A/N: Oh boy, just what you all need, more long stuff to read right? Well, it goes pretty fast sense they talk a lot in this one. Lucky PT and Forky as I always say...or are saying now. Sorry for posting so much guys, I know you haven't been really reading it much so if you do decide to catch up...I feel bad for the long posts. ::hangs head:: I miss the message boards so much!! ::cries::

"Listen, I need your help," a voice said next to the two, Lyric looked frantically and saw Interstate come to his rescue. The vampire averted his gaze at the speaker, and Lyric's rescuer, and dropped Lyric back to the ground with a thud.

"Ow," Lyric murmured under his breath, but he knew no one had heard him, or they had, and didn't care. He looked back up and saw that Interstate and him were very well in fact, surrounded by vampires, they were guys and girls, he hadn't seen them before, but he was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. All of them were wearing black, all of them made it look like they belonged into there own little click, even Interstate looked like he belonged.

"Hey little guy, who's this idiot?" The vampire asked jabbing his thumb towards Lyric.

"I am not an idiot," Lyric said brushing himself off and crossing his arms.

"If I say you're an idiot, you are an idiot Américain," The vampire hissed tuning back around towards Lyric and baring his fangs.

"Idiot, oh yeah, defiantly, I'm an idiot, the biggest of them all in fact," Lyric said quickly nodding his head for emphasis.

"Bam," Interstate said softly, "Uh, his name's Lyric, he's a quarter werewolf, his dad's Noah Lupin."

"Lupin," The vampire laughed, "Of course, aren't you supposed to be in school or something? Learning how to do stuff with sticks and saying nonsense words?"

"Can we talk alone?"

"Des enfants, enfants, que peut-il être maintenant?" the vampire named Bam said in a sarcastic tone, the crowd seemed to part when he started walking through it. Lyric was sure of it, he was defiantly high class after all, and very respected.

"So...that vampire's name is Bam? Does he like skateboarding? What about Slayer? Does he have a friend named Rabb Himself? Does he still live with his parents? It seems to me that yes, his life does seem to be one big party, if you know what I mean," He murmured looking around, "Are all the vampires here French?" Lyric asked in a whisper to Interstate.

"Américain," Bam said in a hiss, "Stupid, stupid," he muttered in English walking through a door that looked like it blended into the wall.

"I think he likes ya," Interstate said following Bam into the room, Lyric jumped right in behind him, and was uncomfortably followed by all the other vampires, they practically pushed him inside of the room, he was getting a strong feeling that he wasn't welcome.

And these people were supposed to help beat Voldemort?

"What is your problem Interstate Lightning?" Bam asked turning around and facing the two boys. The room they were in was painted a glistening black, and the only thing inside were candles. There was no furniture, no nothing, the other vampires just seemed to file in around their leader, Interstate even seemed a little bit nervous as the door was shut with a snap behind them.

"You have to help us," Interstate pleaded suddenly, Lyric had never seen him like this before, he'd never seemed the type.

"What's wrong now?"

"The Death Eaters are going to attack Hogwarts, we need extra help, there aren't enough Aura's and Dumbledore...he can't do this anymore! Noah Lupin has lost it, and my mom, or...the thing that took over my mom, she's evil as hell and there going to take Hogwarts right over Bam you have to help okay? You have to do this, you can't—"

"I've never seen you like this," Bam snapped suddenly, "What the hell has happened to you? You've been hanging around humans too long. Don't think I haven't seen the Faux Prophète,"

What, Lyric thought to Interstate who shook his head quickly.

The False Prophet...it's the nickname they give The Daily Prophet, Interstate replied back.

The vampire, Bam's eyes moved from Lyric to Interstate in a slightly suspicious look. "What's in it for us?" Bam asked suddenly, crossing his arms.

Interstate smiled suddenly, lifting his chin up bravely, "You get to kick the Death Eaters asses, you have a slight chance of becoming a hero, and I doubt the Ministry will care if you drink any of these guy's blood," Interstate said. Bam seemed to nod, but then Interstate went on a little more cautiously, "Of course, you might not want to kill them by drinking, because these guys might need to be held for questioning or something."

With that comment, there were groans from almost every person in the room. "What about the werewolf?" Bam asked looking at Lyric while he spoke.

"Don't hurt him if you find him, but bring him back to Dumbledore or The Ministry...anyone in charge I suppose," Interstate whispered exchanging a glance with Lyric.

"And what of your name Interstate Lightning? Will you be wanting your name in the midst of all of this chaos?"

"No, not unless you want me as your enemy," Interstate answered in a sweet sounding sarcastic voice. Lyric couldn't tell if he was serious or not.

"Do you hear the rules everyone?" Bam called out to the room, like this was some kind of game to entertain them all, "Break them, and the Ministry will do worse than me, no?"

"Does this mean you're going to help?" Interstate asked quietly.

"We haven't had some action in awhile, sure, why not?"

"Thank you Bam," Interstate answered, "I'm trusting you..."

"I won't let you down," Bam said in a now lowered voice, "But I don't know about some of these others, believe me, I won't hesitate to kill them if they change sides."

It was black and white to them all, Lyric realized, you were either good, or you were bad, and that's the only way the vampires must have seen it. What about his dad? What was going to happen to Noah? And if Interstate was really doing the miracles Lyric had seen him perform, like healing his own wound, were these guys able to do the same? Lyric wished he had read up on vampires more than he had. What exactly were they capable of? How come the Ministry didn't know about these things?

"Where are we going?" Bam asked raising an eyebrow.

"How about outside The Great Hall?" Interstate asked looking over to Lyric.

"Sure," he said dryly.

"If any of you bite any of the students...I'll kill you," Interstate whispered, pulling out the silver gun from inside his robes, Lyric was beginning to think he took it everywhere with him.

"As will I," Bam added eagerly. Lyric didn't trust him. He didn't trust any of them at all. No other vampire had said a word through this whole ordeal, they had only eyed him from head to toe suspiciously, maybe trying to figure him out.

"Can you knock vampires out with your Sight?" Interstate asked quietly in Lyric's ear.

"I don't know, I've never—"

"I'm going to ask you to try if...if they betray us," He said, "Bam won't...I swear Bam won't, but the others might."

"What makes you trust him?"

"He's the only one that knows my name besides my parents," Interstate said softly, and then added, "I have to."

"How are we going to get back?"

"You don't know much of our kind do you?" Bam said suddenly, turning back from the conversation he had been having with a few other important looking vampires.

"Uh..."

"We Apparate," he answered, "All of us can."

"But isn't that illegal—?"

"Do you think it stopped us Américain?"

"Can you?" Lyric asked looking nervously at Interstate.

"Yes," Interstate answered breathlessly, "I can."

"This is illegal as hell..." Lyric murmured under his breath when Bam gave a half-smile, his fangs barely showing. Lyric took a notice that vampires didn't smile much at all, that must have been why Interstate hadn't done anything that drastic before too.

"Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry it is!" Bam called out among the vampires, "I don't expect all of you to come, but please, some stay behind and spread the word to others. Let me remind you," Bam said in a serious sounding voice, almost hauntingly deadly, "Betrayers will end up in Azkaban, and you'll die within weeks without blood. You will starve just like the others of our kind have. Those who escape, I will hunt and kill personally. With that said, for once, let us take part in the wizard world of events. Earn a few headlines, this is the dawn of a new age."

Interstate had already taken out his wand, and muttered the spell that would allow Lyric to come with him through Apparating. Lyric should have figured Interstate could do this. What couldn't he do? The guy was almost un-beatable. Lyric would soon learn his faults...

"Ready?" Interstate whispered quietly.

"Ready," Lyric replied grasping the vampires cold hand, but the truth was, his was cold too...