Plot: Dumbledore knows that Harry Potter is the saviour of the wizarding world and that he'll be needed in the upcoming future. The only problem was that Harry was no longer your average wizard. Vampire Harry. Multi-pairing.

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"This...this must be a mistake," Professor McGonagall sucked in a deep breath as she stared up at the horrifying castle in front of them. Dumbledore had asked her and Severus to accompany him to find Harry Potter. She had come gladly, unlike Severus who complained the entire time about all things Potter. She had come, wanting to know where exactly the son of her two favourite students was living. After all, he wasn't with the horrid muggle family that Albus had left him with, though she wasn't sure that this was all that better.

"The brat's here?" Snape blurted out.

"This must be a mistake," Professor McGonagall repeated.

"I'm afraid not," Dumbledore said in a stiff tone before walking forwards.

Half an hour later, after meeting some very intense guards, they found themselves sitting in what appeared to be a throne room. And sitting on that throne was a very interesting man. He was about six feet tall, dressed in a nice mixture of red and black clothes, clothes that were obviously very expensive. He had pale skin, dark black hair, a wicked grin on his face and was swirling a wine glass that was filled with blood.

"My...my...the great Albus Dumbledore honours me with his presence," He said in a light tone, giving them a warm smile. The three of them stiffened, they knew that smile was not a kind smile. It was a 'come close so I can rip out your organs' smile. "I must confess, I'm not quite sure why the three of you have decided to come and visit a simple little vampire like myself."

"Simple?" Dumbledore repeated in an amused tone, taking a great deal of effort to stop himself from scoffing at his words. The man before them was no simple vampire, they all knew exactly who he was. He was Count Dracula, the 'Prince of Darkness', 'The Consumer', 'The Bloodletter' and many more names. He was arguably the strongest and most feared vampire of all time. So deadly and dangerous he was that even the muggles had heard of him! Though they all now believe him to be nothing more than a folktale, a creature of someone's imagination. 'If only'. Dumbledore thought. "Humble too," He said lightly. "And the reason we are here is not actually for you, but rather one of the inhabitants of your castle."

"Oh?" Count Dracula asked, taking a sip from his glass. Once done, he smacked his lips and let out a happy sigh. "Oh, my sincere apologies, I should have offered. Would any of you like some? It's A positive, and positively delicious." He offered.

"No, thank you," Dumbledore said politely enough. "You know that we teach at Hogwarts, we are here to see about a potential student. I have it on good authority that Harry Potter lives here,"

"Is that what this is about?" Count Dracula let out a deep sigh. "I was wondering if you'd ever come for him, can't say that I'm surprised. Wizards like you never let things be." He said in an irritated voice before raising his head. "Harold!" He called, his voice booming loudly, causing the there teachers to wince. "Come down here!"

A moment later a large swarm of bats flew into the room, they circled around it twice before heading straight to Count Dracula. One lone bat separated from the group while the others flew away, the bat transformed in mid-flight and a young, eleven-year-old boy landed in front of him.

"You summoned me, Father?" He asked.

"Harry Potter?" Dumbledore gasped, causing the boy to turn around.

The boy was unnaturally pale, but apart from that he looked quite healthy for an eleven-year-old. He was dressed in far more casual clothes than Dracula, his hair was just as messy as James Potter's, and his face was almost an exact match for his biological father, though his features were sharper. His emerald-coloured eyes - the exact same eyes as his mother - contrasted against his skin, making them appear even brighter. His forehead had the signature lightning bolt scar that the whole wizarding world knew of and his neck had two faded puncture wounds.

"You're a bit past your sell-by-date, aren't you?" Harry said critically, staring at Dumbledore.

"Potter! Show some respect!" Snape blurted out, causing both Harry and Dracula's attention to snap towards him.

"I see why you called me, Father, it's time to eat!" Harry grinned, revealing a set of very sharp fangs.

"Mr Potter, we are not your food," Dumbledore said. "We're here to invite you to our school,"

"The name is 'Dracula', actually."

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"And I see you have some brides selected out, that's good," Dracula said as Harry reported his latest year at Hogwarts. "I'm quite proud of you, Son."

"Thanks, Dad," Harry said, wiping some blood off his face. "Still, the old fool is pissing me off."

"The little pissant is hardly old," Dracula scoffed.

"Whatever, anyway, you wanted to talk to me about something?"

"Yes," Dracula said in a serious voice. "I received a message, we are going to have a visitor soon. He wishes to discuss the Voldemort situation with us."

"What? Who?"

"The King of Vampires,"