Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. The vampiness belongs to me.

A/N: I know that is has been a long while, but here it is, another chapter. If I get alot of reviews, maybe it will help with my inspiration and I'll be able to update more quickly.

Harry still couldn't figure out what Erasmus meant by 'true immortal'. It didn't make any sense at all. Both of his parents had died, at the hand of Voldemort no less, so how on earth could he be immortal besides the whole vampire thing?

He stretched his legs and rearranged his position on the couch.

As far as he knew, he had never been given anything that would make him immortal. But then, he was the only one who had ever survived the Killing Curse, so maybe that is where the answer was. Unfortunately, books about the Killing Curse or the Dark Arts were not to be found in Hogwart's library. Hermione had checked.

There was only one person who would have access to such things. He would have to swallow his pride. He needed to talk to Severus Snape.

Harry got up off the couch and knocked on the door to Severus' bedchamber. It wasn't long before Harry heard footsteps coming towards him. Severus opened the door.

"Yes, Mister Potter." Severus wished for the fleeting informality that they had once shared, but for the time being, it was best to be formal.

"I need to ask you something." Harry shuffled his feet. "You are the only one I can ask.

Severus cleared his throat. "You may enter."

Harry followed Severus into his private bedchamber, and watched as the man pulled a chair to him. "Sit, Mr. Potter."

Harry sat.

Severus sat in a chair opposite. "Now, what is your question?"

Harry took a deep breath. "Master Erasmus keeps talking about my being a true immortal, and I honestly have no idea what he is talking about…I mean…my parents are dead- killed by the Killing Curse…the same curse that didn't kill me. I don't understand it."

Severus leaned his head in his hand and thought for a moment. That was something that had puzzled him as well. Why didn't Harry die?

"Well, Mr. Potter-"

"Sir, just call me Harry. I can't stand it anymore."

"Very well. As I was saying, Harry, I don't have the answers you seek. I have my suspicions, but they are worthless without further speculation. But the place to start would be your blood."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Harry, that we must examine your blood for clues. Muggles do this sort of thing all the time…DNA, I think they call it. But at any rate, if we can find something in your blood, perhaps something that makes you different from me, then we will know where to start."

Harry's eyes wandered around the area that made up Severus' private potions lab. It was amazing. Potions littering every surface like jewels scattered on a jewelers table.

Harry turned his eyes back to Severus and watched the man cut himself and carefully let three drops of blood fall into a bubbling potion. The potion turned a bright green.

"Alright, Harry. It's your turn."

Harry got up from the stool and held his arm over the cauldron next to the one that Severus had just bled into.

"Would you like for me to do the honors?" Severus asked.

"Yes, please." Harry replied. He wasn't sure if he could stand to do it, and if he did, there was a chance that he would cut too deep.

Severus cut Harry's wrist, letting three drops fall. Harry pulled his arm back and watched, fascinated, as the wound closed by itself.

Severus gasped. Harry looked at the potion. His potion was showing a green so bright that it was almost blinding.

Harry looked at Severus. "What does that mean?"

Severus wiped his hand across his brow. "It means, Harry, that you are a true vampire."

"What?" Harry asked, incredulously.

"In other words, your parents weren't your parents after all. I never had a need to cross you; you have always been a vampire."

Harry rolled his eyes. "If that's true, then why didn't I have trouble with the sun and require blood before I tried to kill myself?"

"The answer is…elementary, Harry. You didn't die until your heart stopped. That is why the Killing Curse did not work; the Killing Curse has no effect on vampires."

"Then why am I a Potter?"

Severus places his hand on Harry's shoulder. "That, we will have to find out. Your real parents may still be around somewhere."

Harry turned and looked at Severus. "I don't really care. They gave me up for some reason. The Potter's apparently cared for me. But at least I now know where I stand. But there is one thing I am a bit confused about."

"What is that, Harry?"

"Why is Erasmus so fascinated with me?"

"That is easy enough to answer. Erasmus is fascinated because the last 'true' vampire that he had come across was the one who made him. You are unique amongst our kind. You will be the next to rule."

Draco woke to find himself in his bed. He could hear noises coming from the living area of the chamber. He got up out of bed, sucked on a nearby blood stone for a few minutes, and walked out to find Harry Potter and his father playing chess.

Harry was the first to look up. "Hey, Draco."

Draco was caught off guard. It had been awhile since Potter had been so civil.

"Potter."

Harry started laughing hysterically. Severus leaned back in his chair with an amused expression on his face.

"Has be gone mad?" Draco asked Severus.

Harry leaped from his chair and grabbed Draco by the arm and threw him down onto the couch.

"It won't work anymore, Draco." Harry said happily.

"What won't work?" Draco asked.

"Calling me 'Potter'."

Draco was really concerned now. "What on earth are you blathering about?"

"Draco, ease up. I'm not insane. I'm just amused. You can't call me Potter, because I'm not a Potter…not really."

Draco looked at Harry with a puzzled expression.

"You see, Severus and I did an experiment, trying to find out why the Killing Curse didn't kill me. It turns out that it didn't kill me because I've always been a vampire. We just never knew. It wasn't until my heart stopped that all the vampy goodness took over. So, I'm not a Potter. I don't know what I am."

"This calls for a drink." Draco said, starting to head towards Severus' liquor cabinet.

"Oh no, you don't."

Draco found himself frozen in place by power emanating from Severus' hands. "We are not going through that again."

Draco relented, and Severus released his hold.

For the first time in a long while, they were all at peace. Finally, no conflict, no jealousy. They were just a family."