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A/N: Here it is, a new chapter. I hope that everyone likes it. Sorry it took me awhile to get it out. Enjoy!


Draco laughed. He was, as the muggles called it, drunk off his ass. He tried to readjust his position. It didn't work. He floundered for a moment and fell with a decided crash to the floor. His head hit the corner of a table placed near the chair with a loud thunk.

He stumbled to his feet and rubbed the back of his head. "That is going to leave a mark!" Draco howled, and then collapsed onto the floor in a fit of giggles.

Suddenly, Draco heard heavy footsteps. They were coming. Draco looked about the room and sobered a bit. He had completely trashed the place. Tables were overturned with bottles of potion broken on the floor. Books were torn from various bookshelves and then ripped apart. Empty bottles of fire whiskey lay strewn around the chair in which he had been sitting.

For a moment, he was afraid, but then, he remembered. He remembered that they didn't care enough about him to even remotely let him know that they were leaving. They could clean the mess up themselves.

Draco turned on his heel and stumbled into his room, slamming the door behind him.


Just as Draco slammed the door, Severus opened the door to his quarters. It took a mere instant to see the mess that had been made of the room.

"Draco!" Severus roared. A forceful wind seemed to come from Severus' body and swept about the room. It quickly righted everything that had been destroyed. Books were remade and placed back on the shelves. Bottles disappeared. Then, the wind forced open the door to Draco's room with a boom. The door broke from its hinges.

Severus crooked a finger and before Draco could latch onto anything, he was flung out into the sitting area of the chambers.

"How dare you do this to me!" Severus roared. Erasmus stood back, watching.

Draco scrambled to his feet. "GO ahead, father. Kill me. It's what you've always wanted anyways wasn't it? For me to be gone and out of your hair?"

Severus paused. His temper flared. "You have no idea what it is that I want. Since when were you skilled in the reading of minds, Draco?"

Draco spat. "Since I was lucky enough to be dragged into this hell. Did you forget? I was made a Master Vampire."

Severus chuckled. "Ahh, yes. A very immature Master Vampire."

Draco charged, claws bared. Severus whipped his hand as if he was swatting a fly. "You forget Draco, just because you have power it does not mean that you can outwit me. I am much older than you. I know more tricks than you. I also have never destroyed your things. Nor have I ever given you any amount of disrespect."

Draco glared, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. "Never destroyed anything, huh? What about my life, father? I think you've done a great job destroying that."

Severus paled. Erasmus stepped between the two.

"Now that is entirely enough! I haven't heard this much bellyaching since the War of the Roses. Off to bed with the both of you! I've had just about all that I can stand."

Neither Severus nor Draco was given a choice. They found themselves merely tossed into their respective rooms with a flick of the wrist by the elder vampire.

"Children." The elder vampire muttered.


Harry woke the next morning feeling groggy and strange. The world seemed tilted; almost as if drawn down from the moon. The sky was overcast, but not dreary. Rather than being depressed by the sky, Harry was relaxed by it.

Slowly, he raised himself to a sitting position. For a moment, Harry thought he might pass out, but that feeling quickly passed. He looked around once more and recognized his room in Gryffindor tower. He couldn't remember much. He blinked his eyes. Suddenly, as if coming upon him in one smooth motion, the memories of what had happened awakened inside his mind.

He vaguely remembered crouching in the corner, listening to his lessons. He remembered Snape and Erasmus arriving. But after that, everything became a blur. There was barely anything else that could be remembered.

He remembered the smell of the dank place. The mold, mildew, and rot seemingly flowing into one another until the separate smells were no longer distinguishable. And then there was the evil feeling that had seemed to take hold of him; the hunger. It was like a bad dream that had somehow re-awakened inside of his brain.

But the pull on his magical core he had felt while under the tutelage of the portrait was gone. Harry almost missed it. For once in his life, someone had cared enough to try to train him, and now he could sense that the portrait was gone. What had happened, he did not know.

Harry got up from his bed and looked out the window, allowing the pale rays of sunlight to bounce offhis glasses. The warmth did not burn, so he assumed that someone must have made sure he had all of his required potions….and he could make a guess as to who but it wasn't as if it mattered. The caring was a show, a ruse. Harry would never again make that mistake. His parents were dead. Period. And no one would care about him as much as he would himself. It was pointless to bother with anything different.

He was about to step out and visit the loo when Master Erasmus appeared before him.

"Young man, I believe that we have much to discuss. Follow me."

Harry knew when to follow, and when to disobey. He chose to follow. Ironically, the elder vampire stopped in front of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

"I understand that you have the capacity to open the Chamber of Secrets?" The elder vampire asked.

Harry swallowed hard. "Err, yes sir. But the Chamber entrance is… well… impassable."

"Tut tut. I believe that I can do something about that. Besides, in order to understand that pipsqueak wizard that you are to dispatch, we need to visit a place that he knew well. Besides, have you ever tasted the roasted skin of a basilisk?"

Harry followed the elder vampire into the bathroom. "Umm… no sir, but I killed the basilisk quite a long while ago… the skin….if any is left is definitely not good to eat."

Erasmus laughed. "But Harry, what about the baby basilisks?"

Harry opened his eyes in horror. "B-b-b-baby basilisks?"

Erasmus rolled his eyes. "Of course you silly creature. There are at least 30 of the little things down there. They are quite a delicacy."

"Umm, sir? I can't eat food very well. I… well… mostly have been living on blood alone."

Erasmus sighed. "Ah, yes. I forgot. You do have that…special quality don't you. No matter. You can have a new pet. Basilisks make wonderful pets."

Harry looked at the elder vampire with trepidation. "Sir, why would anyone want a pet that kills people with a mere look from its eyes?"

"Because, silly boy, what better protection can one have? A vampire is not effected by the stare of a basilisk."

Because Erasmus was NOT going to listen. Harry did as he was told, and opened the Chamber of Secrets. He could not help but wonder where Myrtle had gotten to. She never even poked out her head when they entered the bathroom.