Guys I'm so sorry I couldn't update sooner! SOOOOOO sorry! But I have an excuse; my parents took my laptop away. Grr. They keep on saying I'm gonna become addicted to it or something. Crazy of what? *Chuckles nervously* Anyway, on with the story!

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Last time…

Nobody spoke. The silence was so thick you could cut it with a butter knife. Then, Dumbledore began to speak, but Harry was not listening to him. He stared down at the goblet, which was still half full, in horror. He sniffed the goblet, and could faintly hear Dumbledore trailing off whatever he was going to say. Harry recognized the smell coming from the goblet, and almost fainted.

It smelled of blood…

Harry stared at the goblet in horror, hands shaking violently. The goblet slipped from his fingers, splashing the bedcovers and the front of his shirt in a deep red. The goblet rolled away onto the floor with a crash and he froze. Everything finally caught up to him, and he screamed, a shrill sound, and started thrashing on the bed violently.

Everybody moved into action. The stranger who had presented the blood to him moved forward, restraining Harry. The chains had broken away when Harry had started moving around. Madam Pomfrey fled from the room, and Snape strode forward a potion clasped in his pale hands. Dumbledore looked on sadly. "Calm young one!" the stranger hissed, but Harry in his befuddled stated couldn't understand anything going on around him.

Snape tried to pour the potion down Harry's throat, but his lips were tightly closed. The stranger growled in frustration, and maneuvering his body, extended one hand, and pried open Harry mouth and Snape quickly poured the potion in. Snape stepped back, and slowly, Harry calmed down. The stranger looked at Snape inquisitively, and the potions professor shrugged. "A calming drought" he said and the stranger nodded.

They both turned to look at Harry when he groaned. The change had wrought wonders on Harry's body. He had always been short, probably from the result of being underfed, but now he had grown to a nice and respectable 5'11. His wiry frame was still there, but if someone looked closer they could see the muscles that rippled underneath the pale skin. His shaggy black hair had flattened out, overall being easier to tie back, and his fingers had turned into one you would see on a pianist's. But the most notable difference was his eye color. They had gone from a brilliant Avada Kedavra green to a deep ruby red of a vampire's. The stranger sighed. He knew Harry who become angry because of this, and watched the young vampire warily.

Harry groaned and looked around the room. He was amazed at the detail and unconsciously raised a hand up to his eyes. But strangely enough, he didn't have his glasses on. The first time he had woken he had been too caught up with the burning in his throat to focus on much else. However, this time he immediately noticed the stranger holding him down was the man he had seen last night. (Was it last night, he thought to himself.) Not because of his physical appearance, of which he had only vaguely seen, but his scent and the deep timber of his voice.

Harry crinkled his nose at the foreign scent, and finally surmised that the scent was safe and he slowly relaxed. The man spoke again and Harry knew that voice was the same he had heard yesterday.

He finally snapped out of his reverie when the man called his name. Harry languidly gazed over at the man, but then he remembered what had happened in the last twenty four hours, and his face morphed into one of fury. "You!" Harry exclaimed, gazing heatedly at the man, who matched his glare with calm indifference. "What did you do to me!" The man cocked his head, and slowly stood up, releasing Harry's arms. Harry immediately got up into sitting position. "I have done nothing young one" the man said and turned to Dumbledore who was watching the conversation play out with interest.

"Albus, would you care to explain what has happened to my nephew here?" speaking to the Headmaster in obvious familiarity. Everyone in the room froze. "Nephew?" Harry asked, unsure whether to be angry or confused. "Damien Monroe Evans at you service" the man said, bowing with obvious flourish. And yet nobody had moved. Harry was frozen in shock, Snape arching his eyebrow in curiosity, and Dumbledore watched on, eyes twinkling madly. Damien looked around the room smirking, and when nobody made a move he strode out of the infirmary, the doors closing behind him with an audible thump.

At the noise everyone unfroze. Snape looked down at Harry, then at Dumbledore a frown plastered on his face. "Albus, this is all so very interesting, but I have a lesson to plan out before the school year starts. Good luck on your little… (and here he looked at Harry, sneering) problem." With a swish of his robes, Snape was gone.

When only Dumbledore and Harry remained, Harry looked up at Dumbledore, the beginning of blood red tears in his eyes. "Professor, will you please tell me what's going on?" Dumbledore sighed, and pulled his spectacles off, rubbing his eyes. "Harry my boy" he said, "there is something urgent we must speak about."

Harry didn't like where this conversation was going. Dumbledore looked tense, and Harry had never seen the Headmaster so distraught before. "Harry, what do you know of your mother's side of the family?" Dumbledore asked, choosing his words carefully. They were alone, and one wrong move and he would be at the mercy of a young and volatile vampire. Harry frowned, leaning back into the pillows. "Didn't my mother come from a muggle family?" He didn't see how this was relevant. "Yes...and no." the Headmaster replied as cryptically as ever. Harry frowned, the only outward display to show that he was getting angry again. When would the Headmaster EVER give him a straight answer. When hell freezes over, Harry thought. "You see, my boy, I was going back over your family records, and noticed something very curious. Very curious indeed. It seems that in 1732 a woman by the name of Lily Elizabeth Evans had attended Hogwarts, along with her brother. I thought this particularly interesting since your mother and this woman had the same names." Harry nodded, mentally urging the old man to get to the point. THe Headmaster paused, looking at Harry, then continued. "I went back to your mother's records and it seems as if your mother had been adopted by the Evans family. WHat was curious was that her original name also was Evans. Now all this led me to some suspicions. I went back to the woman from 1732 and puled out several pictures of her and her family."

Here Dumbledore pulled out several pictures of the Lily from 1732, and handed them to Harry who looked at them with fascination. He hadn't known that although muggles didn't have photographs back then, the Wizarding World did. But what made him gasp was that Lily Elizabeth Evans looked exactly like his mother in her younger years. He leafed through the photographs, and stopped at another picture. This was labeled to be Lily and her brother, right before graduation. THe man who had called Harry his nephew was looking out through the photo, smiling and laughing as a younger version of the man today. Harry muddled mind searched for an answer, but no reasonable explanation come up, other than his mother and Damien getting plastic surgery to look exactly like these people.

"Harry, "the Headmaster said cautiously, and HArry looked up, eyes glowing eerily. THe Headmaster looked at Harry, who hadn't seem to connect the dots yet. The Headmaster sighed, steeling himself, then said "Vampires, Harry. It seems as though your mother was a vampire."

For a moment, nobody breathed or dared to move. Then Harry burst out into nervous laughter. "Sir," he said chuckling," are you trying to say that me mother was a blood sucking leech?" THe Headmaster said over the laughter, "THen how do you explain what has happened to you?" the Headmaster asked, and Harry immediately stopped laughing, closing his moth with an audible click in the jaw. THe Headmaster pinched the bridge of his nose. THis was not how he had wanted to tell the boy, but the damage was done. "Harry, in your mother's first year, she came to see me. Since her graduation from HOgwarts many years ago, she had chosen to stop aging at 30. She was able to do this because Lamia, or born vampires, can choose the age they stop aging."

Here the Headmaster stopped looking for any reaction from the Boy-who-lived. He was a still as a statue. "Your mother was able to pass as an 11 year old because of a glamour she had cast upon herself. She told me about her history, and how she had enchanted her "family" to believe that she was their child. She told me of how she and Damien had gone their own paths after their parents death at the hands of a Hunter. I chose to let her stay at Hogwarts. She married James and then became pregnant with you. She came to me, hysterical, when she found out about her pregnancy. I was surprised that she, a vampire, was able to carry a child. Apparently female Lamia were able to have children; extremely difficult, but it could be done. She then told me that if anything happened to her or your father, I would tell me about your inheritance." Here Harry growled softly in the back of his throat. How DARE the man keep something like this from him! Dumbledore, apparently understanding what HArry was thinking, quickly said, "Unfortunately, your mother never broached the topic and I forgot about the conversation, until your Uncle showed up at my office several days ago. I am terribly sorry my boy at the misfortune I have caused you."

Harry sprung to his feet with amazing agility and began pacing, hand clasped behind his back. Dumbledore watched his antics with weary eyes. Harry turned to Dumbledore, red eyes flashing. "Why was I able to act ad live as a human for 15 years? Since my mother was a vampire, shouldn't I have been a vampire from birth?" Dumbledore searched through his memories for an answer, and once finding one, pulled it to the front of his mind. "My boy, since you father was a human, your vampire side would have been suppressed until your 16th birthday. At this time, your vampire blood and your human blood would have clashed, each one fighting for dominance. IT seemed as though your vampire side won, resulting in your change from human to vampire.

Harry started muttering, trying to find one word to sum up how he felt. "Oh, shit."

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