Harry closed his eyes and sighed, leaning farther back against the tree he was sitting by. His eyes had begun to ache again. Harry enjoyed being out in the sun every once in a while, it was a nice change of pace. Don't get him wrong, he naturally prefers the dark to the sunlight, but the sun could be a beautiful thing. The only problem with that was that he could never last over an hour in the sun without getting a rather painful pounding headache.

Harry closed the large book he was reading and regained his feet, heading inside the house. He was away from school on summer vacation, spending his holiday laying around and relaxing. He headed out of the beautiful sunlit yard and inside the large, Victorian style house. Proceeding straight through the house, he ended up in the library. He dropped down onto the couch and stretched out, opening his large tomb of a book once again. Although Harry missed his friends in the summer, he enjoyed spending all the time he could with his godfather, the man he loved like a father and best friend all in one. With a deep sigh, Harry settled back down to finish Advanced Transfiguration: Book Two.

"You know it's not healthy for you to spend all your time in here." Harry looked up and smiled, seeing his grinning godfather standing in the library doorway.

"Actually, it's proven fact that it's unhealthy for me to spend to much time outside." Harry said, grinning back.

"Right, well you don't have to spend your time reading." Sirius replied, feigning disgust. "You've turned out to be a bigger bookworm than your mother, which is tough to beat."

"You're back early, the meeting usually takes longer." Harry raised an eyebrow. Sirius met with Dumbledore every summer, and the meeting usually took hours, the main topic of discussion being Harry himself.

"About that..we need to talk." Sirius said, coming inside and taking a seat on the couch across from Harry. Harry's smile faded as he moved to sit up straight. He knew that tone, and Sirius was about to tell him something he didn't want to hear.

"What's wrong?" asked Harry.

"Nothings wrong, Harry. We just have to discuss something." Sirius sighed, "We've been expecting this for a while. We can't hide forever Harry. Dumbledore thinks it's time we moved back, he want's to prepare you to fulfill the prophesy."

Harry caught on immediately. How could he not? He'd been secretly dreading this moment for a long time, and he wasn't going to accept it. "Why?" he shouted, jumping up from his seat. "We're fine here! My school is here, my friends are here, EVERYTHING is here!"

"Harry! Calm down!" Sirius shouted over Harry's ranting, standing up and placing his hands on Harry's shoulders. "You can't run from the prophesy. There's no one better to teach you than Dumbledore."

"Why NOW?" Harry said, raising his voice once again. "I'm only going into my third year! You said that I didn't have to go until sixth or seventh!"

"Hogwart's is much bigger than the Academy, you'll make tons of friends in no time. And I'm getting a flat at Hogsmeade, so you can visit me any time."

"You haven't answered my question." Harry replied, sitting back down. Sirius followed suit and retook his seat as well. Harry stared at Sirius, looking for an answer.

"It's not up for negotiation." Sirius stated firmly, "We're moving in a week." With that, Sirius stood and silently exited the room. He really hated to do this to Harry, but he would rather this than see him die at the hands of the Dark Lord, and if Dumbledore thought that Harry was ready to begin training, than he would do it.

Harry was still staring straight ahead in a state of shock. Never had Sirius been this firm about something. Harry always seemed to be able to convince him to a different option. This was too much for Harry to take in all at once. He was leaving everything he knew, moving to a new school, hell, even a new continent.

Harry watched as Sirius tapped a brick on the wall in the back of The Leaky Cauldron. The bricks opened up immediately, forming a doorway into what Sirius described to him as Diagon Alley. The two wizards stepped through the doorway, hearing the bricks close back behind them as soon as they passed through. Although Harry was still showing no emotion, grudgingly following Sirius as he showed him around London, he had to admit that Diagon Alley was nothing like the Wizard streets in American. He hated to admit it, but these shops looked much bigger and better than anything he had ever seen.

"Ok, here's your list." Sirius said, producing Harry's letter of acceptance to Hogwarts. "Let's go get your school books first."

Harry remained behind his mask of stone as Sirius led him up the street. The pair were stopped several times before reaching the shop, people shouting out to Sirius and grinning like mad as they rushed over to greet him. It was no surprise to Harry that so many other wizards knew Sirius. Hogwarts was a seven year school, and hence students across 15 different years had seen and known Sirius there. From what Harry could tell from the stories of the Marauders, Sirius and his father had been a popular pair right from their first year, so it was by no means shocking that so many random people off the street would run up and act like seeing him after all these years was a gift from god. After all, Sirius was one of the most likeable you could meet, handsome and funny with mischievous blue eyes. Harry had always secretly admired the way Sirius could get his hair to look perfect without even trying, but asking Sirius if there was any hope for taming his own hair was beyond his dignity, seeing as how Sirius would never stop taunting him about it.

After Sirius had completed his 'catching up' with the various old friends he had encountered, an exasperated, but still grudging Harry followed him into Flourish and Blotts. The shop was beautiful in Harry's eyes, never ending rows of books on every topic you could ever think of. Harry could only curse the shops back in the United States, the biggest of them was only half this size. It was only Harry's years of training at mastering his outward emotions that allowed him to keep up the mask of indifference he wore. On any other day, preferably where he wasn't pissed at Sirius, he would've been running through the aisles. Well, maybe not running, vampires were naturally calm and collected, but he WOULD walk at a brisk pace.

Sirius had always been the only one to see through Harry's masks, not that he needed the ability to know that Harry was itching to thoroughly explore the shop. Harry let out a low, barely audible snarl at seeing the mischief in his godfathers eyes. Sirius put on an extremely bad show of loudly and dramatically proclaiming that they were running late, and needed to hurry. Every person in a ten foot radius of the pair turned to glance at them, hearing Sirius' unusually loud tone. Harry's eyes lit in angry green flame as Sirius walked, at a brisk pace, collecting the books required for third year Hogwarts students.

Sirius inwardly laughed at Harry's seething stare as he sped up even more to get Harry's last required book, Unfogging the future. Sirius had always believed that the subject was complete trash unless you were naturally blessed with the rare gift of sight. The mischief in his eyes sparkled even more at the thought of how much it would annoy his godson to have to take it. Harry hated guess work, always focusing on the systematic approach. He recalled the day before when he had helped Harry choose his elective classes, and had subtly suggested divination, saying it was an extremely interesting subject. As Sirius reached the decorated corner that focused on divination texts, he spotted a large tomb that had a large picture of The Grim embellished on the front. He suppressed a grin, wondering if his animagus form was a dog because of his unwavering loyalty, like James had suggested, or if it was because of the prank potential in looking like The Grim. I'll have to follow that old bat divination teacher around when I visit Hogwarts, he thought. The thought of how the divination teacher would react to The Grim following her through the halls of Hogwarts was enough to make him break out in hysterical laughter right then and there.

What's got him so happy, Harry thought, as he saw Sirius returning from the far corner of the shop with his divination book in hand. His hurried look was gone, and he looked like he would burst out in laughter at any moment. Harry scowled as Sirius spotted him staring, and schooled his expression into the hurried look once again. He brushed past Harry and dramatically dashed to the check out counter, just barely beating an old man who had been approaching from the opposite direction. He released a large sigh of relief at beating the man to the counter, and once more loudly called out to Harry that they were late, and needed to hurry. Harry's scowl deepened as all of the customers in the area turned to look at him, obviously curious as to who was accompanying the handsome, and extremely loud black haired.

After hurriedly and profusely thanking the store clerk for completing the transaction so quickly, Sirius led a seething Harry back out onto the cobbled street of Diagon Alley. "Well, what do you say we stop for a break and get an ice cream?" he asked innocently, looking sideways at Harry.

"Fine, whatever." Harry mumbled angrily.

"Great!" Sirius said, leading Harry to a nearby ice cream parlor and sitting him down at a table outside. "I'll be right back."

With that, Sirius left to buy the ice cream inside, leaving an extremely disgruntled Harry outside. Harry had always hated being on the butt end of Sirius' jokes, but this was torture! Separating Harry from the largest book store he had ever been in was below the belt, in his opinion. He entertained the idea of just leaving and going back down the street to the store, but Sirius would know exactly where he would be, and he loathed the look of mixed victory and amusement that Sirius would have when he found him. So, he just sat there and entertained himself by spotting strange characters on the street, and trying to figure out just what they were. He had only counted a hag, and what smelled like a werewolf, before his game was interrupted by the feeling of eyes on him. He turned his head to the left and scanned the crowd, looking for the pair of eyes that his vampire instincts had felt focus on him. He didn't have to search far before his gaze fell on the entrance to Flourish and blotts. Just outside, stood a tall, straight backed man, with long white blonde hair and an air of royalty about him. However, this man was looking in the opposite direction, down a dodgy looking street that Sirius had warned him was full of underground dark arts dealings. Quickly losing interest in the man, Harry's gaze fell a little lower to his left side.

The boy looked like an exact copy of the man to his right, except his hair was much shorter and fashionably slicked back. He was about Harry's age with the same straight backed air of royalty that his father gave off, and he was looking straight at Harry. It was obvious that the boy had just come out of the shop behind him, and Harry quickly deduced that he had seen Sirius' scene in the shop. Harry watched as the man, who was evidently the boy's father, muttered a few words to him and took off towards the dodgy looking alley, not even sparing him a second glance. The boy, however, hadn't even shifted his gaze, just gave a short nod of understanding. Not a normal father-son relationship, Harry thought dryly. At least he hadn't taken his son with him into the alley, most likely sparing him from contact with people who were doing things they shouldn't be.

Harry was broken out of his thought process as the boy began to walk through the crowd, straight towards him. He didn't need his vampiric eye sight to see that the boy was as handsome, and impeccably dressed as his father. Well, handsome probably wasn't the right word, handsome described a man, and while this boy held the same superior look as his father had, it didn't mask the young, angelic face behind it. Someone has a serious superiority complex, Harry thought, raising an eyebrow as the boy closed the last few steps between them and stopped.

"Hello." Harry said, his eyebrow still raised as he leaned back in his chair to give himself an extremely calm and comfortable look. He grinned inwardly as he saw the surprised look in the boy's eyes at Harry being unaffected by his superiority.

"Hello. I don't believe we've met, I'm Draco Malfoy." the boy offered his hand, a superior smirk on his face. Harry leaned forward and loosely shook the hand with a relaxed grace, before leaning even farther back into his chair so that it was only sitting on the two back legs. Neither boy spoke, before Malfoy finally broke the silence. "Usually, when someone gives you there name and shakes your hand, you give them your name in return." the boys smirked increased.

"Really?" Harry said, leaning the chair even farther back and lazily draping one arm off the arm rest on the side. "Well I never did believe in those silly old traditions." he casually waved it off and appeared uninterested, shifting his gaze to the right and surveying the street. This had the desired effect on the other boy, and his smirk turned into a scowl.

"I've never seen you before." the boy said, a little coldly. Harry shifted his uninterested eyes to the grey ones of the other boy's, and raised both eyebrows in a 'You must be stupid.' look. Or it could have been a 'Why are you still here?' look, depending on how pissed off the boy was.

"Not the sharpest knife in the drawer, are you?" Harry responded in the same uninterested voice, before shifting his gaze off of the boy once again. The boy seethed in anger now, his scowl deepening.

"I know everyone of your age in this area. So you're new." the boy said, pride sneaking into his voice. Harry lazily turned his head back to the boy with an exasperated look.

"Yes -- I'm -- New." he replied, sounding out the words slowly as if trying to teach a toddler to speak English. This time, Harry didn't turn away, but stared up at the boy as if to see that the words sunk in.

"So what's your name?" the boy said, gritting his teeth. Harry knew why he was asking. He had obviously grown up in a stuck up pureblood family like Sirius' had been, and a last name would inform the boy of Harry's bloodiness, telling him what insults he should be using. The words mudblood, half-blood, and blood traitor were probably all on the tip of his tongue, and all he needed was the last name in order to use one. Unfortunately for Harry, his last name spoke volumes more than the quality of his blood.

"No, see your not ready for names yet. You need to work your way up from those three letter words." Harry said, still acting as if he were addressing a toddler. At this the boy visibly seethed, his scowl deepening into pure hatred. Harry thought he would blow up at any moment, but he suddenly closed his eyes, relaxing and taking a few breaths before the scowl dropped from his face. Harry's eyebrows shot up again, this time in mild surprise. After a few seconds the boy opened his eyes again, this time just a small frown on his face.

"I just came over here to introduce myself, What's wrong with you?" he asked, the frown deepening. Something deep within Harry told him this was out of character for the boy. Maybe it was his vampire senses, or maybe it was the strange look in the boy's eyes, some shadowed emotion that he couldn't hold back. His face, however, was schooled into a perfect mask of slight disapproval and unhappiness. But the boy was unable to stop the true emotion in his eyes. Somehow, that strange glint in his eyes effected Harry, who slowly dropped his taunting look.

Harry was about to respond with an apology and politely send the boy away, when a hand came down from behind and rested on his shoulder in a familiar fashion. Malfoy scowled, and looked up into the slightly disapproving eyes of Sirius Black.

"You must be the spawn of Lucius Malfoy." Sirius said, in a detached, almost cold tone. It was not a question, but a statement. The young boy's scowl turned into a sneer.

"Very perceptive of you, Black." he responded.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, "I never gave you my name."

"You didn't need to, I've seen your picture. Your mother missed one when she was purifying your residence of all evidence that she gave birth to a blood traitor." the boy sneered.

"I think it would be in your best interest to leave now." the cold in Sirius' voice was unmistakable this time. The boy must have agreed with the statement, because with one last sneer, he turned and walked back in the direction where his father went. Harry and Sirius stood still, watching the retreating form, one burning with an old flame of hatred, and one contemplating the encounter. Before walking around the corner and out of sight, Malfoy gave one last look over his shoulder, locking eyes with Harry. It was only for a split second, but Harry thought he saw the same strange glint in his eye as before. Harry was further contemplating the young thirteen year old boy, when Sirius broke him out of his thoughts by moving and sitting down, handing over one of the ice creams he had in hand.

"Why were you talking to a Malfoy?" Sirius raised an eyebrow at Harry from across the table.

"He came over here to introduce himself." Harry shrugged nonchalantly, licking at his ice cream. Even though his half human blood allowed him to eat, he didn't do it more than a meal a day. He DID have an extremely developed sweet tooth, though. For some reason, Sirius always found this funny, a horrible nasty dark creature loving chocolates and other assorted sweets. But now his expressionless face held no laughter.

"Did you give him your name?" Sirius questioned, to which Harry gave a shake of his head. Sirius sighed out loud. "If he's anything like Lucius, he'll hate you once he knows it. If he asks his father about me, than he'll know who you are soon enough ... What happened?"

"What do you think happened?" Harry said, still nonchalant. "I was in a bad mood, he started talking to me. You know what they say, nothing helps a bad mood like spreading it around."

Sirius chuckled at the reply, and started in on his ice cream as well. The pair quickly finished their ice cream, and Sirius led Harry to the other shops they needed to get to. Harry seemed to give up his grudging attitude, deciding he had tortured his godfather enough. Sirius pointed out several kids he saw that Harry would most likely see at Hogwarts. If the child was with a parent that he recognized, he would inform Harry of the background of the family, and Harry stored the information away for later use. It was almost as if the pair could communicate telepathically, having such a close father-son relationship over the past twelve years. Harry's love and adoration for his godfather was so obvious that it practically radiated off of him. The fact that Harry would only completely let his guard down in the presence of Sirius spoke volumes about the relationship they shared. It was most definitely closer than most father-son type relationships. Most of the time Sirius was like the perfect big brother, and other times he was the wise father, but most of the time he was the kid that liked to plan pranks with his younger godson.

After finally finishing the required shopping, Sirius led Harry back to Flourish and Blotts. The boy smiled in thanks before leaving Sirius at the front and running through the aisles. Well, not running, but walking at a brisk pace. After a while Sirius found Harry in an aisle of books that contained information on various banishing spells. Sirius mentioned that Harry already knew one, and it was in a spell book he had. This led Harry off on a rant about how incompetent the charms professor must be to assign only Standard Book of Spells: Level Three for the entire year. Sirius could only roll his eyes as Harry went on for 15 minutes about how stupid the author of the book must be to think that they could fit a category as large as charms into one book. This was, according to Harry, an idiotic idea at best. As he ranted, Harry led Sirius through the entire store, scanning aisles and grabbing interesting books at random, then throwing them behind him for Sirius to levitate with the rest.

An hour later the pair could be found at a reading table in the store, surrounded by over 10 books. The air between the two was not relaxed.

"It's not like we can't afford it!" Harry argued, "I could steal five times the cost of these right out of the Black fortune vault, and the next time you look, you wouldn't even notice it was gone, much less miss it!"

Sirius sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Harry, what are you going to do with a book titled 'One man's trash is another man's treasure: A listing of forgotten spells previously deemed useless.'?"

"What's wrong with it?" Harry cried indignantly. "Times are changing! Some of these spells may be much more useful today than they were three hundred years ago! The fire freezing charm was extremely useful in the Salem Witch Trials, but how many people know it today?"

Sirius let out another exasperated sigh, knowing that he couldn't out do his godson's logic, and stood up from his chair, flicking his wand and levitating all of the books in front of him. Harry stood as well, rewarding the action with one of his most angelic and child like smile. Sirius loved to see those smiles from his godson, a look of complete bliss. Harry walked over and warmly hugged his godfather, briefly resting his head on the mans chest and mumbling a quick thanks. Sirius returned the hug with his wandless hand, wrapping his arm around Harry's neck and ruffling his hair and messing it up even more.

After a rather long checkout, during which the clerk kept sending strange glances at Harry, wondering why a little boy was getting such advanced and strange books (including one on banishing charms alone), the pair finally made it back out into the alley. The sun was almost completely gone in the sky, and Harry led Sirius back to the leaky cauldron, having easily remembered the way, and not wanting the large stake of books hovering in front of him if he were to walk behind Sirius, who was lazily levitating the large pile of books, school materials, and Harry's new trunk behind him. Perhaps it was his vampiric nature, or maybe his personality, but Harry enjoyed attention. Actually, he hated it with a passion. Sirius seemed to love it thought, grinning like mad as people sent him incredulous looks at seeing the large stack of objects behind him.

After returning the items to their room, the pair went down to the Leaky Cauldron and took seats at the bar, getting both getting butterbeers, and Sirius getting food, from which Harry would occasionally pick from.

"So, you never told me about the Malfoy's." Harry said, giving Sirius a sideways glance. Sirius shifted, slightly uncomfortable.

"Lucius Malfoy was in Voldemort's inner circle." Sirius said quietly, as if to avoid any eavesdroppers. Harry contemplated this for a few seconds before speaking up again.

"But it's not like you to judge his child like that, just because he's an asshole." Harry said bluntly, obviously confused by Sirius' actions earlier in the day. Sirius answered with the same exasperated sigh.

"You don't know Lucius Malfoy, Harry. He's just the type that would twist and mold his son to be exactly like him, follow his every order, and believe all of his words as the truth. And while his mother wouldn't do that, she would not interfere with it, either. I would place large amounts of money that the boy is exactly like his father. When the next Dark Lord rises, whether it be Tom Riddle, or some other fool, Draco Malfoy will eventually be involved with him. Until that happens, the Malfoy's will continue to act as if their bloodiness makes them superior to all others."

There's much more to Draco Malfoy than being the son of his father, thought Harry, remembering the strange glint in his eye, and the odd, uncharacteristic actions. The meal was finished in quiet contemplation, Sirius slowly eating with a grace that had been forced into him during his childhood, and Harry occasionally picking food off of the plate with his hand. It was Sirius who finally broke the silence, suddenly noticing that the plate was empty, and wondering how long ago the food had been finished. He motioned to the waiter and shoved some coins into his hand, then tapped Harry on the shoulder, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"We have to get up early tomorrow to get to Kings Cross, but we have some time. Do you still want a familiar? Your allowed to have them at Hogwarts." Sirius said, tapping the bricks on the back wall of the small pub, and leading Harry into Diagon Alley once again.

"Really?" Harry looked up, that smile coming to his face again. "Let's go then!"

Sirius laughed as Harry grabbed his arm and pulled him into the magical animal shop that he had noticed earlier while passing by. Sirius grinned at Harry's look of amazement at the shop. There was a giant bird cage just inside, containing over a hundred different Owl's of all types. Harry gawked at the Owl's and Sirius was about to point out a beautiful snowy white owl, when Harry tugged at his arm and dragged him further into the store.

"You don't want an owl?" Sirius questioned curiously. Harry turned to look at him a second, a lopsided smile on his face.

"Naa, everyone has an owl, and they just sleep all the time until you wanna send a letter, then they expect a treat every time they bring you a letter. What kind of familiar only spends a few minutes with you each week?"

Sirius chuckled at Harry's..different outlook on things, and aloud himself to be dragged down a row of assorted rats and other small animals. "So what were you thinking?"

"Umm I dunno.." Harry said distractedly, eyeing a cage filled with magic rats who were making a point of dancing around and showing off to him. His expression turned to one of disgust as he eyed the multi colored mammals. He mentally made a note to never buy a magical rat, and turned his back to them, dragging Sirius even deeper into the shop. Harry was about to bend down to look at a sleek looking cat when he heard the voice.

"Foolissshh Humanss.."

The voice was feint, even with Harry's vampiric level of hearing, but it was definitely there. Harry hurriedly dragged Sirius through a maze of Aisles into the back of the shop, where several small cages were stacked. The corner looked unkept, as if no worker had stayed long enough to clean it after feeding the snakes that inhabited the various sized cages. The snakes obviously weren't expecting anyone to come back their, and continued on with their own conversations.

"We will never see any apart from the one who feedss usss.." said a venomous looking midnight black snake.

"We never have before, either..the humanss are foolisssh...flocking to the stupid rodents in the front..." replied another. These rants went on for a few minutes, during which Sirius watched Harry with a raised eyebrow. Harry was about to tell him what they were talking about, when a new hissing voice caught his interest.

"All Humanss are not foolisshh...only the oness that placed us here.." Harry followed the hissing sound to an odd looking orange snake with dark black patterns trailing down it's back. Harry apporached the cage in which the snake was kept in.

"Hello." he hissed out at the snake. Most of the other snakes froze at hearing a human speak their language, and time seen to freeze as the only sound was the flicking of tongues as they all smelled the new person in their midst. After a few moments, they all began hissing at once.

"...human...how...ssssnake talker..."

"sssilence.." Harry hissed out, making all the snakes fall into the same frozen state as before. Harry turned to address the orange snake who had caught his interest, "What iss your name?"

"Sasssha." came the reply.

"I am looking for a familiar..perhapss you would be intressted?" Harry asked, trying to add a polite tone to his hissing.

"It would be an honour..sssnake talker."

"The name isss Harry." he replied as he opened the snake's individual cage, wondering why he seemed to be the only one that was locked in a cage by himself. "Get on my arm."

The snake eagerly obliged climbing up onto Harry's arm and slithering through his sleeve, finally wrapping itself partially around Harry's lithe neck and trailing down his should and arm. It's body was a few feet long, with menacing green eyes that almost matched Harry's own. Harry waited for the snake to get situated before he closed the cage and turned around to head to the front of the shop. He only got a step before his eyes met the narrowing blue ones of his godfathers.

"A snake, Harry?" Sirius asked, disbelieving.

"What's wrong with a snake?" Harry replied, defensively. "I can talk to them, it makes perfect sense!"

"Ha-rrrry." Sirius whined, "Why don't we just go get a nice cat or something?"

"You've never been afraid of snakes before.." Harry said, attempting to figure out why his godfather was trying to change his mind.

"I'm not afraid of snakes! But what will the rest of the school think to see the savior of the wizarding world talking to one?" Sirius questioned in a partially pleading voice.

"Well I don't see why it matters. My friends are back in the states, and now I will have someone to talk to for the next 5 years at school." Harry replied, trying to guilt Sirius even more by reminding him that he didn't want to go to Hogwart's at all.

"The human doessn't like my kind?" came the quiet hiss of Sasha from next to Harry's ear, interrupting Sirius' rants on his 'image'.

"Humanss fear what they do not undersstand." Harry replied, passing down a cliche, but very true saying to the snake. He didn't want to explain the real reason why Sirius was against her.

"I'm getting her." Harry said loudly, interrupting Sirius' ranting. Harry walked around his godfather, leaving him behind as he walked back to the front, and finally made it through the maze of aisles to the counter.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" the clerk greeted. His words were polite, but the older man behind the counter held a look of annoyance as he occasionally turned his head to shush one of the cats lined up behind him.

"I'd like to make a purchase." Harry said, reaching up and taking Sasha in his hands, then lowering her down to the counter. The clerk let out something similar to a low pitched bird call, and stumbled backwards into the wall. "Is something wrong?" Harry asked politely.

"Are..are you sure you want THAT snake?" the man asked, looking up at Harry. Harry raised an eyebrow and looked down at the snake, then inquisitively back up at the clerk. "That's the only magical snake we have.." he said in a slightly calmer tone.

"Magical? Well what's wrong with that?" Harry inquired. The clerk looked a little uncomfortable, and stiffly took a step closer, lowering his voice.

"Those kinds of snakes are spitters, they produce acid and spit it out as a defense." the clerk said quietly, "This one killed a cat by shooting acid all the way down the aisle. It broke the unbreakable charm and burned straight through the cage." Harry turned his questioning gaze to Sasha, who stared up at him with what could only be an innocent face.

"The cat wass annoying all of usss..it wass to loud." she said. Harry grinned and nodded, looking back up at the clerk, who was now eyeing Harry oddly, most likely wondering what he was nodding at.

"We had to build it's cage out of potion soaked materials so it couldn't break through." the clerk continued, "And these snakes are faster and stronger than they look. Some say they hypnotize their prey when they hunt. I think you should choose a different..."

"No, I like this one just fine." Harry interrupted, smiling. "How much for it?"

AN: This is my first Fanfic, and the main reason I'm doing it is to improve my writing. I'd like to thank everyone who wrote a review, whether it was criticism or just a pat on the back, I appreciate all of them, so thanks guys ;-) Like I said, if you see errors in my stories, in really helps me out when you tell me by email or in a review. I plan on posting new chapters weekly, and revised chapters whenever people spot problems.

And about how Harry came to be a vampire, I'm planning on having Harry's past come out more and more in future chapters. Do you guys prefer it like that, or would you rather have the first chapter as a prologue type thing that fills you in on the history? And about Sirius' personality, I'm trying to find a balance between the child like mischief, and the serious personality that takes over when needed, such as dealing with someone like Malfoy.

Also would like to thank 'Tora88' specifically for your review, it helped out alot, and hopefully it's all fixed in this revised chapter. And I fried the Kitty because it seemed like an animal that the snakes wouldn't like, the cuddly type that the humans buy, ignoring the snakes. That, and a combination of my allergy to certain cats :p