Hey again. I tried to write a chapter last night but my sis wanted the computer. Sorry. When I get back home from vacations, and when I update on weekends, it'll be probably two or three chapters.

Disclaimer: None of the stuff you recognise from J.K.'s books are mine, because they're hers. Stuff that came in this story that are not hers are mine, obviously. I think we can all agree on that.

Enjoy!

Also, here are some languages…

"Speaking"

Thinking

-(A language for speaking to all creatures, lost long ago to regular humans)-

/Parseltongue/

:-talking with someone else inside their head-:

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Dante found himself in a very dark, creepy place, but found he didn't mind too much. He turned back into his human form and began to look around curiously just as Nox appeared next to him and landed on his shoulder. Now that he wasn't on or in Dursley property anymore, his head felt slightly clearer, and he could think better. Groaning as he thought about all the things the Dursleys had done to him and what he could have done... he could have left much earlier!

Looking down at his clothes, he sighed in annoyance and changed them so they fit slightly better, though since he had teleported it took more effort to do so.

-(You couldn't have left earlier, I think. Someone put blocks on your mind. As soon as you left the property, your power unblocked it.)- Nox said.

-(Where are we?)- Dante asked, sensing magic embedded in the whole place he was in.

-(I believe we are in Knockturn Alley, one of the wizarding world's hidden shopping centers.)- Nox replied, flicking her tongue out to taste the air.

Dante leaned against the wall and slid down to the ground. Then he took off the mini book from the necklace from around his neck and turned it back to normal size. It still wouldn't open, though, and seeing a small keyhole he had never seen before, he tried the black key, but it didn't work. Then he tried the white key, and the book opened.

He really didn't know what to expect, but, flipping the pages, he saw many things, like moving photographs of his parents, him, Padfoot, Moony, and there was one of Peter, but it wasn't very good. There was also a section of pages that his mother and father wrote for him, but then there was a small section of blank pages, and a seemingly weightless bag of gold that fell out of the book, shrank, and attached itself onto Dante's necklace. There were countless other things in the book, as it never seemed to run out of pages, so Dante closed it, letting it shrink and attach itself back onto his necklace.

When he got back up, though, Dante began to feel slightly uneasy where he was, so he decided to go exploring, him and Nox in a comfortable silence as she perched on his shoulder, her having morphed into a black cat. At Dante's questioning glance, she had explained that dragons were related to cats, dogs, snakes, and birds, so dragons, being magical creatures, could disguise themselves as any of the three at will. Dante had understood, knowing that they would be attracting too much unwanted attention if Nox stayed in dragon form.

Dante turned his attention to his surroundings, looking curiously at all the little shops he passed by. There was a store that was simple, as it read Potions Ingredients, but there were more shops with slightly more creative names, like Borgin & Burks, Everything You Want to Wear, and Wrights Wands. There were few people walking in the dingy alleyways, but whenever one passed, Dante would duck into the shadows.

Dante kept walking until he saw an inn. It was called the Innocent Inn, but it, in fact, looked anything but. Dante walked in anyway, and then froze as all conversation stopped and every single eye turned to look at him.

Deciding to ignore it, Dante quietly walked up to the counter, pulled himself onto a chair, then with an expressionless face told the innkeeper, "I would like a room."

The innkeeper looked at him calculatingly. "We ain't got no room fer beggars 'ere," he said gruffly. Dante's eyes turned cold.

"How much?"

"Three galleons a night includin' food."

Slowly, Dante put four galleons on the counter. "I would like a butterbeer please." The innkeeper studied the money before taking it and putting it in his cloak, then giving Dante some change.

"The name's Jonathyn, and you'll be in room number four," the innkeeper said before walking away to get the butterbeer and food.

Nox jumped off of Dante's shoulder and sat down on the counter as Dante looked at the people that were also in the room. There seemed to be something different about them, something he had also sensed in both of his parents but hadn't known what it was. Most were drinking something that was thick and was crimson in color… now that Dante thought of it, the room did smell strongly of blood…

Then the innkeeper returned, and he took his butterbeer and retreated up to his room, and Nox went out to hunt.

Suddenly curious, he took off the book and its key from his necklace and un-shrank the book again. He unlocked the book, and then flipped to the part of the book he remembered that was blank.

Summoning a quill, Dante wrote:

Hello?

The untidy handwriting sunk into the page and disappeared.

Then; What is your name? Spell it out fully, appeared on the page, but to Dante's surprise he heard the same reply within his head. Though startled, Dante wrote back:

Dante Corvus Evans Potter, but peeple cal me Harry. (A/N: He's only four…)

Please place your hand on the paper, the book stated.

Dante did so, and the paper glowed for a moment before returning to normal. Then handwriting began to appear, writing itself out on the paper, and as it appeared it spoke in his mother's voice inside his head.

Dante! It's about time you opened the book. If you have, though, it means that both James and I are dead, and we miss you terribly. Do you have any questions? We can answer them all for you… And I am writing this now as you are sleeping right here with me. I'm programming this book so that it will answer all your questions truthfully, unless we do not know them, or cannot answer yet. Just do as you did before, but know you can just think it if you would like, it's easier.

What… What were you, mum? Dante replied mentally, And dad too. Were you….

If you are going to say Vampire, yes, your father was, and most of his whole family was also. He refused his power, though, as soon as he started his schooling at Hogwarts and ended up in a certain house. Nobody knows except me and you now. My whole family came from Elves, which is why in your natural form you may have pointed ears. (A/N: I didn't tell you he had pointed ears before because… ummm…. Yea well I guess I forgot.) I refused some of my power… but not all of it. I loved being a healer and an Earth elemental, but since you are both Vampire and Elf, you might have some other powers too. It is not that easy to tap into your power, love, because all great things take time, but you are different from every single person on this planet. That is because you are made of magic, a Child of Magic, and your very essence and soul is made of pure, natural, un-tainted magic, all the way to your very toes. I do not know what you can do, but you'll have to find that out on your own.

The conversation rolled long into the night.

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Kiara and Draco loved their new way of communicating with each other. It was quick, fast, and their little witch was so small it seemed she would never get caught, until it actually happened.

Draco had just gotten a new picture from Kiara. He guessed that she had been in the drawing mood today, because she had drawn a really good picture of a snake that was black, silver, and shined kind of gold, a dog that was black, and a dragon that was really small and black in color. He was about to draw one back when the door slammed open and in came a very severely drunk Lucius.

"What…are… you… doing?" He said, staggering up to Draco and catching the flying witch with one hand, then continued to destroy it with his wand.

"Father…"

"SILENCE!" Lucius then looked at the piece of paper Draco held in his hand.

"Accio paper…"

"Father—"

Rip, rip, rip, rip, shred. Lucius threw the torn up pieces of paper in his sons face, and collapsed, letting darkness take him.

Picking up every single piece of paper that his father had destroyed, Draco put them in his pocket, and, hatching a plan, ran out of the room he had been kept in for more than a year and went in search of Kiara.

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Sorry guys, but I had to cut this chapter short. We have visitors over and this whole day I was doing things… I actually sat down on the computer more than twice to finish the chapter, wrote two words, and then my mom called me because more people came. I promise I'll try to write more next chapter! Bear with me, guys!

Thank you to everyone who reviewed!

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