AN: Yet again, I own nothing. I wish I did-tear tear-. This story is dedicated to my bff Emellie. Thought you should know. If you haven't seen the trailer, then go see it.

Link: youtube-dot-com/watch?v0eBi0ni8dfM

This chapter focuses on Dracula mostly, so yeah. A Little bit of Harry in the end of it. Hope you like Chapter 2 and hope you watch the trailer.

Chapter 2: Uncertain Future

The fireplace was kindled inside the Castle of Count Dracula. The infamous king of vampires stared into the flames, waiting for his "father" to arrive. He ran his fingers through his slick black hair, which was held back in a neat ponytail. All you could see in the darkness was his face. His clothes were black as night that he lived in. The fireplace was the only warmth inside his home. For he, Count Vladislaus Dracula, was a hollow being, doomed with an immortal life.

This better be good..Dracula thought.

"My son." a deep voice rung out, and a figure appeared in the flames. It was Satan himself.

"Yes, Master."

"I have come with great news."

"Is it time?"

"No, but soon. You do have forever to wait, you know."

"I grow impatient, and I desire her blood."

"All in good time, my son."

"Then why have you come?"

"To show you the girl, so you'll stop moping around."

"I deny that I am moping around. I am just anxious to finally end the Dragomir family."

The devil uttered Latin words, and the flame showed a person. Count Dracula observed the flames in awe. The woman had a delicate face, and an elegant body. Her hair was in brunette ringlets, and perfect cheekbones.

"Her name is Hermione Dragomir. The Vatican hid her, but no one gets passed me." The devil snickered. His son was in silence, but then broke it.

"Hermione.." the name rolled of his tongue. "Such a pretty and unique name."

The devil looked at the expression on Dracula's face. "Pleased?"

"More than you'll ever know." Dracula's smooth accent could be heard in the room. "She's exquisite, and her blood will be very sweet to taste..."

"She is a pureblood witch you know. It has been known that pureblood wizards have the best tasting blood."

"Oh yes. I didn't forget, master. The Dragomirs have been for centuries. How did we not find them till now?"

"They had their ways, hiding in monasteries and such, but their line will end once you have your way with the girl."

Dracula nodded once.

The devil spoke again. "A pause? You don't think that you are smitten with Miss Dragomir. Are you?"

"Indeed." Dracula couldn't deny that. "I shall make her my bride."

"You mean more than that. You just don't want to admit it." A silence came over Dracula once again. "My son, every woman you have expressed concern, or love for, for that matter, has let you down. Don't waste it away on this one." Dracula couldn't help but think of Anna Valerious. he showed some form of compassion to her, and she died. He also thought of Amelia Lanoiss. The one that caused all this. He loved her, and he thought she loved him in return, but was wrong. She betrayed him and helped Van Helsing kill him. Dracula shuddered a bit, and then returned to his poised self.

"I'll let you decide this time, but when she leaves your world, I know I'll be right. And you'll wish you had taken my advice."

"I took your advice about the last three brides I had. I would have been fine with just Verona but no! You.."

"Silence. Enough of that, my son. I will let you know if anything changes with this, Hermione girl. In the meantime, you can do what you usually do. Plan life for your children. Understood?"

"Yes, Master."

The devil vanished from the flames, but left the mortal's image inside them. He knew his son would want to view her.

Dracula kept watching. For now, she would just be an obsession he'd wait for.
(AN: Transition to Harry Potter)

Harry tossed and turned. Sweat gathered in his jet black hair. He was in an uncomfortable bed in his aunt and uncle's house. Harry's scare burned. The dream was unusual to him, but he knew it was important. His mind watched intently.

It was Hermione. She was inside a dark chamber. She was crying silently. It saddened Harry to watch Hermione's tears fall down. She was pressed against the wall. He couldn't see the people, but heard a loud argument taking place. There was defiantly shouting to be heard.

"How dare you try to betroth her!" A roaring voice spoke. "She is crucial to my survival, and the survival of my kind!" it was not a familiar voice to Harry.

"Well, she is part of our society, not yours." Another voice bellowed. He could tell that Voldemort and an anonymous person were fighting over Hermione. But why?

"She will be a part of both, and you know I wanted to eliminate the Dragomirs. You don't know what you are doing , Tom."

"Don't threaten me."

"I can, and I will. I will make your glorious army fall to pieces, and take you with it." the first voice came back.

"Like you could."

"Try me, Tom."

"Well, No matter what you say, she is going to marry one of my faithful servants."

Hermione took this opportunity and ran. Peter Pettigrew was guarding her passage.

"Let me through." she gritted through her teeth.

"I..cccan't. The Dark Lord will.." Hermione quickly snatched his wand and uttered a spell. He was on the floor by now, and was howling in pain. Hermione apparated, not caring about the consequences.

Harry woke up an rubbed his scar. He had to tell someone. He had to find Hermione. He had to figure out who was talking to Voldemort.

AN: Please Read and Review. Chapter 3 will be up soon. Next chapter will be awesome, I promise.