AN: Shorter than I wanted, but I decided to have the Ministry and wand part in the same chapter. Oh, and the Molly part is needed. This story was decided and Romania planned before Romania was actually official, if anyone's wandering why he's different.


Chapter Nine - A Drop of Blood

"Are you sure this will work?" Russia said looking at the swirling potion suspiciously. Prussia rolled his eyes.

"Have some faith." Prussia told him smirking. "Besides Romania and I triple checked it. It'll work as soon as we put our blood in."

Russia didn't look convinced and eyed it still wary, but Romania didn't have the same issues after watching the potion shimmer the past month since his trip to England. Romania grabbed the knife Prussia had laid and with a practiced ease slight the tip of his left index finger and allowed the blood to fall in, causing the potion to turn a dark deep burgundy. He careful spoke the ritual words clearly wanting to get this over with.

"I, Dragomir Mondragon, România (Romania), Son of Crina, Dacia, who has now fallen, First Vampyre and now Witness to the blood bonding of the child Harry James Potter to his new bloodline." When he spoke Prussia stared. Vampire? What the hell? But then he looked at him and Prussia jumped into gear.

"I, Gilbert Beilschmidt, Königreich Preußen (Kingdom of Prussia), Grandson of Dedrich, Germania, who has now fallen, and now witness to the blood bonding of the child Harry James Potter to his new bloodline." Prussia said and slit his own finger as Romania passed him the blade. As soon as it cut through Romania's eyes dilated to slits and to Prussia's shock and horror fangs popped out.

"What the fuck?" Prussia demanded, Russia nearby stiffened and gaped at Romania too. The Romanian didn't look troubled, but he did give Prussia's hand a longing look.

"I'm a vampire, the first actually. And we should probably get this over with, because the longer I'm in here with split blood the more likely I am to eat one of you." he said a matter of factly and bent foreword to lick the blood off his own already spilled fingers. Noting they weren't moving he spoke again. "I'm serious Prussia's blood is really turning me on and I haven't had a good meal since England."

"You fed on Petunia Dursley?" Prussia blurted out suddenly horrified, not by the blood drinking, but from the fact that anyone would willingly eat her. It was bad enough he slept with her. But that was just gross. Romania smiled.

"Of course, but I used compulsion to make sure she didn't remember it. If I couldn't do that everyone would know what I am, as it stands only you two, my sister, and that Beast currently now. Well and all my children of course, but vampyres certainly aren't going to be spreading around the sire of their race's identity." Romania said looking so calm despite the fact two inch canines were sticking out.

Prussia was freaked. Definitely freaked. But they really did need to finish this. They could talk about Romania's undeadness afterward. Then suddenly Prussia was distracted by wondering rather or not Romania would burn up in sunlight, he couldn't actually ever seeing the country in direct light. That should have been a clue, well that and the fact he had Transylvania and therefore Vlad Dracula in him.

"Well at least Lizzie calling you a soulless creature of the night makes sense now." Was all Prussia said before passing the knife to Russia who was watching Romania with both a wary and suddenly calculating look.

"I, Ivan Braginski, Российская Советская Федеративная Социалистическая Республика (Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic), Son of Aloyna, Kievan Rus, now fallen, hereby accept the child Harry James Potter into my bloodline as my blooded and only son by mixing my blood with that of his and his families." Russia said and cut himself.

Then his blood hit the potion.

Prussia was thrown across the room. For a moment he was stunned ears ringing, but then a wave of pure Wild Magic hit him and he gasped. There was blood, warmth, life, death and love. Prussia closed his eyes allowing the power to wash over him along with the memories it pulled up.

Canada was in his arms warm and smiling. Prussia loved him.

Holy Rome slept in his lap quiet for once muttering something about Italy. Prussia mussed his hair affectionately.

Germany stood in front of the memory trying his best to work his tie into place, but too harried by getting to a meeting on time to accomplish it. Prussia smirked and stepped foreword to help.

Prussia knew he was safe in those big arms and he swore he'd be as big him someday. Germania gave his grandson a rare, proud smile.

He only saw her once, only felt her arms holding him once, as she cried her human body exhausted from giving birth to a nation. Nearby his half-nation father watched smiling widely, and then in walked in Germania, his grandfather, who carefully took him from his mother. "I love you!" his mother called. "I'll always love you my little soldier!"

"Mein Gott (My God)." Prussia breathed, shakily pushing himself up. Across the room he saw an expression of shock and awe on Romania's face as he gingerly pulled himself to his feet. The vampire fangs were out and he was starring at the potion with more interest than Prussia had ever seen him show anything, even a new book.

"Wild Magic." There was reverence bordering on religious in the vampire's voice. "It all makes since. Love has touched the boy, but who preformed it? It must have required a blood sacrifice, his mother no doubt. Ah, it must have been her. She couldn't have just been a dabbler either she had to have become a High Priestess. And so young too."

Romania was off rambling to himself, a smile growing wider and wider as he did, and his eyes growing more and more intense. Prussia didn't understand all of what the Romanian said, he'd been out of touch for a long time and hadn't dabbled far into Wild Magic, but he understood enough. Love forced into the physical world through a blood sacrifice of equivalent payment. A human life.

"Mein Gott (My God)." Prussia repeated and saw Russia was finally catching his bearings and looking furious. "Blood wards. The ultimate protection." Prussia quickly tried to figure how they activated. "We adopted him, making Russia his blood. We activated the wards. No one can touch Harry now."

"Wrong." Romania corrected making Prussia realize he'd spoken aloud, but then continued with a wild half crazed look gleaming in his now red tinged eyes. "A normal blood ward would be ultimate protection, with my vampire blood and the fact the three of us are countries mixed in, we didn't only give him defense, but offense. The child's a Mage now. There hasn't been one since Merlin."

Russia paused what was clearly about to be a very violent rampage and smiled. "It seems we'll need to start training the little one early won't we."

It was a warm day in Diagon Alley, not unusual for July. Too warm, Molly Weasley decided trying her best to fight off the headache that was coming. Not even passed Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlor and the twins had already set of a dung bomb and got themselves banned from yet another store. Molly was starting to wonder if she'd even be able to get their supplies when they started Hogwarts. By then they might have her banned from every store. At least they hadn't ruined Ollivander's yet, but Molly wasn't sure how long that would last. The six year old red heads were looking extra jumpy.

Molly pushed the door to Ollivander's open with her one free hand, Ginny being held in the other. She had the wariness of a soldier stepping into a war zone. Beside her Charlie looked ready to burst out of his skin with excitement. Molly didn't blame him. They'd been lucky that Arthur had gotten a raise, which allowed them to pay her son a new wand. Molly knew Bill wished he could have had one when he went, but Cousin Hadrian's wand worked for him startlingly well. She was rather proud of how good natured and supportive of his brother Bill was being.

The bell on the door rang through the silent shop announcing their entrance. The shop hadn't changed since Molly had gotten her own wand. Dusty, old, and with a vaguely creepy feeling to it. Her children all looked around curiously, clearly mesmerized by the shop they'd heard about from Molly and, Molly realized with a pang, no doubt wondering if they'd one day be able to get a wand from it. Percy especially looked around with interest. The eight year old peered at the stacks of wand boxes with blatant wonder that Molly rarely saw on her serious son's face. Molly felt a wave of fondness well in her. Percy had been acting more and more like a little adult recently and she missed her little boy and his childishness.

"Molly Weasley, it's been twenty-three years since I last saw you in this shop." a soft voice said causing Percy to scream and jump away from the stack that Mr. Ollivander suddenly appeared from behind. The others were startled, but none so much as Percy. Behind her the wins laughed, causing their brother to blush a red that rivaled his hair.

"I suppose it has." Molly said a little nervously as she gave the twins a sharp look that silenced them. Then she looked back at the small old man. She'd always felt he was just like the shop he owned; old, dusty, and creepy.

"My son is here for his wand." Molly said as an awkward silence stretched out. Mr. Ollivander looked at her thoughtful gaze darting to Bill and then Charlie.

"Not the oldest." he commented and singled out Charlie. "Please, stick out you dominant hand."

Charlie, looking wide eyed nodded, stepping forward and offering his right hand. Mr. Ollivander calmly began measuring charlie all over, quietly explaining the basics of wands and how each one was unique. The man turned suddenly, leaving the measuring tape to measure charlie on its own and flitted around the room in search of a box. When the man found it he quickly grabbed the tap measure, which was now measuring the width of Charlie's left nostril, and stuck it in his hand.

"Cherry, thirteen inches, the hair of a particularly fine unicorn." Mr. Ollivander explained handing the wand to the excited eleven year old with a flourish.

Charlie gave it and eager swish and made the vase of tulips in the window, the only sign of life in the shop, explode. Quickly casting a shielding charm around her and her children, Molly realized this may just take awhile. As the sheepish boy gently placed the wand back in the box Molly took one of the spindly chairs, preparing herself for what could quite possibly be a long wait.

Three more explosions, two incidents of creating miniature whirlwinds, one time throwing Mr. Ollivander across the room and demolishing a large stack of wands, one turning Fred and George's hair pink and purple respectively, four time of lighting Percy on fire, and one turning Bill into a hare later Molly was starting to wonder if getting Charlie a wand was actually worth it. Beside her a slightly singed Percy ducked down gripping a glass of water tightly a wild look in his normally calm eyes. Ginny and Ron, who'd been giggling at the display of magic watched eagerly. The twins argued over which one of them had the better hair color. Bill, meanwhile nibbled on a carrot looking around the room nervously, still twitchy from his brief time as and animal.

Molly braced herself as a now obviously excited Mr. Ollivander handed Charlie a new wand. Before Charlie, looking both ashamed and determined, could do anything the bell rang again and the strangest couple Molly had ever seen walked in.

The first thing she realized after she got passed the initial shock of their coloring was they were both very attractive and then she noted the man had a little girl on his shoulders. The woman was sharp and lovely, very slender with long silvery white hair and bright pinkish-red eyes. She had an arrogant confidence and smirk that instantly put Molly in mind of Narcissa Malfoy. She was dressed as well as Narcissa too, in a dramatic black dress, heeled black boots with silver fastening, and sleeveless jacket that was the very modern and slightly Muggle influenced clothing that was becoming popular.

The man was just as handsome as the woman, with dark purple eyes and short, soft looking beige colored hair, his handsome face glowing as he smiled up at the little girl, no doubt his daughter. He was huge, one of the tallest man Molly had ever seen. The only one bigger was Hagrid, but Molly had the oddest sense that the large man could take the half giant in a fight. He was also dressed in black, with a military influenced jacket with silver lining, black pants, black gloves, and, oddly, a pinkish scarf. Molly wondered how they weren't burning up in such clothing.

The little girl was a different matter entirely, very cute with big almond shaped violet eyes like her father and long messy silvery white hair, sticking out everywhere in an adorable fashion hat made Molly suppress an "ah". Unlike her parents, she was dressed for the weather in a white sundress, with green floral print, and small tan flip flops with little green flowers. The little girl spotted Molly first and smiled shyly, before burying her face in her father's hair. This caught her parents attention.

Before anyone could speak there was a loud BANG and a shard of the broken vase went for the man's face. Charlie shrieked as Molly jumped to her feet ready to cast a shield. Before she had the chance to do anything more than remember the name of the spell though the man grabbed the shard in air and crushed it.

There was a stunned silence.

Then the shock passed.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! Oh, Merlin I'm a useless wizard! I'm sorry! Really, really sorry! You didn't cut your hand did you?" A guilty, horrified Charlie looked ready to burst into tears. The man turned to look at the boy calmly and Molly tensed.

"Нет (No), I am fine boy." the man said with a smile that should have been reassuring, but made Molly shiver. The stranger had a heavy accent Molly didn't recognize, but decided sounded Eastern European.

"Mr. Braginski, correct?" Mr. Ollivander asked catching everyone's attention. The man nodded and Mr. Ollivander's eyes suddenly showed an interest Molly had never seen before. "You may wait in my office while I finish with Mrs. Weasley and her children here. It's behind the counter and at the end of the hall on the left."

The man nodded and without another word began walking. The woman though gaze Molly a strange examining look and then did something that surprised her. She smiled, but unlike the one she wore when she'd walked in it was almost nice, triumphant even.

"You're Arthur Weasley's wife aren't you?" the woman asked making Molly jump.

"Yes. How do you know my husband?" Molly demanded, startled and wary. The woman's pinkish-red eyes glimmered, turning dark red and her smile turned into a smirk.

"I don't." And without another word she followed the man leaving Molly gaping.