Classes were mostly uneventful for Harry. As he had learned good study habits from Hadrian's influence, he managed to get the second highest score in the year.

Ronald still followed Harry around, which in turn caused Hadrian to almost constantly beg to kill him. Harry, of course, refused but gave Hadrian leeway. Ronald was now rather pale, suffering from shortness of breath and rather sickly. Hadrian had found a book on mind magic on one of his midnight escapades and had read it thoroughly, now using Ron as a test subject. Hermione was not making very many friends. her natural bossiness and her lecturing tones turned away most students. Harry was still rather uncomfortable with approaching her, and was keeping a tight lease on Hadrian's instincts to flirt with her.

They had to study the night skies through their telescopes every Wednesday at midnight and learn the names of different stars and the movements of the planets. Three times a week they went out to the greenhouses behind the castle to study Herbology, with a dumpy little witch called Professor Sprout, where they learned how to take care of all the strange plants and fungi, and found out what they were used for.

Easily the most boring class was History of Magic, which was the only one taught by a ghost. Professor Binns had been very old indeed when he had fallen asleep in front of the staff room fire and got up next morning to teach, leaving his body behind him. Binns droned on and on while they scribbled down names and dates, and got Emetic the Evil and Uric the Oddball mixed up.

Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, was a tiny little wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. At the start of their first class he took the roll call, and when he reached Harry's name he gave an excited squeak and toppled out of sight.

Professor McGonagall was again different. Harry had been quite right to think she wasn't a teacher to cross. Strict and clever, she gave them a talking-to the moment they sat down in her first class. "Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she said. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned." Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. They were all very impressed and couldn't wait to get started, but soon realised they weren't going to be changing the furniture into animals for a long time. After taking a lot of complicated notes, they were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle. By the end of the lesson, only Hermione and Harry had made any difference to their matches; Professor McGonagall showed the class how they had gone all silver and pointy and gave them a rare smile.

The class everyone had really been looking forward to was Defence Against the Dark Arts, but Quirrell's lessons turned out to be a bit of a joke. His classroom smelled strongly of garlic, which everyone said was to ward off a vampire he'd met in Romania and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days. This of course, resulted in Harry feeling rather nauseous and had him retching almost as soon as he entered. He'd spent the next few hours in the Hospital Wing under Madam Pomfey, trying to convince her that, no, he did not need to stay over night. Since He now had an allergy to garlic on his record, He was excused from Quirrell's class, and he was allowed to do self-study in defence.

Potions lessons took place down in one of the dungeons. It was colder here than up in the main castle, and would have been quite creepy enough without the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls. Snape, like Flitwick, started the class by taking the roll call, and like Flitwick, he paused at Harry's name.

"Ah, Yes," he said softly, "Harry Potter. Our new - celebrity."

Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands. Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. His eyes were black like Hagrid's, but they had none of Hagrid's warmth. They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word - like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death - if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

More silence followed this little speech. Harry raised his eyebrows. Hermione Granger was on the edge of her seat and looked desperate to start proving that she wasn't a dunderhead.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

As he had been reading various books throughout the week, Hadrian piped up with the answer in the back of Harry's mind.

'Asphodel and Wormwood are the active ingredients in the Draught of the living death.'

Harry repeated this, earning a considering look from Snape.

" Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Hermione stretched her hand as high into the air as it would go without her leaving her seat, but Snape focused on Harry.

'A bezoar is a Stomach stone. Found in a goat, didn't you pay attention to the potions book? it'll save you from some poisons. of course, I do that as well.'

"It's found in a goats stomach, Sir."

Snape looked at Harry thoughtfully, then whispered under his breath, "One point to Gryffindor."

At three-thirty the next day, Harry and the other Gryffindors hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for their first flying lesson. It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled under their feet as they marched down the sloping lawns toward a smooth, flat lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the forbidden forest, whose trees were swaying darkly in the distance. The Slytherins were already there, and so were twenty broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground. Harry had heard Fred and George Weasley complain about the school brooms, saying that some of them started to vibrate if you flew too high, or always flew slightly to the left. Their teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, gray hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up." Harry glanced down at his broom. It was old and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles. "Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'Up!"'

"UP everyone shouted. Harry's broom jumped into his hand at once, but it was one of the few that did. Hermione Granger's had simply rolled over on the ground, and Neville's hadn't moved at all. Perhaps brooms, like horses, could tell when you were afraid, thought Harry; there was a quaver in Neville's voice that said only too clearly that he wanted to keep his feet on the ground. Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips. Harry was delighted when she told Malfoy he'd been doing it wrong for years.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle - three - two -"

But Neville, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.

"Come back, boy!" she shouted, but Neville was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle - twelve feet - twenty feet. Harry saw his scared white face look down at the ground falling away, saw him gasp, slip sideways off the broom and - WHAM - a thud and a nasty crack and Neville lay face-down on the grass in a heap. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and started to drift lazily toward the forbidden forest and out of sight. Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his.

"Broken wrist," Harry heard her mutter. "Come on, boy - it's all right, up you get."

She turned to the rest of the class. "None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear."

Neville, his face tear-streaked, clutching his wrist, hobbled off with Madam Hooch, who had her arm around him. No sooner were they out of earshot than Malfoy burst into laughter. "Did you see his face, the great lump?" The other Slytherins joined in.

"Shut up, Malfoy," snapped Parvati Patil.

"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, a hard-faced Slytherin girl.

"Never thought you'd like fat little crybabies, Parvati."

"Look!" said Malfoy, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him." The Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up.

"Give that here, Malfoy," said Harry quietly.

Everyone stopped talking to watch. Malfoy smiled nastily. "I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find -how about - up a tree?"

Harry glared at Malfoy, Eyes darkening and an ethereal glow emminated from them. "Give - It - Here." Harry clearly stated. Malfoy shivered, there was something dangerous in those eyes.

"Fine, never wanted it any way." replied Malfoy, in a shaking voice, tossing the Remembrall at Harry.

Malfoy, displaying quite clearly that he possessed neither cunning, nor good self-preservation instincts, showed up at lunch with his henchmen. "I want a duel with you, Tonight, if you want. Wizard's duel. Wands only - no contact. What's the matter? Never heard of a wizard's duel before, I suppose?"

Ronald, still hanging around, spoke up "Of course he has, I'm his second, who's yours?"

Malfoy looked at Crabbe and Goyle, sizing them up. "Crabbe," he said. "Midnight all right? We'll meet you in the trophy room; that's always unlocked."

Malfoy turned away, Harry turned on Ronald, glaring. "And, what, Exactly did you think you were signing me up for?"

"Relax, The most you and Malfoy'll be able to do is send sparks at each other. Neither of you knows enough magic to do any real damage. I bet he expected you to refuse, anyway."

Harry intensified his glare. "I was not intending on sneaking out just to soothe your wounded ego. but I suppose that I'll have to show up now. I most certainly will not forget this."

'At least it's at night. We can't lose. And, I was planning on checking out the third floor corridor. Can we check that on the way back?'

Harry muttered under his breath, "Well at least someone's happy."

"Excuse me." They both looked up. It was Hermione Granger.

"Can't a person eat in peace in this place?" said Ron.

Hermione ignored him and spoke to Harry. "I couldn't help overhearing what you and Malfoy were saying -" "Bet you could," Ron muttered. "-and you mustn't go wandering around the school at night, think of the points you'll lose Gryffindor if you're caught, and you're bound to be. It's really very selfish of you."

Harry's expression softened. "I know. Unfortunately, this idiot here," He shoved Ron, "Decided to sign me up, without asking my permission. If I don't go, Malfoy calls me a coward and I'll lose face. If I do go, I'll probably be caught and lose points. What do you think I should do?"

Hermione was startled at her opinion being asked. "um, well, If he signed you up, without your permission, then I guess that means, He has to go, be cause he agreed to it. He can't accept contracts for you without the power of attorney."

Ronald, wore a stunned expression on his face, "What's 'Attorney'?"

Hermione was going to answer, When Harry stood up. "What she said is, Since you accepted the duel on my behalf, and without my permission, You get to duel Malfoy solo." Harry smirked, "Enjoy,"

'Don't you know how long I've been waiting for an excuse to go exploring. Think of all the blood we could get if we found the Slytherin dorms!'

Next morning, Gryffindor had lost 20 points, thanks to Ron, who was now spouting off a story about a Three-headed Dog on the third floor. Malfoy couldn't believe his eyes when he saw that Harry and Ron were still at Hogwarts.

On Halloween morning they woke to the delicious smell of baking pumpkin wafting through the corridors. Even better, Professor Flitwick announced in Charms that he thought they were ready to start making objects fly, something they had all been dying to try since they'd seen him make Neville's toad zoom around the classroom. Professor Flitwick put the class into pairs to practice. Harry's partner was Seamus Finnigan (which was a relief to Hadrian, because Ronald had been trying to catch his eye). Ronald was to be working with Hermione Granger. It was hard to tell whether Ron or Hermione was angrier about this.

"Now, don't forget that nice wrist movement we've been practising!" squeaked Professor Flitwick, perched on top of his pile of books as usual. "Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important, too - never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said 's' instead of 'f' and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest."

It was very difficult. Harry got it rather quickly, but Seamus swished and flicked, but the feather he was supposed to be sending skyward just lay on the desktop. Seamus got so impatient that he prodded it with his wand and set fire to it - Harry had to put it out with his hat. Ronald, at the next table, wasn't having much more luck. "Wingardium Leviosa!" he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill. "You're saying it wrong," Harry heard Hermione snap. "It's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the 'gar' nice and long."

"You do it, then, if you're so clever," Ronald snarled. Hermione rolled up the sleeves of her gown, flicked her wand, and said, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Their feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads. "Oh, well done!" cried Professor Flitwick, clapping. "Everyone see here, Miss Granger's done it!"

Ronald was in a very bad mood by the end of the class. "It's no wonder no one can stand her," he shouted, "she's a nightmare, honestly. "

Someone knocked into Harry as they hurried past him. It was Hermione. Harry caught a glimpse of her face - and was startled to see that she was in tears.

Hermione didn't turn up for the next class and wasn't seen all afternoon. On their way down to the Great Hall for the Halloween feast, Harry overheard Parvati Patil telling her friend Lavender that Hermione was crying in the girls' bathroom and wanted to be left alone.

A thousand live bats fluttered from the walls and ceiling while a thousand more swooped over the tables in low black clouds, making the candles in the pumpkins stutter. The feast appeared suddenly on the golden plates, as it had at the start-of-term banquet.

Harry was just helping himself to a baked potato when Professor Quirrell came sprinting into the hall, his turban askew and terror on his face. Everyone stared as he reached Professor Dumbledore's chair, slumped against the table, and gasped, "Troll - in the dungeons - thought you ought to know."

Hadrian piped up. 'Hermione, She doesn't know about the troll! we need to get her!'

Harry muttered under his breathe, "She'd better appreciate this." He ducked through some of the emptier corridors until he was on the way to the girl's bathroom.

'Hurry up or we'll never make it!'

"Well, you take over then!"

Harry could feel the smirk in Hadrian's tone. 'I'll want a reward for this...'

Hermione was washing her face in the sink. She'd started feeling hungry a few minutes ago and was gong to head for the feast. as she was finishing up she heard a grunt from outside the toilets. wondering what was going on, She opened the door, to suddenly see a twelve foot tall mass of muscle and fat looking at her with beady eyes. she screamed. Then, suddenly something blurred into her, and carried her away from the troll and put her down, before slamming back into to the troll at high speed. The troll keeled over and the blur was still, Hermione got a good look at the thing that saved her, He was paler than normal, and his hair was tamed rather that messy but he looked like, "Harry?"

The being turned around, revealingly the blackened whites of it's eyes and eerie green glow of it's irises. His canines were elongated and there was a feral gleam in his eyes.

"Actually I prefer Hadrian. Harry is my weaker self."

Hermione looked stunned at her saviour. "Why did you save me? and w-w-what are you, anyway?"

The feral gleam disappeared, but a smirk replaced it. "I saved you because I like you. So does Harry, but he struggles immensely with showing his emotions. I've been egging him on to make friends with you for weeks, but he seems to think that you won't like him, and is terrified of you."

'Don't let her find out about us, seriously don't. If she knows then she'll tell the teachers, and we'll be expelled. speaking of which, those teachers will find that troll and if you stand here gloating, we'll be caught for sure!'

"Fine, we'll leave now. Spoilsport, just when I was seducing the cute girl." He turned to Hermione, "He always ruins my fun you know. let's get back to the dorms.He picked up the startled girl again, and blurred to the Gryffindor dorms, before reverting back to Harry.

"What on earth is with this school? Are Cerberus's and Trolls normal for magic schools?" he exclaimed.

Hermione was rather quiet the next day, and spent most her time in the library. After dinner, She grabbed Harry, and pulled him aside into an empty classroom.

"I give up. What are you?"

Harry, startled, replied quickly. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, I've looked up every single creature in the books I could find, and none of them are what you are. The closest I've found is a vampire, and even then there are things that are not adding up. So?"

Harry sighed, this could be difficult. "I'll have to swear you to secrecy."

Hermione immediately interjected, "Done. I won't even tell the teachers."

Harry looked at her. "You were right to go down the vampire route. The only problem is that there are three different species of Vampire."

"Three? The books only mention two."

"The books are outdated. There have been three species since Halloween 1980."

"How?"

Harry started pacing. "Near as I can tell, some Muggles got there hands on a sample of vampirism, Probably Transylvanian strain, and started playing around with it in a lab. Somehow it got out"

Hermione was startled, "How?"

"Don't know, all I know is, I contracted the modified strain, exactly one year ago. The goblins did a scan of me, While I'm the 'other' me, exposure to garlic or sunlight will turn me back, though I am building a resistance. I'm also not in control of my body, when I'm him."

"Who is he, anyway?"

"Near as I can tell, He's the main drawback of my kind of vampirism. It's some form of Dis-associative Identity Disorder. According to the goblins, If I turn anyone, It's likely that they get some version of him, too."

Hermione bit her lip. "What does he think of me?"

'I think that she should let me turn her, so that you two can date properly. As it is, you have a part of your life that she doesn't share. yet.'

Harry blushed, "T-that's not important,"

As a result of Hadrian's rescue of Hermione, Harry and his vampiric counterpart started hanging around her more. Hadrian was allowed to show himself to Hermione, though he flirted heavily with her. Hermione often blushed around Harry, thanks to those comments. In the meantime, Harry and Hadrian shared what they knew about the third floor corridor, with Hermione.

"You are not going anywhere near that corridor."

"Why not? If you can go?"

"I am a somewhat immortal Vampire derivative. YOU are a squishy human. Besides, Harry would never forgive me if you got hurt."

Hermione pondered this for a moment. "What if you turn me?"

Hadrian glared at her. "Don't tell Harry, but I am not certain that I can turn you. I'll experiment on some people who are expendable. but you are not getting turned any time soon. Soonest would be after Christmas."

Hermione pouted.

Sticking together, Harry and Hermione became rather good friends, but soon Christmas holidays were coming. Hadrian suggested to Harry that they go home for the holidays.

'If we go home, we can experiment with turning people, before we turn Hermione.'

"Why are we going to turn Hermione, anyway?"

'Because you need an equal partner. Hermione is just as, if not more so, intelligent as you, and She has already asked if I can turn her. I expect that she'll become a brilliant vampiress.'

"Fine."

After arriving in london, Harry put on a thick black hood and cloak and made his way through diagon alley. turning down a sidestreet, Hadrian took over, giving his eyes a brilliant avada green glow. watching the main street, he was trying to get eye contact with a passerby. spotting an blonde girl drifting a good distance away from her parents, he enthralled her, and got her to follow him into the alley.

Daphne Greengrass was having a rather bad day. Her Father was pushing to get her betrothed to one of the Trolls of Slytherin, and she was forced to come along, so they could 'inspect' her. frustrated, she swept the alley, before catching sight of a rather attractive green glow.

'I should inspect that glow.'

Turning down the alley, she follow the cloaked being further down, be her turned on her and made eye contact with those amazing green orbs of his. She shyly smiled at him, and he smirked in return.

'I should really expose my neck to him.'

Suddenly Daphne felt a sharp pain in her neck, that soon went numb. her eyes started to flutter shut and her breath became deep and panting as a sensation of euphoria ran through her. Just before she lost consciousness entirely, she felt something being held to her lips.

'DRINK!'

Hadrian picked up the unconscious blonde and made his way to the room he'd rented at the cauldron. Now, it was time to see the results of his experiment.

An hour after she'd been ambushed, Daphne returned to consciousness. Her body ached all over and her neck was particularly sore. She rolled up, looking about the room and found herself fully clothed in the bed. Startled at the sudden change in scenery, she tentatively called out.

"H-h-hello? Is anyone there?"

'Well, I'm here now, dearie, and wow, is it fun to be in existence!'

"W-who are you? Where are you? What do you want from me?"

The voice smirked. 'I'm you sweetie. now let's see about finding that delightful young man who turned us. I'd like to thank him.'

Daphne felt her blood go cold. "Turned?"

The door to the room swung open and a cloaked ffigure strode into the darkened room. The glowing green eyes revealed his familiarity to her.

"Yes, turned. You're a vampire now, girlie. Now if you don't mind could I speak to your other self?"

The feeling of being relegated to a passenger in one's own body was a disturbing on for Daphne. Her figure filled out, baby fat replaced with wiry muscle, her irises released a blue glow as her whites darkened to black. Her skin before was pale, but now was a pure white. Her canines elongated and her hair paled a shade as her lips reddened. The vampiress looked on the newcomer appreciatively.

"May I have you name, good sir?"

"I, " spoke up the vampire, dramatically " am Hadrian. My other self goes by Harry. You, mi'lady?"

Daphne felt her body move seductivly towards the vampire.

"My other self goes by Daphne. I will go by... Delphi."

"Pleased to meet you, Delphi. I am pleased to see that my experiment was a success. Could you please let me speak to your weaker self? There's something I need to do."

The vampiress gave a slight nod. "Yes master."

Daphne was put back in control, regaining the colour in her skin and hair.

"Why did you do this to me?"

"I needed to see if I could turn someone. It's nothing personal, girl, but know that your sacrifice has allowed me the freedom to turn my other self's most dear friend."

Hadrian stared deep into her eyes.

"We can't have you releasing any information about me. So," He triggered his compulsion, being an older vampire, even by only one year, meant that he easily overrode her will, "You will go home to your Guardians and you will enthrall them, along with anyone else living in your house. You will tell no one of me, and you will enthrall anyone who notices any difference in behaviour. And now, you will sleep"

When Daphne awoke for the second time, she realized that the room was empty. Getting up, she left the room she found that she was in the leaky cauldron, and that it was nearing dinner time. She went to the floo, took a hand full of powder, and flooed back home.

Arriving to an angry father.

"How dare you wander off! I put far to much into these betrothal contracts, and you ruin them by disappearing!?!"

Daphne was fighting the compulsion to enthrall her father with everything she had, but it wasn't enough.

'Just give in deary, let me handle the nasty old man!'

Delphi came to the forefront, and their shared body changed into their vampiric counterpart. Alexander Greengrass saw this but was immediately enthralled.

Delphi spoke "Bring every one in the house here, minion. I require more thralls!'

Alexander made his way to his wife and other daughter, sending them to the sitting room, His wife was also quickly enthralled, but Astoria, saw the pale Delphi and whispered in fear and disbelief "Daphne - ?" before she, too was enthralled.

After restoring the enthrallment on the Dursleys, Harry and Hadrian quite enjoyed their Christmas holiday. On Christmas day, a unremarkable owl arrived, carrying a small parcel, intrigued, Harry opened it revealing a long grey cloak.

'A cloak? Who sent you it and why? And maybe we should have it checked for enchantments.'

Harry picked up the cloak, and soon found the letter that came with it.

'Harry, your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it is returned to you. Use it well.'

The letter was unsigned.

Hadrian of course mandated that this meant that He should have it scanned immediately, preferably by the goblins. Harry reluctantly agreed.

Making his way to the teller, Harry asked for a curse breaker.

"And why," The goblin sneered, "do you need a curse breaker?"

"Someone sent me a cloak and claimed that it was my father's. I need to have it checked for curses."

The Goblin pressed a rune on his desk and spoke, "send curse breaker Weasley, deduct cost from potter trust."

'Weasel! Run!'

Harry marshaled up the will to stay, before, Hadrian took over. Soon a man with long red hair in a pony tail, and a dragon tooth earing came forth.

"What is the problem young man?"

"I received this cloak in the mail, and the letter was unsigned. I think its cursed."

Bill smiled condensendingly and sent a revealing charm at the cloak, the runic array appearing changing that smile into a worried frown. He saw a near by goblin and grabbed him.

"Can you take this to the thieves downfall then come back? Thanks Grip-Hook." He turned to Harry. "Who on earth are you, that someone would try to have a triggered imperius cast on you?"

Harry looked surprised, "Imperius? whats that?"

Bill Weasley sighed. "Nasty curse. Takes control of the mind of the victim. its use on humans result in several years in Azkaban."

Harry nodded. "I'm Harry Potter. Here's the letter that came with it. Is the anything on that?"

Bill scanned the letter, coming back clean, then looked at the handwriting, eyes going wide.

"T-t-the handwriting, that's Dumbledore's!"

Needless to say, Harry and Hadrian were both disturbed by that statement.

Soon, it was time for Harry to return to school. He'd spent the time well, keeping up with his homework, testing his vampiric powers, and letting Hadrian of his metaphorical leash to hunt criminals.

Arriving at ten o'clock at platform 9 and 3/4, Harry soon found an unoccupied compartment. At 10:15, Hermione arrived and she soon found Harry, settling in with him.

"Well? Did you test if you could turn someone?"

Harry blinked at that.

"How on earth did you know that Hadrian turned someone?"

Hermione was impatient.

"He told me he was going to."

Harry huffed at that.

"He turned some girl named Daphne. Complete success including the split personality. Why did he tell you that?"

'I told her, because I didn't want to risk her. As it is there is no risk, as far as we know. I'll turn her before we reach Hogwarts.'

"Risk her? What are you" Hadrian took control 'talking about?'

Hermione saw this interaction and wasn't impressed.

"You didn't tell him I ask for you to turn me?"

"He is incredibly shy, and also noble and self sacrificing. He wouldn't have let us have any fun. Now if you don't mind..."

Hadrian's glowing eyes met Hermione's and he applied his compulsion.

Hermione relaxed immediately, exposing her neck. Hadrian smirked.

"Thank you, My 'Mione,"

He bit down and started the turning process, Hermione let out as small gasp as his fangs me her neck, and relaxed further as he started drinking her blood. After a few sips, he released her neck, and bit his wrist, offering it to Hermione.

"Drink."

Hermione was rather drowsy under the effects of the compulsion and being drained, that she took the wrist and started sipping with no fight, before falling unconscious.

When Hermione awoke, It was to Hadrian, and an unknown blonde Slytherin girl arguing with each other.

"How dare you turn me into a monster! Why the hell did you do this to me!"

"Nothing personal, and look on the bright side: You'll be nearly impossible to kill now."

The girl was red in the face and was about to start crying.

"You made me enslave my sister! She was the only good thing about my family and you took her from me!"

"If you are referring to the compulsion i gave you to keep yourself and your other safe, then no need to thank me. Just doing my job as a Fledgling's sire."

The girl looked to burst into another rage at that, when Hermione's vampiric counterpart made her self known.

"You do realise that the compulsion will wear off if not regularly applied? So long as you stay away from them for a few weeks, they'll be back to normal in no time. or what counts as normal for an inbred bitch like you."

Hadrian and the girl turned to look at the other occupant of the compartment. Hermione's complexion had paled, such that it now had a light blue tinge to it, her ears had sharpened to a tip and her eyes were glowing amber in a field of black. Her hair had lost its bushyiness and now had a very slight red tinge to it. Her nail had sharpened to claws and her body had filled out. Her deep red lips drew attention to her mouth, which now featured four sharp fangs.

The girl looked at her with hope, ignoring the insult, "she'll return to normal?"

The Vampiress gave her a condensending look. "No the only way to fix her is to make her one of us. Of course she'll be fine!"

The girl sighed with relief, "Thank you. I'm Daphne Greengrass. You are?"

"Hermione. And you will refer to my other self as 'Mione, She seems to think that she should have first claim. I think not!"

Hadrian gazed at her with adoration. "Milady, I think we had better revert to our weaker forms. We are almost at the school, and it will be harder to go by unnoticed if we look like this."

Hermione nodded her head. "Very well. I do hope that we will be able to survive the vampire hunter of a defence teacher."

Harry and Mione returned as the vampires receded. Daphne took one look at Harry's face and gasped.

"You're Harry Potter!"

Harry groaned.