(Chapter done by Mourningstar13)

Harry had decided to use veritaserum on Drake (a/n: Darren still hadn't told him his real name). It would work better than the dream regurgitation spell, and was much more direct. Harry asked a question and he answered. And if he had been made to forget something, then he would use Dormitisne, the spell that made you repeat your traumatic memories in your sleep even if you and been made to forget them.

Stealing it from Snape's potions hoard hadn't been all that difficult, with the help of the invisibility cloak and the marauder's map, which told him all the secret entrances, exists, passageways, etc. of the school.

Harry hadn't told Ron or Hermione about my plan. Not yet. He had tried to explain to them my reasons for not trusting Drake, how he had gotten a feeling when talking to him, a feeling that he could only describe as "a sense of impending doom". The pair of them had simply waved it away as paranoia, they apparently liked him and believed that he had only been joking when he had threatened me. As if.

Harry knew he needed to get hard evidence to convince them that Drake wasn't on or side, and to be honest he needed some my self. Harry felt paranoid, and was worried his methods were too extreme. However, it was too late to back out now.

Sighing silently Harry rolled over in bed, running over the plan in his head, making sure it was foolproof. Harry wouldn't have any more time to reflect on it really, as Hagrid had made sure his class always had him first period. Something about seeing his favorites in the morning (Hagrid wasn't a morning person) instead of people who made fun of him for his size and bulk.

The main problem in the plan would be getting Drake to drink the small, clear potion without his knowledge, due to the fact that, as a vampire, all he lived on was blood, animal blood too so it wasn't as if he could slip it into a cup of blood they gave him.

After consulting man books and making frequent visits to the library, arousing the suspicion of Ron, Hermione, and the librarian, none of which ever saw him go in the dusty old place. Hermione had also unwittingly given him help. She had mentioned that a new spell had been devised where you could use a muggle syringe and inject veritaserum into a prisoner's food and then question them. That way they couldn't fight it off, and made questioning much easier. However, this often took a longer time to work, up to half an hour (which was long by wizard standards)

This was the plan: Harry had noticed Drake wasn't looking to hot. This past week or so ( I know my time frame's wrong,let's just say Drake has been here about a month, and since he's a vampire can last longer without food and water) Drake had gained the look of a starved and desperate beggar. His cheeks and entire face was caved in. His skin hung off his muscles, and his bones were very easily visible and looked fragile. They must not have been feeding him right, but Drake never complained, never mentioned anything, and Harry wondered why. People had noticed, but had no idea what to do about it, except shoot accusing glances at Hagrid for killing his very rare test subject before they got information out of it.

Every day at noon one of the seventh year students (who were supposed to be extensively studying it, taking surveys and doing test, but weren't to his knowledge) aroused the vampire by chunking an apple at it and then releasing two male brown rabbits into his cage, which was sufficiently large enough to hunt in.

Harry was planning on injecting veritaserum into the two rabbits when they were given to Drake, telling Hagrid and everyone else it was a "cure", and then coming back during lunch, during the day, when the vamp was weak, and questioning him. Not foolproof, but rash, and impulsive, the type of plan where he would probably get caught and there was a slight element of danger, as there was no cure. It was his type of plan, thought Harry smiling to himself.

Harry got up before anyone else, deciding to go to Hagrid's instead of breakfast as he wouldn't have time to ingest Drake's rabbits during class without arousing someone's suspicions.

"Hi Hagrid." Harry said, a little nervously. He had always, and always will be, a bad liar, and hated lying to one of his friends, but every body thought Drake was this nice guy, but they were wrong, he knew it.

"How ya doin' Harry? Why aren' you at breakfast?" Hagrid asked conversationally while filling Fang's food bowl with meat. Fang had nearly gone crazy trying to kill all of the rabbits, so Hagrid had been keeping him on a tighter leash,so to speak.

"I'm good. Better than good, in fact." Here Harry tried to insert an excited smile and barely received a passing grade, though he didn't think Hagrid had noticed.

"I think I've found a cure for the vampire's sickness. I need to give something to the rabbits your feeding him, and hopefully it will all work out." Harry noticed the look on Hagrid's face at the "hopefully".

"Don't worry, if it doesn't work it wont harm him. The potion isn't dangerous at all." Harry said. But I might, I am. Harry thought malevolently.

"Sure." Hagrid said, and showed him the rabbits he had been planning on feeding Drake today and allowed them to be injected with veritaserum and the potion that makes it target Drake. There was no going back now. Harry thought, not sure about what the emotions were as he allowed himself to basically drug one of his "friends" for information. You gotta do what you gotta do.

The class with Drake had gone quite normally, considering it was our first class with him as the test subject. Well, normal until the sky turned red, everybody froze, Drake was released from his cage and a fat man started moving towards him.

(Y'all know what happened, so I'm gonna skip over the details) Harry listened on with confusion for a while, until he finally deduced that Drake needed something important, something called "the Broken Stone" and that he needed Harry to get it. Harry didn't like the way this sounded. Then the world started to break apart, while Harry desperately tried to awaken his friends before they evaporated, until finally he gave Drake that one last glare, before the pair of them dissolve or whatever. He remembered his last thoughts were that he just couldn't wait until he got to question Drake. All secrets would be revealed.