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It was a perfectly normal night in perfectly normal neighborhood of Little Whining. Everything seemed to be normal in the street of Privet Drive. No-one was out as it was middle of night. The only abnormal fact that could be spotted in the said street was the flickering light in the second floor window of number 4.

If someone would look trough said window he or she would have seen a boy sitting in the edge of his bed and holding a flickering ball of flames in his hand. This boy was called Harry Potter and he was a wizard and something more, a fact that no-one else expect him knew.

"In the night like this I would like nothing more than take a bite." Harry muttered to no-one particularly. As he spoke one could see abnormally sharp looking canines poking out of his gums. He then rose from his bed, stretched his stiff joints and disappearing in swirl of bats.

A large cloud of bats fluttered in the front yard of number 4 of Privet Drive and then with an unseen command started to swirl around in cyclone. Then the cyclone started to take form. When the horde was settled into the rough figure of a man, they exploded outwards and revealed the man under them.

Even if this man was a Harry Potter, he certainly didn't look like him. His black hair was long and straight, without even an ounce of the trademark Potter messiness. His normal, emerald green eyes were replaced with predatory red and instead of normal round pupil, his was slit like a cat. His face was also lost nearly all of its color, becoming deathly pale. Instead of the hand-me down rags he usually wore he now had on an expensive looking back suit. With casual stroll he started walking down the street.

Middle London.

Harry was walking in middle London looking for suitable candidate for his late-night snack, when his superhuman hearing picked up a faint noise coming from east. He started walking towards the noise. Harry was now staring in the desolate alley and he could smell blood in it. Harry felt stinging sensation as his canines lengthened into abnormal lengths, but after sniffing the air a few times he could sense the presence of another vampire.

"What is that fool doing in my territory?" Harry thought as his already slated pupils thinned even further and his red eyes seemed to gain an ethereal glow in them. Harry walked into the alley all the while preparing for a fight. What he saw made it hard to prevent his killing intent spiking through the roof. There was a short and fat male vampire with his pants in his legs and a beautiful young woman lying in ground with her skirt ripped into shreds.

"Don't resist bitch. I was turned into a vampire last night and now I'm invincible." The man said arrogance dripping from his voice. He was about to kneel in between the woman's legs, but those plans were halted by straight punch into the cheek that sent the man flying.

"Those like you are disgrace to vampires everywhere." Harry said with a grave voice. And I won't stand someone like you to being in my territory!" Harry said with voice that could make even Voldemort shiver and grabbed the face of the other vampire that had recently crawled out of the shadows that were covering the rest of the alley. He then proceeded to garb the man from his neck and hoist him into air.

"Why I'm even wasting my time to some weakling like you, is beyond me." Harry muttered as prepared to sink his teeth into the man's jugular. "WAIT!" The man shouted with a panicked voice. "I can give you anything that you desire. Money, power, women! ANYTHING, JUST LET ME GO!" "And how someone weak as yourself could give me anything that I desire." Harry said with a sense of finality in his voice. Man's struggling increased as Harry was slowly biting down in his jugular. Man froze as Harrys fangs penetrated his vein and he started sucking his vampiric blood out of his body. He was shriveling up and turning into a mummy before finally turning into nothing but a pile dust. As the vampire's power flowed into his veins he was disappointed about how weak the man was, even for a Tier 1 vampire. Harry then picked up a soft whimpering from shadows. It was the woman that the man had tried to rape. He then used bit of his vampire hypnosis to calm the woman down and make her forget that this ever happened. He then proceeded make the woman fall unconscious. He then proceeded to shadow flit out of the alley, hearing the approaching Hellsing vehicles. When Hellsing operatives arrived not a half a minute later, the only thing they found was unconscious woman lying in front of a small ppile of a vampire dust.

Dream sequence begins.

Harry was floating over a little village called Little Hangleton. As he was looking his vision seemed to zoom into little hut from some distance away from manor that was taking a most of the hills space which it occupied.

His sleep avatar took off towards the hut's bedroom where elderly man was waking waking up. The man walked downstairs and grapped his teapot from the self it was occupying. After he had the teapot fired up he looked the manor from a window and seemed to be enraged by something that he saw.

As Harry's sleep avatar followed the man he saw what made the man angry. In the window of the uppermost floor was a flickering light that looked like that it was coming from bonfire. The man walked inside house with an ease that could only stem from knowing every single nook and cranny of the house. As Harry and the man arrived at the door of the room where the light source was, Harry heard scared and shy voice say. "My Lord, there is still some in the bottle if you are still hungry."

"Later." Said the although high-pitched, but still unmistakable voice of his arch nemesis, Lord Voldemort. "Move me closer to the fireplace Wormtail"

The man turned his right ear against the door as a scraping sound pierced other the completely silent night air. From the small opening between the door and wall you could see backside of short man that bald spot in the back of his head. "Where Nagini is" Voldemort asked with his cold voice. "I don-don't know My Lord; it went to inspect the house." "You will milk it before we go to sleep. I need food during the night and traveling here made me tired.".

There was a moment of silence and Wormtail spoke. "My Lord, can ask I ask how long we will be staying in here." "You already did, and for future references, we will be staying here for at least a week, probably even longer." Voldemort said with an almost unnoticeable amount of amusement present in his cold voice. "This place is quite comfortable and the plan can't be putted into action for some time. And it would be foolish to act before the Quiddtich world cup is over, as the security in there is awfully tight."

The man was digging his ear, apparently confused from odd words. "Qui-quidditch world cup master?" Wormtail stuttered out. "Yes. The every Ministery of Magic is on it's toes as it will be an international event and there will be aurors everywhere. And when the other event that our unwilling information source spoke rolls around, we will get Harry Potter." There was a short break and then: "It could be done without Harry Potter My Lord." "Yes, it could be easily done without the boy, but I want specifically his blood to resurrect me. And don't even bother asking the reasons as even I don't completely understand that particular branch of magic. Now shut up I'm hearing Nagini."

Voldemort then started spitting and hissing without breathing. If someone who doesn't understand parseltongue would think that he is having some kind of seizure. The old man behind the door froze and for a good reason. There was a HUGE snake slithering into the room, but it didn't even attempt to turn the man into a late night snack. There was a brief moment and then the complete silence of the night was broken b snake hissing.

"Interesting. It appears that we are being spied by a muggle. Well, what are you waiting Wormtail, bring our guest in. The man didn't have enough time to even attempt to flee as he was roughly showed inside by Wormtail. "So, you were spying us." Voldemort spoke as his chair was slowly turning around. "That act is punishable by death. Avada Kedawara. Green light flashed, the man dropped into the floor, obviously dead and Harry's dream took turn into an even weirder direction.

There appeared a distortion into the air. The world seemed to warp and the manor and all other buildings disappeared. Harry was now standing in the middle of the forest of branchless trees under blood red sky. There was coppery stench emanating from trees and as Harry was walking towards one of the trees, he realized that it wasn't a tree but a pike with a corpse impaled on it. The head of the corpse lolled back, it opened its mouth and shouted with the voice of an uncle Vernon: "GET YOUR WORTHLESS ASS DOWN HERE IN THIS INSTANT, YOU UNGRACEFULL BRAT!

Dream sequence ends.

"GET YOUR WORTHLESS ASS DOWN HERE IN THIS INSTANT, YOU UNGRACEFULL BRAT!"

Those words ripped Harry out of his wonderful, gore filled dreams. As he let out a mighty yawn, you could see that his teeth were still crimson red from the blood he had consumed last night. The blood hadn't even dried yet and he could still feel the wonderful, coppery taste tickle his taste buds. While still licking his teeth clean, he clapped his hand and the shadows of the room gathered around him and when they retracted, he was now wearing black jeans and blood red T-shirt.

Still half asleep, he staggered to the downstairs and to the kitchen where he was greeted with the wonderful image of his uncle's puce colored face. "Whuzzit uncle?" Harry asked while yawning. "Into the living room, boy! NOW!" Vernon half spoke, half shouted. Dudley stopped stuffing his face with a food, because watching Vernon to shout at Harry was his third favorite past-time activity after watching Tv and playing Harry Hunting.

Harry walked lazily into living room and his lazy walking made his uncle's face to turn into a deeper shade of purple and made Harry wonder if he aggravated Vernon enough, would he have a heart attack. "Explain this." Vernon said with a barely restrained anger. The next thing Harry saw was his uncle holding something rectangular and colorful in his hand. It took Harry a while to identify it as an envelope, which was covered in stamps excluding a small quarter inch area, where there was scrippled the Dursley address.

At the quizzical expression that Harry was sporting Vernon decided to enlighten him. "The mailman knocked the door and gave me this envelope. Apparently he found it quite humorous." He then stuck the envelope in Harry's hands and with each sentence that he read, his eyebrows rose higher and higher.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,

We have never been introduced, but I am sure you have heard a great deal from Harry about my son Ron.

As Harry might have told you, the final of the Quidditch World Cup takes place this Monday night, and my husband, Arthur, has just managed to get prime tickets through his connections at the Department of Magical Games and Sports. I do hope you will allow us to take Harry to the match, as this really is a once-in-a lifetime opportunity.

Britain hasn't hosted the cup for thirty years, and tickets are extremely hard to come by. We would of course be glad to have Harry stay for the remainder of the summer holidays, and to see him safely onto the train back to school.

It would be best for Harry to send us your answer as quickly as possible in the normal way, because the Muggle postman has never delivered to our house, and I am not sure he even knows where it is.

Hoping to see Harry soon,

Yours sincerely,

Molly Weasley

P.S. I do hope we've put enough stamps on.

"Well they clearly put enough stamps." Harry replied with a perfectly straight face, while restraining a yawn that threatened to escape from his mouth. Those words triggered an unexpected reaction that caused Vernon's face turn into to crimson and he then proceeded to grab Harry from collar.

"Now listen here ungrateful brat…." Vernon didn't get any further with his rant, as Harry crabbed his uncle's wrist and then with a show of a superhuman strength, wretched his uncles hand away from his collar and threw him through a wall. He then proceeded to plant subliminal commands into Vernon's mind, also making him forget the incident. He then repaired the wall with an absent wave of his hand and took off towards his room, hoping to catch some shut eye.

The first thing that Harry registered when he stepped into his room that Hedwig snapped annoyed at something. He then saw a grey blur in his peripheral vision and that grey something was heading straight towards his head. Using his superhuman reflexes, he grasped the grey blur from the air, only to notice that it was in fact a grey tennis ball sized owl.

Harry - DAD GOT THE TICKETS - Ireland versus Bulgaria Monday night. Mum's writing to the Muggles to ask you to stay. They might already have the letter; I don't know how fast Muggle post is. Thought I'd send this with Pig anyway.

We're coming for you whether the muggles like it or not, you can't miss the World Cup, only Mum and Dad reckon it's better if we pretend to ask their permission first. If they say yes, send Pig back with your answer pronto, and we'll come and get you at five o'clock on Sunday. If they say no, send Pig back pronto and we'll come and get you at five o'clock on Sunday anyway.

Hermione's arriving this afternoon. Percy's started work – the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Don't mention anything about Abroad while you're here unless you want the pants bored off you.

See you soon

–Ron

"Pig?" Harry voiced a question that was spinning I his head, as he had never seen anything less Piggy. Harry pondered a few moments, before conjuring a knife out from no-where. He then proceeded to slash his it across his palm and letting a few droplets of blood drip into ground. The blood spread across the floor, forming a complex looking diagram, that glowed red. And suddenly there was standing a Harry Potter in all his scrawny and messy haired glory. He then gave the clone the instruction to act like his masked self would. (Everything that happens to the clone is canon until the point where we pick up again). He then took off again in spiral of bats.

Location change: Somewhere in Japan.

Harry appeared again in the mountain range of Japan near of Kuoh and Karakura towns, the biggest concentrations of abnormal energies that were close by and close to each other. As he started to observe his surroundings more attentively, he noticed that he was standing near of an abandoned Japanese shrine, just in front of the Torii gate.

He let his gaze slide over the abandoned shrine as he realized, that despite its relative bad condition, it would be perfect place to fulfill his obsession of building a safety haven to magical creatures. The idea had been in his mind from that point onwards where he had read how badly the sentient magical creatures have been treated trough centuries.

It had evolved from simple idea to a dream, and then finally into an obsession. And now he finally had the resources to do so. And while he was staring the shrine, his mind was wandering back to the beginning of his obsession, and the time when his latent vampire traits made appearance.

Flashback.

Eleven years old Harry Potter was holding a book of magical creatures and he had just finished reading the entry of werewolves. "Why werewolves are discriminated in the magical society?" Harry asked while snapping his book shut. The answer came from surprising source. "It is because they are just some filthy beasts that have no place in the wizarding world, or even less to be in the presence of such pureblood as myself."

Came drawling reply from top douchebag of the school, Draco Malfoy. "No-one asked you, Malfoy." Hermione snapped to Malfoy. "Why do you even bother coming here, filthy mud blood. You will never find anyone who would offer you a job as long us purebloods are in control of Ministry of Magic." Malfoy said happy about the fact he had crushed a dreams of mud blood.

He couldn't enjoy the feeling for long as everyone in the Hogwarts castle could feel the massive amount of killing intent that Harry was radiating. His eyes glowed a beastly red as he crabbed the Malfoy heir from the neck and threw trough several walls.

Flashback end.

"Of course, Dumbledore had to go obliviate all of us and sealed away my vampire traits, all the while saying that it was for greater good." Harry thought with bitter tone in his thoughts. He then turned his eyes back to his home to foreseeable future. He clapped his hands and let the e wild magic run rampant. If someone would have been seeing, they would have seen man clapping his hands and then, suddenly the shrine started repairing itself. Another clap of hands and all the torches were ignited. He then took off towards the nearest town in order to locate the source of energy which was leaking all over the surroundings.

Next morning. Issei POV

I was sitting in the class between my two friends Matsuda and Motohama, when the teacher announced that our class would be getting a new transfer student. The door opened and in walked a boy that me and my friends immediately identified as pretty boy. He had a pale skin, a long black sweeping black hair that hung free and almost touched the floor. His eyes immediately zeroed to mine and when they took a slight red tint, I wanted nothing more than run to the ORC (Occult Research Club) clubroom and hide behind bouchou. (spelling?)

Normal POV

As Harry walked in he immediately noticed that the classroom had a source of devil energy inside it. He searched the source and it landed into brown haired boy with normal Kuoh academy uniform with a red T-shirt. Harry assessed him as low-class devil, that held one of 13 Longinus inside him, more specifically a boosted gear.

Teacher then told him to introduce himself. "Hello, my name is Harry Potter, nice to meet you." Harry said with a curt bow. "Very well, Potter-san. Go sit next to Matsuda." While swishing her hand towards a bald headed male student. Harry walked to the seat and closed his eyes, but then he felt someone tug his hair. He opened one eye and looked behind him only to see a girl with a strand of hair her hands. "I-I'm terribly sorry." The girl stuttered. "Don't worry, I'm already used to it." Harry replied as the girl returned back to stroking his hair.

Some tome later the bell rang and students crammed the hallways in order to get the cafeteria to eat their lunch. Harry was sitting alone in the far corner of the cafeteria. While he seemed to pay no attention to his surroundings, his sixth sense as working in overdrive. His left eyebrow rose slightly as he felt more sources of devil energy in the cafeteria, that weren't part of the student council. He rose from his seat and picked up his tray. As he passed the strongest of the devils, a girl with a crimson hair and cyan eyes. As he walked past her he clicked his fingers and planted a seed into her.

Seed was one of his personal techniques. He used it by implanting bit of his own aura into person and then tracking that person by consciously making his aura vibrate with the same, unique wavelength that his aura gave off. And when his aura was vibrating in the exact wavelength as the separated piece, he could track its location within millimeters of its exact location. As the rest of the day rolled along, he was always keeping track of the red haired girl whose name he learned was Rias Gremory.

As he was walking out of the cafeteria and out in the yard he was pondering what sort of waves his presence would stir, he felt a pair eyes in his back. As he let his sixth sense scan his surroundings, he felt a presence that felt strangely like a cat and nature. It could only mean that there was a nekoshou in the school. He walked past a petite white haired girl while discreetly planting a seed in her.

As the evening rolled around he was preparing to travel back to the shrine, he sensed trough his seeds that they were both n close proximity and there was also multiple other devils in their in the same space. He took towards the location of the seed, towards the old school building. As he closed his super sensitive hearing picked up an argument.

"As my servant, I will not allow you to go to a suicide mission to save a girl, that you just met!" A girl's voice exclaimed. "But…" "No buts! And even if I let you, which is big IF onto itself, how would you plan to save the girl? Waltz into the church and tell them to give you Asia and expect them to walk off." The girl took breath and continued. "You are a pawn of Gremory family and I will not allow you tarnish my family name. Plus if what you saw the church is going to be filled into a brim of fallen angels." Harry leaped into a windowsill of an open window and saw Rias Gremory and Issei Hyodou arguing. The entire student council was also present, seemingly just arrived, based on their surprised expressions about the argument. There were also a few random inviduals that he didn't recognize.

"This conversation is over Issei. Now onto the more pressing matters. Sona, what did you feel from that new transfer student." Rias Gremry asked from the black haired and glasses wearing girl. "Not much. Though I'm sure that he is a supernatural being. What about you, Koneko-chan." Sona asked from the white haired girl that he had planted a seed. "Powerful. Feels like blood and darkness." Koneko answered with an emotionless voice, but she failed to suppress a shuder. Both Rias and Sona looked a bit worried about the fact that he managed to scare Koneko. Harry chose this time to step in. "Didn't your mother teach you that speaking about person behind his or hers back is rude?" Harry asked with an amused voice as every head in the room snapped towards him.

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