"Vampires are a dangerous species; rarely will they be found in large crowds or associating with humans or even non-vampires…Relying solely on their own vampiric magic, in conjunction with their dislike of humans makes the presence of vampires at a Wizarding academy laughable…" (Extract from Eldred Worple's: Blood Brothers: my Life Amongst the Vampires)

"Damn...this stuff is heavy...too heavy! Why was I sent here in the first place? I'm a friggin' vampire, why do I need wizarding training? Isn't that kind of like sending the wolf to learn from the sheep?" I couldn't help thinking to myself. I was 16 at the time, much older than most other people going to Hogwarts for the first time, but I was simply being transferred to Hogwarts from Durmstrang...I guess they thought I could take the sudden change. As that point in time though, going somewhere where I knew no one, and thought the prospects bleak of finding people willing to converse with a Vampire...much less the future (pardon the pun) bloody Count Dracula. People wouldn't guess I was one, simply by just looking, but word will spread. At that point in time returning to that drafty, run down castle in Transylvania, living with my Guardians (my parents were slain long ago), a group of Human haters if they were anything. They'd just side with the Death Eaters simply so they could kill.

I was snapped out of my reminiscences, by a large upright wooden pole, and my boxes scattered everywhere. I could hear people sniggering at me, "Ok! This coach looks good." I thought irritably, and, gathering up my trunk, coffin and guitar case, boarded the train. "Oh thank God this coach is empty!" My guardians had never thought much of my spirituality, 'that Buddhism stuff is junk..."they said, "and don't even get me started on Christianity, Hindu and Islam! Stop all of than right now and work on your fencing.', but what did they care...in fact what did I care? In two years I would be old enough to claim my title and land.'

I sat down on a chair and took out my electric guitar, and smiled: it was one of the few things that had been given me. We weren't terribly wealthy; people had learned long ago that our land was 'jinxed', leaving us with several square miles of undeveloped marshes, woods, and fields, but still, WE WERE descended from Vlad Dracula, two things ran in my family: vampires and warriors. Being vampires we did not need food, and lived off of animals, insects, and Blood given us by the Romanian Ministry of Vampire Control to keep us in check. My entire, rather extensive family disapproved of my music," It's a waist of time Sid. Learn the sword like your father."

I chuckled morosely to myself," Fat lot of good it did him...he was lynched by a mob of anti-vampires." I played a few notes on my guitar before I heard the door slide open and voices, laughing. In walked four people, two boys and two girls. A girl with bushy hair turned to me and looked surprised, the smile sliding from her face.

"Oh...we didn't know someone was in here..." she said.

I tried to smile, without showing my teeth," Oh think nothing of it. There isn't really any place to sit...the train is packed."

"Oh, well..."said a boy with bright red hair," We don't want to intrude..."

"No intrusion." I replied calmly, as sophisticated as I could."

They looked at each other and seemed to come to a consensus that there was no other place to sit, set there things down. And introduced themselves;

"I'm Hermione Granger." said the girl with bushy hair.

"Ron Weasley." said a boy with freckles and red hair.

"Ginny Weasley." said the other girl shyly.

"Harry Potter." said the final boy quietly.

I shook their hands,"Sidnay. Sidnay Dracule...I'm new to Hogwarts. Transferred from Durmstrang..."

Hermione looked curious," That doesn't sound English. Are you foreign...?"

The boy, Ron laughed," Of course he is Hermione! He went to Durmstrang."

I chuckled," Yes, I am from Romania." It was one of the few times he had been around humans, and he felt the hunger awaken in him...the hunger that I fought, and fight, daily. My hand shaking, I reached into my jacket for the hip flask, which had been filled with the prescription blood, donated by humans and wizards who feared Vampire's getting out of control. I took a desperate swig, careful not to let any blood spill. It was cold, bitter, and rather musty, satisfying the craving only on a physical level.

Ginny looked curious," What's in that?"

I replied uncomfortably," Medication."

Harry looked over from his day dream," Are you sick?"

I smiled wryly," In a manner of speaking." I put on my sunglasses lest they also notice my eyes...distinctive to a vampire: dark sunken, with Red slits for pupils, which could shine through darkness. No one seemed to notice. It soon became apparent that there were two couples, as Ginny Fell into Harry's arms and they began to talk in hushed voices, while Ron and Hermione did likewise also lowering their voices. I rolled my eyes behind the glasses and smiled despite myself. Taking my guitar in my lap, I began to play again, the familiar flying sensation taking over again, as I bent strings, fooled around with the whammy bar, scraped the pick along the strings, and satisfied my soul with the playing- the guitar was not plugged into the amplifier, and thus should bother nobody.

"Blimey..."a voice said.

I looked up and saw them all staring at me with a look of shock and awe.

"Where did you learn to do that?" asked Ron, his mouth slightly open.

I could feel myself going red, unaware people had been listening to me," Jimi Hendrix." I replied.

The reference seemed to go over all of their heads," Jimmy who?" asked Ron confusedly.

"A famous muggle guitarist Ron, you REALLY OUGHT to broaden your horizons a bit more." snapped Hermione. I could see Harry smile to himself at this.

Ron shrugged," Whatever...so this...Hiimmy Jendrix taught you to do that?"

I laughed," Oh god no. He's been dead since 1970. I learned it...you know. Watching his recordings, listening to his music, as well as broadening my musical horizons in all directions, learning and listening to all kinds of music. It's not difficult." I laughed to myself seeing their skeptical faces.

Just that the conductor came by and announced they were nearing Hogwarts. There was a shuffle to get uniforms out. I got up and took out my robes, but as I did so, my guitar must have brushed against the strap holding his concealed coffin above the seat, and with a crash, the coffin fell into the plain view of everybody present.