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Harry graoned softly, grumbling under his breath as somebody shook his shoulder gently. "Ron, I'm up already!" He practically growled through the pounding in his head, warily opening his eyes against the harsh glare of sunlight pouring into the room.
His eyes grew wide, however, when he noticed that, instead of the red-headed 5th year weasley, he came face to face with a white-haired, dark-eyed man. A man he had seen in his dreams only a short time ago. "You're real," He whispered, and then blushed hotly as he realised what he had just said.
"Oh, I am quite real, Mr. Potter." Harry blinked up at the vampire in surprise, smiling slightly. "While here, I shall speak out loud as much as possible. Should I want to say something to you in private, however, I shall use telepathic communcation. Do you find this acceptable?"
Harry simply nodded his head, grinning full out now. For some reason, this ........ vampire, man, whatever you wanted to call him, gave him the urge to just grin like a fool.
"However, I believe that it would be best to continue on our way to your headmaster's office, would it not? Headmaster Dunbledore, is his name I believe?" The vampire looked down at Harry questioningly, head cocked slightly to the side.
"Oh, yeah. That's his name. What time is it, anyway?" Harry glanced at the window, noticing tor the first time that it was pitch black outside. But then, where was the light comming from?
"I have provided plenty of light for you to see me by, Mr. Potter. You have been asleep for barely 2 hours, by my estimate. I am not very good with human devices such as clocks and watches and therefore I know ow what time is it according to those devices. It is close to midnight, I believe. Let us hope that your headmaster is not too annoyed by our presense in his office at such a time."
"Well ....... could you leave for a moment so I could get dressed?" Harry asked, shifting uncomortably from one foot to the other.
The vampire inclined his head, and was about to leave the room, when he suddenly turned back around. "Ah, yeah. I almost forgot. The name that you may call me by is Mikhail. You may want to know that wh en you wake up your little red-haird friend there."
Harry blushed a beet red at the man's accusation, but did not rise to his own defense, knowing that the vampire was correct in his assumption.
As soon as the door had closed behind Mikhail, Harry hurried over to Ron's bed, quickly shaking his best friend awake. "Ron, Ron, wake up!" Harry hissed inpatiently.
"H-harry? Man, what's going on? Did you have another vision?" Ron was instantly awake, staring at Harry in the dim light of the room -- when Mikhail had left the strange light he had produced had instantly gone out.
"No, no visions. There's somebody here -- his name's Mikhail. He and I are going to see the Headmaster. Get dressed - I want you to come with me."
"Wait just a minute. Harry. Who is this guy? How'd he get in here in the first place?"
Harry swallowed hard, suddenly apprehendsive. How, exactly, were you supposed to tell somebody there was a vampire just outside of their dorm room without causing a panic? Especially since vampires were supposed to be extinct for several hundred years. "Well, he's kind of ........ a vampire."
Ron simply sat there staring at him for a couple of seconds, before opening his mouth to speak. Harry, however, prompty clapped his hand over Ron's mouth, giving him a warning glare.
"Ron, we are going to walk to the Headmaster's office with Mikhail. With the vampire. You are going to shut your mouth and not say a word to Mikhail, unless you can be positive and polite. They want to HELP US, Ron. They want to fight AGAINST Voldermort. He is an emmissary of peace, and he came to ME. Therefore, we are going to be as nice as humanly possible, because the last thing we need is for them to go over to Voldermort's side. Understood?"
Ron nodded his head, a strange look comming into his eyes. As soon as Harry removed his hand, however, he began to speak. "Harry, why are you being so protective of him? He's a bloody vampire, for crying out loud! How do you know he won't just turn on you and start bloody SUCKING YOU DRY?!"
"Because I do not wish for the dark lord Voldermort to come into power any more than you do, Ronald Weasley."
Ron just slightly at the new voice, turning to stare at the door. Harry followed his gaze, to find that Mikhail had once again entered into the room. "Shall we proceed to the the office of your Headmaster Dunbledore, sirs? You may keep both your wands trained on me at all times, if such a thing would make you feel more safe."
Ron nodded his head, sliding out of his bed and retrieving his wand. "Alright, let's go. I want to get this over with as soon as possible." Ron muttered, glancing at Harry out of the corner of his eye. Harry nodded, clenching his wand in his own fist tightly. He may have believed that Mikhail meant them no harm, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to take safety precautions.
smackskiller - thanks for the tip! i changed it so that it's gramatically correct :D
j.draven - thanks for the complaiment!
acefyre - thankee!
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Harry graoned softly, grumbling under his breath as somebody shook his shoulder gently. "Ron, I'm up already!" He practically growled through the pounding in his head, warily opening his eyes against the harsh glare of sunlight pouring into the room.
His eyes grew wide, however, when he noticed that, instead of the red-headed 5th year weasley, he came face to face with a white-haired, dark-eyed man. A man he had seen in his dreams only a short time ago. "You're real," He whispered, and then blushed hotly as he realised what he had just said.
"Oh, I am quite real, Mr. Potter." Harry blinked up at the vampire in surprise, smiling slightly. "While here, I shall speak out loud as much as possible. Should I want to say something to you in private, however, I shall use telepathic communcation. Do you find this acceptable?"
Harry simply nodded his head, grinning full out now. For some reason, this ........ vampire, man, whatever you wanted to call him, gave him the urge to just grin like a fool.
"However, I believe that it would be best to continue on our way to your headmaster's office, would it not? Headmaster Dunbledore, is his name I believe?" The vampire looked down at Harry questioningly, head cocked slightly to the side.
"Oh, yeah. That's his name. What time is it, anyway?" Harry glanced at the window, noticing tor the first time that it was pitch black outside. But then, where was the light comming from?
"I have provided plenty of light for you to see me by, Mr. Potter. You have been asleep for barely 2 hours, by my estimate. I am not very good with human devices such as clocks and watches and therefore I know ow what time is it according to those devices. It is close to midnight, I believe. Let us hope that your headmaster is not too annoyed by our presense in his office at such a time."
"Well ....... could you leave for a moment so I could get dressed?" Harry asked, shifting uncomortably from one foot to the other.
The vampire inclined his head, and was about to leave the room, when he suddenly turned back around. "Ah, yeah. I almost forgot. The name that you may call me by is Mikhail. You may want to know that wh en you wake up your little red-haird friend there."
Harry blushed a beet red at the man's accusation, but did not rise to his own defense, knowing that the vampire was correct in his assumption.
As soon as the door had closed behind Mikhail, Harry hurried over to Ron's bed, quickly shaking his best friend awake. "Ron, Ron, wake up!" Harry hissed inpatiently.
"H-harry? Man, what's going on? Did you have another vision?" Ron was instantly awake, staring at Harry in the dim light of the room -- when Mikhail had left the strange light he had produced had instantly gone out.
"No, no visions. There's somebody here -- his name's Mikhail. He and I are going to see the Headmaster. Get dressed - I want you to come with me."
"Wait just a minute. Harry. Who is this guy? How'd he get in here in the first place?"
Harry swallowed hard, suddenly apprehendsive. How, exactly, were you supposed to tell somebody there was a vampire just outside of their dorm room without causing a panic? Especially since vampires were supposed to be extinct for several hundred years. "Well, he's kind of ........ a vampire."
Ron simply sat there staring at him for a couple of seconds, before opening his mouth to speak. Harry, however, prompty clapped his hand over Ron's mouth, giving him a warning glare.
"Ron, we are going to walk to the Headmaster's office with Mikhail. With the vampire. You are going to shut your mouth and not say a word to Mikhail, unless you can be positive and polite. They want to HELP US, Ron. They want to fight AGAINST Voldermort. He is an emmissary of peace, and he came to ME. Therefore, we are going to be as nice as humanly possible, because the last thing we need is for them to go over to Voldermort's side. Understood?"
Ron nodded his head, a strange look comming into his eyes. As soon as Harry removed his hand, however, he began to speak. "Harry, why are you being so protective of him? He's a bloody vampire, for crying out loud! How do you know he won't just turn on you and start bloody SUCKING YOU DRY?!"
"Because I do not wish for the dark lord Voldermort to come into power any more than you do, Ronald Weasley."
Ron just slightly at the new voice, turning to stare at the door. Harry followed his gaze, to find that Mikhail had once again entered into the room. "Shall we proceed to the the office of your Headmaster Dunbledore, sirs? You may keep both your wands trained on me at all times, if such a thing would make you feel more safe."
Ron nodded his head, sliding out of his bed and retrieving his wand. "Alright, let's go. I want to get this over with as soon as possible." Ron muttered, glancing at Harry out of the corner of his eye. Harry nodded, clenching his wand in his own fist tightly. He may have believed that Mikhail meant them no harm, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to take safety precautions.