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The moment the Weasley's owl came to the house with a letter from Connie requesting a conference call in the middle of the night, Mihnea was concerned. The only thing she'd been told to call home for was to tell them what time to meet her and her little buddies at Diagon Alley. That wasn't exactly the sort of thing everyone in the family had to be told, so something important must have happened. Depending on what it was, he was preparing himself for the possibility of having to maim and torture a Weasley. The adults were just as confused. Everyone gathered in aunt Integra's office and once Connie's call came through, the knight put the phone on speaker so everyone could hear it.

"What's this about Connie?" she asked pointedly.

Constance's voice came on the line and it was immediately apparent she was hiding something. Her tone was too happy and friendly. "I just wanted to let you and dad know about the classes I picked to make sure you were okay with them."

Edmund arched a brow. "You're where people can hear you?"

"Yes sir, I'm going to take Arithmancy." she said with a sigh. "I figured you would want me to..." she paused for a moment, as if checking on something, then let out a long whoosh of air. "Sorry about that. I had to wait until the wards were up to make sure no one could hear anything. The walls are thin here."

"Now that you're sure no one can listen in on the conversation, what's going on?" Integra asked again. "I assume since you asked everyone to be present for this, it's something important."

"It is." the girl replied. "It's a couple of things, actually." she took a deep breath. "I... um... told George. About us."

The vampires glanced amongst themselves while the humans at the table stared at the phone.

"You told George." Edmund repeated.

"Well, I was backed into a corner and I didn't really have much choice." she said. "Mr. Weasley came home and talked about that meeting mom and aunt Syn went to at the Ministry. He made it sound like he was impressed and he seemed to like you, but Mrs. Weasley... she doesn't know anything but what she's heard from other people, so she made some... ignorant comments I couldn't stand listening to. I made out like I was sick so I could leave the table. No one else thought it was strange, but George followed me and asked what was going on. I couldn't come up with a good enough excuse, so I told him."

Syn furrowed her brows. "How much did you tell him?"

"Um..." she began, making it sound like she was nervous. "Everything except Mihnea being half vampire?"

That was a hell of a lot, then. Mihnea's eyes narrowed. "So Weasley knows my mom is a Newsom." he said, making a statement rather than a question.

"Yes, George knows your mom is a Newsom." she said with a sniff. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't get around it. You were the one who said you can't keep big secrets from people you're dating for very long. With the way things are going, everyone is going to find out eventually. He just happened to be the first. He said he didn't care, that none of it bothered him, and he swore to keep it a secret."

Mihnea had said that, hadn't he? Even if she hadn't told George anything about him specifically, he probably would have figured it out. Since he and Connie were cousins, it wouldn't be that difficult to put the pieces together. The boy didn't particularly like being outed, but at least she hadn't said anything about what he was.

Integra took a breath and studied the phone, almost like she could see her daughter through the connection. "What's done is done." she said. "But I sincerely hope you know what you're doing, Constance. You know how bad things will be for the two of you if he betrays you to someone."

"He wont." she said firmly. "He promised to keep it just between the two of us. He hasn't even told Fred, and that's saying something. I trust him completely."

Mihnea quirked a brow. He had to admit that was an impressive feat. The twins were inseparable. There was nothing the two of them didn't share – including information about things they did individually. For George to not tell his twin something he knew was an enormous display of respect for Connie's wishes. There were still plenty of things about Weasley he wasn't sure about, but that one small thing made him think better of him. He glanced around.

"That is pretty big." he admitted out loud. "The twins tell each other everything."

Uncle Edmund studied him for a moment, then glanced back at the phone sitting in the middle of the desk. "Alright, what's the other thing you needed to tell us?"

"You guys wanted to know if anything unusual was going on in the magical world." Constance reminded them. "I found something. Well, George did actually, but I told him to let me know if anything weird was going on, so he told me about it."

Everyone sat forward in interest. "What iz eet?" Pip asked.

"Well, first of all, Harry left his house about a week ago after accidentally casting a spell on his aunt to make her blow up like a balloon and float off somewhere. He's staying at the Leaky Cauldron until we get there to buy supplies. The Weasleys are going to bring him home to stay with them until school starts." the girl informed them. "But the moment Harry got to Diagon Alley, the owners of the Leaky Cauldron were waiting for him and had a room ready – like they knew he was coming. Fudge showed up and told Harry that they'd found his aunt, removed the spell she'd been under, then obliviated her so she wouldn't remember anything. Harry's letter made it sound like Fudge thought it wasn't worth punishing him over."

Mihnea's brows furrowed. "How did Potter 'accidentally' cast a spell on his aunt?"

"I didn't get all the details, but it was something about the woman calling his mother a 'defective bitch'." she replied. "Harry got pissed about it and lost control."

Ah. Well, if that was the case, then the woman fully deserved whatever she got in Mihnea's opinion. You didn't go around insulting someone's mother. "But the Ministry always makes a huge deal about underage wizards using magic if it's not a life or death situation."

"Exactly." she said. "They're covering up for him, and everyone here thought it was really odd. Then tonight when Mr. Weasley came home from work, he pulled Mrs. Weasley off to talk to her about something where the rest of us couldn't hear it. Fred and George have invented these things called extendable ears, so they decided to test them..."

"Extendable ears?" Edmund questioned, looking interested.

"Oh, it's a listening device." Connie explained. "They look just like human ears. You keep one with you, then stick the other in or near the room you want to listen in on. The hidden ear goes invisible so no one can see it and while it's activated you can hear everything that's going on around it."

Constance's dad blinked, then glanced at Syn. "That's... actually a brilliant idea. If they're made with magic, no technology would be able to pick up on them."

"I told you they were smart." Connie said. "Anyway, Fred and George were testing them out to make sure they were working right and they picked up on the conversation Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were having. Apparently, one of Voldemort's followers has escaped from Azkaban prison. A man named Sirius Black. Mr. Weasley said the Minister is afraid they may have made a mistake by not being more forceful in that meeting with you. Fudge believes that now that there's a dark wizard who is known for being a supporter of Voldemort on the loose, he's going to stir up the vampires and have them attack more muggles than they already have been."

Seras' eyes went wide and she leaned toward the phone. "Do you think the Ministry is going to ignore our agreement with them and start sending aurors out again?"

"I have no idea. George said his dad didn't say anything about that." Constance said. "They sort of... figured out the twins were listening in after that, so they didn't hear much else. All I know is that the Ministry is saying that because Harry was the one who wound up defeating Voldemort when that curse backfired, Black is going to hunt him down to get revenge. They're going to send the dementors from Azkaban to guard the school in case this guy shows up there looking for him."

"Dementors!" Mihnea questioned, shocked. "They can't do that can they?"

"I imagine that Fudge can do just about anything he wants if there's a mass murderer on the loose." Constance replied.

Aunt Integra frowned. "What are dementors?"

"They're dark creatures who look like skeletons wrapped in black shrouds." Uncle Ed told her. "Muggles can't see them. They feed on all the good, happy memories a person has. Just being near one will send most people into a depression so severe they're not able to do much more than sit and stare at the wall. That's probably why they use them as prison guards."

"The magical world uses them for executions too." Mihnea piped up. "The worst criminals are sentenced to the 'dementor's kiss'. They clamp down on your mouth and suck the soul right out of you. I've heard people who watch it have nightmares about it for weeks afterward."

"And the Ministry is going to send them to the school?" Syn asked, looking horrified. "Those things attack anything that gets in their way. They aren't capable of distinguishing between different sorts of people. The goddamn dementors are more likely to kill a student than a serial killer who has to fight his way through the protective spells around the castle!"

"That's why I thought you'd want to know about it before we got there." Connie told them. "I don't know what the details are, but surely Dumbledore will make restrictions so they can't get to the parts of the school the students use all the time. Is there any way to fight a dementor if it tries to attack you?"

"Wizards and witches would use a patronus." Edmund replied. "They work for short amounts of time, but they'd eventually be drained of energy. There's a form of white sorcery that's much more powerful than a patronus, but it will take some time to learn it. You'll have to start practicing the second you get home."

That gave Mihnea pause. He had a lot of skill in the sorcery his mother taught him, but pure white sorcery was beyond his abilities. It had something to do with having the blood of a dark creature running through his veins. Knowing he'd have to be near dementors made him incredibly nervous. The more violent and painful the memories a person possessed, the more dementors were attracted to them. If they sensed him anywhere near them, he had no doubt they would find him an enticing subject to chase after.

The boy cleared his throat. "What would I do about them then?"

His mother looked at him, understanding his meaning. "You'll have to use a different strategy. Since you can't use white magic to block them, you'll have to do something to terrify them into leaving you alone."

And just how in the hell were you supposed to 'terrify' a dementor? With those creatures being the way they were, it didn't seem possible. He noticed his mom and dad were looking at each other. He recognized the expressions they both wore. Being a mated pair gave them the ability to have mental conversations with each other. It was weird, being around them when they did that, because you could never tell exactly what they were talking about. Finally, after a few moments of watching their unspoken conversation, Alucard's lips pulled into a wide grin.

"It appears that it's time for me to teach you to learn how to summon your familiar." the vampire told him.

The boy's eyes widened considerably. His father was going to teach him how to summon his familiar? He'd always made it sound like a complex thing that took ages to learn. It was a vampiric talent that only members of Alucard's bloodline could perform.

"You really think I'll be able to do that?" he questioned carefully.

The vampire narrowed his eyes. "You're my son. Your self-doubt is the only thing that will prevent you from summoning one."

Mihnea winced. He hated it when his dad did that to him. Learning how to use shadows and mental manipulation was one thing. Pulling a familiar out of himself was something completely different. He'd have to be able to find the damn thing, let it loose, then control it. The thought was... intimidating.

"But... how could I use it?" he asked. "I wouldn't be able to summon it up if there are any people around to see..."

His mother cleared her throat. "Dementors are selfish creatures. They know better than to attack something more powerful than them. Since you've never summoned your familiar before, it remains dormant. Asleep, so to speak. Once your familiar has been awakened, you wont have to actually summon it out unless there's a whole hoard of them. They would be able to sense it's presence within you and leave you alone."

He supposed that made sense, but he still wasn't sure what to make of it. But... if his father believed he could do it, then maybe he could. And if it was the only way to have some sort of protection from the dementors, then he needed to learn it. Mihnea just hoped it wouldn't take forever for him to master the skill.

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