(Chapter done by Mourningstar13)

Harry's POV

The boy's face was pale, and gaunt, as if he rarely saw the sun. Which made sense, of course, if he were a vampire. He leaned forward, and flashed some sharp-looking teeth in a crazy grin, and leaned forward.

"Why, hello there, looks like I've got some visitors."he said, giving each of us a predatory glance, I think even Hagrid gave a little shiver.

"What are you doing here? Unless you plan on letting me feed on you, which would be graciously welcomed. By me, of course. Not by you. You'd be dead." the boy babbled, giving me a pointed glance. I got the feeling he was teasing, he didn't really want to kill me, but at the same time I got the feeling that this boy could, if he wanted to. Like he'd killed before, and was prepared to do it again.

Hermione and Ron both stepped forward, and raised there wands and pointed them at the vampire very pointedly.

"I wouldn't be so cheeky, if I were you. You're not killing anyone, I've heard you don't need human blood, just like it. And you know whose the one locked up, not able to call their vampire buddies to help them out? Not us." Ron said bravely, somehow managing to look the vampire in the eye.

"Yeah," said Hermione, stepping forward beside Ron. "You'd better behave. We only came here to see you, anyways. Not hurt you, or anything. So back off." I was touched, but really, I didn't need this. I mean, I could defend myself, fight my own battles. And the vamp was locked up, it couldn't hurt anyone!

The vampire looked briefly at the wands, looking as if he had only just understood that they really could be dangerous. His stony expression dropped for a second, and was replaced very briefly by one of fear, and annoyance, as if he faced death daily, and didn't like the fact that there was another weapon that could kill him. The vampire was only a little older than us, or at least that's what it looked like, and I felt a pang of sympathy for him that I quickly shook off. This boy-vampire-had killed people.

"Hey, alright, I'll be cool if you will. No need to play Kill-The-Vampire, right?" He said nervously. His earlier look of maliciousness had been placed by one of...cunning? As though he had just had an idea...

After establishing some sort of peace, Hagrid left, leaving us a bright oil-filled lantern. He expected us to go back to the castle, it was curfew now, but we didn't. I needed to find out what the vampire knew. There was a strong chance that Voldemort was recruiting the vampires to join his army, and I needed to know what side this guy was on, or even if he's been approached yet.

The vampire began to speak, in a much kinder and more normal tone than before.

"Sorry about that, I'm just incredibly bored and it's fun to scare off visitors. But, due to the fact that y'all aren't running away in fear very well, I guess that means I should act normally." The vampire gave us a comradely grin. Hermione and Ron began to relax a little, and so did I, despite my wariness.

"So, tell me all about vampires. Not a lot is known about you, you know, because you look like regular humans. Were you born as a vampire, or were you...changed?" Hermione asked him, a little awkwardly, full of eagerness to learn. Ron and I sniggered a bit, but we were just as curious as she was. We leaned forward a little bit, ready to hear this guy's story.

Darren's POV

I had to tell them something. Problem was, I didn't really know what the wizards or whatever knew about vampires. I went with the customary approach.

"What's your name?" Ah, the confused look on people's faces when you answer an awkward question with something totally random. Priceless. Also very distracting, as they were trying to figure out why I'd asked that right then. Worked every time.

The black haired one answered with a confused look on his face. "Um, I'm Harry Potter, that's Ron Weasely," he nodded at the red-haired one," and Hermione Granger." He pointed to the girl with bushy hair who'd been threatening me earlier. I respected them for that, they really were devoted to their friend.
"Um, why do you ask? Will you tell us about vampires?" "Hermione" asked. I didn't really like her, she was kind of bossy, and snooty, too, like she expected people to d what she said just because she asked.

"So, y'all do magic? That's cool." Oh. Powned. They obviously could tell that they were going nowhere with this, and shrugged it off. They'd learn about it in a lesson, anyways. Yeah. Right.

"Um, yeah, it is cool... what's your name? How old are you?" Common question, but I decided to lie. If I told them my name, and someone asked if I'd been here, they'd say yes, and the vampaneze would know where I was. I also didn't want them to know that vampires lived longer than ordinary humans.

"Um, I'm 15. My name is Dracula. You can call me Drake." Yes, I said Dracula, I had to. The looks on their faces after I said that!

"Dracula."

"Call me Drake."

All four of us looked at each other for a moment, and then burst into hysterical laughter, me included. Whenever we tried to stop laughing, we would just think 'Dracula' and crack up all over again. By the time we finished, tears were pouring down our faces, and I was pretty sure I'd busted a rib. I decided to see what all I could get them to buy.

"Um, yeah, my name really is Dracula. When a vampire is turned, their vampire name is replaced with a human one. I haven't been called my human name in years." They looked like they actually believed me! This was great!

"And your really only fifteen? I thought vampires lived forever!" said Ron, who told us they were all thirteen.

"Yup, a lot of stuff about vampires is just a myth. We're not evil, or anything. I don't think there's a vampire alive that has ever betrayed anyone, or something like that." Not a lie. Vampires prided themselves on loyalty and courage, why would we throw that away to become evil? Kurda was dead, and I said"vampire alive"

They gave me a look like they doubted this, and the raven-haired boy, Harry, gave the other two a quick, cautious glance, and said

"Have you ever heard of anybody that is completely evil, that likes to torture and kill people? Does this ring a bell, at all? If your completely good, you would probably have heard if someone was doing something like this." He said. I sincerely doubted that, I could tell he suspected me of colluding with this guy or something.

At the words "completely evil" however. My mind couldn't help but flash to Mr. Tiny. There was no man eviler than that meddler. They wouldn't, couldn't, know about him though, so I lied.

"Um, no, that's a weird question to ask. Why, is there some bad guy or something roaming around?" I said, a little to quickly. They all shared a suspicious look.

"Yes, His name is...Lord Voldemort." He looked gravely at me, probably expecting me to jump or something at the mention of his name, or some other way of giving myself away. I hadn't heard of Lord Voldemort, but that could just be one of Mr. Tiny's alibi's, so I continued to keep quiet. Kinda.

Well, I burst out laughing.

"Lord Voldemort? That's a new one. That has got to be the STUPIDEST name on the face of the planet. His parents must have hated him to name him that!" I doubled over and laughed loudly, attracting the attention of one of the teachers, not Hagrid. It was the stern-looking from before.

"What are you doing out at this time of night?" It's ten o'clock, lady. Get over it. Really.

"20 points from each of you for skipping curfew! And ten more for talking to a vampire! They're dangerous!" She ushered them off, earning my death glare. Harry turned around briefly as she was leading them away.

"See ya...Dracula." He smirked, and I started laughing all over again.

Maybe this wouldn't be that bad.