Yes, I know that I should be updating A Few Changed to Make, but I have recently decided to remove it because I took a lot of the stuff from that story and put it in here, with a few minor alterations. Think of it as a sequel to what that story would have been, except vampires stay vampires forever.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The people on should know this by now. All of the characters in this belong to J.K. Rowling, except for Dracula, who belongs to Bram Stoker. Also, I got this idea from MissBlackPotter, who wrote "Prongs rides again". Don't worry, I asked her before posting this, and it's very different from her story, but it's where I originally got the idea. If you really are worried that I stole it, go ahead and ask her, because she already knows. If anyone lese wants to know, there are some tiny little factors that I took from Van Helsing, so, if you've seen it, you might recognize them.

Summary:

"In Hogwarts, life was perfect. I was at the top of my class, I had the best friends a guy could ask for, I was one of the most popular people at school, I had the perfect girlfriend, and, most important of all, we were safe. However, when you're all the way at the top, there's nowhere to go but down.

"When we got out of Hogwarts, my girlfriend, Lily, and I got married, but life kept us always on the lookout for Lord Voldemort. It wasn't any easier when we had a baby whom Voldemort was destined to kill.

"Life would always be hard for Harry, we knew from the prophecy that we'd always be looking over our shoulders to keep him away from harm, but what really happened shocked us all…"

On October 31st, 1981, James was visiting Sirius when Voldemort came up the path to his house. When James got home, the roof of the second floor was gone, his son was screaming his head off, and his wife was dead on the floor with a Dark Mark over her body. He made it through the funeral, he made it home without breaking down in front of everyone, but he still has to raise Harry on his own…

Now, sixteen years later, Harry's last battle is coming closer and closer, and, with Dumbledore's death, the Aurors, the Vampire Confederation, and the few werewolves who are against Voldemort have all come together to protect Hogwarts from the worst part of the war that is supposedly coming.

What happens when James starts to fall for one of the vampires, but denies it to remain loyal to Lily? Will he and his son ever find out that she's back, right underneath their noses, or will they be stuck, looking at the picture that James still keeps on his dresser?

So, Voldemort is gone, for now. Good. Harry is alive. Good. Yes, Harry, my son, my happy little ball of sunshine, as Sirius calls him, with his tiny little body and hair like a feather duster, survived Voldemorts attack. How on earth could a baby live after receiving a killing curse? Lily sacrificed her life to let him keep his.

Lily. Yes, she's dead. My Lily, my wife, is gone. Dead. Out like a light. Six feet under. Or, within minutes, she will be.

Sitting here, in the uncomfortable funeral home pew, looking at her stiff body as it lies in her coffin. I don't care that Harry is trying to pull my hair or that that stupid, balding preacher is ranting and raving about a person he's never met, saying something about how she shouldn't have died this way.

Of course she shouldn't have died this way! She shouldn't have died at all!

She should be sitting up right about now, saying something about her smelly coffin. She should be walking over to Harry and I, her family, cooing that Harry has enough hair to make wigs for the chemotherapy patients of the world. She should be wrapping her arms around me, saying that I look like a ministry stiff in a suit and tie, that I should ditch the tie and wash out all of the gel that her mother made me put in my hair.

I would give anything to hear that…just the way she would have wanted it. It's her own funeral, she should be wearing her Led Zeppelin shirt and Chuck Taylor's instead of the boring black blouse and scratchy skirt her mother had her wear.

Honestly, I don't know how Lily turned out as nice as she did, after I saw what her family was like. Her father's dead, but he was cruel and abusive. Her mother is nosey, picky, and incredibly boring. My sister-in –law is so anti-muggle that it's surprising that she never killed Lily in her sleep. Vernon, Petunia's husband, is about the same, but less clean, louder, and uglier. Then, there's their son. If Dudley shouts "NO" one more time, I think I will have to throw him out the window. It really can't be a good thing that it is first word…

Finally, the preacher shut his trap and everyone is started to leave. I got up to get one last look at Lily. Harry had his arms outstretched, as though he wanted Lily to pick him up. It seems like ages since I've seen her alive, even though it's been less then a week.

Sirius muttered something about meeting me out in the lobby when I was done. I lay Harry, who is still reaching out, next to Lily. He crawls up to her head and starts to play with her hair. "She has the best hair in the world, doesn't she?" I whisper to him, tears spilling out of the corners of my eyes, not noticing the man walking up behind me.

Picking up Harry to leave, I notice something glistening on her collar bone. Her necklace, a tiny silver cross with a ruby in the middle, was the only way you could recognize a vampire before they had "come out", as it was called. All of the vampires wore them. It was to protect everyone around her, incase she got angry, and her fangs grew and she bit someone. Not as if it was likely to happen, Lily was generally a very forgiving person, but all vampires get purely angry at one point, and no amount of forgiveness is enough to save a victim from that kind of close call.

"I suppose she won't need that anymore, will she?" A deep voice behind almost makes me choke. I spin around to see a man with light brown hair and a face covered in scars, a face that not even a mother could love. Seeing his face on a regular day is bad enough, but today, I could kill him.

"What the hell are you doing here? I'm in enough pain without you here" I growl at him.

He grins. "My, aren't you touchy? I simply came to visit my poor late daughter-in-law, but I can see now that I'm not too welcome."

I hold Harry closer and drop the necklace in my pocket.

"No need to hid either of them; I don't want the brat and the necklace is no use to me now. Although, it would have been nice to be the one to finish her off…"

"What, just like you did with Mum and Dad? You must think I'm an idiot if you think I'd let you anywhere near her! You make me wonder if you're not just out to get the vampires and werewolves…"

"Ah, yes, about them," he interrupts, "the Hunters are getting stronger and more numerous as time goes on; we even have a school now….I'd warn Dracula if I were you."

On my attempt to cause him as much bodily harm as humanly possibly, I almost drop Harry, and he takes a step backwards.

Looking at the expression on my face, he says "you highly underestimate me, James. You always did, even before I married your mother…I wouldn't dare try and kill anyone here. Even I know how well looked upon Lily was by her fellow vampires, even Dracula himself spoke greatly of her, no doubt half of the V.C. is here to pay their respect. I'd be a fool to outnumber myself like that. Although, I saw that werewolf friend of yours leaving, maybe I could finish him off while I'm here. What do you say that?"

Oh, how I long to kill him, but I can't set Harry down. He takes caution and steps back, laughing.

"James, my boy, you always were oblivious. How on earth could you think I would kill someone in front of bunch of muggles? Indeed, police aren't fast at all, but the Ministry of Magic might track something down eventually, it wouldn't be too long before they'd have found me and sent me to Azkaban."

I glare at him. "Muggles or no muggles, I won't let you kill Remus. You or any of your minions, for that matter."

"Well, you certainly are the dedicated one. Be sure to tell dear old Dracula 'hello', won't you?" he adds, smugly, before walking away.

Once again, I took out the cross pendant. Maybe I should leave it with her. I started thinking. No, she hated being a vampire; she wouldn't want to keep the main reminder.

This time, I put it around my neck. Before hiding it behind my shirt, I noticed that the ruby, that had once been gleaming, was loosing its color and was starting to look rather like a colorless diamond.

The lobby of the funeral home was packed. People kept muttering words of sorrow to me, but I didn't hear them. All I could think of was how badly I already miss Lily, and how I have to wait till I'm home to cry. On my way to the door, someone stops me.

I looked up into the face of the man who spoke. He was freakishly tall and eyes so black that, without light, they would seem like think, black portals going through his head. His skin is so ghastly that it seems to glow in the dark. He has a long nose and, long, black hair kept back in a ponytail. Around his neck is a cross on a chain, exactly like the one Lily used to wear.

"Dracula, uh, I'm glad that you could come. Are the others here as well?"

His voice is hoarse and he has an incredibly deep, Transylvanian accent. His r's seem to come out like a purr. "But, ov course they have come. Lily vos a very well respected individual member, very vell looked upon by the rest of the Confederation."

I nodded. "She was always modest about how high up she was in the Vampire Confederation."

"You vill be keeping her necklace, ov course…" He spoke.

"Oh, yes, I was going to keep it if you didn't mind," I muttered. Something about Dracula used to make me very nervous…more then other vampires, that is.

"No, No, you should be keeping it, James. She vould have wanted you to keep it." Dracula said, his black eyes penetrating stare almost making me shiver.

"Yes, well, thanks for coming…." I whisper, trying to get out of the conversation.

The ride to back to Sirius's house was dreadful. I hadn't been home since the night she died, and now, I had to back and collect everything that I was going to keep. It was not particularly something I was looking forward to doing.

I had decided earlier that I would never be able to live in that house again, and Sirius had been kind enough to help out with Harry and invite us to live with him. I decided that, after I moved everything out, I would sell it to someone who would remodel it. Little did I know, I would be doing more then clearing out everything from my old house.

A/N Well, that's it for the first chapter! I will do one or two more chapters in this year, and then, I will move on to seventh year. If you have any questions, leave them in your reply or email me, and I will answer everything that will not be answered in further chapters. I hope you liked it! I've been fiddling with this idea for a long time, so, I hope that it will be worth it later on (I know that it is hard to say a lot in reviews for first chapters).