Author's Note: The inspiration for this story came to me in a dream…. Ok, not really, I'm not cool enough for that. It actually came to me while I was looking at an article for mad cow disease. Don't ask! And oh yeah, this is my first story so PLEASE R&R!!!

Chapter 2

Harry Potter was sitting in the train on the way to school. He was contemplating buying a chocolate frog while Ron chattered on about how he was going to make the quidditch team this year and Hermione read some large, rather boring looking book. All of a sudden time stopped. Ron was paused right in the middle of chewing a tuna sandwich, not pretty by the way, and Hermione was mid-sneeze. Yet, oddly enough, Harry hadn't been paused while, presumably, everyone else had been. But before he had much time to try and figure out what was going on, someone twirling a heart shaped watch appeared out of thin air.

Harry jumped ten feet in the air while screaming, rather girlishly mind you, "Who the bloody hell are you?!"

The man with the watch laugh sadistically and grabbed poor Harry's arm and off they went. Back they went through time and space, through black holes and galaxies far, far away. Or maybe not, you can ever tell with these things. Oh well, Harry landed with the crazy man still at his side and instantly started having one of his famous temper tantrums. After a minute or two, the man with the heart shaped watch got bored and full-on bitch slapped Harry.

"Alright you screaming ninny. Here's the deal. I've transported you to another dimension and another time. You'll find the people you need to be with right around that hill. This is purely for my own amusement, so make it good." The man with the watched strolled away whistling the song "I Feel Pretty".

Darren stood gaping for a moment and then turned on his heels, prepared to kill Tiny, and then bring him back to life, and then demand that he be taken back. He had a war to fight you know? But sadly he never got that chance. Because Tiny had disappeared.

After a few minutes of pinching himself, he finally decided that he was not, in fact, dreaming.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" He cursed at the heavens or Paradise (If you don't get it, read Cirque Du Freak!) Deciding that it was the only thing to do, he headed off toward Hogwarts Castle.

Harry Potter was standing in the middle of a long, twisting valley. He was still a little shocked by the fact that he had been slapped by the short, crazy man with a watch. But he didn't seem to have been harmed by the time traveling/dimension switching, so he did what the man had proposed a few moments ago. I mean, there was really nothing else that he could do.

He walked around the hill and found himself in the middle of a giant campsite full of freaks. No, literally, he was smack dab in the middle of a circus; he could see the tent a little further away in a clearing. He saw a cage with what looked like the muggle version of a werewolf; it however, looked nothing like a real werewolf, of course he would know, almost being killed by one two years before. He also saw a woman take off an ear and throw it at a child, at least he thought it was a child, it had green scales all over its body. The ear boomerang-ed right back into her hand then she put it back on. All around him were vans and tents with people bustling about doing random things.

No one noticed him for quite some time. But eventually a man as tall as Hagrid and as skinny as Filch walked up and without saying a word nodded Harry in the direction of a van with an open door. Harry followed him obediently and once they were both inside sat there wondering how the tall man could fit in such a small van.

"Hello, my name is Hibernus Tall. I need to ask you a few questions." Mr. Tall said.

"Erm… all right." Harry said uncertainly, still kind of freaked out by this unnaturally tall man. And still too shocked to think properly, he simply answered the questions he was asked.

"What's your name?"

"Harry Potter. Wait, where am I?"

"You're at the Cirque Du Freak. Where are you from?"

"I'm from Hogwarts, it's a school for people with…special abilities. How did I get here?"

"I was just about to ask you that same question."

"Well, I do know that some weird guy with a watch stopped time, or something, when I was on the train to school and then he grabbed me and I ended up here."

"Mr. Tiny!!" Interrupted a guy with long nails, flaming red hair, and a scar down the side of his face, as he let himself into the van. "He kidnapped Darren didn't he? Hibernus, I heard he took him right from under your nose. Why the hell didn't you stop him?!"

"Harry, this is Larten Crepsley. Larten, this is Harry Potter." Mr. Tall introduced unfazed. And then said, "Larten, if you think I have the power to interfere with him than you are grandly overestimating me."

"Erm excuse me, but will some one please explain to me what the hell is going on?" Harry asked, finally finding his voice again.

"Well I believe that Mr. Tiny…" Hibernus began.

"Who is Mr. Tiny?" Harry interrupted.

"The man who kidnapped you." Hibernus answered.

"Oh ,ok." Was Harry's confused response.

"Well…" Hibernus started again.

"Well nothing! That bastard took my assistant, HE TOOK DARREN!!!! For the love of the gods! Doesn't anyone care? HE TOOK DARREN!!!! He kidnapped a Vampire Prince!!!! Tell me where he is and I'll rip his stone heart out!! HE TOOK DARREN!!!!" Larten ranted, while pacing back and forth in the small van, an amazing feat really.

"Larten, please, compose yourself. Darren is perfectly capable of taking care of himself. Besides, there's nothing that we can do right now but hope that he can figure out how to get back." Hibernus soothed. "And thanks to my father we now have Harry here to help."

"What are talking about? Are you saying that I'm not going to be able to get back? I'll be expelled! VOLDEMORTS BACK!! IF IM NOT THERE HE'LL KILL EVERYONE!!!!" It was Harry's turn to yell and rant as the reality of the situation finally hit him.

He didn't have much time though, because for the second time in half an hour Harry was slapped in the face. This time by Mr. Crepsley. This resulted in Harry blacking out, need I remind you that vampires are immensely stronger than humans, even wizards ones.

Darren found the gates to the castle locked. Not that that was a problem for him. He was over that sucker in 3 seconds flat. He continued his angry walking and cursing all the way up to the giant doors, where he was met by a tall, old man with a long white beard and half moon glasses.

"Hello. Who are you?' the old man questioned.

"Uh… my name's Darren Shan." Darren replied uncertainly.

"You're not a muggle, not a wizard, not a werewolf…" the old man mumbled almost to himself. "Ah, are you a vampire?"

"Uuuuuhhhhhhh…" Darren had no idea how to answer that.

Ok. I know Mr. Crepsley would never show that much emotion and he would definitely never slap someone, but I kinda like the whole fatherly thing on him. I think it's cute! And I swear that there well be way more of Darren next chapter!!! And remember PLEASE R&R!!! thanx!