"Oh, that!" I said, slightly sarcastic. "My dad is really weird! You see, he—"

I stopped catching another stern look from my dad. Ugh! I can't even have a conversation without my dad breathing down my back. It's so annoying. "He what?" Blaise asked, eager to hear my story.

"Actually, it has nothing to do with my dad, I was just kidding," I told him so that my dad would turn back to the front of the limo.

"Well...what's the story then?" he questioned. "Did you really escape death or is your dad just drunk?"

"Yeah, that's it!" I said, peering over at my dad to make sure he wasn't listening.

"What's it?" Blaise asked confused.

"The second part you said is right," I lied.

"So...let me get this straight...your dad got drunk, called my house, and was half-loony when he told me that you nearly escaped death tonight?" Blaise asked, clearly not believing a word of it.

"Yup!" I told him as I peered at my dad again.

"I'm not so sure I'm believing any of this," Blaise said thoughtfully.

"Well, your going to have to for now, because my limo is now pulling into our manor," I said looking out the window and seeing our manor ahead.

"Fine," Blaise sighed, "I suppose I'll hear another one of your wacky stories later on...I'll be seeing you. Talk to you later. Bye."

"Bye."

My wiz-phone clicked off as it always does once both people say 'bye.' I felt the limo come to a stop as we arrived back at the manor. I unbuckled myself as my driver got my door for me. It's so nice to be rich. I stepped out of the limo and waited for my dad to un-lock the front door. I walked upstairs to my 'ANGRY' room, and glanced at the mirror to see how pale I was. What I saw made me scream. "AAAHH!" I cried.

It was really bad. I wasn't pale or anything—I wasn't even there. My reflection was gone. It was like something that you might see happen in a horror movie—only now it's happening in real life. And to me out of all people. I stumbled backwards into my bed, completely freaking out. "Ooh—a vampire!" my mirror laughed.

I gasped, knowing that my mirror could easily tell my parents or a server that there is a vampire in the house. I would be busted. "SHUT UP!" I shouted. "JUST SHUT UP, WILL YOU? AND NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN! NO MATTER HOW TEMPTING THE URGE MAY BE, NEVER SAY IT—YOU GOT ME? IF--"

I stopped short from a loud bang on my door. "Draco? Are you okay? Is someone there? Draco?" it was my mum, and she sounded worried.

I gulped. "Uh—I'm fine, mum," I called out.

Then, thinking fast, I thought of a cover-up. "Just saying a few lines to a school play. It's called 'ANGRY TEENAGE WIZARDS', and I got the part of ANGRY ANDREW, so I thought it would be appropriate to practice in my ANGRY room...you know with all the angry faces to look at. It's a great play. We're performing it next year. So just—go away so I can practice in peace."

I am so brilliant! So clever and cunning...and a GREAT liar. "Well, okay, then," Mum said through the door. "Have fun practicing your lines. If you need me, I'll be downstairs."

I heard her footsteps disappear down the hall. I smirked. Again, I am brilliant. I sat on the edge of my bed, still shivering from the fact that I no longer had a reflection. I tried to think of happy thoughts, but all I could think of was how good that healer's blood had tasted. The urge was coming back to me, stronger than before. I put my head into my hands and rocked back and forth across my bed, trying to resist the urge, but the craving felt stronger every moment. I finally stood up, opened my curtains, and lifted my window. "Where are you going?" my mirror spat.

"Out," I answered. "And if you tell a soul—I don't know exactly what I'll do, but you'll hate it."

"Just be back before dawn," it replied.

"Trust me, not a problem. I'll be careful, and I'll be back with time to spare. I can smell daylight already," I said.

Then, from the fifth floor, I jumped to the ground, landing smoothly on my feet. I closed my eyes and sniffed the air around me, smelling humans not too far away. I ran until I spotted a gang of girls gathered in front of a tall, gray building. My stomach growled. I strolled towards them. "Hello," I said to a blonde-headed girl. "I wasn't gonna come over here—but you are just so beautiful, and I really love blondes."

"Well, how sweet! Your not half-bad looking either, gorgeous!" she ran her hand across my cheeks. "I'm Daisy Ann Brown, by the way."

"Draco," I replied.

Then, suddenly realizing that the other girls could turn me in as the last person she was seen with, I said, "No, I'm kidding, really, it's Austin Parker."

"Ooh, I like that name! Austin. Cute! These are my friends Holly, Terra, Marissa, Riana, and Monica. Everyone say 'Hi' to Austin."

"Hi," they all said together.

I then grabbed her arm and led her to the back of the building where it was dark. "What is with you, Austin?" she screamed.

I pinned her to the wall and kissed her. "I'm guessing you're a bad boy—and that's okay—I like a bad boy," she whispered after we kissed.

I have a feeling she'll regret saying that in a moment. We kissed again. "I'm not bad," I told her. "I'm more evil."

She giggled as we kissed. I was trying to make my way to her neck so I could bite her, but it was harder than I thought it would be. "How are you evil?" she questioned.

I then made my move. I pretended to kiss her neck, but instead, I bit it. "AAH!" she screamed.

I sucked her dry just as I had with the healer. I threw her down, full of energy and blood. I felt like being really bad...stealing sounds fun! I broke into a small store called Wiz Mart, which was closed, so I busted the door down. I took a leather jacket and put it on, wishing I knew how it looked on me. I picked up a few rings and a necklace to put on as well. Then I took five pairs of shoes and walked out of the store. I threw the shoes into a mustang nearby to frame the owner of the vehicle.

I didn't return to the manor until late that night. My parents were asleep, so I simply unlocked the front doors with my key and slowly made my way to my bedroom on the fifth floor. Then without bothering to change into my bedclothes, I collapsed onto my bed, falling into a deep sleep...

I awoke with a start the next morning, howling in pain and feeling so hot it seemed as if there was smoke around me. My hand was killing me, and I had a strong feeling it had smoke coming out of it. When I looked down, sunlight was pouring over it. I was right; smoke really WAS coming out of it. Then, suddenly, it caught fire. I screamed, ducking under my cover for protection. I rolled around under my blanket to put the fire out, but in the process I fell out of my bed, tangled up in my covers. Okay, that was a stupid mistake. I forgot to close my window and curtains last night—I'm a vampire! I shouldn't forget to do that. I suddenly realized my mirror was laughing at me.

"Just been vamped, am I right?" it asked, cracking up once more.

"SHUT UP!" I yelled, still under my covers on the floor.

"Stupid, Stupid, vampire. Can't even remember to shut his curtains so he won't turn to dust. Bet you didn't think you'd turn to dust eh?" it mocked.

"I said SHUT UP!" I hate my mirror.

"You are pathetic, son! Simply pathetic!"

Okay, this is why mirrors shouldn't talk. They don't care if you burn your hand and are tangled in your covers on the floor. I then stood up, still under my covers, and made my way to my window. I closed the window and curtains while my mirror laughed some more. I finally couldn't take it; I threw my covers down and stomped out of my room, my mirrors laugh still ringing in my ears. I walked into the kitchen and fixed a glass of ice water to cool me down from the morning madness.

"Morning, baby. Did you sleep well?" mum asked me.

"Yeah, I guess," I replied, taking a sip of water.

Mum gasped. "Honey—what did you do to your hand?"

I gulped, thinking fast. "Er--" was all I could say.

Fortunately, dad saved the day. "Narcissa! Get in here—quick!" he cried from the parlor.

Mum and I rushed to see what the big emergency was. Dad pointed to the TV. A brown-headed woman reporter was speaking. "Karli Rosé Ann Votaw will also be in town next week, and if you missed her on Friday, don't miss her next week," the reporter was saying.

Karlie Rosé Ann Votaw is a very famous wizard actress—I have no idea why dad wants us to see this. He claims she has a big head and can't sing worth a lick. Of course, I happen to be very fond of her. The reporter went on. "Now, today's big story. 40 year old Healer Garrow was found stone-cold late last night."

I gulped, trying to act natural and surprised. "He was reported dead with two small bite marks on the left side of his neck. Sandy is live at the scene. This has been Kristin Lee Harlow. Sandy?"

A different reporter was shown live the exact spot I killed Healer Garrow. Mum put her hands on my shoulder. "This must be hard for you, son. He died a hero, just think of that, okay?" she whispered.

I rolled my eyes and bit my lip to keep from laughing. "Thanks, Kristin. This is Sandy Kirk, reporting to you live. Now, most of you know Jason Garrow as a nice and understanding healer for children, and as sad as it is to say, he has been—murdered. Yes, murdered!"

Mum gripped my shoulder even tighter than before. Somehow, I didn't feel the least bit bad about killing Garrow. Weird, eh? The reporter continued, "Just last night, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy called upon Garrow's help as their only son was fading fast. The healer reported to the scene right away to their help. The young boy was said to be at 'death's door,' with a major loss of blood from a deep cut on his neck. But, thanks to Garrow, Draco Malfoy is both alive and safe—unfortunately, Jason Edward Garrow is not."

"The healer was found late last night only a couple blocks away from where he saved Draco. He was dead at the scene with two small bite marks on his neck. The cause of death is still unknown."

Okay, now I'm mad. Young boy? Death's door? I hate reporters. All they do is dig their nose where it doesn't belong. "Also, teenage Daisy Ann Brown was found dead early this morning in the same condition the Dr. Healer Garrow was found in. A few of her friends said she was last seen with a boy her age with blonde hair and blue eyes by the name of Austin Parker—"

I gagged, spitting out the water in my mouth and coughing. Mum patted my back. Now I'm really glad I didn't use my real name last night—otherwise, I'd be busted right about now. "You okay?" Mum questioned, rubbing my back since I was still coughing.

"I'm fine. Just a bit of a shock—two killed in one night. Plus, I think that Austin Parker was in my second grade class—that's all," I lied.

Mum nodded. "I know. It's amazing to see a really good person turn evil five years down the road," she told me. "So...who's up for a little school shopping today?"

I gulped. "Shopping? You don't mean in—in—Diagon Alley—do you?" I panicked.

"Well, of course I do! Where else would we get school supplies?" she laughed.

"Might I suggest—uh—a place only open at night? There's gotta be a place like that somewhere!" I suggested.

"Oh, don't be ridiculous! You love shopping with me! Now, go on upstairs to get ready. I want to leave in a half hour," she said.

Uh-oh! I can't go outside—you know what happened to my hand this morning—and that was just a little bit of sun. What am I going to do? Think, Draco, think!!