Yeah, sorry about the rush in the last chapter but my laptop battery was dying. Anyway i hope you all enjoyed that chapter. sadly this chapter is not as long (no idea why. It just turned out like half the last chapter for some reason). And yeah, i kind of ripped off my other stoyr known as Once Upon a Dream. as much as I really want to work on that this must be finished first. It's nagging at me to be done with.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Darren Shan. just the plotline and the arguements and darren's new powers.

Third Person

Steve blinked at the two men sitting across from him. They both wore identical black robes with hoods that hid their faces and masks like that of a skull.

"So let me get this straight. You have heard from my father, whom I have never known, that my friend Darren has risen from the grave and is trying to destroy the world. And the only way that he can be put to rest again is by helping your master Lord Voldemort who will spare me when he takes over the world? Doesn't that seem a little… I don't know, dark to you? Why should I help you?" he asked. There was something nagging at the back of his mind, a feeling that there was more to this than met the eye. He hoped it had nothing to do with his black outs.

"Mr Leopard, we assure you that no one you know will get hurt. We have it on good intelligence that you are an able fighter and are capable of leading those who are willing to help us," the one on the left said. He voice was smooth and slick and it didn't take a stretch of the imagination that he was used to telling lies and getting away with it. Steve thought for a moment.

"You swear on your lives that my friends and family won't be hurt? You swear that they will be safe?" he said.

"We swear," the man said. Steve let a small wicked half smile fall on his face, the one that freaked a lot of people out, that made them think holy shit he's mad.

"Then I will hold you to that. And if I find out that you have broken your promise or that you have been lying to me I will to hesitate to kill you." Steve felt a tinge of amusement when they both shifted uncomfortably, as if realising for the first time that he wasn't joking, that if this didn't work out well or one of their friends hurt the people he cared about, then they really would be dead.

Harry's POV

I wanted everyone to stop staring at me. Even in the classrooms, people managed to find a way to stare at me like I was some kind of animal. Not for the first did I wish that I was not the chosen one. Malfoy had started to ask me how I had found an old man to make me sound like I was telling the truth. Strangely Umbridge seemed to have gone missing though. Something about her disappearing in the middle of the night and never being seen again and I found myself glad that she was gone. I didn't need her telling me that I was a liar as well as the rest of the school.

The only person who didn't stare at me like an animal was Darren, Ron, Hermione and Neville. Hermione, Ron and Neville were their usual supportive selves and Neville even plucked up the courage to say that anyone who thought I had staged the scene on the Quidditch match was either mad or a liar. Darren on the other hand was a bit different. Sometimes he was supportive and at other times he would go out of his way to avoid me.

At first I had thought that it was a side effect of needing blood but I had been informed by professor Evanna that he had been drinking human blood regularly. It took me a moment to realise that she had started to be wary of me as well but for another reason. She didn't stare at me like I was an animal but she seemed distant as if she were sorry of something. At first I wondered why. Then I just shook it off. She was a teacher after all and she probably thought that it was for the best.

It wasn't until Halloween that I was able to speak to Darren properly. He seemed strangely tense, as if waiting for something to happen. I found him lurking in one of the corridors leading down to the dungeon.

"You know if I didn't know better I would say that you were a secret Slytherin," I said jokingly. Darren jumped as if he hadn't realised that I was there and then gave me a tentative smile.

"Nah, I just like the dark being a vampire and all. Not too keen on coffins though," he said. I frowned. I could have sworn that Evanna had said that vampires sleep in coffins and that that was the truth.

"I thought vampires slept in coffins?" I asked. Darren laughed.

"My people love coffins. They do normally sleep in coffins in fact they prefer to sleep in coffins. Probably an inside joke in Abraham Stoker but yeah. I don't like coffins. Being buried alive in one tends to put you off them for life." I didn't question when he got buried live in one. There were some things that you didn't ask about.

"What about when you die?" I asked. Darren shrugged.

"I'll be stripped of my internal organs and then cremated or thrown down a river."

"Sounds painful."

"I'll be dead when it happens."

"Right." There was a long stretch of silence and I could feel the tension around Darren. The shadows seemed to coil in his anxiety. "Stop that," I said, noticing several shadows leap, almost as if trying to peel themselves off the wall to attack him.

"Stop what?" Darren asked, clearly confused.

"That," I said, pointing at the wall. He glanced at them and I noticed that his eyes were blood red again. It looked extremely creepy in the darkness of the corridor. Darren looked uneasy himself.

"Am I doing that?" he asked, rolling away from the wall slightly.

"Well I'm not doing it and there's no one else around." Darren looked freaked by this revelation but I knew that it was him. The shadows had done this whenever he was mad so it had to be tied in with his feelings.

"I have got to get a grip on this," he muttered ad I briefly wondered what he meant.

"What do you mean? And how can you do that? Is it like a vampire thing?" I asked. Darren shook his head, a sad look on his face.

"Let's just say that I'm different to other vampires and leave it at that. Trust me I creep myself out more than you're probably freaking yourself out right now." I shook my head.

"I've gotten used to weird things happening around you. But why are you so different to the other vampires?" I asked. Darren swallowed and closed his eyes as if trying to think of a suitable lie without having to tell me the truth. He sighed and slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor. When he opened his eyes again they were their normal brown but they were full of sadness.

"It's a long story. You may want to sit down for it," he said. I nodded and sat down next to him. He sighed and stared up at the ceiling. "You remember the man who came a few weeks ago?"

"Yeah," I said, remembering the man known as Mr Tiny. I don't think that I would ever be able to forget that.

"He's my father."

"What?" I shouted, leaping away from him. Darren just looked at the floor miserably.

"He's my father. He ruined my life and now he's going to ruin yours for fun," he said. I stared at him in horror.

"And you just… just… didn't think to tell me? I mean you have everyone thinking that your father's the King of the Vampires or is that a lie too?"

"There is no king." Darren said it blankly as if he had cut off all emotion. "I and my sister lied. There are only Vampire Princes and their elected.2 I stared at him unable to comprehend his answer.

"But you… you said… you're a Vampire Prince! Why lie? And who's your sister?"

"Who do you think?" Darren snapped, suddenly leaping to his feet. It registered in my mind that Darren may have been lean with muscles rippling beneath the surface but h was a lot stronger than his build or any human being. He had the power to snuff my life out of existence if he so wished.

"Professor Evanna," I said quietly, realisation dawning on me. Anger twisted in my gut and I glared at him. "You came here to spy on us didn't you?" Darren blinked, for a moment looking thrown.

"Why would I come here to spy?"

"Because My Tiny's your father! You probably knew what was going to happen and so you're here as a spy for Voldemort!" I shouted. Darren's face darkened, the shadows leaping, his eyes glowing blood red and his canines growing into fangs.

"You think that I would even consider helping my good for nothing father who wants me dead? You think that I want my family killed? I have a sister and nephew out there, did you know that? Do you think that I really would want them dead? Do you think that I want the Clan to fall to the bloody wizards who know about us? Do you think I even wanted to come here?" he shouted back. He was now so angry that he shadows were literally leaping off the wall and onto another. I got the feeling that if I went any further then there would be a catastrophe on our hands. But I still couldn't get over the fact that he had lied.

"Well that's not my problem. Stay away from me and my friends. I don't need a monster destroying my life," I snapped, before turning away and stalking back up the corridor. An animalistic growl rose in the corridor behind me and it registered in my brain that it would be coming from Darren. I expected to feel teeth at my throat any second, something grabbing me from behind and seeing eternal darkness.

Instead shadows rippled around my feet and then sucked backwards, like the backwash of the sea. A different noise echoed down the tunnel and it was only until I reached the Gryffindor common room that I realised that the noise was of someone crying and it hit me of what I had really done.

Ha! Bet you thought that Darren's visions were about to come true. Nah, i'm just cruel to Darren but don't worry. i will make his life a bit better because, come on, the poor guy needs a break after that. He just got called a monster! I can;t believe that Harry was that cruel (by the way none of the characters are gettong too OOC are they? Just checking).