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

3. Emergence

Symphony of the night.

A/N: Ok, so the last chapter was longer than I normally do, but I think it turned out ok. I'll try to keep my chapters at that length (Give or take) From now on, though it will probably increase the time between updates. Also, I really don't have a summery for this chapter 'cause Ima wing it, so you'll just have to read it if you wanna know what it's about. One last thing…you may have noticed things in a different font between the chapter number/name and the beginning of the chapter, and another one between the end of the chapter and the last Authors note. Those are little things that I've found in books or on the net. I do nor own them, but if by chance I put one in that I wrote, it'll be written beneath it. Ok…I think that's it.

DragonMaster51 : I am hoping to keep it Harry/Fleur. Tonks and Harry will develop a deep friendship, but nothing beyond that. As for the Veela powers...notta clue. Most of the time, my writting is improve. Finally, Yes. Harry wil...er...learn ... more about his powers in this chapter...sorta.

Chapter 3: Emergence

When I dipped my hands into the night

All I found was darkness,

But you….

…you found the stars

(I wrote this one ))

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Harry and Fleur ad been lying together…crying together…for the past two and a half hours, and now it was pitch black out side. The blood around Harry had dried and Fleur had fallen asleep on Harry's chest, tears still glistening in her eyes. Harry was still awake, but his mind was still numb. He didn't understand how he could feel so close to Fleur after how she had acted. Harry tried to keep his mind open while thinking about this. He had also told himself that he had to keep his mind open to the possibility that there might be something there, something on a deeper lever that drew him to her. Yes, he had finally admitted to himself that he was drawn to her, but that notion did not do anything to comfort him.

Harry shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts, telling himself that he would have time to think of them later. Harry carefully tilted his head downwards looking at Fleur. He brought the arm that was not around her up and brushed a few stray tears from her face. He kept looking at her, as if the mere sight of her would answer all of his questions. Instead, it made him even more confused.

'Why?' He thought to him self. "Why am I so drawn to you?'

Harry looked back up and saw the stars shinning over head, like a beacon in the night. Harry sighed, just now realizing that it was so late. Gently, he moved Fleur off of his chest and sat up. Gathering the girl in his arms, he stood and made his way over towards the back entrance of Grimmauld Place, the same one that he had run through a few hours ago. Closing his eyes at the memory, he forced it from his mind as he made his way through the house.

Everything in the main house was quiet, though some sounds could be heard from the kitchen. It seemed as if most of the houses occupants, aside from some order members, had decided to go to bed early.

Harry carefully crept up the stairs, trying his best to make as little noise as possible. He really didn't won't anyone to see him and get the wrong idea. As he was passing Bill's room, he actually put a small, undetectable, silencing charm around himself and Fleur, as he didn't want to be killed by the older Weasley if he saw Harry with his girlfriend. Harry was almost positive Bill would get the wrong idea.

As Harry neared the room Fleur shared with Tonks, he stopped suddenly and jumped behind a tapestry. Harry wasn't sure how he knew it, but he could almost sense someone about to approach. Three minutes later, the door to Fleur's room opened and Tonks walked out. Harry pressed himself as far against the wall as he could and even stopped breathing as Tonks passed his hiding spot.

After the sound of her footsteps faded, Harry emerged from his sanctuary and crossed the few feet it took to get to the door of Fleur's room. Once the door was open, he stepped in and went over to one of the beds. He had never been in the room before, but somehow he knew which bed belonged to Fleur. He pulled back the covers and gently placed Fleur on the bed. After replacing the blankets and sheets, he looked down at her sleeping form and noticed that she had stopped crying. He smiled to himself and, before he could stop himself, bent himself over her sleeping form and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

He quietly back-track, and left the room. He was halfway to the room he slept in when he ran into Tonks. She looked at him in surprise as his eyes widened in shock.

"Harry!" She said, still trying to get over the surprise of bumping into him. Harry looked away from her, hoping she wouldn't bring up what had happened when she had found him punching holes through the floor.

Tonks stood there looking at Harry for a few minutes, while Harry was looking away from her. She cleared her throat, and Harry pretty much cast away all hope that she wouldn't say anything.

"So…feeling any better?" She carefully asked. Harry slowly nodded and she peered at him as if trying to see if he was lying or not. Harry decided he wasn't up to any questions, so he opened his mouth to divert her away from the subject she was heading to.

"Look, Tonks….I really don't feel like talking at the moment, so can I just get back to my room and sleep before I pass out on the stairs?" He asked. Tonks sighed and nodded. After she stepped to the side, Harry continued on his was.

Luckily, Harry made it back to his room without any further disruptions. He opened the door and carefully made his way past the holes he had created, and lay on his bed. He focused his gaze on the ceiling. His brain felt numb, and before he knew it, he was asleep.

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The battlefield was strewn with thousands of corpses, blood everywhere. It was almost devoidof anything living…or half-living for that matter.

Anything still alive could hear the sound of screams as their friends, comrades or enemy's were slain. They listened to the short, ragged breaths of anything alive or dying. The accentuated eyesight could see blood flying everywhere as a sword pierced flesh, or an axe sent heads rolling. They felt, through the spirits, the joining of souls as they left their hosts, left the world, left the dimension. They could feel the vibration of the earth as more and more warriors fell.

At the center of the field of death, sixteen men could be seen, divided into two rows of eight and facing each other. Between these two rows, another two men, one clad in all black with shoulder length, black hair and a black goatee. The other was garbed in white with long silver hair, could be seen engaged in a tense battle. Blade clashed against blade, each move was parried and countered.

"After today, not another vampire will have to suffer under your oppression. I will kill you father! This will be your grave!" shouted the silver haired man as his attack was parried. They stood apart long enough for the black haired man to throw back his head and laugh. In the blink of an eye, he rushed the silver haired man.

"I'm afraid not, young Dracula. I will not be killed so easily, and most certainly not by the likes of you." He brought his sword around and made a cut for the head of the white haired man. The white haired man, also known as Vladimir Farenheight Tepes a.k.a Dracula, seemed to blink out of existence just as the sword cut through the spot his head had been. He reappeared to the right of the black haired and rushed right towards him. The black haired man brought his sword back around and cut through the middle of Dracula, but instead of dying, he vanished.

"Lord Gerathon!" Shouted one of the men from the row of eight behind the black haired man.

The black haired man, also known as Gerathon, Lord of the dead, turned just in time to see another Dracula coming right towards him. Gerathon moved as fast as he could to the side, but it wasn't quite fast enough. By the time the attack was done, Dracula was standing in front of Gerathon, and Gerathon was clutching his side. Dracula's poisoned blade had pierced through him, right below his right lung.

"Damn you fool! I'll kill you!" He screamed in rage. He ran straight towards Dracula, his attention focused entirely on revenge. He brought his blade back and stabbed forward, but because of his wound, he was too slow and Dracula was able to spin to the side and avoid him. Dracula used his momentum to place himself behind his father, and stabbed his blade forward just as Gerathon turned.

Now, the two were facing each other. Father against son. Enemies.

A sword could be seen protruding from Gerathon's back, and Dracula's lips pulled back into a smile. The wind seemed to whisper into the ears of all who were present.

"And thus, you grave it has become…."

"And at last, we are free…." Dracula whispered absently, still smiling. His eyes unfocused. Gerathon looked at his son in shock, then fell over backwards, the sword being wrenched out of Dracula's hands. With Gerathon no longer standing in front of Dracula, all could see the dagger stabbed deep into his belly, but they could also see that Gerathon was dead.

Everyone who was present silently removed their helmet, knelt down on their right knee, and bowed their head, acknowledging Dracula as their new lord. Dracula looked all around him, then down at the dagger sticking out of his stomach. He let out a soft laugh, then collapsed to his knees, everyone around him still bowing. He keeled over backwards, and hit the ground next to his fallen father, his eyes staring up at the sky. The last words anyone heard him speak were:

"We are free…" and to everyone around him he died, but to himself, an ancient spell took hold and sealed him in time, beginning to heal the wounds caused to him, both mental and physical.

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Harry woke with a start early the next morning, his dream still vividly replaying itself in his head. He remembered the look of the battlefield, the smell of death, and the sound of screams. He saw the swords clash as the Lord Gerathon battled his son, Dracula. He witnessed the end of the war, and still had the picture of Gerathon's dead body on the ground, everyone kneeling to Dracula, and Dracula keeling over. He also remembered the last words any one had heard Dracula speak.

"We are free..."

Then, a realization hit him. Dracula had been acknowledged as the new King of the dead. Dracula was his father, and his Father was dead, so that must mean…..

'oh my god…I'm not the prince of the dead…..I'm the Lord of the dead….' Harry's mind was in shock, and he tried to reason with himself.

'Now hold on Harry….maybe it isn't what you think it is….maybe it was just a dream…' He thought, but then quickly turned that down. Somehow, he knew it wasn't a dream. It was real. He had seen the past. 'Ok….well them maybe you misunderstood something…yea, that's gotta be it. I'll just talk to Dumbledore about it and clear the whole thing up.' With that thought, Harry sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. After standing up, he shed his night clothes and dressed in Black baggy pants, and a white tank-top. After trying his best to flatten his hair (and once again giving up) he walked over to his door, keeping in mind to avoid the holes in the floor.

'Maybe I should get someone to check on that.' He thought to himself. He sighed and shook his head. Once he left the room, he stood on the landing and looked up and down the stairs, trying to decided whether he should go wake Ron and Hermione up or go ahead down to the kitchen. He decided on the latter.

Walking into the kitchen, Harry noted that it was almost empty, save for Mrs. Weasley, Lupin and Sirius. Lupin and Sirius were sitting across from each other at the table, and Mrs. Weasley was at the stove cooking.

Harry made his way over to the table and sat himself down next to Sirius. Leaning over, he opened his mouth to ask Sirius a question.

"Do you know the next time Dumbledore will be here?" He whispered.

"Notta clue. Why, is it important?" Sirius whispered back.

"Could be," Harry replied. He stood up and went over to the cabinet. He reached up and pulled out a small glass, then moved on to the fridge. Mrs. Weasley turned at the sound of the refrigerator opening. When she saw Harry, she frowned, but Harry could tell that she wanted to smile.

"Are you feeling better dear?" She asked crisply. Harry nodded and gave her a smile. The frown fell from her face, and she smiled back. "That's good." Harry nodded. Harry was about to leave the kitchen when Mrs. Weasley spoke up again.

"Oh, Harry, if you're going back up, would you be a dear and fetch Ron, Hermione and Ginny? I figured we would go ahead to Diagon Alley today and get school shopping out of the way." Harry nodded again, and Mrs. Weasley gave her thanks. Once he left the kitchen, Harry let out a sigh. He trudged up the steps until he was right in front of Ron's door. He knocked a few times and, not getting an answer, entered the room.

He walked over to Ron's bed and looked down at him. Ron was muttering something, and Harry shook his head when he heard the words 'butterbear' and 'Pegasus'. Reaching over, he shook Ron's shoulder, and called out to him.

"Oy, Ron…time to wake up. Roonnnnnnn. Oh Roniekins…." Harry sighed when Ron still wouldn't wake up. Harry took a deep breath and leaned over towards Ron's ear.

"SPIDERS" Harry shouted as loud as he could. Ron let out a scream that made him sound remarkably like a girl, and shot upright, making Harry drop to the floor laughing. Ron, close to panic, looked all around him and nearly screamed again when he saw Harry on the floor, laughing and clutching his sight.

"What the hell are you thinking! What forces of evil made you do that, you ass-hole!" Ron shouted angrily. "I was having a perfectly good dream too!"

Harry tried respond, but he was still laughing. Ron frowned and slapped Harry hard on the back. Harry yelped in pain, but it did cause him to stop laughing.

"Yeah, butterbear and flying horses…real good." Harry said, smiling like it was his birthday and he was actually enjoying it. "As for why I did it…your mom wanted me to wake up everyone. She said we would go to Diagon Alley today to get our school shopping done."

"Oh…" Ron said, looking at Harry blankly. "You should have said so." He said. Harry glared at him.

"Be honest…would you have taken it any better?" Harry asked.

ummm…..Nope!" Ron said, a large grin spreading across his face. Harry sighed.

"C'mon, let's go wake up the others…" The two boys exited the room and started up the stairs towards the room Hermione and Ginny Shared.

When they got there, the stood in front of it for a few moments. Ron stepped back and signaled for Harry t knock. Shooting Ron a glare, he stepped up to the door and raised his hand to knock. After several minutes of waiting, the boys quietly opened the door and stepped into the room. Harry pointed to himself, then Ginny. Then to Ron and Hermione. Ron nodded and walked over to Hermione's bed, and Harry over to Ginny's. They looked at each other and nodded. Each taking a big breath, they leaned into the girl's ears.

"Wakie, Wakie!" They both shouted at the same time. Both girls shot upright, and Harry had to duck Ginny's fist. Ron, however, wasn't so lucky and he had a nice, red hand print on his cheek to prove it. They calmly stood there, waiting for the girls to stop yelling and, in Ginny's case, throwing every swear sword known to man at them. After the girls had settled down, Harry explained that Mrs. Weasley wanted to go to Diagon Alley for their school stuff, so they had to be up early.

'I'd be surprised if anyone was still sleeping after that…' Harry thought, smiling to himself as they walked down the steps.

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Some three hours later Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley were walking down the street of Diagon Alley, accompanied by three other people that Harry didn't expect to come: Tonks, Bill and….Fleur. Needless to say, Harry was avoiding spending any time alone with the girl. As a matter of fact, he was avoiding having to talk to her at all.

All of a sudden, Ron grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him away from the group and into Quality Quidditch Supplies.

'Hey! What gives?" Harry asked with an annoyed tone, pulling his arm from Ron's grasp. Ron sighed and turned to face Harry.

"Just gotta tell you about something weird that happened…" Ron trailed of.

"Well? What is it?" Harry asked, quickly losing his patience. Ron quickly supplied his answer.

"Well….you know how Bill and Fleur are seeing each other?" Harry was shocked, not by the fact that they were together, he knew that, but by the fact that Ron would bring it up out of the blue.

"Ummm…..yeah. What about it?" Harry replied. Ron took a deep breath.

"Bill's going to be leaving in a few days for Egypt and…well….he asked Fleur to go with him…" Inside, Harry felt something snap, but he quickly pushed it down.He didn't have to fake the confused look on his face.

"Ummm…..what's so weird about that?" Harry asked, trying his best to ignore the very uncomfortable feeling in his stomach.

"Geeze Harry, wait would you? I'm getting to that part." Ron said, a small smile gracing his lips before becoming serious. "The weird thing is….she refused."

Harry's jaw dropped. "What!" Ron frowned.

"You heard me. Fleur refused to go to Egypt with Bill….told ya it was weird." Harry's eyes were wide and he was starring at Ron with an extremely surprised look on his face.

"Fleur refused Bill!" Harry practically shouted it Ron clamped his hand over Harry's mouth.

"Yes." He hissed. "Now shut up. They don't know that I know." Harry nodded dumbly and Ron took his hand of his mouth. Somewhere deep inside Harry, the piece of himself that snapped repaired itself and something in him lifted.

'Why the hell am I so happy about this?' He asked himself. Harry shook these thoughts from his head.

"You're right…that is weird…" Ron nodded and dragged Harry back outside. They caught up with everyone, minus Fleur and Bill, in Flourish and Blots. Harry and Ron split up to look for the books they would need.

By the time Harry had found all the books on his list, the others will still looking. Leaving his books with the cashier, he went off to look at some extra stuff.

For some reason Harry could not explain, he felt like he was being pulled towards a particular section of the store. When he finally stopped, he looked up at the heading and saw that he was in the Dark Arts/Defense against the Dark Arts section. He scanned the DADA shelves first. About halfway down the second row, a particular book caught his attention. He pulled it out of the shelf, and just as he was about to open it, his head turned itself to the Dark Arts section. Walking over to the shelves housing the DA (A/N: No…not the club) books, he found another book that seemed to be calling him.

After Harry had both books in his arms, he noticed that they were very similar in appearance. He walked over to one of the tables nearby and placed the books in them. After he sat down, he pulled over the DADA one. It was hard to tell if it was old or new. The cover looked to be made of some sort of black leather, and was flawless. On the binding, there was an elaborate, golden Phoenix engraving, and the front of the book featured a detailed engraving of a Phoenix curled around a Mage's staff, again in gold, both tinted with a little red. The book itself seemed to be of medium length, but Harry had a feeling that there was more to it than there appeared to be. The title was: The Master's Book to Defense and Dueling (A/N: when referring to this, I may use MBDD).

Harry placed this book aside and pulled the other one towards him.This one seemed to be of the same age as the other, though he still couldn't tell how old they were. Once again, the cover was a type of flawless, black leather, seemingly the same type as the DADA book. One of the major differences were that the binding featured an engraving of a stunningly detailed, silver serpent and the front cover showed another detailed serpent, but this time, it wrapped itself around a sword. The serpents had a green tinting on them that made them look almost alive and the eyes were a deep red. The title of this book was "Lord of the Dark Arts: A book for masters" (A/N: Abbreviation is LDA) Once again, he had the feeling that the book contained more than it appeared to.

Harry didn't bother to look at the price of the books, for he knew that it would not matter. After stowing these books with the rest of his, he went into some of the other sections, the first one being full of books about magical creatures. As he was turning down one of the rows, he ran into an angry looking Bill.

"Umm…Hi Bill…." Harry greeted nervously. Bill merely nodded to him. "Uh…where's Fleur?" Harry asked, still nervous. Bill froze.

"At the moment, Harry, I don't know, and to be truthful, I don't really care." With that, Bill stalked off leaving a very confused Harry in his wake.

'Ookkkkkk….what was that all about?' he asked himself. Shrugging, he continued looking. The only thing he picked up from this section was a book on vampires. Harry thought that it would be a good idea to research them if he was going to turn into one….sorta. Harry left the section for magical creatures and was heading for the section on magical plants. For some unknown reason (A/N: Is it me or are there a lot of those?) Harry ended up in the charms section.

Harry was wandering down through the isles, not even paying attention to any of the books. He knew that his body had brought him there for a reason. Harry was about to leave when he heard what sounded like someone crying near the back of the section. Harry walked towards the sound until he was in a secluded corner of the book store. There were no books, but there was a table. Sitting at the table was Fleur, her elbows resting on the table and her head in her hands. As soon as Harry saw that she was shaking, he knew it was Fleur that was crying.

Harry silently walked towards the table.

'Something weird is going on. First Bill is all pissed of about something, and now Fleur is sitting in a corner crying…' Harry thought, his mind racing. What was he supposed to do? Harry reflected on the previous year when he had discovered that he was a hopeless failure when it came to comforting girls. Sighing to himself, Harry walked over to the table and sat down next to Fleur. For a while she seemed not to notice that he was there. Not knowing what he should do, Harry just sat there with her. He didn't know how much time had past while he was in her presence, but he didn't care. He just wanted to comfort the crying girl, which he didn't know how to do.

Without warning Fleur, still crying, leaned into Harry, using his shoulder for support. Harry stiffened momentarily at the contact, but then relaxed as a feeling of rightness crept into him.

Harry looked down at Fleur's shaking form. Harry thought for a few moments, then brought his arm up and wrapped it around her shoulders. She gave another soft sob and turned her head to look at Harry with eyes red from crying. Harry locked his eyes with hers for a moment, then pulled them away and lifted his head up to stare straight ahead again.

Fleur continued to look at Harry for a few moments, the she turned her body slightly and rested her head in the crock of his neck. Harry could now feel Fleur's tears soaking his shoulder, but he didn't mind. A few more minutes passed with them staying like that. Fleur had finally gotten her tears under control, and was now just using Harry for support that he was more than willing to give.

Another five minutes or so passed before Fleur spoke.

"Bill and I….Ve 'ad a big argument…." She said sadly. Harry turned his attention back to her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Harry asked carefully. He knew it was corny, but it was the only thing he could think of to say.

Fleur hesitated and looked Harry straight in the eye. She nodded a yes.

"Bill…he vanted me to go to Egypt with 'im." She said sadly. Harry nodded.

"I'm sorry, but I knew that. Ron had overheard you and told me about it…." He said cautiously. Fleur looked shocked for a moment, then nodded her head.

"I see….I guess 'e told you zat I refused?" Harry nodded and Fleur gave him a soft smile. It fell when she began the next part of the explanation.

"'E vasn't too 'appy about my answer….Vhen ve got 'ere, he pulled me aside and tried to make me reconsider. I kept telling 'im no, but 'e vouldn't listen to me. I don't know vhen 'e figured it out zat I meant it vhen I said no, but vhen he did…'e started yelling at me…" she told him sadly. Harry looked at her in shock.

"What did he say?" Harry asked.

"'E said zat if I truly loved 'im, I vould go to Egypt with 'im. He said zat if I didn't go with 'im, he vould leave, and I vould never be able to see or speak with 'im again…" She said, tears once more threatening to show themselves.

"Fleur…" Harry began softly. "If Bill loves you, he will let you make your own choices and respect them, if he doesn't, than he doesn't deserve someone like you…" Harry had no idea where that came from, but he knew it to be true.

"But…I don't vant 'im to leave me…I don't vant to be alone again…." She whispered.

Harry looked startled for a few moments, then his features relaxed and he gave her a small smile.

"You're never alone…" Harry told her quietly. He pulled her even closer to him as she began to cry again. He stayed there and held her for what seemed like hours. She had been able to stop her tears after a few minutes then just sat there with him, letting him hold her.

Half an hour later, Fleur pulled back from Harry and gave him a soft smile.

'Well, she doesn't seem to fear me like I was the Devil anymore….' He thought gratefully after seeing her smile.

"Thank you 'Arry…I really needed zat, and I'm really sorry…" she said softly, looking at min uncertainly with the last part. Harry nodded.

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"Anytime Fleur." Said Harry sincerely. She smile again, and leaned over towards him. Before Harry could pull back, Fleur planted a soft kiss on the side of his face and stood up. She then turned to face a stunned Harry.

"I am going to 'ead out. 'Ow much longer vill you be?" She asked while drying her eyes with the collar of her blouse.

Harry snapped back to reality and looked at the watch Hermione had given him for his birthday. It was about 2pm, so he figured he would leave and get the rest of his shopping done. He stood up and answered Fleur's question.

"I'm probably going to head out too. I still have to get the rest of my school shopping done." He said with a sigh. She smiled softly. He joined her where she was standing. "Shall we go?" he asked. She nodded and together, they headed towards the cashier to pay for their books.

When Fleur and Harry finished paying, they headed for the exit, meeting Ron and Hermione in the process

The four-some had just reached the door when a cold voice stopped them dead in their tracks.

"Well, if it isn't Potter and his fan club." Said a voice that belonged to Draco Malfoy. They all turned to face him. Harry felt something flare inside himself as he faced the sneering Slytherin.

"Why hello, Malfoy. Tell me, have you heard from your father lately?" Harry asked innocently while envisioning Malfoy being eaten by a giant serpent. Malfoy's sneer disappeared from his face and was replaced by a look of anger. Harry had obviously touched on a sore subject for Malfoy.

Harry, seeing the look of rage on Draco's face, let a sneer crawl onto his own.

"What's wrong, little weasel? Are you missing your daddy?" Harry asked, thoroughly enjoying himself. Malfoy looked like he was about to slaughter Harry and Ron and Hermione were looking at him like he was crazy. Fleur stood behind Harry, looking fearfully from Harry to Draco. Harry felt whatever had flared within him spread outward, enhancing his senses and intoxicating with a wonderful feeling of power.

Harry opened his mouth and let words flow out without even thinking of them. To everyone around him, it sounded as if Harry was chanting.

"There in the midst of it, so alive and alone

Words support like bone

Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy.

Looking for mercy

In your daddy's arms

Wait until darkness comes."

(A/N: I actually found this on a picture while browsing websites. Just so you know: It isn't mine. I in no way claim any ownership)

When Harry was done his little chant, he let out an evil sounding chuckle. The four other people standing around him were looking at him in surprise.

"Harry…" Fleur whispered, fear and worry in her voice. Hermione swallowed and Ron shot fearful glances at everyone. Harry didn't respond to Fleur for two reasons. One, he wasn't listening, and the other, Malfoy shouted the one thing that would set Harry off.

"I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!" Malfoy whipped out his wand, his face showing rage beyond anything they had seen before, it was clear he really did intend to kill them.

In that moment the sneer completely vanished from Harry's face, and some unknown force swirled around him as he ripped his wand out of his back pocket, his face showing nothing but hatred, anger and rage. He smiled evilly inside at the awesome power he felt flowing through him.

Hermione and Fleur gasped. The force surrounding Harry was so powerful that it was throwing things around them in every direction. However, that was not what the two girls gasped at. They, being closer to Harry than Ron, were able to see that Harry's eyes had changed. They were no longer the bright green that everybody had grown accustomed to. Now, they were a deep, blood red, black swirling out of the pupil.

In what seemed like half a second, Harry had crossed the space between himself and Malfoy, the force surrounding him clearing out anything that was unfortunate enough to be in his way.

Malfoy raised his wand, fear mixing with the rage on his face. He had barely uttered the beginning of the killing curse when a silver light flew out of Harry's wand and blasted Malfoy halfway across the store. As far as anyone one knew, Harry hadn't even opened his mouth.

In a flash, Harry was in front of Malfoy again. Ron and Hermione were running over to him while Fleur was frozen where she was.

'Oh god, Harry…no. Please tell me this isn't happening…this can't be happening…' she begged to herself.

Bending down, Harry picked up Malfoy by the neck and pulled him close to his face. By this time, Ron and Hermione were close enough to Harry that they could stop him if they found out how to.

Seeing that Malfoy was still conscious…barely…Harry opened his mouth.

"If you ever say that again…if you even think it, you will find your arms in little pieces all around you. If you try it, if you even lay one hand on them….I will kill you. That, my friend, is a promise." Harry's voice was low, and was definatly not his even if he was the one talking. It was full of nothing but malice and everyone knew that if he said he would kill Draco, then he would and nothing would stop him. Draco nodded weakly and passed out.

Hermione, who had been closest to Harry, nearly screamed when he spoke. This was enough to snap Fleur out of her trance. She ran over to them as Hermione dragged Ron over and pointed to Harry's mouth. The young prince of the dead was sporting two large fangs on either side of his mouth.

Once he dropped Malfoy to the floor, Harry suddenly grabbed his head with his heads. He started screaming in pain, clawing at his face. His eyes rolled up into his head and Hermione and Ron ran over and grabbed him as he passed out. The force surrounding him died out. His fangs shrunk but still remained, and this worried Hermione. She pulled his eyes open (A/N: keep in mind that Harry isn't wearing glasses) and saw that they had returned to their usual green color….or so she thought. Hermione leaned closer to him and gasped. Ron turned his head to look and Fleur ran over to them. They, too, gasped. While Harry's eyes had returned to their original green color, they were flaked with the same blood red that they had turned into.

Everyone who had been in the shop had witnessed this spectacular event, and were now heading towards the group. Fleur looked around and noticed all the people coming towards them.

"Ve 'ave to get 'Arry out of 'ere." She whispered. Hermione nodded and, with the help of Ron, dragged Harry over towards the exit. Fleur followed and picked up Harry's bag of books as she passed it.

When they exited the book store, they dragged Harry over to an area of the street that was devoid of people. They lay Harry down and all looked at each other. Finally, Ron broke the silence.

"I'm going to find Mom and the rest. You two," he said, indicating Fleur and Hermione, "take Harry into the Leaky Cauldron and see if Hagrid is there to help." They nodded, and Ron went off.

The two girls looked at each other and then down at Harry. Hermione picked up his bag of books and stuck it with hers. They both bent down and put one of Harry's arms around each of their shoulders. Fleur on the left and Hermione on the right. Carefully, they dragged him down an empty part of the ally, neither of them saying a word. Fleur was looking down, but still keeping track of where they were going and Hermione was occasionally shooting glances at Fleur when she thought she could risk it.

'Oh, Harry…of all people….why does it have to happen to you?' Fleur asked herself sadly. 'You're the last person who deserves this. This on top of your war with

he-who-must-not-be-named…It'll be a wonder if you surprise without damage….no…it'll be a wonder if you survive at all…..' Fleur was close to tears. She wanted so bad to cry for Harry, but she didn't, knowing that he would not want her to. Instead, she made a promise to herself.

'Harry….even if I'm afraid, I will not let you down. I will stand beside you.' With that promise in place, Fleur looked up to find that they were only a few feet from the Leaky Cauldron entrance.

Fleur and Hermione made there way inside and pushed past the people who had stopped to stare. Hermione looked around, presumably for Hagrid or someone else who could help. Eventually, she pointed to the bar where a slightly familiar person was sitting. This person, Fleur remembered was Hagrid. Together, they dragged Harry over to hi

"Hagrid!" Hermione shouted. Hagrid jumped a little, causing almost every drink at the bar to fall over. Turning, he recognized Hermione and beamed at her.

"Eh? Oh, 'Ello 'Ermione." He said gruffly. "Watcha got there?" He asked out of curiosity. He frowned when he noticed it to be the form of Harry. "What happen to 'Arry?" He asked in concern. Hermione looked around nervously.

"We shouldn't talk about it here…but something happened to Harry, then he passed out. That's all I can say…"

"Hagrid, Miss Granger, Ms. Delacour, what is going on?" Asked a crisp voice from behind them. Hermione spun around so quickly that she let go of Harry. Fleur staggered under his weight and was saved from falling over by Hagrid. Hagrid gently picked up Harry and lay him down on the bar.

"Professor McGonagall!" Hermione gasped. The transfiguration teacher frowned when she caught sight of Harry.

"Miss. Granger, please explain to me what happened." Hermione once again looked around cautiously. This did not go unnoticed by McGonagall.

"I see…..Hagrid, if you would please carry Harry? Miss Granger Ms. Delacour, follow me." Professor McGonagall led them away from the bar. She nodded to the barkeeper, who unlocked a door in the back of the pub. She led them into a room with a long table in the center. She signaled for Hagrid to place Harry on the table, which he did.

"Now, explain please." Professor McGonagall said, turning to Hermione again. Hermione took a deep breath and began her explanation.

"Ron, Harry, Fleur and I were leaving Flourish and Blots and we ran into Malfoy…" She said grimly. Malfoy made a crack about Harry's 'Fame.' Harry, being Harry just had to respond instead of walking away, but this time….he went further than he normally does. I think that whatever it was got to Malfoy, because he looked really angry. Harry looked like he was enjoying himself, and started chanting. When he finished, Malfoy went into a rage and threatened to kill us all. I think he would have to, but….something happened to Harry…" Hermione trailed off.

"Please continue," urged Professor McGonagall. Fleur was sitting in one of the chairs further down the table, looking down at her hands and Hagrid was watching Hermione with rapt attention.

She took another breath before continuing. "It's like….he snapped. Some kind of force was surrounding him and throwing things everywhere. His eyes turned blood red, and he pulled out his wand. Malfoy looked real scared, and he was about to say the killing curse when a silver light shot out of Harry's wand and blasted Malfoy to the other side of the room. I didn't even hear Harry say a curse. He went really fast to Malfoy and picked him up by his neck and told him that if he ever tried to kill one of us again, he would kill him. When he said that, I saw fangs in his mouth. When he was done talking to Malfoy, he passed out. If you open his mouth, you'll see that the fangs are still there, but they're smaller. If you look at his eyes, they're green again, but they have flecks of blood red in them…." Silence ensued as Hermione finished her explanation.

Professor McGonagall sighed and walked over to Harry and bent over him. Hagrid followed her and leaned over her shoulder, even though his size made it so he wouldn't have to. He just wanted a closer look. Fleur was still sitting at the table, and Hermione walked over towards her. She took the seat across from Fleur and sat there, gazing at her for a few minutes.

"Are you ok?" she asked softly while McGonagall continued inspecting Harry's still for. Fleur kept her eyes focused on her hands a few more minutes before replying.

"I don't know…" she said, her voice so quiet that Hermione barely caught what she said. "I just…I can't 'elp but ask myself, 'vhy does zis 'ave to 'appen to 'im'…'Arry 'es ze last person who should 'ave to deal with zis…" Hermione agree, but she was too busy trying to get over the shock of what Fleur said.

"You know!" she hissed urgently. Fleur looked at her in surprise before nodding. Hermione stood up abruptly and ran over to Harry. She started digging through his robes looking for something, while the two teachers and Fleur looked at her in wonderment. Hermione finally found what she was looking for and, before anyone could see what it was, she stuffed it into her own cloak. She ran back to Fleur and laid a piece of parchment flat on the table. She than dug into her own cloak and pulled out a crimson quill.

Hermione turned the parchment around to face Fleur, handing her the quill.

"If you know, then read this over and sign it." She said seriously while Fleur looked at her in surprise.

"Why? What is it?" she asked. Hermione glared at her.

"It's a contract of secrecy. This. Fleur, is not something the whole world should know." Fleur looked at her with a mix of surprise and shock. She looked down and noticed that the parchment was indeed laid out like a contract for silence. She took one more quick glance at Hermione before turning her attention back to the contract.

When she had finished reading it, she noticed the signatures of four people already on it. Harry, Hermione, Ron and, surprisingly, Fred. She turned to Hermione.

"Vat are ze consequences zis speaks of?" Fleur asked cautiously.

"If someone who sign the contract breaks it, Harry will know immediately. Also, said person will receive a curse and an automatic memory wipe." Hermione replied, her tone dead-serious.

"Zen vat if I refuse to sign it?" she asked. Hermione pulled her wand out.

"If you refuse, I give you a little memory modification." She replied threateningly. Fleur just nodded. After glancing at the contract one last time, she looked at the quill in her hand.

"Very well, I vill sign 'et." Hermione smiled.

Fleur brought the quill down onto the parchment and gasped in pain as she felt a long gash form on her writing hand. She completed her signature and looked down at her hand. The gash had already completely healed. The contract now read:

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

Fleur Lueur Delacour

Hermione looked it over and nodded her approval. She pick up the parchment, went over to Harry, and replaced it in his cloak. After doing this, McGonagall and Hagrid finished their inspection of the boy. McGonagall stepped back first and turned to Hermione.

"Miss Granger, could you spare a bit of parchment and a quill?" Hermione nodded eagerly and pulled a roll of parchment and a quill out of her cloak.

McGonagall sat at the table and began to write something that Fleur and Hermione couldn't see. After a few minutes, she stood and walked over to Hagrid.

"Hagrid, please deliver this to Professor Dumbledore…immediately," she said sternly. Hagrid took the letter and left the room. McGonagall turned to the other two girls.

"Miss Granger, Ms. Delacour, we will be taking Harry straight to St. Mungo's, understood?" They nodded, then Hermione opened her mouth.

"Um…excuse me Professor, but do you know what's wrong with Harry?" McGonagall hesitated a moment before nodding. Hermione looked at her expectantly, and the Professor sighed.

"As you most likely know from Potter's inability to keep news to himself, he is, for all intents and purposes, the son of Dracula. With his mother being a mortal, Harry is only half vampire. Unfortunately, he will still have many powers of the vampire but, not being full blooded, he did not have them at birth. Professor Dumbledore and I predicted this, but we were reluctant to put much faith in it. James, like Harry, started regaining his powers going into his sixth year, but of course James, having dealt with his powers previously, did not have much trouble learning to control and tame them. Harry however…He has never dealt with this before and therefore cannot properly control his emerging powers. What you two and Mr. Weasley saw was a his vampire side taking over. In this case, it reacted to a set of strong feelings Mr. Potter may have been experiencing, such as anger and rage at Malfoy at his threats and desperation to protect those precious to him at Malfoy's attempt." Hermione's eyes took on a look of realization.

"So, Professor, what you're saying is: because Harry can't control his powers, he can't control their intensity. He used up too much energy while releasing the, I guess you could say, blood limit." Professor McGonagall gave Hermione one of her rare smiles.

"That is correct. I must say, Miss Granger, that you're as sharp as ever." Hermione beamed at her but Fleur was looking at them with utter confusion on her face.

"So….'e 'es just exhausted?" Hermione nodded. "So zen why vill we need to take 'im to zis St. Mungo's?" McGonagall provided the answer.

"You bring up a good point, Ms. Delacour. The reason we must take him to St Mungo's is to make sure that he regains all of his energy before continuing to indulge in his reckless behavior. Also, we will need to make sure he has completely reverted back." At the look on Fleur's face, McGonagall sighed again. "As you two and Mr. Weasley, may have noticed, Mr. Potter retained a few of the physical characteristics from his transformation. This is not unexpected, however we must make certain that these changes are purely physical before we can allow him to be near other people."

"Oh…" Fleur said, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Now, if you two wouldn't mind helping me, we should be getting Harry to St. Mungo's. Dumbledore should be meeting us there." McGonagall instructed the two girls to grab hold of Harry. She placed Hermione's quill on the table and pointed her wand at it.

"Portus" She said crisply, effectively turning the quill into a portkey. "Now grab hold." McGonagall held up the quill and Fleur and Hermione, still holding Harry, grabbed it. At once, all there who were conscious felt the familiar tugging sensation on their navels.

No more than a minute later, they were all standing in the waiting room of St. Mungo's. McGonagall strode up to the witch at the counter. "Has Professor Dumbledore arrived yet?" she asked crisply.

The witch, who had her face buried in a magazine, pointed down the hall and said, "First floor, third door on the left." In a bored voice. The professor nodded and started down the hall, the two girls following.

"Um…excuse me Professor," Hermione started nervously, "but isn't the first floor for creature related injuries?" McGonagall cast her a sharp look.

"That is correct." She said shortly.

"Then…why is Harry going to be on this floor." McGonagall gave her another look.

"Because, Miss. Granger, Potter's unconsciousness was technically caused by a creature, for while Harry can't control himself, that is what he is." This statement promptly shut Hermione up. The arrived at the door, and McGonagall gave a sharp knock. Less than a second later, the door opened and the group standing outside was greeted with an unusual sight. Dumbledore was standing calmly in front of them, while in the first bed an extremely pale creature with red eyes was struggling madly with one of the healers. Fleur raised an eyebrow and Hermione looked shocked as she realized it was a vampire. Professor McGonagall, However, was all business.

"Ah, Minerva, it's good to see you." He said pleasantly. McGonagall gave a sharp nod and to the Girls.

"We have him right here headmaster." McGonagall said, indicating to Harry. The pale human in the bed and the healer froze. When they regained mobility, they looked over towards the door. Dumbledore ushered the group in, and as soon as Harry's still form passed through the door the person in the bed who had been struggling gasped and jumped to his feet before the healer could stop him. Dumbledore let out a soft chuckle with a twinkle in his eye while McGonagall raised an eyebrow. The two girls were just standing there, but received a shock at what the being did next.

"Prince Adrian!" he said in shock. He then bowed low and formally to Harry's still form.

"I believe we should get Harry to his bed now." Dumbledore said with a smile on his face. He led them to a bed not far from the vampire's, and they gently placed Harry on it. Hermione then turned to Dumbledore.

"Why is that vampire here?" she asked, still in shock. Dumbledore chuckled again.

"He strayed from his village and was bitten by a werewolf." Hermione gasped. "Not to worry though. Already being undead, he can't turn into one."

"So then why is he here?" she asked.

"That is an excellent question. He may not turn into a werewolf, but he still has the cursed blood in him, and that must be extracted."

"Oh…" Hermione said, once again looking embarrassed. By now, the vampire had stopped bowing and was back into the bed, no longer giving the healer any struggle.

"Minerva, you may go back to what you were doing now." Said the headmaster, turning to Professor McGonagall. She gave a small nod and left.

"Um…'eadmaster, vere shall ve go?" Fleur asked. Dumbledore smiled.

"You don't have to leave. You two may stay with him as long as he is out if you would prefer." The two girls nodded to him. The headmaster chuckled again and took out a silver pocket watch. He took a look and announced that he should leave. With that, he was out the door.

Fleur walked over and sat in one of the chairs beside Harry's bed, her eyes glued to his face. Hermione walked over to the curtain and pulled it closed, separating them from the vampire and the healer. She took the chair on the other side of the bed, opposite Fleur. The two girls sat in silence for a few minutes, Fleur's eyes never leaving Harry and Hermione's eyes peering intently at Fleur.

"Fleur…" Hermione said, earning her the girls attention. "can I ask you something?" Fleur hesitated before nodding.

"Go ahead."

"What are your feelings towards Harry?" To say that Fleur was shocked at this would be an understatement.

"Vat!" Hermione frowned.

"How do you feel about him?" she asked again, pointing at Fleur than Harry.

" I do not understand. 'Arry 'es my friend, if zat 'es vat you mean." Hermione shook her head.

"No, I mean, do you consider him to be only a friend or perhaps…more?" Fleur took a few minutes to think.

'Hmmm…what do I feel? Well, he's my friend, but…it feels a little deeper than that. Perhaps like a brother…no, that's not it.' Fleur frowned as she thought. 'Not a brother, so what does that leave? Son? Ewww…no way! Father?...don't…even go there Fleur….then maybe just a friend. That's not it either…' Fleur sighed.

"I…don't know…" she finally said. Hermione looked shocked.

"How could you not know?" Fleur glared at her, but it softened as she answered.

"I guess I mean…I just can't figure 'et out." She sighed again at Hermione's confused look and thought of how she could explain it. "'E's a friend, yes…but 'et feels like zere might be somezing more zat I just can't explain. 'Et's deeper zan friendship, but 'et's not like a sister to a brother or like lovers…." Hermione sighed.

"Ok then…" she said in defeat. Fleur's face took on a confused expression.

"If you don't mind my asking, 'Ermione, vhy 'es 'et you vant to know?" Hermione looked surprised, but then she answered.

"It's just, when you're around him you seem to act…well…different. It's not like how you act with the rest of us, but at the same time, it's not like how you act with Bill…." Hermione saw Fleur's face tense up at the mention of Bill's name. "Fleur, are you ok?" Fleur tried her best to relax her face (plz note the word tried) and shook her head. "You know Fleur, you really shouldn't lie to people…" Hermione said, her face torn between seriousness and amusement. Fleur sighed.

"Vould you promise not to mention 'et to anybody, especially Bill?" Hermione nodded sincerely and Fleur gave her a small smile.

"Of course." She promised. Fleur took a deep breath.

"Bill…'E asked me to return to Egypt with 'im." Hermione looked shocked, but then relaxed.

"Not to burst your bubble or anything Fleur, but that really isn't surprising." Fleur shook her head.

"I know zat, but zat is not vhy I vant it hush-hush." Hermione nodded. "You see…ze thing 'es, I refused 'im…" At this revelation, Hermione, for all her grace and poise, nearly fell of her chair.

"WHAT?" she shouted in shock. Quickly, she clamped her hands over her mouth and looked around. Fleur was shaking her head in exasperation.

"Hush-hush please." Fleur pleaded. Hermione nodded.

"I'm sorry about that, but…why did you refuse?" Fleur took a minute to think.

"Vell, somezing came up, and I vill need to be staying 'ere." She said while choosing her words carefully. Hermione, with her thirst for never ending information, had an eager look in her eye.

"Really? What happened? Is it really important? Oh, please tell me…please!" Hermione was practically begging, and Fleur was staring at her with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm sorry 'Ermione, but I'm not supposed to say anyzing about 'et…" Hermione looked crestfallen.

"Ok…" she said in defeat. Suddenly she snapped her fingers. "But what about Bill? What did he say about you refusing?" She asked curiously. As soon as the words left her mouth, she wished she hadn't asked. Fleur's face fell and gained an expression of sadness. "Or…you don't have to answer…" Hermione offered. Fleur shook her head.

"No, 'et 'es ok…. Besides, 'Arry knows" She said. "Bill vas….disappointed. At first I thought 'e understood, but apparently, 'e didn't. Vhen ve got to Diagon Ally, 'e pulled me aside and tried to make me reconsider."

"What did you do?"

"I told 'im zat I just couldn't, and 'e got very angry."

"What did he say to you?" Hermione asked. Fleur looked down at her hands.

"'E started yelling at me. 'E said zat if I loved 'im I vould forget vhat I 'ad to do and go with 'im. 'E said zat if I didn't, 'e vould leave and I vouldn't see 'im again…." She felt the tears coming again. Hermione looked at her sympathetically.

"So basically, if you don't go with him he'll leave you?" Hermione asked. She was shocked that Bill would say something like that. Fleur nodded.

"'Ermione, you're one of ze smartest people I know. Vhat should I do?" Asked fleur, almost pleading. Hermione looked her square in the eyes.

"Personally? I'd do what I wanted to. Fleur, it's your life. You decide how you live it, not Bill. If he loved you, he would let you make your own decisions and respect them. If he doesn't, then he doesn't truly love you, no matter how much he tells himself he does." Hermione said rather forcefully. Fleur gave a small smile.

"Zat 'es almost exactly vhat 'Arry told me…" Hermione looked shocked.

"You mean he's rubbing off on me!" She asked in fear. "Nooooo! PLEASE…you have to modify my memory!" She begged. Fleur laughed. In that moment, Harry's eyes snapped open but, unfortunately, only Fleur noticed.

"Harry!" She shouted.

"Yeah, I know. Isn't it awful?" Hermione said, thinking Fleur was talking about it being Harry who was influencing her.

"Wha--?" Harry said hoarsely. Hermione's head snapped around to faced Harry. Her eyes went wide and she pointed an accusing finger at him.

"How long have you been awake!" Harry looked at her in confusion.

"Um…about ten seconds I think…" Hermione dropped her hand and looked relieved. Fleur laughed. "Uh…did I miss something?"

"No, nothing!" Hermione said quickly. Harry sighed and shook his head. Or at least he tried. As soon as it moved, he gasped in pain and grabbed his head with his hand. Both girls looked at him worriedly. Hermione was about to ask him if he was ok when the curtain was suddenly thrown back.

"Harry!" He heard someone shriek before being smothered by something with red hair. Needless to say, breathing was made very difficult.

"Umm…mum? I think you're killing him…" He heard someone who sounded a lot like Ron say in an amused voice. The person smothering loosened her grip considerably.

"Oh, Harry. I was so worried! When Ron came and told us you had passed out and wouldn't wake up, I thought the worst!" He heard Ron stifle a giggle.

"Ummm…mum….passing out doesn't usually kill someone…" Harry heard the voice of Ginny Weasley say. She was smiling and looking very amused. Fleur smiled and Hermione was busy giving Ron death glares.

Mrs. Weasley finally released Harry and he saw (aside from her, Hermione and Fleur) Ron, Ginny, George, Lupin and Tonks. He didn't know where Fred was, but he could easily guess why Bill wasn't there.

"where's Fred?" He asked. Mrs. Weasley smiled.

"He's still in Diagon Ally. He offered to finish buying yours and Hermione's school things." Harry looked down guiltily, but looked back up when he remembered that Fred wasn't exactly poor anymore.

Harry nodded to her, then focused his attention on Ron and Ginny.

"So, you two have gotten all of your stuff then?" They both nodded and Hermione took up and offended look. He could only guess why…ahemPerfectionistahem.

Ginny and Ron saw Hermione and started giggled. Soon it was full blown laughter and Hermione was standing at them angrily.

"Why are you laughing! There's nothing funny about being bookless!" Lupin gave a small cough and Tonks, who had been restraining herself, broke and joined the two laughing red heads. George shot Harry a grin and a wink, and he couldn't resist the smile coming to his face.

Ginny, Ron and Tonks had finally gotten themselves under control, though not without difficulty. Now every body was more or less just standing there looking at everyone else. Something about this struck Harry as being funny and his smiled widened….showing his teeth….with the small fangs. At that exact moment, Ginny looked over at Harry. To say she was shocked is an understatement. She was literally frozen, and this didn't exactly go unnoticed. More people looked over at Harry and had similar reaction.

"Uh oh…." He could hear Hermione whisper in realization. Not the good kind of realization either. Harry looked at everyone, confusion showing on his face.

"Is something wrong? Huh?" He was looking around at everyone's (minus Lupin's, Fleur, and Hermione's) shocked looks.

"Umm….Harry…" Hermione started. Tonks, still completely shocked and frozen (though this could be why) conjured a mirror and Hermione grabbed it. She walked over to Harry and held the mirror in front of his face. "We...uh…forgot to tell you something kinda…ok, very…important…." Hermione said, a nervous smile on her face.

As soon as Harry saw his reflection (A/N: Remember, he's only half Vamp. This means he still has a reflection.) he immediately knew why everyone had frozen. Almost his entire face had changed in some way. His face had sharpened someone and looked more mature, but this was just a minor change. His scar, much to his dismay, was even more visible than it had been. His eyes had changed shape slightly and where they used to be entirely green, they were now green with crimson flecks. His ears had a slight point to them, and as he opened his mouth to scream in surprise, he noticed that he had small fangs.

Harry's scream of surprise was enough to snap everyone else out of their shock. Lupin was the first to speak.

"Well, looks like he has both their eyes now…" He said with a small chuckle. He explained at Harry's confused look. "Well, James eye were intense like yours are now, and completely crimson. He just used blue contacts. Lily, as you know, had the green eyes. Therefore…..you now have both of their eyes!" Lupin said in an overly cheery voice. Hermione rolled her eyes and Harry felt like he was going to pass out again.

"Hey!" Ron said suddenly. "Maybe it's because of the--" Ron was cut off by and urgent glare from Hermione. Ginny and George turned to him.

"Because of the what, Ron?" Asked Ginny when he didn't finish his statement.

"Uh…umm….because of the, err….floo powder! Yeah, that's it! The Flooooooo powder." Ron said as if struck by a sudden realization. George raised his eyebrows.

"Is that so? Then where are little Ginny's fangs?" he asked, ignoring the death glare Ginny shot him.

"Uhh….." Ron was thinking fast, but Hermione answered for him.

"It's probably just the transfiguration spell I tried on him." She said matter-of-factly. Fleur, Ron, Lupin and Harry looked at her in surprise.

'Heyyyyyy why didn't I think of that?" Ron asked himself, as if it was the most ingenious thing ever.

"Yeah, I bet that's it." Harry piped in, trying his best to erase any suspicion anyone may have had. Maybe it was the glares that told him it didn't work. Eventually, Ginny shrugged her shoulders.

"Whatever." She said. "As long as you don't try to steal my blood, I don't really care." And with that, everyone let the issue go.

Everyone stayed together talking about anything that came to mind. Fred arrived with Harry and Hermione's school things at around 3:00, followed by a healer that Harry found very familiar.

"Ok, everyone, out!" she shouted. Everyone quickly headed for the curtain, followed by the door, but she shouted again. "Except Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley and Miss. Delacour." Three exchanged glances and hung back while everyone else left the room. When they were gone, Fleur re-closed the curtains. "The headmaster gave me specific instructions to keep you three with him." She said briskly, setting her case on one of the bedside tables. "At least I won't be re-growing bones this time." She muttered. The healer was non other than…..(wait for it…)….Madam Pomfrey. She pulled a bright blue vial out of her bag and shoved it into Harry's hands. He just looked at it. "Well? What are you waiting for? Drink up!" She commanded. He complied and downed it in one gulp.

As soon as Harry had swallowed the potion, he felt his insides tingle slightly and watched as an outline of himself drew itself from his body and floated over away from them, stopping at the next to the bed, in front of Madam Pomfrey. It was mostly bright blue, but it was outlined in green. The area where his heart rested held a small, glowing red orb.

Madam Pomfrey circled around Harry's double, muttering to herself and stopping at some areas in order to inspect them better.

"Well Potter, you'll be happy to know you're still alive at least." She said as if it would comfort him.

"Uhh….what does that mean?" He asked worriedly.

"Other than you're not dead?" He nodded. "It means that the transformation did kill your soul and turn you into an undead." Harry gulped. "Though once you learn to control this, you shouldn't have to worry about that." Harry looked confused, but didn't get the chance to ask what she meant, for she had started to circle the floating for again.

Ten minutes after the…err…interesting…revelation of Harry not being dead, Madam Pomfrey gave a wave of her wand and the figure disappeared.

"Well, everything checks out." She said shortly. "It's completely physical, so your core is still intact and unchanged…." Hermione and Fleur sighed in relief while Ron and Harry looked at each other in confusion. Harry made a mental note to ask Hermione what a 'core' was sometime. "Now stay in that bed and don't do anything reckless, no matter how much you miss being impulsive." She said, then muttered. "And I really don't want to have to be in here re-growing parts that shouldn't be messed with." She turned to leave, but just as she pulled back the curtain, Fleur stopped her.

"Excuse me Madam, but vhy did ze 'eadmaster vant us 'ere with 'Arry?" she asked. Madam Pomfrey didn't even look at her as she replied.

"Oh, that. Professor Dumbledore wanted you three here to calm Potter in case he went insane." And with that, she left.

"Ookkkkkk then…" Ron said, breaking the silence that ensued. Hermione had just opened her mouth to say something when the curtain was pulled back again. The all turned to see who it was and Hermione gasped when she saw that it was the vampire from the bed by the door.

"Prince Adrian…" He greeted, bowing to Harry. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you." The vampire walked over to them and took a seat next to Ron.

"Ummm…..me?" Harry asked, pointing to himself while thoroughly confused. The man let out a short laugh and nodded.

"Of course. To be honest, when I saw you, I wasn't sure if I was hallucinating or not. None of our kind has ever laid eyes on you before."

"So than how do you know it's me?" Asked Harry suspiciously. The vampire laughed again.

"You really are out of date Prince. All vampire are born being able to recognize those of the royal line. Besides, you look just like your father." He said, his eyes lowering at the last part. Harry sighed.

"I see, and if you think that I'm out of date, you could answer some questions for me." The man's eyes lit up.

"It would be honor." He said seriously. Harry nodded.

"Why is it you call me Adrian?" The others were watching Harry as he asked this, and the man looked surprised.

"Because, that's your name." He said, then a look of realization came into his eyes. "Or at least in our world anyways." Harry nodded again.

"So then, in your world, what is my full name?" he asked. The vampire answered immediately. It was almost as if he had expected Harry to ask that.

"Prince Adrian Fahrenheight Tepes. Also know as Alucard, Prince of the dead."

"I see." Harry said in understanding. "Can I ask something else?" The vampire nodded again. "How many people in the wizarding world know who or what I really am?" he asked cautiously, and the pale man thought for a few moments.

"Very, very few I think. Maybe a handful of people." Relief filled Harry.

"Do you think we could keep it that way?" The vampire gave a large smile at Harry's question.

"Yes. We were doing our best in that regard anyways, so we'll just continue." Harry thanked him. "Anything else, my Prince?" he asked. Harry shook his head.

"No…no, I think I'm good for now thanks." The Vampire nodded.

"Well, I've been discharged, so I should be leaving. Call me if you ever need anything." He offered.

"Wait! What's your name?" Fleur asked, guessing that Harry would probably forget to.

"Samuel Faleen." He said. Giving one last bow, he disappeared.

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It was three o'clock in the morning, and Harry was wide awake. Hermione was asleep in a chair by the nightstand, Ron was curled up on the floor, and Fleur was sitting in the chair opposite Hermione's, her head resting on Harry's bed. He once again looked into his bedside mirror and counted the changes. He sighed and lay back down.

'At least I'll be getting out of here today….' He thought hopefully. Dumbledore had visited shortly after Samuel had left and, seeing that Harry was fully conscious and talking non-stop about how he would die of boredom, had told Harry that he would be leaving the next day, completely restored, to get ready for school.

'Damn clock, go faster.' He thought in annoyance. He gave up trying to play with time and lay back in his bed, deciding it probably wouldn't hurt to sleep some. Within ten minutes, he was asleep.

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the tears
the pain
the rejection
is it worth the time and effort
just to be put down in the end?
can you really just listen to what i have to say
let me talk for once, get the words out that weigh my heart down
the aching in my heart, the words in my mind, they need to be spoken
let out like jar full of marbles
its overwhelming to have to hold it all in
so just this once...can you let me speak?

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooBefore anyone says anything about McGonagall saying Harry couldn't be around other people till they knew he was safe, then the Weasley's (Led by Mrs. Weasley) Bursting….please note that this is Mrs. Weasley we're talking about. You know, the obsessively overprotective one who would charge down Voldemort to see Harry if something happened to him.

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Damn, that was a long one….Anyways, hope you liked it. I don't really like the ending, but I couldn't think of any ways to improve it, and I'm sorry for any mistakes I make (I think James's eyes were blue, I'm just not positive). Also, I don't think the genre is correct, (except for the romance part.) So should I change the Act./Adventure part? If so, what to? If you think I should change the rating, tell me that too. Next, like I said in my profile, tell me if you want me to post the royal family tree thingy or not (For both clan). I am also currently writing a "brief" history. One more thing. I've gone obsessive and started making character sketches. So far I have the Dracula from ancient times, Harry, Harry when he is in blood limit, James, and James in blood limit. If anyone wants to see tell me or e-mail me w/ your e-mail address and I'll send you the one u wanna see. I think that's it, even though I keep getting the feeling I'm forgetting something….oh well

PS: Plz tell me if I made any mistakes.