Harry Dracul: A Harry Potter/Young Dracula Crossover Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to JK Rowling. I do not own Young Dracula or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to Michael Lawrence, Josephine Ward and the BBC. I do not own any other crossover references used in the story: all rights belong to their original creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.
Plot: Vladimir Dracula was the pro-human, vampire Chosen One, but this isn't that fairy-tale. This is the true story of the Heir of Count Dracula and his family: Harry James Potter.
Author's Note: So, this random, but fun-sounding idea just sort of came to me because of a few fan hates and wishes I have about the series in question – Young Dracula – and my own inspirations basically going nuts and then some. So, as a result, we have what I hope will be a fun adventure for you to enjoy as much as I plan on enjoying writing it up.
And, as always, if you don't like it, don't read it.
WARNING: To any fellow fans of YD, especially those who are diehard lovers of the show, I should warn you that the characters are going to be OOC and the series canon is going to be AU in a lot of ways, including some obvious ones while, at the same time, the main character is going to be MUCH darker and more vampire than the show made him out to be, so, again, if this isn't for you, if you don't like it, don't read it.
Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to my faithful friends and fans: my recommended reads are The Chosen Two Saga – Chosen Two – Year One & Year Two, Chosen Two – Year Three & Year Four, Chosen Two – Year Five, Chosen Two – Year Six and Chosen Two – Year Seven – by HeathenVampires, A Normal Life by Unknownmusic, Follow MY Footsteps by St3phP33l, Path of the Chosen Ones: Year 1 by JamesJW02, Shadow Phoenix and Twisted Fate by moonfeather58, Harry Potter: Lord of Darkness by AngelSlayer135, Harry Potter and the Darkness Within by DaggersBloodPain, Damaged Raven and Dark Lord Potter by JustBored21, Dracula Rising by ZenoNoKyuubi, Haemophilia (based on It's in the Blood by sakurademonalchemist) and On the Delights of Drinking Blood by Quatermass, Harbinger of Blood by Viscount Anarchy and The Downward Spiral Saga – Harry Potter and the Homecoming, Harry Potter and Salazar's Legacy, Harry Potter and the Year of Broken Chains, Harry Potter and the Return of the Lost, Harry Potter and the Dirge of Hope and Harry Potter and the End of War – by BolshevikMuppet99
Key Pairings: Harry/TBD
Other Pairings: To be determined
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Chapter 1: A Stupid Mistake
It was a mistake.
A stupid, careless, vulnerable mistake.
And now, things seemed to be getting much worse for Lily Potter nee Evans, or so she thought as she sat alone in the nursery, massaging her heavily-swollen stomach while tears of regret, pain and even defeat fell from her eyes. As darkness fell outside her window, Lily felt a twinge hit her stomach, accompanied by a soft, excitable-feeling kick that felt more like the kick from a mule against her womb, indicating a high level of strength within the child that currently existed inside of her.
A child that had been conceived by a mistake.
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And it had been a mistake.
All thanks to an act of magic, or perhaps just some unnatural, even supernatural power, which had grabbed Lily's attention and left her helpless to fight against the one who'd conceived her soon-to-be-born child. And, although she would only admit to herself that it was the biggest rush and the best date she'd ever had since she'd graduated from Hogwarts, she still couldn't bring herself to feel anything, except guilt for what had come to her attention less than a month later.
A child.
A soon-to-be newborn baby, which had been picked up on by Healers' scans after Lily had reported feeling especially queasy, coupled with a strong, significant drain on her magic and a feeling of ominously-dark energy that never seemed to leave her.
All Lily could think was thank Merlin for patient-healer confidentiality oaths, which were just as powerful as Unforgivable Vows, because of how she had been forced to confess everything to the signs of non-human essence in her unborn child. When the Healer had learned of the truth of the little one's conception, they'd advised – read: insisted – on doing the one thing that no witch or wizard had ever really done without just cause.
Abortion.
And, admittedly, Lily had been prepared to go through the procedures, but then, somehow, James had found out she was pregnant and he acted like…well, like she expected he would act if and when she'd ever gotten the chance to give him the good news.
He spoiled her stupid, insisted on the finest, most-rewarding potions and care be given to her and his unborn child, he made plans for his dear friend and brother-in-all-but-blood, Sirius Black, to be put through the Godparents' Ritual to name his best friend the child's godfather.
He even told Lily, when she revealed she was having a baby boy, about a name he'd always wanted to call his son.
Harry James Potter, in keeping with Potter Family traditions of having the Father's name as the Son's middle name and the same for the Mother if it had been a little girl.
Thanks to James' treatments and his plans and everything he had done for her and the child growing in her womb, Merlin forgive her, but Lily had once again been left unable to do anything that might ruin the moment. However, she did make sure the Healer who treated her was absolutely certain that they couldn't tell another living soul about Lily's pregnancy or the truth of the child growing inside of her.
The last thing she needed was someone like Albus Dumbledore or, Magic help her, the Ministry getting wind of this.
Especially when Lily considered who little Harry James Potter's actual Father was…
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A few weeks later, Lily went into labour at sunset – which she found ironic, but she didn't say anything – and, for the next several hours, she felt like her body was being ravaged by a force of torture unbeknownst to any other human…well, anyone male, anyway.
She screamed, begged and pleaded for her son to be all right; she listened while the Healer did their job and guided her through the labour and, even as she screamed from the labour pains and the agony of the dark forces ravaging her mind and body, Lily also felt a glimmer of amusement when she heard James' body hit the floor as he fainted from male shock at seeing his wife give birth.
Then, at exactly 11:59:59, almost literally as the clock struck midnight, a beautiful song of a sound filled the room, accompanied by the soft voice of the Healer as she handed a blanket-wrapped bundle to Lily.
"Congratulations, Lady Potter; it's a beautiful baby boy."
Through the waves of exhaustion, relief and maternal joy that assaulted her mind and heart, Lily saw the Healer was right about that; her little one was beautiful. To look at him, with a slight pallor to his skin and a small, barely-formed sprinkling of black on his brow, he was a fallen angel made human, though Lily was more-entranced when she saw his eyes.
Green…emerald-green, at that, so much like her own, but with an air of something truly powerful.
As the Healer tried to rouse James, however, Lily saw a sign of just how powerful her newborn son was, or had the potential to become, when his beautiful emerald-green eyes actually turned jet-black, sclera and all, before he giggled softly as he nuzzled his new Mummy.
By the time James was successfully-awoken, however, little Harry's eyes were green once again, leaving Lily half-shocked and half-disbelieving at what she had seen.
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For the next year, despite the traumas of the Magical World and the trials that they faced after their son's birth, Lily and James seemed to get back to whatever passed for normal, though Lily seemed to keep a very close eye on her little boy. She was always willing to be with him when he started crying in the night or whenever he grew fussy while she made absolutely-sure that everything was as nice and normal as it could be for her family.
This included using a little cunning to use some of James' blood, and a little adoption ritual she researched, to make sure that James' Potter Family Magic recognised Harry as his son and heir. Thankfully, James didn't seem to notice this, nor did he show any signs of suspecting that his little buck, as he called Harry, was anything less than the future of his little gang of Marauders and the next generation of hellraisers at Hogwarts.
'If only you knew, James,' Lily often thought to herself.
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On Halloween Night, just three months after Harry turned one, Lily's life was turned upside-down when, after what seemed like a long time of safety measures and plans made and enforced by those whom she and James called friend and ally, the worst thing Lily could think of finally happened.
Well, actually, she would have admitted that it was the joint-first-worst thing that could have happened, tied with James discovering the truth about Harry, since Lily couldn't bring herself to admit anything to him, not with all the paranoia, worry and dread that had started to cast dark clouds over their lives over the past year.
But then, on Halloween Night, the other worst thing Lily could have imagined, happened when the Dark Lord Voldemort found them and, just as they had been warned, he came to try and kill Harry.
Why?
Lily didn't know, but she would be damned before she let him succeed.
And, as they say, desperate times call for desperate measures.
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"LILY! IT'S HIM! TAKE HARRY AND RUN!"
As soon as she heard James screaming for her to run, and take their son with her, Lily's protective instincts went into overdrive as she ran from her bedroom and, without stopping, she raced into the nursery, slamming the door hard before she cast the most-powerful locking charms she knew.
"Mama?"
Turning to face the voice that addressed her, Lily's eyes widened when she saw her beautiful boy's green eyes looking up at her in fear and curiosity, his infantile mind unable to comprehend exactly what was going on while, at the same time, showing the same reaction any normal little boy might show when they saw Mummy sad.
Mummy was sad, so Harry felt sad.
Shushing the small whimpers that escaped him as he saw her sadness, and sensed it as though it was his own, Lily crouched in front of her son's crib before she whispered, "It's all right, sweetheart…Mummy's here…oh, Harry…I'm so sorry…"
Extending a hand to him, Lily smiled weakly, even as she wept tears of amusement and sorrowful pain when she saw his tiny hands clasp her hand in his grip, his green eyes still on her as Lily whispered, "My beautiful boy…my special little guy…if you only knew how really special you were…"
"Mama cwy?" asked the infant, earning a soft laugh from Lily as she leaned forwards and kissed Harry's forehead, shushing him again.
"It's okay to cry sometimes, baby," whispered Lily, gently prying her hand from his as she added, "Oh Harry…no matter what happens, never forget, you are loved…so loved…Harry, Mama loves you…Dada loves you…Harry, be safe, be strong and know you are loved…"
A loud crash stopped Lily from saying anything, though, as she heard the crash, her eyes widened when she saw Harry's eyes flash black for a brief moment, accompanied by a dark look that crossed her child's face, as though the other side of him was coming out because his Mummy looked so sad, so scared and so unhappy around him.
However, when she saw the eyes, Lily's own eyes widened as a jolt of inspiration struck her.
An idea.
A crazy, stupid and possibly-dangerous idea suddenly rose up in her, fuelled by her desire to protect her little one as he looked at her with those odd, scary-looking eyes.
Thinking quickly, before she had a chance to actually change her mind, Lily drew her wand and cast a mild Cutting Hex on her palm, shedding her blood before, handing her bleeding hand to her little boy, Lily whispered, "Here baby…drink…come on, you can do it…drink from Mummy, just like when we have num-nums…"
To Lily's surprise, as well as her hope and delight, instinct, or perhaps the hunger of a toddler hearing that it was, apparently, time for eats, took over Harry as he leaned in and, to her delight, he began supping from the wound. His small lips wrapped around the wound, suckling on her skin and the blood from the wound as though it was her breast offering him milk.
As she felt the blood pass from her to him, Lily closed her eyes as she made a silent prayer;
'Please…I'm begging you…come and help protect your son and heir!'
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'…protect your son and heir!'
In a darkened castle many, many miles away from where Lily was going through her Last Resort to try and protect her child, a pair of darker-than-dark eyes snapped open as a psychically-driven mental plea crossed his mind. As it did so, the recipient of the plea let out a dark hiss as he rose up from an ornate, throne-like chair before, without so much as an explanation to anyone else, he sped away from the throne room faster than a human could blink.
A rumble of thunder and a feeling of impending darkness seemed to follow him all the way to his destination.
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"Not Harry, take me instead!"
That was the last thing Lily Potter would ever say before her life was stolen away by the Killing Curse, though her voice's final scream would forever resonate in the ears of the only other innocent in the room.
Namely the emerald-eyed baby with red-stained lips who looked up at a pair of blood-red eyes, the owner of which sneered at him as he lifted his wand before he hissed, "Such a tragic waste…but only I can live forever…goodbye, Harry Potter…"
With that, the green flash of the Killing Curse flew from the stranger's wand, its deadly light reflected in the green colouring of the infant as he stared up at the flash of light before, to the horror of the caster, aka the Dark Lord Voldemort, green became black as the child let out a cold, seething hiss that seemed to resonate with dark power, even as the curse's magic suddenly froze in mid-air, crackling and sparking like lightning before, to the alarm of the Dark Lord, the Avada Kedavra's magic seemed to shrink down.
Seconds later, it exploded with the force of a nuclear bomb, obliterating the Dark Lord's body and taking most of the house with it as well.
As for little Harry, he would have been caught in the blast himself were it not for the sudden burst of motion and speed that reached him just as the explosion tore through the nursery.
While the house, and most of the street, was left in ruins, someways from the house, a pale, handsome figure dressed in a blood-red coat and dark clothes rose up with a coughing gasp before he looked down at the infant in his arms.
When the infant looked back up at him with two black orbs for eyes, the stranger gasped before he asked, "Morningstar's Curse: how…how did I not know? Could it be because she was magical? Did she intentionally keep you from me, my precious child?"
"Dada."
Suddenly, the man's eyes widened as he let out a cold, rumbling laugh as he asked, "You know me as what I am…my, you are such a brilliant, bright-minded soul, my son and heir! Yes…she wanted me to protect you? Well I shall…hmm…I suppose I will have to name you, won't I?"
It took only a moment for the man to make up his mind.
"From this day forth, your name is Vladimir Dracula, Heir to the Dracula Throne and the future Prince of Darkness; now come, my son: it's time we were going home."
Seconds later, both the stranger, a man known only as Count Dracula, and his son and heir vanished with a sound akin to a sharp whoosh of air.
Leaving an unsuspecting world nonethewiser as to how it would be nearly ten years before such power was seen on their shores ever again.
So, the adventure begins and, while this chapter might be kind of odd-sounding, trust me, it took some effort to get it just right: anyway, with Harry/Vladimir now taken to be raised by his…his real Father, the question is: what will he become?
Also, if and when the time comes for the big comeback, how will those who may think he's gone react to the truth, especially when they see what he has become and who he really is the son and heir of?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: Time passes and, thanks to another stupid mistake, it's time to leave home…or is that return home?
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