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Last Chapter: Vowing to learn himself control Harry, closed the eyes of his victims and closed the wounds on their necks, before leaving to find another person to feed off. That night was the day the world started changing whether for good or evil no one but Harry himself could say. And as Harry truly accepted his new persona every vampire in the world shivered in fear for a moment. There was a new predator out now one that they could never hope to match.
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Chapter one:Awakening of the Vampire.
Now two years later A seven year old (But really over three thousand in mental age), Harry Potter stood outside a very large manor up in Scotland. He hoped that this was it. For two years he had been searching for the Carstein ring. The ring Nicolay had pushed on his hand was just a duplicate of the real ring, which had been lost for millennia, but Harry had now managed to trace it here in scotland, through some really obscure books and ancient scrolls, some of which he had to break into a museum to read.
The strange thing was that the manor and the family that lived there was not to be found in any registry that Harry had searched, but it was mentioned several times in the old tomes. At first he had believed it to be gone, but after all it never hurt to check right? So Harry had gone to the train station and taken the first train that led him closest to his destination.
The strange thing though was that the old map that he had 'liberated' from one of the museums was showing Britain in a larger scale. Of course most of the roads cities and such did not show on the map, London for example was much smaller on the map than it would be on any modern map. However there were areas that could not be found on any modern map, shoving the places of castles manors and similar. For one he was curious about visiting the castle up north with the name 'Hogwarts', after all who would name a castle like that, but that was not what he was here for.
Stopping his train of thoughts he concentrated on the manor in front of him. 'This map is a goldmine', Harry thought as he stood outside 'Yaxley Hall', just as the map told him. It was strange though that this map showed places that had seemingly just disappeared from any other map, almost like….magic!
Harry slapped his forehead. Magic existed at the time of his Sire's and why wouldn't it exist now. Though the magic used to hide the manor and the surrounding lands to make sure any map could not find it was beyond his knowledge. Then again Nicolay had not really stayed in the magical world for over fifteen hundred years, so it was no surprise that magic must have gained dozens of new discoveries since then.
'Perhaps I should follow his example', Harry thought as he sneaked closer to the manor. Nicolay had spent the last sixteen hundred years in solitude in an old tower somewhere in Norway, only emerging to feed every now and then, after all an undiscovered Vampire was an immortal Vampire, and Harry had no wish to share his sire's fate just yet, 'hence why you are here Harry', his annoying inner voice told him.
The ring Harry was looking for was a priceless artefact of the Von Carstein line. The wearer would become just about invulnerable. He could walk in the sun with nothing more than a strong headache. And even the most grievous wounds would only temporarily lock him in a deathlike sleep, before regenerating and reawakening him.
Vlad had been killed at the peak of success, merely because the Empire had hired the best thief in the world to steal the ring, though they knew not that it was Mannfred Von Carstein they hired. Mannfred had seen it as an opportunity to get his sire out of the way, paving the road to his own rule over the vampires. So after he had stolen the ring he had fled to who knows where to study the ancient arts of Necromancy.
The day after victory was in Vlad's grasp, as the dying Grand Theogonist lay dying at his feet. With a last heroic effort the Grand Theogonist had grabbed Vlad and thrown himself over the city walls, impaling both Vlad and himself on the silver stakes below.
After Vlad's death his army crumbled, and his vampire followers fled, with the exception of his wife Isabella who chose death rather than to continue without her husband. After some time one of Vlad's three sirelings Konrad took up the mantle as the new Count Von Carstein, and continued his killing spree all over the Empire.
Though Konrad was a brutal monster, whose tactic relied solely on crushing the enemy with sheer strength of arms, the fact that he was unbeatable in combat further cemented his cause. Konrad though skilled on the battlefield was prone to fits of insanity, where he stopped whatever he was doing just to lick the blood of his enemies from his sword and armour, and it was through one of these fits that he had been slain.
After his vampiric brother Konrad had died, Mannfred returned to the scene. IT was rumoured that he had studied the black arts of Necromancy from Nagash himself, the inventor of Necromancy. How he gained his powers was still a mystery, but no one could deny that Mannfred was the unchallenged ruler with the magical arts, and none dared to defy him.
For some time Mannfred's war was going successful, but eventually the combined forces of the Empire and the Dwarves pushed him back, and at the battle of Hel Fenn, he could run no further. As he watched his army crumbling around him Mannfred had transformed into a large white wolf and fled towards the marshes. Close to them he was betrayed by the last of his brothers, who cut off the hand on which his ring resided.
Everyone believed Mannfred to be dead but he was just biding his time, but without his ring he was more cautious. Eventually centuries later he returned at the head of an undead host, in the last hours of the storm of Chaos. The thousands of dead there had fuelled his armies to the extreme, but when the Grand Theogonist threatened Mannfred by reminding him on how Vlad had fallen, Mannfred wisely returned back to that cursed lands of Sylvania, the fact that a huge army of Chaos, led by the fierce Crom the Conqueror was enclosing towards his land helped fuel his decision to leave the Empire.
He had returned just in time as well, because the army of blood hardened veterans that was the remainder of Crom's army was attacking the forces Mannfred had left behind. The battle had probably been the fiercest in several centuries. Hundreds of thousands of undead had swarmed over Crom's army of elite warriors.
The battle was just about a stalemate, at least in the beginning. Crom's warriors were the best warriors in the world. They had left the land of the orks behind them in flames. They had destroyed several dwarven strongholds, every army they had met they had decimated, and now the most elite, crazed and hardened warriors in the world were fending off against an army thirty times bigger than their own.
Now matter how many zombies and skeletal warriors and other devilry they cut down, five more seemed to take their place, and so in the end a few hundred stood in an island of undead around them. But this had not fazed Crom at all, who had merely laughed and bellowed forth his challenges to any whom thought they could defeat him.
One after the other Crom had despatched the foul Vampire servants of Mannfred, until Mannfred himself had stepped forward. The following duel had lasted for hours, but in the end Crom's martial prowess had proved too much for Mannfred whose main strength lay in deadly magic, and he had struck Mannfred to the ground before separating his head from his torso, instantly incinerating Mannfred's body to dust.
Quickly, one after the other Mannfred's army collapsed, leaving a few vampires left alive. But Crom, whose army had once numbered over a hundred thousand warriors had but a few hundred left, so he had turned and marched his army back to the north where he could brood over his failure.
Of the four vampires left Nicolay proved to be the strongest so he dispatched his fellow brothers, before he took on the new role of a vampire belonging to the shadows, making everyone else believe that the line of Von Carstein had died out. And so he had watched on in amusement as the four other vampire bloodlines eventually 'bred' out so to speak, any powers they had in their bloodlines or were destroyed.
Still the ring eluded him, so he eventually went into hibernation, before emerging sixteen hundred years later, and once again fit to search for the ring.
Harry sighed. The memories that Nicolay had 'gifted' him with when he turned him, were at one hand extremely interesting, yet on the other hand very long, and he had learnt enough about history to be able to pass an exam in his sleep almost. And though Harry was his own person with his own desires, the need to find the ring was burning as strongly in him as it had done in Nicolay, he had just been extremely lucky on how he had stumbled across a hint of it in a book, after that a long series of masterfully executed burglaries had invaded England, before mercifully stopping, 'until now that is', Harry thought.
Examining the manor in front of him, Harry could see an open window on the third floor, so with a strong push of energy he jumped up and through the window, before landing gracefully at the floor, only to bare his fangs as he saw a couple whom were in the middle of strenuous passionate activities.
"V-Vampire", whimpered the boy as he threw himself towards a stick that was lying on the headboard, only to stop in confusion as the vampire had disappeared along with his wand.
"Looking for this"? Harry asked from a dark corner in the room as he was twirling the wand between his fingers. Raising an elegant eyebrow in amusement as both the boy and girl whimpered pathetically as they tried to cover up their naked bodies. The boy seemed to regain some of his nerve though as he stood up wrapped in a blanket, and tried to posture himself as an intimidating person "Do you know who I am"? he asked imperiously.
Harry merely grinned, showing of a pointy sharp fang. "I know exactly who you are boy", Harry said, ignoring the sputtering protests of seventeen year old Jonathon Flint. "You are my lunch, nothing more", Harry said as he moved forward with an unnatural speed and bit deeply into Jonathon's neck, sucking deeply on his blood.
After he was finished, he closed the wound, before snapping Jonathon's neck with a slight twist of his hand, before putting throwing him out of the window. Turning towards the girl whom was looking oddly relieved and fearful at the same time Harry lowered his hands in a non threatening gesture, "Is there something wrong my dear", Harry said, inwardly cackling as the girl predictably blushed beet red, 'shame my body has not yet hit puberty' he thought wistfully to himself, the girl was quite lovely if he did say so.
"I yes, -p-p-please d-don't k'kill me", the girl stuttered. Harry sighed, 'always so fearful'. Then again that might be his nature as a Vampire Lord, he had yet to find out how to completely dim, his aura of pure fear, and the fact that this girl reacted so strongly proved that she was a non magical person, most likely she had been kidnapped and subdued by some spell, before she was given to one of the boys. 'Several of them it appears', he growled inwardly as he could see the tell tale sign of male sperm on her jaw line and around her nether regions.
"Animalssss", he hissed angrily. "Oh not you, those who have done this to you, I shall kill them myself", he told her consolingly. After tying a rope to the bed post he threw it out the window, "Go, there is no need for you to hang around", he said. She nodded quickly before she climbed down the rope. Harry was just about to open the door when he heard a scream and a dull thump as a body landed on the ground. 'A shame', he thought with a shrug of his shoulders. He had more important things to deal with.
Soundlessly sneaking out of the room he snuck along the walls, making sure to stay in the shadows. He had no idea of where the ring was, so he took the most logical approach, follow his nose. The ring held a small part of the blood of both Vlad and Mannfred Von Carstein, and though millennia old, Harry knew that his heightened senses could catch the elusive smell. Blood of such power should stand out like a beacon compared to the weak human blood that he could smell in the building, and sure enough soon he could smell it, tantalizing and tempting, along with his natural desire to find it he was drawn almost by his feet's own accord towards a great ballroom.
Stopping outside the doors, Harry listened in quiet amusement on the conversations inside. "Rich arrogant snobs", he grumbled with a laugh. The conversations inside were so falsely sweet and sickly, not to mention slick and slippery that Harry knew he was in a building full of arrogant stuck up aristocrats.
With some difficulty Harry managed to morph his appearance into something slightly more becoming. His body extended a bit, making his body (already five feet) grow to a respectable five eight. His raven hair slicked back with an elegant shine to it, his scar took the same paleness as the rest of his skin. His black clothes changed to reveal red and gold linings with some green embroidery and filled up with elegant gold buttons, throwing a midnight blue cloak with a dark red velvet on the inside of it over his shoulders, he finished it all by conjuring a black walking stick with a wolf head handle, 'a true Von Carstein, if I may say so', Harry noted with amusement.
Raising a pale hand Harry knocked thrice on the ballroom door, before striking an important aristocratic stance with his cane in his right hand. The door opened to reveal a middle aged man with dark hair.
"Yes what can I do you sir, you have interrupted my party"? he said with a nonchalant tone that contained a hidden threat of 'this better be important or else'.
Harry raised his traditional one eyebrow, before shaking the mans hand. "Ah yes, Lord Yaxley, I have come far to check my family's holdings here in England", Harry said with an eastern Europe accent. "Harold Von Carstein, I own several pieces of land and businesses in Albania and other parts of eastern Europe", he continued. "I was on my way back home when I heard that you were holding a party, and after dealing with the goblins", he said the last word with disgust, "and those horrible 'mudbloods'" he just about spat the last word," I needed to seek company with some respected wizards", he finished smoothly, almost laughing as a light went up in the eyes of Yaxley and a few others who were listening in.
Really draining the blood from Flint had been a virtual goldmine of information, especially on how the so called 'Purebloods' acted.
"Ah yes, forgive me Mr.Carstein, I was unaware that you were a member of such high class", Yaxley all but grovelled at Harry, as he led him into the ballroom. "It is Count Von Carstein…for now", Harry added with a slightly stiff tone, inwardly feeling pleased as Yaxley momentarily stiffened.
"May I present Count Harold Von Carstein, a fellow man of our noble society", Yaxley announced to the room. Most of the other purebloods in the room nodded stiffly at Harry before turning back to their own business.
One however marched up to Harry, his left leg clomping on the ground. Cold gray eyes, and long blond hair, and aristocratic features. Dressed impeccably in black and silver Lucius Malfoy was still an impressive political animal despite the peg leg he wore. Stopping in front of Harry he appraised him slowly. "I pleasure to meet with you Count, my name is Lucius Malfoy", he said with a slight bow, his cane gripped tightly in his right hand.
Harry returned the bow, with a bit of a flourish with his cape as well, just enough to look like a true nobleman, and not so much that he seemed like a braggart. "The pleasure is all mine Lord Malfoy, I have heard of your…endeavours a few years ago all the way back to my home in Albania, such a shame that your struggles failed", Harry said with subtle faked disappointment that even Lucius could not detect. "And Lady Malfoy, truly a pleasure", Harry said as he kissed Narcissa Malfoy's hand, while turning on some of his charm, enjoying the flash of beet red that crossed her face.
Malfoy seemed particularly pleased with Harry as he took him aside for some private business. "our struggles has not ceased Count, we are merely using subtlety for the moment, though I believe our struggles could be lessened greatly if you were to…lend a hand if you will", he told Harry seductively, any normal politician would probably be hanging on to Malfoy's every word now, but Harry was immune to the blondes political charm.
"That may be Lord Malfoy", Harry said, his eastern accent growing even thicker. "But I am a busy man, and I am still investigating the disappearance of one of my employees". He said, and noticed as Malfoy listened with more interest. "I have…contacts with more…ah…shady parts of our world, and one of my employees disappeared in Surrey scantly two years ago", Harry said with great enjoyment as Malfoy stiffened in both fear, rage and embarrassment as he remembered the incident that led to the loss of his leg.
"I remember hearing a few rumours that you might have something to do with the fact that my agent failed to bring me a…boy, Lord Malfoy", Harry finished with a questioning glance at Malfoy whom had paled some, almost matching Harry's pale skin now.
"I-I can ensure you Count that, while I held no part of that…incident, I have some information", Malfoy stated diplomatically, even as Harry could feel his heart race increase and the stench of sweat started to seep to him, with disgust Harry managed to reign in his senses somewhat.
"Even so, I know why a few of your…acquaintances were there, and I confess myself disappointed Malfoy", inwardly smirking as Lucius flushed in rage Harry continued before he blew his fuse. "For all of your cunning you have no idea of the concept subtlety do you? There are so many better ways to treat the boy than to kill him, the most ironical thing to do would be simply to train him as your personal attack dog and send him against Dumbledore and his ilk, but I had different plans, plans that are now ruined should I not get a specific item", Harry said darkly.
"And what…ah…item would that be Count"? Malfoy asked eagerly, now eager to get back into Harry's good graces (which Harry found hilarious as Malfoy had originally come to kill him). "Oh it is a ring, and this ring is precious to me, if you could aid me in finding this ring I shall help you find Harry Potter", Harry finished, inwardly shouting with joy as a greedy look appeared in Malfoy's eyes, and he knew that Malfoy would help him get the ring for him.
"Indeed I shall help you, should you help me locate Harry Potter", Malfoy said as he stuck out his hand. "Thank you", Harry said as he shook it firmly.
"The ring of which I am speaking of was once stolen from my family, over three thousand years ago, and only a Von Carstein can unleash it's true potential, which holds the location of several priceless treasures and artefacts, four millennia my family has searched for it and I have finally found it, the ring I speak of is currently residing on the left hand middle finger of our gracious host Lord Yaxley, bring him before me and together we can 'convince' him to part with it", Harry lied smoothly, the true potential of the ring was more than just the location of Castle Drakenhof, it was they key to the castle. Ancient tomes filled with long forgotten magic, ancient magical relics of a forgotten time, and lastly the regenerative abilities of the ring, at least Malfoy was willing to believe his little lie as he was currently talking quickly to Yaxley.
A minute later Yaxley and Malfoy stood in a room with Harry. "Well Count, Malfoy here tells me that you have a good offer to me", he said with what he thought was an inviting tone. "Yes as a matter of fact I do Yaxley. I need the ring on your hand, and you give it to me now", Harry said as he allowed his dark aura to unleash itself, making both Malfoy and Yaxley cringe away in submissiveness.
"Never, that is my family ring, it has been in our family for several hundred years", he spat at Harry. Harry simply grinned darkly as his emerald eyes blackened, with a swift move he held Yaxley's wand against his throat.
"You will serve me in life or you will serve me in death, either way is preferable to me slave", Harry hissed darkly.
Yaxley was simply terrified. Not even the Dark Lord had given such an aura of fear, and when the foreign Count had seized Yaxley's wand and pressed it against his throat before he even realized it he knew that he had lost. With great suffering he removed the beautiful ring from his hand and gave it to the Count who was holding his hand out expectantly.
"Good", Harry said as he was given the ring. Turning towards the petrified by fear Lucius he pointed Yaxley's wand. "Obliviate", and then he proceeded to change Malfoy's memories to the point where Malfoy believed that they had exchanged pleasantries on their disgust with mudbloods. Using the same spell on Yaxley Harry put the wand back in Yaxley's pocket before speaking to the two purebloods.
"Well my Lords, it has been a most pleasant evening but sadly I must move on", with a nod of his head Harry left with his cloak swishing behind him, counting the large amount of money he had liberated from both Yaxley and Malfoy.
Six hours later he was sitting in his bedroom at number 4 Privet Drive (he had been gifted Dudley's second bedroom after some intimidation). This was it now, he would finally find the way to his true home. He pricked his finger with one of his fangs, allowing some of the blood to drip on the ring before he put it on. "I Harold Von Carstein claim my rightful place as the ruler of Sylvania and the line of Von Carstein, so mote it be", he canted in an ancient language long lost. With a flash the ring refitted itself to Harry's hand, and in the ruby the picture of a winged bat could now be seen. Immediately the wound on Harry's finger healed, and information about Castle Drakenhof including it's surrounding lands and exact position filled his mind, and then he fell asleep.
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Harry awoke to the sound of yelling, and the voice that was yelling was clear as the day itself to Harry. Vernon had returned from jail. Silently Harry snuck along the wall and down stairs to see what the ruckus was.
In the kitchen stood Vernon, still as fat as ever and the vein in his temple was almost bursting, and in his hand he held a berretta 9mm pistol. Just as he was about to rant some more nod doubt to aunt Petunia he saw Harry.
"YOU, YOU ARE THE REASON I WENT TO JAIL YOU FUCKING FREAK. I'M GONNA KILL YOU BEFORE GUTTING YOU AND FEEDING YOU ENTRAILS TO THE BIRDS, AND THEN!!!!! WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT"? He suddenly shouted as Harry was on all fours with tears running out of his eyes. "As if you'd have the guts to kill me Vernon, you just don't have it in ya do ya fatarse", Harry tainted, enjoying it immensely as Vernon went past purple and turned a deep violet, and with shaking hands he turned the gun on Harry and shot once, twice, two more shots followed before he lowered the smoking gun.
The freak was currently lying motionless at the ground with blood splattered about him, finally Vernon had done the right thing, something he should have done years ago. With a sickening smile he turned to walk back to Petunia whom was staring in horror at something behind Vernon's back.
"Oh Vernon, I'm not dead yet", came a voice so cold and hateful that it sent shivers down Vernon's spine. Slowly he spun around to meet a creature of pure darkness. His nephews unnatural pale face was smiling sickly at him, and a pair of fangs grew out from before his eyes. The boy's eyes were almost pitch black and held a promise of ultimate pain and death, even now the boy seemed to be growing in height and before he knew it Vernon was staring 'up' at the boy. Pointing a pale hand that held three inch long talons instead of nails he spoke with such a terrifying voice that Vernon was bathed in cold sweat urine. "Y-You're dead" he sputtered out to the boy who just laughed.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but it seems that I am still very much alive" the boy said in a false consolatory voice.
With a scream Vernon emptied the remaining bullets against the boy, only to stare in fear as he slowly rose again. With some strange popping noises followed by clangs the bullets dropped out of the wounds they had inflicted and landed on the ground, and then the wounds closed and all traces of them disappeared as if they had never been there in the first place.
Before he had time to fully grasp what had happened the boy had him pushed up against a wall. "Well, well. I think I should save you until last, don't you, Vernon? Let you see your family die", Harry said as he threw Vernon hard against the kitchen floor making a the floor tremble.
Without another glance Harry turned to Dudley first, intent on repaying him on the years of bullying he had done against Harry. With a snarl of rage Harry started to pound every inch of Dudley's body, his vampiric strength making him stronger than even a giant meant that every single punch cracked or broke a bone and ruptured organs, making Dudley scream in pain as his body was slowly but surely damaged beyond all help. After Harry was certain that every single bone from the chest and down was broken and most of his organs were either failing or completely ruined, he grabbed Dudley by the neck before he continued pounding Dudley's head against the floor, only stopping when all that remained of it was spread out pieces of bone, brain matter, and bloodied flesh.
Turning towards a horrified Petunia and Vernon Harry sensually licked the blood and tissue of his hands taking great delight in doing so.
"P-p-p-pl-please d-do-don't do this H-Harry, L-Li-Lily wouldn't h-have w-wan-wanted you to k-kill us", she sobbed as she threw herself at Harry's feet. Rage beyond anything Harry had ever felt welled up in him, and he backhanded her across the face so hard that he knocked her several feet away and caused over half of her teeth to be knocked out.
"I wouldn't know anything about that now would I? especially since you have lied to me my entire LIFE. If you had just been kind to me I would not need to kill you now, but instead I shall take great pleasure in it", Harry hissed to her.
Howling both in pain and sadness petunia tried to crawl away from him, and Harry watched amused as she couldn't bare to cross the area where her soon was currently lying in a pool of blood and brains.
Almost detachedly Harry walked into the living room where he grabbed a sword that was hanging over the mantelpiece. Vernon had often boasted on how his grandfather had used it in the first world war, yet Harry knew that it was just a cheap piece of crap.
The sword was blunt and not sharp at all, so petunia shrieked load enough to raise the dead as he stabbed the sword through her stomach, with a great deal of strength he clove his way through her stomach, before sliding the sword out from her now ruined nether regions. With perverse curiosity he noted that she still tried to get away sobbing hysterically now, as she grew weaker by the second. Lifting her up Harry punched his hand through her from behind, punching out through her ribcage, showering the walls in blood as she drew a final gasp for life and then died.
Letting his dead aunt drop the floor Harry turned to Vernon who was now crying openly for first time Harry could remember. Drawing out his own belt Harry repaid Vernon the services he had so often done to Harry. Each whip of the belt bringing out a howl of pure pain from Vernon. Eventually Harry grew tired of it, and so he proceeded to cut him slowly by a blunt knife instead. Whenever the wounds grew serious Harry would heal all evidence of them and start over again. Eventually Harry spoke again, this time with perverse amusement. "Fun. But not so much that I want it to last all night", he said as the wheels in Vernon's head turned.
Opening the liquor cabinet Harry forced Vernon to drink it up, before sloshing more alcohol all over him, before placing a half empty bottle in Vernon's left hand. The next step was simple Harry simply crushed Vernon's hands with his own, making it appear like bruises he had gained from punching someone, the bruises on Dudley's body were so many that it was impossible to find a distinct size to them. He continued by smearing blood from both Petunia and Dudley all over him, particularly the hands.
Then he made sure that Vernon had left some fingerprints on the sword, before he put a few bullets into Dudley and petunias bodies. In the hall he used a handy wandless cleaning spell to siphon all the blood out of the walls and carpet, before returning to the kitchen. He made the now unconscious Vernon hold the gun in his mouth before he squeezed the trigger, spraying the wall behind him with blood and brain matter. With the deed done Harry walked over to the phone and waited for some time, before calling up the police station.
"Yes what can we help you with"? a tired voice asked over the phone. "M-my family, their dead sir, uncle Vernon killed them all, I don't know what to do. What shall I do? I'm scared", Harry cried out, adapting the role of hysterical child.
There was some ruckus over the phone, before the voice, serious this time spoke to him. "Don't worry son we're on our way, just sit tight and we'll help you okay"?, meekly Harry answered him "okay".
The next minutes Harry was almost dying with the effort of not laughing and keeping up the charade of helpless child, as the police officer on the phone was trying to console him. And suddenly the driveway was filled with police cars with sirens howling and their blinking lights was making the front lawn look like some sort of Christmas tree.
Several uniformed police officers barged in, and one man, an Inspector if Harry was not mistaken made his way over to where Harry was sitting with wide eyes. "Hello son, my name is Inspector Jones, what is your name"? "Harry P-Potter", Harry sobbed pathetically, as the man drew him into a tender hug.
"Oh my fucking God…what the bloody hell happened in here", a voice asked sickly from the kitchen. And Harry noted with inward amusement that several of the police officers seemed to empty their stomachs at the sight.
"Just come with me Harry and we'll take care of you", the Inspector said, and Harry saw his opportunity. "No, th-that is just what uncle Vernon always said before he, before he", with a sob and a faked scream of fear Harry punched the Inspector in the face, hard enough to make him bleed but not enough to break the nose. Then he hightailed it out of there (well at least it seemed that way for the police). Ignoring their cries Harry ran off. After he had shook them off he ran much faster than what he should normally be able to (as a human at least).
Slightly changing his appearance Harry took a bus that lead down to London, where he snuck onto the first boat off the island. Hopefully he would be in Albania at Castle Drakenhof within the week.
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Back in a castle up north named Hogwarts Albus Dumbledore awoke suddenly with a dreadful feeling creeping up at him. Swiftly walking into his office he checked his various devices including the one that showed the wards at Privet Drive. He swore loudly. Petunia the anchor of the wards was dead according the device, and Harry Potter was no where to be found either.
Quickly he dressed up and then proceeded to floo into Arabella Figg's home, where he walked swiftly over to Privet Drive 4. When he arrived the entire area was cordoned off by the police, and one of the gruffly stopped Albus Dumbledore before he got too close. "What happened here my good man", Dumbledore said jovially.
"It appears that the man in the house, one Vernon Dursley got out of jail today and got drunk. In his drunken state he killed his wife and son, and tried to kill his nephew before taking his own life", the officer said with disgust.
"And the boy", Professor Dumbledore said distantly. "Ran away when one of our Inspectors tried to convince him to go to the station, packed quite a punch I believe", he said seriously. Dumbledore nodded more to himself than anyone else as he walked some distance away before apparating.
Back in his office at Hogwarts he sat down in his chair and actually sulked. All of his plans ruined. The boy would now be free of the abusive environment and as such would not look to Dumbledore as his saviour for getting him out. No he had to find the boy and place him somewhere else, 'perhaps Severus would be a good idea', he thought distractedly as he turned towards his phoenix Fawkes whom he had bound against the birds will with a particular dark curse that he had learned from his Gellert, it was time to recall the Order of the Phoenix.
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AN: Okay so here is the first real chapter of Black Night. As you can see having all the memories and part of the personality of a three thousand and something year old Vampire can have both strengths and weaknesses. He know how to deal with most people, and is not so adverse to violence having seen quite a bit of it from his sire's memories.
As you can see Harry is going to be very dark maybe evil I haven't decided that one yet, and Dumbles is going to be manipulative (I'll try at least grin) For those who wonder about how he knows newer spells. Vampires can get a great deal of information from the blood of someone else, and a fifth generation vampire like Harry as no troubles learning a persons most intimate secrets if he gets the persons blood, so he already knows most of the Hogwarts curriculum (depends on classes). Further more Harry will enter puberty sooner than most others, so sexual action starts in year (you didn't honestly believe I would give up that did you?)
This fic should continue even beyond the seven years at Hogwarts and events, though similar will be quite different from what they are in the books. I may put Harry in Gryffindor, just to falsely placate the old lemonfucker I mean sucker, and keep him of his back a little. The deathly hallows will likewise appear earlier than they do in the books (or at least according to my current base plot, might change that later though).
So tell me what you liked and didn't like, as always reviews, suggestions, questions and constructive criticism is more than welcome. If you have questions please PM them to me and I'll do my best.
I did take some liberties with the history of the Von Carsteins, and changed some of it, including the fate of Mannfred which (from my knowledge) has yet to be decided. And for those who might have played Warhammer fantasy (against or with Vampire Counts) Harry is currently at the same level as a Vampire Count.
