An off hand comment from a friend about Young Dracula inspired this.
"Imagine if vampires like Vlad had been at Hogwarts. Harry and Vlad would have both been chosen ones!"
Thus, this came about. Warnings for bits of slash between two consenting 16-year-olds.
I don't own the characters, please refrain from a tense legal battle JK Rowling + the BBC.
-YD-
"You are the Chosen one Vlad." It was all he ever heard, what was expected of him, what he had to do with his life. And he was sick of it.
"You are the Chosen one Harry." It was all he ever heard, what was expected of him, what he had to do with his life. And he was sick of it.
It was strange the first time they'd met, Vlad had taken his place as head of the VHC at 16, having had enough of the way vampires had acted and deciding change was needed. A peaceful, vegetarian nest had been attacked, not killed but left with strange marks on their body and all swearing a tall, pale man had burned them with green light. They'd spoke with terror, said they'd felt utterly powerless against the man with snakelike features.
A man who said he was a wizard, Albus something something Dumbledore had requested a meeting with the VHC, saying he knew who had been attacking vampires and that he could help. Vlad had little choice but to accept, convening a meeting only two nights later. The scent of magic pervaded the very air around the wizened old man, beard and hair almost longer than he was and knowledge shining from his eyes. A shorter man had stood next to him, lurking back in the shadows and seemingly trying to disappear from sight. Vlad's enhanced sight allowed him to see black, rounded glasses, messy black hair not unlike his own, a hint of bright green eyes and a slim build, buried somewhat under wizarding 'robes' that looked very little like the garb of the council members around him.
Standing from his head seat and stepping forward, Vlad extended a hand to the elderly man. A surprisingly firm grip was returned. Up this close, Vlad could see bright blue eyes, literally twinkling with knowledge. "Vladimir Dracula, Grand High Vampire, Chosen One." As the last title left his mouth, he could see the younger mans head snap up, which confused Vlad, had this young wizard heard of him? He'd been told to introduce himself as such, the centuries old vampires behind him bristling with disdain but unable to argue with Vlad's position, insistent that he always present reason for such a young man leading the others.
"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, though you may call me Albus." "Vlad, then." They nodded at each other and both turned to the other wizard. 'Albus' gave the young man a stern look, not quite scolding but enough to make him step forward, reaching out a slender hand towards Vlad. "Harry Potter, Chosen One." Vlad's hand froze mid-shake, forgetting his etiquette and letting confusion crease his face. There were mutterings behind him, but he turned and silenced them quickly. Turning back to the wizards, he let go of 'Harry's' hand, ignoring the strange bereft feeling as he did so, and turning to 'Albus' for explanation. "All will be explained young man, shall we begin?" The old man gestured to the head table, two extra seats either side of Vlad's head position for this special meeting. His security guards skulked behind him, ready for any threat they saw, thought they saw or thought they might see.
Nodding, Vlad swept back to his seat, settling down and attempting to look in charge, ignoring the charged expression the young wizard had trained on him. Offering both the wizards glasses of water (he doubted they wanted blood, soya or otherwise), Vlad sipped at his own goblet, ignoring the looks of contempt from the other council members. They could bite themselves, Vlad was drinking soya blood whether they liked it or not. Stretching out the scroll of information, elegant vampiric scrawl in Latin (what was wrong with english exactly?), Vlad turned to the older wizard. "Formalities aside, what is it you can tell us? Who attacked my kind? And who is this young one? I'm the chosen one, I don't take kindly to usurpers." Vlad wouldn't hurt either of them unless absolutely necessary, but he had to give a certain air of darkness to satisfy the other vampires. Still, something about the bright blue gaze of the older wizard made him feel oddly vulnerable, as though he saw right through the act.
"The wizard is our biggest threat, Voldemort. He has been recruiting dark creatures, which is what you are categorised as in our world. However, as I hear, you've been finding sympathetic vampires and converting them to "vegetarianism", and Voldemort did not take kindly to such passive creatures, and attempted to kill them. The green light was "Avada Kedavra", the killing curse to a wizard. The injuries will likely never heal, dark magic is tremendously difficult to treat in our world. As for Harry here, his parents and himself were targeted by Voldemort when Harry was an infant. His parents were killed for refusing, and Voldemort, not understanding the magic he set into place, marked Harry. A prophecy before these events was made. Harry is chosen to defeat Voldemort, by Voldemort himself."
Vlad could see how uncomfortable the young man was at the casual mention of his parents deaths, attempting to quash his sympathy and focus on the matter at hand. As the meeting wore on, Vlad mostly sat back and let the older men discuss it, eyes fixed on the dark haired wizard. Hearing the scrape of chairs, signalling the meeting coming to an end, Vlad stood up, calling for attention. "We've arranged accomodations for you both, it's the middle of the night and as I understand, wizards don't sleep in the day."
Not trusting the other vampires not to snack on the wizards, Vlad led them himself, the older man was in a large room near the prison cells. He'd asked for a room with a window and very few rooms had them, understandably. Turning to lead Harry Potter away, Albus asked where he'd be staying. "Near my room, he'll be safest there and we were told his safety is paramount. If you require anything, one of my security guards will be outside all night, though I would ask you cover the window before calling him in here." Bowing slightly, Vlad led the still very quiet man along a few corridors, pushing open the door next to his own to reveal a fairly nondescript room. There were candles, which Vlad had been told wizards could light themselves, a double bed (which is harder than you think to find in Transylvania) with simple coverings and a door to a bathroom at the side. This room would, if Vlad ever married, be furnished for his partner, it was considered improper to share a coffin when important Council matters were to be tended to.
"If you need anything, I am right next door, or my security guards will answer any reasonable demand. The door has a special lock designed to keep vampires out if you so desire, we took every precaution to ensure your safety Mr Potter." Vlad hated being so formal, feeling distinctly out of place when only a year ago his biggest concern had been beating his father at Sluedo and panicking about his transformation. "It's Harry, I'm just Harry." Vlad turned to him, the teen hadn't spoken since he introduced himself. "Ok then, 'just Harry', any questions for me before I take my leave?" "What were you chosen for?"
Vlad stopped short. He wasn't entirely sure WHY he'd been chosen, only what for. "To lead all vampires. To be Grand High Vampire. I don't know why, I never even wanted to be a vampire." "Really? I can't imagine not being a wizard." This close, Vlad could appreciate the unique scent of magic, something woodsy and light. The teen himself smelled like vanilla and sandalwood, a layer of sadness swirling darkly through it all. The set of his shoulders was hard, an invisible weight clearly pressing there. The set of his jaw was tight, his face chiselled and angular even as a teen. Vlad felt childlike, still yet to lose some of the roundness of his cheeks. "How do you stand it? Everyone expecting so much of you?" Vlad's chest twisted at the sadness in his voice, trying to find words to comfort him. "I try my best, because if I don't, vampires will keep killing people. And I hope one day, I'll be able to look back and think it was all worth it."
Harry looked up at him, a perplexed expression on his face. Vlad felt caught out by those eyes, captivating so close up. The Council had said they'd allow him his "indiscretions" with men, so long as he took a wife when he reached 18. Vlad was intent on changing that too, but had to agree for now just so they wouldn't try and stake him in his sleep. "You don't want vampires to kill humans? How are you to eat?" Vlad explained about soya blood, and donated blood banks he was working on setting up. He spoke about the treaty with the slayers guild, and the ceasefire he fought every day to maintain. They spoke for a long time about Vlad's peace process, closing the door and putting the special lock on with barely a thought, gravitating to sit on the bed next to each other. Pulling his soya bottle out of his cloak, Vlad showed the "veggie vamps" label to Harry, opening it for him to take an inquisitive sniff and laughing at the disgruntled face. "Yeah, it's not as good as human blood, or even animal blood. But it does the job and my team of alchemists are working on it round the clock now." That led on to a conversation about the differences between alchemy and what Harry called 'potions'. Vlad checked his pocketwatch, and realised they'd managed to talk for almost two hours.
Standing, Vlad motioned to the bed. "You must be tired." Harry shook his head, stating that he rarely slept much anymore, suffering with nightmares. Vlad cocked his head, pondering the different things already stored in his private alchemy stash that could treat those. "Would you... would you stay? It's been a long time since I could talk so freely with anyone, I'm tired of the pity and expectations all around me." Settling back down, Vlad shuffled to sit against the headboard, nodding towards the spot next to him. His back had started to hurt, too used to the ramrod straight posture his coffin and VHC throne had enforced on him. Harry sat next to him, the tension in his shoulders starting to ease slightly. A comfortable silence settled between them, Vlad waiting for Harry to venture the next topic of conversation.
"Do they expect you to marry? Everyone's expecting me to marry my best friends sister, we only dated for a few months and then I broke it off, for her protection so Voldemort couldn't use her against me. But honestly, I think I only started dating her so everyone would lay off me about being an eligible bachelor. Bloody chosen one." Vlad had opened his mouth to answer after the question, but closed it again as the boy vented.
"Yes, though I'm trying to fight it. I understand they want me to sire an heir as the chosen one, though there are ways around the physical aspect of siring them. It's the expectation of me to take a wife and share my powers with my queen that bother me most. Apparently homosexuality isn't a good enough reason not to want a wife, though for now the council have backed off slightly, I'm essentially immortal, they don't need to rush me at 16. Bloody chosen one." Vlad smirked at the other boy, sharing a common sentiment at their paths being chosen before they were even born.
"Wizards don't really talk about being gay, it's not an issue or anything but it is sort of expected that you want to carry on your bloodline, and assuming I survive the showdown with Voldie-shorts, I am the heir to two old houses, and will be expected to name an heir to each. So yeah, I guess I am expected to take a wife, though again, there are potions to get around the physical stuff. I'm pretty sure Dumbledore is gay though, how is a 170 year old man never been married otherwise?" Vlad startled at the casual sharing of such information, though now he understood how Albus had had such a presence, being over ten times his own age. "Is that a normal age for wizards?" "No, though a fair few of us will outlive 100 easily enough, Dumbledore is only the fourth wizard to reach such an age on record."
Silence fell again, and Vlad closed his eyes, lightly meditating to absorb the information better. Wizards were oddly fascinating, with their wooden sticks needed to channel innate magic, though Vlad envied their travelling by popping in and out of rooms, it sounded much better than turning into a bat. He was shocked out of the light trance by warm lips on his, followed by a burning heat pressing against his torso. His eyes opened to find Harry straddling his lap, pulling off his mouth with wide green eyes, magnified behind the glasses on his face. "Please? I doubt I'll ever meet anyone who understands the way I feel like you do, can you give me tonight?" Vlad could only nod, the burning touch back on his mouth. His fangs elongated, and Harry's tongue caught on them, a drop of blood filling his mouth. Automatically pulling back, Vlad tried and failed to stop himself tasting the blood, groaning at the fresh flavour. Realising he may have scared the teen wizard, Vlad was surprised to be met with arousal, Harry rubbing the small amount of blood over his lips before diving back in. There was little finesse, neither of them very experienced, but the feel of heat and the taste of blood had Vlad easily aroused, fingers gripping Harry's hips and thrusting against him. He thrilled in the answering hardness, the groans shared between their mouths as warm hands fumbled with their jeans, releasing their cocks together.
Vlad wrapped his hand around the base of both, holding them together. Harry followed suit, and as they stroked together, the constant change in temperature was exquisite torture, pulling and teasing them at the brink of climax then cooling their ardour, both of them whimpering into the fierce kisses. Vlad could barely taste anything other than blood now, certain Harry's lips had cut on his fangs multiple times by now. Breaking away, Vlad nudged at his jaw until Harry lifted his head, moaning wantonly as Vlad sucked at his neck, leaving purpling marks along the length of his throat and the bridge of his collarbone. The thighs either side of his own trembled, and Vlad felt hot liquid splash across his cock, the feel of the pulse under his tongue finally pushing him over the edge and he had to pull back and bite down on his own lip to avoid turning Harry there and then, keening with pleasure as he spilled over himself.
Harry managed to stop shaking first, sliding off Vlad's lap and pulling out his 'wand'. Vlad almost jumped away in shock when it was pointed at him, but Harry mumbled something like "scourgify" and Vlad's council robes were suddenly void of the fluids that had been there seconds before. Smiling in thanks, Vlad followed Harry's example and tucked himself away, righting his clothes and trying not to grin smugly at the livid bruising down Harry's neck.
"Is Albus going to be mad when he sees those? Should I be hiding?" He chuckled. "No, he won't see them, I'll use a glamour charm and it will be our little secret." Vlad nodded, shrugging out of his heavy robes and stretching out on the bed in his tshirt and jeans. Harry fidgeted for a few minutes more, going into the bathroom for whatever humans did in there, coming out shrugging his own jacket off and curling up next to Vlad, resting his head over Vlad's unbeating heart. Surprised at the easy trust Harry had in him, Vlad carded a hand through the thick black locks, lingering at the nape of his neck where he could still feel a slightly elevated pulse. Still fairly awake himself, Vlad was content to stand watch over Harry, hoping he'd have a few hours respite from the nightmares.
This is basically a one shot, but I'm breaking it into chapters that will probably all be posted in one night, just to break the flow up a bit.