Do I really need to say this again? J K Rowling IS Harry Potter. If you recognise anything that seems remotely familiar from any movie, TV show, book or whatever else, it's probably because it is from them. If you want my 'full' warning, you can check out either 'Dormant Power' or 'Beginning of the End'.

So, I've written a prequel, on with the sequel! Remember, I only wrote this because several reviewers requested me to (gosh, am I nice or what, lol!). Again, only some names are mine (as is the storyline I guess), everything else is not!

(whistles innocently) interesting…I expected hate-mail for leaving the last chapter there, lol! I'm pretty sure you all figured out what was going on at Pyren though…but what about young Mr Potter?

And this chapter is dedicated to Song who simply loves section breaks! Ooooh, I can even feel her glare from here, lmao!

Oh, you might also be wondering how long this fic will end up being...and I would have absolutely no idea. At this stage, I would guess that the number of chapters will be between 40 and 50, and word-wise I suppose roughly the same as Prisoner of Azkaban.

Chapter 14 – Anything You Can Do…

Harry arrived in the middle of the empty living room of Dudley's house, completely oblivious of the events taking place in the south of France. He could hear a female voice coming from what must have been the kitchen if the smell of a roast dinner told him anything. A quick glance at the clock on the wall told Harry it was half past four in the afternoon, so Harry guessed that Vanessa was in the early stages of getting dinner prepared.

He took the opportunity to look around the room, noticing that, unlike Privet Drive, there were wizarding photos proudly showing off Brendan with his Hogwarts letter, as well as several of him in his robes. Harry was admiring a photo of what must have been the whole family when a scream snapped him back to reality. Acting on reflex, his wand was out and trained on the person in a flash.

A woman with longish brown hair and hazel eyes was staring at Harry with her mouth open. Her scream had brought the attention of someone upstairs, and Harry heard the unmistakable voice of his cousin.

"Vanessa dear, what happ…" Dudley's voice stopped abruptly as he spotted Harry, though he didn't recognise him.

"What do you think you're doing in our house?'!" he bellowed.

As Harry turned to face him, Dudley's eyes widened and he allowed himself to smile. "You could have let us know you were going to stop in, Harry."

Harry pocketed his wand and smiled back. "I didn't get the time to," he then noticed Vanessa was still gawking at him in astonishment. "Oh, sorry. I'm Harry Potter, your husband's cousin."

She only nodded in response, before scampering back into the kitchen.

Harry then turned to Dudley with a sly grin on his face. "You think I scared her?" he casually asked, causing his cousin to chuckle quietly in reply.

Several shouts of "Expecto Patronum" were heard and silver streaks of light soon morphed into various animals before charging towards the flock of Dementors. Remus had been surprised that everyone in the group had been able to cast a fully fledged Patronus, but figured it was because the Dementors weren't close enough to affect them yet. He was relieved to see that his group hadn't been the only one to react to the surprise attack, but was quickly brought out of these thoughts when he reminded himself that he should be concentrating on the task at hand.

The only other time Remus could remember so many Dementors in the one place was when Harry had shown him in his pensieve what had happened the night Sirius had escaped on Buckbeak. The reason that only one Patronus had been able to drive them off back then had been because the Dementors had been congregated in the one place; surrounding Harry and Sirius. In Pyren however, this wasn't the case as Dementors continued to stream through the streets, far outnumbering the witches and wizards that had stayed to fight, forcing them back.

Remus, with all his senses on full alert, spotted a small girl. She couldn't have been any more than seven years old, and she was shaking a fallen figure next to her, oblivious to the Dementor that was gliding towards her. Without any hesitation, Remus vanished with a crack, only to appear in the Dementor's path a second later.

Being as close as he was to the foul beast, he could hear his own voice in his mind, pleading for the pain of his transformation to stop. He could hear his brothers screams the night they were attacked and Remus was bitten. And lastly, he could still hear Bellatrix's laughter echoing throughout his head as Sirius fell beyond the veil.

Remus tightened his grip on his wand as he concentrated on his wedding day, remembering how perfect it was. He then lifted his head and stared at the Dementor, who was now only ten feet away and closing and he smiled.

Remus then raised his wand and bellowed "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

The silver wolf burst from the tip, and chased the Dementor from where they were. After it had gone he turned to the girl who was staring at him with wide eyes and her mouth open in shock.

"Tout va bien?" (Are you alright?) he gently asked.

The girl meekly nodded before whispering "Qu'est-ce...Qu'était cette...cette chose?" (What…what was that…that thing?)

"Un détraqueur," Remus replied. "Pourquoi est-ce que tu n'es pas partie avec tes parents plus tôt?" (A Dementor. Why didn't you leave earlier with your parents?)

The girl turned away from him, and Remus wondered if maybe the girl didn't have any parents, in which case he had been rather rude to her. It was only when the girl faced him again, that Remus noticed tears streaming down her face and she told him what had happened. That her father, who was the slumped person she had been shaking earlier, had told her to run into a nearby shop, which she did. The girl, who gave her name as Émilie, then told Remus how she watched through a window as her father tried to produce a Patronus, but only succeeded in getting kissed.

The Dementor then left, while she ran outside to try to wake her father. To her credit, she listened in silence as Remus explained what the Dementor had done. He was taken aback when the girl started crying and he did his best to comfort her, before telling Émilie that she would be safer to stay in the shop until the fight was finished, which she reluctantly did, but not before giving Remus a hug, causing him to blush slightly. Remus watched as she went back into the shop, before heading back to help the others. Therefore no one saw the black cloaked figure glide into the shop or heard Émilie's screams as the Dementor lifted her to its face.

Dudley was talking to Harry, telling him how excited Brendan had been when he received his letter, when Harry suddenly stood up.

"Harry, what's…"

"Shh," he cut in, before switching all the lights off. Harry then made his way over to the window and peered outside. He could feel a dark presence that had just appeared, one that he didn't recognise.

"Vampires?" Dudley quietly asked, making his way behind Harry.

"I'm not sure, but I'll soon find out."

He then withdrew his wand and edged his way towards the door, before Dudley grabbed his arm and twisted him around.

"What are you doing?'!" he hissed at Harry who gave him a mischievous grin in return.

"What I do best," he replied as he slipped outside and into the night.

"Ils sont beaucoup trop nombreux!" (There's too many of them!)

Everyone murmured their agreement as the Dementors kept coming at them. Several had already fallen victim to their worst memories, while the others could only watch in horror as they had been kissed.

The groups had merged into one and had retreated from Pyren, leaving Remus to wonder the true extent of the damage in the village, but the Dementors were forcing them back towards the school. Their continual usage of the Patronus charm was taking its toll on the casters from the amount of energy required to cast it. Indeed, there were now only six people between Beauxbatons and the Dementors, and, of the six, only Remus appeared to be relatively fresh, though he too was tiring.

'There has to be a way to stop this. I wish Harry was here, he'd be able to use the Reducio charm to…wait a minute, that's it! I was with him and Filius when we created it.' Remus looked over as another witch fell from exhaustion and decided that it was now or never. He closed his eyes and focussed on his hatred of himself for missing out on Tobius' life. He then concentrated on what the war with Voldemort had cost him; his four best friends.

Remus wasn't aware that the remaining fighters had stopped casting and were looking at him in amazement because of the white glow now enveloping his body. The Dementors, not being able to see the glow, but noticing a distinct change in Remus' emotions, had also stopped, wondering what was about to happen. The colour of the glow changed to light yellow as Remus' hatred grew, letting out a low growl in the process.

His eyes then snapped open as he raised his wand one last time, giving the Dementors a smirk.

'I hope this works,' he thought before crying out "EXPECTO REDUCIUM!"

Remus then felt his smile grow wider as a burst of crimson light shot from his wand, which soon took the form of his wolf which tore towards the pack of Dementors. Remus was the only one who knew what the charm did, but even he watched in amazement as his wolf mowed down Dementor after Dementor, their eerie howls echoing through the air before the rest of the Dementors decided to retreat.

Remus then started on reviving those who had passed out, unaware of the awed looks the rest were giving him.

Harry watched as the person made its way into the closest house. He soon heard a scream, before the door shot open and a young woman came running outside, chased rapidly by the man.

"Oh no, you aren't getting away from me this time!" he threatened, and Harry saw the man's incisors lengthen indicating that he was indeed a vampire.

"Let her go," Harry demanded, but not before the vampire had grabbed the woman around her throat, holding her hostage.

"Well, well, well. What have we here? Someone trying to make a name for themselves, perhaps?"

Harry elected to not say anything, intent on glaring at the figure standing before him.

"Not very talkative I see. Tell me, what's a muggle doing out at this time of night?"

"I can assure you, I'm no muggle," he answered, drawing his wand in his left hand.

"Ah, a foolish wizard, even better," the vampire replied, releasing his 'catch' and drawing his own wand.

"Whoever said that I was a wizard?"

"For starters, you have a wand…unless you're suggesting you are a squib, in which case I should be easily able to crush you."

Harry allowed himself to smile, thinking how many times he'd heard people say that to him in the past. He noticed that the woman was slowly retreating back to her house, watching the scene in front of her in shock.

"I do believe you'll find me a quite worthy opponent. Majoro Statisio!" Harry shouted, raising his right hand.

"Protego!" he replied, only to find that Harry's spell tore straight through his shield, stopping him dead in his tracks.

Harry then turned to the woman, who was staring at him. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

'Hmm, that sounds familiar,' Harry thought before he spoke again. "Did you understand anything he was saying?"

She nodded. "I know that he's a vampire, and you both are wizards."

"Good, then I won't need to memory charm you. Excuse me for a moment."

Harry then calmly walked up to his enemy, before casually scratching his nose with his wand.

"I'm going to let you in on a little secret. You're going to find out anyway, so why not find out from me," he then whispered into the ear of his foe, "Tell your master that Harry Potter has returned."

Harry then watched the eyes of the vampire widen even more before stepping back and pointing his wand at his chest.

"You're going to leave this place as soon as that spell wears off. If you don't, I won't hesitate to use this."

A few minutes passed before the vampire was able to move. When he could, he quickly apparated away, leaving Harry free to talk to the woman. She was standing on the porch of her house, and appeared to be in her mid to late twenties. From the light, it looked as though she had amber eyes, and long black hair, with a tinge of red (though Harry thought this might have been just from the porch light) that stretched to just below her waist.

The woman caught him staring at her and scowled. "Don't get any ideas."

"Did he hurt you?" he asked, ignoring her last remark.

"Not this time," she admitted.

"He's done this before?"

"Yeah, he has," she nonchalantly replied.

"Perhaps you should come with me then. Are you a witch?"

The woman shook her head and replied, "Muggle actually. But my Uncle was a squib, that's how I know about your world."

"Then you won't be able to come to Hogwarts since you won't be able to see it."

"Oh, I can see it, thanks to him."

"How? You said you were a muggle," Harry asked. He knew from Hermione that muggles just saw an old dilapidated building instead of the majestic castle.

"He turned me."

"Turned…you? I don't understand."

She rolled her eyes, frustrated by Harry's lack of understanding. "Meaning I'm a vampire now," she said, slowly increasing the length of her incisors before adding, "And since you saved my life, I am bound to you forever."

Harry's mouth fell open in shock.

"It is the way of vampires. The females are bound to the one who frees them," she explained, noticing that Harry was still stunned.

"My name's Bianca, what's yours?" she inquired.

To Harry's credit, he managed to croak out, "H…Harry, Harry Potter."

It was Bianca's turn to be shocked, but, unlike Harry, she chose to faint instead. Harry sighed and revived Bianca, who blinked open her eyes, before narrowing them when she saw Harry watching her in amusement.

"Don't get any ideas, Potter, I'm a vampire," she warned.

"Yeah, you said that earlier. Well, I've never had someone bound to me before either, so I guess we're even," he replied.

"I could've handled him myself, you know," she answered after a short silence.

"I'm sure you could, but you should know that I have a hero complex," he said with a small smile.

She glared at him before asking, "So what happens now?"

Harry shook his head. "No idea. I guess I should go back to Hogwarts though."

"If you want, you can stay the night."

Harry smirked. "I thought you said you were..."

"I am," Bianca cut in, glaring at him again, "Which means that you'll regret it if you try anything," she threatened.

Harry chuckled. "All right then, I'll stay the night if you come back to Hogwarts tomorrow with me."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "That's nearly blackmail, but since we're bound, it would seem I have little choice in the matter."

As Bianca made her way back inside, she turned and faced Harry. "Well? Are you coming inside or do you need an engraved invitation?"