Harry Potter and the Vampiric Inheritance

AN:// Ok so this is my first ever posting on a fanfiction site o_0'.
This story is a multi-chaper but i dont really want to post all of what i've written so far unless you guys want me to because i dont think i can be consistant with my postings since this story is taking its time. Oh it should also be mention that i dont have a BETA or anything either so if there any mistakes in that sence please dont get mad just tell me and i'll change them.

I know what the main parts of the story are so i'll the you know of a few major warmings now so as not to offend:

MPREG will be involved later on/gay sex and all that can be included in foreplay/Violence/Dumbledore isn't particually liked by most of the main characters (although i dont make him evil)/ James Potter is not a good man in this/ The story starts at the end of Harry's fifth year (although Sirius doesn't die) and none of this story will relate to any of the books written after this (save for the Horcruxs)

Ok summary and then story time...

Summary: His father was a small minded fool, Dumbledore is no better and the people he hated just became family. Being sixteen just got harder, you come into your inheritance and find you belong to a race that has been battling with wizards for centuries and you’re the one that has to save the wizarding world. Coming to grips with this new revelation is actually easier than it looks…especially since he doesn’t have any dumeling riddles to work out.

The room was covered in darkness save for the dimly lit torches fixed to the walls. The group inside stood quietly, waiting for their leader. They stood with their heads held high and their hoods in place, all wearing the same robs; black with a silver trim.

Suddenly the double doors to the room opened sharply and a cloaked figure walked in; he also had black robes but the detail on his were in red, followed by two other men also wearing the black robes and their hoods up. The man sat down in the armchair awaiting him at the front of the group and his two most trusted followers took their place at either side of him, facing the large group. As one, the group and their leader took down their hood relieving themselves to each other once again.

“We will begin with your findings and then move onto what must be done. Who will start the proceedings?” The man crossed his legs and folded his hands in his lap. A tall man, with red hair that looked like blood itself, stepped forward and bowed his head in respect before giving the report.

“Gilson reporting from observations. We found the Weasley home to be secure enough, Arthur and Molly Weasley are blind followers but have his best interests in mind, and the children are clueless to everything.”

“Very good, once he finds out it will be easy enough to convince them then. The children are not that important.” He waved the man off and waited for him to step back into the group.

“Er…Sir? They are important to him…He finds strength in them. It would be wise to soften the blow…perhaps something could be worked out?” One of the men at his side stated.

There was a quiet pause as the man thought the point over.

“Very well, perhaps the Granger girl will be useful. Stouts, I want you to find all the necessary books the girl will find useful and take them to my study. Now back to the reports.”

The meeting continued for another hour before it was called to an end. Some had new assignments, others told to wait until they where called. Once everyone had left only three, the two most trusted and the leader, remained. The man cloaked with red detail sighed and stood from his chair. He walked over to the large, glass doors that lead to the balcony outside and watched as his followers left the safety of the wards and disapperated.

“What of the boy?”

“He…is still with his relatives. We checked the wards and are researching any weak points but we cannot get any closer than the garden wall and we cannot use any of our spy spells or charms within the whole area of the block of houses. We think the longer he stays there the stronger the wards…” The shorter of his two followers stopped speaking as he could see the man gripping the curtain to his left tightening with each aspect mentioned.

“Draco…Go rest for now.” The man ordered coldly. The shorter man bowed, even if it was not seen, and left without another word.

“Lucius…Tell me I did the right thing.” The only follower left leaned on the wall closest to him in a show of familiarity.

“Sire, we have been through this before. There was nothing else to be done. If word had gotten out you would have been discovered. If you had acted differently to what was expected we wouldn’t have got this far, as like me and Draco, Sometimes its better to just be what people want you to be until the time is right.”

The man by the window chuckled.

“If they only knew about our little group Lucius, if they only knew.”

^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Later that night

“So it’s agreed. At the beginning of term, next week, Draco will back off insulting him and relay my orders to the other Slytherin. Lucius will find Lupin and bring him here and I will place the necessary books in the library for Miss Granger to find, with a charm so that only she will see them.”

The three stood and nodded in agreement. As they walked to the door the followers fixed their hoods in place, and shook hands with their leader, saying their respected goodbyes and, the two followers, apperated straight from the hallway.

The lord of the house closed the door behind him and walked to the study, knowing that his followers where efficient and Stouts would have finished his small task by now.

Upon entering he saw a small stack of book and smiled, Granger would have a field day with those books soon enough. He walked over to the pile and checked through the titles.

Vampiric Blood-Coming of Age
Day Walkers and Night Stalkers
Vampiric Power-The secret of Elemental
Feeding Habits of the Dark Kind
Blood Links & Bonding-The Vampiric Rituals

These books held the answers to so many questions that will be brought once the school begins its new year. It would also lead to some very hard truths that only he will be able to tell. This year was going to be hard.

Voldemort still roamed the earth, Snape was still a double agent for the old coot, Dumbledore. And now he was leading his own following that keeps Voldemort’s followers to a minimum and the wizarding world’s saviour safe; considering it seems Dumbledore had some views that were rather warped in his opinion.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Later that morning at Privet Drive

The pale, flat chest beneath him rose and fell quickly with the pants that escaped the petal shaped lips. He watched in fascination as he rubbed one of the nipples between his thumb and forefinger and the nub became hard and pink with abuse. There was a pleasure-induced cry as he did this and felt the cock rub against his stomach as the man beneath him arched up.

There was a flash or red and suddenly he was on his knees the pale man from before stood naked, in front of him this time, and moaning in pleasure as he swirled his tongue around the head then plunged down sucking lightly and then harder as he pulled up and off with a pop, another cry of pleasure and he lapped at the vein under the pale shaft in sporadic licks.

Another flash of red and he thrust into the same pale body, beneath him again, he thrust down and then forwards with almost enough force to push the body beneath him further up the bed they were on. He heard his bed partner cries of pleasure coming louder and more incoherent and then he heard a, pleasurable, body-wrenching…

“AHHH!!” Harry sat up in bed, panted as he leant up on his elbows swallowing and trying to get air to his lungs. He folded the covers over his legs and saw the mass of wetness on the front of his boxers.

“Shit…” He panted to himself, quite impressed. This had been happening for the past month now, though he did note that that was the strongest orgasm he’d had from them.

Dream like sequences about things he had never seen before yet once he’d dreamed about them he never forgot them.

Just like the one where I lap at that pale neck scrapping elongated teeth across the sensitive spots and then biting down on the pulse point, the whole process just turning me on and instantly making me hard, feeling the blood running down my throat and know I’d be drinking something else very so…oh…ok, so cold shower and then stop thinking about the dreams.

Harry got a shower and went down for breakfast, the one meal he still had to cook. He was, obviously, the first one up and made sure to be as loud as possible. He may still have to be here for the protection charm to work but it didn’t mean he had to like it. He snickered when he heard Vernon stub his toe on the door to the bathroom.

He stopped when he heard his aunt chuckle as she entered the kitchen, she stopped and looked the ‘boy’ up and down, smiling to herself as she appreciated the fact he didn’t have a top on and just his low-hung jeans that shown you he had put a pair of red boxers on this morning.

Harry smirked and turned back to doing the breakfast. Oh yeah he was used to this behaviour now. He’d gained a lot of confidence and self-esteem with teach the DA and the fight with Voldemort at the end of the year. When he’d got home he noticed his aunt looked at him differently…as did the sisters, Stacey and Jessica that lived next door at their fathers for the summer and the boy and Elliot that worked in the corner shop just down the street.

The sisters were cute, kept making small talk with him every time he was in the garden doing work and they where sunbathing. Then one day, while the father had taken Jessica to a dance competition Harry had been round putting up their new fence, which Vernon had so nicely volunteered him for, and then it was a ‘would you like a cold drink?’ and suddenly Harry has her on the counter top, topless, thong hanging from one leg and screaming his name. It was a close call and Stacey had had to run up to her room to get dressed, while he zipped up and stuffed the condom wrapper in his pocket; condom thoroughly hidden in the black bin outside, and ran to pick up where he’d stopped.

The next day Stacey had been at her boyfriends’ house and their father was in his second garage watching football with some mates. Harry, once again being volunteered to paint the fence afterwards, ha gone round in the morning and when he’d finished he had gone inside to wash up and again it took one question; ‘you have paint in your hair, did you know?’ Harry had Jessica riding him as he was lying on the sofa, holding onto her hips and she was crying out that he’d found ‘it’, he still doesn’t know what ‘it’ was but hey if she liked it. He’d had a little more time to get ready then and she, very seductively actually, took the condom off him and then threw it away, while he lazily got tucked away and said his goodbyes. A permanent smirk on his face; to have shagged two hot girls- sisters- in just as many days was not lost on him.

The guy was sweet in a weird adorable way. He knew he was Bi…well no, he didn’t but he didn’t really care if they were male or female; the girls where just hot as hell and they guy was cute, like Ron and Hermione mixed together, sounded smart-probably was- but clumsy when he got nervous, not that he’d ever think of shagging them…that would be too weird. He’d been in for some stuff for his aunt and asked to guy if he had any more wholemeal bread left and after some more questions of the flirtatious kind and half an hour of the guy trying to initiate something and not letting Harry get more than five foot near the door without bringing him back, the guy was bent over a pile of walkers crisps boxes, pants round his ankles and begging for it harder. After the condom had been thrown away, and both of them tucked in, Elliot had confessed that was his first time and Harry had said much the same save for his exploits with the sisters.

What was a little disturbing about his new found attractiveness/confidence was his aunt had also started to look at him like they did and, although highly disturbing if she had tried anything, he had taken amusement in seeing her sit and watch him in the garden and get all flustered when he would take off his t-shirt. It was quite amusing knowing Vernon couldn’t please, not that it wasn’t obvious.

“Good Morning Aunt Petunia.”

“Good Morning Harry.” He covered his snickering with a sniff at her obvious attempt at a flirtatious voice in a morning.

After setting up the table and putting their breakfasts; sausage, egg, beans, fried bread, fried mushrooms and bacon for Vernon and Dudley and four slices of toast with a portion of jam for his aunt. He set about getting some wheat-a-bix and milk for himself.

Without too much shouting from Vernon and threatening from Harry, Vernon was on his way to work and Dudley out with his mates. Harry decided that, since he didn’t really have many chores now that he would go for a jog round the block to keep his Quiddtich toned body in shape.

Dressed in a pair of red addidas track pants, his wand secure in his ankle holster, he set of for six laps round the block. On his fourth lap he saw some people who had been their since his first lap and where still stood on the other side of the road. They could be his watchers, or what ever the order wanted to call them, but they gave a sense of greater purpose.

“They could be a little less discreet.” He said to his self.

Sniffing at them he pushed the thought to the back of his head and thought about his trip to the tattoo shop that afternoon; the sisters thought they’d treat him for his birthday…he only hoped they knew he wasn’t getting a heart or some sort of ‘cute’ cartoon.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~That afternoon back at the Lords dwelling

Remus fidgeted in his seat. He wasn’t one for impulsiveness but when one gets a letter saying you are needed for a Vampiric meeting, it is disrespectful, as well as life threatening, for a werewolf to decline.

He’d heard stories of what transpired in such meetings from relatives but had never gone to one. Many times he had heard a meeting could vary from meeting with the council of vampires to a small dinner with a family, and as such vary of urgency was meant it also meant there was a vary in what the conversation might be.

He knew he was relatively safe; vampires never drank from ‘lower’ dark creatures, they were forbidden to kill another dark creature without good reason and the letter had been written in the hand of someone he knew well, although that brought more questions than comfort.

He looked up as the door opened and the lord of the house stepped in. He gasped at what he saw.

“It’s been awhile Remus, old friend.”

At the end of the summer holidays Harry had gone with Stacey and Jessica to the station; them going back to their mothers and Harry was going to meet up with Ron first before going to his platform.

As Harry saw Ron outside the entrance of the station waiting for him he hugged and said goodbye to the girls and they split up. Harry met Ron and they walked through together to meet the rest of the redheads family.

“Nice girls, details please. Hey you got a new style too wicked, definitely not your cousins clothes so what happened this summer?” Ron asked as he shoved his rucksack further on his shoulder.

“The first couple of weeks where boring, just Vernon seeing how much he could get me to do, but then…it was either the third of forth week that I got luck. Those two girls are sisters visiting their dad over summer, I well… ‘got lucky’ with one on the Tuesday and then the other the next day, if you know what I mean.

And you know how I said last year that I could be Bi because I though the Ravenclaw team captain had a nice ass…hehe, well I know I’m Bi now because their was this guy called Elliot who works in the shop round the corner and we ended up in the store room, trousers round our ankles and racing for the finish line. That was about it, save for arguing with the Dursleys, finishing homework and going shopping for new clothes, good summer all round.” Harry chuckled; Ron’s face was a mix of excitement, horror and interest.

“Wow…so not boring then.”

“Ha ha. No Ron, definitely not boring. Me and the girls had started hanging out a little before that and after our little fun and after they found out I was Bi we got talking more and more and went out shopping sometimes.

Ha…its because of them that I have his wicked cool electric blue fringe that’s cut on a side and the back is spiked, oh and these are called bangs…yeah I had no idea either. You can’t say anything to your parents, but I also have my tongue pierced and these are called plugs, like an earring apparently. With the clothes I just gave them my wallet and met them in the food court two hours later, they knew what I liked because we’d gone window shopping a few time. So how was your summer?”

“Well, Hermione stayed over for the last week of the holidays, she stayed in Ginny’s room…hmm unfortunately. We went camping near that lake one of the weekends. Fred and George have been pretty quiet with their new shop and that. It’s pretty cool what their coming up with but not when you’re the test subject.” The two friends laughed as they make their way over to the large group of redheads there to send them off.

“HARRY!!” If he ever got the stupid idea he wasn’t loved then this just proved him wrong for life. In turn they all gave hugs and hand shakes and welcomes’, even Tonks and Moody where in plain sight and greeting him rather than hiding.

They talked for a while catching up on what people had been doing and Harry, quite rightly, kept his new experiences of a sexual nature to himself. The students going back were all about to leave for the train when Harry turned and almost knocked someone over. He turned and with snitch like reflexes caught the person before they fell.

“Oh. Sorry. I wasn’t looking.” Harry explained as he turned to see who it was.

It was deadly quiet round the large group as Harry held Draco Malfoy up. They all waited for the insults on both sides to fly.

“It’s ok Potter. Can’t be great at everything right? Thanks for the catch.”

And with that Malfoy stood up straight again and walked towards the train…

“Wow…I mean…wow.”

“Honestly Ronald you’re so eloquent at times.”

“But Hermione…he’s right…when has Malfoy ever given me the time of day, let alone forgiveness and a thanks.”

“Er…RIGHT! TRAIN!! It’ll be leaving any minute, come on, Ron, Ginny, say goodbye to your father, and all four of you run along now!”

With all the goodbyes said they made their way to the train an boarded just on time. On finding an empty carriage, Harry flopped down near the window, his pants now halfway down his butt and you could see he obviously had a pair of Calvin Kline boxers on, and put his feet up on the seat opposite.

“Gods, Harry! You grew over summer didn’t you?!” Hermione asked as she sat next to him.

“Yeah I guess I have, last I check I was around six foot two, that and my hair has gone…what did Jessica say…’from a charcoal black to a midnight black’ too, but it’s not dyed, I only got my fringe done so I don’t know what’s going on there either.”

“Well you look good with height…I bet you could glare at Snape at his eye level now.” Hermione smiled as her two friends started snickering.

“Na, for some reason I feel like there’s something going on that I don’t know about with him. Nothing bad just something I should know but don’t.” Harry explained thinking back to some of his vision like dreams of two young children playing, one with red-golden hair and the other onyx black.

As a comfortable silence fell on them; Ron digging out his Quiddtich season books and Harry trying to fix one of his bracelets, Hermione did a once over with Both her boys; Ron looked pretty much the same save for his hair wasn’t as messy as it used to be and he finally started wearing more fashionable clothes.

But Harry…Starting at the feet she saw he had a pair of Vans, they were bright blue and white checked, he had a pair of black jeans on that where, supposedly, held up by a blue strip belt. Obviously he had White Calvin Kline boxers on.

He also had a long sleeved t-shirt on that was white with bright blue sleeves. The sleeves where pushed up to just before his elbows and you could see he had a thick strapped watch on one wrist and all sorts of coloured beads, bangles, straps and bracelets on the other. He also had about four or five different types of necklaces on.

This was a far cry from what he had worn before. He had definitely changed and she was glad, he seemed a little happier now and certainly more confident, oh and he also had…OH MY GOD!!

“Harry your wearing eyeliner and blue nail polish!!” Hermione squeaked.

“Er…yeah, not a problem is it?” Harry was a little nervous about maybe going to far with this new look.

“NO!!” She exclaimed as though it was a stupid question, “As long as you let me do your hair and nails sometimes!”

Harry and Ron laughed at her excited expression.

“As long as you guys don’t try putting that crap on me then I don’t care what you do to your self.” Ron said eyeing his friend as her eyes sparkled, no doubt with the possibility of what she can do to Harry now.

Sometime into the train ride Harry sat up straighter and cleared his throat; what he was about to tell them could very well freak them out.

“Hey I need you opinion on some things. I’ve been having these dreams lately…some are pretty creepy and weird and all very, VERY real.”

Hermione sat cross legged on the seat next to Harry and put a hand on his shoulder; she knew he’d been going over this for the last half an hour in his head.

“Well, I’ve had weird ones are where I’m in either a forest or a castle of some sort, I’m sat on…like, a thrown type thing and there are people and elves doing all sorts of things for me or I’m practice fighting with someone and when I wake up my muscles remember the moves, I remember how to do everything I learn in my dreams and that’s what happens in them, I learn thing but I remember it all when I wake up.

The creepy ones are when I’m running through some forest and there is a wizard after me, the weird thing is, it’s Dumbledore and as I turn round to see if he’s catching up my dad grabs me and holds me down. When Dumbledore catches up he starts chanting something and I start feeling weak. When I look up I can see them laughing and then my dad holds up a knife and starts cutting at me, when I turn away from them I can see my mum and a hooded figure hanging from a tree by a noose.”

“Harry, do you think it’s Voldemort? Trying to weaken you alliance with Dumbledore.”

“It could be…but I don’t think so Hermione. Why would Voldemort show me how to fight? And why would he show me something like my dad hurting me and my mum hung? Everyone knows they died protecting me. It doesn’t make sense on its own but to add Voldemort just makes less sense.”

“Why don’t you tell Dumbledore when we get to Hogwarts? He might be able to figure it out.”

“No!...No Ron, I don’t want to involve him unless I have to. You saw how he was last year. Giving me space my arse, he just couldn’t handle the order and school all at once. He needs to let someone take over the order…like Sirius or Remus. But, I don’t know, I want to keep this to my self for awhile. The dreams have really shaken my confidence in him.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~That evening

Everyone was gathered in the Great Hall, professors where welcomed back, as were student, and the sorting had been and gone. Dumbledore had given his long winded speech and Snape had sneered at yet another, probably inept, Defence against the Dark Arts professor.

Now Harry was talking with Ron, next to him, and Seamus, across from him, about his little misadventures with the sisters and the shop worker while Hermione was talking with Ginny about his hair and nails, every once in a while taking his hand and looking over the nails and fluffing his hair.

From across the Hall Draco smirked to himself; Potter seemed to be pretty close to Hermione; he never once stopped talking with his friends when she pulled his hand or fluffed his hair, neither did their friends. They must be used to each other and having split conversations.

“…So yeah Draco, I then bought a dress, pink it was, with frills…”

“Hu? What are you talking about?” Draco looked away from Harry’s little group and back to his own.

“Well we were talking about you receiving orders and us having to stop acting like we loath the Gryiffindorks. Then all of a sudden you’re spacing out and gawking over at the golden trio. Just thought I’d bring you back.”

“Yeah well anyway, that’s it. I got orders saying we have to calm down so when this thing happens it will be easier for him to trust us, he’s gonna need our help if he joins them.” Draco grabbed the last toffee sundae before Crabb or Goyle got to it, as he had seen them both eyeing it like it was…well the last toffee sundae.

“Do we know what this thing is yet? All we know is that it’s gonna happen to Potter and it might give us a chance to explain a lot of stuff to him.” Blaise asked as he stole a cherry from Pansy’s cake.

“That and finally have the edge on you-know-who.” Pansy said as she glared, playfully, at Blaise.

“All I know is that it has something to do with Harry being a Vampire…or part Vampire, from what I gathered anyway. Severus gave me some books to read over summer before we left, I gave them back awhile ago now, but they where about Vampires, all about coming of age and all that stuff, then all of a sudden we have plans for Harry?”

“Yeah it seems suspicious. So you think Snape will show Potter all about being a Vampire, you know, with him being one too?”

“I guess that’s it. You just know that if he went to Dumbledore that the old coot would have Harry repressing his new powers because it would mean he is a Dark creature. But it would be a great advantage if he took control of the Dark power inside him.”

The conversation dissolved into mindless banter yet Blaise did notice Draco would keep his eyes on the small group of Gryffindor whenever the conversation was turned away from him. He smirked, looks like Draco has a thing for someone in the golden trio.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In the Gryffindor common room.

“Hey I forgot to tell you guys…I got a tattoo done over the holidays. Stacey and Jessica’s dad did it. I’ll show you.”

Harry stood up and pulled off his t-shirt and turned around; showing two huge dragons curled round each other poised for attack, one had leathery wings and the other was longer and more snake like.

“Wow…they look great!” Ron said tentatively touching each dragon.

“Didn’t it hurt, Harry? I mean that covers your entire back.” Hermione and Ginny both softly dragged their hand down a dragon each, Ginny smiling as she felt the bumps of ink.

“It did in places but not really. This is just the outline if I can I’m gonna get it coloured in magically and charm it so that they can move about.”

“Well to do that the best place would be knockturn ally, it’s usually the…not so good…witches and wizards who get them done. That’s where you’re more likely to find a professional.”

Harry, leaving his shirt off, sat on the floor. Ginny sat in his lap doing his nails, since his other colour was chipping-apparently, and Hermione sat back down on the chair behind him and started messing with his hair, while Harry told them of the process of getting the tattoo. Ron was checking over the spell Harry had found over the summer that can change your hair colour for up to three days. Harry was using it on his fringe so he could colour co-ordinate with his clothes, or at least that’s what Ginny and Hermione had decided.

“So what colour will you turn your hair tomorrow? I mean we have to wear our uniforms so…” Ginny trailed off not knowing what colour to pick. They’d already decided on a blood red nail polish.

“I’m thinking about golden blonde with red streaks, nothing like house pride eh?” Harry rested his chin on Ginny’s shoulder, his back cramping slightly from sitting straight and crossed legged, and Ron fidgeted slightly, he knew they weren’t going out but he also knew what Harry had been up to this summer.

Harry smiled at Ron’s Behaviour and wrapped his arm around Ginny while staring at Ron. Ginny caught the look on Ron’s face and after finishing the drying charm on his nails she snuggled backwards into his chest. Harry began putting butterfly kisses on Ginny’s neck and trailing one of his hands down until…SMACK!

“Stop scaring him you know how he gets.” Hermione said in a very bored, exasperated tone after hitting both of them on the head with the brush she was using.

They all fell about laughing, even Ron. After they had calmed down they ended up splitting up and going to bed. Ron and Harry hugged the girls good night, with Harry feeling Ginny’s butt when he saw how closely Ron was watching him.

As the boys walked to their room Ron was frowning slightly.

“Harry…you shouldn’t do that you know. She might get the wrong idea, I mean its funny but…sometime I don’t know if you mean it sometimes and I just don’t want you guys fighting in the end.”

Harry put his arm round Ron’s shoulder.

“It’s ok Ron. For one, Ginny knows that I’m more of a brother to her and that’s all I’ll ever be and all I want to be and two, me and Ginny planned on doing this last year on the way home on the train when you’d fallen asleep, something about getting you back for all the comments about her and Neville, but if it bothers you that much I’ll tell her to quit it.”

“Oh so that’s her game, well, you just wait. I’ll get her for that! I don’t suppose she’d tell you if she fancies anyone? I know she talks to you about that stuff.” Ron said as he got into bed.

“Er…oh yeah! I found out in the Great Hall today that she doesn’t have a boyfriend but was thinking about someone in our house, when I asked her who she said I knew them too well for her to tell me…or something like that I wasn’t really paying attention at that moment; Hermione was stroking her fingers through the hair on the back of my neck…yeah well lets just say I had to take a cold shower tonight.” Harry stated as he sat in bed and set his jewellery on the table next to him.

“Hey that’s my innocent friend you’re talking about giving you a hard on!” Ron laughed.

“From what she has told me she is so not as innocent as you think. Two words Victor Krum.” Harry explained as he snuggled down for the night.

“No way! How come she never tells me this stuff?”

Harry lifted one eyebrow at his friend and Ron burst out laughing, nearly waking everyone in the dorm.

“Sorry Harry but you looked the spitting image of Snape minus the scowl.”

Harry stuck his tongue out and Ron got comfy in his bed. Soon enough, all the lads were asleep.

^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*Dream
Harry was sat on a throne-like chair. He looked down at his clothes and found himself dressed in robes of black and red. He could also see and feel that he wasn’t wearing his glasses. He looked to his hands that lay on the arms of the chair; they were covered with rings.

He turned to his left, there was another chair similar to his and a man sat there, back straight, legs crossed and leaning on his right arm, hands clasped together, on the arm of the chair, he was looking over the proceeding in front of them.

Harry looked the man over and saw he was wearing similar robes to himself, his hair was shoulder length and as black as the night, also tied back. This figure commanded respect and when he did he got it.

He looked familiar in some way…he knew them from somewhere. Definitely a wizard, black hair, commanded respect…

“HARRY, FOR THE LAST TIME GET UP!”

Harry jerked awake and glared at Ron. He growled and then flung the covers off.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m up.” Harry grabbed his toiletries and followed the other guys to get showered, mumbling about stupid Ron and never finishing that dream.

After breakfast they had Care of Magical Creatures with the Slytherin. After walking do to Hagrid’s hut with the snake house and only receiving a smile in greeting from most of them, Harry began to get wary.

Draco watched as the golden trio came down the steps talking and laughing, as they usually do. But this time it was slightly different.

Ron was in front talking to Seamus while Harry and Hermione where walking together behind them. No difference there, but what was, was Harry had his arm around Hermione’s waist and was a millimetre away from his hand resting on her arse.

The small group made there way over to the front of the class and began talking with the big oaf of a professor…well alright…Hagrid. Draco sighed and sat on the wall at the back out of the morning sun. Just because he was going to be nice to Harry didn’t mean he had to enjoy all the classes he did.

Harry stood back with the rest as Hagrid brought out yet another questionable dangerous creature. As he did Hermione put her arms around the golden boy and rested her head on his shoulder. She turned her head slightly towards Harry’s neck.

“Harry, Martin Pint keeps looking over here and giving me weird looks. Pretend to flirt with me so he’ll leave me alone. I thinks he’s scared of you,” While she carried on talking Harry began to do as he said; brushing some hair out of her face and kissing her temple, moving one hand to her backside and putting his hand in side the waistband of her skirt.

“Honestly the sooner he gets a clue and realises I don’t like him the better.” Hermione said as she nuzzled his neck.

Harry began to chuckle softly this girl was just too cute for her own good. Hermione shook her head and they both laughed quietly.

Draco watched as the couple near the front giggled and flirted with each other. When he had first come to the conclusion that Harry was seeing Granger he had thought he was pretty happy for them; maybe they could both mellow each other out.

But for some reason he wanted to go over and rip Ganger from Harry. Seeing them so close was making him feel betrayed and hurt, but he didn’t know why. He shrugged it off as best he could and tried to become interested in what the big- er Hagrid was talking about…Eating habits of the slobbering beast in front of them…just great.


There next lesson was potions, also with Slytherin, so Harry packed up his things and watched as Ron and Hermione began to talk uncomfortably, how can two BEST friend who could both talk for England not have anything to talk about between them, they did before they knew they liked the other.

He motioned for them to walk in front while he brought up the rear smiling to himself. After a moment he was joined by some one in green outlined robs. Looking up he saw Malfoy with a blank face walking by his side.

“Is there something you wanted Malfoy?” He kept his voice quiet and neutral; Malfoy had been pretty nice so far this year and he would have liked to have been the blondes friend, he seemed pretty cool once you got past the spoilt side.

“…I just thought I’d tell you…I’m calling a truce…with the war coming closer and that, I thought I should let go of the grudge that you don’t want to be my friend and ‘move on’ so to speak.” Draco kept his head down, he really didn’t want to keep fighting with the boy and even though he had been told to do this he had been thinking it over, over the summer.

“…Really? I figured you were up to something at the train station…Well I guess we could start over…I did want to be your friend, it’s just Ron…and then you said all those things…and then everything blew up as we grew up.”

Draco stopped and stared at Harry.

“You…wanted to be my friend?” Draco asked disbelievingly.

“Yeah, look I know it sounds weird but I grew up with muggles and although I don’t like a lot of things you said I was really interested in how proper, old wizarding families worked and thought. But we kept fighting so…we…we could try being friends now if you wanted?”

Harry knew something was up; he could feel Draco was hiding something, but there was a voice inside his head that had come on during the summer, telling him to trust the other teen.

Draco looked blackly at Harry for a moment then shook his head and walked up to the teen and slapped him lightly over the head, giggling as Harry rubbed the spot he had hit, glaring at the blonde with a smile.

“What makes you think the offer still stands…ok yeah so it does fine, friends then?”

Harry shook his head and smiled sadly.

“Draco, look I do want us to be friends it’s just…all the years before…and Voldemort is still a threat, now more than ever…I really hate voicing this but…this could just be your idea of a joke as well. I’m sorry…what about we just get along for now and see how we go?”

Draco sniffed, only slightly offended; knowing he would have done the same.

“Yeah ok…Hey sit near me in potions and I’ll help you, which should help prove I’m trying right?”

“Ok, but you have to explain it to Ron and you can’t call him weasel either.”

Harry smirked as Draco frowned but nodded. Stepping aside Harry let Draco walk into the classroom first.

Following Draco to the front of the room, he took a seat where the blonde usually sat with Blaise on the three manned bench. As the class filtered in he wrote a quick note to Hermione.

Draco’s gonna help me get this potions stuff. We’re gonna try our hand at being friends. Hope this is ok with you and Ron. Don’t worry, Draco seems pretty sincere about the whole thing but I will keep my eyes open. See you in the great Hall for dinner.

He then folded the paper in half and charmed the parchment to turn into a paper wolf and jump from bench to bench, jinxed to bit anyone other than his two best friends if they went to read it, to Hermione’s bench.

He waited for a reply and smiled as he saw a paper owl fly down to him with her reply as the last of the class took their seats.

That’s ok. You know the drill; be careful, pay attention, take notes oh and Ron says…MALFOY! FRIENDS! WITH YOU!...I promise to have him calmed down by dinner. See you soon xx

“So, they ok with you being over here or what?” Harry found it quite amusing that Draco was trying to hide his curiosity by putting all that indifference into his voice.

“Yeah, cagey about you but they trust me.”

Suddenly the room went deathly quiet as professor Snape emerged from the corridor and strode down the aisle. When he got to the front he pulled out a vial that easily fit in between his thumb and forefinger.

The vial seemed clear and was only red because of the contents. The vial itself was intriguing as the stopper seemed to be made of silver and was either etched with some design or it had gems of some kind on it; from this far away and in this light it was hard to tell.

“Blood Draughts; commonly used as a stronger blood replenishing potion, yet quite difficult to make. This will be you assignment for the next two months.

You will start by brewing the draught today and taking notes, then you will write me an essay on to whom this draught would be given to and why, also how each ingredient contributes to the potion. This must be handed in within two week.

After this you will be experimenting with this draught; you will proceed with three experiments when it comes to brewing, you may want to add a different ingredient, brew it for longer, etc.

For this I will need you to write me a brief stating what you will be doing to your draughts, I also want you to write an introduction to the project, a theory of your own on the experiments, a lesson to lesson journal of your findings and then a conclusion. You have two weeks for the essay on the original draught and six week for the experiment project. Any questions?”

“Er…Will, will we be working separately or are we working in groups?” Harry heard someone from the back ask, it sounded like Hermione.

“Yes, you will be working with the people on your bench. That means groups of three for most of you. I’m going to let you get the ingredients one group at a time, starting at the front,”

Draco grinned and bumped into Harry’s shoulder lightly to get his attention. “See? Sitting at the front has its advantages.” Harry smirked and turned to Draco.

“You sure it’s got nothing to do with you being his favourite?” Draco pretended to look hurt and they went back to listening to Snape.

While Snape told them more about the draught Harry began to notice that he could here Seamus chatting up Dean…but they were sat on the back row on the left side of the class room, Harry being on the right.

Listening more carefully he thought he could here a scraping. Looking to Blaise he could see the teen writing notes from what Snape said, as he looked he could see the movements of the quill match up with the scraping he could hear. Shaking his head he tried listening again but he couldn’t hear it anymore, frowning he went back to listening to Snape.

“After you have successfully brewed the draught I want you to review you notes and get started on your essay. And yes this will count towards you final grade of the term. Now, Mr Malfoy, you bench may gather your ingredients first.”

The brewing of the draught was indeed meticulous but with two Slytherin, one being smart in potion and the other rumoured for the apprentice after graduation, it was done efficiently and quickly, although one could never rush brewing. After they had brewed the draught they had bottled it and then packed away the cauldron, as well as the leftover ingredients, and were now starting their essay.

Draco watched as Harry looked through his text book trying to find some sort of information. After looking at his parchment and the last thing he’d written; ‘…the blood draught is given to…’ Draco decided to help the guy out.

“It can be given to people who have lost a lot of blood, as well as people who take too many blood thinning potions…oh and Vampires.” Draco tried not to laugh as Harry dropped his quill.

“Y-You mean they actually exist?” Harry looked over at Draco.

“Oh yeah. You don’t see them round wizarding communities much due to the rebellion a while ago but they are there, it’s a little like muggles and us; muggles don’t know where here but there are loads of us. But yeah, they take the blood draught a lot of the time. They usually only have to drink blood once a month or if they use too much power. If you want to know there might be some books in the library…er if I were you I’d take Granger though, she’d find the books faster for you.”

“Wow, I always read stories about them and thought about if they were real. Thanks Draco.”

They shared a smile and went back to their work.

TBC ok so that is my first chapter. I tried to find a good point to stop at with out making it too long or short so sorry if its a little flat there. So tell me what you think, if there is anything in the story you dont get or you think i could improve on then please tell me-like i said i have no BETA >~< oh and if some one could tell me how to keep bold text just that that would be most helpful ^#^