A/N Sorry about the first chapter just being a summary, fanfic is still being a bitch to new members like me *SIGH*

Oh well, this is da first chapta yeo, on to the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: Darren Shan and Harry potter do not belong to me, if they did then Darren would have been hotter, the movie would cease to exist in this dimension, and the series would go on to make more sense to people with low tolerance to angst. Oh and Harry wouldn't be such a pathetic, whiny useless KID.

Ps: please just ignore my mindless ranting, you will be hearing more about them throughout the chapters unfortunately, im extremely biased and my writing shows it.

I, Darren Shan, vampire prince and arachnid expert-extraordinaire am bored. Not the normal boredom that plague's modern teenagers, but the mind-numbing kill me now bored. I had been walking in diagon alley for a while now; but learning about the wizarding world didn't seem all that interesting. Personally speaking, Vampire Mountain held many more wonders; these 'wizards' simply seemed lazy. Spells for everything, from turning a spoon for them to cleaning their clothes. Darren blended into the shadows, avoiding the young teenagers that scrambled to get their new school supplies. The boy was disgusted at their physique-or lack thereof, weren't they at some apparent war. Didn't seem like it from the local newspaper's point of view, but what baffled the young prince was that their government wouldn't even investigate this 'Dark Lord' coming back. Pathetic.

It had been a couple years since he had been blooded, going through the ritual of becoming a prince. 30 to be exact, unfortunate since he was half-vampire and had not gone through the purge yet, he looked a little over eighteen. Scowling the young boy flitted back to the inn his mentor and he was staying in. There, a man with red hair and a scar running along the left side of his face sat in an armchair. Darren grinned maliciously and tensed up, without making a sound he pounced in a cat-like manner on top of the older man. Before he made contact though there was a flurry of movement to his right and the young black-haired boy was pinned to the carpet. Vancha March grinned like the Cheshire cat, eyes glinting at his prey. "Vancha! Get your fur coated, grimy, barefoot ass off of me!" Darren gasped. Vancha's eyes slitted and he stared at the younger vampire prince in amusement, Darren's face was flushed and his hair askew. Behind him their mutual friend chuckled, "You let him capture you Darren, what happened to your oh so amazing prowess?"

Darren pouted at them both, "Crepsley, you know Vancha's stink covers his scent, it's not my fault he doesn't bath and everyone avoids him like the plague," he turned to Vancha, "y'know I think that my instincts even try to ignore you. No wonder I couldn't tell you were there!" Both Darren and his mentor began to laugh and Vancha growled, "Not the best position to be making fun of me princeling. Killing a fellow prince would be frowned upon but im sure we could all do away with your cheek." Still chortling, Larten Crepsley glanced at his watch, "as amusing im sure that would be its almost time to go, and you know that if Darren were to disappear the other vampires would be robbed of their current infatuation. Wouldn't want another scar on the pretty boy's face!"

Scowling Darren pulled himself up; it was a sad truth that Larten had just voiced. With age Darren had grown taller, and filled out. Tall and wiry Darren would never be built like a bulldozer like Vancha, but the sleek muscle not unlike a cat did belong to him. Because of the Purges, Darren kept his hair shoulder length, and with his usual attire many had described him as a panther, always alert and poised. It didn't help that his face was chiseled with a European look, the black eyes and hair only accented his pale skin. Darren was not homosexual, but with the long years as a vampire he was more open than most, and it was true that many advances were made on him. Unfortunately, Darren had not courted with anyone since Debbie, and right now no one of interest had come about.

Sighing in resignation, Darren looked at his ancient pocket watch. It had been a gift from Seba Nile before they left. "Ill go get ready then, but I refuse to act like one of them," Darren spat the word like a sour grape. Crepsley stared at his apprentice, more like a son now, " You know that we don't want you to act like the wizardlings, we have our orders and yes I admit they are stupid but they must be carried out," Crepsley sternly reprimanded the boy. Even if Darren was almost 40, Larten was 200 years old. Darren was but a boy to him.

Again scowling Darren remembered his orders…

"IM NOT GOING! Why do I, of all people have to go to this WIZARD school?" Darren screamed at the counsel, outside the boy's friends face palmed and frowned at his childishness. Seba Nile, another Prince, rubbed his temples. It had been many decades since anyone had had the audacity to yell at him, and he was a very old vampire. "Darren, you shall not be alone. And you are quite literally the only one in vampire society that even looks like a teenager."

"That still does not explain the REASON I have to go, I refuse and YOU," Darren now glared at Vancha, "better not come near me! Im NOT going!" And to prove his point Darren pouted and stomped his feet at the floor. He proceeded to sit right where he was in the middle of the counsel chamber and cross his arms still pouting. Everyone but the Princes blushed at the ravishing sight of the young boy on the floor. Crepsley rolled his eyes at his apprentice; even though Darren was of age he would always try and protect Darren. 'Great, more vampires to dissuade from jumping you. Playing nursemaid and bodyguard is SO very much fun.' Crepsley retorted telepathically at Darren. Frowning Darren looked at Larten, because of their bond as sire and apprentice they were able to easily telepathically talk. Didn't mean he could do it with others as easily, with some effort he could but not without fatigue.

"Oh Darren, just try it, I DARE you. I haven't played cat and mouse for a long time and this would be a pleasant exercise," Vancha gleefully glared at the other Prince. Darren snarled and tensed his leg muscles, preparing to flit away. All the counsel members sighed in exasperation, and Seba chuckled lightly. Unfortunately, or fortunately for Darren you could say, Mika Ver Leth stood and raised his hand for silence. "That is enough. Vancha, no one will leave the counsel hall, you as well young prince. The wizards have captured and exterminated a large group of Vampanese and rescued a new fledgling as well as his sire. On our honor as vampires we are in debt… this is something I will not allow. The magical ones have a history of warring with anything they see, and the counsel will not permit any vampires to interfere. It is not our way, they are just like humans, and therefore cannot be trusted. The ambassador for the wizards, a Mr. Albus Dumbldoor, has requested a convoy to meet the other wizards. The same goes for the American ambassador"

Darren frowned at this, his face thoughtful and immersed in his political side. "So they asked for a group of us, but to what end?" A silence ensured and a moment later Darren narrowed his eyes and glared at Mika, "they want us to join their army, to somehow grow emotional attachments by sending a 'teenager'. If I am correct they had just gone through a war a handful of years ago. But I thought it ended." Seba Nile smiled at the boy, as his tutor he was glad the stubborn boy remembered. Crepsley on the other hand smiled proudly at his apprentice's ability to grasp political matters.

This time Seba answered, "We are unsure as to what is currently happening in the wizarding world, but I believe something happened last year. It is so very hard to keep tabs on them for they are constantly causing uproar's and we are a long lived people. Every year or so they go through a war, as Mika stated before; they are just like humans in this manner. But YOU, along with Larten Crepsley, Arra Sails and Vancha March are going to go. Arra and Vancha will go to the American School and you and Larten to the London School." Darren's eyes bulged at the word school but before he could protest Crepsley flitted to his side and clamped his hand on the younger boy's mouth. Good thing too, as Darren let out a string of curses that would have made a pirate blush.

Mika stared unemotionally at Darren, "you will not grow attached, you will not interfere in their going-ons, you will not be overly likeable or rude for that matter, you will obey your sire, and follow protocol. And finally, you will not reveal any information that is deemed classified." His gaze softened, "don't mess up Prince Darren Shan; you are officially an ambassador for vampires in England, as Vancha is the ambassador for America. I trust you to be competent; you are no longer a child. Though you may look it," Mika smirked, showing emotion at last. Darren straightened up immediately, he was no spoiled brat, and he knew that even though he was a prince in the vampire world that meant the most responsibility and hardships. No royal treatment for them, he bowed respectfully. Seba smiled wirily at him, "dismissed!"….

Darren sighed again at the memory, "oh how I suffer for my people! Stuck with teen wizardlingsfor a year, be still my heart!" Vancha chuckled at Darren's dramatics, "I must depart now, Arra should be waiting for me in America. New York, here I come!" before anyone could say anything Vancha flitted away.

"Come on Creepy Crepsley, time to go to the Pig Acne school," Darren rolled his eyes. Larten chortled and smacked the prince on the back of the head, "that's HOGWARTS, Darren."

Yea yea, whatever.

"And you call ME illiterate," Crepsley chuckled.

A/N so guys, what did you think. And what pairings would YOU like to see, tell me and ill decide soon. Yaoi accepted. I will be updating at least every week so stay tuned! Please forgive any mistakes, I haven't read the cirque du freak series since grade 9, which was like almost 3 years ago.