"Hello Professor, what are you doing here?"

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            Fear. Yes it was the only emotion the weathered Potion's Master could feel. Or was it a mixture of fear and surprise. He watched as the young man stood from the floor. Clothes tattered and torn from what appeared to be a sudden growth spurt. As the boy became upright Severus no longer had to glance down but rather straight forward. This boy was by his best estimate around 6'9". He was not really thin but held a swimmers build. The once unruly hair now was flat and straight reaching past the front of his shoulders. His skin was a soft pale. The once emerald green eyes now bright silver softened as he gazed at him. What was he going to say? Who is going to believe him when he tells them he had nothing to do with this transformation. Then a voice soft as the wind brought him out of his thoughts back to the world he was in.

"Professor, what are you here for?" Shaking his head he cleared his thoughts and then spoke.

"Potter gather your things from here and meet me downstairs, we are going to Hogwarts."

"Yes Professor." The young man turned and knelt down beside his small bed and removed a loose plank in the floor. Reaching in he grabbed his photo album, wand and a few other items he had stored there. As he turned he remembered the transfiguration instructor out cold on his floor. Holding his wand he spoke softly. "Enervate." Slowly the instructor rose and looked back at the young man as he spoke. "Professor, please don't be startled, I believe we are needed elsewhere."

"You are correct Mr. Potter, come on then." Replied the instructor with a hint of nervousness evident in her voice. He followed the Professor downstairs where his other Professor stood waiting. He had removed the covering from the fireplace and had a small fire going. Reaching inside his robes he produced a small leather bag. Taking a pinch he handed the bag to the other two standing next to him. Once the bag had returned to him he stored it away as spoke.

"Hogwarts Headmaster's Office" And with  that he was gone. Followed closely by Professor McGonagall and then by Harry Potter. As he fell out of the fireplace he rolled and stopped in a sitting position right in front of an older man than him, who had dark piercing eyes and a rough facial structure, that he knew as his Godfather Sirius Black. Next to him was his best friend Remus Lupin, and then behind the desk the elderly wizard Albus Dumbledor. Harry was all too aware of the surprise in the room as three sets of eyes stared right at him. Fawkes was just being Fawkes. The silence was deafening as no sound was heard. Harry looked up and watched as Sirius opened and closed his mouth making it look as if he was part fish.

"Sirius stop that your not a fish." And with a small click his godfathers mouth closed. "Um, what's going on here, usually when I find myself here and se my godfather I usually get a hug?" This managed to bring Albus out his state of shock as he spoke.

"My dear boy, your dead, I felt your life force dissolve from you but how, how are her…" He stopped as he saw the tell, tell markings on the young mans neck. "By Merlin's beard, you you've been bitten!" Life a flash his head was being turned so that the occupants could get a better view.

"Albus please tell me this isn't what I think it is?" Sirius pleaded with the headmaster.

"I'm sorry Sirius, but it is exactly what it you think it is."

"What is what?" Harry exclaimed.

"My dear boy," Dumbledore started with a sad look upon his face, "you've been bitten by a vampire, which means you have been turned to one as well."

"But I thought Vampires hated the sun light." Stated Sirius.

"Normally you are correct. The only way Harry could be immune to the deadly rays of the sun is to have been bitten by Vlad Dracula. The first vampire. You see vampires have heightened  sensory abilities. They are far stronger and faster than anything except for werewolves." Harry couldn't believe his ears, he was a Vampire. But how, when?

"I don't remember being bitten Professor." Harry stated.

"Most don't child, but this is a first I have ever heard of a child being bitten."

"But what about my schooling and such?"

"That is something we are going to have to work on, also what are we going to tell the Ministry, they believe you to be dead." Harry had just begun to actually accept that he was a real live wizard but now he's a vampire? Don't Vampires need to drink blood to live? "I know what you are thinking Harry, and your right normal food is no longer an option for you. Being a vampire your body is no longer alive as it was, and because of this you will need to drink another source of life, but I can't have you biting other students. Are you feeling hungry or anything of the sort at the moment?"

"No not at the moment."

"Hrm, I guess we will just have to wait and see how long you can go between feedings. But in the mean time you'll have to drink the blood of chickens and such." In Harry's mind his thoughts were mixed together. He didn't know what to think. What was going to happen now? "Now Harry, I trust you won't bite any body at this school, if you do I'll have to expel you. Now Minerva would you please show Mr. Potter to his new chambers on the third floor. This will be your new home Harry, since thins has come to be I feel it will be safer for you to be away from the dorms during school. It is less likely for you to bite anyone if you are alone." Harry nodded and left with his transfiguration instructor hoping that his life wouldn't get any worse.

            That night Harry just laid on the bed, wide awake. His silvery eyes saw everything perfectly with out any light at all. He knew where every bug and rodent stood at that moment. He could feel the change in the wind when something had moved. His ears heard a new sound, a sound that he felt that no mortal, wizard, or witch could possibly hear. It was a soft melody that flowed in the night air. The sounds of the animals that came out during the night to feed, the calls of their mates. This all calmed the new vampire. Then there was a yearning to leave the castle and walk amongst the trees.

            Deep in the forest hidden from mortals sight, The Keep stood housing the first of it's kind. Hidden from the world for eons. The figure stalked through the dark halls searching for something, exactly what he was searching for was not known as of yet. He knew he needed to teach the young one. Teach him the magic of the vampires train him in their way of fighting. Soon the young one's blood lust would hit. His first feeding has not yet come. Stopping in front of a window he called out with his mind, called his newborn, called his son. For the safety of his loved ones the young one must learn to be strong against the evils of his new life. He knew vampirism was a gift and a curse. And it was this curse that he needed to prepare this newborn for.

"Come child, come to me to learn, come to me and be safe." Harry heard in his ears. He stood and walked to the window. He felt that he must go. That his safety and that of his friends were at stake if he didn't. Grabbing his cloak he left his room and soon found himself in the court yard of Hogwarts. Looking above him he saw the silver orb that was the moon, not quite full but almost. In his mind he saw an image of a silver wolf. He saw it running through the forest. Hearing the wind rush past his ears, the smell of the forest was intoxicating. The freshness, and the freedom he felt. Slowly a large stone building came into view. At the entrance stood a man that looked no older than 30. His features were distinct and strong. The figure raised a hand and Harry found himself reaching out to grab hold of it.

"Welcome Mr. Potter, My name is Vlad Tepes Alucard, or better known as Dracula."