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Author's Note: We will have a few journal entries from Severus and Draco while in France.

The Cover of the Journal read Severus Prince in gold embossed lettering.

September 13, 1998

The Vampires are reluctant to speak to us. They fear we are here to kill them. Which is far from the truth. We want to learn from them about their blood. What use their blood is. What we could accomplish in healing with their blood. And if we could save someone from becoming a Vampire period. Whenever I am near them, all I smell is death.

My thoughts travel back to Hermione. I wonder if she's happy.

September 21, 1998

I have spoken to the head Vampire. He is named Alexander Prince, and I am sure he is a relative. Could I perhaps get him to divulge information on the family bond alone? I swear, he looks just like Father.

I am sure Hermione has found a new love.

The cover of the Journal read Draco Malfoy in winter green embossed lettering.

September 13, 1998

Those sniveling cowards wouldn't speak to us at all. Perhaps we should do what they fear and kill them. Their blood can't be that important, surely we could find other Vampires more willing to give us some blood.

September 21, 1998

Finally the Vampires have spoken to us. An ancient relic of a relative. Alexander Prince. I first thought it was Uncle Severus tricking us.

Severus tossed his journal next to Draco's. He was sick of waiting. He wanted to end the mission soon, he hated France. Even if he was set up in Versailles itself, he hated knowing that people were murdered here just because they were noble or royal. It made Severus sick to his stomach, and it was as if he could smell every soul that had died within the walls. Or was that the smell of death?

"Draco!" Severus hissed to his companion sleeping across the room. He snuck to Draco's side, covered his mouth as he woke him up, and pressed his finger to his own lips to keep Draco quiet. "There are Vampires around. I can smell them."

"You… You can smell them? You sound rid…" Draco was stopped mid-sentence by the sound of shuffling coming from the hall.

"Why would they attack while we sleep?" Severus asked himself more than Draco.

"What if they're not attacking?" Draco asked. Severus thought for a second. Was Draco right? A knock sounded, almost so soft Severus didn't catch it.

"Severus. We must run." Alexander Prince said from the other side of the door. Severus turned to Draco, who had gone white with fear.

"Run? What must we run from?" Draco whispered to Severus.

"Death Eaters." Came Alexander's reply. Draco and Severus grabbed their items, and bolted out the door. Alexander nodded, and led the way to their secret coven.

Severus could only describe the underground coven as an underground palace. A complete copy of Versailles, underground. He could tell there was a witch or wizard that had helped build the whole thing, as there was even an outside-like area complete with a fake Sun, and the cavern was held up. They didn't get to stay long as Draco and himself were shoved head first into an old fashion Carriage.

"This was Marie Antoinette's own carriage." Alexander said with pride. Draco was still pale, but Severus was interested. "She was an amazing woman. Very rare, and the kind I would get a time turner to save."

"Excuse me? Did you say time turner?" Severus sputtered. How did a vampire know what a time turner was?

"Surely you know who I am, Severus… Draco? Neither of you?" Alexander tutted, and looked out the window for a few minutes. "I am your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather."

"You're kidding." Both Severus and Draco said in unison.

"Not in the least. I'm not even the oldest Prince Vampire." He chuckled. He turned over a small locket. "In fact, we're heading to the oldest right now."

"Alexander, what is the meaning of bringing mortals here?" The man demanded. Severus could smell the raunchy stench of old decay.

"Cepheus, this is Severus Prince and Draco Malfoy, grandchildren of Tatiana." Alexander exclaimed. Where had Severus heard that name before?

"You're… You're Cepheus Prince! You're the original Prince!" Severus gasped. Cepheus clapped slowly.

"You are indeed a Prince, aren't you?" Cepheus started to examine both young men. "I see more of Phineas in this one." Cepheus spoke of Draco. He sniffed the air. "This one, however, has already tasted vampire blood. You must be the Potion Mater's son. The Snape boy who refused his birthright."

"I am. My mother was a Black, just as Draco's is." Severus stuck up for his cousin.

"No matter. Nothing wrong with being of Phineas' lineage. Was it Tatiana's blood that you've tasted? No no. Not yet. This Vampire is older than Tatiana." Cepheus grinned. He pulled a book from a semi-hidden bookshelf. "Anna Bolena by Gaetano Donizetti. I believe you've met the maker of this book, Alexander."

"Indeed." Came the brisk reply.

"It was Anne's blood you've tasted, my boy. Come now, don't be surprised. I can smell the vintage. I had the… Pleasure of turning her myself." Cepheus chuckled, making both Severus and Draco shiver. "Alexander, escort Master Malfoy to his room."

"B-but!" Draco started to protest, only to be surrounded by two hulking vampires.

"It's okay. You'll be safe." Severus insisted. Draco shut his mouth and let them lead him away. "If there is so much as a hair hurt on his head I will kill the Vampire myself."

"I do not kill those of my own flock. He is family as much as you are." Cepheus turned to sit at his desk now that they were alone. "You were at Versailles?"

"I was." Severus acted indifferent. Cepheus shuffled through a folder on the desk.

"A Ministry worker, I see. My, what a salary. Not that it's needed." Cepheus laughed. He placed a moving picture in front of him. "What a pretty girl. What's her name? Hermione?"

"Don't…" Severus started.

"Again, I do not harm my own. You were all destined to join me. Almost every Prince is destined. Your younger siblings are safe as long as you fulfill your birth right." Cepheus explained.