Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

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"Bill! It's so nice to see you," Mrs. Weasley hugged her firstborn with enough force to crack his ribs, figuratively speaking.

"Hi mum," he smiled as he strained on his voice.

"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley," Fleur smiled at the woman. Blinking in surprise, Molly returned her smile.

"Good morning," she greeted. Bill took this as a cue to introduce them.

"Mum, this is Fleur Delacour, Fleur, my mom," he said with pride.

"Delacour? As in the Beauxbaton's champion in the tri-wizard competition Delacour?" Molly gaped. "It's a pleasure."

"It's an honor to meet you," Fleur smiled at her warmness. Molly's smile was warm enough to heat the entire house in winter but something told her that the love of her family fueled the fire of her heart.

"What a nice girl," she smiled. "Have you eaten yet?"

"Well, we got..." Bill began but he never had the chance to finish.

"Sit down," Molly said lovingly. Almost immediately, he sat down. Fleur tried to stifle a giggle. Here was the best curse breaker Gringotts had that faced mummies, vampires and recently zombies and he was being ordered around by someone he feared more; his mother.

"You should teach me that sometimes," Fleur said in good nature.

"Certainly, my dear," Molly smiled at her as she served them breakfast.

"What brings you here?" his mother asked.

"I already told you, mum," Bill sighed as he took a bite out of his sausage.

"But I didn't understand anything from your letter," Molly smirked.

"I needed something in London for a case," he said.

"Case?"

"It's about the recent Death Eater attacks," Fleur said. Molly almost dropped the pan she was holding.

"Pardon?" she asked, her voice shook.

"I think you phrased it wrong," Bill scratched his head. "What she meant was the recent attacks upon the Death Eaters." His mother froze.

"I think that's worse," Molly sighed. "What are you two doing with a case like that?"

"To get to the truth," Fleur sighed.

"I heard that it was a monster that killed all those Death Eaters," Molly sat down and looked at her son sternly. "What is it?"

"It's not actually a monster," Bill said but looking at his mother, he sighed. "It was a son of one."

"What kind?" Molly asked.

"Vampire," Fleur said.

"Vampires!" Molly stood up and placed her hands on the table. "I will not have it!"

"Mum, relax," Bill urged her.

"Relax? You are after vampires and you are telling me to relax?"

"Please?" he pleaded. With a final sigh, Molly sat down again.

"Vampires," she huffed. "There's not a decent vampire since Serge Dracula."

"Serge?" both of them asked in unison.

"He was Vladimir's great, great grandfather," Molly took a glass and poured herself a drink. "Vladimir's line was the foulest. His great grandfather was banished from Serge's court for killing an innocent girl. He did not tolerate murder by his own to his subjects. But he didn't want to kill his own son.

A few years later, Serge was killed by his son and took the title Count. The people lived in fear since then." Molly sipped on her drink as she looked at her son. "Serge was the leader of the dark creatures and his heirs could control them as well. But he never used them to do harm to anyone."

"Did Serge had anymore children?" Bill asked.

"Two, but they died," Molly said regretfully. "The true heirs of Dracula. If they surfaced, it may be hell on Earth."

"Why?" Fleur asked confusingly.

"The Fury of Dracula will envelop his enemies in the flames of vengeance and his fury will cleanse the earth," Molly sighed. "I did a dissertation about the Heirs of Dracula in my seventh year. Sadly the only vampires that was welcomed into the world of wizards were all dead."

"Aren't they already dead in the first place?" Bill asked. Molly looked at her son before laughing.

"You know what I mean," Molly smiled.

"Can these heirs be identified?" Fleur asked. Molly pondered on the question for a moment.

"The only telltale evidence of the heirs is ruby, amber and amethyst."

"What?" they asked in unison.

"That's the riddle," Molly frowned, trying to remember the riddle. "Ruby is the sight of blood, amber is the sight of light and amethyst is the sight of what they hold dear in their hearts. All of them open the windows to the deepest part of a person's being."

"What does that mean?" Bill asked.

"That's the only part of my dissertation that I was completely curious about. When you figure it out, tell me." She stood and smiled at them. "Well, I'll just leave you two alone. If you need anything..." she smiled at Fleur and left the dining room. Once his mother was out of hearing, Bill sighed.

"Oh no," he groaned. Fleur looked at him in confusion.

"What is it?" she asked. Bill had an expression of exasperation that she knew it was bad.

"It's mum," he said as if that statement was answer enough.

"What about her?" she asked.

"It's nothing," he sighed and smiled at her. But her woman's intuition was tell her otherwise.

"Come now," she said. Bill looked at her warily and then continued.

"She thinks we're... well..."

"We're what?" she was starting to get impatient. But seeing the look on his face, it dawned on her.

"She thinks that we're a couple," Bill finally said.

Fleur was speechless.

"I do not know how to react to that," she said. Truthfully, she didn't know if she would be abashed, blush or give the concept more thought. The latter two are the most promising.

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Gabby licked the chocolate seductively from her fingers as she sucked on a strawberry making Alucard gulp.

She giggled as she saw his expression. Alucard sighed and shook his head.

"I'm not sure how to say this but I'm afraid of you," he said.

"Of me?" she teased. "Why?" Alucard smirked.

"You can make men into putty with your wiles," he said.

"And that makes you scared?" she asked.

"It makes me protective," he said softly. "Please leave some strawberries for the topping, the cakes almost done." Gabby sighed as she leaned on the kitchen table.

"What does my blood taste like?" she suddenly asked making Alucard flinch.

"What brought that up?" he asked nervously. He looked at her suspiciously as she looked at him curiously.

"Just curious," she smiled. "You did have a taste." Her eyes darkened as a realization struck her. "Are you going to kill me and drink my blood?" she asked seriously without emotion. Alucard smiled softly and inched towards her.

"I will never let harm come to you," he said sincerely. "I had made a pact when I tasted your blood that demands me to protect you at all cost. I will never harm you myself even if I was tempted to drink your blood last Halloween."

I know," she visibly relaxed.

"You don't trust me," that wasn't a question. Alucard was visibly hurt when he said it. Guilt entered her body as she saw him. He was really hurting and she had caused it.

"I do," she said. But Alucard's face was passive. "I'm sorry," she said as she wrapped her arms around him.

"It's just that no one ever trusted me before," Alucard looked away from her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered as she rested her head on the nook of his neck.

"It's alright," he smiled. "Sometimes I doubt myself."

"Don't," she kissed him on the cheek. "You don't have any reason to."

"You're always right," he smiled as he hugged her, bringing her closer to him.

At that time, he didn't feel alone.

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