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Chapter 5- Interruption
The following evening, Dracula was still unable to let go of the whole "pizza fiasco." Harry stared determinedly down at his food, trying his best to tune out the evil vampire lecturing on why the topping covered meal should never have been invented. He only stopped when he noticed Harry making a face on his plate.
"Weren't you taught to not play with your food and to pay attention when someone older is speaking to you?" Dracula huffed.
"Weren't you taught to let the little things go?" Harry shot back. Then, remembering the life story that the dark prince had shared with him, he laughed. "No, I guess not."
This resulted in blessed silence from the Vampire King. Harry finished his plate quickly, just in case Dracula finally decided to get rid of his "guest," and stood to leave. Dracula turned his head deliberately away, as if he did not notice the Boy-Who-Lived leaving. Harry shook his head in exasperation and went to his room.
Once he was there, he pulled out the journal Dracula had given him--forgotten for a time--and opened it. Taking out a quill and some ink, Harry ran the tip of the feather against his bottom lip, trying to think on what exactly to write. Finally, he dipped the quill and began:
Dear Journal,
I've still yet to see any sense in Dumbledore's decision to put me here. I'm still alive and a human, so that's a plus. He gave me a tour last night of the castle, so he must trust me to some measure. I have no idea why that seems so important to me, but it does. I guess it's because that, while I'm here, my life is in his hands.
Overall, I can't complain. The food's good. Much better than Aunt Petunia's cooking. Of course, it doesn't beat Hogwarts's food, but that's partially because every so often I can't help but wonder who--or what--is making this meal. I'm willing to stake--no pun intended--my life on it that it isn't a house elf.
Harry picked up his quill, thinking on how to end this entry, when a loud crash above his head took his thoughts from the paper. He waited, listening to see if the crash had been just a one time thing. Perhaps something had fallen? However, when another loud crash sounded, Harry threw down the quill and bolted from his bedroom to the throne room.
There, with his back to Harry, was Dracula, his hand extended palm up.
"Wait! Just listen to me!" he said.
Standing across from him, sword unsheathed, was a fair-featured man with long, blond hair and dressed very much in the same fashion that Dracula was.
"Alucard, listen to me!" Dracula hissed.
"What lows you have sunk to, Father! Kidnapping this young boy from his home, and to what evil purpose?" the man replied.
"But I haven't been kidnapped!" Harry said, finding it momentarily unbelievable that he was actually coming to Dracula's defense.
Alucard's eyes blazed. Glaring upon his father, he snarled.
"What horrible torture have you put him through, to make him believe such a thing!"
"He speaks the truth, Son!" Dracula said, pulling no weapon against his son.
Alucard opened his mouth to reply, when suddenly Harry felt himself being pushed aside. Stumbling in the room was a man with short, dark hair and a whip at his side. He was breathing heavily.
"Wait!" he huffed. "Truth! Note!"
"Did he run up all those stairs?" Harry asked.
"Apparently," Dracula responded. Then, to himself, he muttered, "Stupid Belmont."
The Belmont stumbled over to Alucard and shoved a slip of parchment into his hand. Alucard, bewildered, began to read it. Meanwhile, the Belmont sat--collapsed--on the floor, catching his breath.
"He can't be entirely stupid. After all, he ran all this way to make sure you didn't get your ass kicked…again," Harry said, glancing sideways at Dracula, who shrugged in response.
Harry walked over to the Belmont. Bending over to talk face-to-face with him, he asked, "Can I get you some water or something?"
The Belmont shook his head, smiling. "No…thanks….I'm…fine….Lot of…stairs."
Alucard looked up from the note, still bewildered, if not more so. He sheathed his sword and handed the note back to the Belmont.
"I beg your forgiveness, Father. I was not made aware of the full situation," he said.
Dracula smiled. "That's quite okay. Will you be staying, my son? It's been such a long time since you've visited me."
Alucard looked for a moment as if he was going to say "yes." Then, glancing over at the Belmont still gasping for air, he replied, "I think not. I believe I will help this poor soul home."
"Very well. Good evening. I trust you know the way out?"
Alucard hoisted the Belmont onto his feet, one of his arms around his shoulders.
"Yes. Farewell."
Once they had left the throne room, Harry looked back at Dracula, who had taken a seat on his throne.
"Is it always like that around here?" he asked.
The Vampire King sighed and said, "No. Actually, things are more routine that that."
End Notes: Okay, what did you think? I know, that was all kind of--if not completely--random. However, it is my belief that comedy can be random. Anyhow, please review!
