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Chapter 6: Plans

Caleb, one of the oldest vampires to ever walk the earth. He was rumored to date back all the way to ancient Greece, but even Caleb himself was unsure. Caleb wasn't even his real name. He was so old, he forgot the name his mother called him when he changed his name so the hunters wouldn't find him at his new outpost with the Celt's before Rome took over most of the known world.

Harry was stressing over this assignment. How could he go from collecting stew ingredients to having to destroy the oldest vampire on the planet. There wasn't enough money in his vault to pay Pompey to train him to a satisfactory level. Pompey didn't even train in the right abilities for this particular assignment. Apparently, the Arch Mage couldn't fight Dark Creatures and was only a very capable dueler, hence, why Harry had to do it.

Pompey admitted that this mission wasn't Greenhorn level, but all other agents were either on the continent or on their own missions. That was just dandy for Harry, since he couldn't even find someone in Beastfighting, as the Guild called it. Harry did upgrade his dueling so he could now hang with any Hogwarts teacher, save Flitwick, Dumbledore, and Snape. His elemental abilities were now in the orange, which was good since that was needed to be promoted to Warlock.

Harry also incessantly studied vampires, forsaking all of his school work, though it didn't matter since he would breeze through it and return to the ways of a vampire. It was insightful, to say the least. However, it didn't curb Harry's dread of facing one, only enhancing it. Apparently, vampires as old as Caleb, had an ability called Entrance, which nothing could block it, including Occulmency, except sheer force of will. It was like the Imperious Curse, without the wand and incantation. It, however, was more dangerous because it was harder to detect.

What friendships he had, suffered. He never saw Dumbledore anymore since he didn't want to get the 'I told you so' look he knew he would get. Harry would succeed, it was only a matter of time. He also saw less of Luna, since she didn't approve of his mission, and seemed to have turned on him even. It hurt Harry, her turning on him, but only spurred his hate for feminists even more, encouraging women to have too passionate of desires and ideals. They would get theirs, Harry knew, and only hoped he was their when it happened.

The school was fearful of him also. He would snap at anyone who disturb his research, even though it yielded nothing of value. One particular day, the Slytherin captain, which should have been him by the way, yelled at him for not showing up at practice, he calmly resigned from the team, to the horror to his house mates and the glee of Malfoy. Harry wouldn't miss it much, the challenge of Seeker had left when Cedric died, he was the only competition Harry ever found worthy enough to be in the air with himself.

Scathing looks was what Harry gave to Granger the Betrayer and Weasley. Harry was never fond of nicknames and usually left that to Malfoy and his unoriginal-ness. However, Granger the Betrayer, was different. For some reason, it struck a cord deep inside of him. He knew before the incident that he would most likely end up a lonely old man, but when she entered the Great Hall holding his hand, it was a fact he could not overcome. He also pondered it might have been because, at one time, they were all friends, and that she would have chosen Weasley over himself that hurt. Or because they were actually acquaintances from back to first year and he never brought harm to her, but Weasley did, and it never stopped until they began going together. Harry just decided to screw it all to hell and give up on love and find a cure for hormones when he had the time.

Harry was tromping around the Transfiguration classrooms waiting for McGonagall's latest class to get out. He thought that if he became an Animagi quick enough, he could maul the vampire before he knew what hit him and be done with the whole thing, hence, his waiting around for McGonagall. He wasn't very familiar with the process of Animagi, but he did see Sirius do it a couple of times, so he figured it couldn't be too difficult to pop into a manifestation of yourself, animal style.

The class finally let out, but Harry rushed past the first years to stop McGonagall from leaving so he could talk.

"Potter! What in the devil do you want?" Asked the bitter witch who hadn't seen the Quidditch Cup or the House Cup for over a decade now, thanks to him.

"Please Professor, I need your help," he pleaded. It sickened him to do so, but he thought if he acted like a Gryffindor, she would be more inclined to hear him out.

"Well, go on then," she waved him on.

"I need you to tell me how to become an Animagus!"

"Absolutely not," she said as if someone asked her to go starkers and profess her undying love for Snape during the Halloween Feast, "you do not tell someone how to become an Animagus, it takes years of practice," she hollered.

"Please ma'am! Don't do it for me, but your country," Harry said in his most pitiful voice.

"What in the devil are you babbling about?" she said, not looking so sure of herself now, her sense of nationalism being questioned.

"I need this training. Your country needs this training!" Harry said, leaving her to try and say something, but always stopping herself and starting over only to stop again and repeat the process.

Harry knew he had her. She should have been in Slytherin, Harry thought. He was just glad he read his teacher right. She was too calculating, if he overwhelmed her, she wouldn't know what to do.

"Al-alright then. When?" she said, regaining her snappish behavior that was hers alone and only made first years cower.

"Now," Harry proposed.

"Argh!" Harry screamed as he stormed around Hogwarts. Animagus lessons were the most futile teachings yet. He spent an hour trying to unlock his inner animal, only to find himself dosing off every five minutes. McGonagall didn't make it any easier, always snapping at him to do things. You would think it would kill her to ask someone nicely to do something. Harry finally snapped back at the old shrew, at which she promptly threw him out of her office, which suited Harry to a 'T.'

"Hey there old boy!" exclaimed a voice in a horrible rendition of an English man, also the voice that was the source of all of Harry's current problems.

"YOU BASTARD!" Harry roared. Pompey was immediately taken aback, having never experienced a Slytherin to Harry's caliber lose his cool before.

"What-what-" Pompey sputtered.

"Why did you assign me this infernal mission! You can't even do it."

Comprehension dawned on Pompey and he escorted Harry to his office and sat him down in a seat.

"Harry, I understand this is a tough assignment. I truly do. However, Caleb needs to be removed from the Forbidden Forest, and you are the only one who can do it. The school isn't safe with him so near. Dumbledore can't do it because of the Hogwarts by-laws. If you don't remove him from the forest, he'll attract more vampires." Pompey finished his wanna be consoling speech usually reserved by Dumbledore.

Harry just looked up with a small grin. His mind loved being a Slytherin at times like these. Harry also loved Purebloods for thinking all races lower than themselves. The conceited little bastards.

Pompey obviously took this as a good sign as he patted Harry on the shoulder and resumed talking.

"If you complete this task, I'll promote you to Sorcerer. You already have your element capabilities filled, so that is no problem and I'll also pay you... 10,000 Galleons."

This pleased Harry tremendously. Even though his plan would be difficult, it still would be immensely easier than his first. He just had to gather supplies and plan it out, then execute for his easy money and earned Rank.

AN: YO! I was hankering for Harry, and none of my favorite stories were updated so I thought I'd write. Hopefully better quality than the previous chapters, cause they sucked. Oh well, don't expect a chapter again, unless there is a lot incentive (wink wink, nudge nudge). Damn right I'm asking for reviews, cause this is the only way I'll update this story again during the summer. I got people to do, I kid. Maybe I'll even revise my past chapters. Also, consider this my introduction back into writing. One Harry Potter and a Naruto (weird, I know. I didn't think I'd ever read something other than good ol' HP). I do like this story, but it's been so long (blame me and all those good writers who first inspired me to take a stab at this. Man, where'd all the worthwhile stories go?), that I sort of forgot the middle parts. I know what I want the end to be, but I don't know how to get there, but I am getting a few inklings.

My new story currently has 11 chapters and will be updated as soon as I figure out a title. I'm actually excited to post it since I feel it is my best plot and writing. It (to me) has very original ideas and I think I got them across in an efficient manner, even though a better writer could have done better. So once I post it, maybe it will keep you occupied until your favorite story or author post. ROCK ON Y'ALL!