Sorry for the wait everyone.

Disclaimer: not mine, although Charlie is.

Ok, and this is something I should have done chapters ago:

Thanks to Shania Maxwell, Eve Granger, and Draeconin for being my most constant reviewers. Also a big thanks to Maria for correcting my spelling and grammar, although this chapter wouldn't work for some reason. And to Queen Rasputin and Auriel Dresden. You guy's rock my striped socks.

I promised that this chapter Harry and Draco would finally leave but things took an unexpected turn while writing. Please bare with me people I think they will finally depart in 2 chapters. And people have been telling me I move to fast so... I slowed down.

Happy new years and please don't drink and drive.

Chapter 8

Harry awoke with a feeling akin to dread in his stomach. It took him a while to fully register everything around him. He was still in the hospital wing, but Madame Pomfrey had promised him that he could leave this morning. Harry spent the next few minutes doing his usual morning routine, first he did his cat stretch, he extended his arms above his head and he pulled his legs to the other end. This really did look remarkably like a cat stretching so Ron had dubbed it the Harry Cat Stretch. Then he sat up and, starting with his jaw, began to crack ever joint that he could, including hips, knees, elbows, fingers and toes.

Madame Pomfrey walked in later on and began her usual examination of her sole patient. She used her wand like an antenna, which she pointed sideways over Harry's body, and starting from his toes made her way up his body. The wand made little beeping noises every once in a while and every time this happened Madame Pomfrey would make a note on her clipboard.

She finished with this and gave Harry a small round bottle and told him to take a teaspoon full every day at noon for three days. Then she went back to her office, closing the curtain to give Harry privacy to change.

Harry quickly changed and went up to the training room to find that Draco had already started his running and Professor Reign was setting up the mats for their next Hand to Hand lesson. She smiled and told him to hurry up and get ready. Harry went into the change room to find his running clothes and he quickly slipped into them and went back into the training room. Professor Reign had finished with the mats and was now reading a book by the window.

"You only have to do one lap around the lake. We need to get started on the training, so don't waste too much time." She said to him.

Harry nodded and ran to the edge of the lake. He was just in time to see Draco start his second lap. He ran to catch up to him but thought better of invoking conversation. He stayed a few paces behind him and the two boys ran in silence for the rest of the run.

They both ran up to the training room where the mats were placed on the floor to make sure that the boys would not sustain injury if they fell. They changed into the maroon uniforms and stared the first moves that Professor Reign had taught them. They moved on to the more challenging ones while Professor Reign walked between them and corrected them on posture and force. When they had finished that, Professor Reign told them that she would be teaching them how to do falls and rolls today. That is what the mats were for. They began really easy, just simple rolls, but soon began to do things like how far can you roll or how high. Professor Reign put up a sort of barrier for them, it was about waist height and it was made of a foamy material so that if they crashed into it, it wouldn't hurt. The goal was to jump over it and roll on the mat on the other side.

Needless to say, the first few times they tried it the barrier fell. But soon the boys got the hang of it and were seeing how high they could really jump.

Professor Reign sighed at the typical male behaviour and told them to go to lunch before they hurt themselves.

The training had effectively erased all memory of the kiss from Draco's mind. But now that his brain had time to relax he couldn't think of what to say to Harry. How do you act after you kissed someone that you were supposed to hate? He wanted to ask Harry if he'd told anyone, but he knew that if he did that then he would spread it around just to spite him. So the best thing to do was absolutely nothing, and to wait and see how it all pans out.

Harry, however looked at Draco nervously and waited for him to say some scathing remark about him, but as much as he waited, Draco stayed quiet. He doesn't even look at me, Harry thought miserably. Maybe I should say something.

Just as Harry mustered up the courage to say something Draco slammed shut his locker and walked past him to the hallway. Harry sighed and sat down in the empty locker room. He was wearing his usual grungy pants but he had yet to put a shirt on.

He had no one to go to for relationship help. Hermione was off in France with her parents and Ron was as clueless as him. Plus, what would he say? Hey, you guys, what do you do after you accidentally kiss Draco Malfoy? That wouldn't go over well.

Just as Harry was about to pull on his shirt he saw an owl at the window. It was the strangest bird he had ever seen. Instead of it being some normal colour like brown or grey, it was a bright purple. He opened the window cautiously and took the letter off of the bird. The owl immediately took off and Harry was left standing with the letter.

Raven

Hogwarts School

England

Harry looked at it curiously. Only two people knew about his name change, Professor Reign and Draco, and none of them needed to send him a letter, as he was right here with them.

He opened it warily, expecting it to blow up, but it was a normal letter, no hexes or jinxes were placed on it.

Raven,

You probably don't remember me; I was the girl you met at the cemetery when you were looking for your parents. I know this sounds really strange but you must believe me. Four days ago when you were attacked by that vampire and I saved you they called blood claim. You probably don't know anything when it comes to vampires so let me explain. Blood claim is a vampires' screwed up way of getting what it wants. More specifically, if a vampire claims blood on a certain person only that vampire can kill the one it claims. Since your brave friend was the one who saved your life, the head of the vampire kiss I killed has called blood claim on him. This means that Draco now belongs to the head vampire. Only the head vampire can kill or hurt him. But since I learned of this fact right after it was claimed I called ownership of Draco and therefore of you. You see, when someone saves your life you owe them a life debt. So in a really perverse turn of events you belong to Draco Malfoy and he belongs to me. Please don't hate me; this was the only way I could save his life. Because now, if the head of the vampires wants to kill, hurt or in any way claim Draco he has to go through me first. And I can assure you, I'm very hard to kill-

Here the letter was cut off. It looked like the page had been ripped in half. The whole thing was written very quickly, judging from the messiness of the scrawl and in some places there were large splats of water, as if the girl had been in a heavy rainfall.

Harry put the letter down on the window sill and stared at the writing. The whole thing was completely ridiculous of course. He was more confused now then if Dumbledore had asked him for ideas on global domination.

Blood claims and vampires, things he had never even heard of before. Yet here was a letter that claimed that these things were happening. Maybe it was all a hoax, maybe Draco was having a good laugh at him right about now. Harry thought a while about what to do. He could go to Dumbledore and show him the letter, or he could put it at the bottom of his trunk and forget that he ever received it. Dumbledore would probably tell him that he was being ridiculous and that it was just someone having a good laugh at him. But that didn't explain the girl that was in the cemetery, or the drawing he had received, or the girl who had killed the vampires at Hogsmeade.

Harry had forgotten that these things had happened but once reading the letter his memories came flooding back to him.

"I'm not lying." She had said. Harry only now realized that those words have been in his dreams ever since his encounter with the girl. But just as dreams tend to do, they slipped away like water through cupped hands the minute he woke up.

Harry decided that the letter should not be shown to Dumbledore, he wouldn't believe him if he told him about the mysterious girl that keeps on helping yet disappearing the minute someone looks too closely. But Draco had seen her, Harry remembered suddenly. He had said something about a girl who had fought the vampires when they attacked. This only proved Harry right in thinking that she was not his hallucination. It wasn't possible for both Draco and him to have the same visions. She was real, but if Harry told Dumbledore about all of this, the headmaster would deem her 'dark' and he would never find out who she is, and if what she said about his parents was true.

Harry pulled on his shirt and robes and put the letter in an inner pocket to keep it safe from prying eyes. He then put his things back into his locker and went to the great hall for lunch.

The rest of the day went by quickly, they learned more about fighting with swords in Weapons practice and the day was almost over before Harry even had time to think about the letter that was now tucked safely in between the pages of his potions text.

At the end of the day Professor Reign asked them to come to her office at nine to discuss their admission test into Monty's and to go into a bit more detail about the school. They would be leaving in three weeks and the test was in two.

After Dinner the boys changed into their normal Hogwarts clothes and went on to do their various activities. Draco went to the library to read a book and Harry went to go find Professor McGonagall to ask her if she needed any help with marking and such things. He did this on his free afternoons. It was a chance to free his mind and at the same time improve his relationship with his head of house. Who knows, maybe next time he's caught wandering the halls after hours she won't take house points. Then again, knowing her, maybe not.

He walked into Professor McGonagall's office to find that she was in a heated discussion with Professor Snape. He was about to leave them and find something else to do when Professor McGonagall slammed the book she was holding on the table and looked over at Harry. This caused Professor Snape to look over as well. He had a look of utmost hate in his eyes. Harry returned the gaze, they had played this game many times before in his classes.

"Potter, stay. There may be something I will need from you." Professor McGonagall said to him.

"Why is that insolent brat here?" Snape spat viciously.

"The 'insolent brat' is the sole reason that I have all my marking done in the middle of the holidays. He has shamelessly given up his free evenings to help me with my corrections. You, on the other hand, have not even gotten through a third of your marking. Maybe you would like to borrow my 'insolent brat' for an evening. Who knows maybe next he'll be teaching your classes." She said to the Potions Master.

Snape turned a paint shade of pink at the thought of anyone, let alone Harry Potter, teaching his classes. It was the first time Harry had ever seen his Potions teacher blush and the sight brought a smile to his lips.

Professor McGonagall took the smile as encouragement and promptly told Harry that 'Severus will meet you in his office.' Harry's eyes widened at this and he opened his mouth to object, but Snape beat him to it.

"WHAT?" he yelled.

"Well, you do need to get that marking done, and Harry is really good at it. Plus he got an Exceeds Expectations on his OWL's, I'm sure that it would suffice for your first years." She replied calmly.

Snape was shaking with rage when he spoke his next words.

"If this is another one of your foolish games to turn me and that boy into lifelong friends you are severely mistaken Minerva. Do you remember when you manipulated Black into being 'friends' with me? Tell me, Minerva, how did that work out?" He asked ferally.

"I am not manipulating you into anything. Just be nice to the boy and you may find that he has a personality. People are not cardboard Severus, and therefore should not be treated as such." She retorted just as angrily.

This was obviously the end of the argument as Professor McGonagall picked up the book she had slammed and walked out of her very own office.

Harry stood very still so as not to alarm Professor Snape, the raging thundercloud, of his presence. He did not want all that anger to be targeted at him. What he did not understand was what he had done to Professor McGonagall to deserve such severe punishment. What Harry did not realize was that it wasn't him being punished but Professor Snape. It had takes years for Minerva McGonagall to break through Snape's icy exterior to find the real human being inside.

They had spent many an evening together, just drinking wine and talking about the hardships of teaching. Minerva realized that there really was a softer side to Snape. But years of pain and loss had taught him to hide that side and only show the gruff exterior to the world. He was the school's most hated teacher, the evil Professor Snape, the man who would make girls, and even on a few rare occasions, boys cry in class. But at times, such as the aforementioned evenings, Minerva broke through the ice to find the warmth inside, and as much as she hated to admit it, Severus Snape was a rather interesting man.

Today, however, the day had begun in an unpleasantly horrible manner. Minerva was awoken by a loud screech coming from outside her window. The screech was rather persistent, no matter how much Minerva tried to ignore it, it wailed on. Finally, at five in the morning, Minerva dragged herself out of bed to investigate the source of the screech. It was coming from her window, and when looking outside she saw the night sky and the fields of grass and forest before her. Hagrid's hut was standing at the edge of the wood, giving her a view of everything that happened at the cabin. And what was in the cabin now was the origin of the screech. Minerva gave an impatient sigh and got on her dressing gown and slippers.

The screech, she found out, was a Lacerta Gryphus, a rare type of animal that was bred especially for its poison. Hagrid had purchased the thing from a man in Australia. Since Hagrid was on a mission for the Order, the animal was shipped by owl to his hut, but due to the fact that no one was here to feed the thing it was screeching for attention.

Minerva had absolutely no idea what to give the animal. It was an odd mix of bird and lizard, with sharp pointy fangs. She finally found some mice in the mouse trap and put them into the cage of the Lacerta. She watched in horrified fascination as the thing tore the mice into pieces and swallowed them in big gulps. It was utterly savage and she wished to see no more of it.

She went back up to her bedroom at seven in the morning. The sun was already beginning to rise. The day had not started good. She decided to skip an attempt at more sleep and went straight to breakfast, where she found a moody and rather snappish Draco Malfoy. This in no way improved her mood and she went on to her first errand of the day. The day progressed into more misery when she found out that Hagrid would not be back for another fortnight and thus she would have to feed his Lacerta until his arrival.

So you can see why Minerva McGonagall was in no mood for Snape's usual surly, ill-humoured self. He began his usual tirade about not having enough time to do all of his marking and Minerva simply lost it and began to chastise him for not managing his time. So when Harry came in to help her with her marking she got the brilliant idea of sending him to help Severus. It would serve the man right for leaving his work till the last minute.

She knew all too well how much Severus Snape hated James's son and it would be the perfect punishment to place him in the presence of the boy-who-lived. She wished no ill on the raven haired boy, but in any case, Snape could not do anything too bad during the holidays. After all, house points were not working and he couldn't give him detention.

After a few seconds of trying to get his temper in control Severus Snape took a deep breath and looked over at the brat-who-made-his-life-miserable. The boy was looking scared enough to piss himself and Severus almost laughed at the idea. How could this puny little boy have been able to defeat the darkest wizard of all time?

He smirked at the terrified look on his face and walked past him into the hallway.

"Well, Potter? Are you coming, or not?" he asked. He was no longer mad. Severus Snape was very talented at controlling his emotions.

"Yes, sir." Harry replied quickly, following the potions master down the stairs to the dungeons. Snape's cloak was billowing behind him like the wings of an enormous bat.

A few minutes later Harry found himself in the office of his least favourite Hogwarts professor. The place had an air of negligence and disuse, as if whoever worked here never bothered to clean. It was generally tidy but a thick layer of dust covered every surface except the large mahogany desk sitting in the far corner. It was littered with scrolls of paper and broken quills. The walls were covered by ceiling to floor shelves, upon which stood jars with a manner of disgusting things in odd coloured liquids. There was a small straight back chair sitting beside the desk, and a few empty crates in a far corner, and, as usual, the mandatory fireplace that was in every room of the castle.

Professor Snape pointed his wand to the fireplace and muttered incendio. A roaring fire suddenly appeared as if it has been burning for hours.

"Sit." Snape said.

Harry promptly fell into the chair beside the desk. It was the most uncomfortable chair he had ever sat in. It's the kind that you see in torture champers in old books. Harry nervously watched as Snape glided across the room to sit in the great cushioned chair behind the desk. He shifted a few piles of scrolls and finally settled on one particularly large pile. It was tied with a black ribbon and was marked 'third years' on the top. Snape slammed the pile in front of Harry, who jumped and gasped at the sudden sound.

"This is an essay on the Shrinking Solution. You have to make sure that the student listed all of the ingredients and then fully explained the effects of this potion. If you detect any grammatical errors you will correct them. Is that understood?" Snape said calmly.

"Yes sir." Harry replied hesitantly. Snape put a bottle of red ink in front of Harry and handed him a quill.

"Get to work then."

Harry sighed and then realized that he had no idea what the ingredients in a Shrinking Solution are.

"Er, Professor Snape?" Harry said anxiously. Snape looked up from the pile he was going through. "I don't really remember what goes into a Shrinking Solution." Harry finished, he closed his eyes, getting ready for the outburst.

"I see that you have learned nothing from my class." Snape said calmly. "Completely understandable, considering your lack of concentration and brain power."

Harry pursed his lips to keep from retorting. At least he wasn't yelling, he told himself. Snape gave him a piece of parchment with the list of ingredients and the effects. Harry took it and began on his first essay.

Hours passed and Harry had finished the third years and the second years essays. It was already eight thirty and Harry was twisting and fidgeting in his uncomfortable chair. The hard wooden back was giving him a neck ache and he really wanted to move around. Suddenly Snape got up and went over to one of the shelves. He moved over a few of the jars and reached in behind them to grab a small textbook that looked very old. It was falling apart and the pages were yellow and it had a burn on the front cover.

"I trust that when I get back there will not be a crater in the place of my office." Snape said suddenly, and with the swish of fabric went out the door.

Harry got up and began to do some stretches, he was really sore from sitting in the same position for hours at a time. He began to rotate his neck to get the kinks out of his back when he caught sight of another textbook behind the jar that Snape had not moved back into place.

This one was much larger but in the same condition as the last. It was poking out behind a jar of what looked like a baby pig in thick yellow liquid. Harry walked closer to the shelf, making sure not to touch anything. Knowing Snape, he probably had a security system on his office.

Harry got close enough to see the title. It was written in old English calligraphy and was slightly peeling off.

Vampires

Harry stared at the title for a few seconds. Snape? Could he be…? No, it was impossible; Harry had seen the Potions Master in full daylight a hundred times. And Dumbledore would never let a vampire teach potions! Of course he let Lupin teach Defence against the Dark Arts, but this was different. Or was it? Maybe this is the reason why Dumbledore always trusted Snape. Maybe because Dumbledore knew that Snape would do anything to keep his secret hidden. Maybe this is the reason why Snape is so useful.

There were a lot of variables but certain things started to make sense now. Snape would never eat with them at Grimmauld Place, and he always wore those long black cloaks.

There was only one way to find out. Harry grabbed the book and tugged. No alarms or lights went off so Harry went on to heave the enormous book towards the desk. He opened it to the first page and began to read.

A vampire is a mythical or folkloric creature said to subsist on human and/or animal blood often having magical powers and the ability to transform. Usually the vampire is the corpse of a dead person, reanimated or made undead by one means or another. Some cultures have myths of non-human vampires, such as demons or animals like bats, dogs, and spiders. Vampires are often described as having a wide variety of additional powers and character traits, extremely variable in different traditions, and are a frequent subject of folklore.

This is what any standard muggle would tell you. Here we unlock the truth about vampirism. A vampire is known to drink the blood of a human, although vampires can also drink the blood of animals. The real version is that a Vampire can drain any type of energy, or heme as we call it. Heme can come in the form of blood or magic. Since muggles have a limited amount of magic the root of their so called 'vampires' came from blood letting.

There are many different types of vampires, just like wizards, vampires have a diverse culture, although the rules are the same for everyone. Vampires are known for their amazing ability to live forever. They have reached true immortality. However, we cannot call it true immortality, as a vampire can be killed. There are many ways to destroy a vampire, but first let us look at the origin of the vampire…

A loud bang came from the stairs and Harry quickly slammed the book shut and ran to put it back into place. He made sure that it looked the exact same as he left it and ran back to jump into the uncomfortable chair to make it look like he had been working.

Severus Snape walked into the office and looked accusingly at Harry. He walked to his desk and took the pile of papers from Harry.

"Professor Reign asked me to inform you that you had an appointment with her at nine." Snape said silkily. Harry looked down at his watch. It was a quarter after nine. He jumped up and ran to the door.

"Potter," Snape called after him, "tomorrow evening at the same time."

"Right." Harry said before running out of the office at least forty flights of stairs to get to Professor Reign's office.

Harry walked in, panting and heaving. He stopped by the desk and collapsed into a much more comfortable chair than the one he had just left. Professor Reign waited a few minutes to let him catch him breath and them smiled as she said "you're late."

Harry rolled his eyes and sat back in the chair still breathing deeply but now able to speak.

"Yeah, I've decided to add chronic lateness to my repertoire." he said sarcastically. Harry heard a chuckle from his left and looked to see Draco already in the chair next to his. He looked at the boy, opened his mouth, but then thought better of talking and closed it again.

Professor Reign sensed a bit of tension between the boys since the early morning but decided to stay quiet and see if they could work it out.

"Alright, I'm going to tell you the things you need to know to pass your admission test and, more importantly, survive in my school. Now, the admission test has four parts: a written part, which you will be studying for in the next few weeks, and the Hand to Hand, Weapons and Sparring tests.

"Now, the written part is rather easy to pass, and if you listened to all my explanations of the Hand to Hand techniques then you'll do fine. I will give you both the standard textbook from which you will have to study, but it will suffice to simply read it and take notes. The Hand to Hand and Weapons tests you will both do fine on. Your work in practice is quite advanced. Although this does not mean you will slack off during the next two weeks. We still have quite a lot of material to get through, but I'm sure that you will pass with an Exceeds Expectations or more.

"The only thing I'm truly worried about is your sparring. We only did one supervised sparring match and it ended disastrously. We will try this again during the next few weeks, and this time, let's try to be a bit more careful." Professor Reign explained to the two boys.

"How can you be so confident that we will pass when just days ago we were put in a compromising situation and I couldn't even fight off two measly vampires?" Draco asked.

"Yes, I remember the vampire attack, Draco, but you only had the beginning of a long education in the fighting arts. And vampires are not the easiest of opponents. Some vampires are vicious creatures, plus their added strength and immunity to pain and injury can make them quite the adversary. I was surprised that you came out of that situation with all of your body parts still intact. I once knew of a woman who hunted vampires for a living, and let me tell you, she was one of the best fighters I knew. She is currently residing in the Kentwood Psychiatric Division in Texas." Professor Reign informed him.

Draco let out a low whistle. Harry thought about this.

"You meant to tell me that if Draco hadn't intervened, I would truly be dead?" Harry asked. It was still quite a blow to think that if it want for the blonde Malfoy, he would not be sitting right here.

"Yes." Professor Reign answered warily. "In fact, I was very surprised that you did not die. Draco, you said that a young girl had jumped off the roof and helped you?"

Draco was to busy staring at Harry to answer.

"You just called me Draco. And it wasn't sarcastic." He said, awed.

Harry looked over at him and frowned.

"Yeah. I guess I did. Sorry?" he said confused. He didn't understand why it made that much of a deal.

Draco just blinked and looked back at Professor Reign. It had obviously meant something to him.

"Sorry, what were you asking?" he said.

"You said that a girl had helped you during the attack. Do you remember what she looked like?" she repeated the question.

"Er, yeah," he said, squinting and trying to picture her in his mind's eye. "She was really short, and had shoulder length white-blonde hair, a bit darker than mine. She was wearing a pair of jeans cut off at the knee and a purple tank top, with a hoodie over top. She had the biggest sword I have ever seen. It was kind of glowing too. It had these odd inscriptions at the hilt, and that's all I remember of her. It's kind of fuzzy. I can't really picture her face."

Harry sighed and looked at the desk to avoid eye contact with Professor Reign. Now, his suspicions were verified. It was the same girl. Charlie.

"Alright, well, if we ever see her again, we'll have to thank her for saving your lives." Professor Reign said.

Harry coughed to get the attention of the room and decided to change the subject before he got too uncomfortable.

"So, Professor… Tell us about Monty's." he said.

"Monty's is a very difficult school to pass. You choose the classes you want at the beginning of the year and they get put through a system to tell you the time and where to take the class. You two will most likely have almost the same classes because you're at the same level of the arts. There are four classes a day, and the days interchange, so technically you have eight classes but on separate days. You can take additional classes if you wish but make sure that you manage your time wisely. We have had a few emotional meltdowns from too much work and pressure.

"Each class is approximately an hour and twenty minutes and there is a lunch break after the first two classes, at noon. The first class starts at nine sharp and if you are not on time the doors close and you will not be able to participate. This is not something that you want to do because a lot of material gets covered in one class and you do not want to get behind.

"The whole school is situated on Hornby Island. I cannot tell you exactly where it is but it is a relatively small island and we get to have it all to ourselves. The school is on the northern side of the island and the rest of the island is a magical historical national park, which is visited frequently by the magical community. There are a few stores, shops, and markets, older students are allowed to go to these shops on the weekends or after class.

"There is also a theatre, dance club and recreation hall that are open every day. They are mostly used to perform the seasonal theatrical works that are performed by the Monty Drama Club. The dance club is open every night and is non-alcoholic. There are a few other places that you can go for fun but please consider getting your work done before running off to play.

"Monty's also offers a wide variety of clubs and groups, like the aforementioned Drama Club. You can sign up at the beginning of the year, but yet again please don't sign up for everything because time is not unlimited.

"There are no school uniforms at Monty's. We strictly believe in the freedom of expression. But there is a dress code that you must follow. Failure to comply and your privileges will be taken away. It is rather elementary, no breasts, bums, or undergarments of any kind are to be shown, and no violence, drug use or alcohol is allowed to be promoted. Although for some classes you will use your Monty's fighting uniforms, for the obvious reason that you cannot do Hand to Hand in jeans. It's simply uncomfortable.

"There is a very strict policy about violence of any kind in the halls. Monty does not judge people by their race, color, origin, nationality, or sexual orientation. In fact, Monty's has won the Acceptance Prize for the past four years. We are very accepting and multicultural.

"The both or you will be paired up with a buddy, or partner. They will spend the first few days showing you around and teaching you the ways of the school. You will have to share a room with each other but it is not uncommon for room changes if all four parties agree on the change. For example, if you want to switch rooms with Jane Doe then Draco has to accept that he will share a room with Jane Doe's roommate and everyone is happy.

"By the way, you cannot share a room with a girl, for obvious reasons. And that is about it. If you have any more questions I have these handy brochures that have all of the rules and regulations written in them. Take a look at them and make sure you understand everything." Professor Reign finally finished.

Both Harry and Draco took a brochure.

"Ok, it's almost ten o'clock. Time for bed boys, tomorrow's class is going to be tough, so get your sleep and I'll see you tomorrow." Professor Reign dismissed them and they left the class in silence.

Harry fell into bed a few minutes later, completely exhausted and having no wish to go and brush his teeth. He just couldn't get up, too many things to think about: the letter and the textbook in the potions room. Draco had confirmed that Charlie was there during the vampire attack and what if she was right? What if his parents were still alive somewhere out there?

And the textbook in Professor Snape's room? It was perfect. It answered every question that Harry had. The only way that he could read it, however, was if he was in the Potions room. This meant that Harry had to keep helping Snape with his marking in the hopes of reading some more of the book. Harry's brain was so filled with everything that he had done today he had to get it out somehow.

He grabbed a piece of parchment and began to write a letter to Ron and Hermione. Not giving away too much information, in case the owl was intercepted, but just enough so that they could give him some advice. He also wrote to Hermione about Draco, although not mentioning his name but saying that he had met a 'really great guy' but he was confused how to act.

She was sure to get back to him soon with some advice on what to do. He still had not told Ron that he was gay, and he preferred it that way. He didn't want to be impersonal and write it in a letter. If he was ever going to tell him he would say it to his face so that Ron would be able to ask him questions.

He had never been attracted to Ron. Harry had always thought of him in a very brotherly way. But Ron may not see it that way, so he wanted to explain it in full.

Harry finished the letters and tied them to Hedwig, who had finished catching her dinner of field mice and was happily ripping them to shreds in her cage. The owl was glad to finally have something to do and set off immediately. The mice bled onto the bottom of the cage and Harry stared in disgust as one of the mice twitched. He threw the mice away and cleaned out the cage with a scouring charm.

He went into the bathroom to brush his teeth, thankful that Draco had finished a while ago and then fell into bed. It only took him a few seconds to be away in dreamland, although dreamland had a bit of a nasty surprise for him…

TBC

AN: there Draeconin, this one was longer. LOL.

The first part of vampire explanation came from the encyclopedia. The rest I made up.

Next chapter: a more prolonged explanation about vampires and the admissions test.