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A/N: Yes, I know that it has been a long time since I updated. I just had no means to further the story until now. I hope that you all enjoy!

Time would soon be right. He could feel it in the air. The smell of victory seemed to fall across his tongue like an incessant lap dog refusing to make way for its master's boot. The fog seemed to coat the roof of his mouth and undulate slowly down his throat. Yes, he could taste the victory. At first, he had thought that all was lost. The Potter brat had become one of the undead. But then, with his higher intellect, he figured out the solution rather simplistically. He would become a vampire, which would not only allow him to attack Potter and get his revenge, but finally satisfy his thirst for immortality as well.

He was just about to touch his wand to his arm and call his faithful servant when he realized that his faithful servant had disappeared…as a result of a snack. No bother, he would just have to get himself a new one.

Perhaps, if he had enough time to break the Potter brat, he could make the boy his new servant. It would be perfect really, having a servant who could not die. That would allow him to do whatever he wished…including torturing the brat until he became tired. He wouldn't have to worry about his subject dying before learning his lesson. Besides, it would give him ample time to perfect his Cruciatus.

Voldemort turned and walked into the deep darkness of the Forbidden forest. Time was on his side. He needed to come up with a plan. The perfect plan, designed to make Potter's life reminiscent of the pain and suffering inflicted on those who suffered the wrath of the Inquisition. Truly, muggles were something to be amazed. For all of their faults and lack of intelligence, they were truly masters of finding new and innovative ways to kill one another. He had made a study of it before the Potter brat had sent him to an early corporeal existence.

While he was not a fan of anything to do with muggles, it never hurt to study. Sometimes, even the most brainless of creatures had the capacity for great cruelty, and it would be common of him to ignore any possible source of knowledge.

He finally reached the spot he was waiting for; far enough away from the castle and the surrounding town. He had no need to be fearful of anyone seeing neither his arrival, nor the sound of his apparation from the area. He smiled smugly as he disappeared with a pop.

Harry was honestly trying to stay awake, but it was really hard. Somehow, Erasmus' talk of strategy had dissolved into a rambling about the Cossar wars. Harry was reminded of Binns lectures until Erasmus posed himself mere centimeters from his nose.

"What did I last say?" Erasmus asked with a hint of annoyance.

"Um…" Harry replied. He had really done it now.

"Just as I thought. Here I am, trying to help you with the problem of that pipsqueak of a dark wizard and you are sitting here daydreaming!"

The elder vampire snorted with displeasure and stomped to the other side of the chamber.

"I'm sorry-"

"Sorry will do me no good. It is yourself that you are hurting, foolish boy; ignoring me when the dark wizard was on the grounds moments ago."

"WHAT?" Harry gasped.

"Oh, yes. He was here."

"He…he!" Harry could only stare. Voldemort had been at Hogwart's! And Erasmus had done NOTHING. "You sat here, droning on and on about some war that has nothing to do with anything, and you knew?"

"Why Harry, what's the fun in that? It is much better to let him go through with his little malicious plan. Trust me; it will be more fun that way."

"Have you lost your bloody mind?" Harry asked exasperatedly. "Fun? I don't think so."

"Of course it will be fun." Erasmus said smugly. "He is just a common, run-of-the-mill, evil wizard. Nothing to worry about."

"Nothing to worry about? Voldemort killed my parents, killed Cedric by proxy, and also caused my godfather to go into the veil, and you say that he's nothing to worry about?" The whole idea was completely incredulous to Harry.

"Of course he's nothing to worry about. All of those that you have mentioned are not vampires."

Harry really wanted to give the elder vampire a good beating. He deserved it, he really did. But Harry was stuck. "And what does that have to do with anything?" He asked, even though he knew that Erasmus wasn't making any sense at all.

"You will be much more difficult to kill. Of course, he had himself made a vampire, but it is nothing to worry about really."

Harry was utterly aghast. Voldemort had been made a vampire, and Erasmus knew. Then it hit Harry. Just how did Erasmus know all of this? Was he listening to good sources? Was he in league with Voldemort? Harry fortified himself and asked. "Just how do you know?"

Erasmus smiled. "Ah yes, I keep forgetting. You are still so young, so ignorant of our ways." The elder vampire crossed the chamber and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. " I know, dear boy, because I know. It is as simple as that. I am old. Not as old as some, but much older than others. I knew he was on the grounds because I could smell him. "

Erasmus' eyes seemed to twinkle in amusement. "As far as knowing that he had become a vampire, well, that is much more simple. I sensed the flux in the energy flow. The ignorant buffoon has no idea what he is in for. Namely, he has himself crossed by a vampire who was barely more than a human. If the vampire had been anything but, the idiot would not have been able to catch one. Your Voldemort thinks that because he's had himself crossed, that he can still beat you. Basically Harry, the imbecile thinks that he has made himself your equal in terms of vampiric ability, thus, he believes that he is still the stronger wizard. In fact, the idiot has not realized that the vampire that brought him over was nothing in terms of power. Because you are a true immortal, fed on a master vampire's blood, you are the one who is the stronger. You, Harry, will be something spectacular to see."

Harry simply shook his head. He had no choice but to listen to the elder vampire, at least for the moment. But the elder vampire could only blame himself and Snape for his lack of knowledge about the ways of vampires. They were too wrapped up in Draco to bother teaching him anything. He was still fuming when he found himself deposited on the sofa in Snape's chambers. Erasmus really needed to stop transporting him like an oversized houseplant.