It wasn't till morning that Harry awoke on the floor of the forest, he looked up and saw that everything was fussy, noticing that he had his glasses on he took them off to wipe them believing them to have became dirty, however he noticed that he could see perfectly without them, this surprised him a great deal. However what suppressed him even more was that he was sitting on the ground of the forest with the body of a man lying next to him.
And then he remembered the events of the previous night, the man attacking him, then biting him, and then for some strange reason he was thrown to the floor then had been forced to drink his blood. But the one thing that he did remember from that night was the feeling of being re-born.
His quick mind realizing that he had been turned into a vampire, he did not know why or how, but he knew that from this day forward his life would be different.
Over the years leading up to Harry's 11th birthday, he had found that he could do extraordinary things. His speed and agility were so good that he had no trouble escaping the wrath of the Dursley's, and that his strength had increased so much that he was able to punch a hole into the side of a skip.
His senses had heightened, and he also had the strangest feeling whenever he came into contact with people, as if he could tell if they had something special about them, and the more powerful the feeling the more special they seemed to be.
It wasn't till a few years of him being a Vampire did he realize what this was, they were wizards. He only figured this out because whenever he seemed to make things happen around him, like making bricks fly around the room, did it give of a distinct feeling, and he found out this feeling was magic.
And the magic he felt from these people must have been their magical signature.
The day after Dudley's birthday, which he received a record-breaking number of presents 50, Harry was sitting down at the breakfast table with Dudley and Uncle Vernon. Uncle Vernon was sitting reading his paper while Dudley was playing with his smelting stick.
The sound of the letterbox being opened and letters hitting the floor brought Uncle Vernon out of revived "Get the post Dudley" said Uncle Vernon
"Make Harry get it" Dudley replied
"Get the post Harry" answered Uncle Vernon
"Make Dudley get it" sneered Harry
"Hit him with your Smelting stick Dudley"
SNAP
Dudley's smelting stick lay on the floor in two, Dudley had wrapped the stick over Harry's head causing it to break into, Harry however just stood up and walked to the front door and picked up the post. Leafing thought them he noticed that one of them was addressed to him, written in Emerald Green ink to:
Mr. H. Potter
The cupboard under the stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
Hearing Dudley's wails about Harry breaking his smelting stick he placed the letter into his cupboard and headed back into the kitchen holding the rest of the post.
Dumping the letters onto the edge of the table he sat back into his seat and carried on eating his breakfast. However he wasn't sitting down for more than 10 seconds when the table was turn over by an angry Uncle Vernon.
"What?" questioned Harry
"Don't What me boy, you broke Dudley's smelting stick" spat Uncle Vernon causing spit to fly from his mouth.
"No, I do believe you have got it the wrong way round, Dudley broke it by hitting me over the head with it, there is a difference you see – with that Uncle Vernon launched an angry fist at Harry's face. However Harry calmly caught the punch with his right hand mere inches from his face.
Uncle Vernon, Dudley and Aunt Petunia all gasped.
"Please do not try that again, I'm not too sure where that hand has been" and with that Harry turned on his heels and strode out of the kitchen and into his cupboard. He picked up his letter and read it:
Dear Mr. Potter
We are pleased to tell you that you have been selected to come and learn magic at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
We normally receive your expectance via owl however due to your special circumstances we ask for you to post you reply to:
Mr. Adam Dubblebottem
15 Regent Road
London
We expect your reply no later than the 31st July
Albus Dumbledore
Extreme…etc
He had been wondering if wizards were self-taught or if they had a school them, however it seemed that he was a wizard as well. He never thought that he was one as he assumed that it was his vampire abilities that made him able to do magic.
But it seemed to him that he was a wizard and a vampire.
It left him wondering "Do they know that?"
It took him a while to decided if he should reply to them, however he knew that this was an opportunity not to miss.
He quickly searched his school bag for some paper and a pen and wrote:
Dear Mr. Dubblebottem
I would like to accept your kind offer.
However please could you tell me what I'm meant to do next
Your sincerely
Harry Potter
With that he flooded the paper in half, then half again, then stepped out of his cupboard.
He quickly spotted Aunt Petunia's handbag on the table, he rushed over to it and quickly crabbed a fiver from inside, he then quickly shoved it into his oversized pocket along with the letter and shouted as he opened the door "I'm going out, be back later". And with that he shut the door and made his way into town towards the post office.
And then he remembered the events of the previous night, the man attacking him, then biting him, and then for some strange reason he was thrown to the floor then had been forced to drink his blood. But the one thing that he did remember from that night was the feeling of being re-born.
His quick mind realizing that he had been turned into a vampire, he did not know why or how, but he knew that from this day forward his life would be different.
Over the years leading up to Harry's 11th birthday, he had found that he could do extraordinary things. His speed and agility were so good that he had no trouble escaping the wrath of the Dursley's, and that his strength had increased so much that he was able to punch a hole into the side of a skip.
His senses had heightened, and he also had the strangest feeling whenever he came into contact with people, as if he could tell if they had something special about them, and the more powerful the feeling the more special they seemed to be.
It wasn't till a few years of him being a Vampire did he realize what this was, they were wizards. He only figured this out because whenever he seemed to make things happen around him, like making bricks fly around the room, did it give of a distinct feeling, and he found out this feeling was magic.
And the magic he felt from these people must have been their magical signature.
The day after Dudley's birthday, which he received a record-breaking number of presents 50, Harry was sitting down at the breakfast table with Dudley and Uncle Vernon. Uncle Vernon was sitting reading his paper while Dudley was playing with his smelting stick.
The sound of the letterbox being opened and letters hitting the floor brought Uncle Vernon out of revived "Get the post Dudley" said Uncle Vernon
"Make Harry get it" Dudley replied
"Get the post Harry" answered Uncle Vernon
"Make Dudley get it" sneered Harry
"Hit him with your Smelting stick Dudley"
SNAP
Dudley's smelting stick lay on the floor in two, Dudley had wrapped the stick over Harry's head causing it to break into, Harry however just stood up and walked to the front door and picked up the post. Leafing thought them he noticed that one of them was addressed to him, written in Emerald Green ink to:
Mr. H. Potter
The cupboard under the stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
Hearing Dudley's wails about Harry breaking his smelting stick he placed the letter into his cupboard and headed back into the kitchen holding the rest of the post.
Dumping the letters onto the edge of the table he sat back into his seat and carried on eating his breakfast. However he wasn't sitting down for more than 10 seconds when the table was turn over by an angry Uncle Vernon.
"What?" questioned Harry
"Don't What me boy, you broke Dudley's smelting stick" spat Uncle Vernon causing spit to fly from his mouth.
"No, I do believe you have got it the wrong way round, Dudley broke it by hitting me over the head with it, there is a difference you see – with that Uncle Vernon launched an angry fist at Harry's face. However Harry calmly caught the punch with his right hand mere inches from his face.
Uncle Vernon, Dudley and Aunt Petunia all gasped.
"Please do not try that again, I'm not too sure where that hand has been" and with that Harry turned on his heels and strode out of the kitchen and into his cupboard. He picked up his letter and read it:
Dear Mr. Potter
We are pleased to tell you that you have been selected to come and learn magic at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
We normally receive your expectance via owl however due to your special circumstances we ask for you to post you reply to:
Mr. Adam Dubblebottem
15 Regent Road
London
We expect your reply no later than the 31st July
Albus Dumbledore
Extreme…etc
He had been wondering if wizards were self-taught or if they had a school them, however it seemed that he was a wizard as well. He never thought that he was one as he assumed that it was his vampire abilities that made him able to do magic.
But it seemed to him that he was a wizard and a vampire.
It left him wondering "Do they know that?"
It took him a while to decided if he should reply to them, however he knew that this was an opportunity not to miss.
He quickly searched his school bag for some paper and a pen and wrote:
Dear Mr. Dubblebottem
I would like to accept your kind offer.
However please could you tell me what I'm meant to do next
Your sincerely
Harry Potter
With that he flooded the paper in half, then half again, then stepped out of his cupboard.
He quickly spotted Aunt Petunia's handbag on the table, he rushed over to it and quickly crabbed a fiver from inside, he then quickly shoved it into his oversized pocket along with the letter and shouted as he opened the door "I'm going out, be back later". And with that he shut the door and made his way into town towards the post office.