Chapter 2

Harry looked down emotionally at the bodies scattered around the battlefield. Voldemort was finally dead and he could finally live his life... or whatever was left of it. Harry's red eyes gazed down at his sweet friend Luna Lovegood.

He wanted to cry but he couldn't. It wasn't possible for him to cry but maybe that was a good thing. He knew that if he broke down then, he would be lost to his emotions and he had to stay strong for the survivors. He had to...

He stopped what he was doing and looked down at himself. They wouldn't accept him as he was. He was a dark creature, a vampire... they wouldn't want to be anywhere near him. If anything, that broke him even more.

Harry took an unneeded breath and thought back to his grandfather. Harry remembered him saying that his father had disappeared amongst a vampire raid. Hope rekindled in Harry's chest and he couldn't help but think that maybe his father was alive... well, not alive he supposed.

Maybe, he would finally get to meet his father. He didn't want to blind himself though, he didn't want to fill himself with hope and then have it dashed. He didn't think he would be able to take more heartbreak.

Harry looked around one more time, his gaze lingering on his close friends who had fallen. His unnatural crimson eyes lit up with sadness before he sped away, leaving everything behind for good.

His speed brought him to Diagon Alley. Hardly anyone was walking the streets and for good reason. Everyone had either joined the battle or went back to their home to hide from Voldemort and his death eaters.

Harry stood in front of Gringotts and took another unneeded breath. If anyone could figure out if his father was still here it would be them. He didn't know if the goblins would do anything for him after the dragon incident though. Maybe, he could formally apologize and give them compensation for their troubles.

Harry walked through the doors and immediately, he was assaulted with two goblins on either side.

"Mr. Potter, we have a dozen bones to pick with you," Griphook said, his clawed hand on Harry's arm.

"I would like to apologize, can we work something out. It was war, after all," Harry said, his red eyes trying to get through to the goblin.

Griphook stood there for a minute but let go, "We want everything fixed in Gringotts and that will cost you a pretty penny."

"How much, exactly?"

"At least 12 million galleons or more." Harry couldn't help but gape, "You have more than enough."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, confused.

"The Potter's are one of the richest names in Gringotts along with the Malfoy family."

Harry didn't know anything about that. The only amount he had was the trust fund he was told that Lily and James had given him. Harry thought for a moment, "There are a few things that I would like you to do along with taking the money."

The goblin inclined his head, "What would that be, Mr. Potter?"

"I would like to know where my father is and if he is still here. Also, I would like you to take off my blood adoption to Lily and James Potter. As much as I love them like parents, I would like to take my original appearance."

"Mr. Potter. We didn't know you had been adopted..."

"Not a lot of people do," Harry responded back.

"Follow me." Harry followed behind the goblin into a room and he sat down across from him. "Place two drops of blood on the parchment..." The goblin stared at Harry for a second, "On second thought, place two drops of your venom on the parchment."

Harry nodded and began thinking about the blood running through humans, their veins pumping repeatedly and his fangs grew. Venom filled his mouth and he spat it out onto the parchment before swallowing the rest.

"Good, good."

He watched as the parchment formed words.

Name: Hadrian Carlisle Cullen/Deceased/Vampire (Adoptive name: Harry James Potter)

Mother: Annabeth Millard/Deceased (Adoptive Mother: Lily Evans nee Potter/Deceased)

Father: Carlisle Cullen/Deceased/Vampire (Adoptive Father: James Potter/Deceased)

"I knew it!" Harry exclaimed, "My father is still here!" The hope that had been in Harry became bigger and bigger until he was absolutely bursting with happiness. "Is there any way for you to see where he is?"

"There is a way but it will cost you." The greedy goblin said.

Anything as long as you can do it." Harry said, "Also, can we deal with my appearance before that."

The goblin only nodded before snapping his fingers. A few other goblins entered the room in black cloaks. Without even letting Harry know they were starting, the group began to chant. Harry just let them do what they were doing, feeling a little apprehensive.

He didn't know what was happening until he felt like a layer of skin had peeled off of him. He conjured a mirror in front of him and his eyes widened. He definitely missed the way he used to look.

His hair that was black before had been turned to a reddish-blonde colour. His facial features had changed a lot. Like Harry Potter, he had a more masculine appearance but as Hadrian Cullen, he still had his baby face and he didn't know how to feel about that. He would be stuck the way he was, after all.

All and all though, he liked the changes. It gave him a new beginning, hopefully with his father in it.

"Thank you, Griphook."

Griphook only inclined his head again. The group of goblins that had retired to the corner of the room, began to approach Harry. "We will begin to find the location of your father now. Drop another two drops of your venom on the parchment. Venom has similar properties to blood so it will be easier to find him if we use it."

Harry nodded and once again thought of blood. It was funny that the thought of blood was genuinely making him hungry now.

The venom dropped and he waited for the group to stop chanting before words began to form on the parchment.

Carlisle Cullen - Location (Forks, Washington)

Harry began to get even more excited than he originally was but he couldn't help but wonder why his father had moved to the United States. "Thank you, Griphook. I really appreciate it. Take the Galleons I owe you."

"I will, Mr. Cullen."

Harry wasn't used to being called a Cullen and realized that since the Adoption had been terminated, it meant that he was Hadrian now. He'd always liked the name Hadrian anyway.

Hadrian nodded again, "May your gold overflow."

The goblin's eyes widened at the words but recovered, "And may your enemies tremble at your feet."

Hadrian bid them goodbye and walked out of the bank feeling much better than he did in years. He knew he would be leaving some people behind but he wanted to meet his father.

He sped out of Diagon Alley and into the streets of Muggle London. Hadrian then realized he would have to take a plane.

He hailed a taxi, not giving the man a second look as he entered the cab. He could feel the fear rolling off the man in waves and that was when he remembered his crimson eyes. "Contact lenses," Hadrian muttered to him and the man felt a little calmer as he pulled out onto the road, "The Airport, please."

The man didn't grace him with a response as he drove down the road. It only took about twenty minutes to get there and Hadrian was feeling a little impatient. He entered the Airport and immediately purchased a one-way flight to Seattle.

When he had entered the plane and sat down, a few doubts lingered at the tip of his thoughts. Did his father not want to see him? Would he turn him away? Was it true that his father abandoned him? Was his grandfather right? He didn't know what to think so he told himself that whatever happened, happened. If his father turned him away then he would have no choice but to... He didn't have anything else left in the world, everyone he knew was dead and the ones that had survived wouldn't want Hadrian in their life.

Ten hours went by and he didn't think he had been a worse situation than the one he had just been in. The plane had been filled with humans and he hadn't eaten since before the battle. The only thing that he could think about was the sweet blood that was around him and at one point, he had almost lost control but he didn't breath a single second after that. The scent of blood was too much for him.

As soon as he had entered the Airport, Hadrian made his way outside and into the woods. He stayed on the outskirts of the woods, waiting for a human to pass by and soon enough they did. It was a man that looked to be in his thirties.

Hadrian didn't want to kill him but it was the only way. The blood called to him as his eyes turned a deep black in colour. Venom dropped down his lips and without further ado, he bit savagely into the human's neck, savouring the taste.

He couldn't let the human turn into a newborn, so he finished the man off and dropped him next to a bush where the police or someone could find him. He took out his wand and healed the bite on the man's neck, before creating knife cuts. They would think someone had stabbed him.

Refreshed and ready to go, Hadrian hailed another cab and they drove to Forks, Washington. A nervous feeling formed in Hadrian's stomach and he didn't know what to do. Would his father be happy to see him? Would... would his father even remember him? Vampires were notoriously known to forget their human lives.

Did his father even remember him?

Hadrian shook his head of the thoughts. He would find out soon.

They passed a sign that said 'Welcome to Forks' and Hadrian shook himself of the nerves. "Stop here," Hadrian said, passing the money to the driver.

The taxi driver looked at Hadrian weirdly, probably wondering why he wanted to get out in the middle of nowhere but complied.

Hadrian watched as the driver turned around and disappeared down the road. He could already smell other vampires in the area and wondered if his father had a coven. He followed the scent and came upon a beautiful house amongst the woods.

Hadrian was taking way too many unnecessary breaths but he couldn't help it as he approached the house. The vampires were on the other side of the door and they knew he was there. Hadrian paused for a second before knocking.

Quickly, the door opened. He was met with a group of vampires with bright golden eyes. "Hello," was all Hadrian could say. He felt like he was put under a microscope and they were inspecting him.

"Who are you and what do you want?" A woman said. She had long blonde hair and Hadrian couldn't help but think of Malfoy.

"Um..." Hadrian said ineloquently, "I'm here to see Carlisle Cullen?"

"Dude, was that a question or a statement?" A big, muscular vampire asked and Harry couldn't help but take a step back at the imposing figure.

"Uh, a statement?"

The huge guy burst out laughing, "This guy is a laugh... my name is Emmett!"

"Hello, Emmett," Hadrian said.

"Who are you?" The blonde woman asked again and Hadrian looked down.

"I think it would be better if you brought Fa— I mean, Carlisle Cullen here before I say anything."

"Sorry, little dude, but Carlisle is working at the hospital for another hour," Emmett said, hitting Hadrian on the shoulder playfully.

Another woman with pixie-like hair piped up, "You can come in and wait for him."

Hadrian's eyes widened and he nodded happily, "Thank you."

"My name is Alice, by the way." The pixie-like woman said.

Hadrian was brought to the sofa and as he sat down, he thought of something, "Is this your entire coven?"

Emmett shook his head, "No, little dude, Edward and Jasper aren't here right now as well as Esme."

Harry nodded but the woman with blonde hair shot Emmett a glare. They didn't speak any more until they heard a car pull into the driveway.

"He's here," Alice said and Hadrian waited with bated breath as his father walked up to the door and opened it.

Hadrian couldn't help but stand as quick as lightning with a whispered word of, "Father," on his lips.

Carlisle Cullen's eyes widened.