A/N: This is a random idea I had while reading breaking Dawn and then watching Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoneix. The Doctor won't be turn up for a while so for now it's mainly Tw/HP. I was orignally going to set this after the last book but couldn't justify Dumbledore and Snape being alive so I set before the fifth. I wasn't quite sure where to put this and went with Twilight becasue that's my favourtie fo the three. I'll try to update it reguarly. Enjoy =]
A Sleepless Night
Harry was settling down to his first night at 12 Grimmauld Place. Rest would be impossible. In recent months his sleep was uneasy, plagued by one nightmare, one scene playing over and over in his head like a broken record, each flash of green a fresh stab of pain. No, sleep bought no comfort. And what of the evenings conversation? Did vampires really exist? Why not, everything else seemed to. No, the question was why would vampires join Voldemort. From what he had gathered vampires were different from the ones in myths. They were worse. They saw humans as nothing more than food. If this was so then why would they join side with Voldemort? Why would they mingle with humans, help them? And what's more who were these guests Dumbledore had talked about. All he had heard was something about fighting fire with fire before Mrs. Weasley had decided to check on them. They had been very close to being caught, retreating to there rooms seconds before she had reached the stairs.
Ron's snoring startled him. He had been so lost in thought he had entirely forgotten that Ron was also there. He looked over to see Ron fast asleep and wished he could do that, just forget all his worries for a few hours and go somewhere different, somewhere happy, somewhere where his parents hadn't died, where he was just a ordinary boy with a loving family and great friends, not having to worry about the constant threat of danger to him and his friends. This thought only saddened him further. He needed a distraction, something to do. He needed to be useful. With this in mind, he crept out of bed and headed towards the library.
He managed to reach the room without waking anyone. It was well past midnight and everyone would be lost in dreams, dreams of better places, dreams he couldn't share. He opened the old, oak door and cursed as it creaked, a loud screech that echoed through the hall way, threatened to expose his presence. He didn't want to be caught sneaking about the house at this time, it would only cause them to worry, and he didn't need to cause anyone any more anxiety. He waited a minute and when he heard none stir he proceeded the empty room.
Although he had seen it the previous day when been given a tour, he had only glanced inside. The air was filled with dust, causing him to choke. The smell was musty, not unpleasant as such, it was almost proof that the room had lay abandoned for years and only recently come back into use. Harry lit the rooms only oil lamp, giving the room a soft glow, allowing enough light to provide him with a bubble of light while the rest of the room remained dark, swallowed by shadows. He bought the lamp to the first book shelf, raising it up to read the titles.
As with the rest of the house, the books reflected the original owners dark personalty, titles included "101 curses", "A beginners guide to Torture" and a collection of books entitled "Dark Arts; A complete Guide", each book a different topic like potions and spells. As morbid as these books were harry suspected that this was the best to search for a book about vampires. A few minutes and two book shelves filled with titles even more horrible than the first he came across what he was looking for. It was an old book, and when he pulled it out from it's resting place, sent a cloud of dust to fill the room.
Harry stood and took the book to the long wooden table and set the lamp down. He took a seat and read the title again, "History of the Vampire". The book was a lot smaller than he hoped something that would take a hour or so to read, which would be a few more hours to fill. With a small annoyed sigh he opened the book and proceeded to flick through the pages looking at the books illustrations. One showed a vampire feeding, another showed a vampire being burned by sunlight. He turned the next to page be greeted by one staring straight at him, an evil grin bearing his fangs, his eyes red with the very blood he fed on. Harry shuddered, he'd hate to meet one of them in a dark alley.
'Let's hope you don't then", a lyrical voice taunted from across the table. Harry's eyes shot up to the source of the sound and were met with an amber gaze and a crooked smile, identical one the drawing bore.
A/N: Three guesses to who the voice belongs to =D