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Prince Aeryn Dracula of Wallachia was bored. He had already finished his studies, practiced his sword skills, and read a book. Aeryn couldn't go ride his horse because they were in the middle of a war
and he, being the prince, might be kidnapped and held hostage by enemy spies. Hmm, he thought with a certain glee that only a ten year old could possess, maybe I should go terrorize the monks, I haven't
done that in a while. I'll ask Traian to come with me, of course he really has too if I tell him. The young prince thought, running a hand through his shoulder length black hair, a smirk across his aristocratic
face. Traian, a tall blonde boy, was his best friend and technically his servant. Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and an old man with long silver hair and half moon spectacles appeared in his room.
Aeryn frowned, his nose crinkling as he did so, and asked "Who are you?" There was a slight haughtiness and anger to his tone, after all a man had just appeared in his room.
The man smiled, but Aeryn felt very uncomfortable about him, like something bad was going on. "I, my dear boy, am Albus Dumbledore," Albus said.
"Get out," Aeryn snarled at him, "and don't call me 'dear boy'". He gave him the patented Dracula glare.
"I'm afraid I can't do that. You see I need you for a reason." He hit Aeryn with a stunning spell and with another flash of light they were gone.
That was the last the world would see of Prince Aeryn Dracula, son of Vlad 'Tepes' Dracula and Elisabeta Dracula for 528 years.