Symphonic Relations

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling; Castlevania to Konami.

Author's notes: Ugh, I can't believe I'm writing this _

Harry Potter stared down at the letter in his hand, before turning his attention to fierce looking horned owl glaring down at him. Glancing over the letter once more, Harry raised a newly 14 year old brow and couldn't help but comment, "Shouldn't you be a bat?"

Immediately ruffling its feathers indignantly, the howl let off an indignant chuff as it glared down at the boy in front of it.

Chuckling softly, Harry shrugged for a moment before slowly, carefully reading over the letter in a bit more detail. Pursing his lips again, Harry shook his head before glancing over at Hedwig, showing her the letter. "What do you think girl?"

The snowy white owl shifted slightly before peering down at the letter for a moment, her head shifting slightly to the side. After a moment, she slowly drew back, before ruffling her feathers in imitation of a shrug. A moment later a soft hoot escaped her beak, as if to say, 'Why're you asking me? I'm just an owl, what do I know?'

"Well, I'm just a boy, what do I know?" Harry shot back before looking at the still annoyed looking horned owl. "So, when's he showing up?"

A sudden, heavy knock sounded through the air, reverberating all the way up to the room in which he was locked, causing Harry to jump slightly in surprise. Looking over at the suddenly straightened horned owl, his brow rose slightly. "I take it that's him?"

Sighing softly, Harry shook his head before slowly standing up and stretching out as he yawned slightly. "Well, almost anyone would be better than the Dursleys... I hope he's right about Mum being adopted."

For a few minutes, nothing could be heard, before suddenly there was a heavy stomping on the stairs before the heavy clicks of locks could be heard. When then finished the door was suddenly flung open as a flustered and sweating Vernon Dursley glared down at him. For a moment, then man said nothing, merely turning a most unnatural shade in his ire before he thrust a meaty hand towards the stairs.

"There's… There's one of those freaks like you down stairs asking for you, boy. Make him go away, NOW!" The man was growling softly, his voice stammering with a flood of emotion before he noticed the second owl in the room. "ANOTHER one of those freakish beasts?!"

Harry blinked back at the man slightly, before lightly shrugging as he looked at his Uncle. "You do realize that if he is like me, and is a grown man, he doesn't have any restrictions on using magic on you, right Uncle Vernon?"

As the man paled visibly, Harry offered up a neutral look. "That means, if he wants to hex you for insulting him, he's quiet capable." The boy paused a moment before he glanced over at the letter on the bed. "Of course, if he's who I think he is, a simple hexing would be the least of your worries."

"You… just go downstairs and get him out of my house!"

"Sure, 'Uncle' Vernon," Harry responded simply before slipping past the bloated man, and walking down the stairs to meet the man waiting for him.

He wore an elegant black business suit as he stood with a calm, almost regal bearing, his long, straight black hair combed, neatly as it fell past his shoulders. His skin was almost unnaturally pale, seeming almost grey in its tone as he arched an elegant brow up on his face. Pale, almost silvery eyes studied Harry for a moment, before a slight, ghost of a smile passed those lips.

"Harry I take it?" There was a trace of an accent in his words, barely hinting at somewhere at eastern European.

The boy nodded in turn as he studied the man in front of him carefully, before warily offering up his own guess, "Adrian Belmont?"

"Received my letter I take it?" The man offered his words with a slight little smile as he studied the boy carefully.

"Yes Sir." Harry nodded as he shifted lightly where he stood. "Though, I have to admit, I'm a bit… Leery of believing you, all things considered."

"Yes, I do understand, it was a trying year for you, wasn't it?" Adrian smiled slightly before he would flick his attention disdainfully towards Vernon Dursley. "And you haven't had the best examples of what your family should be."

"I'm afraid not, Sir." Harry responded quietly, offering the man a slightly apologetic look.

"Not to worry." Adrian waved his hand slightly. "Fortunately, I saw that this might be an issue, so I have… recruited one of your parents' friends to accompany us while the truth of what I said is verified."

"Who?" Harry blinked slightly in surprise, before finally Vernon Dursley could hold himself in restraint no longer.

"Now, see here, who do you think you are, coming into my house, and… and…" Vernon Dursley sputtered his face burning as his eyes almost seemed to bulge out of his head.

For a moment, the man called Adrian turned his head, merely, glaring with those pale, cold orbs at the man, before he spoke. "I am someone, and something, that you should tread lightly around, Dursley." He paused a moment, studying the bloated figure for a moment before snorting slightly. "Rather difficult for you I'm sure, but you'd do best to watch yourself."

"You…you…" The man practically quivered in rage before Adrian sighed slightly and turned his eyes to Harry.

"We really must get you away from these cretins." Adrian noted casually. "They're obviously having a detrimental effect on your development."

"Well, since there hasn't been anyone else around to take me in, what with Sirius being falsely imprisoned and what not, I've been stuck taking what I can get." Harry countered with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

"Ah yes, Mr. Black." Adrian nodded his head, pale lips pursed for the moment. "I have some of my associates looking into his situation. From what I understand, there are a number of… irregularities, in his case."

Finally, unable to restrain himself any further, Vernon Dursley choose that moment to lunge at the expensively dressed man who had been so casually ignoring and insulting him. With no want in hand, Vernon had thought the man an easy target to overwhelm suddenly. It was quite a shock, when the man had almost casually caught his hand with his own, all without even looking at the man.

"Really, it's rather troublesome how far the magical world has fallen." The black haired man continued, without even looking at Vernon as he began to apply pressure to the man's bloated fist, ignoring the piggish squeal of pain that escaped his fat lips. "No trial, all assumptions? Tsk. That simply won't do."

"Um, are you really gonna continue doing that?" Harry asked hesitantly, eyes flickering over to where Vernon was on his knees, grasping at his wrist in pain.

"Hmm? Well, I was trying to make certain the messaged seeped in. It usually takes longer for the dumb ones to realize how much trouble they're actually in," Adrian responded with a casually squeeze on Vernon's hand for emphasis.

"I meant, are you really going to keep TOUCHING him? I mean…"Harry let his words trail off before he shrugged just a bit.

"Ah, too true," Adrian admitted before releasing the man's hand even as a soft crack could be heard outside the house. "And I do believe our escort is here."

"Harry?!" An almost panicked looking Remus Lupin quickly rushed into number 4 Privet Drive, his amber eyes glinting warily as his wand was drawn, a large black dog growling at his side. "What's going on here?!"

"I might've simply said in my letter that he was needed for something concerning your safety." Adrian admitted with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Professor." Harry grinned slightly back at the haggard looking man before the grin blossomed into a smile at the dog, "Snuffles."

Adrian's eyes grew distant for a moment, before he smiled slightly. "Ah I see. Snuffles."

"Harry, what exactly is going on here?" Remus practically demanded, his wand still leveled Adrian's bemused looking form.

"Um, how about we discuss this outside?" Harry offered helpfully as he gestured towards the still whimpering Vernon. "Wouldn't want to subject the Dursleys to anymore unnaturalness after all."

Nodding warily as Remus watched Harry walk up to the transformed Sirius Black, petting the dog atop his head. When said dog flashed the boy a slightly flat look, Harry grinned unapologetically and lead the three men out into the lawn. Once there, he took a slow deep breath before beginning to speak.

"Ok, this is Adrian Belmont…"

Instantly Remus seemed to jump, his wand again leveled at Adrian as his eyes grew hard and wary. Seeing this, another small smile crossed Adrian's lips and he chuckled softly. "Belmonts only hunt the creatures that would prey on humanity Mr. Lupin. Besides, I am only a Belmont by marriage, her name is quite preferable to my own."

Nodding reluctantly the werewolf slowly lowered his wand, but eyed the man with a heavy wariness. As Harry continued.

"…Who claims that my mother was actually adopted, and is her biological half brother." As he finished he could help but smile slightly at the sudden drop of both man and dog's jaws. "He wants to verify this claim, and asked Professor Lupin along to ensure its authenticity."

As the gobsmacked looks alternated between Adrian and Harry, the boy himself sighed slightly and grumbled just a bit. "You do know, I'm stuck listening to Hermione rattling on and on about this and that, right? Some of it DOES rub off."

"Perhaps, we can adjourn this meeting to Diagon Alley? Would a Gringotts test of blood relation work as proof?" Adrian offered up, a slight smile on his lips. "Oh, and please do try to keep from catching too many flies, hmm?"

Jaws snapping shut, werewolf and animagus stared once more before the black dog ruffled his fur with a slight growl at the man but nodded his acceptance. His lips twitching, Harry reached down, petting the dog once more atop his head as he looked at Adrian. "Don't mind Snuffles here, no one got around to getting him fixed. Maybe we could stop on the vet on our way back?"

Immediately the dog's hind quarters crossed as he let off a barking whimper, staring up at Harry with soulful, pleading eyes. Chuckling himself now, Remus chose to speak up. "Watch out, Harry, no one can pull off the puppy dog eyes like Padfoot here."

"What're you doing, freak?" A harsh, sneering voice called out as the two men, dog, and boy turned their head to see thick frame of Dudley Dursley and his friends stalking down the sidewalk. "Don't you know you and your fellow freaks aren't supposed to be out where normal people can see you?"

Harry immediately tensed up as he tightened his fingers into Padfoot's fur, his green eyes narrowing slightly. Before he could respond, he could feel a hand on each shoulder, Remus on one side, Adrian on the other as they regarded the boys carefully. Turning their heads, the men regarded once another slowly, a silent communication before Remus inclined his head to the man.

"Little boy." Adrian's words dripped with scorn as he glared down at the obese child. "As apparently your father has failed to teach you even the basest manners that every decent 'normal' society, I will overlook your rather contemptuous demeanor. However, if I learn you've made any attempt to further… instigate things with young Harry here… I will be MOST displeased."

A flash of crimson in his eyes immediately silenced whatever boasts or defiance as the man revealed a pair of suddenly fanged canines that gleamed lightly in the light. "Believe me… you would not want to see me displeased."

The boys took one look at man before they as one turned tail and ran, leaving a bemused looking Adrian to smile innocently at the rest of the group. "What?"

"It's simply… surprising to see a Belmont of all people displaying such things." Remus noted neutrally as he would lightly study the man in front of him. "And it doesn't exactly make me feel better about Harry's safety."

"The main Belmont line, and most of its cadet branches have had vampire blood in them since the 15th century." His lips quirked into a smile as he would smile down at Harry, his appearance returned to how it had been before once more. "It's simply something most have forgotten, or would never willingly admit."

"Well, I suppose such a famed family of hunters would see that as a bit of a… blemish." Remus allowed neutrally as Harry watched the play between the two men.

"Only to those who have lost themselves in the legend of our family, instead of it's truth." He paused a moment, frowning slightly as he sighed. "Which, seems more and more to be the case. It would seem the valiant blood of the Belmonts I have been so proud of, has grown thin and weak over time."

For a moment, Remus said nothing, studying the man with him before he would simply nod, his eyes troubled. "Shall we adjourn to Diagon Alley then? Harry?"

"Sure," Harry said softly, staring up at the man with wide, uncertain eyes, glancing towards Adrian next as he clung lightly to Padfoot.

-o-O-o-

"Is this going to hurt?" Harry asked quietly, the tone of his voice not exactly afraid, simply adverse to the thought.

"A bit, yes." Remus admitted as he would lay a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder. "It won't last long though."

A look of quiet resignation crossed the boy's face as he looked over at the sour faced goblin holding the knife a small empty basin. Sticking his hand out, he met the goblin's eyes and refused to flinch when he felt the blade pierce his skin. He refused to react to the trickle of blood he could feel welling up, then dribbling down into the container beneath it. With an impressed nod of his head, the goblin finally removed the blade, unmarked flesh marred only by the smear of blood.

Pulling his hand back, the boy wiped away the remaining blood on a near by towel that promptly reduced itself to ash, destroying the remainder of his blood. Turning his head he watched as the procedure was repeated for Adrian in the basin. After a moment, the goblin pulled out a few leafs of parchment before taking a bit of blood for each container and dropping them onto one sheet.

"This will reveal any blood relation between the two parties." The goblin stated formally as he looked at the group in front of him, before the dab of Harry's blood morphed into the simple word 'Nephew' while Adrian's became 'Uncle.' "Now that has been cleared up, will there be anything else?"

While everyone else stared at the resulting words, a look of smiling satisfaction dawning on Adrian's Remus dipped his wand into Adrian's blood, then with a whispered incantation, flicked it onto another of the pieces of parchment with a pulse of magic. The parchment immediately grew and expanded into a well branched and diversified family tree. While the rest of the room stared in shock, Remus repeated the process with Harry's blood, though the incantation was slightly different as he flicked the blood onto the parchment.

The family tree his revealed, was far smaller, simply showing the boy's parents and grandparents, but it seemed no less shocking. With a sigh of resignation Remus slumped down into an empty chair. Ignoring the slightly affronted outrage on Adrian's face Remus placed away his wand, before he spoke. "So, that's who you are."

"Um, Professor? Remus?" Harry spoke up tentatively what's all this…?"

"A heritage spell, Harry." Adrian supplied quietly as he looked suddenly tired himself as he took a seat on the opposite side of the room. "He cast a spell, with your blood and the parchment to reveal your heritage and in a way my own."

"Why's yours so much longer than mine then?" Something wasn't quite right about this, Harry was certain about that as his eyes turned from Adrian to Remus. "Remus?"

"His, only shows his parents, the rest… are his descendants." Remus reached down, lightly stroking Padfoot's head as he locked his amber eyes onto Harry's own. "He is Adrian Farenheights Tepes-Belmont. The husband of Sofia Belmont. The father of Trevor. The man known as Alucard, the half human son of Dracula."

The goblin had lost the stern superiority he'd worn before, and was now staring at Adrian in absolute terror. As a dawning realization hit him, the goblin turned his head and stared again at Harry. A quivering fear saturated the room, before Adrian smirked slightly and spoke up. "Need I remind you, goblin, that any information revealed in these proceedings is bound by oaths of privacy hm?"

"N-n-no, m'lord!" The goblin practically squawked his words as he stared wide eyed from one to the other. "A-a-all information, of, of these proceedings, is held, in the strictest c-c-confidence!"

"So good of you to remember." With a smooth smile on his lips, Adrian gestured towards the parchments and remaining blood, a ball of hell fire shooting out, incinerating it all in front of the still fear struck goblin, "That will be all we require of your services for now. You are dismissed."

As the goblin practically fled the room, Harry turned his confused eyes to the almost brooding Remus. "Professor… what's going on?"

"Yeah, Mooney." A restored Sirius Black added, his arms crossed as he looked down at his friend. "What IS going on?"

The werewolf leaned back and let loose a short, bitter laugh, before he shook his head. "The only way, for Lily to have been related to Adrian is if they shared the same father."

Realization dawned on Sirius' eyes as those cool grey orbs bugged out in shock. "Lils was…"

"A dhampyr." Adrian spoke up softly, his voice subdued as he leaned back against his couch. "After her mother died and my father… faded away, I left her with parents I knew would love and care for her. She grew up, normal, loved and in the light, knowing nothing of our father and his ways."

"Would someone please tell me what this all means?!" Harry demanded his emerald eyes flashing brightly for a moment as he glared at his parents' friends.

"It means Harry, that you're the grandson of one of the oldest, Darkest beings known to the Wizarding world." Remus said softly, his amber eyes shining slightly, glistening in the light. "That you are one quarter vampire."

Harry's face became as ash as he looked at Remus before his eyes darted over to Adrian, his body trembling before his voice could be heard whispering out. "Then, I really am a freak…"

Instantly he could feel his godfather's arms wrapped about him, pulling the boy close as he could feel the man shaking his head. "Never Harry! You're no freak. You're the son of two of the best people I ever knew. Your mum most of all."

"Heritage is only a part of who we are, Harry James Potter." Adrian spoke up, softly, his solemn voice somehow echoing around them. "We are still given choices as to what we make of that heritage. A choice, about who we will be. My mother and my Sonya helped me to find my choice, and for over 500 years I have stood against the darkness. Fighting where needed, aiding others."

"Finding pretty blonde lovers?" Remus offered up a tinge of dry humor in his voice.

Adrian glared slightly at the werewolf, before slightly nodding his head, "I will admit… in the centuries since my Sonya died… I have taken lovers."

"Well, then I guess that's understandable," Sirius admitted as he lightly elbowed Remus in the side. "Speaking as someone who spent 12 years, not even able to LOOK at a pretty face, I for one would love to be spending some quality time with..."

It was Harry's turn to elbow his godfather, as he gave the man a light little glare before looking over at Adrian, as he took a slow deep breath, then looked him in the eye. "So, what does all this mean for me?"

"Some magics might come easier to you than others, some might be harder. I honestly... don't know the full extent of what you're capable of," Adrian admitted quietly, his lips pursed for a moment as he regarded the boy carefully. "My son, the only other I've ever known like you, never awoke much of anything of his heritage. He could use some magics, just as all his line could, holy relics, designed to banish creatures of the dark."

For a moment, Adrian's eyes grew distant, a sad, soft smile on his lips. "He was stronger, faster for his size that he should have been, but that was about all of it." He shook his head for a moment, before looking seriously at Harry. "The relics he carried, the weapon he bore might've had something to do with it, but, I honestly couldn't tell you."