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Ladies and Gentlemen, Your One And Only Writer:
James Evans

Another Chapter While My Brain Is Expired? Uhh... forgot the word.

Anyway,

Enjoy.

He's Got A Heart... But It's Not His

He dreamt of a barren wasteland, with little grass and even fewer creatures. It seemd like the whole land itself had come under seige from a tremendous force of heat and power. There was the occasional pond as he drifted over the lands. When he noticed something differ in the lands he always reappeared, at what he thought was the central area of the wasteland.

The dreams never differed, never wavered in detail, always the same barren wasteland. He drifted in and out of consciousness for what seemed a lifetime, when suddenly it all changed. He seemed to be pulled out of his... stasis? By a net, of all things. Wait, where did that water come from? He was being pulled out of a lake!

As he was hoisted out of the lake finally he realised he wasn't alone. He also realised he wasn't wearing anything at all. A cloak was pulled up over him, and he quickly fastened it... as quick as his body would let him, as he felt extremely fatigued.

"Ha-Harry?"

He heard a womans voice. Turning himself over, he was engulfed in a sea of red. A red haired woman had entrapped him within her arms. When her face had raised from the cloak, his heart stopped.

"Mum?" He asked extremely wearily. Then, as a typical Hollywood reunion scene was about to commence, a low chuckle came from behind them.

"I'm so... sorry to break up this heart breaking reunion between a dead mother and son. But I'm afraid we have some business to attend to."

Harry looked over his mothers shoulders and saw a squat man, watch in hand, wellington boots on feet and gaze on him. This man seemed familiar, yet so foreign, Harry couldn't figure it out. Then he heard a groan from behind him. His heard turned around and then he saw... the... Vampire? Yes, he looked like a normal teenager, but there were obvious differences. He didn't have a pale complexion, but the scars, the garb and such.

"Darren, good to see your awake..." Mr.Tiny said from behind Harry, "Now for introductions, Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, Meet Darren Shan, Boy-Who-Became-The-Prince-Of-The-Vampires. Oh, and by the way..."

A/N

Another quick, short chapter, But I want to get Darrens POV Done before I do anymore of the story. You'll see where it's going soon enough, Yes I'm still having Steve, No he WONT ally with Voldemort. Thats too Cliché and Yes Voldemort WILL come into this. Think of this turning into a... No comment. Too much info! See ya soon,

James Evans.