Hi people!^_^

Well, here is chapter 3! I am really happy that I have kept my promise of a weekly update of this story so far. I am hoping that it will continue like this without any problems.^_^

Keep those nice and long reviews coming, because they are as vital for me as blood is for a vampire!^_^

Now, Viktor, the disclaimer, if you will.^_^

Viktor: Lady Avotil does not own the "Harry Potter" or the "Underworld" series, just the plot of this story and any OC characters.

Lady A: Thanks, Viktor.

Viktor: You're welcome *turns to leave*

Lady A: Wait! You promised you would teach me how to do the dance of politics.

Viktor: *raises eyebrow* I did?

Lady A: Yes, you did. How else do you expect me to teach Harry about politics?

Viktor: *sighs* Very well. Come along now.

Lady A: Just a second! *turns to readers* Enjoy the chapter! *smiles*

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Chapter 3: Amy, training and blood

Harry slowly lowered himself into the almost hot water in his bathtub, enjoying the warmth that washed over his pale skin. His now almost constantly neon blue eyes gazing at the beautifully-tiled wall of his bathroom, following the gently swirling silver patterns on the dark blue tiles. He twirled a strand of his midnight-black hair around a slender finger, his eyes acquiring a far-away look. Much had changed since he had arrived at his ancestor's – now father's – mansion two months ago. He had changed the most during his first month here and Harry fondly remembered the day he started training with his father.

Flashback

Emerald green eyes shot open as the black-haired boy abruptly awoke from his first night of undisturbed sleep in a long time. Taking in the room he was in, Harry remembered the events of the previous night, a small smile appearing on his face. He had a family now, a father who would never let him down and who would protect him – it was his greatest wish come true.

Sitting up in his huge four-poster bed and shaking off the last vestiges of sleep, the young heir stood up and went over to his window. Peeking around the heavy curtains, he was only mildly surprised to see the last rays of the sun disappear behind the horizon. It appeared that his body had adjusted to a vampire's sleeping schedule much more easily than he had thought it would. The 12-year-old pulled the curtains back and let the pale light of the moon illuminate his room. Suddenly there was a knock on his door.

Harry absentmindedly called "Enter", entranced by the beauty of the moon and the stars in the ink blue sky. He had never seen the stars so clearly before, even at Hogwarts during the Astronomy classes. A sharp intake of breath made the young vampire finally turn around. Standing in the doorway and openly staring at him was a young girl, looking no older than him, maybe around 12 or 13. Slightly tilting his head to the side, Harry wondered why she was looking at him in that way.

Amy was stunned by the sight before her. Sure, the kid looked like he was around her age, maybe a little younger, but he had an upper body that many older boys would kill for. His abdominal muscles slightly showed and his arms were muscled, but not too much. The black-haired boy had, in short, an athlete's body and it was a very nice sight for the brown-haired teenage girl. A light blush spread across her cheeks as her chocolate brown eyes met the other vampire's emerald green ones. Amy cursed her just now awakening hormones and lowered her eyes to the carpeted floor, hoping that her blushing face was hidden from the boy's view by her fringe. Remembering what she had been sent here to do, she looked back up at the boy and found him looking at her with a confused expression on his face.

"Lord Viktor has asked me to bring you to the dojo", she informed the handsome (in her opinion) young vampire, her English having a very American accent to it.

"I'll be ready in a few minutes", was his reply, a slightly uncaring tone to it. Nodding, Amy stepped back into the hallway and closed the door.

Harry, meanwhile, went over to his closet and chose an outfit that would be perfect for any kind of physical training – a black sports jacket and black sports pants, with both of them having strips of dark blue running down the sides. A tight, black T-Shirt with a few dark grey designs on the front clung to his upper body like a second skin. Actually, both the sports jacket and pants weren't too flared out either so that they didn't hinder any of his movements, which would most probably be very important. Brushing his teeth, combing his hair and taking one last look in the mirror hanging above the sink in the bathroom adjoined to his room, the young heir made sure that he looked more or less adequate. He couldn't very well look as if he had just gotten out of bed in front of the entire coven, could he?

Amy was leaning on the wall opposite the door of the boy's room, lost in thought and wondering who the handsome young vampire was, when the door opened. The messy bed head was gone and, to Amy's slight disappointment, so was the view of his bare chest. The boy had an indifferent look on his face as he closed the door behind himself and turned to look at her. However, as Amy watched the boy's emerald eyes turn a neon blue colour a glint of curiosity appeared in them.

"Shall we?", he asked, motioning with his hand down the hallway.

Amy once again nodded and started going in the direction of the stairs leading down to the foyer. Harry noted that it was much emptier than last night and attributed the lack of vampires there to the fact that most of them were probably still getting up. His attention, though, quickly went back to the girl who was leading him to the mansion's dojo. She looked like a kind person, with her chocolate brown, almond-shaped eyes, heart-shaped face, and shoulder-length dark brown hair, but the black-haired boy was skeptical. After all, Hermione had also looked like a nice person, yet she, along with his other former best friend and surrogate family, had betrayed him. Then again, if he was going to be the heir of Viktor, then he should probably be able to at least talk with the vampires in this coven. This girl would probably be a good start. Besides, she was most probably around his age, if he was right, and that was always a bonus.

"So, what's your name?", Harry casually asked, hoping to sound as nonchalant as possible. The brown-eyed girl looked surprised that he had asked her something or that he had even talked.

"Amy. Amy Jones. What about you?", she replied, thinking that maybe he wasn't as cold as she had thought he was.

"Hadrian", the black-haired boy answered, remembering how he had found out at Gringotts that his full name was Hadrian Jameson Potter. Well, he was quite determined to change his surname – he never wanted to be associated with the Potter name ever again. Also, why make finding him easier for Dumbledore?

"It's nice to meet you Hadrian. So, how'd you come to be here? I've never seen you around here before", Amy inquired – she wanted to find out more about Hadrian.

The only answer she got was a small, yet sad smile before Hadrian's previous mask of indifference covered his face once again. No more words were exchanged between the two, though the silence wasn't awkward in any way. Amy was content to wait – she wanted to be friends with the mysterious young vampire. A few minutes later, after leading Hadrian through two sets of high double doors and through a room, which Harry deemed was an armory or maybe even a headquarters of some sort, Amy stopped in front of yet another set of high double doors. Turning to the other young vampire, the brown-haired teenage girl looked calmly at him, a friendly smile on her face.

"Well, through these doors is the dojo of the mansion, so I'll leave you here", she informed him and after receiving a slight nod Amy left the armory/headquarters.

Taking a deep breath, Harry pushed open the doors, went inside and found himself in a typical martial arts training room. Except that this one was more or less twice the size of any dojo Harry had ever seen in a movie and not just in length and width – the ceiling was as high, if not higher than the big double doors leading into the room. A figure was standing in the center of the dojo and Harry immediately recognized him as his father. The vampire Elder looked over his son's attire and nodded in approval.

Harry took that time to look over his father's own clothing and was surprised to find that there was barely any difference between the vampire Elder's clothes from the previous night and this one. The older vampire wore black, leather pants, knee-high leather boots, a dark blue poet shirt and his long, black coat was still there as well.

"Welcome to the mansion's dojo, Harry, and your first fighting lesson", Viktor announced, a small smile tugging at his lips, before walking to one end of the training room and stopping in front of the wall.

Various swords and staffs were hanging on it. Taking one of the weapons off the wall – a broadsword, Harry thought – he seemed to weigh it in his hand. Once again nodding in approval, the older vampire swiftly turned towards Harry and tossed the sword in the black-haired boy's direction. Caught off guard by his father's action, Harry barely managed to catch the flying weapon in time before it could hit him, stumbling a little bit as he did.

Confused eyes looked at the vampire Elder, who only drew a well-hidden sword from underneath his black coat. Even from this far away, Harry could tell that the hilt was decorated with very detailed Celtic markings, an ornate "V" on the pommel. In comparison, the hilt of the sword Viktor had given Harry was plain and normal, though the young heir noticed with curiosity that both of their blades were silver. Also, if he was right, and Harry was pretty sure that he was, then his father had just taken out his own personal sword.

Almost immediately the black-haired young vampire realized what was about to happen: a sword fight, no doubt to measure his skill in fighting with such a weapon. A small tremor of fear, as well as excitement passed through Harry, but his mask of indifference remained firmly fixed on his face. He would not show fear – a weakness, in his opinion – to his father or to anyone else for that matter.

Without a word, Viktor raised his sword and lunged at Harry. The young vampire crouched slightly, baring his fangs on instinct as he too raised his sword to block the strike from above. The moment the two silver blades clashed, the vampire Elder wasted no time and went for another attack, this one to Harry left. Harry was thankful for his seeker reflexes as he brought his blade from its horizontal position above him into a vertical one, the tip of his sword pointing down, to successfully parry the second blow. Again his father jumped into action and, whirling around to the right without losing his momentum, tried to hit Harry's right side. Harry managed to just barely deflect this blow, having to take a step back with his right foot to do so.

The fight continued on in this fashion, with Viktor relentlessly attacking the younger vampire, who was forced to duck, dodge and jump more and more as his arms got tired not only from holding the slightly heavy sword, but also from blocking the vampire elder's strong attacks. Harry's mask of indifference had fallen away after the first three blows and sweat was running down his face. Viktor, on the other hand, was not even breathing hard, let alone sweating. With a jolt, the young vampire suddenly realized several things at once: firstly, his father was most definitely not giving it his all; secondly, he was slowly being driven into a corner; thirdly, he had no chance whatsoever of winning.

However, Harry was not a loser and had never liked being one. With a small smirk appearing on his face, the young vampire jumped over an attack that would have cut his legs off at the knees and attacked. The attack was, of course, more or less pathetic. Due to his arms being tired, his blow had practically no strength behind it. So when his father blocked it and then pushed Harry's sword back, the unexpected action made the weapon fly out of the young vampire's hands. Before the black-haired vampire could even blink, the tip of Viktor's silver sword was at his throat.

"I…yield", Harry panted, breathing heavily from the fight.

The moment the vampire Elder removed his sword and put it back in its place beneath his black cloak, the 12-year-old collapsed on the floor, lying spread eagle on the mats on his back and staring with an excited and happy glint in his neon blue eyes at the high ceiling of the dojo. His raven black hair was plastered to his head.

Viktor had no doubts that his son was exhausted from their little fight, but he was most pleased with how the boy had handled the sword he had given him. Viktor had not fought all out, yet he had refused to hold back too much as well. After all, fighting was learned through experience and if he coddled his son, then he would never reach his full potential as a warrior. And by the Elders, his heir's potential was immense. He definitely had a fighter's instinct – that much was clear. The vampire Elder swore to himself that he would help his son become the best no matter what.

After a few minutes had passed, Harry thought he was finally well enough to stand up without promptly falling down again. Sitting up slowly, the black-haired vampire held back a wince. His arms were sore and his legs – weak. What was the worst, though, was that he was incredibly thirsty and he had a bad feeling that a glass or two of water would not quench this particular thirst. As he thought about this, his neon blue eyes glowed even brighter and his fangs extended, protruding slightly from his mouth.

Viktor, seeing this, immediately went over to a small table in the corner of the dojo that Harry had not noticed before, took one of the glasses that were on the table and poured a dark red liquid into it from the pitcher there. Hesitating for a few seconds, the vampire elder took another glass – this one was for himself – and also poured the dark red liquid from the pitcher into it. With the two glasses in his hands, the older vampire walked back towards his heir, who was watching his approach wearily and impatiently at the same time. He is probably unsure whether to drink the blood or not, he thought as he reached his son and gave him one of the glasses.

Harry reluctantly took the glass offered to him by his father and cautiously sniffed at the liquid within it. Immediately the scent assaulted his nose and his vampire side identified it just as quickly. It was, without a shadow of a doubt, blood. Ever since his vampire gene had been activated, Harry had avoided drinking the liquid that was vital to his species. As a result, an inner battle was taking place in his already tired mind, creating the beginnings of a headache.

One side of him – his vampire side – desperately wanted to drain the entire glass, whilst the other side of him – the little humanity he had left in him – was protesting and dissuading him from doing it. It was, Harry decided, a fierce battle and the more he wondered whether to drink the blood or not, the more his headache intensified. His decision, however, was made for him when his father lifted his glass of blood in the air.

"To your first lesson, my son. You did well", was all the vampire Elder said before taking a sip out of his glass.

The black-haired vampire could only numbly lift his glass in response to the toast and slowly bring it to his mouth, trying to stall the inevitable as much as possible. When the first drop of blood landed on his tongue, Harry had to restrain himself from avidly gulping the content of the glass down. The blood, contrary to his expectations, tasted wonderfully, like a sweet elixir. It was like manna from heaven for him.

"The blood you are drinking is steer's blood. I thought that for your first taste of the liquid that sustains us vampires it should be real blood and not a blood substitute, which is what the vampires in this coven drink. Steer's blood is better than the substitute, but nothing quite equals the taste of human blood", Viktor informed his heir, closing his eyes as he remembered its sweet taste and the sensation of it running down his throat. Opening his eyes again, he looked back at the black-haired boy, who was listening with a gleam of curiosity in his eyes. The glass in the young vampire's hand was almost half empty. "Drinking the blood of humans is forbidden by this coven's covenant and it is the first rule you will learn to follow", the vampire Elder finished his small lecture. With that, the older vampire left his now empty glass back on the table in the dojo's corner and strode out of the training room, his coat billowing behind him as he did.

A few minutes later Harry followed his father out of the dojo and out of the armory/headquarters. He would have to remember to ask about that later on because right now he was in desperate need of a good shower. As he went up the stairs he saw Amy, the girl who had led him to the training room, going down the hallway of the upper floor towards where his room was. Curious, he silently followed her, wondering why she was going in that direction. Her own room could be there, who knows, Harry thought as he watched her stop in front of his room. Smirking slightly, the black-haired boy snuck up on the still oblivious girl and tapped her on her right shoulder. Startled, the brown-eyed girl jumped into the air and let out a small shriek. Her reaction made his smirk grow into a small smile, which he hid as soon as her gaze landed on him. A small glare was promptly directed at him.

"Don't you ever sneak up on me like that, Hadrian!", Amy berated him, though there was no real anger behind her remark. Harry allowed himself a small chuckle.

"Well, you were blocking the way", he retorted, making her sigh.

"Fair enough", she admitted, "But you should hurry up and get a shower. Your Hungarian lessons will start in 20 minutes", she calmly told him before leaning back on the wall opposite his room and pointedly looking at him when he just stared at her.

"Well? Go on! You wouldn't want to make me wait, now, would you?", she inquired, raising her left eyebrow as she did. Harry blinked.

"What? Why wouldn't I want to do that?"

"Because I am your teacher in Hungarian", she replied, a small smirk appearing on her face. Harry noted to himself not to antagonize her in the future. Without another word the black-haired boy went into his room, closed the door and made a dash for the bathroom.

End of Flashback

That was the day he and Amy first met and their friendship began. It was also the day that he fist drank blood and that his training started.

Getting out of the bathtub, Harry took a towel and wrapped it around his hips, whilst drying his hair with another one. He had to hurry up a little bit. After all, he couldn't be late to his own presentation, now could he?

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Well, it appears that I like to write flashbacks. Prepare for some more in the next chapter! After that I will try to keep them down to a minimum, I promise.^_^

Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please, leave a nice and long review! I really enjoy reading them and I always reply!^_^

Lady A: *tries to remember* So, if my opponent says something that insults me, I should throw a subtle insult back at them and propose a solution to the problem raised by my opponent at the same time. Did I get it right?

Viktor: *nods in approval* Yes, you did.

Lady A: But what if the opponent comes back at me with a counter-argument and a counter-insult? Wouldn't I end up in a vicious, never ending cycle of insults and arguments?

Viktor: No, because then you scowl as menacingly as you can and ask your opponent, if he doubts you.

Lady A: *blinks* Wouldn't that only work, if I was in the highest available position of power?

Viktor: That is why you scowl menacingly – that cows them into agreeing with you.

Lady A: Oh! I see! *notes this down in little notebook* So, what's the next subject?

Viktor: Tax-paying and how to handle people who refuse to pay it.

Lady A: Interesting *turns to readers* Remember: leave a nice and long review!^_^