I don't own the characters, pretty sure Vlad never went to Hogwarts - sorry JKR + BBC.

This story has been up for one day and has more views than any of my other stories aside from 'Chosen'. So, to the people who favourite/follow and the person who's added two of my stories to communities, thank you! Harry will be introduced to the story in this chapter passively, but he'll be a proper character soon I promise!

Again, apologies for any errors, mistypes or general waffling on. I still have no concrete schedule for this to update, but I had the time so heres another chapter.

-YDHP-

Professor McGonogall informed Vlad the school lists had not yet been released, so they would see very few students in Diagon Alley today. Vlad was grateful in a way, the street was already full of strange people looking at he and his sisters pale skin. No matter how much time he spent in the sun, his vampire tendencies - however dormant - meant he'd never get a suntan.

Ingrid looked quite at home, pointing out different shops to Vlad that they'd need to go to once they'd been to 'Gringotts'. Vlad was saved the trouble of asking what Gringotts was when they stopped outside a huge white building with burnished doors. He tried to read the writing etched in but the professor was already dragging them inside.

His eyes widened, there was lots of short, strange looking creatures instead of humans working in here. Ingrid whispered that they were 'goblins'. Vlad had never seen goblins other than the drawings in his early vampire story books, which were clearly exaggerated to be scarier. Though the small creatures unnerved him still, he felt like they knew what he was from just a glance. Professor McGonogall led them up to what he assumed was the head 'goblin', his desk raised on a dais above the others and he looked older, wiser.

"I have a second Dracula to be admitted to Hogwarts, we are here to collect his school fund for the year. It's a transfer account under Westenra."

The goblin gave Vlad a piercing gaze that made him want to cover his mouth, just in case he suddenly sprouted fangs.

"A second magical vampire in one family, a sibling no less? Very interesting. Is he the one who is sought by them?"

The professor glared at the goblin, nodding shortly and turning the conversation back to his school fund. The goblin looked through a large tome, starting from the back so Vlad assumed it was alphabetical and he was looking for 'Westenra'. Nodding seemingly to himself, he called another goblin over, whispering in a rapid language Vlad didn't recognise.

The creature disappeared quickly, returning with two bags and handing one each to Vlad and Ingrid. The bag felt heavy, and Vlad's curiousity got the better of him so he opened it to find a mix of gold, silver and bronze coins with strange markings on.

"Those are golden galleons, silver sickles and bronze knuts. Your sister will be able to enlighten you on how they work, now we shall tend to your school shopping quickly."

And with that, Vlad followed the two females out of the bank full of strange little goblins. Their first stop was a dusty, dimly lit store called "Ollivanders", which Vlad was informed sold wands. He was still surprised by how much lighter Ingrid seemed here, and if nothing else, the school seemed to have done her confidence a world of good compared to their father.

Back at home she only spoke to him to try and belittle him, but Vlad was beginning to see that she was trying to prove herself and that it wasn't specifically a problem with him. He hoped they'd be able to work on their familial bonds at this strange school they were going to. A small, wizened man with a shock of white hair and eyes that seemed to look around Vlad rather than at him appeared.

"A second Dracula child Minerva? How very intriguing."

None of them had even spoken yet, and Vlad was starting to feel very out of his depth. He could feel something in him reacting to the store, an ambience in the air making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Was the whole store full of this 'magic'?

"Ah, Miss Dracula, I remember you. Is your wand still suiting you? 10 inches, dark cherry wood and a very rare core of Transylvanian dragon heartstring, slightly bendy?"

Ingrid looked surprised he remembered but nodded, pulling out a dark length of wood Vlad hadn't noticed she had with her.

"As you said, it's very good for charms." The man Vlad assumed to be Ollivander smiled, eyes flickering between Ingrid's wand and her, though again he seemed to not be looking directly at her, more the air around her.

"Forgive me young Dracula, my name is Ollivander, I am a wandmaker. I can feel the aura of magic around particularly powerful wizards, or in your case, vampires. Both your sister and you have a powerful aura, it's very attractive to senses like mine. Now, I believe you require a wand yourself?"

Vlad nodded, his adjusting eyes picking out that the walls were not in fact bricks but boxes upon boxes stacked into deep shelves. The little man smiled, which only made him look stranger to Vlad before disappearing, coming back holding two handfuls of pieces of wood. He laid them out along his counter in a neat row and beckoned Vlad over.

"Young master Dracula, simply pass your hand over each of these wands. If any of them give off a vibe to you, simply pick it up."

Feeling exceptionally silly, Vlad slowly waved his hand over the row of wands. A few seemed to tingle around his skin, but one in particular seemed special. Picking it up, he felt the tingle spread through his fingers a little more. Ollivander nodded, pulling the other wands to the side and looking closely at the one Vlad chose.

"Not quite right, but it gives us a place to start with."

He pulled out another pile of them, some with the same wood as the one he picked first, others with similar cores. None of them gave off any feeling to Vlad, but this didn't seem to deter the man one bit. Ingrid had sat in a chair, looking more interested than he'd ever seen her. Maybe magic was what Ingrid had been missing in her life, she looked at home surrounded by all these strange things while Vlad felt like he might drown in it all. That was true in vampirism too... Vlad was just generally a little lost.

Another row of wands was presented to Vlad, looking very similar to the last three rows he'd tried. One in particular drew his attention, the wood looking slightly twisted and chaotic and the tingle reaching down his arm before he even picked it up. Ollivanders bright eyes fixated on that wand, almost daring Vlad to choose it.

It didn't look quite the same as the others and Vlad wondered what had made him offer it out, but the deep interest in his eyes pushed Vlad to wrap his fingers around the twisted wood. More than a tingle this time, Vlad felt like this strange piece of wood was a missing part of him. That strange ambience in the air seemed to resonate louder in his skin and brilliant blue sparks shot out of the wand. Which shocked Vlad into dropping it, naturally.

"Very interesting young Dracula, very interesting indeed. Is he the one I think he is Minerva?"

Again with talking about Vlad like he was special, but not in the room. It started to irk him, but the wide eyes that looked very out of place on Professor McGonogall's stern face intrigued him.

"He is Mr Ollivander, I believe so." The wand was placed in a box, and Ingrid helped him pay the man twelve galleons.

"11 inches, the last branch of a rare tree found only in Northern Scandinavia that I was lucky enough to obtain supplies from. The core is even more unique, the only dual core wand I have ever been able to finish - phoenix feather and unicorn hair. You are a very special young man Master Dracula, two magical creatures known for regeneration and life in the hands of any wizard, a magical vampire no less. Take care of that wand and it will serve you well. I would advise you not advertise it's special properties early on, but I believe it has found the perfect master."

Noddingly dumbly, Vlad noticed even Ingrid looked surprised as he accepted the long box from the strange man.

"Good luck young one, and congratulations on you both for being born with the gifts you have."

Ingrid smiled, practically bouncing out of the shop at the reminder she was special and seemingly forgetting the strange man's talk of Vlad having this super special unique wand. Pushing the box into his backpack, Vlad looked to the still intrigued gaze of the Professor.

"Where next?"

Vlad decided quickly that he liked this apothecary, much less full of dead human parts than Renfield's alchemy lab. He purchased special gloves to protect his hands, a first year potions kit and ingredients, a small but surprisingly heavy cauldron and a long handled stirring spoon. The professor helpfully waved her wand, alarming Vlad until he felt that his bags of items suddenly weighed very little and he nodded gratefully.

Next was a pet store, Vlad was informed that as vampires, owls were not an advisable pet as they could detect the darker creature within. Looking around at the strange animals, some with multiple limbs, jewelled scales or producing strange noises. Others seemed to look at him intelligently, so much so Vlad wouldn't have been surprised if they started a conversation with him. Ingrid was cooing over a small box full of "crup puppies" (though nobody would ever hear from him Ingrid was a 'dog person') and eyeing up a box of young bats.

Vlad felt something furry brush past his cheek and land on his shoulder, turning his head to find what he would have called a kitten. It was cat-shaped, midnight black fur along it's entire body. The thing that stopped him were the red eyes, glowing like rubies in the small fuzzy face.

"Let me guess, you're Vladimir Dracula?"

A large gruff man asked. Vlad squeaked and nodded, hoping it didn't look like he was stealing and wondering how this man knew his name, everyone seemed to know him here. Professor McGonogall was glaring again, and Vlad was starting to feel like he was missing something very important that everyone else knew. Except Ingrid, judging by her own surprise.

"I was told there'd be vampires visiting, I have to lock away a few of my more sensitive animals in advance, nothing personal youngling. But that there ball of fur seems to have taken a liking to you, and she hasn't liked anyone ever. Those eyes of hers are protection, they glow blue around concealments, green around dark magic and the red helps deflect evil spirits."

"I'm a vampire, how is she deflecting me?"

The gruff man laughed, a loud and deep sound rumbling in his chest.

"That's the thing, she should be spitting mad at you but she isn't. My guess is you got yourself a familiar. I don't know what she is, only what she does. Which is glowy eyes, chasing mice and being a bit scared of birds the daft thing. I reckon you're gonna need her at some point, and she hasn't liked anyone else so far, so she's yours to take if you want her."

The ball of fur in question was already nuzzling at his face and curling around his shoulders.

"What about our father, he's actually an evil vampire?"

Ingrid couldn't resist a dig at Vlad's "goodness" still, then.

"My guess is she won't go near him."

Surprised to find he had a pet, Vlad waited until Ingrid finished her staring at the cage full of bats before paying a few sickles for supplies the pet shop man swore this ball of fur liked. They too were shrunk down by Professor McGonogall, feeling remarkably light considering the amount of things he was carrying.

"She's going to need a name youngling, can't call her furball like I do forever."

The furball in question was now contently snoozing in her carrier. Vlad couldn't think of anything, so he just shrugged.

"I don't know, I will think of something later on when I'm done getting school supplies. What's left?"

The trip to buy his telescope was painless enough, though the owner of the store there seemed quite taken with him also. The trip for quills and parchments was exciting for him, as it didn't involve his father pulling the feathers off live birds, sharpening them himself and writing in blood. Even the bookstore was fascinating, the books didn't smell of damp or decay or have whole chapters dedicated to the best angle to insert your fangs into a neck.

Professor McGonogall handed the shopkeeper two lists, and Vlad and Ingrid were both presented with a pile of different books - his said first year on some of them, so he wasn't too surprised. This was also the point at which the Professor decided to pull out tiny trunks, waving her wand until they were almost as big as he was and instructing him to put everything except his new familiar in there. Ingrid seemed to recognise one of them and add her books to it easily, Vlad noticed I.D on the outside in elegant lettering.

The last on the trip was school uniform, which he was informed midway through a tape measure flying around his body with nobody holding it, was pre-paid for by Granny Westenra and the leftover coins in his bag were for the school year. Unsure what he'd need it for at school, Vlad just nodded. He'd done that alot today, clinging on by the tips of his fingers in this strange world he'd fallen into.

His stomach started growling as he was collecting his new robes, hat and even new socks (Hogwarts got cold in the winter apparently), and they were led to a bizarrely named pub (The Leaky Cauldron? How was that appetising?) before being ushered into a side room. Unsure he should actually eat given the way they were travelling back, Vlad's hunger won out and he tucked into the chips and sandwich he was presented with.

The orange drink confused him, Ingrid told him it was pumpkin juice and very common at Hogwarts, so Vlad gave it a test sip. Not incredibly sweet, but better than when his father tried to push blood on him by miles.

"Now young Draculas, I had intended to leave this until a later time, but I know many of the shop keepers have made comments that confused you, particularly Mr Ollivander. Please restrain your familiar from stealing my lunch Vladimir."

He blushed and grabbed hold of the kitten-like creature, depositing her back in her carrier and closing the door.

"Your letter said The Chosen One because that's how you were recorded to us. This led to a great deal of confusion, as you were born at the same time as another chosen child, though we did not know that until a year later. To understand this, you must understand something about our world. Ten years ago this Halloween, a dark wizard named V... Voldemort, entered a house containing a couple and their young son. Both parents were killed, the son somehow surviving by reflecting the curse back on V... You-Know-Who.

He was only a year old at the time, and we to this day have no idea how he survived. His name is Harry Potter, and he will be starting Hogwarts with you Vladimir. This information is to go no further than this table, I wouldn't even inform you if it weren't totally necessary."

Trying to wrap his head around it all, Vlad sipped at his pumpkin juice and nodded at her to continue.

"You-Know-Who left a mark on Mr Potter, and some call him the chosen one. Like you, we are unsure what he was chosen for, but you are both very rare and unique boys with choices to make. The Vampire High Council are as yet unaware of you as the chosen one, and we need to keep it that way for as long as possible to ensure you get your education at Hogwarts."

Ingrid chose this point to join in, staring at Vlad in absolute disbelief. He felt similar confusion.

"I thought the chosen one was just a myth, a powerful vampire who would lead vampires to glory and unite the worlds."

Uniite vampires? Vlad could barely unite himself with his future as a vampire, let alone anyone else. There was a mistake, but he didn't really want to argue with the scary Scottish woman.

"Is my education at Hogwarts important then?"

The professor nodded.

"Without it, your innate magic will begin to turn on you, wild and uncontrolled. As a vampire, it's even more imperative you master your powers before you turn sixteen. The important parts to take away are that you must learn to hone and master your powers, you are not to tell anyone else of this except your vampire tutor if it becomes relevant and to keep your wand, your title and the powers of your familiar a secret. Do you understand?"

Still spinning at the notion he was some super special vampire in the future, Vlad nodded yet again. At this rate he'd nod his head clean off.

"What does me being 'the chosen one' have to do with this Voldemort or Harry Potter?"

"That is unclear, but the book that records magical births has both of you down as special interest, and it's unlikely to be a coincidence that you were born only a month apart and start at Hogwarts together. Do not concern yourself with such matters yet, focus on learning magic, and enjoying it. When you realise how at home you can feel at Hogwarts, your other worries will disappear. If that is all, we should be getting back before darkness falls, I wish to avoid your father trying to feed on me again."

Snorting at how easily this woman had his father pegged, Vlad grasped the carrier with his 'furball' in. Professor McGonogall shrunk their trunks back down and they both grabbed an arm each. Preparing himself for the painful travel again, Vlad squeezed his eyes shut and hoped for the best.

-YDHP-

Diagon Alley trip for school supplies and Vlad has a little pet! Soon there will be Harry, promise!