When Harry came back to consciousness, he felt like he had gotten completely mauled. His legs and arms had somehow grown heartbeats with their throbbing and his shoulder felt like it had been stabbed. Groaning, Harry lay there for a moment, dazed before trying to haul himself up and at least try to make some sense out of what was going on. He was soon stopped though by something biting into his throbbing hands, immediately making it hurt even more. Wincing, Harry looked down at himself, finally noticing the chains around his wrists. He stared at them in morbid intrigue. Oh dear.

"Now that you're awake, you're supposed to come with me", a squeaky voice sounded to Harry's right. Nearly getting whiplash, Harry's wide eyes met the watery ones of a tiny, hunched human, looking like an old hag with an ugly face and curved nails resembling claws.

He sounded like he was trying to be intimidating, "Now!".

"Chains, gotta take them off", Harry croaked out, his voice raspy and dusty. With his other injuries to worry about, Harry hadn't registered the fact that his throat was of the Sahara Desert until just now.

The hag human's eyes went wide and he hunched down even more as if subconsciously expecting some sort of punishment for the mistake- even as know one was around. Harry understood that type of reaction and felt a sliver of sympathy towards him.

It was a moment later that crusty hands wrapped around Harry's freed wrists, dragging his barely working feet up what looked like stairs (though you couldn't really tell with the amount of dust on them. Honestly, you could probably sleep comfortably in the sheer amount of it).

As they reached the top of the staircase, the dust lessened until it completely disappeared, leaving cold stone floors in its wake. Two ginormous double doors stood in front of the two of them. But when the hag human dragged him through the doors, Harry stomach dropped. In front of him were the same group of people who had attacked him earlier that day (if it was the same day) and the panic didn't quell even though he saw their attentions on the snake-like human in front of them. They were kneeling in a submissive position in front of the man, listening as he ranted about something to do with failure and even as they weren't as ferocious and powerful as they appeared before, Harry didn't feel any bit of satisfaction. In fact, this instead told him he should be even more terrified of this snake man.

"M-my Lord", the hag beside Harry stuttered out. If he had the energy, Harry probably would have flinched violently, having had forgotten about him in the moment.

Red eyes filled with rage turned to the pair of them. When they raked over the both of them, Harry had the sudden urge to shrink down and be as small as possible.

"I j-just wanted to i-inform y-you that the p-prisoner has a-awakened", the hag stuttered. Harry didn't blame him for his fear.

"Do you perceive me as blind, Wormtail", the red-eyed being hissed in what sounded rather snake-like.

As "Wormtail" looked as if he was going to answer, the red-eyed being cut him off, "That was a rhetorical question". Deeming to not comment anymore on "Wormtail"'s stupidity, the being turned to Harry instead, "Ah, looks like our prisoner has awoken".

The red-eyed being tilted his head in mock consideration.

"You are a particular mudblood aren't you?" the he said. Harry did not know what that was. "Or should I say Squib".

The word was said as derogatory, enunciated with disgust. Harry instinctually felt a sliver of shame at the tone even as he had no idea what a Squib was. It was natural for a little boy afterall to crave acceptance and praise, especially one that had been starved of it.

"But a special Squib", the red-eyed being continued. "With a magical prodigy as myself, I could immediately detect the Vampiric magic surrounding your core yet the werewolf physical traits".

Red eyes flashed, "So tell me little Squib how that came to be".

Harry's mouth went dry. Being a perceptive child (once again thanks to his aunt and uncle), Harry could immediately tell that one wrong word would end with him dead. There was just something about the being in front of him that was rather deathly and not human. But how was he supposed to answer this? What was this red-eyed man going on about Werewolves and Vampires? Although thinking it, Harry knew this was not the right time to question the being about his sanity.

"I-I don't know", Harry instead replied, visibly swallowing when anger filled red eyes, his brain frantically trying to come up with some sort of explanation. Safe to say, this was not the time for confusion. "But- I um- there was an attack on Privet Drive. T-then there were gold-eyed humans who attacked me right before I fell unconscious". Harry listed the weird situations he had had these past few days. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief when the red-eyed being's face replaced anger with consideration.

"Attack... probably muggle neighborhood", long skinny unnatural fingers tapped on the throne he was sitting on. "Vampire attack... should be right after the contract Fudge signed...". His voice trailed off before red eyes suddenly snapped Wormtail, "Take him back to the cell" he told him before once again being lost in thought.

It was minutes later when Harry found himself back in the small, enclosed space, gray walls and high ceilings being his only companion for the next few days.

"Your Majesty", Sephtis once again appeared before his leader. "I bring a message".

Erkhaan raised an eyebrow, noticing that Sephtis did not say who the message was from, meaning it was either a message from his people or from Sephtis himself. Sephtis knew that he preferred to spend his time alone while working so he wondered what Sephtis had to say to him that was important enough for his attentions. "Continue", Erkhaan said.

Sephtis cleared his throat, "I received a message from one of Lord Voldemort's Death Eaters asking if we had attacked a muggle neighborhood by the name of Privet Drive. He said his research has told him that it is on the north of London. I had some of your men search the place and have realized that we indeed did attack the place right recently, in these past few days".

"I do not see the importance of this Sephtis", Erkhaan's silver eyes flashed with annoyance.

Sephtis rushed to continue, not wanting to annoy his leader any further, "The importance of this is that a Squib residing there had absorbed our magic in his core and because of his still present magical core, rendered him a vampire and most importantly, one that is part of our clan".

Erkhaan's eyes widened in rare surprise. This was not heard of and as he thought it over, it didn't exactly add up, "That should be impossible. Our magic cannot be absorbed even if he had a receptive magical core".

"I did not understand that part either so I send a letter to Lord Voldemort asking for clarification. He replied with his theory of the events", It was then when a certain nervousness appeared to radiate from his advisor and with Erkhaan's keen eyes, he immediately picked up on it. Silver eyes narrowed.

Seeing his leader's suspicion, Sephtis cautiously continued, "Well you see... the Squib, he got bit by a Werewolf-", Erkhaan's eyes flashed. Sephtis understood, he had the same reaction while reading the reply letter. The Vampires and Werewolves had been enemies for hundreds of years due to a long history of wars where both sides had suffered losses. It had hit the Vampires the hardest, their loyalty to each other being strong as bricks and after the first major war where many of their people died, their ancestors had vowed to never make allies out of the Werewolves, beginning a magical feud (much like a blood feud where alliances are forbidden and fights are legally allowed to happen).

"Yes, well, anyway his core apparently absorbed our vampiric magic to combat the invasion of the bite. It is afterall a curse and the body never responds well with foreign bodies, especially malicious ones", Sephtis continued as the anger faded from Erkhaan's eyes. "So he now he has the magic of a vampire and the body of a werewolf".

A crease appeared between Erkhaan's eyebrows at the information, thinking hard about the situation. If he accepted the boy, then the Aquila clan would have to accept a being that was part Werewolf, the Vampires' greatest enemy. But then again, the boy was half-vampire, a part of his clan and therefore a part of his family...

Semper domus ista permaneat. Family would always remain.

Ita semper fidelis. So, always faithful.

"We do not accept him into the pack", Fenrir Greyback smirked as most of his pack raised their hands. Majority vote stated that after the humiliation that the child had bestowed onto their pack in front their Lord as well as being half-Vampire, would have him rejected from the pack despite him still being a Werewolf. The child should have been dead when the pack dragged him to their Lord per his orders of acquiring a magical blood sacrifice only to discover the child was alive. They had then suffered the humiliation of being tortured and being unable to kill a Squib. Not even a mudblood but a Squib.

Tantum et potentes suceed. Only the powerful succeeds.

Ita potentia sit prior. So, power is priority.

A/N One more chapter to go!

RNL