Dark brown and green eyes peaked out from behind a mass of black wavy hair as the pale teenager observed the room he had been led into. Hundreds of students sat starring at him curiously. The teen smirked in response, he loved the spot light. And the smirk only widened as he pulled a blood pop out of his pocket and lovingly placed it in his mouth.
The teen was smacked upside the head by the dark handsome man standing next to him. "Behave for a few minutes," he was ordered with a small hint of a smile on the mysterious face.
A pout replaced the smirk on the teen's face, causing some of the girls near them to sigh. A small twinkle appeared in the boy's eyes. "Whatever you say Dad," he answered the twinkle only growing.
"Listen to your father," the shorter brown haired man on the teen's left instructed. The teen opened his mouth to reply, showing the tips of glistening white teeth, but was cut off by the man, "And don't you 'Whatever Father' me! I know you're up to something."
With a wave of his hand, the tallest of the three males led them forward to the front of the room. He called out, "Headmaster, I'm terribly sorry we're late. You see someone decided they needed to go hunting before we arrived." The two men turned to shoot accusing glares at the teen between them.
"Daddy! I told you not to hunt and that we were going to be late," the teenager gasped and stared at his brown haired father with an innocent smile on his face.
The group stopped halfway to the front of the room and the two men turned to face their son with hands on their hips. "James!" was the annoyed scolding. "Do you want me to tell everyone what happened to that bunny you found?"
The boy's smirk only widened further. "Do you want me to tell them what you and Dad did to it after?" the boy countered.
"What about that time we let you in the candy store?"
"How about that time I found you and Dad-"
"James!" the boy was once again smacked upside the head and the man turned his gaze to the other man, "Remus, just take his blood pop away."
There was a gasp of horror and the teen's pale hands wrapped around the lollipop protectively. The dark brown eyes with flecks of green glared at his two parents from behind the stray hair.
Once again the taller of the three stepped forward and spoke, "I apologize, it has been a very long trip…" The man muttered under his breathe, "And I'm never letting him near fresh platypus blood ever again!" before he continued, "We truly do apologize for our appearance and our tardiness."
A tall man with a long silver beard stood and smiled at them knowingly, "Don't worry about it. Now welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy." Turning to the rest of the school, the headmaster inclined his head to the students and began introductions, "Please give a big welcome to our new Professors for Defense Against the Dark Arts; Professor Black and Professor Lupin." The Headmaster turned and waved for the tall strict looking woman on his right to go get something.
"This year, students, we have a new fifth year student joining us; James Black-Lupin. Yes indeed, our professor's son. He has spent the last four years studying at a Vampiric school in Australia," the professor introduced the teenager with a gracious smile.
The boy in question bowed elegantly, smiling so that one fang was barred to those looking at him. Whispers broke out in the Great Hall. Some students even backed away as far as the benches would let them.
"He's a vampire!"
"Who in their right mind would let a vampire in here?"
The students were interrupted by the Headmaster, "Do not worry, he will not harm anyone. He does not bite humans."
The students calmed down, but the teenager standing in the middle of the Hall let out a shout of surprise and indignation, "I what!" His eyes landed straight on the headmaster, both fangs barred as he muttered, "My lord is going to have a hay day with this!"
"Now, James. It's time for you to be sorted," the Headmaster said as a stool and hat was placed in the front of the hall. With a sigh and a look of disgust at the hat, the handsome teen walked forward and sat down on the stool quietly. After a moment the ratty hat was dropped on his head.
Oh, a vampire, the hat drawled in his head. Truly the boy wasn't surprised. He had been warned by his elders before coming here. I haven't seen one of your kind in several hundred years, it continued, How did you convince your sire to let you come?
Who said I convinced him? the teen asked back.
If you didn't who did? the hat questioned after a moment.
The boy let out an annoyed sigh as he answered, I have no bloody clue. Now sort me already.
There was a long pause as the hat delved into the vampire's mind. After a moment the hat let out a startled shout, both to those watching and James. Harry Potter? it questioned.
He's dead, what about him? James asked his irritation getting the better of him. He had been sitting on this bloody stool for too long and despite his hunt earlier, he was hungry.
You are him, the hat stated.
Slowly as if talking to a baby, James explained, No. See… Harry Potter is dead, and I'm one of the living dead. Therefore I'm not dead. Get it?
You are Harry Potter, the hat stated. To prove it's point, the hat started to replay a memory from when the boy was five months old.
"James! Put him down already. You'll wake him up if you keep hugging him to death," a sweet feminine voice called. To her surprise the boy's eyes opened to look up at his parents with a goofy grin and reach out towards his redheaded mother.
"Too late," the man who currently held the boy answered with an innocent grin as he quietly handed the infant over to its mother.
The memories started coming faster, until the boy threw his hands up in defeat. Just sort me already!
As you wish, Harry, the hat commented. Now where would you like to go?
What do you mean where would I like to go? I sat through this for no reason? All I had to do was choose where to go! James asked, his tone showing the loss of control.
Well, normally I'd choose, but you would fit into any of the houses… the hat trailed off.
The boy growled out loud before threatening, If you were human I would have drained every drop of your blood by now, stupid hat! There was a small pause before the teen added, Put me in one of my father's houses.
"Gryffindor," the hat roared to the school. Without a word the vampire stood up and tossed the hat back onto the stool, none to gently. He was angry and he was extremely hungry. Slowly, attempting to wipe the scowl off his face, his feet took him to the small scattered applause from the red and gold table.
With a wide smile he sat down between a girl that looked to be his age and a shaking first year. With a wide grin, the teen turned to the first year and smiled, fangs barred. "So, where are you from?" he asked casually, eyes glued to the young boy's neck. The boy promptly fainted and fell off the bench. The smile replaced with a happy smirk, the boy turned to look at the plates in front of him.
"Don't torture the first years," he was scolded by the girl next to him. Putting on a fake pout he turned, "But all I did was asking him where he was from."
Bushy brown hair bounced as the girl shook her head, "And stared at his neck with your fangs out. Now be nice to them."
Pouting even further, the teenager turned to his eyes back to the plates in front of him. His brown eyes started to turn green as he stared at the plates. They were covered with steaks, and fish, and salads, and soups. Moaning, he turned to the teacher's table where he called to his parents, "Where's my dinner? I haven't eaten in days!"
Raising an eyebrow, Remus called back, "You ate an hour ago, when we went hunting."
"But you tortured me beyond belief on the trip to get here," James whined with the biggest puppy eyes anyone had ever seen.
"If anyone tortured anyone, it was the other way around, James," Surius interrupted.
"No, you made me travel during the day, you wouldn't let me hunt in that mortal village in Africa, you took my bunny away!" the boy continued to whine.
"You turned the rabit!" Remus called back in annoyance.
"And then the two of you had it for dinner! Cooked, none the less!" the vampire fought back.
With a sigh, a small package was pulled out of Surius's robe pocket and enlarged it before levitating it to his son, "Your lord, told us to give this to you when you got too hungry."
Snatching the package out of the air, the vampire quickly opened the box, the smell of blood radiating from the package. He let out a whoop of delight as his eyes caught sight of what was inside; a bottle of blood from the Lord himself, an extremely unhappy snake, and the head of the latest rouge vampire. "He loves me! He really really loves me!" the boy shouted as he let the snake crawl up his arm and he looked over the vampire's head much to the disgust of those sitting around him.
A/N: W00t! Let me know what you think! Hope y'all liked it!