This is my very first story, well really the Prologue to my very first story. I own very little of this, credit goes to J.K. Rowling. Also credit to Miranda Flairgold and her amazing stories, they influence this story hugely, as you will be able to tell. Please review with any thoughts you have, positive or negative I really appreciate the feedback. Fair warning my grammar can be spotty at best and downright atrocious at worst. Stick with this story, it'll be a wild ride.
From the inky darkness lightning flashed dangerously, the worst storm the town had seen in years. The townsfolk, magical and muggle alike were shutting their shudders and doors, and raising what wards they could, none of them had ever seen such a violent, black storm pop up so quickly. Halloween in Godric's Hollow was suddenly split from a peaceful holiday to a violent downpour.
But one Felix Drakul, an ancient vampire, and only surviving member of the House Drakul, knew better. He was an accomplished Necromancer, among many other talents, he had almost by himself modernized and improved the art of Necromancy, and he knew death magic when he felt it. He had been in England for about ten months, seducing the local women, and sampling the blood of England, but more importantly, he was working on some very important projects. He had come close to taking one on as a slave, but had decided against it on that he would rather not start another vampire/wizard war.
He had been also working on some of his own private projects, and on the side he had been tracking down some stray death magic he had been sensing, but with little to show for his admittably half assed efforts. That is he had little luck up until thirty four seconds ago. Thirty four seconds ago he had felt the single largest spike of wild death magic since the whole fiasco with the Elves in 500 A.D.
He had immediately secured his project and his tent, where he was staying as he camped all throughout England, and apparated to the scene. He easily waded his way through the cloud of death magic that was visibly decaying the trees and plants, and began to siphon all of it into a special death magic containment cube, for later examination. He tracked the cloud to it's very center, and went into the partially blown up, slightly decaying house, which was taking the brunt of the damage from the death magic.
He went up the stairs very carefully, his ornate wand always casting spells and charms to try and decipher the meaning of it all. He stopped dead in his tracks upon reaching the baby blue door labelled "Harry's Room." Entering the room he saw a beautiful redheaded woman on the floor, obviously dead, yet somehow she looked vaguely familiar. He felt an incredibly strong magical core, very strong ties to death magic, and even ties to bloodmagic all coming from the toddler in the crib, who's life was slipping away to fuel the storm. As the little infants magic slipped by him Felix couldn't help but notice a hint of other magic coming off of the baby, Harry, he presumed. It was very similar to his own magic that he was feeling, eerily so.
Tucking away that tidbit of knowledge Felix knew he had to save this baby, he had simply too much potential to let go to waste. He severed the magical link from the baby to the storm, that was draining away young Harrys life, but soon saw it was not enough. Too much of Harry's life force had slipped away.
Felix had only one option, to turn the little babe into a vampire, which should be simple despite the slight vampiric magic already radiating off of the child, mostly hidden by the rolling waves of residual death magic. Felix was able to see the small strands of vampiric magic by activating his bloodmagic runes carved into his eyeballs and eyelids, enabling him to see the ebbing flow of the death magic, and the small, constant trickle of vampiric magic.
Using the fangs present in all vampires Felix sliced a deep cut into his finger, having to consciously disable his natural healing abilites, and deactivating his extensive healing bloodmagic work. He let the wee baby Harry suckle on his finger, ingesting the blood of the ancient. Searching out his magic in his blood that was in Harry he sent a magical signal to attack the regular, healthy blood cells, and turn them into vampiric cells.
This was a rather dangerous thing to do to an infant, but very commonplace in vampire culture. The baby had to be magically very strong, either that or ridiculously lucky. Among the older vampire clans it was not uncommon for the babies with the most potential to be given a single sip of Felix Filicis before the turning.
Harry had no such luck, but despite massive magical exhaustion and slight magical trauma, he still had large enough reserves to counter the vampirism ever so slightly, allowing his litle infant body the precious seconds it needed to adjust to the sudden change.
This whole process took just a little over five minutes for Felix, from first sensing the death magic to turning little Harry. Felix had set up some rudimentary wards upon his arrival, but the massive amount of death magic had reached the sensitive death magic detectors in the office of one Albus Dumbledore.
Albus Dumbledore, head of the wizengamot, headmaster of Hogwarts, among other titles, was nearing his one hundredth and eleventh birthday. Hr had set up his own delicate, and very secret wards over the Potter residence at Godrics Hollow, but these wards were merely detection wards and alert wards, with no defensive or offensive capabilities at all.
Magically feeling all of the Potter wards snap Dumbledore heaved a great sigh, it had begun, the end of the war, for now, and the beginning of a long, tough, life for Harry James Potter. Dumbledore had no way of knowing that he received the signal five minuted after he should have, but he gathered all of his magic to him, just in case, and apparated to Godrics's Hollow.
In the split second time it takes for apparation to occur Felix sensed a massive magical core incoming, and made the split second decision to return to his esoteric projects, and he would be able to return later and retrieve the child.
Dumbledore arrived as Felix left, Elder Wand at the ready, on full alert. Scanning the room he saw the still body of Lily Potter in front of the crib. Closing his weary eyes he had a private moment of silence for Lily, and he was sure James was dead downstairs, for James too. Walking over to the crib he examined the green eyed, black haired heir to House Potter. Twirling his wand in an intricate pattern, a complex diagnostic charm that would automatically relay any diseases present in Harry straight into his mind, and would project an image of Harrys body and any injuries Dumbledore received the shock of his life,
He couldn't believe it! Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World, Champion of the Light, was a vampire! A damn vampire! Recasting the charm several times, along with half a dozen other charms he had no choice but to accept the reality of it all.
He knew what had to be done, and that it had to be done very quickly. He grabbed little Harry, and apparated straight into his office. The next part he would never forgive himself for, but he knew that he had to do it, for the Greater Good of the Wizarding World. He apparated to the dungeons of Hogwarts and grabbed a young Death Eater, who had been captured by the Order not too long ago. Taking the small baby, and the unconscious man into the hidden ritual room attached to his office Dubldedore quickly and efficiently drew the runes in chalk, ash, and blood that were necessary for this old, very nearly forgotten ritual.
Chanting in long forgotten languages, and twirling his wand Dumbledore produced a razor sharp ritual knife, and slid it across the young Death Eater's throat, spilling out his lifeblood all over the room, and everyone in it. Finishing his chant, and beginning to weave dozens of other enchantments, charms, and spells into the ritual that would make it ridiculously powerful and durable Dumbledore cast the final spell, pushing all of the magic he possibly could into it, even accessing magic he had stored in his office, and sealed the Ritual of Binding. The Ritual had to be very powerful in order to bind the knowledge in Dumbledore's soul, and to subtly remove it from the vampire that turned him. And thus Harry Potter was a vampire, but his vampirism was bound and sealed into the very depths of his soul. Unknown to everyone involved the vampirism now in Harry's soul discovered the portion of Voldemort's soul, and locked it away, feeding off of it, and letting it replenish ever so slightly to feed on it again.
Dumbledore then downed multiple Replenishing Potions and some Pepper-Ups to reinvigorate himself to take Harry to his relatives. Dropping Harry off on the doorstep he returned to Hogwarts, and contemplated his next move, and pondering just how the hell had Harry become vampire. Felix Drakul, on the other hand had almost totally forgotten about Harry, due to the subtle Fidelius Charm worked into Harry's bloodmagic by Dumbledore. Felix wemt back to his project, and two months later he had moved onto another stage of the project, this time in south east Asia.