Symphony of the night

by Promentious

Ok, so James Potter was really Dracula, prince of the dead, and after he died, Harry became the new one. It's Harry's sixth year and his Vampiric powers emerging and he has to learn how to control them. discontinued until further notice

2. Revelations

Symphony of the night

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A/N: Ok, chapter two. Hope you guys liked the first one, but I won't be surprised if you don't. Tonks will seem OCC, and so will Fred. Harry will also be acting all depressed and Ron and Hermione will take on a larger role along with Fred. Some people may think this chapter is a little angsty, but I don't care.

Chapter 2: Revelations

How I wish you'd believe
In your innocent dreams
Delicate love
Precious and pain
Tempted and torn
Broken and bared
Don't leave me here
Don't leave me alone
I am the one
The Devil you know
How I wish I could be
Everything you see

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Harry was lying in his bed. It was his first night at Grimmauld Place since he came. He still laughed to himself when he remembered dinner that night. After he arrived in the dinning room, Fred and George decided to use some of the joke products they had developed. He still laughed at how the fireworks had blown up when Mrs. Weasley tried to stun them.

He didn't really converse much, but instead watched what the other people were doing. Lupin and Sirius were in deep discussion about something that Harry didn't catch. Tonks and Kingsley were talking about Auror stuff. Ron and Hermione were busy chatting or talking to Fred and George. Arthur spent dinner talking with Mrs. Weasley and Charlie, while Fleur, who was sitting next to him, talked to Bill for most of the night. He never noticed the looks he gave him, but instead was extremely thankful that they weren't snogging each other senseless. Harry sighed and turned over in his bed.

At about 11 o'clock, Harry heard someone knock lightly on his door.

"Come in" he called, turning his head towards the door. The door opened and, to Harry's surprise, Fleur entered the room. Harry sat up and eyed her cautiously.

" 'Ello 'Arry." She greeted nervously.

"Fleur" Harry said, returning her greeting. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice dripping with curiosity.

Fleur closed the door and stepped towards him. "Vee need to talk 'Arry." She said matter-of-factly. Harry moved over to the end of his bed, and motioned for her to sit on the empty end.

"What about?"

Fleur stared at him, then looked away.

"Somezing is wrong. I know 'et. Please, talk to me about 'et…." She pleaded. Harry stared at her.

"Why, may I ask, is it any business of yours?" he asked cautiously. Fleur looked down and murmured something that Harry couldn't catch. "Excuse me?" Fleur brought her head up and looked Harry in the eyes.

"Because, 'Arry, I vant to 'elp you. Somezing is wrong, and zee only people you tell are Fred and George, vich means it is somezing zat is really bothering you and you don't feel like you can tell someone who could actually help. You feel as if it is eating inside you, no?" Harry nodded slowly. "I knew 'et. 'It makes you look sad….I don't vant you to be sad…" Fleur trailed off and looked down again. Harry stared at her and couldn't help but wonder if the sincerity in her voice was real or not.

"And why is that?" He asked, completely and totally confused. Fleur hesitated.

"I don't know. Maybe, it is because I know 'ow it feels. Vat it is, like…." She looked into his eyes, and Harry felt as if she was looking into his soul. Tearing his eyes away, he nodded.

"Ok, it probably wouldn't hurt." Fleur smiled. "I guess, first I'll explain what's really bothering me…" Fleur sat patiently as he explained what happened.

"I was just sitting in my bed a few nights ago when I started having spasms." Harry looked over at her. "I passed out, and when I woke up the next morning, my eyesight was perfect, I didn't even need glasses. I wrote to Sirius telling him this, and he wrote back saying he talked to Dumbledore and that they may have an idea of what is going on, but I don't have a clue. Anyways, I went down into the kitchen to fix breakfast, and I broke through the bottoms of two bowls just by rubbing it with one finger. I come here, and on the way, I don't even feel the cold. I told Fred and George, and they tried to have me break through a cube of Mytheranium. I put a hole through it with one finger." At this, Fleur gasped in surprise. "Then, when I ran into you, I didn't feel any pain until I twisted my foot, and the part where I caught you…well, it's like it just happened and I had no idea what I was doing. It was as if it was a reflex. Then, like you said earlier, I was in so much pain, but suddenly, I'm just fine and perfectly healed. God, I'm confused. I have no idea what's happening to me…." Harry finished ranting and looked down at his hands. Somehow, it had felt good to tell Fleur.

" 'Arry, you vill probably not like me saying zis, but you should go to Dumbledore and ask vhat 'e thought of. Maybe Sirius even." Fleur said. Harry sighed.

"Maybe, but I have a feeling that if I did that, I'll hear something that I really don't want to know." Harry rubbed his hands into his eyes, trying his best to suppress the headache that was coming on.

"I cannot and vill not decide vhat you should do, but I vant you to know, zat I am always 'ere for you…." Harry nodded, truly thankful for her words. "and 'Arry….I am glad zat you 'ave that, vhat was 'et, 'reflex'" Fleur smiled at him. "Thank you, 'Arry." She took his face in her hands and tilted his head towards hers. Leaning over, she gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. Abruptly, Harry's headache was gone, and a warm feeling was filling him. "Think of vat I said. If you vill tell zem, zen you should do it soon I zink." She finished. Standing up, Fleur walked over to the door. "Goodnight, 'Arry"

"Goodnight Fleur, and…thank you." Harry said. Fleur gave him a warm smile and left.

Harry lay back in his bed and touched his hand to his cheek where she had kissed him.

'That felt…kinda good.' He thought, his mind trying to deal with the surprise of that revelation.

Harry started thinking of what Fleur said. He decided that she was right, and it would probably be better in the long run if he at least talked to Sirius. With that, he went to sleep, one last thought crossing his mind.

'Thank you Fleur. I hope that you will know that I am always here for you to. It's the best I can offer…..' his thoughts trailed off as he fell asleep.

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Harry woke early the next morning and his thoughts almost immediately went to what he would say to Sirius and possibly even Dumbledore. After figuring that he would just wing it, he got up from his bed and moved over to his trunk. Shedding his night cloths, he replaced them with a black t-shirt and blue jeans. He decided to start unpacking, and after about five minutes, he heard a knock on the door followed by a voice.

"Oy, Harry. Wakey, wakey." Ron called.

"Shut up Ron." Harry yelled, he could hear Ron snicker. "What do you want now?" he asked. Ron sighed just out side of the door.

"Mum's calling everyone down to help with breakfast. You gonna come?" Harry sighed and thought that it wouldn't be a bad idea.

"Yeah, just give me a minute." Harry finished putting away the stack of books he was holding and left the room. As they walked down to the dinning room, they started talking about random things such as Quidditch, and somewhere along the way, Hermione had joined them. They entered an almost empty kitchen, and Ron and Hermione went over to Mr. Weasley, who was standing as far as he could from Fred and George. They gave Harry a little wave and a wink before he moved on.

Harry found Sirius in the kitchen helping Molly cook. Harry noticed that they seemed to be on better terms with each other than they were the previous year. Harry cleared his throat, earning the attention of the two adults.

"Sirius can I talk to you for a sec?" Harry asked. Sirius gave him a broad grin, then turned to Molly and told her he'd be back soon. Harry dragged Sirius out of the room and into another little just off the dinning room.

Harry sat Sirius down in one of the chair, and took the chair opposite him.

"Ok, Sirius. You said in the letter that you may have had an idea as to what was happening to me. I want to know….now." Harry said firmly. Sirius sighed and mumbled something about not even getting a simple hello. Harry glared at him. Sirius gulped and responded.

"Yes, I did say I had an idea, but I'm going to wait for Dumbledore to arrive before I tell you any of it." Sirius said. Harry pouted. "And don't give me that look Harry. Dumbledore will be here today." Harry grinned, but that grin fell when he remembered that there was more to tell Sirius.

"There was another thing that happened after I sent you the letter, Sirius." Harry said quietly. Sirius looked at him and signaled for him to continue. Harry sighed. "After I sent the letter, I broke through the bottom of two bowls just by rubbing them. Then I punch a hole through a block of Mytheranium that Fred had…with one finger. Yesterday, I bumped into Fleur on the stairs, and I grabbed her before she fell, but it was like reflex. I didn't even have to think about it. I twisted my ankle badly, and it was so painful, but then suddenly, the pain stopped and my ankle was healed…" Harry trailed off after finishing his explanation of everything else that had happened. Sirius just stared at him, his face pale.

"Oh good lord," he murmured. "I was hoping this wouldn't be it, but…I'm afraid it's beginning." He whispered. Harry looked at him in confusion.

"What were you afraid of happening? What's beginning?" Harry asked, completely and thoroughly confused. Sirius shook his head.

"I can't tell you yet. As soon as Dumbledore arrives, we are going to see him." Sirius said firmly. "And Harry, it is of the utmost importance that you inform either Dumbledore or myself if anything else happens, do you understand?" Harry gulped and nodded nervously. "Good. Now go out and eat." Harry nodded again and started for the door.

"Harry" Sirius called. Harry turned around. "I really am glad you're back." He said with a smile on his face. Harry smiled back and left the room.

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Harry had helped out with breakfast without making a sound. He had helped Mrs. Weasley and Lupin set up the table then headed up to his room, waiting to be called down after everyone else arrived. Currently, he was lying on his bed staring into space. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a tapping sound on his window. He looked over towards it to see an owl outside with an envelope tied to its leg. Harry opened the window and the owl stuck out its leg. Harry took the note, and the owl flew over to Hedwig's cage, sitting on the empty space that she had made for it. Harry opened his letter and saw that it was the annual Hogwarts school list.

'Finally' he thought. He frowned as he looked over the list.

Student's book of spells NEWT grade 6: Lefarda Nym (A/N: I will be making up these names. Live with it.)

A master's guide to transfiguration-NEWT level: Nomre Nomton

Potion making: a guide to life and death-NEWT level: Albert Scamandred

Charms for charmers-NEWT level: Madam Amielia Prang

History through the ages-NEWT level: Professor Lucas Binns 'he wrote a book!'

A guide to Magical creatures and where to find them-NEWT level: Sir Thomas Fordmad

The green thumb-NEWT level: Faston Lomonus

Overall, it was a short book list, though he did have more books on it than most people (except Hermione of course). The reason being: He knew he wanted to be an Auror, but figured it would be useful to take other classes in order to further his options. Harry turned his attention back to the school list.

Students are permitted to bring a Rat OR a Cat OR a owl. Student on their house Quidditch team are reminded to bring their brooms. The Date for Quidditch trials will be announced at the beginning of the term. The ticket for Platform 9 & ¾ is enclosed. The train will be leaving on August the thirteenth and the term will start on the 14th. (A/N: I know the dates are wrong. That's what makes it, er, "original".)

Signed,

Professor Minerva McGonagall.

Deputy Headmistress.

Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Harry had just finished reading his letter when he heard a very loud shriek coming from about him. He ran out of his room, only to see Ron doing the same. Harry turned to him.

"What the hell was that!" Harry asked. Ron shook his head.

"I don't have a clue, but it came from Ginny's room." Harry nodded and both boys took off. They burst into Ginny's room, only to find her jumping up and down on her bed, screaming for joy. Hermione was standing to the side shaking her head.

"Er…Ginny? What are you doing?" Ron asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I did it! I did it! Ima Prefect!" She screamed. Ron and Harry sweat dropped.

"Well, if that's all…" Harry said as he left the room. He closed the door behind him and turned around just in time to see Mrs. Weasley running up the stairs followed by a stumbling Tonks.

"What in heaven's name is going on in there Harry?" Mrs. Weasely asked, trying to catch her breath.

Harry looked back at the door and chuckled. "Ginny's got her prefect's badge." He said. Mrs. Weasely straightened up suddenly. Without a word, she ran into Ginny's room, presumably to shower her daughter with affection. Harry and Tonks just stared after her, their eyebrows raised.

"Oook then." Tonks said. Harry broke down laughing, shortly followed by Tonks. They were still laughing when Fleur came running up the stairs, followed by Bill, demanding to know what was happening. Harry, still laughing (and trying to breath) pointed to the still open door. Fleur and Bill looked through it to see Ginny and Mrs. Weasely jumping up and down in joy screaming at the top of their lungs with Hermione on the side, still shaking her head. Ron was just staring at them like they were insane.

"She made prefect huh?" Bill asked, all too used to his mother's behavior in such matters. Harry was barely able to nod, and Bill, too, burst out laughing. Fleur just stood there frowning at everyone. By the time Harry got himself under control, Tonks and Bill were still laughing. Harry took several deep breaths, still smiling madly. Fleur came over to Harry and grabbed his arm. After dragging him away from the others, she turned to face him.

"I know zis is sudden, 'Arry, but 'ave you talked to one of zem yet?" she asked. Abruptly, Harry's smile vanished. He took a deep breath and nodded. "Vell? Vat did zey say?"

"Sirius said he wouldn't tell me anything until Dumbledore got here. Then I told him about the other stuff, starting with the bowls…" Harry trailed off.

"And?" Fleur said, urging him to continue.

"It was weird. All the color drained from his face. He mumbled something about something beginning and hoping it wouldn't be something." He said. "I don't know what it is, but it's really confusing me." Fleur looked at him with worry on her face.

"Do you zink it is bad, 'Arry?" She asked in concern.

"I don't know." Harry replied. "I think it might be though. Judging by the way Sirius was reacting anyways."

"You don't zink zat it is about Vous-Savez-qui

do you?" She asked in a quiet voice. Harry sighed.

"I really don't know" He said truthfully. Not wanting to be questioned any further, he walked over to Tonks and Bill. Thankfully, they had stopped laughing.

"I'm going down into the Kitchen to see if anyone needs any help. I'll see you two later." They nodded and waved good bye. Harry turned around and walked down the stairs, brushing past Fleur and ignoring her worried look.

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Harry had been in the kitchen for about ten minutes talking to Fred and George about what he could do in their place at Hogwarts, while waiting for everyone else to come down for breakfast. They were laughing and joking about Transfiguring Mrs. Norris into a Miniature Yorkie, when they heard the doorbell ring. For once, Mrs. Black did not start her screaming, and about five minutes later, Sirius walked into the kitchen followed by Dumbledore. Harry shot to his feat, ready to bombard the headmaster with questions. As if expecting that, Dumbledore put up his hand, indicating for Harry to wait.

"Good evening Fred, George, Harry." Turning to Harry, he said, "I guess you'll be wanting to talk?" Harry nodded. "Very well then," He turned to Sirius, "Sirius, if you would go grab Miss. Tonks and Miss. Delacour…" They waited in the kitchen while Sirius went to fetch the two girls. Harry stood by Dumbledore, wondering why he would call them too.

Ten minutes passed before Sirius returned. The girls traded greetings with the Headmaster, then waited for him to speak.

"I think that perhaps we should go somewhere a little more private for this conversation." Said Dumbledore, indicating Fred and George. After motioning the other four to follow him, he left the room.

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After five minutes of walking, Dumbledore brought them to a room that Harry had never even seen before. The room was entirely empty except for an elaborately carved door at the other end.

"Come in, come in. Harry, if you would be so kind as to wait here while I speak with these two ladies, I will be more than happy to enlighten you when we are done." Harry nodded, and Professor Dumbledore led Tonks and Fleur into the room on the other side of the door.

Harry leaned on the wall to the right of the door, with Sirius on the one to the left. Harry sighed and Sirius turned to him.

"Don't worry Harry. Everything will be explained shortly." Harry nodded, not really paying attention. His thoughts were focused on trying to figure out what the Professor could have to say.

After about twenty minutes of waiting, the door opened, and a very pleased Tonks walked out, followed by a content Fleur. Dumbledore motioned for Harry and Sirius to enter the room. Dumbledore took the seat behind a plain looking desk, and Harry sat in one of the two chairs across from it. Sirius took the other chair Dumbledore leaned back and folded his hands.

"I expect you are eager for the answers, correct."

"Yes Professor. At the moment, the only think I want is to know what is happening to me." Harry said. Dumbledore sighed and thought for a few moments before beginning.

"Let me begin by saying this. Your father was not the man that most people believed him to be." He began. Harry's eyes widened.

"Wha-…what do you mean professor?"

The headmaster sighed again. "I knew one day we would be having this talk." He murmured, staring off into space. "I knew one day, he would have to know everything…" Dumbledore looked back at Harry. "Harry, have you ever heard of a being named Dracula?" Harry nodded. "Well, many people believed Dracula to be the king of vampires, which I should say is not true. In fact, Dracula was the prince of vampires, son of Gerathon, the true king." By now Harry was confused.

'What the hell does this have to do with anything?' he asked himself. He would soon get his answer.

"Harry, your father had a secret. One that could have ruined his life, had fate worked any other way. The man every body knew as James Potter, was in fact Dracula, Prince of the dead." Harry gasped and gripped the arms of the chair so hard that they shattered. "This is what happened. Two thousand years ago, there was a civil war between two races of Vampires. On one side, there were the Necromancers. They were the race ruled by Gerathon, and were the true lords of the dead. On the other side, there were the Shadow Dancers, or Nemo'niods in the ancient tongue. They were a race ruled by Fareth."

"The one true difference between Gerathon and Fareth, was that Gerathon was a full blooded vampire, where as Fareth was not. Fareth's father, who had lived one thousand years before this time, was an outcast from the royal family of the Necromancers. His crime was that he fell in love with a mortal woman, and this, within their society, was a great sin. Rather than choosing death, he chose exile. After breaking off, he married the mortal women, and all the decedents of the Shadow Dancers are either of his blood, or the blood of others who had broken off from the main clan." Harry was fully attentive, absorbing and engraving all of the information in his mind.

"Gerathon saw this as a defilement of purity. When his father died and he became lord of the Necromancers, he ended the truce than had been in pace for five hundred years and declared war on the Shadow Dancers hoping to 'purify the Vampiric race' of the blood traitors. From then on, the Necromancer fought to destroy those who had mortal blood running through them, while the Shadow Dancer fought to be accepted. The war raged for five hundred years until Gerathon's son, Dracula, joined the fight. The one thing that ended the war was the fact that Dracula held different views than his father. Dracula as one that believed in the mixing of blood for survival. Basically, he shared the views of the Shadow Dancers." Harry was thoroughly intrigued. He glanced over at Sirius and saw that he, too, was drawn in by Dumbledore's words.

"Seven hundred and fifty years into the war Gerathon, impressed by his son's skill on the field and ability to plan and think ahead, promoted Dracula to the rank of General. Shortly after becoming a General, Dracula was ordered to take his unit, along with two others and their Generals, to attack and purge Mythral, a colony of Shadow Dancers and mortals. Dracula didn't agree with this, as he considered it meaningless slaughter. He took his complaints to Gerathon, but they were rejected on the spot, and so Dracula was forced to comply. He spent the nights leading up to the attack planning with his officers. Knowing that, because of his abilities, Dracula's unit was loyal to him before Gerathon, and therefore, he used that to his advantage. The day of the attack, his unit put their plan to use, and neutralized the other two units. That was the day that Dracula and his entire unit defected, resulting in the survival of the colony. He sent the two units back, stripped of their gear and weaponry, to give his father a message: surrender or perish. His father, of course refused. Dracula had expected this, and therefore planned ahead. He gained and audience with Fareth, and completed the defection of his unit. They were welcomed openly. The last two hundred fifty years of the war were spent using espionage and guerilla warfare to strike at Gerathon's forces.

"In the final battle in what is known today as Transylvania, the Shadow dancers found their victory. The battle lasted five years and was ended when Dracula slayed his father. Unfortunately, Dracula was pierced by a poisoned blade specially designed for vampire slaying. He used a most ancient magic, and sealed himself away in a barrier for a millennia, waiting for his body and spirit to heal. When he reemerged, he found that, without a host, his body has decayed. With that knowledge, he sealed himself inside a newly born known as James Potter. He retained all of his memories, and as he grew, he took on a small likeness of the vampire prince, and if you must know, the vampires today are the modern Shadow Dancers and the few remaining Necromancers, plus a few smaller clans that broke off of the main ones.

"When he came to attend Hogwarts, he sought me out. We kept an eye on his progress, and when he was going into his sixth year, shortly after turning sixteen, his Vampiric powers began reemerging. After leaving school, he became a key part in the war against Voldemort, his lineage enabling to persuade many of the creatures of the underworld. Also, shortly after leaving school, he married Lily Evens, a mortal that he had fallen in love with at school. She married him with full knowledge of whom and what he was, and together, they conceived you, Harry, the last of the true Necromancers."

When Dumbledore was finished his explanation, Harry and Sirius were left staring wide eyed and opened mouthed at the Headmaster.

"S-so…I'm…." Harry stuttered, truly in shock.

"Yes, Harry. For all intents and purposes, you are a vampire with mortal blood." Sirius looked back and forth between the two.

"I knew about James being Vampire, but the rest of it….." clearly, he too was in shock.

"Now Harry, I'm sure you have noticed the corrections to your eyesight." Dumbledore said, a twinkle in his eye. Harry nodded dumbly. "Yes, that happened to James too, but he decided to keep wearing his glasses to avoid suspicion. Now, whether you do that or not is totally up to you. Your hearing and sensitivity to smell will also be increased dramatically" Harry nodded again.

"So then, what about this other stuff?" Asked Harry in a quiet voice.

"Well, as you can probably tell, you are much stronger than an average mortal. You will get quite a bit stronger before the end, but there shouldn't be any problems once you learn how to control and regulate that strength. Also, as you may have figured out, your reflexes have been vastly improved, and your knowledge of many things relating to your personality and interests has been extended as well." Harry nodded, indicating that he understood.

"And then, there's your durability. You will be much harder to hurt, and you will gain a natural resistance to a few curses and jinxes as you mature. As you probably guessed you will be much harder to kill as well, which I dare say will work in your favor." All of them laughed at that.

"There is one last thing, Harry. Many of the old vampires, and even some of the current ones, were and are natural animagus. They generally take on the form of a Bat, Rat, Crow, Snake or Wolf. Whether you are or aren't one is still unclear as of yet." Harry's eyes lit up, and he smiled wide before nodding to that too.

"Now, I must warn you. You will have to be extremely careful with this knowledge. I wouldn't go shouting it to the world. In fact, I wouldn't tell anyone save for those that you can trust with your life. Do you understand?" he asked seriously.

"Yes Professor."

"Good. Understand that the vampire has many advantages, and while you can still stand in the sunlight, there will be grave disadvantages, as you will most likely discover in time. I urge you to use caution to its utmost ability from now on." Dumbledore's serious expression turned into a smile.

"Now, Harry, run along, I need to have a word with Sirius."

"Ok" Harry replied. He gave a short wave to them both, and left the room.

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Harry was lying in bed, reflecting upon the day's events thus far. After he left Dumbledore's "office" he had discovered that he had missed breakfast, so he went to Buckbeak's room to have time to himself to think. His thoughts were interrupted a few hours later by the sound of Ron knocking at his door, telling him lunch was ready. When they got downstairs, they saw all the makings of a party. Most of the order had come and were celebrating Ginny being selected for being a prefect. Harry was distracted all through the evening, and hardly paid any attention when they were doing the toasts. Near the end of the rather large lunch, he had grabbed Ron, Hermione and Fred, and dragged them up to his room where he had explained everything that Dumbledore had said.

Flashback

Harry finished explaining everything, and for once even Fred was shocked. Hermione was the first to recover.

"So…this means you're the new prince of vampires." She said, her voice full of interest. Ron just looked at her, Fred raised an eye brow and Harry just said, "Yeah, I guess I am."

Fred was the next person to recover from shock.

"Oooooo…Prince Harry, can I having you autograph?" He said with a grin. Ron and Harry snickered and Hermione threw him a disgusted look.

"Bloody Hell!" Ron shouted suddenly.

"Ron, shut up or you'll wake the whole house!" she whispered.

"Oh, sorry….Bloody hell!" he whispered. Harry rolled his eyes.

"What?" He asked in an exasperated tone.

"Your father was two thousand years old." Harry froze.

"Oooooo…..can I have your autograph, oh ancient one?" Fred teased with a grin.

"Shut up!" Hermione hissed while stomping on his feet. Harry was still frozen.

"You're right…." Harry said quietly. "Can you guys do me a favor?"

"Oy, anything for you Harry." Fred said seriously. Ron and Hermione nodded.

"Keep this a secret, and take it to your grave." He said grimly. They all nodded.

Suddenly, Hermione snapped her fingers. "I got it!" she shouted, then clamped her hand over her mouth and looked around nervously. Ron and Fred laughed, but Harry was interested and wanted to know what she was thinking.

"Got what?" he asked, genuinely curious. Hermione brought out a piece of parchment and a quill.

"This is a special type of parchment, used for designing contracts and pacts," she explained. "It can only be signed in blood, and when you do sign it, it forms a special contract, or in this case, a bond. If someone who signed the contract broke it, that the one to whom it was made will know instantly, and the person who broke it will receive a curse and an automatic memory wipe." Harry's eyes lit up as she told them about it.

"What's it called?" he asked curiously. She smiled.

"It's called a 'Blood pact' form." She said proudly. Ron narrowed his eyes.

"How do you know it'll even work?" he asked. Hermione looked offended.

"Because I made it, that's why." Hermione replied coldly

"Oh…" Ron said, turning completely red. Fred snickered and Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Wow, didn't know you had it in you 'Mione." Fred said. Hermione smiled brightly.

"Actually, you'd be surprised." Harry murmured.

"What was that?" Hermione asked, her look of happy-go-lucky innocence way too cheerful, yet still managing to shoot Harry a death glare.

"Oh….nothing, nothing. It's a good idea, really. I say we go for it if we're all in agreement." Hermione smiled widely.

"Ok, I've designed this quill based on the Blood quill," she started. At the mention of a blood quill, Harry involuntarily shuddered and unconsciously scratched the back of his hand. "It won't engrave what you write on the back of your hand permanently, but it will cut it open so it can draw the blood. The Way it works is like this: Harry will write out the contract, and everyone else will look it over. If they are satisfied with it, then they sign and are bound to the contract, and if they're not satisfied, well…we put a memory charm on them." She said in an overly cheerful voice while fingering her wand. The three boys back away slightly. "Oh, and Harry, names can be added over time." She finished.

"So, are we all in agreement that we'll sign it?" Harry asked. Everybody nodded. "Right then" taking the quill, Harry bent over and started to write. As soon as the quill touched the parchment, he felt pain as the back of his hand was cut open.

"Dammit, the pain's still there" He murmured, but Hermione still caught it.

"Of course. It's part of the contract." Harry nodded slightly.

When Harry was finished writing, he signed the parchment and handed the quill to Hermione. She read over the contract, nodded to herself, and added her name right below Harry's. She passed the quill on to Ron, who looked the contract over, his face scrunched up in concentration. Once satisfied, he wrote his name next to Hermione's, and gasped in pain when his hand was cut open. Hermione rolled her eyes. Fred took the quill from Ron and, like Ron, scrunched his face up in concentration. Finally, he signed his name below Ron's. As soon as finished signing it, their hands all healed. The contract now looked like so:

Subject: The Ancestry of Harry James Potter, son of James Potter (Dracula, prince of the dead)

Whom ever signs this contract of secrecy has willingly entered into a pact of silence regarding the subject of interest. He or she has agreed that no word shall be written or spoken in any way, shape or form, and that by breaking this oath, they accept the consequences out of their own free will. Those who sign in their blood have knowingly and willingly bonded themselves to Harry James Potter as he is henceforth bonded to them. The blood is the bond.

Signatures:

Harry James Potter

Hermione Jane Granger

Ronald Bilius Weasely

Fredrick Percevile Weasely

They all looked over the contract, feeling as if they had just sealed their fate.

"I think…that we should also agree we can't tell even our own friends or family without Harry's permission. Not even George, ok Fred?" Fred nodded, an uncharacteristically serious look on his face.

"And…If we ever need a password, or just something to identify one of us with, something that only we would know, it should be that." Harry said, pointing to where he wrote, "The blood is the bond." Everybody nodded their agreement.

"I think we should go now." Hermione said, still looking at the contract. "Harry will keep the contract in case anyone else is told." Once again, everyone nodded. They traded goodnights, and Ron, Hermione and Fred left the room.

End flashback

Harry's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock at his door. Harry looked up. The person knocked again, this time a little louder.

"It's unlocked." Harry called. The door opened and Fleur stepped inside. Harry hurried to hide the contract. Once Fleur was in the room, she walked over to him.

" 'Ello, 'Arry.' She greeted quietly.

"Er...um…good afternoon, Fleur." Harry replied nervously. Harry sat up and scooted over in his bed, leaving room for Fleur. She moved over to him and sat down. Looking him in the eye, she asked him what she came to ask.

" 'Arry….did you talk to zem?" Her eyes searched his. Harry tore his eyes away and looked down.

"Yes." He answered softly. "Yes, I did…."

"Did you find vat you wanted to know?" Harry hesitated.

"Yes, but….I wish I hadn't…." he said quietly. She looked at him in concern.

"Vould you….like to talk about 'et?" Harry thought about it for a few moments.

"I…don't know…." He said looking down. Fleur took his face in her hands and gently turned it up to face her.

" 'Arry," she said. "When I said I vas here for you….I meant 'et. I really vant to 'elp you, if you vill let me…" She said gently, yet seriously. Harry starred into her eyes and nodded.

"Ok, I'll tell you, but only under one condition…." He said uncertainly.

"Anyzing" she said. Harry hesitated for a moment.

"Please…don't hate me…." Fleur was shocked.

"Why vould I 'ate you?" she asked in surprise. Harry looked at her with an intensity that she had never seen in him before. Without answering her question, he started to tell her about who he was.

"I'm pretty sure you've heard of Dracula, King of Vampires, but he wasn't really king. Dracula was really the prince of Vampires, and his father, Gerathon, was the king. He ruled the race of Vampires known as Necromancers. Two thousand years ago, there was a civil war between two vampire clans that once held an alliance. The Necromancers, led by Gerathon, and the Shadow Dancers, led by Fareth. The difference between the two clans was that the Necromancers were full vampire, but the Shadow Dancers were all half breeds. One thousand years previously, a Necromancer of the royal family was exiled, and he married a mortal, and they became the Shadow Dancers. When Gerathon came into power, he decided to rid the vampire race of half breeds, starting the civil war.

"Seven hundred and fifty years into the war, Gerathon promoted his son, Dracula, to the rank of general. Unfortunately for Gerathon, Dracula saw nothing wrong with mixing blood, and actually thought it imperative to the race's survival. He defected with his unit over to Fareth's side during his first battle. During the last two hundred fifty years of the war, Dracula used his contacts in the Necromancer clan to strike at Gerathon from the inside. During the final battle, which lasted five years, Dracula slayed Gerathon, but was pierced with a blade tinted with poison used for killing vampires. He used advanced magic and went into a one thousand year healing trance. When he awoke, his body had decayed because there was no host. He was forced to use a different body, so he sealed himself into the body of a newly born. James Potter. He kept all of his memories, and took on the likeness of his old self as he got older. At the age of sixteen, his Vampiric powers started to reemerge. Shortly after leaving school, he married a mortal. Lily Evens. They were key figures in the fight against Voldemort, and because of James's status as Dracula, prince of the death, they were able to convince many of the undead to join in the fight against the dark lord.

"Lily had married James, knowing who and what he was, and together, they had a baby…me…" Harry finished. He was pretty sure he went a little overboard with the explanation, but all he cared about at the moment was Fleur's reaction.

'God, don't hate me…please don't hate me.' He thought desperately. Harry looked up to find Fleur staring at him in what seemed like utter horror.

"S-so…y-you're…a Vampire?" she asked, cautiously. Harry gulped.

"Part." He said nervously. Fleur stood up abruptly. "What's wrong?" He asked. Fleur started to back up.

"Y-you're zee prince of zee dead…" Harry soot up and Fleur backed further away.

"Fleur…" Harry said uncertainly. He reached out his hand and Fleur jumped away. He looked into her eyes and almost broke down right then and there when he saw nothing but terror reflected in them. "Fleur…please." He said softly. By now, Fleur was up against the wall, groping for the door knob.

"God, Get away…Don't come near me….please…" She begged. Harry dropped his hand.

"Wha--?" He was genuinely shocked. He took another step closer, and she took another step back.

"I said get away! Don't take another step, monster!" She half screamed, half begged.

"You…you said you wouldn't hate me." He said softly. He struggled to keep himself from crying. Harry looked back up at her. "Please….please don't hate me." He whispered. Fleur's features softened slightly, probably at his tone, but her face still showed great terror.

"Just get away, get away….please, just step back…please." She whispered to him and herself. His eyes filled with tears.

Fleur looked as if she was struggling between going to him, and running as fast as she could. The latter won. She found the door knob, threw open the door and ran out of his room.

In that moment, Harry stopped fighting and let the tears flow. He had no idea why it hurt him so much, but he didn't exactly care at the moment. The pain was real enough to drive everything from his mind.

Harry collapsed to his knees and brought his hands up to his face. In addition to the pain Fleur had just inflicted on him, he also felt the hurt from sixteen years of being hated. He could feel every pain that he had ever felt, emotional and physical, rush through him. He tried to fight it back, but it was no use. It broke free, and Harry let out an anguished sob.

'Why the fuck does this always happen!' he thought, letting out another sigh. 'She said she was there for me, but now she hates me………'

He brought his fist up and punched it straight through the floor just as someone arrived at his open door.

Harry barely registered somebody saying the words, "Oh dear god…" before he lifted his bloody fist and punched through the floor again. He did this two more times, and only stopped when he felt someone pulling at him arm.

"C'mon…get…up." The person said. Harry barely registered it. He didn't even struggle. He just hung there limply while the person struggled to pull him up. The person finally got him to his feet, but he was too out of it to stand. Deep down inside his conscience somewhere, he knew he was overreacting, but he didn't care. As the person let go of him, he started to fall. The person caught him and muttered something that sounded like, "oh shit."

Harry was being dragged out of the room, a trail of blood from his fist following him. He was vaguely aware of a door opening and being dragged into a room. The person dragging him took him over to a bed and dumped him on it. They leaned over panting and choke out, "Damn, for a guy whose skin and bones, you sure weigh a lot."

Harry's brain finally registered that the person who dragged him into a room, but he was too out of it to care. He closed his eyes.

"I wanna die…." He murmured.

"Oooooo nooooo you don't." the girl said. "Too many people would miss you."

"No they wouldn't. They hate me, they hate what I am. All of them do. They wouldn't care if I left…" Harry whispered, not even aware that he was having a conversation.

"That's not true…" she said quietly, being filled with sadness at seeing her friend like this. "I would care….I would miss you." The girl reached her hand out and stroked the side of Harry's face, like a mother would do for their child, or a brother to a sister even. "I would cry for you…"

Harry's mind finally started struggling back to reality. "Tonks…." He said softly, finally recognizing who was with him. Harry brought his hand up and laid it over Tonks' and started to cry again, but this time, they were silent tears. Not a sound was heard.

Tonks drew Harry into a hug, trying her best to sooth him. She rubbed his back and whispered things such as, "it's alright, everything will be ok."

After a short time, Harry sat back and shook his head violently. "No, it's not alright. It won't ever be okay again." He said, his voice reflecting every ounce of anguish he felt. Harry collapsed backwards in the bed, and Tonks gazed at him, her face showing an expression of worry.

"Harry….I don't know even half of what's going on, but….you can't do this alone. You need people to help you. One person can only do so much…and…it's pretty obvious you're at your limit." she said softly. Harry shook his head again.

"I have to." He said. Tonks went to take his hand, but he pulled it back. "It's my curse, and I have to live with it." With that, Harry got up and ran out of the room. Any joy that Tonks had felt earlier today after coming out of Dumbledore's "Office" had evaporated, and now she stared after the boy sadly.

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Harry ran into his room and threw himself on his bed, though not before locking his door. He really wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone at the moment, not even the members of his pact.

Meanwhile: the kitchen, dinner time.

Molly Weasley looked around at the collection of people seated at the table and frowned when she noticed that Harry was missing.

"Ron, be a dear and go tell Harry dinner's ready." Ron sighed and nodded. Getting up from his seat next to Hermione, he went upstairs to fetch Harry.

Fleur watched Ron retreat from the table, her mind in turmoil. She new she had likely overreacted to Harry's news, but she was always raised to fear the undead. Learning that Harry was the new prince of the dead had struck her hard, and she had immediately decided to hate and fear him, not even giving him a chance to say anything. She just ran.

Fleur sighed. She started thinking about everything that had transpired. Because of how she was brought up, she wanted so badly to hate Harry for what he was, yet no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't. True, she did in fact fear Harry, but no matter what she told herself, she couldn't hate the young man.

Coming to this realization, Fleur almost broke down on the spot, but was able to save face. She could only imagine how much she had hurt him, and yet she was too afraid to seek him out and speak to him about it.

Fleur began to dread the moment that Ron would come down the steps, Harry following him. She really didn't want to face the boy.

Ron arrived back in the kitchen ten minutes later…but with no Harry.

"Where is Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked her soon, noticing her son return alone. Ron sighed and shook his head.

"He said he wasn't feeling well, and that he didn't feel like eating." He said. Hearing this, Fleur was surprised to find that she was not relieved, like she was expecting to be. Rather, she was worried, yet could not find why. Mrs. Weasley frowned.

"Well, I'll give you a tray of food to take up to him later." She said. Ron shook his head again, and countered the idea.

"I already asked him if he wanted me to do that, but he said he didn't want anything at all." Mrs. Weasley's frowned stayed, but she sat down and started dinner.

Else where: Back in Harry's room

Harry was still thinking. He had already made up his mind that he wasn't going eat, and was therefore prepared when Ron had knocked on his door, telling him dinner was ready. After Harry had refused, Ron offered to bring up some food later, but Harry denied that too. Ron had left, knowing better than to ask any questions. Harry sighed and rolled over, trying to guess why Fleur had reacted like she did.

'god, why does it hurt so much?' he asked him self for the thousandth time, feeling a pain in his chest from thinking about it. 'Does she even know how much she hurt me?' Harry sighed again.

'I gotta get out of here…' he thought, and with that, he got up and ran out of his room.

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Harry ran as fast as he could towards the back exit of Grimmauld place. Bursting out of the door, he ran to a clearing. He looked up at the rooftop of the house, and thought of how he could get up there. Less than a second later, to Harry's surprise, he was standing on the roof of the building, looking over the street.

'What the fuck!' He thought in confusion. 'How the hell did I get up here?'

Turning around, Harry looked at where he had been standing a few seconds before. He shrugged.

'Heh…I wanted to get up here, so I guess I shouldn't complain…' he thought to himself. Walking over to a flat area on the edge of the roof, Harry sat down and went into thought.

'Maybe I should have listened to Tonks….' He thought. 'either way…I over reacted, but…it just hurt so much. I don't even know why!' Harry's mind was in turmoil, and he brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. 'Is it because she said she would always be there, then wasn't? Or is it something else….God Dammit! Why did she have to react like that! Why does she hate me for it?' Harry's eyes filled with tears for a third time. 'God…why don't I just jump off the fucking building and end it all. No one would care, least of all her. No one would even cry for me….'

Harry stood up and looked over the edge of the building.

"So what if I jump…" he said softly, yet aloud. Besides, if what Dumbledore said was true, Harry wouldn't be hurt. Not like Harry cared or anything, he wanted to feel the pain. Taking a breath, Harry closed his eyes and jumped off the five floor building. His arms were at his side, and he was straight as a board. He felt the wind whipping at him, and opened his eyes to watch as the concrete of the patio came rushing towards him. Just before he hit the ground, he heard someone scream. He didn't have anytime to think about it before his head connected with cement.

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"Harry….! Oh my god….my god….Harry!" he heard someone scream again. He opened his eyes and realized he was lying on his back. He noticed something wet covering his head and getting stuck in his hair. Turning his head gently to the side, he saw blood all over the ground.

"My blood." He whispered. Someone ran over to him and practically jumped on him.

"Oh god…Harry! God, don't be dead….please don't be dead!" the same person was screaming. Harry felt himself being shaken.

Slowly turning his head, Harry focused on the person who was screaming.

He was now staring into the teary eyes of a very beautiful person leaning over him

"Mother…" he whispered softly, yet loud enough that the girl heard him. Her eyes widened, and then Harry took in the rest of the kneeling girl. He saw the silver, blond hair, and noted that her eyes were not green, but rather a very striking blue.

"No…Fleur…" he corrected himself softly. Harry slowly…unconsciously…brought his hand up to wipe the tears away from her eyes. It didn't matter though, she was still crying, so he gently caressed the side of her face. Fleur let out a strangled sob and threw he self onto Harry's chest. Harry let his hand fall to his side as the young women cried her heart out. His mind was numb.

'Why does she cry for me? She hates me….she hates what I am….' He thought absent mindedly.

Tilting his head down slightly, he saw her sobbing, felt her tears soaking his shirt and tickling his chest. Fleur looked up slightly, still crying. Her eyes met Harry's and she spoke to him in a strangled whisper.

"You stupid idiot. What in zee 'ell ver you thinking?" she asked quietly, her voice full of sadness. "Do you 'ave any idea vat would 'appen if you died?" she murmured. There was a pause, during which Fleur's crying eyes held Harry's. Then…

"I don't care. There's just too much. I can't take much more of it…" he whispered, ripping his gaze from hers and looking back up. "Besides, you hate me for what I am, so why should you care…" His own eyes began to fill with tears. Fleur buried her head back in his chest and let out another sob while she said what she truly thought.

"I tried to," she said quietly into his chest. "….I tried so much to 'ate you, but….I just can't." Thanks to Harry's improved hearing, he was able to catch what she said. "I tried, but I can't…" she whispered, barely audible to a normal person.

They fell into silence as she continued to cry. Tears were threatening to spill out of Harry's own eyes, but this time he didn't even try to fight it. He just let them come. He brought his arm up and gently wrapped it around Fleur's shoulders.

They stayed like that, just crying with each other, for at least an hour. Just lying there, in a puddle of Harry's blood, and at that moment, he felt closer to Fleur than he ever felt with anyone else, even Sirius. Harry remembered his words… 'The blood is the bond.' How true it was. As he thought this, he thought of the greatest mistake he had made in his life so far.

"I wanted to die…" Harry whispered.

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I belong to here

Where no one cares

And no one loves

A/N: ok, so that one got pretty emotional. And, just because I like it so much, it is likely that almost all of the characters will end up OCC. Oh yes, and I will (at some point) explain what the deal is with Fleur and Vampires/undead. And one of the reasons Harry was overreacting was, though he didn't know it, when he broke down, he was releasing all the pain he had ever felt since arriving at the Dursley's. Both physical, emotional and spiritual. Also, some of you may be thinking that it would be weird for them to be acting like that right in front of the house. I'll tell you now…they were not in front of the house! I'm going to say that they were on a patio in the back yard of the building, or something like that.

I am in the process of editing these chapters. You know, spelling, grammar and such. Please bear with, I don't know how long it'll take and I may do it several times. I'm also attempting to do the next chapter. Don't know if it'll come out good enough to post or not, but if it does, Ill likely be removing the "discontinued till further notice" thingy…