It was Draco's time to get ready for Hogwarts. He hadn't slept all night. Ever since HE took residence up at Malfoy Manor, all he could feel was fear. Fear for himself, his family, and his future. Draco twitched at every turn, jumpy for any sound.

The Malfoy line was nearly spent, with grave infertility. With HIM in power, he had no chance of finding a suitable wife. They were all low fertility. The only exception to this was the Weasleys, who have a deep blood feud with the Malfoys. Plus they were blood traitors, and soon to be thrown to new lows in society.

Draco had no friends at Hogwarts, just goons, waiting in line. In fact, he was to meet one of his goons, Goyle, in the carriage that was to take him to the Hogwarts Express.

A secret that he hid from everyone, was that the Malfoys could, or at least in the past, give birth. But not as wizards, as vampires. Vampires were seen as less than beasts. Feral animals who lived their life slowly turning into a mortal bat, where they feasted on the flesh of the living like fleas, before their own feeding deteriorated them into bats, where they lost all soul.

But the Malfoys were different. They kept their magic and their humanity, their grace and beauty. Vampirism was more a dark curse than a damnation. His father was a vampire that turned his mother into one. And together through the Malfoy line they gave birth to him, a born vampire. His father had to do centuries of wife searching to find one that was fertile enough for him.

Draco knew, that as vampires, his father was doomed to damnation, but as a demon prince, not as an animal bat. One way or the other, some hero will vanquish him, leaving Draco all alone to continue the purest of pure lines: a wizard cursed with vampirism. With eternal beauty and ageing grace.

Only the Dark Lord knew of their secret, and respected them as much as he would threaten to disintegrate them, sending them to Hell to join the other Lords of the High Council in their plots against humanity.

They were part of the Council. A Council that hadn't met in over four hundred years, as their numbers have depleted so. And all because of one reason: fertility.

Draco needed a wife, and all the more as he was getting the suspicion that his father and mother will not be long for this world.

For Draco had heard the screams, when the Dark Lord was furious over the destruction of some diary with basilisk venom. Draco had over heard HIM tell his parents that if the war is not won by the next leap year, they will be disintegrated by HIM.

So Draco paced back and forth, waiting for the carriage of his goons. The filthy muggle blood wine taste still lingering on his mouth.

Soon the carriage arrived, and Draco hoped in, greeting Goyle. "How was your break" Draco asked for the necessities.

"Fine". It seemed that one word responses was the only thing that Goyle was capable of. Draco sneered, and spent the rest of the trip looking out of the window at the passing trees and plants.

Soon they arrived at the Hogwarts express. There was no house elf to help with the loading, and so Goyle did all the loading himself. Draco delegated.

Arriving in the train, they searched the Hogwarts Express until they found Crabbe, Pansy, and Theodore. "Good evening" said Draco "how were your summer breaks."

Crabbe just stood there like the idiot he was, while Pansy went on complaining about quality of the desserts at her Sunday dinners "the tarts were inedible. I could still taste the bitterness. The powdered sugar did nothing for me, and I suspect that the chocolate was past expiry, as it tasted too bitter. Not sweet at all.

But the eclairs. They were like eating dog shit..." Draco peered over at her. There was no hope of her being a good wife, but that was the direction he was being pushed. The Dark Lord wanted to experiment on his line, and was pushing the marriage between him and Pansy for genetic reasons. He, Draco Malfoy, was to become like a bunch of peas, mated together across generations for the Dark Lords Mendelian research.

He hated Pansy as much as he feared the Dark Lord.

Draco turned around and left the compartment, Crabbe and Goyle following along. It was time to find Potter. Potter, the crux of the matter. He could save him from the Dark Lord, or be the cause of his parents disintegration. Everything always ended up to Potter.

Searching the compartments, he finally found the one where Potter was in. He was talking to his mudblood, and the blood traitor Weasley.

"Hello, Scar Head" he said, 'still slumming with the..." Draco was momentarily taken off guard by the infernality of a blonde haired woman sitting in front of Harry. For a second, Draco could imagine her, sitting in a gothic cathedral, a dead priest's blood flowing like wine down the floor, collecting in blood wine barrels, and a sadistic glint in her eyes as she cheers "to the Christ, may his followers blood sustain us as he sustained his followers."

But that flash back, or flash forward, was short lived. Very short lived. But now all Draco can see when he sees the innocent face of the girl is her toast. Draco didn't know what to do, on one hand he wanted to flee, while on the other he wanted to build a church and to attract muggles, and maybe even wizards to join a priesthood, like wild boars domesticated. But one thing was certain; this girl had made an impression.

"What do you want, Malfoy" asked Ron.

Draco sneered. "I do hope that there isn't two mudbloods in this compartment."

Hermione shot up in anger, while Harry started to calm down the group. "Now Now, I think Draco just wants to know who Luna is. Draco, this is Luna Lovegood."

"Lovegood, I have heard that name. It is spoken with not a lot of respect, but I have heard of it."

"Its the snorkacks. They have been defaming us Lovegoods for decades, ever since my father discovered their nest in Sweden."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I see" said Draco.

The train then jolted forward, and Draco hastily exited the compartment, with his goons following suite.