A/N: Hello, more to torture you will suspense and sadness for the Noah that I misplaced. This one is quiet short and kind of jumps around quiet a bit, sorry for the vagueness...maybe it's just me, I feel it is very vague or something.

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"The Death Eater's are coming!" Lyric swept around as Truett and Willow ran into the room, "Filch heard your father, he was with ZJ, they said that the Death Eater's are coming to Hogwarts! We've got to get out of here!"

"Where's Dumbledore?" Interstate asked immediately. Lyric looked at him; it sounded like he had a plan.

"He is taking action." A stern voice said from the stairway, Lyric saw a tall figure enter the room. Professor McGonagall. "You are both instructed to stay here until-,"

"No!" Interstate shouted, "I can help, if y'all will get me to a place I need to be, I can get more help! They're just as good as any Auror!"

"And who would aid us so quickly? Mr. Lighting, I need to be sending an owl to the Ministry right away, if you'll excuse me." She said walking to Dumbledore's desk past Lyric. She gave him a swift stare, and he felt extremely less superior under her eyes.

"The vampires." Interstate said stepping infront of her, "The vampires will help us."

"Now that is preposterous!" McGonagall gasped, "They are not trusting, and most are working as Death Eaters, it would be—"

"Take me to France right now!" Interstate yelled, he closed his eyes nervously, Lyric noticed he didn't have his sunglasses on for once. Swiftly Interstate opened his startling turquoise eyes back open, he looked a little dazed, like he had just preformed a difficult curse. There was an odd feeling that came over him, and he even saw Truett and Willow exchange worried glances of wonder.

"Yes, fine," McGonagall said suddenly in an obedient toned voice, "How soon can you return?"

"Give me an hour," Interstate whispered back to his normal quiet voice.

Lyric was still dumbfounded, what had Interstate done to McGonagall? How? And how had he unlocked the cabinet? Was he using dark magic? Lyric hoped not, but deep down he couldn't help but be suspicious, was Interstate really the person everyone was lead to believe he was?

"Lyric, come with me," Interstate said, his eyes now drifting to meet with Lyric's.

Lyric didn't question, whatever Interstate was planning to do with vampires, Lyric felt like he didn't want to miss it, no matter how dangerous this could be. If Interstate was leading Lyric to his death, he would have done it a long time ago; he had had plenty of chances right?

"Where is it you need to go?"

"Le Sang France," Interstate muttered under his breath.

McGonagall nodded, and Lyric went up to Interstate, the witch did the same spell that his father had done on the plane to England, that seemed like ages from now, it all seemed like a fantasy. Was his dad really the same person that had laughed and smiled at every single joke or thing back home? It didn't seem like that was possible anymore.

Nonetheless, he exchanged a look at Interstate, and then looked back at Truett and Willow has he touched the palm of McGonagall's hand.

"Lyric," Willow said suddenly making him jump, he looked over stupidly, "Be careful," she went on to say in a hesitant way, but he heard it loud and clear.

He opened his mouth to reply to her kind eyes and worried look, but right at that moment, the three disappeared to...to what could have very well be a trap. Lyric could be walking straight to his death.

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Interstate looked at Lyric when McGonagall left. He thought about just walking to Le Sang without an explanation, but he didn't think that would be the wisest thing to do...to leave Lyric unprepared for what could happen. "Okay, here's the thing," Interstate whispered looking down the alley they were in. Muggles didn't give them a passing glance.

The air here was freezing cold, it hadn't even reached winter yet, and this whole catastrophe was already happening so soon. But Interstate could see the snow falling in the night air, making everything seem brighter than it really was.

"Yes, please tell me the thing." Lyric hissed, "What have you dragged me into this time? I'm not going to get shot am I?"

Interstate glared, "These people..." he said with a sigh, "These people are the first people who ever...ever excepted me. They're vampires, purebloods. But the thing is, they're different—"

"How can they be different?" Lyric snapped, "There is no difference. Vampires are twenty-four hour seven days a week werewolves! Are you using dark magic?"

Interstate winced at his last comment, and chose for the time being to ignore it, "But-but vampires are neutral, only recently they've been taking sides. I don't know how Voldemort has done it, but I think I can get these guys to help us out. Most of them need revenge, some action, Death Eater's have killed a lot of their families—"

"How do you know that?"

"Because each and everyone of them has the same past. If it wasn't a Death Eater that did it, it was someone else with evil plans. They excepted vampirism because they all had nothing left. I just want you to know that before we do this. And another thing, they might ask you questions, just answer all of them with no lies okay?"

"I'm not going with you unless you tell me how you can do what you did to McGonagall—"

Interstate shook his head, "Lyric, there isn't time for that, okay? Will you trust me now more than ever? I'm not trying to hurt anyone, I'm trying to help them, you have to understand. And if you can't understand it, than please, just believe me...I'm asking you to trust me."

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Lyric nodded, his voice had sounded very serious, and he had an idea that Interstate would leave him in the snow if he didn't agree. He had no other choice did he? He couldn't disappear or anything special, he was trapped even now...

Hesitantly he followed after Interstate into the darkness of the small cramped alley they were in. He was again reminded that Christmas was getting closer. Lyric saw Interstate stop at one of the back doors to the buildings on either side, and he was getting a bad feeling as Interstate opened the door walking inside. Lyric wanted to stay close, and practically ran right into Interstate when they walked in. They went through a small dark entrance; all he saw was black. The ceiling, the floor, the walls, go figure, he had expected it.

"Just be careful, and don't drink anything that anyone gives you," Interstate said, Lyric could barely make out his figure in the dim light, before he pushed open a separate door.

As if the sound had been suddenly switched back on, Lyric was blasted away at the sound of heavy rock music. He winced at the noise, it hurt his sensitive ears to hear it...or maybe it wasn't loud at all, just loud to him.

There were a lot of people in the place, it was basically a bar, he figured that out, there were people everywhere, and when he meant everywhere, he meant it with all of his soul. He stayed even closer to Interstate, figuring it would be easy for them to get separated. Interstate wasn't having a hard time at all going through any of the crowd, and thankfully, the crowd thinned out the farther away they got.

"C'mon," Interstate said with lasting encouragement as they went through the last of the throng. Lyric was about to follow when he felt himself get swung around and shoved into the nearest wall.

He really hadn't been expecting that at all, nor had he been expecting the words that followed, "You aren't even a half breed,"

Lyric looked up into black eyes and surveyed who had done this, it was a man, he looked the age of his dad, young twenties, and he was pressing extremely hard on Lyric's chest. He was dressed in black, with a dark coat that reached to the floor. He felt like he was a defenseless mortal confronted by Neo from the Matrix. This was trouble. Lyric was glad that he hadn't allowed himself to let out any sort of noise that would inquire he was in crucial pain.

"Well? What are you doing here?" The man asked pressing harder and leaning closer, Lyric saw the sharp white flash of inch long fangs and decided to not even try to struggle away. His accent was French, which meant he was a local. Great.

He'd never, ever meant a vampire before, not a full blood one; these guys were nasty he would soon learn. The man's skin was the color of paper almost, and it contrasted extremely well with his jet black hair and eyes. He looked clean, unlike what Lyric had been expecting of a vampire, and almost well...high class in a Gothic sort of way. That made him even more worried, surely if he was as important as he look and sounded, than no one would care if he rammed in Lyric's skull...

What had he gotten himself into?

Damn you Noah, you're going to get me killed, Lyric though miserably.