Chapter: {Two)

"You're a what?"

Having spent as much time in the wizard world as he had, Harry was used to teleportation. Whatever Genya had used to get them from the Dursley's kitchen to this horse-drawn carriage riding along a dusty back road in (he assumed)Transylvania though, it wasn't quite like anything Harry had experienced before.

And then there was the fact that Genya just told him he's a vampire.

"Half-vampire, really," said Genya, who's hair was now inexplicably white and his clothes were now fancy 18th century garb, with a long flowing cape which was black on the outside, but the interior seemed to shift between black and red. "I am the son of a human woman and Dracula, lord of the vampires. And please, call me Alucard."

"Oh, right, of course," sneered Harry, although it was far from the most ridiculous thing he had heard in his lifetime. After all, he himself was the chosen savior of wizard-kind, the 'boy who lived' and whatever.

Hedwig circled angrily overhead. She didn't seem to want to come near the horses.

Ignoring Harry's tone, Alucard continued. "Dracula is evolved well and above what your concept of a vampire is, Harry. He's locked in a cycle of rebirth, in which humanity's corruption brings him and his castle back to the earthly plane every hundred years. Well," sighed Alucard, "roughly every hundred years. Very roughly."

"Um, okay," said Harry. He was trying to enjoy the scenery, but there wasn't much to enjoy, what with the miles and miles of dead trees all around them.

"Dracula is immensely powerful," Alucard continued. "He has unimaginable demonic powers, and even commands Death himself. But there has long been a bloodline, a human clan, with the power to overthrow Dracula and seal him away. They are the Belmonts, and they wield the legendary whip Vampire Killer."

Harry did a double take at the word "whip."

"Weird," he said, "I had a dream about a whip. I didn't really know what it was good for. I still don't really know what it's good for. What the hell is a whip going to do against some all-powerful demonic force?"

"It does plenty, Harry," said Alucard, "and it has defeated Dracula numerous times. But our last attempt at defeating him once and for all ended in failure, and the death of the last Belmont, Julius. Or at least, the last Belmont we knew of at the time."

"Let me guess, now," said Harry dryly, "turns out I'm actually the last Belmont and it's my destiny to destroy Dracula."

"Well... yes," Alucard responded somewhat hesitantly. "How did you..."

"This isn't my first time getting this whole 'you're the chosen one' speech. It's kind of an old hat."

"Oh," said Alucard. "Well, I suppose I can skip the part where I tell you that the Evans family was actually a splinter of the Belmonts in hiding..."

"Yeah, you can skip that part."

"Right then." Alucard cleared his throat. "We're almost there then."

"Almost where now?"

"Castlevania. The castle of Lord Dracula."

"Wait, what?"

"Oh, did I leave that part out?"

"Yes you bloody well did leave that part out!" Harry looked around for a place to safely leap out of the carriage, but it was simply moving too fast and the ground looked quite firm. "I thought maybe you'd want to train me for a few years. Like, seven maybe? Seven years seems to be the usual."

"There's nothing to train," said Alucard. "You're a Belmont."

"Well that's just fan-BLOODY-tastic. Hooray for me."

Alucard reached into the back compartment of the carriage. He pulled out a hefty wooden case and handed it to Harry.

"This case contains all you will need. Vampire Killer, some holy water, a cross, some daggers, a strange crystal that bounces off of walls but never really seems to go where you want it to..."

"Okay, um, why can't you do this? Why me?"

Alucard sighed heavily. "It's true that I have defeated my father in the past, but his power grows with his every return. I'm afraid at this point he is immune to all but the Vampire Killer, which only someone with the blood of a Belmont can wield."

"If only Vampire Killer can hurt him, what's all this other junk for?"

"Well, you will encounter his forces in the castle..."

"Forces?"

"...like zombies, skeletons, bats, ghosts..."

"ZOMBIES?"

"...all of which are vulnerable to everything in that case, not to mention his various generals, including the aforementioned Death..."

"DEATH!-?"

"...but you are a Belmont, and you will prevail," Alucard concluded with confidence.

"Well can't you help me with all that other stuff then?"

"I could," said Alucard. "But I probably won't."

"What? Why not!"

The carriage stopped abruptly at the gate of the largest, most foreboding castle Harry had ever laid eyes on. The palace was dark and angular, with towering spires all about, and Harry couldn't shake the feeling that the place was alive, and watching him.

"We are here," said Alucard. "Arm yourself."

And with that, Alucard transformed himself into a bat and flew off into the moonlight.

"WAIT!" Harry called after him. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

Grumbling, Harry picked up the wooden case and dismounted the carriage. "He could have at least taught me that bat trick before he left."

Pairing: Dracula/Harry Potter/Lord Voldemort

Warnings: Character Death, Violence, Sexual and Homosexual content, OOC, AU, OC, Vampire fic, more warnings to be added as they occur.

Comments: I forgot to mention that the first two chapters were almost exclusively written by my writing partner, RomanMaxwell. I gave him the plot and told him the direction I wanted the chapters to go, then I edited them lightly, but that's it. This one was half written by him as well, but I added a more significant amount to this one. The next chapter'll be mostly me, then after that it'll likely be all me with add-ins by him sometimes. (He's not really into teh slash. )