Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way shape or form. I do not claim to own him or anything else that may in fact be the thought of the lovely writer Jo Rowling is, please don't sue me. I do however own all original characters in whole or in part that appear in this story. Also the original plot of this story is not mine; it used to be a story on here somewhere. This is my take on a Houkonin plot, a Japanese word that means servant or employee and what happens when we apply that word to one very stubborn head strong Scottish wizard. Please check the OC's profiles; just copy, paste and take out the spaces before hitting enter in your browser windows. ~Jade

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Chapter one: The Hogwarts Express

I am older than you think; I look 18 and probably always will. When you look at me, you don't see anything really out of place, I'd say I was average but I'd be lying, I'm not average, most people call me a natural beauty, but this natural beauty came at a very high price. I'm no longer living, but I'm not quite dead. I'm one of the few "blessed" night walkers allowed to walk during the day, I'm a vampire.

I was given my gift when I was five, and given a potion to age me until I was in my late teens. It seemed more appropriate to my mind or something of the sort; I have always been told I am an old soul. But that isn't the only thing I was gifted with, I am also a witch.
Yeah I'm a witch, I was born one, I wasn't born a vampire, so when I was turned into a vampire, I still retained my witch qualities, and so, I came to Hogwarts. I didn't know how to restrain my need for blood, and so Dumbledore kept me separated from the houses, I was given my own quarters and taught separately from the rest of the students until I was able to control my lust for blood. That didn't happen until 7th year...so now I get to assimilate myself back into the student body. Oh joy...can you feel my excitement?

~Today~

September 1...

I stood on the platform at King's Cross, my robe pulled tight around my body making sure the hood stood in place over my hair, my crystalline eyes scanning the platform for hair or hide of the annoying student I was being forced to play messenger to. Each year the teachers took turns being my "guardians", this year I was supposed to report to Potions Professor extraordinaire Severus Snape, and frankly I'm not looking forward to it. I usually got along with him just fine, it probably helped that my best friend in recent years happens to be in his house. But he has completely ruined my day by telling me to come down to King's Cross and hand deliver a message to one of his students. So at the present moment, he is not on my holiday gift list, I held my robe closer to my body, it was at first glance just an average black robe, but in truth it's a "charcoal" color with black velvet swirling designs. I pulled out a small antique gold watch I tended to keep on a chain attached to my hip and checked the time. I had twenty minutes before the train would leave for Hogwarts, I had never in fact ridden the train, the first summer I spent at Hogwarts I was brought by horse. A horse mind you who by now has to be very annoyed with me as she is tied up at the Hog's head Bar in Hogsmeade village waiting for me. Apperating definitely has its uses at this point, and frankly I don't care for being at this station with so many people around any longer than I need to be, but by the looks of things I'll have to get on the train to look for the Slytherin in question.

I let out a deep sigh and wheedled my way through the families standing on the platform with their children going over the last checks before getting on the train. Part of me longed for those moments shared; my family was taken away from me once I was turned. They were told I was dead, and for all intended purposes I am to them. A turned vampire, even a magical one, can't help but turn dark to some extent. Some truly turn evil, the ones who resent being turned in the first place, they resent it so much that they allow a hatred for both vampires and humans to consume what small portion of soul they remain with. Others, like the ones I was partially raised by tried to keep some sort of balance; the Wynters are an old clan originally from Romania, but live in Ireland. They strived to keep all members in their clan, natural born vampires and turned alike, in line with some sort of humanity. They instilled in all of us rules to live by, the main one being how reckless it is to kill anyone we feed from. Which works out just fine unless as a "child" you are suddenly taken out of the clan for some months of the year to receive magical training and the figures of authority who set those rules aren't around all the time to help you with the sudden blood lust most young vampires go through. I shook my head clearing my thoughts as I stepped onto the train lightly, and set my eyes to look for the bright blonde hair of one Draco Malfoy. If I was noticed very few people said anything, I suppose, apart from the peculiar robe I'm sure most of the students thought my choice of clothing was rather odd. I smirked to myself, as I knew only one other girl usually got the looks I received from the few students bold enough to look at me directly. If I was lucky I would find her before I had to leave.

I checked each compartment I passed to little success as most were nearly empty, granted searching for the Malfoy heir would be much easier if all the students stopped moving around, perhaps I should have waited longer on the platform. I let out a slight grunt as one of the Ravenclaw Prefects shoved against me trying to pass, not her smartest move I assure you.

"Watch it, or would you rather start the year with a detention for obstructing the aisle on the Hogwarts Express?" I didn't recognize the girl, but her hoity attitude did little to win favors with me.

"I'd love to see you try and give me detention when you bumped into me, Prefect or not that badge does not excuse you from having manners." The slight growl that accompanied my voice and the sudden flinch in the girl's face told me I needed to calm down; surely my eyes were glowing by now, another side effect of that lovely gift of mine.

"W-who do you think you are?" The girl fumbled in trying to find her wand, and I could only let out another sigh, my hand coming up to rub along my forehead.

"I'm sure she thinks that she was walking here and YOU bumped into her do to your lack of composure over that tall lanky kid you're always drooling over, Parker." I couldn't help but smile over the slightly accented voice of my "savior", I'd know that voice anywhere.

"I should have guessed she was a friend of yours Vascot…" The Parker girl looked me over and rolled her eyes, without hesitation I reached my hand out to stop Ayden's wand arm from going up.

"Leave it Ayden…she's certainly not worth it, and either way I have more pressing matters on Professor Snape's orders." The mere mention of the notorious Potions Master was enough to make the Ravenclaw girl huff and turn around as if nothing had happened. Her departure was of course met with a chuckle from the only friend I had known in years.

"What are you doing on the train anyway? Won't Aurora be rather annoyed at you?" Ayden was a unique girl, she was only 16 though taller than me by several inches, and she was rather passionate about those things that interested her, though she often came off as apathetic to the world around her. It was by sheer luck that she and I became friends in the first place. I was in my third year, and she was just a first year, that fateful night that some older Slytherin girls tricked her into going into the Forbidden Forest after hours. They had told her some story about how only at midnight she could find a particular potions ingredient that Snape always sprung on them near midterms. The prank was cruel, and what she found instead was me, luckily for her I had already fed that night. She stood up to me though she was obviously confused as to who or what I was, thinking I was out there to either scare her or to steal the ingredient she was so dutifully looking for. She and I cemented our friendship that night and those girls learned that playing pranks on first years was hazardous to one's health.

"I repeat, it's courtesy of your Head of House and my guardian for the year, Potions Professor Extraordinaire Severus Snape, and his incessant need to ask me to bring one, Draco Malfoy this stupid letter because apparently when he woke up this morning and saw me I took on the shape of an owl…Maybe I'll lead her down to the dungeons…damn the stairs aren't gradual enough for her…" I blew out annoyed, pushing a strand of hair from my face when the warning whistle blew.

"Oi…he must have woken up with a death wish today. Well let's find the little blonde haired git before you're stuck on this moving abyss." Ayden whistled and pushed her own dyed hair back from her face, turning to help me check the other compartments.

"I'm starting to think your theory is right, he likes hearing me yell obscenities at him in languages…" I followed behind her a smirk on my face as the sight of both of us in our "peculiar" dress seemed to startle quite a few students. I guess my day wasn't a total waste, I'm sure this is certainly helping in Ayden's carefully constructed school persona. Soon though, my amusement gave way to annoyance as the second of the warning whistles went off.

"Oi! Found the little git, there he is with that Parkinson girl trailing after him as usual." Ayden pointed the group of third year Slytherins heading for a compartment up a ways.

"Tell you what, you catch the little blonde haired son of a bigot, and I will catch up to you after I ransack the snack trolley." Ayden wiggled her eyebrows at me as she spotted the trolley lady at the end of the corridor, starting to set up her wares. I gave her a rare smile and shook my head, that girl always managed to make me smile.

I watched her stroll down the corridor and took a deep breath, it was clear by now there was no way I would be able to get back onto the platform to apperate away. Clearly, I am not at all happy with this situation, the mental list of which words I would be most likely shouting at Snape later seemed to grow longer the closer to the compartment I got. My senses could pick up on Draco's voice even before I had come close enough for most people to hear it. He was far too busy spinning a tale of his family's wealth and influence to his group of "friends" to pay anyone passing by in the corridor any attention. The look on the entire group's face when I rather unceremoniously opened the compartment door was indeed priceless, the startled looks clearly said they were half expecting to see a Death Eater at the door.

"Mr. Malfoy I presume." My voice was not by any means warm, though it was colder than usual, even for me. My eyes bored into his and I watched as he did his best to suppress his fear, his skills were lacking, and the smirk that came across my face couldn't be helped. Though that was apparently the moment he noticed, I was a girl.

"Yes, and to what do I owe such a pretty visitor?" He tried to quickly compose his facial features into nonchalance. His friends are apparently easily fooled.

"A word from your Head of House…" I pulled the letter out with the Slytherin seal from an inner robe pocket and held it out for him to take. I did not step into the compartment, thus forcing him to stand from his place to take the letter offered. Three steps are what give Draco Malfoy foolish courage.

"And may I inquire my beautiful messenger's name?" No sooner was his sentence finished than my eyes glared at him and my fists balled tight, my nails threatening to cut into the fragile skin.

"No you may not…nor am I to be ever considered yours or anyone else's messenger…" The chill from my voice travelled down his spine but the sudden jerk from the train ruined any further intimidation from my part as it sent me flying back out of his compartment rather unceremoniously.

Life, I've come to learn, has a funny sense of humor, without wanting to I tumbled into someone as the train started up, knocking us both to the ground, me with a half squeal and the obvious male frame cradling my fall with a grunt. In that split second, I couldn't help but blame Professor Severus Snape, for if he had not decided it was absolutely necessary for me to play messenger I wouldn't even be on the train. And if I had not been on the train, I wouldn't have had to deal with the Malfoy heir so early in the year, and if I hadn't been dealing with Malfoy I wouldn't have been knocked out of the compartment and I wouldn't have tumbled into someone or be looking into warm chocolate eyes or hearing a deep Scottish voice asking me if I was all right before realizing I was indeed ok and quickly asking the obvious…

'Oh Bloody Hell'