Chap 4-

Sitting on the floor of his new common room, a man who was their head of house entered. he stared at them like he was judging and valuing their lives. "In Slytherin you are family. Outside these doors you present a united front. Disputed stay inside the common room. Now do not get caught breaking the rules and my office hours are posted. Now go to bed and respect curfew."

With that the first years went to their dorms. He shared a room with the rest of the boys. He found his bed and started to write a letter to his father, hoping nothing bad would come of it. He decided to post the letter in the morning as not to anger the head of house, snape. He pulled out some vampire sweets and started to absentmindedly chew a few.

"ehh hem" a voice sounded with a hand sticking Infront of his view. "Where is mine" it was Draco with the rest of the boys sniggering at him. "Why would I give some to you" he responded with confusion evident. "Now you should try and keep on are sweet side or you will find yourself in a lot of trouble here, so cough up". "No, now go away" turning back to his letter.

"Now you should be grateful you little mud blood for not calling out your lie at the feast about your blood status. Now give" laughter from Vlad echoed around the room.

"Why would I give a little monster like you, MY FOOD. Now you can stop your little bravery act and go back to your little corner. I am a pure blood, actually I am a lord if that is important, and my family is more powerful than yours, we have been around longer than any of yours. Now leave me alone before I have to physically move you."

He appeared brave but internally he was scared and worried. Where had that come from and was it apart of the blood mirror being potentially close. He knew they sped up the transformation but this could get dangerous for his roommates fast. He quickly finished the letter, changed and went to bed.

Falling asleep was hard. The fears of the blood mirror and the scares of starting a new school plagued his night. What would happen to him if they found out. He was lucky that due to certain rules he was protected. Nobody could do anything against him if they found out, but that did not mean they could not ruin his time here.

The next morning, he got up a little earlier than he should. He simply did not trust his dorm mates. He got up and ready before checking the time to make sure he did not go out during curfew. After asking a prefect, who did not help, then a portrait he managed to get to his destination. He found the owl his father gave him. It was nightmare to try and stop him from getting more. Tying the letter on the owl left while he headed to breakfast.

He was very early so only a few were there. He sat down and stared at breakfast. Picking up what seemed healthy food he tried it. It was better than last night that was for sure. He was loading food on his plate when a prefect from his house turned up.

"What are you doing up here so early, you should have waited. You are lucky we even let you in at all" he recognized as flint. "Why would I be lucky, I am a Slytherin, it is my house." He responded, party to be sarcastic, partly him being curious. Mostly for the irony.

With a sneer flint left, but Vlad felt like he wanted to show him his place. What. That was not him. He would need to leave the school soon with the way this was going. Luckily when the school was built Godrick put in some vampire measures, so he could us those if needed. one was a blood fountain, it sounded nice currently but remembering how old it was giving him worries for his health.

More people had trickled in and he was done with breakfast. There head of house started to walk down the table handing them their time tables. His looked decent and was with the Gryffindors mostly.

He got up to leave but his head of house spoke. "You leave with your house Dracula". And with a huff he was gone again.

After all was done this time, they headed to their first class. They had brought the book along already as they had been told this morning what they had first. Transfiguration. Their a cat on the table. A yummy cat. Damn.

He found a spot and sat down. He took out his book and had his ring on. the bell went and the two he had kind of made friends with yesterday came in late. The cat transformed into their teacher. Looked like pretty simple bit of vampire magic. All could do it, but she was calling it advanced. It must be hard for wiccan.

They practiced a charm for turning a match into a needle. It was fun, but he had already done it before. He waved his hand over and mentalised the image saying the words in his head. By saying them out loud he would have greatly overpowered the spell. Vampire magic had some weird powering levels. First try the needle came. He made it fancy with a decorative eye. It was a bat on the eye.

Putting his hand up the teacher answered. "Yes Mr. Dracula". he heard some of his house mates calling him a squib. "I am finish mam." While holding up his needle. The teacher looked impressed.

"Can you do it again Mr Dracula" giving him a new needle. He repeated the process, this time giving the point the castle in Stockley. The teacher was furrily impresses.

"Well 20 points to Slytherin for excellent work and 5 for completing the spell Dracula though where is your wand?"

"Why would I need a wand professor I have my ring. I cannot use your typical wand for genetic reasons".

"You will accompany me to see the headmaster after this with your two needles."

His year mates look at him suspiciously, which was slightly understandable. The power over the blood sacks was great, feeding his pride. WHAT. It must be closer here, the blood mirror. This is starting to get desperate. At this rate by Christmas, he would be a fully fledged vampire. he would need to track these changes, especially to see if he starts developing powers.

The bell rang and most of the class had gotten the needle, though a few like Weasley and Crabbe struggled. The professor beckoned him and he followed. They reached a gargoyle where the professor announced the password of candy cane. Up the spiralling stairs they entered an office adorned in red and gold.

"Ah hello their professor McGonagall and you have brought Mr. Dracula as well. What may seem to be the problem."

"Mr. Dracula here does not have a wand, nor does he seem to need one. It is apparently controlled by his ring. Also he produced these two needles"

"Mr Dracula would you like to explain." The headmaster asked in my direction.

"Not particularly." Was my only reply.

"Well, we cannot force you but if you could tell us what is in your ring, and any others you eventually use, main or not, so if something happens the wards will not respond badly would be excellent. We also may need to register it later, but you will be consulted if that happens." Though the headmaster sounded sincere you could see him try to figure out what I was, but also how to use it for him. Tricksy. I consented with him for now as Godrick had already informed me that I would need to. However, I decided to leave them with one last statement.

"Headmaster, my species, specifically me, is protected. You cannot do anything I do not like when it comes to me, but I will try and make it easier for you as I feel my species traits are becoming more present in this school. Good day" and with that I left for potions.

POV DUMBLEDORE

That was one of the most interesting conversations with a first year I have had in a while. The obvious foreign student has power that could not be imagined, especially with the two needles shown to me. They are delicate and intricate, ones that even are hard for me to produce. His last statement makes it clear that he is a magical being. But what in particular. If he remembered correctly, he was from Romania. Where vampire came from. But only vampires with a moon elf inheritance hybrid could possibly have access to this magic. It was because they were blessed by the moon twice giving them access to pretty much all magic, mainly root magic of wiccans. But that was impossible. Moon elves died out centuries ago and all magical vampire only had access to a small range of vampire magic. What other option could there be. It required research, especially if he was valuable.

End of chapter

I am doing the moon elf to try and explain why there are only few and why they are so powerful. Hopefully it will fill in a small plot hole while giving me more to play with in the future.

Currently in full time education, especially for the foreseeable future so this is kind of a side project. Sorry.