"It feels good to be home." Vlad sighed as he flopped on his bed.

"Oh yeah, spending a whole year away at a magical school must have been horrible." Ingrid was standing in the door of his room with her usual frown.

"Just because there's magic doesn't mean I can't get homesick Ingrid." She sneered and turned around.

Vlad had spent the whole train ride with Luna. It had been great talking with her considering that hadn't had time to talk much with their exams and things. But he really was grateful to be home.

Luna had promised that she would send him an owl to invite him to stay at her house during the holidays. Although Vlad highly doubted he'd be allowed to go he appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

ooo

"Vladimir!" Vlad's dad called from downstairs, it's almost been a week of the holidays and his dad organised to continue his tutoring every Saturday. The day being Saturday, Vlad naturally assumed that his dad was calling him because Antoinette had arrived. He was really getting the feeling that he should stop assuming things. When Vlad got down the stairs he saw the Count standing there expectantly.

"Hey dad, where's Antoinette?" His tutor was nowhere to be seen.

"Antoinette? She's coming tomorrow instead, your cousins are arriving tonight and you need to go and get changed, you know the clothes I'm talking about."

"Yeah, the black ones with a hint of crimson." Vlad grumbled, deciding not to question his father about cousins he didn't even know he had and left to get changed.

ooo

"Prepare to meet 'Ivan, the Bloodthirsty'!" They were at Stokely train station as the train pulled up, three people walked out and stood in front of them.

"Bro!"

"Ivan?!"

"Actually, it's Harvey now. Ivan's so old country." 'Harvey' replied with a smile.

ooo

The first day with Uncle 'Harvey', and cousins Boris and Olga had been interesting to say the least. Boris was studying so he was prepared for his transformation next week, whilst Olga was playing the good girl and Uncle 'Harvey' spent his time trying to convert the Count to soy-blood. Vlad was definitely happy that when the next day rolled around and he got to spend the evening and most of the night with his tutor.

The sound of the door bell rang through the castle and Vlad went to open the door. He greeted Antoinette and brought her through to the living room.

"Who is this Vlad?" Uncle 'Harvey' asked from his seat at the dining table.

"This is Antoinette Knight, she's my tutor."

"Your dad doesn't tutor you himself?" Uncle 'Harvey' looked more confused than Vlad did on the day he got his first Hogwarts letter, and that is saying a lot.

"No, because I need a special tutor for the school I'm attending in Scotland. It's a Wizarding school." 'Harvey's eyes widened considerably by Vlad's statement.

"You were accepted by the wizards?"

"That's what I said, yes." Vlad felt strange as soon as he said that, it was snarky, worthy of a smirking face and almost mean. He was spending to much time around Slytherins.

"Thats… Well, that's incredible! Vlad, no vampire has been accepted by the Wizards in centuries! How is it going?" He seemed as excited as a child that discovered Christmas would be coming twice this year.

"Fairly well, I'm an average of second and third in my year. It's all thanks to Antoinette though, I would have been left in the dust if it wasn't for her." Vlad looked up at his tutor with a smile.

"No, Vladimir. You flatter me too much, it was all there in you already I just brought it out."

ooo

The rest of the holidays can be summed up quite quickly, Vlad once again excelled in his studies (and received his Hogwarts letter for next year), Boris became an evil vampire, Ingrid over came her more evil side and bit her boyfriend Will (the boyfriend that no one bothered to tell Vlad about, so he was naturally worried when he showed up at their door saying Ingrid had bit him), Boris killed the Grand High Vampire, Vlad revealed that he was the Chosen One to save his father from the Crown of Power and his friends from the vampires, and Ingrid avenged Will's death by taking over Stokely.

ooo

When Ingrid had taken over deeming that Stokely would "run red with blood", the Count and Vlad only just managed to get away when the battery ran out in the UV cage. They ran away and bought an old castle called Garside Grange, that had been turned into a school. Antoinette still visited every Friday, and Vlad was adamant about going back to Hogwarts, even with his father wishing him to stay here where he was hidden.

"Dad! It's been said that Hogwarts is the safest place in the world!" The Count growled at that.

"I don't care if it's been said that Hogwarts is the safest place in the universe! It's safer here where I can look out for you." Antoinette was sitting in the corner, she had thought it best that father and son work this out themselves. But this argument was going nowhere, she had to do something.

"Count Dracula, do you not wish for your son, the Chosen One, to complete his magically training in the most magical place in Britain?" She knew what she had said is almost impossible to argue with. Vlad was the Chosen One, to not send him back to Hogwarts would be blasphemous.

"Okay, okay! But only one more year, after that he must concentrate on furthering his vampiric power. That is, after all, what he'll become. Not some silly little wizard." And with that Antoinette took Vlad back to Kings Cross, where they walked through the barrier and onto the train.

As Vlad sat in an empty compartment he looked out the window and waved to Antoinette. As she waved back Vlad heard someone enter the small room.

"That your mother Dracula? You don't look much like her, were you adopted?" He could recognise that voice even after the long summer holiday, Draco Malfoy. Vlad turned around to speak to the boy as the train began to move out of the station.

"Actually, that's my tutor. My father doesn't care much for crowds, and my mother… Well I'm sure you heard my argument with Professor Lupin last year, 'she can't be trusted'." Vlad was still angry with Lupin about him outing his secret to Hermione. Too many people knew, at this rate he wouldn't be surprised if the whole school knew by the end of his fifth year.

"And how were your holidays, Malfoy? Get everything on your Christmas list?" Vlad said the words sweetly, but Draco knew they were anything but.

"Oh yes, everything. But that's because my parents can afford it." Draco sneered at him.

"My parents wouldn't celebrate Christmas if I beg them to, in fact they'd probably be less likely to if I begged. And trust me when I say it's not because there's a lack of money." Draco looked taken aback. He knew that what Vlad was saying was supposed to get under his skin, but he was disturbed by how genuine he sounded.

"Oh yeah, I nearly forgot you came from a 'powerful pureblood family from Romania'." Sneered making his voice sound more pompous when he got to the quotations.

"Like you'd forget something like that Malfoy."

"Whatever, see you 'round Dracula." And with that he turned to leave.

ooo

Luna had come into the compartment shortly after Draco left.

"Hello Vlad." He looked up at the girl and smiled, he'd been feeling quite down since Draco came and was happy for the distraction.

"Hey Luna."

"Are you excited to start your fourth year?" Vlad had noticed that when Luna talked to him she sound a lot less lost in her thoughts as she did when talking to other people. He put that down to her being more comfortable with him.

"Very, what about you?"

"No, I'm not that excited for fourth year. I still have a whole year more to wait for that." Vlad only laughed, he didn't understand why people thought Luna didn't belong in Ravenclaw. She was very witty and smart, she also had a great sense of humour which, she told him, most Ravenclaws lack.

They settled into easy conversation for several hours, until Luna told him she was going to find the Trolley and she would be back soon. Vlad decided that this was the perfect time to have a power nap.

Unfortunately he was woken up shortly after by a knock at the door. He sat up, rubbed his eyes and walked over to the door to see who was there.

"Err… Hi Vlad." He was greeted with the sight of Hermione looking sheepishly down at her feet.

"Um, hey Hermione. Do you want to come in?" She nodded and he moved aside to let her in.

"You're in a compartment by yourself?" She asked curiously.

"No, Luna's coming back soon, she went to find something to eat."

"Have you told her?" Hermione raised an eyebrow at him.

"Told her what?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

"If you mean your claim about me being a vampire, then no. Because there's nothing to tell, it's not true." Vlad turned to look out the window instead of looking at Hermione, he heard her making her way to the seat opposite him.

"Come on Vlad, admit it. You can't deny it now, there's too much evidence stacked against you." She was clearly annoyed that he would just tell her that she was right. Vlad didn't think she could handle being told she was wrong but he had to at least try to show her that there was no way he could possibly be a vampire.

"What evidence? Hermione, what you're saying doesn't make any sense. So just because my family comes from Transylvania, and my ancestors were aquatinted with Bram Stoker, makes me a vampire? Just because I knew what Professor Snape got wrong on his list of traits, I'm a vampire?"

"No! I mean those things aren't exactly helping, but that's not it. It's things like you're always falling asleep during the day, you rarely go out into the sun, and when Professor Lupin turned into a werewolf you used hypnosis to tell him to stay in the forest until the sun came up!"

"I fall asleep during the day because I have lots of trouble sleeping during the night so I spend most of it studying. I don't go outside often because I'm pale, even in overcast days there's still UV rays that can burn my skin easily. And so what? I'm sure lots of wizards can use hypnosis. Hermione, I don't even have fangs, how could I possibly be a vampire?"

"I just know that you are, and I'm going to find a way to prove it!"

And with that she turned and exited the compartment. She really didn't like being told she was wrong.