DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter was created by JKR, I do not own the rights to any characters, nor do I pretend to.

Harry opened his eyes and saw a sight he could get used too. There was a mass of hair leaning on his chest and it wasn't his own. Being the only two magical vampires in Britain is almost a guarantee that the two of them would end up together, especially since he was the one to turn Blaise.

Still, they had things to do, and no time to mess around with frivolities. Yet. Being instinctual creatures, they both woke up from their meditative rest at nearly the same time. After a brief kiss and mental conversation, they coordinated their plan for the day.

'Off to Sirius's House.' They joined hands and tried to apparate. "Interesting, I'm having trouble remembering what his house looked like. No matter, we can just go right to him."

They wafted away in a puff of smoke and arrived in the same room as Sirius.

Sirius didn't give a reaction when they arrived, but after a few seconds his head perked up. "Wards have been tripped..." He muttered to himself reaching for his wand.

"Hello Sirius." Harry said. He opted to not wear his hood up, but regardless Sirius still probably wouldn't recognize him. Harry's hair was longer, and his face was slightly more angular. Not to mention his identifying lightning bolt scar was nearly completely faded. He decided he wouldn't give his identity away right away.

Sirius turned around with a flash. "Who are you?!"

"A possible ally."

"Talk quickly before I call backup."

"Your best friend is a werewolf, is he not?"

Sirius gave a slow nod.

"I have some special skills that allow me to spy and fight against certain enemy factions better than others."

"And what skills are those?"

"I can go places others can't. I may have information that can help you out, if you happen to have some information that may help me out. You scratch my back, I scratch your back."

"I'm listenining"

"I am willing to go to lengths that Dumbledore won't to ensure we win this war. The only condition is that you take an oath to tell know one of me or my companion's existence. Lupin can take the same oath if he desires. The alternative is obliviation and I leave no trace of ever being here."

"So you are pretty much saying that you can sneak into the enemy camp, spy on them or kill them? I will admit that during the first war we were losing because the death eaters had no qualms about killing while we mostly stunned and chucked them in prison. What makes you so special that you can do this that no one else can?"

Harry bared his fangs in a snarl. Sirius paled.

"I don't want your blood. I seek vengeance upon those who have taken everything from me and my girlfriend. There is going to be a lot of bloodshed. Voldemort is already at an advantage because he has gone two months unchecked. I do not want to lose my old friends, regardless if they know of my vampirism or not."

"I can relate. Those bastards have taken everything from me too!" Sirius suddenly jumped up angry. "James, Lily, even my own freedom…and now Harry!"

"They may be dead, but they are always alive as long as you remember them. I hear that Gringotts is holding a meeting to determine who gains control over the Potter estate. Rumor has it that you are the frontrunner."

"Dumbledore has asked me to petition. Great Uncle Charlus was a Potter. I never met him though."

"I'm going to ask you to withdraw your petition."

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to reclaim it."

"Who exactly are you?"

"I am a direct relative of James Potter." Harry replied with a smirk.

"What?" Sirius asked incredulously, and then it began to dawn on him. "No, no, no…"

"Awe Padfoot, I'm saddened that you don't remember your own godson." Harry couldn't really blame Sirius for not recognizing.

"Harry…but you're dead! I saw you buried…"

"I am dead Sirius, I'm a vampire for Merlin's sake."

"How…?"

"I was buried while I was in the process of turning. During that time it is impossible to tell unless someone specifically checks for vampirism."

"I can't believe this. I barely even recognize you. Your taller, long hair, some muscles. Your scar…I can see it but I have to get about a foot away. This is all due to vampirism?" Sirius asked, nearly in tears.

"Yes. The vampirism has aged me to about 20. My girlfriend looks like she is about 18 if I were to hazard a guess. We will look this age for a long time. The vampiric aging process will kill a child who hasn't started puberty yet, that's why you will never find a child vampire."

"This is just too hard to get my head around. You want me to feed you information from the Order of the Phoenix? How do you even know about the group?" Sirius ambled over to a cabinet and procured a fire whiskey for himself.

"I found some of dad's old journals, plus a few bright orange Order robes. Death eaters deserve to be punished for their transgressions."

"You are offering to fight. I already know there is nothing I can say that would make you stop. On the other hand, you came to me when you could've just as easily stayed in hiding."

"You're the only reminder of my family I have left. I can't lose you, I will protect you. I will protect all of my friends. I want to see all of them live to a ripe old age. I came to you, because you and Moony would be the only ones who would accept me. I am a dark creature now, make no mistake about it. My human compassion is not what it is used to be. My emotions are different, some are deadened. Being dead changes you. None of my other friends will accept me, they will side with Dumbledore. He wanted to lock me up like he is doing to you."

"You visited Dumbledore?"

"Yeah. I had to obliviate him. I'm not a mere pawn to be controlled."

"You obliviated Dumbledore?" Sirius asked incredulously.

Harry nodded once.

"Awesome!"

"I visited you once before also. During my first week. You were practically comatose from sorrow and 3 dozen bottles of Firewhiskey. I was here for a whole day but you wouldn't respond."

"Yeah…not one of my finer moments. The last connection to James and Lily was killed… it would be a dishonor not to drink myself half to death." He took a look at the glass in his hand. "This is to get over the shock that you're, well, not wiped out of existence permanently."

"I was there for most of the day waiting for you to sober up, but it never happened. I also drank a half dozen of your fire whiskey's myself, but they had next to no effect on me."

"Wow, so vampires can't get drunk?" Sirius asked in awe.

"Maybe after a few dozen bottles. My organs aren't exactly living anymore, so my magic handles most of that. I can still eat food too, but I don't need too."

"I guess that can help you disguise yourself amongst us mortals. The only thing that I can see that might make you stand out is your slightly pale complexion, but a lot of wizards are just as pasty from sitting inside all day anyways. Also, when I look at your eyes, I can catch a glimpse of pure black. Are you cold to the touch?"

"Yeah. Warming charms can deal with that though, and I can wear obscuring and shadowing charms on my face."

"And who exactly is your girlfriend, she hasn't said a word."

"She's not really over the fact that you are innocent and not the convicted murderer the whole world thought you were."

"Can't really blame her. I don't suppose…" Sirius began. He seemed to muse over something in his head for a second. "I just saw a picture of a girl at the Order reunion. Young girl, your year. Disappeared in a death eater attack, no body was found but presumed dead because of all the bloodstains. I don't suppose it would be a coincidence that this is Blaise Zabini?"

Harry smirked. "So 'ole Padfoot does have some brains after. I rescued her from the brink of death. We've been traveling together, and since we are the only two magical vampires in Britain, it makes sense that we would be together."

Sirius nodded his head. He was familiar with some workings of vampires, including the reason why there are no magical ones. "I will say though, you look almost nothing like the girl I saw in the picture. I suppose the vampirism affected you like it did Harry."

Sirius did a cursory examination of Blaise. She was not overly tall, only a few inches over 5 feet. Her black hair was dressed up, but if she were to wear it straight it would reach halfway down her back. Her eyes were blue, but due to the vampirism they would shimmer completely black like Harry's in the correct lighting. Her complexion was normally tanned looking due to her Italian background, but the vampirism made her noticeably paler, her skin was now fairly normal looking. Her dress did nothing to hide her vampiric induced curves. If she was Sirius age, he would admit that she was very attractive- for a vampire. However since she was barely 15, she was hideous in Sirius' politically correct opinion. Not that wouldn't stop him from appreciating the view while Harry wasn't looking.

Blaise spoke up for the first time. "Death Tater's killed my family after we refused to join their club, and Harry rescued me from the brink of death. The one upside to being a vampire, as you have probably noticed, is that I will look like this for the rest of my eternity. If I am to live forever, I might as well be beautiful, right?"

Harry took this time to muse out loud. "I wonder why there are no obese vampires?"

Blaise gave him an incredulous look. "Drinking a fat person's blood probably isn't too healthy for us, so no one has bothered to turn them."

"Makes sense. This maybe off topic I suppose, but it has been bugging me. We already know our animagus forms, but we are having trouble transforming. Any recommendations?" Harry asked Sirius.

"Sure. Once you undergo the first change, it gets easier. The hardest part is self transfiguration without a wand. It's not exactly wandless magic, since you magic never leaves your core, but most people never learn to manipulate their magic like that. The first step is to locate your inner magic, if you can do that then it's cake from there. Most wizards go their whole life without feeling their own magic. They just wave their wand and say a few words without thinking about the magic itself."

Harry and Blaise both sat there with their eyes closed. "I feel my magic. I have been able to do it since I've turned, although I've never actually dug into myself looking for it."

"I feel it also." Blaise acknowledged.

"Really? That was quick. Well, the next step is transforming yourself. You have to visualize your animal. For the first few times you really have to concentrate on every detail about your animal, anatomy and appearance, and the like. I ended up researching my animal for months, and I hate research."

"Hmm." Harry hummed. He concentrated on being a wolf.

At the same time, Blaise was concentrating on being a bat.

Sirius was sitting at the edge of the couch, watching the two young vampires closely. Harry was starting to sweat. Sirius tried to ignore the red tint the sweat had on Harry's forehead. Vampire or not, Harry was still his godson. It takes an average of 5 years for one to learn how to become an animagus. Or if you are really determined, maybe 2 years if you are lucky.

Sirius started to feel the air thicken, almost like Harry's magic was becoming palpable. It was at this junction that Harry's body transformed into a large gray wolf, and Blaise became a large fruit bat.

The two of them put their new forms through their paces for a few minutes.

'I wonder if it is possible to transform into a different kind of bat?' Blaise asked Harry mentally.

'Worth a try. i only know of two kinds of bats, fruit bats and vampire bats. Same with wolves, gray and dire.' Harry responded. 'I'm sure there are other types though. I didn't think of a particular species when I transformed though.'

'Me either. I'm going to see if I can change though.'

After a few more minutes, they both changed simultaneously again, this time both into vampire bats. Irony at its finest.

'This bat is at least a quarter the size of the other bat, it is small.'

'No kidding. The other one had a wingspan of like 4 feet. It's under a foot now.'

'A lot less noticeable too.'

They both transformed back to normal.

"I see that you were successful. It took us years to do it, and here you two do it in 15 minutes."

"A lot of it was instinctual. All the knowledge was right in my head, I just needed the motivation."

"Interesting. Usually the instincts come after you complete the transformation, and not before. My guess is probably something to do with your… condition."

"You make it sound like I am sick." Harry gave a hollow laugh, and Blaise smiled. "With me and Moony both dark creatures now, that leaves you the odd man out. There are a few other options out there you know. You could become a lich, or infuse yourself with demon blood."

"Pass."

"Suit yourself."

The next day was the Potter Estate claiming at Gringotts.

Harry and Blaise took great precautions, as it was being held during the day. While somewhat safe inside a dark building during the day, being inside Gringotts at noon in a bright room is going to be extremely dangerous as a vampire. While they won't die, they will feel extremely weak and lightheaded.

While there are no potions that could make the light more tolerable, they applied very generous amounts of muggle sun lotion in the highest SPF they could get. They also wore thick, multilayered clothing. To top that off they wore obscuring and shadowing charms also on their face, and thick gloves on their hands. They didn't look evil or malicious, but rather like foreigners, which could suit their needs for the day anyways.

They made their way into the building and went up to one of the goblins. Harry once thought they were scary looking, but now he was indifferent. After all, goblins and vampires were equally disdainful in the eyes of wizards.

"We are here for the Potter Estate…"

"Ah yes, you and half of Britain. Through the doors at the back, Sharpflange will take you." The goblin stated clearly bored.

They followed Sharpflange through the doors, and the group ignored all of Dumbledore's attempts to inquire about who they were and all around trying to control the flow of the meeting. Needless to say it wasn't working as Dumbledore has no say or pull on Goblin turf, despite what he would like to think.

They made their way in, and only had to wait a scant few minutes before the meeting would begin, and goblins were very punctual.

The room was very large, and in the front there was a podium and a long table with goblins behind it. The goblins were going through papers as he watched. There were many occupants in the room, probably over 100 witches and wizards, and a dozen guard goblins watching. Harry saw Ron, Hermione, and all the other Weasleys there. Sirius and Lupin were on the other side of the room talking with other people that he didn't recognize. Scattered throughout were other people that Harry reckoned that were only there trying to gain some money, such as the Malfoy's and Parkinson's. You could almost smell the greed coming off some of the people. It is well known that the Potter's were well off, despite that Harry only learned that after he died, and people wanted to capitalize that by claiming any small connection that they could.

At precisely noon a very old goblin came into the room and took up the podium.

"Very well. You are all here to place your claim on the Ancient House of Potter. The procedure is simple." The goblin gave a fake yawn, while bearing his teeth. "As there are no direct heirs, we will do blood tests to determine the closest relation to determine who gains control. If there is no one with adequate claims, the estate will be split. Individual claims are to be made afterwards. Any magical alteration will render your test null, and you will forfeit your claim."

As the old goblin rattled on, 6 goblins stood up from behind the tables and they started to prepare the blood rituals.

"Form lines. No violence or you may find yourself missing a head."

Harry and Blaise waited in the back corner for everyone else to line up first.

As people started to have their blood tested using ritual knives and parchment, the old goblin was reading the results off to the whole room.

"Lucius Malfoy -13%..."

'What does 13% mean?' Harry asked Blaise.

'That's how closely related they are to you.' She explained.

'The Malfoy's are related to me?' he asked astonished.

'13% is probably 5th or 6th cousins. That is not as close as others I would imagine.' She explained.

"John Parkinson -12%" The goblin yelled out.

'It wouldn't surprise me if nearly all the families here were between 10 and 25 percent.' She continued.

"Remus Lupin- 1%"

'I guess Moony is barely related to me at all.'

'1% is odd. Usually most people will get 3 or 4% just because of the magic in their veins.'

"Sirius Black- 37%"

'Wow, I guess I am related to the Blacks.'

'I guess that would be about 3 generations, so I guess what he said about his grandfather is true.'

That was the highest number so far, but upon hearing Sirius's name, a lot of the wizards started to panic, and some unknowing ministry officials started to move, but the goblins were quick to put them in their place.

"This is your last warning. Next time heads will roll. Gringotts is neutral ground, take it outside if you petty humans wish to fight."

After about an hour it was the last person was up, which just happened to be Harry.

"Write your name on this parchment. Then allow some blood to flow into the bowl." The goblin instructed, clearly bored.

"Does it have to be my real name, or can I use an alias?"

"The name is only to distinguish you from everybody else, the magic is in the blood. It's your prerogative if you want to keep your name hidden."

"I'm surprised Sirius didn't keep his name hidden then."

"Well, wizards aren't known for being overly smart. You are the first one to ask about the names."

Harry wrote down Bob Potter. He then cut his finger and allowed blood to flow into the cup. One of the reasons why he went last was so he didn't have to see everyone else drawing their own blood.

The goblin took the paper and put it in the bowl of blood. He performed some magic on it and the paper glowed for a few seconds. The blood seemingly was absorbed by the paper.

The goblin took the paper out and gave it to the old goblin.

"Bob Potter- 86%"

The gathering hushed for a few seconds, before everyone started shouting.

"Silence! Bob Potter is the closest relation. As he is above 85% that entitles him to everything. As such, he will take up the family ring and all that comes with it, property, money, etc... As there is no one here with an equal claim, the estate will not be split up. Lord Potter, follow me."

Harry swiftly hooked Blaise's elbow and followed the Goblin. He was nearly waylaid by various people, including the Minister himself, and Dumbledore 3 or 4 times.

They entered into the Goblins office. The sign on the door said Account Manager- Potter Estate.

"Lord Potter, please sit. If you permit, I would like to do more tests to determine if there is anything else you should inherit. Your magical signature was not recognized by the bank so we don't have any existing information. Goblins are rarely wrong, but you are an enigma to us. The Potter line died with Harry Potter, and here you come around, with essentially enough Potter blood in your veins to be considered Harry's brother. If you can tell me your real identity, things will go a lot smoother."

"Gringotts will not betray any secrets, right?"

"Never." The goblin gave a wicked smile.

"Fine." Harry said simply. "Harry Potter is dead, but I am Harry Potter."

The Goblin's face turned into sneer. "Are you telling me… you are a time traveler?"

Harry's face broke into a smile when he lowered his hood. "No, but I am curious to how you jumped to that conclusion. I am a vampire."

"Ah." It dawned on the goblin. "And that's why your blood didn't come back 100%--- because you have, er, other people's blood in your veins."

Harry nodded. "I would imagine so. Essentially I am here to reclaim back my own estate. I assume there is nothing wrong with a vampire controlling it."

The goblin seemed deep in thought for a minute. "A case like this hasn't happened before as far as I am aware. I have nothing against it, business is business after all. Everything we do is tied to a person's magical signature or blood. Our detectors signaled that your signature disappeared, or in your case, changed, when you died. It is simple enough to configure the Potter Estate to your new signature."

"I gather that since I am reclaiming the estate, and not inheriting it, that I don't have to be of age to take on all the titles and requirements that come from being the head of the house?"

"A unique situation once again. Your argument and logic are valid and sound. For all intents and purposes you are a legal adult now, but I doubt that means much to you." The goblin looked down at piece of parchment. "Aside from the title or Lord Potter that you gain from being the head of an Ancient house…the Potter line also holds an Earldom. The land that the Earldom encompasses is largely unpopulated, so it is essentially a title with no responsibilities."

Blaise spoke up for the first time beside him after giving a small laugh. "An Earl is the equivalent of a Count…"

Harry gave a small chuckle himself. "Count Potter and Countess Zabini. So… ironic. I don't fancy being called Count for… at least 100 years."

"It's your choice. Not many people know of the Potter's Earldom so it would be no problem. Your father and grandfather never used the titles either. They actually didn't do too much as far as the old wizarding customs are concerned, if I may be blunt. Neither of them served on the Wizengamot, or the Hogwarts board of governors. In fact, with no Potter representative on the board, it was only 12 members so that meant there are often stalemates as there was no majority. You could take up the thirteenth spot."

"Well, my luck can't get any worse, so I might. I could be serving on it for a long time." Harry mused to himself.

"Here is the list of your total wealth and assets. Nearly all the properties are destroyed as far as I can tell."

"I'm going to be fixing up Ravenclaw Keep." Harry replied. He gave no indication that he had already seen the list of assets before the meeting.

"Interesting. I think I have something here relating to that property…" The goblin shuffled around the office for a few minutes, before giving up and calling another goblin in. After a brief conversation that Harry couldn't understand, the other goblin quickly hurried out of the room on a mission.

"Young Snarlchain is getting the file on the Ravenclaw property. We have a vault here filled with furnishings for the place. They've been sitting dormant in a vault for hundreds of years. I wonder why no Potter has every bothered to claim them, as this information has always been available."

"The place is largely destroyed, so maybe they didn't think it was worth the effort?"

The goblin laughed. "The Goblin clan can have that place fixed in less than a week if given the opportunity."

Harry was momentarily surprised. "At what cost?"

"A team of goblin workers hired out for a week would hardly put a dent in your vault. Less than 1%."

"Have it done. Can you ward the place also?"

"It shall be done."

"Excellent. I guess that concludes this meeting."

"One last thing, Lord Potter. You are entitled to change your financial manager if you wish."

"I would like you to be it then. I'm sure you will make me a lot of money in your life time."

"You honor me. May our gold always flow."

"May our gold always flow." Harry replied.

Harry and Blaise quickly extracted themselves from the room and apparated straight back to the keep, and rested until night time. When night came, they had to hunt twice to make up for the severely draining day. They would meet with Sirius again soon.

A/N Not my greatest chapter, but it solved some problems.

-Sirius now knows about Harry

-Potter Estate remains with Harry, plus he now collects all the benefits of being the head. Also secures Ravenclaw Keep as his.

-The Potter Earldom is meant of a joke more than anything else, you're lucky that I won't be actively referring to Harry as Count Potter, and I definitely won't be having him dress up in a super popped collared cloak.

-Action should be starting back up. Hogwarts is starting. Maybe something with Wormtail. Maybe a scene with Moony also. I don't really have too much planned out to be honest.