A.N. Wow. . .so many reviews, so little time. Thanks to all who reviewed, I really appreciate it. Lani, to answer your question, I haven't even thought of it. I'll let you know when I do though.
And LiLwIzZoRiEe, I shall answer your query on the time thing. If you hadn't noticed, Syrian speaks more eloquently then a lot of 6 yr olds; at least to me. What I'm aiming for is for her to be 6 in the human world but older in the Elvin and Vampiric worlds. Like six years here is 12 there ya know? Though, I haven't actually come up with an actual time difference.
On with the story!
The soft tapping coming from the far side of the dimly lit room caused Syrian to snap her eyes open in an instantaneous alertness. Her eerie eyes scanned the room, as if expecting an intruder. Her gaze fell upon the window after a moment of searching for where the tapping originated and there, she saw an owl demanding entrance to her room. Hesitantly, she rolled off her bed, planting her feet upon the floor, and padded softly across the room. When she opened the window, the owl flew in only to perch on the corner of her nightstand.
"Odd," she whispered to herself.
As she approached the owl, she felt and air of impatience surrounding it. The owl, which she could now tell was a dark brown in color, lifted its leg so that she could get the parcel tied to it. But, as soon as Syrian untied it, the owl flew out the window leaving her to wonder what it was that she received, alone.
The front of the envelope read:
Ms. S. Potter
The Uppermost Tower
Vampir Castle
Scotland
She opened the envelope with an immense curiosity, and pulled out a long piece of parchment welcoming her to Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Her eyes widened as she read, causing her to call out, "Deimon!"
In an instant, the elder Vampire was at her side, asking what the problem was. "I. . . I'm accepted to Hogwarts. I thought that only Humans went there."
Deimon only chuckled at the girl, "My dear, your father attended Hogwarts along with your mother. Neither of which were human. Actually, your father is still there."
The girl turned her head sharply, "what?" she growled, "and why is it that this is the first I've heard of it?"
"Calm down, Syn. He doesn't know that you're alive. He believes that you died along with your mother, that All Hallows Night. He will be shocked but he will know you; for the world knows that Harry Potter died that night but none but him, in the Wizarding world, know that Harry was actually Syrian. You."
Syrian took in all of this information slowly. As soon as she'd filled it away for later examination, as sly smirk spread across her face revealing a lone fang. "So, where does one find these absurd Wizarding details?"
"Ah, my dear, I haven't a clue. But there is a family that would be willing to help."
Together they left her room in the uppermost tower and descended the many stairs until they reached the Common area. Deimon strode over to the fireplace and tossed many granules of a sand like substance into the roaring fire, turning it green. "Lucius Malfoy," he called out.
Seconds later a disembodied head appeared in the fireplace, "Ah, Deimon, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" the blonde, aristocratic head asked.
"Good morning Lucius, it so happens that my charge, Syrian, has received a Hogwarts letter. I was hoping that you'd be able to take her to get all of the necessary supplies."
Lucius raised an eyebrow, "another of your clan is a Witch? Astounding." He drawled. "I have no problem escorting the young witch to Diagon Ally. In fact, I must take my son; it's his first year as well. Send the girl over tomorrow afternoon and we'll go."
"Wonderful! I thank you for your assistance, Lucius. Have a good day."
"You as well, Deimon."
The fire turned back to its normal orange glow and Deimon retuned his attention to the girl behind him, "Well, it's settled then. You'll go with the Malfoys to collect your supplies. Get some rest, my dear, tomorrow will me a long day for you."
