Faith - I love the idea of someone enjoying this so much that they scream incoherently. Glad you are loving this!

You - yeah, I didn't know it wasn't in crossovers til you told me. As for the weekly updates... yeah, it is really tough to maintain! Some weeks it is literally finished five minutes before it's uploaded, sometimes I stare at a blank editor wishing for words even though I know exactly what I want to convey, but my brain isn't doing the wording.

You always know someone hasn't seen all of Young Dracula when they inbox me asking where I got the idea to make Vlad a half-human...

-YDHP-

"Are you serious?"

"Deadly."

"You think I'd have two of you smelly, vile creatures in one room if it weren't important?"

Ingrid was leant against the table she worked at, examining the information in the book rather than look over at Remus.

"I'm assuming Greyback turned him too?"

"You could ask him yourself Ingrid."

"Hush. Busy. Answer."

"Yes, Greyback turned me."

Remus didn't seem put out by Ingrid's attitude, but then he only had eyes for Harry. Harry had a childish urge to hug his werewolf godfather, though he knew he barely knew the man.

"Good. Because we need the blood of your Alpha if you were turned by a born, or if you were turned by a bitten we need the blood of that one. Saves the trip if you were both turned by the same wolf."

Harry's stomach dropped. That had only one logical step in acquiring it. He wanted to save his brother, and Remus, from the affliction. Remus had aged five years in one, the toll of his condition clear.

But he didn't want to send Vlad back to Riddle.

"Who was Greyback turned by, I wonder."

Draco was leant over the book with Ingrid, their distaste for each others scent not halting their work.

"The size of him, I'm banking on him being turned by a pureblood born."

"Is there a chance this cure is dangerous?"

"Obviously. This books older than my dad, and written by vampires who wouldn't have cared if it did kill them. But since bitten wolves are more feral and less controllable, this batty old alchemist captured a dozen all turned by either the same Alpha or each other, and started playing with cures. She wrote this book."

"Only a dozen?"

"Most bitten wolves are also wizards and witches. Breathers don't often survive the bite, assuming they don't just get eaten."

Remus chewed his lip, a remnant of his habit of chewing quills Harry had seen in the photo albums he had from the Marauders school days.

"Then you're testing it on me first. I've not got five years without it. Draco has at least thirty, longer if he's always on Wolfsbane."

Harry didn't know the man well enough to account for the tug in his chest at the idea of losing him.

"Remus..."

"You know I won't turn you down. The problem is... we need someone who's not a biter or mongrel to brew this. It contains everyone's favourite ingredient..."

Harry finished Ingrid's sentence.

"Transylvanian Wolfsbane."

"Bingo. This is all speculation until my little brother drains the mutt who bit you two "

Remus furrowed his brow, looking at Ingrid pensively.

"Why Vlad?"

"You might say he has... access."

"Access to Fenrir Greyback? What is he, a death eater now?"

Harry hesitated just a little too long, and Remus' quick mind leapt to the wrong conclusion about a right fact.

"Harry..."

"It's a very, very long story."

"You think Harry would still date him if he really had turned?"

"Ingrid!"

"What? The only reason he doesn't know yet is that you showered this morning."

Harry buried his face in his hands, listening to Ingrid casually disperse information to Remus because she could, because she knew Remus couldn't do a thing with the information - he was in hiding with Sirius.

"So... you and he-"

"Well you knew, didn't you?"

"He told you about that?"

"Yeah. But he also said he doesn't hold resentment, because you were misguided but looking out for me. And he has me now, so Vlad's happy with that."

"And you're happy with him?"

"Disgustingly so. It's gross, it really is."

Rolling his eyes, Harry still found himself smiling fondly toward Ingrid.

"Thanks Ingrid. Yes Remus, I am. I love him, he loves me. And he would literally die for me, he's tried to before."

It rolled off his tongue easily, naturally. Vlad was such an absolute, the other half of him and Harry didn't struggle with that at all anymore. He had been scared it would be too much, too intense, but it wasn't. It was easy.

"Well... I'm happy for you."

"Thank you Remus. Really, I mean that."

The older werewolf smiled, showing the lines on his face but the happiness seemed pretty genuine.

"Sirius can get hold of the Wolfsbane for you, since that strain isn't something you can just buy in any old store."

"Good. Assuming Vlad doesn't talk him to death asking about the Fidelius charm."

Ingrid finished making her notes from the book, pinning the information up on the wall to avoid it being splashed by ingredients. The book was closed and put up on the bookshelf, a marker sticking from the top of the chapter the cure was in.

"Better go talk to Vlad."

They all headed out, finding a frazzled looking Sirius and Vlad with ink stains on his fingers and a parchment sheet crammed with his messy, rushed writing. At the bottom was a more neat script, something Latin and complex with what looked like Arithmancy homework all around it. Harry assumed that was the actual incantation.

"So... we think we have the cure sussed."

Vlad twisted in his seat, pausing to look at Harry with a smile before turning eyes to his sister.

"I hear a but coming."

"We need their sires blood."

"Meaning... Fenrir Greyback. Peachy. I can't go back so soon, Riddle will get suspicious."

"It's too close to the full anyway, there's a specific time in the cycle it needs to be administered."

"I'll swing by the Death Star after the moon. I don't want to tangle with Greyback this close to his transformation if I don't have to. He reeks. Worse than you two together."

He indicated Draco and Remus, then mimed holding his nose.

"Cheers Vlad. You don't exactly smell pretty yourself."

"Hey, I'm going to risk my life so you stop howling at the moon. I get to insult you."

Harry felt the dread come back, even though he knew realistically Vlad had to keep up appearances with Riddle regardless.

"Fine."

Draco pouted petulantly, crossing his arms until Hermione gave him the look.

"What's my time frame Ingrid? How long will the brew take, when do you need blood by to ensure the lunar cycle is right?"

Ingrid flicked through her notes, words more disjointed and distracted than usual for her, the vampiress generally clear spoken even when she wasn't paying a whole lot of attention.

"Three days brewing before the blood gets added to stew the Wolfsbane... needs to be done on the very mid point of the cycle. So... thirteen days."

"Let's hope that's a lucky number. Least Riddle won't question me picking a fight with the mongrel."

Sirius had been watching the whole interaction with ever-growing confusion, finally clicking.

"Are you saying you spend time with V- with you know who?"

"He thinks I'm a death eater. I have to."

Sirius immediately looked to Vlad's distinctly bare forearms. Rolling his eyes, Vlad unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open, revealing scar and brand with a sigh.

"I'm getting real sick of having to strip all the time."

He shrugged the shirt back on, waiting for the explosion.

"Harry! He's... he's..."

"My boyfriend and I trust him. I'm not asking you to trust him Sirius... but I'm asking you to trust me."

Vlad practically lit up when Harry grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together and feeling his hand tingle in recognition of the vampire.

"Your b- hang on, you're gay? I can't believe it!"

Harry shrugged, squeezing Vlad's hand.

"I'm with Vlad. I don't really care if that makes me gay... he makes me happy."

"He's a vampire."

"I'm aware."

Sirius seemed to deflate, then looked behind him to Remus, communicating silently, then back at the two teenagers.

"Guess you two are pretty set. He makes you happy?"

"He does."

Vlad squeezed his hand, smile playing along the edge of his mouth.

"Not much more I can ask for. I'm watching you Dracula."

"That's creepy, I'm too young for you."

Everyone snickered lightly as Sirius took on a look of confusion, then shook it off. In a rather dog like manner.

"Fair point. So... you're playing a death eater but-"

"I'm on Harry's side. Always Harry's side. I couldn't go against him if I wanted to, but I'll never want to."

Sirius nodded, eyes still fixing on the spot Vlad's brand resided.

"Then why?"

"Voldemort wanted to recruit me. He was willing to go to pretty extreme lengths to do so, and that meant I could assure the safety of my friends and family. Journeyed to the dark side and all I got was this ugly tattoo."

Being around Remus Lupin and Sirius Black was uncomfortable at best for Vlad, with their suspicions and their questions. But... they were important to Harry, a link to the parents he no longer had. Vlad couldn't bedrudge him that if he wanted to, especially having recently found his own shiny new parent.

"So how will this work?"

Leaving Harry to spend time with his godfathers while they were visiting, Vlad sat to explain the mechanics of the Fidelius charm to his mother.

"Basically... Yaxley could have his face pressed against your living room window and not see you in there. The secret is tied to me and me alone."

"But how will I be able to invite people over?"

"I'll write you some special notes that let you let people in, but they'll only work from me as the secret keeper. There will also be special alarm charms around your house to warn if someone magical is close by, for which you use this to get away."

Vlad handed her the charm he picked, the white half of a yin yang symbol. He kept the black half for himself - the dark and the light, the balance Sally Giles offered him in his very DNA.

"It's password activated, all you need to do is touch it and say 'escape' and it'll bring you here, where nobody can get to you."

"Then what?"

"Then... we go from there. Honestly? I think I'm overdoing it, but I would rather be too sure than not sure enough. If Yaxley comes near you again, he won't get a third chance."

Sally turned the portkey charm over in her hands, then slid it over her neck to join the various beaded jewellery already there. George admired it, then beamed at Vlad. He liked being a big brother.

"And George?"

"Already has her necklace. Plus the twins" Vlad indicated the Weasley twins currently pestering Black and Lupin for prank ideas "are great at distractions. George will be safe at Hogwarts, I swear."

"I suppose if there was anybody I could trust to protect her, it's her big brother."

Vlad couldn't help but glow from the compliment, the trust his own mother placed in him.

"Thank you."

"So... when do we put all this into action?"

"Once I'm done studying this charm. There won't be any point doing it if it's even a little bit wrong, and it's not easy."

"Then... shouldn't you get someone older?"

Vlad shrugged, chewing his quill.

"Not to be vain, but there aren't many people more powerful than me that I've encountered. I would just feel better knowing it's my magic that protects you."

George listened in, eyes wide and round like saucers.

"Imagine what you'll be like after you get your second power spurt!"

"I try not to. Being a vampire, mine's due any day now rather than between sixteen and seventeen. Plus some vampires get a power boost on their eighteenth birthday... it's a daunting prospect. Maybe it's in the blood, since you're pretty powerful yourself George."

"I am?"

"Yep."

"Well, I am a Giles. Like you! Oh, I just realised something."

"Which is?"

George liberated some parchment from Vlad's pile of it, scrawling something along the parchment.

"Your old name is in your new name. Vl-Adam-Ir!"

"Huh. Never noticed that. Kinda cool."

Sally watched the two interact, something like relief in her eyes and Vlad understood it. The magic of finding each other could easily have burnt out if they didn't get along, if they were just too different but something about the three of them clicked. Vlad looked down at the notes, knowing he had a lot to study up on in between acquiring blood for a possible lycanthropy cure.

"I better get to studying this then."

"Yeah, mum wants to be back at work soon!"

Vlad chuckled, setting himself up with a few snacks and a glass of pumpkin juice while Ginny and George went out to play Quidditch, undoubtedly scaring the pants off Sally when she first saw them soar through the air on what was essentially a charmed piece of wood.

He felt Harry come closer, instincts recognising the presence of his mate as the wizard sank down in a seat next to him.

"How's the studying coming?"

"Not bad. Complicated spell, I'm honestly amazed Pettigrew had the magic to pull it off. Though I guess if he managed to become an animagus, he has some magical strength."

Vlad's own words sparked something in his head, remembering the occurrences that made him wonder about animagi and vampires. If he wasn't all biter, could his human half be capable of the transformation? Would he lose it transforming? Vlad wasn't sure his feelings about the form lurking beneath his skin, as it made virtually no sense for him to be.

But still the feeling haunted him. Burned away waiting to be realised, pushed him to crave fire in his veins, his life, even his food. Swallowing a little drool at the thought of adding hot sauce to everything at dinner, Vlad turned his mind back to Fidelius. There would be time to explore the rest when his mother was safe.

Harry's fingers crept along the table top, pretending to be sly about stealing one of Vlad's little cake-biscuit things the Malfoy elves had made. They were sweet and moreish, tasting of exotic fruits and leaving one happier than before they ate it regardless of the situation. Vlad left him to it, rather than remind him that Vlad would be hard-pushed to turn Harry down for anything.

Once he understood the equations that went into the inner workings of the spell (thank you Arithmancy) Vlad grasped the rest fairly easily, confident in his capability to perform the magic and protect his mothers home.

"I'll get hold of Bill tomorrow... you could be home in time for tea."

"Wait. You should take us. You never know if her home is being watched, this close to the full Remus is the best tracker on the planet."

Black and Lupin volunteered, leaving Vlad torn between not really enjoying their company and the valid point of someone possibly watching Sally from afar. Harry's wide green eyes would be Vlad's downfall, pleading and trusting.

"Fine, but you're staying outside the magic. It'll help me test the alarm charms. By the way, no wolf beats a biter."

His boyfriend kissed him in full view of everyone, practically melting Vlad on the spot as the world faded away, Weasley wolf-whistles and Ingrid pretending to vomit not even registering properly.

"Can you be disgusting elsewhere? Some of us are eating."

Harry turned to Ingrid, Vlad still searching for mental acuity in the haze kissing his mate left him in.

"You're not."

"I said some. Not me personally."

Rolling his eyes, Vlad couldn't help but laugh inwardly at the vaguely stunned looks on Black and Lupin's faces as their godson kissed the unlife out of his vampire boyfriend. It was good he stopped when he did... Vlad didn't really want any of the enhanced senses in the room to know exactly what sort of effect Harry's kisses usually had on him.

Almost as if on cue, Harry's stomach rumbled loudly. His appetite had stopped growing, and he no longer looked angry at the prospect of waiting more than five minutes for a meal, but with the size of him and his unique metabolism, Vlad suspected Harry would always have quite a healthy appetite.

With only a day until the full moon when they rose the next day, Draco was visibly agitated and it was surprising the Weasleys hadn't noticed his amber eyes or jumpy nature. Or perhaps they had, and chose not to verbalize it.

Bill Weasley popped into the Manor an hour after breakfast, a distinctive scent emanating from his clothes.

"Bill... have you been near a Veela by any chance?"

The redhead flushed, ears and neck red and cheeks glowing pink.

"Shh. I'm here on official business. Sort of. Let's roll."

Vlad gave him a 'really?' look, but concurred and they prepared to leave for the Giles home. Leaving Harry sucked, but Draco needed him more right now. Harry wouldn't come between Vlad and Ingrid, or Vlad and George, so he owed Harry the same courtesy to his brother. Whether by blood or by choice.

With any luck, Draco only had one, maybe two full moons to go before the cure potentially rid him of his affliction. Up close as they prepared to apparate, Vlad could see just how much worse Lupin looked.

"How do we know where we're going?"

"Drop your Occlumency barriers just a little, and I can use telepathy you the image I have from George. You two need to focus on home as much as possible, it'll help guide the magical signature. Once I'm there I can design a two way portkey instead."

Casting a longing look at his boyfriend, Vlad grabbed hold of George and Bill's hands. He focused as much as possible on the feel of George's mental image of home, felt the rather uncomfortable magic suck them in and shove them out the other side. Nobody was standing, but it looked as if nobody had been splinched either.

"You two go sweep outside, check for magical signatures and scents. Don't get caught will you?"

Both technically in hiding and/or on the run, Vlad knew it was possible they be recognised and arrested if caught. Sally and George didn't look like they felt too hot, but appeared glad to be home again.

"So... standard magical detection charms?"

Vlad raised an eyebrow at Bill, who was grinning.

"This is kinda my job. Curse breaker, charm expert. And we ought to be sending George outside with Black and Lupin, or we'll ping the Trace on her."

"I forgot about that. But the Trace only picks up on wand magic, and you may have noticed I didn't bring mine."

Bill looked him up and down, surprised.

"Show off. You go ahead then, and I'll let you know if there's gaps in your defences."

Sticking his tongue out petulantly, Vlad set about layering alarm and detection charms along doors and windows. When he was done, he pretended to need Bill's assurances.

"Not bad."

"These are only for in case someone managed to get through the Fidelius, which is unlikely."

"Fair point. I'll check in with them outside, then we shall get to work on Fidelius."

The alarm charm squealed as soon as Bill made for the front door, letting Vlad know it was working perfectly.

"Is it going to do that every time George comes in and out of the house?"

"No, she's only young. These charms are designed for adult wizards, see?"

Vlad stood in the doorway, not officially an of-age adult in either vampire or wizarding terms, and the charm didn't so much as squeak. Now he had a feel for the place, Vlad charmed his little sisters necklace to work as a forward and back portkey, rather than a one way.

"Coast is clear, only signature is Yaxley but it's days old now."

"Which fits with when we know he came here. Ok, you two stay right where you are. It should only take about half an hour, but it's best you not move much."

Vlad felt for the Replenisher vial in his pocket, just in case since he had a habit of overexerting himself by doing very little magic, then a lot at once. Calculating the spacing needed, the other three wizards kept watch for passersby as Vlad cut his hand and painted a couple of runes on the wall with it - determining that he be the one the charm fixed to. Luckily, vampires had an affinity for blood magic.

As he muttered the incantations, Vlad felt the magic working, fixing the 'secret' deep within himself. It was uncomfortable the entire time, until the spell was over and the discomfort vanished, leaving only a cool, fresh sense of protection within him. Taking a mouthful of Replenisher, he resolved to eat some chocolate when he got back.

"Ok. I'm done. Can you find the house?"

Watching the three grown wizards stare blankly at the house Vlad could see plainly was quite funny, knowing they had all been inside the building and yet it may as well be an empty, abandoned junkyard for all they could tell.

"Now the real test."

Beckoning Bill over, Vlad whispered the secret in his ear. Bill blinked, then nodded as the magic clicked into place.

"Now you tell Black, see if it's holding."

Bill tried to repeat the information, but his throat seemed to stop completely.

"Can't."

"Excellent. Now for the last test."

Vlad wrote the note of information, then handed it to Black. He focused on it intensely, then looked up.

"Damn. Nice work Vlad."

"Thank you. Hand that to Remus, then burn it and clean the wall for me? I'm going to go check on them."

Stepping back in with Bill, the alarm squealed again but thankfully, the Fidelius acted as a sort of soundproofing. It wouldn't disturb the neighbours.

"What about my neighbours and friends?"

"They'll see the house, but... it'll be like they see it in the corner of their eye. Just sort of... noticing. Anybody you want to invite in needs one of these, and they only work if I write it. Make sure you get it back when they are done, I wrote these willingly so technically, anybody could use it."

Sally nodded, taking the ten copies of Vlad's note that simply contained "Sally Giles is at" and her address.

"Your necklace is an emergency escape plan, should anybody get this far and it will work just about anywhere to get you to Malfoy Manor."

Bill added to Vlad's words, after taking the cake George offered him.

"I'll drop by and check for magical signatures in the area once a week or so, just in case anybody comes looking for you."

It was more than Vlad could ask for, and he was immensely grateful to the older wizard.

"Thank you."

"No problem. Gryffindor for life, we take care of our own. I do need to get going though..."

"Back to your Veela friend, I'm sure. Thank you for today Bill, it helped a lot."

"No problem. I'll catch you later."

Bill disapparated with the usual 'crack!' sound, making Sally jump slightly.

"When will we see you again?"

"You've got magical transportation hanging around your necks. Draco said you're welcome whenever at the Manor. So... you can literally just pop by, though at night everyone will be sleeping."

The two females both hugged him tight, filling Vlad with a warmth of family he had long expected never to feel with vampires for relatives. He stuck his head out to say Black and Lupin could leave, then smiled at Sally and George before portkeying back to Malfoy Manor.

"Mission accomplished?"

"Yep. But I'm craving chocolate something fierce."

Harry kissed him, then held out a large chunk of chocolate with a knowing smile.

"I knew there was a reason I was dating you."

-YDHP-

Here we go, another chapter. Year Five and Year Six will be seperate uploads, as they'll be very different parts of the story, so Year Five will ne longer than previous years. Which is why it's still early Summer for these guys after five chapters.