The Blood is The Life

While Harry was enjoying his blood at Dinner,Ron leaned in and whispered in his ear.

“N..Noone knows, not even Mione, Dumbledore says you can tell your friends but wizards despise vampires, more so than werewolves so be careful.

There will be jugs of blood in the green glass goblets charmed to look like pumpkin juice to everyone except those who know what you are!”

So that was why Ron had a look of horror on his face as Harry drank his dinner, Ron could see blood, not juice.

“Erm..Thanks Ron” said Harry who noticed Hermione looking at him strangely, she could tell something was different despite the concealment charms Harry’s dad had placed on him; it would disguise him to anyone who didn’t know he was a vampire.

Hermione whispered in Harry’s ear “aren’t you hungry harry? All you’ve had is pumpkin juice.

“Its not pumpkin juice Mione ‘its blood, I found out I’m half vampire and I came into my inheritance over the summer” Harry stared at Hermione gauging her reaction.

“Harry! Don’t joke about things like….that….you”

As Hermione stared at Harry she noticed him change, he became paler, his hair was a few inches longer and his eyes shone like green moonstones, but the worst shock was when he smiled at her, she nearly fainted when she saw his fangs.

And when he brought his goblet to his lips it was filled with blood.

Harry saw Hermione turn pale, he whispered in her ear “My concealment charm has disappeared because I told you the truth”

Hermione stared for what seemed like hours before finally nodding, with a nervous smile on her face.

Back in the common room at midnight Harry was forced to explain everything to Hermione.

“How can you be a vampire? You have to have been born one and they show signs of blood drinking from birth!” she showed him pictures and stories from the tens of vampire books she had gotten from the library after dinner.

“Mione, James Potter wasn’t my real father,” said Harry

“Then who is?” asked Hermione; she was determined to get to the bottom of this new mystery.

“Let me give you a clue, you see this locket? Well the initials stand for Harus 'Vladimir' Dracula,” said Harry angrily.

“Christ!” screeched Mione

“Keep it down love” Ron whispered, glancing around to see if she had woken anyone up.

“Harry if you really are the son of Dracula you should read up on your father” Hermione handed him a book called Dracula, Vlad Tepes: the truth about the king of the Vampires.

“Do you know that makes you a Dhampir?” said Hermione

“A What” Harry was sure his father would have mentioned something like that.

“That’s what they call a half-human half-wizard, you are a very rare magical creature Harry” Hermione smiled.

“ Well Goodnight Harry” Hermione left Harry looking at the book she had given him

“Night mate “ said Ron and bounded up the stairs to their dorm.

Harry opened up the book and began to read the first chapter.

Chapter one; the life of Vladimir Tepes son of Dracul.

Vladimir was born in Transylvania in 1610 it was said that his family where from a long line of pureblood wizards.

When Vlad was 16 he went to fight in a war against the Turks, leaving his true love Elizabet Valarus at his ancestral home in Wallacia.

While at war his enemies sent false news to the castle of Vlad's tragic demise and Elizabet, in her grief jumped from the battlements to her death.

When Vlad returned unharmed to find Elizabet dead he cast a powerful dark spell that meant he would remain alive until he found Elizabet reborn and beget an heir. But his magic backfired and he was forced to drink the blood of humans and become a dark creature himself in order to survive.

The curse also effected all Dracula's bloodline including his brothers, the castle's servants and their children, and thus the race of the vampire was born.

Harry turned the page, what he saw shocked him, it was a painting of his mother Lily, her red hair cascaded down her back as she smiled at him, her green eyes burning with passion, occasionally flicking her hair over her shoulder.

This is the only known painting of Elizabet Valarus Dracula it hangs within the Dracula estate.

Harry realized that his mother was the reincarnation of Elizabeth and he was the heir they had planned, but in all his wonderings of the castle he had never seen this painting..

Harry skimmed to the back of the book, there was a family tree that was charmed to add on any knew family members.

Countess Lydia Macual married Count Mikhail Dracula they had three children, Vladimir Dracula, Mikhail Dracula and little Lira Dracula who died at birth.

Mikhail married a woman named Vida Mellat, they had a daughter called Belladonna Dracula.

Belladonna then married the Romano-English Lord Velken Malfoy.

Harry gasped at the name, but continued to read.

They had a Son named Abraxus Malfoy; he married a French Lady named Genevieve De Valois.

Their son, Lucius married Narcissa Black and they had a son named Draco.

Harry looked back to the name of his father Vladimir Dracula next to Elizabet Valarus from their names a red line descended to the name Harus Vladimir Dracula.

There where another four pages listing other members of the Dracula family all vampires, he also found the trees of the families of the castles servants which included some of the Blacks and the Callows.

Harry thought for a moment, if both Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black where vampires then that meant Draco Malfoy was one too, and Harry, being a Prince was technically in charge of him.

Harry chuckled and looked at his watch, it was 4.00am he still hadn’t gotten used to sleeping at night, after all it wasn’t his natural inclination.

Harry decided to go to bed and he almost laughed out loud as he saw Ron's bed surrounded by garlic. It was wrapped in around the four poster, he touched a piece but it didn’t do anything, if only someone had told Ron that it was salt that caused vampires a heck of a lot of pain.

Harry couldn’t sleep until he lay under his bed; it was times like these when he wished he had his coffin.

Dawn had come and the movement in the dorm was increasing as students woke up around him.

“Harry?” asked Ron frantically

“I’m under the bed mate” murmured Harry sleepily as he scooted out from under his bed.

“Oh, right we’ve got divination with the Slytherins” Said Ron

“Oh that’s just what I need Professor Trelawney telling everyone what I am!”

Not only that but I’m feeling really strange today, Harry added mentally.

Luckily the first 20 minutes of divination went without a hitch, that was until Harry sensed a presence behind him that made him shiver in a very pleasant way.

Harry turned and came face to face with Draco Malfoy; Harry’s breath hitched when he suddenly smelt an amazingly strong aroma that made him very turned on.

Malfoy leaned close to Harry, so close that his mouth was almost pressed against Harry’s ear

“You’re in season Potter, and you smell very, very good” Malfoy whispered seductively.

Harry’s heart was beating at a thousand BPM and his breath was coming in short pants.

Just as Malfoy placed his hand on Harry's leg, the trap door to the divination classroom burst upward and Mr. Stoker stood there looking mildly flummoxed.

“Can I please see Mr. Potter Madame he won’t be returning to class today.”

Madame Trelawney gushed at the handsome man and nodded.

Draco had shot back into his seat and he and Dracula where glaring at each other.

Harry, who was still feeling queasy got up and went to his father, as soon as they were out of the door Dracula use vampiric apparition and Harry found himself in his fathers office.

“I should have realized this would happen” he paced his office, running a hand through his hair.

“What is happening?” asked Harry petulantly, suddenly the room span and his father conjured a chair just as Harry fell back.

“What’s wrong with me?” asked Harry.

“Long or short version?” asked Dracula

“Short please” asked Harry

“You’re a submissive vampire Harry, and you’re in heat.”

"Erm..maybe the Long version then" groaned Harry


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