I decided to write this story because I need an outlet for my darker ideas and because I have a hard time focusing on one story at a time. I can't focus on one story for very long, so I have to have at least two to switch around once in a while or else I will lose interest and stop writing. For those who are reading my Drakaina story, don't worry that will still be my primary story. I will continue to update it, just with slightly longer wait periods. Probably just 1 chapter a day instead of two. Of course, I will make those chapters longer than the first few chapters, cause I know that only having 700 words is not enough for a day. They will probably be around 1000-2000 words. Maybe more, depending on how long I can focus on it. Hope you enjoy this story!

Prologue

3 year old Harry Potter moaned in agony. He had been beaten by Uncle Vernon again. He had come home drunk and angry at something. Harry didn't know what, but it didn't really matter since he got beaten anyway. He wished someone would come and take him away. He didn't like it here. Little did he know that his wish would come true.

4 year old Harry Potter was in agony once again. Of course, by now he was used to it as a matter of routine. His Uncle Vernon had gotten his paycheck docked and blamed Harry for it. This had resulted in the worst beating yet. He had at least 6 broken bones. At least they would be healed by morning. Which would result in another beating for being "freakish" of course. He wished he was strong enough to fight back.

5 year old Harry Potter hated his relatives. He had been beaten again last night and he had almost died. It was only luck that had saved him. Well, luck and the fact that Petunia had enough sense to take him to the E.R. before he died and say it was a robbery so that they didn't get in trouble for anything. It wouldn't be proper to ruin their "Normal" reputation of course. Harry wished that he could get revenge for all that they had done to him over the years. Of course, being a 5 year old with little strength, no money, and no weapons, that wasn't likely to happen anytime soon. Harry pretended to be asleep again as he heard footsteps approaching. He hoped that it wasn't his so called "family". The footsteps stopped a few feet away from his bed. Harry waited and then heard a voice that was unfamiliar to him. "I have found him at last. I know you're awake Harry. Don't worry, I'm here to help you."

Harry cautiously turned over and sat up to face the stranger. "Who are you?" He asked warily. The stranger was tall with long black hair and ice blue eyes. He had lean, dense looking muscles obvious underneath his tight clothes. He was wearing all black, expensive looking clothes that made him look dignified. He chuckled and said "My name is Count Dracula. I am here to make you an offer you couldn't possibly refuse." Harry gave him a skeptical look and said "Really? I don't even know you, why would you offer me something?"

Dracula smirked and said "While you may not know me, I most certainly know you. Have you ever done something you couldn't explain, something that happened while feeling strong emotions?" Harry thought about it and discovered that there actually had been unexplainable things happening around him. Like the time that a mouse that had been scurrying around in his cupboard and was annoying him had suddenly dropped dead for no apparent reason. Or the time that a bully that had been chasing him had tripped over nothing and broken his jaw. Also, the time when Vernon had been beating him for hours, and he had had 13 broken bones, mostly small bones, that had all healed over night. Harry slowly nodded and said "Yes, there have been some things. But what are you trying to say?"

Dracula laughed and said "I'm saying that you belong to a world that is hidden from most. A world of untold possibilities. A world of Magic. I am from that world, although most try to pretend I don't exist. You see, I am the leader of a magical race of people that are feared world wide. I am the leader of the Vampires." Harry frowned and said "Prove it." Dracula chuckled darkly and said "Smart child, not accepting things without proof." With that, Dracula stepped back and grew wings, claws, and fangs. The wings were black as night, about 20 feet wide and very tall. They were very bat like, with no hair and skeleton like framing. The claws were about a foot long and looked very deadly. the fangs came down about 2/3 past the bottom lip. They looked perfect for puncturing skin.

Harry stared in awe and said "ok, I believe you. Now, what's this offer that you speak of?" Dracula smiled and retracted everything. "I want to make you my son and heir. I want to train you to become the Prince of Vampires, eventually succeeding me as King. I would take you away from here, have you live with me in Romania. You would never have to come back." Harry didn't even have to think twice about it; He accepted instantly. "Good. First, I shall wipe your relatives minds to not remember you were ever with them, along with everyone else in the muggle world who knows you. Then, we shall go and begin your training."