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A/N: Thank you for the reviews DestinyEntwinements , vampirebabe , kears , nicky12330 , and Padawan Jan-AQ .

There was a question about the Bulgarian Vampire and the one nostril. According to Bulgarian folklore, the Ubour is created when a person meets a violent, sudden death, when a cat jumps over a corpse, or when a spirit refuses to leave its body by sheer force of will. The corpse remains in the ground for forty days, bloated and filled with a gelatinous substance until a skeleton forms. Once risen, the ubour cases all kinds of mischief, drinking blood only when other nourishment (regular food and dung) is not available. Its destruction is usually undertaken by a trained vampire killer known as the vampirdzhija. This sorcerer can detect the ubour before it has formed and can destroy it after it has risen, most commonly by bottling. This type of vampire has only one nostril, possesses a barbed tongue, and emits sparks during the night.

In case you are interested in learning about other types of vampire around the world, go to a search engine and look for the Vampire Research Society Worldwide from which I obtained the above information. For some reason, I can't enter the webpage here.

Draco allowed himself to be led back into the castle by Erasmus. Somehow, it was too good to be true. He never had to worry about the Dark Lord again. In fact, he could, if he wanted, make the Dark Lord bow down to him. But for now, he was simply happy to be free.

Draco was jolted out of his reverie by the expansive jolt of pain that seared through his veins. He collapsed to the ground in front of the entrance to the castle.

"Dragon, see this is what happens when you stall the beast his dinner." Erasmus coughed a strange laugh. "But no matter, you have now learnt your lesson, perhaps you will not forget the beast from now on."

At that moment, all Draco wanted to do was curse Erasmus into oblivion, but seeing as the elder vampire had complete control over his powers, Draco knew he'd be bested in any confrontation with the master vampire. He sneered as he got up from the ground and stalked off into the castle.

Erasmus watched as the boy stalked away. Yes, his temper was proving to be a most interesting thing to play with…

Severus sat staring blankly into the flames that danced in the fireplace. He could only hope that Erasmus could make the boy understand.

He sighed and swirled the fire-whisky in his glass. Just as he was about to pour himself another glass, a loud pounding hit his door. Severus quickly set down his glass and seemed to glide over the surface of the floor to answer the door. When he opened it, he was shocked to see Draco standing there, weak, but at the same time, incensed.

"Come in, Draco." The boy stalked in, and Severus could hardly contain his amusement over the fact that Draco had inadvertently picked up his classic walk, robes billowing behind.

"Is everything alright?" Severus asked.

Draco glared. "Everything is fabulous. I have been abused for years for no apparent reason, I have a nutcase of a vampire breathing down my neck, and I have a former Death Eater as a father- no wait, I already thought I had one of those."

Severus held his temper, and walked over to his father's portrait, performed the ritual, and pulled the blood stone forth.

Draco looked puzzled at the strange stone that Severus was now holding out to him.

"This is a true blood stone, Draco. It is messy, I'll not deny that. But it will feed you."

Draco took the stone from his father's hand and looked at Severus questioningly.

"How am I supposed to feed from a bloody stone?"

Severus looked towards the ceiling, almost praying to Merlin to give him strength. "You suck it, Draco. You will not feed from me, so the stone is the only other option. That is unless you would wish to hunt in the Forbidden Forest."

"No, sir." Draco said with a sigh. He walked over to the fireplace and sat down in the chair that his father had occupied earlier and began to carefully suck on the strange stone.

"Ahhh, I love to see a father and son bonding." Draco looked up to see that Erasmus had indeed simply appeared in Severus' chambers.

"Master, stop goading the boy. Let him take his nourishment in peace." Severus glared pointedly at Erasmus.

"Tut, tut, Severus. Always the protector." Erasmus smiled sardonically. "He is as much my child as yours, I am merely having fun."

"Ah yes, your fun is about as amusing as collecting dragon's dung." Quipped Severus.

Erasmus laughed…hard. "Only you, Severus, would make me laugh over dung. You see, that is why I meddle so. You amuse me like none of my other children. I have always appreciated your sense of humor."

Severus rolled his eyes. Draco dropped the stone and laughed, spitting blood all over Severus' oriental rug.

"Lovely, Draco. Now you do remind me of Potter. Neither of you can manage to feed without making a mess!"

Draco glared at Severus. "Never compare me to that prat. Gryffindor Golden Boy. Always does everything right. I may as well not even exist while he's around."

"Draco, that is certainly not true. If anything, you are equals."

Draco stood and walked towards his father. "But in whose eyes, Father!" Draco spat.

Erasmus walked in between them. "Now, now, Dragon. Temper. You must learn to control that temper. I do not need to find myself having to go through the trouble of making a new family. It is really most tiresome, and this fighting simply will not do."

Harry lay in his bed, thinking. He was tired. Not physically, but definitely mentally. He rolled over onto his side and glared into the darkness. It was really strange to be able to see so well. It was still difficult to think that he would never need glasses again.

All he wanted was a family, one that he would never lose. There was a part of him that wished he'd never been born. If he wasn't around, Lucius Malfoy wouldn't have had a reason to kill Ginny Weasley. And now, he was stuck somewhere between life and death.

If only Snape had just let him die. At the rate he was going, there would be no way that he could defeat Voldemort. He knew that he was doing well in his classes, but honestly, he couldn't fathom having enough knowledge to defeat the dark wizard. Somehow, knowing how to make a pineapple tap dance didn't give him much confidence.

There was so much that he didn't know. And being a vampire definitely wasn't helping anything. His spells did seem a bit stronger, but he had no way of controlling anything. The things that he now found easy seemed to be mere parlor tricks. Nothing he was learning was going to help him.

Harry rolled to the other side, and thought for a moment. If only he could learn from the master vampire. He definitely had centuries of power behind him, even more than Dumbledore. If anyone would know how to defeat Voldemort, the master would know how.

Harry finally drifted off to sleep peacefully. For once, he felt that if he could just learn what he needed, he may have a chance at defeating the Dark Lord. Evil or no. He may even have to fight Voldemort at his own game. Harry knew that Snape new the Dark Arts…and Erasmus probably knew more than any teacher at the school.

Something big was about to happen, but what, he had no idea.

Severus sat up out of a deep sleep with a feeling of dread creeping stealthily onto his skin. He panted for a moment, and looked around his chambers. Everything appeared to be fine. Then he realized the source of his discomfort…Potter's thoughts.

The Dart Arts were calling the boy.