letters. Ducking around corners and dodging the eyes of his relatives Harry made his way up to his room, and settled in at his desk. As he read the letter from the ministry he could not believe his eyes.

He muttered as he read…
"Dear ... Informing you of your trial that has taken place last Monday."
"What bloody trial!?"
"You have been convicted of one count of Murder of a Pureblood Witch, one count of Murder of a Pureblood Lord, and Use of an Unforgiveable. You are hereby expelled from the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A squad of Aurors have been deployed to apprehend you. You have ten minutes to say goodbye to your family and organize a will or last wishes. Leaving the property will automatically increase the sentence from Life in Azkaban to Dementors Kiss immediately upon capture."

Harry, mind kicking into over drive, immediately ripped open Dumbledores letter and speed read it. Dumbledore just said that, "Hogwarts is always open for those in need, and to remember your third year summer, my boy."

Harry was perplexed. His third year summer? He had inflated his Aunt Marge, and ran away from home, taking the Knight Bus...The Knight Bus!

He had to take the Knight Bus, but Hogwarts is always open... Dumbledore wanted him to take the Knight Bus to Hogsmeade! Harry looked at the clock, he only had seven minutes to leave the only house he had ever really known and his only family behind, and that suited him just fine.

He grabbed his wand, put a shirt on, and grabbed his trunk, that he always kept packed just in case he had to run away again. His trunk had everything he would need, his Invisibility Cloak, his clothes, books, potions supplies, and his Firebolt from Sirius. He opened up his owls' cage and told her to fly on to The Burrow, where the Weasley clan could take care of her.

He yelled at his only family members still alive, telling them he was leaving, never to return and only then realized he was home alone. Even better for him, he thought as he walked to the side walk and stuck out his wand. The triple decker Knight Bus appeared after a second with Stan Shunpike opening the door.

Two Galleons, and twenty minutes later and Harry was standing nearby the Hogsmeade train station, peering down the long path to take him on to Hogwarts. It was just starting to get dark as he set forth. By the time he reached the front gate it was nearly pitch black outside.

He tried and tried but the gate would not move, and no one could hear him. The stress of the whole situation was beginning to eat away at him as he realized that if he was caught he would be given the Dementor's Kiss immediately.

He started to realize how Dumbledore knew he would be here and possibly just wanted to capture Harry, make it seem like he had run away (which he had) and have Harry given the Kiss. Harry was beginning to panic, his heart was racing and his head was painfully pounding from the stress, and he knew it was only a matter of time before either Dumbledore or the Ministry found him.

Harry knew that it would be a thousand times harder to track his magical signature in the Forbidden Forest, even if he cast any spells.

And so, our brave hero, Harry Potter sets forth into the dark and dangerous forest and unknowingly seals his destiny. He takes the first steps on a path to power, a path to greatness. After all Voldemort did great things, too. Terrible, but great.