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. (1st scene is a copy from an earlier test chapter)

Scene 1:

"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."

Scene 2:

"What exactly are you doing?" Dean Thomas asked as he and Seamus walked along with Harry.

Harry Dracula was far from what they were originally expecting when it came to the son of the legendary Count Dracula. Firstly, he hadn't murdered them all in their sleep and showed no signs of doing so yet. Secondly, he was actually a pretty chill individual and seemed happy to play all sorts of games with them. Dean was happy to also finally find someone who enjoyed football as well. Most nearly everyone in the Gryffindor common room had become used to him, with the exception of those like Neville who was still pretty terrified but was slowly warming up to him. The others like Ron, still hated him as they firmly believed that this was all just a ploy for him to lure them into a false confidence and then bite their necks.

"I'm trying to decide on who I should take as my future brides," Harry said whilst looking a list.

"I'm sorry. Did you say 'brides' as in multiple wives?" Seamus blinked.

"My father used to have three, it'd be embarrassing if I had less than that," Harry said with a shudder.

"Used to have three?" Dean repeated.

"Oh, well one of them was a bit aggressive and tried to eat me so Father removed her head and burnt her to ashes," Harry said casually, not noticing the looks on their faces as he was too busy looking at his list. "Anyway, he advised me that it'd be best to try and get a variety of girls. For blondes, I'm thinking Daphne Greengrass in our year,"

"The ice queen?" Dean blurted out.

"I don't know why everyone calls her that, she's always been pleasant to me," Harry frowned.

"That's because you're a badass, famous and incredibly attractive vampire," Seamus pointed out.

"I am attractive," Harry agreed. "I suppose I could have Fay Dunbar for the black haired girls or maybe one of the Patil twins, perhaps Hermione for the brown-haired girls if I decide to separate brown and black," He said thoughtfully.

"Let's not mention this to Ron," Seamus whispered to Dean who nodded.

"As for redheads, Susan Bone is nice but it'd also be quite fun to mess with Ron and go out with his sister," Harry said thoughtfully.

"Definitely don't tell Ron," Dean said to Seamus.

"Oh, but I could just go out with all three chasers, they have different hair colours," Harry realised. "Tonks is also a shape shifter so that will be useful. Hmm, maybe I could put Draco's mother in for blondes,"

"He has good taste at least," Dean said to Seamus who agreed instantly.

Scene 3:

"Father," Harry tapped Count Dracula's shoulder as the Count sat in his chair in the tent that they were renting for the world cup.

"Yes, son?" Count Dracula asked, looking up from his book.

"Some death eaters are attacking and I'm feeling a little peckish," Harry told him. "You want to come and get a bite to eat?"

"I am quite busy," Count Dracula frowned. "Do you think you could bring one back for me?"

"Sure, no problem," Harry grinned at him before walking off.

"Thank you, Harry, you're the best." Count Dracula called just before Harry left the tent.

Once Harry was out his eyes narrowed and turned into a bright red, his fangs extended and his hand nails sharpened as his skin became slightly paler. He breathed in, hundreds of scents flying into his nose. With his enhanced senses, it didn't take him long before he found the death eaters. With a grin he rushed forwards and turned into a bat, flying forwards through the forest until he reached a couple of death eaters being held off by a blonde girl. He landed and transformed into a werewolf, running forward and slamming his teeth around the closest death eater's neck. Once he had done that he'd transformed to normal and leapt at the next one, sinking his teeth into the man's neck. The man screamed and cried as all the blood in him was rapidly drained, Harry made sure to be careful to not turn the man as the last thing he wanted was a death eater vampire following him around.

Once he was done, he looked up with his blood covered face to the pretty girl that was staring at him with horror, the allure coming from him let him know that she was a veela.

'Another potential bride'. He thought.

A.N: For this story, I do plan to have it be a mix of serious and light hearted. As for the pairing for this story, it'll be voted on if I ever get around to making it.