This is PART 1 of chp 7. ENJOY! HP and CDF not mine! (That disclaimer was much needed.) :P
I spent all of potions not listening to Snape, but instead feeling horrible about the fact that I'd drank Ron's blood without permission. Just last night during dinner he'd complained about how much it itched… ugh, I was horrible.
At least I wouldn't have to drink anymore blood for a little while now…
I heaved myself upstairs after the night class, and into the Gryffindor common room.
"Hey Darren." Hermione said. "You look thirsty."
"Not really, I've had a long day so I'm gonna crash early. I'm more sleepy than thirsty."
"'Kay. Why don't you take this in case you get thirsty over night; you don't look to well. Besides," She motioned to the table where she, Ron, and Ginny were all sitting with soda. "We had some extra in the bottle, seeing as Harry had a headache and got to sleep early also."
"Thanks." I said in appreciation. When I reached my bed upstairs I took a few sips before slipping into long awaited sleep.
Since Harry had a migraine, we'd told him he could sleep and we'd fill him in on what we'd heard in Darren's mind later. Ron had detention with Snape, so unfortunately, he was going to miss it also. It was just Ginny and I who would be doing the mind-reading.
After I gave the potion to Darren, Ron quickly ran to the boy's dormitory to check if Darren had drunk any of it yet and if he was asleep.
Two minutes later Ron was back down and told us they were both yeses and we could give it a go.
Then he head out for Snape's office.
We had a premonition that the potion would at least work while Darren was asleep, when his mind remained un guarded. It wouldn't be as good, we wouldn't be able to read anything particularly helpful except for his dreams, but it was better than nothing.
It was just in time, after 4 minutes when Ginny and I drank our parts of the potion.
And we were taken into Darren's dreams…
It was weird. I could still see the burning fire of the common room in front of me, but it was in some insignificant part of my mind where I saw the dream's Darren was dreaming right now… where I was reading his mind.
And I'll say this; Darren is a complex person.
Kinda.
His dream was strange and mysterious, an image in my head, as were the thoughts he was thinking as he dreamed…
"Mr. Crepsley." Darren was saying in his dream. "Mr. Crepsley? Are you okay?"
I mildly wondered who Mr. Crespley was, maybe a neighbor or old teacher who previously died.
"Darren… the shadows dance in my eyes, and in them, I can see you at the school. On the train, talking to that blonde kid, getting sorted, drinking that orange-haired kid's blood."
"Why?" Darren asked. "Mr. Crepsley, you're acting kinda weird. How's Vancha?"
"Vancha is dead!" Mr. Crepsley snarled, slowly morphing into a huge, fluffy wolf.
"The name of the baby wolf from Vampire Mountain who's name I fogot~" Darren said. "Bring Crepsley back!"
"Okay!" the wolf growled friendly, now in a pink tutu.
So Darren's dream, with people morphing into wolves wearing tutus, didn't seem that significant.
But one thing bothered me.
Really, really, bothered me.
I decided to take a look into the thoughts dream-Darren was thinking while he experienced this dream.
I watched as Mr. Crepsley morphed into ~. He was wearing a tutu! But what was he saying before? Is he actually watching what I'm doing like pictures in the shadows in real life too? When I drank Ron's blood…
I left his thoughts and continued watching the dream, shock having come over me.
Dream Darren sighed and started petting the wolf, and talking to it.
"Who do you think is the Vampaneze Lord?"
"Steve." The wolf said.
"What? That's impossible. Well … he isn't that horrid. But he is evil."
"Well," replied the wolf, "Who do we know that's evil enough to team of with Voldy?"
"Steve." Dream Darren sighed.
"Exactly. And now you're going to his school for wizards, the stupid concept that is."
"I just wish Steve and Voldy would show up already and I could be done with this. Actually, first I need to have my next meeting with Mr. Crepsley and Vancha tomorrow, and then they should attack and I'll be done with this…"
The wolf stripped off its tutu and sprinted away as Darren's dream began to shift out of the horrible shadow full darkness of the forest…
"Sam! Sam!" Darren was saying in his next dream.
"It's okay," the guy named Sam said, "But we have to get out of this fire and into the piano room. My mom is there with George Bush."
"Huh?"
"They want to speak to us."
Dream Darren sighed and followed Sam. They were walking when a strange hairy arm reached out of nowhere in the dream and scratched Sam's head off. Darren sighed, a sad look on his face, and knocked the door to this mountain that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
The door was opened by an old wrinkly guy who said, "Hey, Darren! We have raw meat blood cooked just right for dinner today. C' mon."
"Thanks Paris." Darren said. "I miss you and Vampire Mountain a lot."
The dream shifted.
"Steve you son of a bitch! Don't do that! No…no…"
"Darren, all this time I know it and you know it that I am the vampaneze Lord. Don't try to convince yourself otherwise. You know so deep down inside."
Darren snorted. "Listen you fucking idiot, I'm at this school all the way in England, Vancha and Crepsley are in this dark forest, and I totally don't wanna deal with this today!"
Mr. Creplsey was the guy who changed into the wolf… and he was in the Dark Forest with that guy named Vancha. And this guy named Steve who Darren didn't like joined up with Voldemort and was gonna attack…?
I was preventing my mind from nearing the other, horrible fact that made me sick in the stomach.
The dream changed, yet again…
Darren was in a tiny, confined space, a square room with gray walls and flooring. Fire consumed him, pressing against his skin, burning him, invading his mind and body. Unbearable pain… floating around in nothingness… the world is non-existing, it doesn't even hurt. Shock covers the icy reality. It never seeps in, but Darren is a numb shell…
Determination was clear in Darren's mind, all the same.
Then, a wonderful smell came, and lust was stronger than ever.
Darren was now out of the fire, but he moaned pitifully in despair as he knelt down on the hard grassy floor, lust spreading through, him, dinking the blood of the boy from before whose name was Sam.
His mind was guilty, but at the same time proud. Suddenly Mr. Crepsley was standing behind dream Darren.
"You've done well. You will live now."
Darren nodded.
The dream changed yet again, and the two were in the midst of a battle in what seemed like a dark, musty tunnel.
These purple people were killing regular people, who seemed to be on Darren's side, like mad. Darren drew a weapon, and, without much thought, killed one of the purple people.
Darren's dream ended then, and instead everything was dark as he slept. Slowly a light began to show and grow bigger, but Darren's thoughts were empty and almost nonexistent in his now peaceful slumber. All the same, his thoughts that still remained were dark, and four words kept on running through Darren's head: Lord of the Shadows.
It was then that the potion ran out of time and Ginny and I were snapped back to reality. We breathed hard.
I had a lot to think about now… but there was one thing that was of upmost importance. I hadn't quite taken the fact in yet of what I'd heard in the dream, and was still kinda fuzzy over my true feelings for Ron. All I knew is that I cared about him, and something bad was happening. Something so bad and I was so in shock and denial, I almost didn't believe it yet.
Still, at practically the same time, Ginny and I both said, "Darren drank Ron's blood."
That itself was disturbing and made me gag, but it lead me onto another train of thought.
Darren is a vampire.
Okay, it was kinda obvious sue to the dream when he was drinking the kid Sam's blood, but I was still proud and supportive of making the potion and learning that fact.
"I know." I nodded to Ginny. I began to wonder if Darren would keep on sucking people's blood throughout Hogwarts and just sucked them dry, and I knew that we had to do something. Fast.
A few things I was absolutely positive;
First, Darren was a vampire
Second- there was a part of him- and I didn't know how potent that part might be- that thirsted for Ron's blood.
Third, I unconditionally and irrevocably disliked him.
Those were the main things that ran through my mind, but I also knew that;
He had companions named Crepsley and Vancha who were in the Dark Forest.
Darren seemed to be here on some sort of mission.
He knew some guy named Steve who he seemed to dislike.
Steve had teamed up with Voldemort and they were going to attack.
And that's why Darren was at Hogwarts.
One question remained:
Whose side was Darren on?
"Ginny," I said, "I believe we should talk to Darren."
Ginny looked up at me, and I saw that she was crying.
"Don't worry." I comforted. "We'll only tell Harry on Ron You-Know-Who's plans, we won't tell them everything else and freak them out unless it's really necessary. I also plan to confront Darren, and if that fails we'll go to Dumbledore."
Ginny just looked at me and blinked, so I decided to let her be on her own and made my way up to the boy's dormitory.
Harry was there, fast asleep with his face pulled into a grimace. Darren was there too of course, and he seemed to be sleeping just like a baby. I stood there for a while and watched his peaceful face, wondering how he could have been having such gruesome dreams before.
With a nervous sigh, I cautiously shook him awake.
"Wha? Huh?" Darren mumbled as he pulled himself up into a sitting position, seeming covered in sleep. He turned to me and grumbled. "Hey? Why'd you wake me up?"
"Darren?" I whispered. "I have a question."
"Well, shoot." He grumbled. "I'm already awake so you might as well."
"I actually have a few questions, so first I wanna make sure Harry is asleep."
'He's asleep," Darren said, "He's breathing slowly and evenly. So shoot."
"Well…" I began, before suddenly blurting, "I know you're a vampire!"
He stared at me for a long time, and I instantly regretted jumping into this with him so quickly. I should have researched about vampires first, and done more planning.
"I don't want you drinking people's blood. You can live without it." I mumbled. "And you know how Harry is destined to defeat Voldemort. You should really tell him the plans also."
Better Darren, the vampire, agree to telling Harry them than I do it without asking Darren, right?
Finally Darren sighed and shrugged. "Something like this was bound to happen to me."
Okay, so that was PART 1 of chapter 7. Chapter 7 will have 2 parts. Remember this takes place in CDF book 9 (I don't remember if Darren knows about the Lord of the Shadows yet in this book but if not let's just say he does.) and HP book 6. Okay, so I realized that in some points in the story I have said Snape was the DADA teach, and at some points I've said he was the potions teach. (This was due to me forgetting he becomes the DADA teach in book 6 at some points of writing.) But from now on Snape is the DADA teacher in this story! NOT Potions, DADA! Okay!? Anyway I hope the mind reading satisfied you. I might make Harry and Ron read his mind later in the fic when they think Ginny and Hermione aren't telling the full story, so tell me what you would want them to hear if so! Review for faster updates! Future updates will contain conversations between Darren and Hermione, Darren's POV, Darren explaining to Hermione, Hermione and Ginny going to Dumbledore, Harry walking in on Darren with Dumbledore, a lesson (by Snape) about vamps where Darren get's pissed, a special Draco Malfoy scene, Harry (Thinks) he's seeing Darren drink Dean's blood and getting suspicious, and MORE awesome stuff! Review for more awesomeness! ~fRANkiEGirL61
