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Albus Dumbledore had always known that Voldermort would rise again, and thus had taken every precaution to ensure that he was fully prepared. There was one thing he was not prepared for, however. It's was one in a very short list, that could be counted using the fingers on one human hand.
He had not been prepared for the offering of friendship and help by the Elven people. He had not been prepared to recieve a letter from the Elven princess Illiona herself.
And he most certaintly wasn't prepared for Harry Potter to barge into his office in the middle of the night, followed by Ron Weasley and a white-haired, pale skinned, dark-eyed creature that could only be one thing: a vampire.
Illiona had mentioned, in her letter, that she and Harry had been contacted by such a creature, but she had never even so much as hinted at the possibility that that creature was already here, at Hogwarts.
Yet here they were, standing in front of him : Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and the mysterious vampire who had given his name as only Mikhail. Funny - he had never actually said that that was his name, simply that they could call him Mikhail A subtle difference, but an important one nonetheless.
Turning to Ron, Dumbledore smiled at the young man, hopoing to calm any fears he might have. "Mr. Weasley, if you would be so kind as to return to your bed? I'm sure that Harry will tell you all about our little meeting in the morning."
Ron hesitated for a moment, glancing over at Harry. After recieving a firm nod, however, he practically ran from the room. 'So much for Gryffindor honor," Harry thought idly, quickly returning his attention back to the vampire at his side and Headmaster Dumbledore.
"Before either of you say anything, I would like to speak. I was informed by a young woman that the two of you would be comming to me. Illiona of the Elves, to be exact. I immediately contacted the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, for you are asking for an alliance with the people of the wizarding world ...."
Mikhail cut Dunbledore off suddenly, directing a harsh glare at the aging man. "Speak no more, Albus Dumbledore. Your .... Minister of Magic, as you call him, has deniedany such alliance taking place, has he not? Tell me, what are his reasons?"
Albus took a deep steadying breath, watching the tall vampire before him. "Vampires are said to be dark creatures, creatures that would no doubt side with Voldermort. Fudge believes that you wish to infiltrate our ranks, while holding out true allegiance to Voldermort. To be honest, I don't know what to think."
"Don't know what to think? You honestly can't think that far ahead? Why the HELL do you think we so rarely feed from wizards or witches? Is has nothing to do with honor, or fear. It has everything to do with the fact that magical power dilutes the blood. Your blood cannot sustain us, cannot feed us, the way that the blood of non-magical creatures, such as muggles, can. Therefore, if Voldermort were to succeed with his plans, can you imagine what would happen? We would die! We would become an extinct race, from lack of food. WE WOULD STARVE!" Mikhail hollered the few words, glaring at Albus Dumbledore heatedly.
"I came to you seeking help. But perhaps your people do not deserve to be alligned with ones such as us. Harry Potter here, will be a great asset to our people. And you shall not keep him from helping us. We know of the prophesy. We know what he is destined to do. But nobody ever said he had to be human to do so."
As he finished speaking, Mikhail turned, grabbing Harry swiftly and sinking his fangs into the small teen's neck. In a matter of moments, Harry Potter would be dead. And by this time tomorrow, a new vampire would be born. A vampire who had once held the name of Harry Potter.
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Albus Dumbledore had always known that Voldermort would rise again, and thus had taken every precaution to ensure that he was fully prepared. There was one thing he was not prepared for, however. It's was one in a very short list, that could be counted using the fingers on one human hand.
He had not been prepared for the offering of friendship and help by the Elven people. He had not been prepared to recieve a letter from the Elven princess Illiona herself.
And he most certaintly wasn't prepared for Harry Potter to barge into his office in the middle of the night, followed by Ron Weasley and a white-haired, pale skinned, dark-eyed creature that could only be one thing: a vampire.
Illiona had mentioned, in her letter, that she and Harry had been contacted by such a creature, but she had never even so much as hinted at the possibility that that creature was already here, at Hogwarts.
Yet here they were, standing in front of him : Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and the mysterious vampire who had given his name as only Mikhail. Funny - he had never actually said that that was his name, simply that they could call him Mikhail A subtle difference, but an important one nonetheless.
Turning to Ron, Dumbledore smiled at the young man, hopoing to calm any fears he might have. "Mr. Weasley, if you would be so kind as to return to your bed? I'm sure that Harry will tell you all about our little meeting in the morning."
Ron hesitated for a moment, glancing over at Harry. After recieving a firm nod, however, he practically ran from the room. 'So much for Gryffindor honor," Harry thought idly, quickly returning his attention back to the vampire at his side and Headmaster Dumbledore.
"Before either of you say anything, I would like to speak. I was informed by a young woman that the two of you would be comming to me. Illiona of the Elves, to be exact. I immediately contacted the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, for you are asking for an alliance with the people of the wizarding world ...."
Mikhail cut Dunbledore off suddenly, directing a harsh glare at the aging man. "Speak no more, Albus Dumbledore. Your .... Minister of Magic, as you call him, has deniedany such alliance taking place, has he not? Tell me, what are his reasons?"
Albus took a deep steadying breath, watching the tall vampire before him. "Vampires are said to be dark creatures, creatures that would no doubt side with Voldermort. Fudge believes that you wish to infiltrate our ranks, while holding out true allegiance to Voldermort. To be honest, I don't know what to think."
"Don't know what to think? You honestly can't think that far ahead? Why the HELL do you think we so rarely feed from wizards or witches? Is has nothing to do with honor, or fear. It has everything to do with the fact that magical power dilutes the blood. Your blood cannot sustain us, cannot feed us, the way that the blood of non-magical creatures, such as muggles, can. Therefore, if Voldermort were to succeed with his plans, can you imagine what would happen? We would die! We would become an extinct race, from lack of food. WE WOULD STARVE!" Mikhail hollered the few words, glaring at Albus Dumbledore heatedly.
"I came to you seeking help. But perhaps your people do not deserve to be alligned with ones such as us. Harry Potter here, will be a great asset to our people. And you shall not keep him from helping us. We know of the prophesy. We know what he is destined to do. But nobody ever said he had to be human to do so."
As he finished speaking, Mikhail turned, grabbing Harry swiftly and sinking his fangs into the small teen's neck. In a matter of moments, Harry Potter would be dead. And by this time tomorrow, a new vampire would be born. A vampire who had once held the name of Harry Potter.