A/N: This story is nearing to a close people! But there will be a sequel to it. Thirty chapters to an end! Anyways… Here is the Twenty-seventh chapter and we're counting down. So yeah. The next story will have the same characters and such… It's just that I want to take it away from Hogwarts school…

Chapter Twenty-Seven

The eight of them had exited the club long ago. They were all fed and their usually cold limbs were warm with the fresh blood. There had been a lot of muggles in the Black Widow that night so they decided it would be safer to feed there, where they were safe from the outside world. Hermione sighed.

"I think we're entering a new chapter in this demented story," she said quietly after a moment. Grunts of agreement came from the boys, and the girls merely nodded.

"What do you suppose is going to happen next?" Pansy asked thoughtfully.

"What do you think?" Draco asked, his hands in his trench coat pockets. "That little attack the Dark Lord ordered on us was the first steps towards starting a war. The way I see it, he wanted to take out Elder's most powerful fledglings… At least I think we have more of an advantage than the others."

"Because we have magic sticks?" Ron asked sarcastically.

"Yes," Draco replied reasonably. "You scared Weasel?"

"No," Ron said. "Just worried as I always am when I hear that Voldemort is on the rise again."

Everybody looked at him surprised. He'd actually said their dark foe's name aloud. He merely shrugged and walked on.

"Do you think what that crazy old bat said was true?" he asked after a short pause.

"Micah?" Jesamya asked. Ron nodded.

"Well," Hermione said. "If Elder really is the 'wicked one' then I think we have a bit of a problem, since he'll be the one leading us into battle."

"He's always been loyal to his troops," Jesamya said. "He's never left a soldier behind."

"Yes but what if he's doing it for his own ends?" Harry asked.

"It's better not to question your leader Harry," Jesamya said sounding tired. "You've got to trust him if you want to bring down Voldemort. At least for the time being. And if he turns out being untrue then you can look into your suspicions."

"I hope there isn't a war any time soon," Pansy said, holding onto Crabbe and Goyle's arms.

"What ever will be, will be," Crabbe said to her.

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The morning that followed was a slightly uncomfortable one. A change had come over the school. News had gotten out about the mini clan that now stalked Hogwarts by night. Of course there were a lot of rumors mixed in with the truth, but most people knew what was going on.

That morning when the Slytherin vamps entered the Great Hall a hush fell over the people as they walked inside. The Gryffindor Trio entered shortly after them and the murmurs began. Lots of whispers about traitors.

A lot of talk was going on that Potter only wanted more power and that's why he was now a vampire as well. Draco Malfoy was in ranks with the Dark Lord. And since Harry was hanging out with him, so was he.

"So they finally got to you Potter? And you managed to get all of your friends to come along for the ride!" Someone yelled from across the Great Hall. The teachers seemed to be a bit confused, even though they had noticed a change in their students lately. In their appearance and behavior. Even Miss Granger had seemed a bit restless these days. Her mind was always on something else, even though she managed to keep up with her schoolwork.

"How is it they always manage to turn things around on me?" Harry asked. "I'm a vampire… and suddenly I'm also a Death Eater."

He felt someone pat him on the back and he turned to find Draco behind him.

"Don't worry about it. If you don't let it faze you it will unnerve them. Besides, why would you need these twats anyway?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.

Harry nodded his jaw set and determined.

"Welcome to the jungle," Ron said quietly.

The trio went and sat down, and everybody moved away from them, leaving them to sit at the edge of the table all by themselves. Harry didn't mind all that much, because he wasn't alone in this. He had his two best friends, and surprisingly, some new ones. Sometimes he found he envied Draco. He was so careless when it came to the other people around him. He had a: This is what I'm doing now, so deal with it, kind of attitude. He always managed to get the people to flock to him.

Over at the Slytherin table Draco was as cheery as ever. He had his cronies and two very attractive girls at his side. What more could he ask for? Besides, he had realized the ones he had with him now had been with him from the start. Of course Jesamya was new, but Pansy and his two boys. They had never deserted him, even when he was making an ass of himself. And Blaise never really was his friend, the little back stabber.

Of course, just as he suspected he played it cool and the Slytherins were unnerved again. He hadn't done anything wrong. Potter had just finally taken him up on his offer in first year. Sadly, Potter came with a muggle lover, and an ex mudblood. But when Draco really thought about it, he didn't see the three of them as a nuisance any longer. They were real. Unlike his housemates.

In his opinion, those ass holes could like him, or they could love him, but in the end everything stayed the same.

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In potions that day, the eight of them sat near to each other, no longer trying to hide anything. Why hide it when they could use it to their advantage?

"I would say we're an intimidating group," Draco had told them as they walked through the halls. A swirl of black robes and pale skin. "The biggest problem they have with us right now is that they fear us. Don't you see it?"

"And they also think we're all Death Eaters," Harry added darkly.

Draco spun around and lifted the sleeve of his robe to his left arm.

"No dark mark there," he said with a smirk. He then flashed it to the people in the hall. "No dark mark here, no dark mark there, no dark mark anywhere!" he sang.

Some people looked surprised, while others merely rolled their eyes or glared.

"They have no proof," Draco said turning to face his companions again. "Let them assume! Let them do whatever they like. Why should we care when we've got the whole world in our hands?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Must you be so loud ferret?" she asked even though she wasn't really angry.

"Tis in my nature to be loud, Miss Granger," he said with a smirk. She looked away smiling, so he wouldn't see.

They entered the dungeons and quickly grabbed seats together. When the rest of the class entered they came in to find Draco lounging with his feet up, and the rest chatting together about careless things.

"How's the Death Eater life Potter?" came a silky voice from behind him. Blaise was there, standing behind him. "Even though I know that's not really what you're up to."

"Sod off," Draco said, standing up threateningly. Blaise was the only one he wouldn't act care free around.

"What's got your knickers in a bunch?" Blaise asked loudly, a nasty smirk on his lips. People paused to watch the confrontation.

"I can break you in half Blaise Zabini," Draco snarled, not caring who was watching. "Literally."

"Ah but the question is, are you man enough to do it?" Blaise challenged.

"You don't want to be pushing me, Zabini," Draco whispered. "You'll be very sorry that you did."

"Prove it," Blaise hissed. At that Draco grabbed him by his robe collar and lifted him up into the air. Everyone gasped as the dungeon door flew open.

"What is the meaning of this?" came a horrible and all too familiar boom. Draco turned to see Snape framed in the doorway. One of Blaise's shoes fell from his foot and landed on the floor with a thump.

Draco dropped Blaise, and he fell to the ground with an even louder thump.

"He egged me on," Draco said simply. He then took his seat, leaving Snape quite perturbed. Why, these boys were best friends! Why were they fighting in such a manner and why was the Golden Trio sitting next to Draco Malfoy and his friends? Snape had missed breakfast and the news of the vampire clan. He had a feeling there was something he didn't know.

"Fifty points each from Slytherin," he whispered. "For disorderly conduct."

This put Snape in a really foul mood and he was just daring someone to try his patience further.

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"I think you should've crushed his skull," Crabbe muttered after class had ended. The Golden Trio had said their good byes and went up to their common room to do homework and study.

"I would've if I hadn't of been so crudely interrupted by the Professor," Draco hissed venomously. "I would've sent Zabini straight into hell, pulled him out, and then sent him down again."

Pansy sighed, holding onto his arm, even though she was still angry with him.

"Don't let him get to you," she whispered against his shoulder. "He's only upset because you refused to turn him."

"How did you know about that?" Draco asked.

"I read his thoughts," she said. "Why didn't you tell me that had happened? He has no right trying to black mail you into making him one of us! I'm glad you didn't… He's the most unworthy being there is."

Draco nodded. "I think we're in trouble…"

"What do you mean?" Goyle asked.

"I don't think he was just threatening. I believe that he's told someone…"

"Like who?" Jesamya asked.

"Like my father. He would've told Voldemort himself if he had access to him. So he picked the next best thing," Draco muttered. "I saw it in his eyes."

A/N: Mkay. Here it is people. Remember to review!