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1st Fang
The Dark Knight
The wizarding world was no stranger to strange and unusual occurrences, but the circumstances that led to Harry Potter becoming a vampire were beyond anything they had ever seen before. It all started on a fateful night when Lord Voldemort, the darkest wizard of all time, came to attack the Potters in their home. But as the dark lord cast his curse, something strange happened. The curse rebounded and struck Voldemort, killing him instead of Harry. The only survivor of the attack. For many reasons, Harry's whereabouts were kept a secret from the Wizarding world, Dumbledore giving the infants custody to his Maternal muggle Aunt and Uncle for safekeeping. Harry learnt the unfairness of the world the hard way. He was no different from a dog in the house, the only difference being he can speak and has human hands and legs. Though his life was harsh, he never thought of getting vengeance on his relatives.After all, if it wasn't for them, there is no one for him in the world. So he faithfully did everything they said without asking for anything in return and took whatever they did in stride. One day, a drunken Vernon got angry at Harry who refused to drink wine when he poured Harry a glass and punished him by throwing him out of the house for a change as all his punishments are being locked up in his cupboard. As the chilly Winter night fell on the quiet street of Privet Drive, Harry felt the familiar ache in his head. It is the same feeling he experienced every winter since he was a baby - a longing for something he couldn't remember. But this winter is different. Something is happening around Harry, something he couldn't explain.Suddenly, Harry heard a sound. Something crashed beside him. Even though it is night, it isn't hard for Harry to identify the person as a woman from all her curves and clothes. He slowly approached her in trepidation. He is dreadful of this, as something inside him screamed not to go near her. But if not anything, Harry is courageous. It's not like he wants to be a hero, he just can't bear people being bullied or demeaned in front of him. That also includes helping injured people and so he slowly reached her and turned her.She has a striking figure with sharp features and piercing red eyes. Her skin is pale and flawless, giving her an ethereal appearance in the moonlight. Her long, black hair, falling in loose waves around her shoulders, and her elegant clothing giving her a royal look. Yet those eyes are lacking the radiant something. "Please... help me," the woman croaked, looking up at Harry with pleading eyes.Harry was taken aback, but he felt a strange sense of responsibility towards this stranger. "What can I do?" he asked, kneeling beside her."Drink... my blood," she whispered, extending a frail arm towards Harry.Harry recoiled in horror, unsure of what to do. But the woman's desperate gaze compelled him to act. "I... I can't," he stammered. It's too much for an 8-year-old."You must," she insisted, her voice growing weaker by the moment. "It's the only way to save me... and to save yourself."Harry hesitated, but as he looked into the woman's eyes, he saw something that he couldn't explain - a depth of knowledge and understanding that surpassed anything he had ever encountered. Maybe it's her charm compelling him or the pleading eyes, he got a feeling that he could trust her, and also had no choice but to help.Closing his eyes, Harry leaned in and took a small sip of the woman's blood as she already bit her arm. It felt metallic and he wanted to puke badly. But something gave him the strength to overcome it and he managed to drink for a minute. As the warm liquid flowed down his throat, he felt a surge of power and energy coursing through his veins. He didn't know what that is. He opened his eyes and looked at the woman, who is now smiling weakly."Who are you?" Harry asked, feeling a strange connection to this mysterious creature."My name is Aurelia," she replied, her voice barely audible. "And now, I give you... my gift."With those words, Aurelia breathed her last breath, and Harry felt a sudden jolt of electricity surge through his body. When he opened his eyes, he saw the world in a new light - a world of darkness and mystery, where nothing can be hidden from him. Aurelia's body started to burn as if it was lit on fire and Harry felt a part of him burnt away with her. The red flames licked his feet but didn't burn him. He only felt unbearable coldness.As Harry stood, slowly what he had done setting in. He knew he changed his life forever. Although he didn't know who Aurelia is, he has an inkling. He only knew 1 creature that drinks blood. Vampires. So he concluded he is a Vampire now.By letting him drink her blood, Aurelia did something to Harry, changing his life forever. The cold no longer affected him but his body felt weak and Harry collapsed on the floor. He didn't know how long it's been, but he is sure it's very long as he can see Uncle Vernon screaming at him to wake up. But he didn't hear it that loud as a deep pain passed through his body. Harry jolted awake and looked around for the source of heat around him. Finding none, he relaxed though he still felt the burning sensation. "What are you doing sleeping here, Boy!" Vernon shouted in 'concern'. He didn't expect the freak to sleep on a cold night like this. "Go inside and change your clothes. We will go to the hospital." He barked and Harry went in. After he bathed and he was left alone for the day to not cause more commotion in front of their neighbours. Harry sat in his room, thinking of what just happened and how his life is forever changed. Though he is a no-name kid before, he is no longer just a nobody. He wanted to find more about Aurelia. He wanted to learn more about himself.It's been a few days and on the fabled night of Halloween, as he lay in his bed away from the celebration, Harry felt a strange sensation coursing through his veins. His body convulsed with a sudden jolt of pain, and he loudly screamed. All this has been ignored as part of the celebration. When the agony subsided, Harry knew something is wrong. It's just past 8 and he looked down at his hands and saw them change. His fingers are longer, and his nails have grown into sharp, pointed claws. And then he felt the thirst, a burning, unquenchable thirst that seemed to come from deep within his soul.As Harry stumbled out of his room, he saw his aunt and uncle, who are enjoying a show, they stared at him in horror. They could sense that something is different about Harry, something that scared them.For days, Harry struggled to control this thirst, but it is too powerful now, too overwhelming to resist. He knew he is becoming a vampire, something that he had never imagined in his wildest dreams.As the night drew to a close, Harry knew that he should leave Privet Drive before something drastic happened and he ran towards the door, Petunia and Vernon were too shocked to stop him. He opened it and ran out, not paying much attention to his appearance.All the onlookers assumed he is having fun on Halloween and waved at him and appreciated his choice of costume as it perfectly fits him. Harry ran as fast as he could through the dimly lit roads in search of safety. Unnoticed by anyone, Harry Potter left Privet Drive on the Halloween of his 8th year.
To be Continued...
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2nd Fang
A Lonely Knight
The eight-year-old Harry Potter is wandering the streets of Little Whinging, feeling lost and alone on the cold Halloween night. It's not like he had much support before but it still made a difference. The loneliness that followed wasn't expected by Harry.
As he aimlessly wandered, he came across an old woman with striking silver hair, sitting alone on a bench. She looked up at him with kind eyes and smiled warmly.
"Hello there, young one," she greeted. "What brings you out on this lovely day?"
Harry hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether to trust her or not. But something about her seemed different and familiar to him from everyone he saw till now.
"I...I had to leave my home," he finally spoke bitterly. "I don't have anywhere to go." He said looking at the ground in sadness.
The woman's expression turned sympathetic. "That sounds rough. But perhaps I can help you with that." She said in a thinking pose.
"Maybe you can help me around in my home and in return, you can live with me. There are many things I can't do these days and your outfit is something I fancy." She said with a smile and Harry is stunned for a moment.
He ran to a nearby window to look at himself and he can see his vampiric features as clear as day. Sharp fangs, long claws and blood-red eyes. Harry was aghast by the look. He stepped back in fear.
"Don't worry, young one. I'll take care of you." She said in a soothing tone, putting a comforting hand on Harry and before Harry knew, his world went blank. "My name is Elara." were the last words Harry heard.
Elara is Aurelia's caretaker. She lost her ward when they entered this neighbourhood and has been patiently waiting for the Princess to show up.
But when she saw Harry, she smelt something familiar and sure enough, his scent is very close to Aurelia's. She understood what happened and took in the child.
A stray tear fell from her wise old eyes. 'You'll be remembered forever for your kindness, my Princess and I promise to make this kid the strongest Vampire in history.' she promised.
And so began Harry's life as a vampire. Elara is a shrewd woman with high intellect. She started subtly teaching Harry the basics of life arts from cooking to hunting. And before he knew it, 3 years passed.
Harry celebrated his 11th birthday with joy. He didn't think leaving Privet Drive would be this fun. He learnt many things from Elara in the past few years. She taught him everything he felt a royal should know.
Why she taught him and who she is, he didn't know. The few times he tried asking, he couldn't muster the courage. But on his birthday, his life changed again.
He didn't tell Elara about his vampire side as he doesn't want anyone to misunderstand him. Especially Elara. He felt her as his mother. She didn't pry him about who he is or where he came from except for his name and transformed him into what he is today.
Harry can cook, fight with his claws in a hand-to-hand fight because of his deep dive into Karate and Taekwondo due to Elara's encouragement and is super strong for an 11-year-old. He is 5'3 with a strong body that's built for agility and strength. He is smart looking with an aristocratic face and attractive emerald eyes.
Even though he is well groomed, Harry knows he is not the strongest person in the world. He didn't let what Elara had taught him get to his head. He still kept his courageous and helping side.
And suddenly on that day, his life changed again. Elara walked in with her bag. She reached into her bag and pulled out an envelope. It's addressed to Harry in elegant script, with a wax seal bearing the crest of a school he's never heard of before: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"This is your acceptance letter," she said. "It appears you're a wizard, Harry. And Hogwarts is where you'll study."
Harry's eyes widened in shock and wonder. He took the letter from her, feeling a sense of nostalgia yet there is an uneasy feeling.
The woman nodded, her eyes growing distant. "You remind me of someone I used to care for," she murmured. "Someone I loved as a daughter." Harry looked up.
She leaned back against the door, her breathing growing shallow. Harry watched in horror as her skin turned pale and her eyes fluttered closed.
"Elara!" Harry shouted in horror. He lost control of his emotions and his Vampiric features revealed themselves. Elara lovingly caressed Harry's vampiric features.
"You'll be alone in the world, Harry. Enjoy yourself to the fullest and be careful, don't let your guard down. I wasn't sure when I would leave you and so I prepared you to the best I can. Without a master, a servant can't live long. Don't let your thirst for blood get the better of you. Aurelia is not a normal Vampire. She is-" Elara took her final breath in Harry's hands and something strange happened.
Harry felt a jolt of energy shoot through his body as if he'd been struck by lightning. And when he looked down at his hands, he saw his skin had turned a faint shade of pink, his eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. He can feel his surroundings.
So many emotions ran through. 'Did Elara know who he is and wantedly trained him? What is this about Aurelia? Who are they? Why did she choose him of all people and what is this magic now?' So many questions, yet no answers.
Slowly, Elara's body turned to ash, the same fire burning her and nothing remained of her by the time it's dusk. Harry could've sworn he saw streaks of green in the fire. Irrespective of her motives, she is still Harry's 2nd mother and so Harry gave her ashes a proper burial and chose to carve his own path in the world.
Harry walked with his backpack over his shoulders, with a hole in his heart. He has been walking for days now, since cremating Elara. He doesn't know where he is going, but he knows he can't go back.
As he walked along a quiet country road, he saw a large bird flying towards him. It landed on a nearby fence post and stared at Harry with piercing yellow eyes. Harry recognized the bird as an owl, just like the ones he's seen in his books about animals.
Elara gave him proper education and even though Harry is home-schooled, he is a smart kid. He learnt everything he missed and managed to impress the woman with his knowledge.
The owl hopped off the fence post and walked towards Harry. It stopped in front of him and held out its leg, which has a letter attached. Harry took the letter and opened it. Inside, he read all the books needed for his first year and there is a mention of Wizarding Bank.
Suddenly, the owl hooted and took off into the sky. Harry watched it disappear into the distance and then looked at the letter in his hands. He forgot he accepted the letter and saw this as a start of a new life, a life where he wanted to find his true self.
With a sense of purpose, Harry sets off towards Hogwarts, determined to find his place in the Magical world.
To be Continued...
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3rd Fang
Wand and Magic
Harry managed to find his way around the Diagon Alley and Gringotts. Since he lived with a hoodie as Sunlight affected him when he became a vampire, he went unrecognized by the masses in Diagon Alley.
He bought all the items on the list and only his wand was left. He walked into the sparsely populated Wand shop. With a chime of a bell, he entered. An old man walked towards him with a knowing look in his eyes.
"It's been a while, Mr Potter. You are finally here," the old man spoke with confidence. Harry was surprised that the old man knew him and suddenly, all doors closed with curtains falling down, signifying the shop's closure. "Let's get started," he said.
Harry was more surprised that the old man recognised him than the shop's sudden closure as he had his hood on and only his nose down is visible outside the hood that too because he wanted to talk with people to ask around.
He is slowly adjusting to the fact that Goblins exist and many things are weird in the Magical world. And he wrote this off as one of them, not wanting to dwell on it any longer.
"Please, hold out your left hand, Mr Potter," Ollivander instructed, taking a measuring tape out of his pocket. He measured Harry's arm from shoulder to fingertip, then his chest, waist, and hips.
"Interesting," Ollivander murmured to himself as he jotted down the measurements in his book. "Now, let's test the wand's spell-casting abilities."
He led Harry to the back of the shop, where he had set up a small practice area. "I want you to try and levitate that feather over there with this," Ollivander said, pointing to a feather on a table and giving Harry a wand.
Harry pointed the wand at the feather and concentrated, but nothing happened. He tried again, focusing all his energy on the feather, but it remained still.
"Hmm," Ollivander said, scratching his chin. "Let's try something else."
He led Harry to a shelf lined with objects of all shapes and sizes. "Pick any object you like and try to summon it to your hand," Ollivander said.
All these things are magic sensitive and can be attracted or act to the caster's will at the faintest use of magic and so Ollivander is confident in the outcome Harry will get from them.
Harry scanned the shelf, trying to decide which object to choose. He finally settled on a small box with a lid. He pointed the wand at it.
To nobody's surprise, the box didn't budge. Harry tried again, putting all his energy into the spell, but the box remained still.
Ollivander's face remained unreadable. "One more test, Mr Potter," he said, leading Harry to a large vase filled with water.
"I want you to try to freeze the water in this vase," Ollivander said. "Just a small amount will do." Harry gave him a perplexed look. But tried anyway.
Harry pointed the wand at the vase and concentrated. He felt a strange sensation in his arm as if the wand was trying to channel something through him, but nothing happened.
Ollivander looked disappointed. "It seems this wand is not the right fit for you, Mr Potter," he said, taking the Rose wand back. "Let's try something else."
Harry felt a pang of disappointment as Ollivander handed him another wand, but as soon as he picked it up, he knew it was the right one but something is missing. The wand hummed in his hand and a shower of sparks shot out of the tip.
"Yes, that's the one," Ollivander said, smiling. "Holly, 11 inches, phoenix feather core. A wand fit for a hero."
As soon as he said that, a stray shot came out of the wand, breaking the joint holding many boxes on a table. Ollivander looked in surprise. He is sure this is Harry's wand. The wand is the brother wand of the Dark Lord. He didn't like this.
And so he renewed measuring and testing wands on Harry for what felt like hours. But so far, none of them seemed to be the right fit.
Suddenly, Mr Ollivander's eyes lit up. "Ah, I believe I have just the wand for you," he said, disappearing into the back of the shop.
Harry waited anxiously, wondering what kind of wand Ollivander would bring out next. He had heard that a wand chooses the wizard, but so far, none of the wands had chosen him.
Finally, Mr Ollivander returned, holding a long, slender wand made of different wood from all he tried. "Twelve and three-quarters inches, with a core of phoenix feather," he said, holding it out to Harry.
Harry took the wand and felt a warmth spread through his body. It was as if the wand was calling out to him, as if they were meant to be together.
"It feels right," Harry said, turning the wand over in his hands.
Mr Ollivander smiled knowingly. "Yes, I thought it might. Cherry wood wands are known for their ability to adapt to new owners, and phoenix feather cores are highly prized for their power and loyalty."
Harry's final wand is made of 12 and 3/4 inches made of Cherry Wood and has a beautiful deep reddish-brown colour. The wand is smooth to the touch and has a slight curve towards the end. It has a finely carved handle that fits perfectly in his hand.
It is lightweight yet sturdy, giving the impression of great power and control. The Phoenix feather core gave the wand an added edge, making it capable of performing powerful and complex magic. The wand is also known for its loyalty and strong connection to its owner, explained Ollivander.
Harry grinned, feeling a sense of pride and excitement. He had found his wand, the one that would help him become the wizard he is destined to be. The one he wanted to be.
As he left the shop, wand in hand, Harry couldn't wait to begin his new life at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Though the loss of Elara still pained him, he started adjusting.
He prepared for his journey ahead and packed everything he got from Diagon Alley with some Galleons from Gringotts. Going to Gringotts is a unique experience. As it is his first time there, the creatures that run the bank, Goblins verified his blood before allowing him access to the vault.
Harry took the amount he thought necessary and started his shopping. Because of Elara, he had abundant 'muggle' money at his disposal. It felt weird calling non-magicals muggles for Harry. He never asked how she got them and she never shared.
Going through his robes, he liked the hidden Hood he requested as it essentially became a part of him. After finally spending 3 years in the house, Harry left for London station. He read how to enter the platform and made his way to the Hogwarts Express.
He saw a big family of 5 kids enter the platform with dramatics and felt weird. With his hood covering his face, Harry is a ghost to the masses on the platform. None asked him why he had it.
As he boards the Hogwarts Express, he is overwhelmed by the excitement and anticipation of starting his magical education. The platform is bustling with activity, as students and their families say their goodbyes and make their way onto the train. Harry, unsure of what to do, followed the crowd and eventually found an empty compartment to call his own.
As he sat and waited, he can hear the distant sound of the steam engine chugging to life. Soon the train moved, and Harry felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of embarking on this new adventure.
As the train snaked its way through the English countryside, Harry looked out the window in deep thought at the passing scenery. He watched on as fields and forests gave way to rolling hills and distant mountains, and imagined all the magical creatures that might be hiding in the shadows.
In his compartment, Harry silently heard what his fellow passengers, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Hermione talked a lot, Harry added his input here and there while Ron was just boisterous about his brothers at Hogwarts. Though Harry didn't make an effort to talk.
Elara had taught him manners and etiquette. She also taught him self-control and the importance of it. He stayed quiet while the girl went on and on about how she read all books and remembers all. None being wiser of his identity.
As the journey continued, the train made a brief stop at Hogsmeade Station, where the first-year students were greeted by the sight of the enormous, sprawling castle that will be their home for the next seven years. Harry can hardly contain his excitement as he stepped off the train and walked on the hallowed grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to the Castle.
To be Continued...
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4th Fang
Sorting and Classes
As Harry arrived at Hogwarts, he felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. He always knew that he is different from the other students, and he isn't sure how they will react to him once they find out he is a vampire. Not that he is willing to share.
The Great Hall, as they were told, is full of chatter as Harry waited for his name to be called with his classmates. He read about all 4 houses and is excited to learn which one he gets into.
"Potter, Harry," his name came.
As Harry approached the Sorting Hat, he couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. Being a vampire has already made him feel like an outsider, and he isn't sure where he will fit in at Hogwarts.
He heard everyone excitedly say his name many times and can feel their excitement. He didn't know he is popular. If he did, he would have at least tried to talk more to know why he is popular.
On the other hand, unnerving silence spread over The Great Hall none able to believe that the silent boy who is amongst them is Harry Potter, their Saviour, The Boy Who Lived. Whispers broke on which house he will be in.
Dumbledore gave the boy a once over. He remembered the address on Harry's admittance letter not showing No.4 Privet Drive. Based on it, he thought they were on a vacation celebrating Harry's birthday.
He is halfway sending Hagrid to show young Harry around Diagon Alley when Minerva intervened saying it's unnecessary and showing blatant favouritism. She just reminded him how Hagrid had a knack for gaining too much attention which is ill for young Harry and so he stopped.
Seeing the silent boy made him wonder if it's the right call. He can't get a good grasp on Harry or his abilities. He is sure that after growing up with Dursleys, Harry has become a humble boy. With a smile, he oversaw the sorting.
The Sorting Hat is placed on Harry's head, and it began to speak.
"Well, well, what do we have here? A young vampire, I see. You're certainly not like the other students, are you?"
"No, I'm not," Harry replied, his voice low and confident. If there is anything he is confident about, it's about his vampire powers.
"I can sense your fear, your uncertainty," the Sorting Hat continued. "But don't worry, young Harry. I can see great things ahead for you. You have a strong will and a fierce determination, qualities that will serve you well in the years to come."
Harry is surprised by the Sorting Hat's words. He had always felt like an outsider, like he didn't belong anywhere after he ran away from his relatives. But the Sorting Hat seemed to understand him.
"I know that being a vampire can be challenging," it continued. "But I sense that you have the strength to overcome those challenges, to use your powers for good and to protect those around you."
Harry felt a sense of relief and gratitude wash over him. For the first time since he had arrived at Hogwarts, he felt like he had a place where he belonged. Elara's loss had its toll on him.
"I'll do my best," he said quietly.
"I know you will," the Sorting Hat replied. "Now, let's see where we can place you. Ah, yes. Do you have any preferences? Slytherin, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw suit you best as you are cunning, strong and smart." It waited for Harry's reply.
Generally, it won't let students pick the house as an impartial judge, it's the Hat's decision to make. But seeing Harry's rare case and how he fits in multiple houses, it chose to listen to the Boy's view.
"I-um, Can't I go to Hufflepuff?"
"Interesting. Hufflepuff you ask?" The Hat asked to confirm. Harry gave a nod. "Any particular reason?"
"I read many bad things about Slytherin. Gryffindor? That Malfoy kid said they are rambunctious. Ravenclaw, maybe that will be good. Hufflepuff I'm sure will get some good friends as I heard they are very loyal." Harry explained.
"I see. But unfortunately, you don't have any qualities that fit Helga's House. I'm sure a place where intelligence, wit, and knowledge are highly valued will be good for you. You'll do well in RAVENCLAW." It shouted. The Great Hall erupted in cheers.
Harry smiled, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. He had heard about the wisdom, wit and intellectual ability of Ravenclaw House, and he is happy to be a part of it as he also understood he doesn't have any Hufflepuff qualities and his wish is too unrealistic.
"Welcome to Ravenclaw, Harry," the Sorting Hat said, as it was lifted off his head. "I have a feeling that you're going to do great things." were its parting words as Harry walked to the table in Blue and Bronze.
Everyone excitedly greeted him. It's there or for that matter, everyone's first time seeing Harry without his hood as he always had it on. His aristocratic face with his delicate features impressed many girls around.
Due to being a vampire, he didn't need glasses as his body changed a lot post-vampirification. But Harry still has glasses just to not stand out too much. Much to his surprise, not many students have glasses here.
With a sigh, he continued watching the ceremony and saw a few more students sorted. While Dumbledore is surprised by Harry going to Ravenclaw. He hid it well and enjoyed sorting.
After the ceremony was completed, with his usual welcome speech and warnings, he sent the students to their rooms to rest.
Being a Vampire has its advantages. Harry doesn't need to sleep and even if he does, 3 hours is the highest he has slept in the past 3 years. He just acted as if he was sleeping when Elara checked on him.
The next gift is his physical strength. For an 11-year-old, he can outrun many grown adults and lift higher weights than many combined. His punch can shatter a stone wall, maybe not Hogwarts ones, but in general.
He also can see in darkness and has clear vision. Because of his training, he can call his fangs and claws at will. Elara always fed him meat instead of veggies, which are what growing kids normally eat. Harry now understood why.
She adjusted his human blood craving to animal meat craving, dulling its ferocity so that he won't kill anyone by accident when he is hungry. As he recalled, she did many out-of-ordinary things making them look like normal.
With fond memories of his adopted mother, Harry slept for 3 hours and woke up at 3. After going through his morning routines, at 3.30, he sat to read his first-year spells and practice his subjects. Proving the sorting hat is right in sending him to Ravenclaw.
He is given his own room which is at the corner of the Tower and Harry used it to its full extent, practising many charms, transfiguration and daily exercises.
After having a full-course breakfast, Harry made his way to his first class, Transfiguration. He retired early from his House's celebrations and they almost forgot Harry Potter is in their House.
His first day in Hogwarts was both exciting and nerve-wracking. However, his excitement soon took over as he found himself standing in the grand hallway of Hogwarts, surrounded by other first-year students.
The first class on Harry's schedule is Transfiguration. He made his way to the classroom, feeling a little apprehensive about how his vampire side would affect his magical abilities.
His only goal in Hogwarts is to not let anyone know he is a Vampire. He is hopeful that Hogwarts will be a good home for him. He doesn't want to let his secret out and trash that hope. He doesn't have anywhere else to go after all. He can go to Elara's home, but he is sure he will feel very lonely there without her.
Pushing his thoughts aside, Harry entered the classroom, he noticed that it was full of students, but one seat in the front row was left unoccupied. He quickly made his way to the seat and sat down, feeling relieved that he didn't have to navigate the complicated social dynamics of choosing a seat.
The classroom is buzzing with excitement as the professor, a tall and imposing witch with a stern expression, walked in. She introduced herself as Professor McGonagall and began the lesson.
The topic for the day is turning inanimate objects into animals. Harry listened intently as Professor McGonagall explained the various techniques and theories behind Transfiguration.
For the rest of the class, Harry focused on his studies, eager to learn more about the magical world he had just entered. He felt a sense of belonging among his fellow students, despite his doubts.
And as he left the classroom, he knew that he is starting a new chapter in his life, one filled with adventure, friendship, and the occasional craving for blood. His Housemates are very helpful to him, easily accepting him as one of them.
After his first class in Transfiguration, Harry made his way to his next class, which is Potions. He is looking forward to class as well. As he heard of a legendary potion that can reverse vampirification.
The classroom is dimly lit, with a large cauldron at the front of the room. Harry's sensitive nose can't bear the strong odour of the room. The professor, a thin and haggard-looking wizard with greasy hair, introduced himself as Professor Snape.
The lesson for the day is to brew a complex potion, and Harry found himself struggling to keep up. His heightened senses are making it difficult to concentrate, and the various smells in the classroom aren't helping.
Just as Harry is about to give up, he felt a tap on his shoulder. It's Snape, he went on a tangent about how he is useless and dumb to not even know how to brew the basic option. With renewed determination, Harry bulldozed through everything and can complete the potion with ease and even got Snape's snarky comment on that.
Harry is sure that the Professor had some vendetta against him and he can't bear the man's muttering and foul odour of the room. If possible, he would have dropped out of the course, but he want to see if such a legendary Potion exists and so couldn't.
Becoming a Vampire not only enhanced his physical strength. But also his sight, hearing and smell. His ears are very sensitive and his stay in a huge Metropolitan city such as London allowed him to tone down their sensitivity.
His smell is as sharp as ever though. Though with much effort, Harry managed to reduce its blood detection as that evokes blood craving in him which he doesn't want to drink. His encounter with Snape reminds him of all those bad memories for some reason.
Shutting his mind, Harry moved to his next class on schedule, Charms. He made his way to the classroom, feeling confident after his morning practice session.
The professor, a cheerful and diminutive Wizard, introduced himself as Professor Flitwick, Harry's Head of House. The lesson for the day is a levitation spell, and Harry found himself enjoying the class immensely.
With his vampire-enhanced magical abilities, he found that he can do the spells with ease. He even impressed his classmates with his skill. Flitwick gave them all 3 points and Harry 5 for mastering the charm with ease.
As Harry made his way to his first Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Professor Quirrell, he couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity mixed with apprehension. He heard rumours that Quirrell is a bit odd, but he is determined to learn all he could about defensive spells and magic.
After all, his strong body with great defences will always be a boon to him. Harry went to the class and it is dimly lit, and Harry noticed a strange odour in the air. It irritated him a lot. He knew this smell. It's garlic.
It's said that Garlic repels Vampires and it's half true. Garlic's strong scent irritates the sensitive nostrils of vampires and may cause internal bleeding if severe. And so Harry sat as far as he could to the smell near an open window just to be safe.
Professor Quirrell introduced himself as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and Harry couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by the stuttering man.
The lesson for the day is casting defensive spells, and Quirrell demonstrated the proper technique for casting a shield charm. Harry watched closely, trying to follow along despite the professor's nervous mannerisms.
The time for the students to try it themselves came. Harry stepped forward, feeling a mixture of nervousness, and excitement. He covered his nose with cloth and nobody asked him why. As they can understand the strong smell of garlic.
"W-why ar-re you covering M-mr Potter?" Quirrel asked.
"The scent is too much, sir," Harry replied and after a moment of contemplation, Quirrel nodded. Harry felt the man did something, but didn't know what. With a shrug, he took the defensive stance.
He closed his eyes and focused, visualizing a shield forming in front of him.
"W-wand at the ready, and... p-protego!" Quirrel muttered and Harry did as told and much to everyone's amazement, a shimmering blue shield formed in front of Harry, blocking the spell that Professor Quirrell had cast.
Harry felt a surge of pride and excitement as he continued to practice the shield charm, and soon he was able to cast it with ease. Quirrell nodded in approval, and Harry couldn't help but grin.
As the class came to an end, Harry left feeling more confident in his abilities than ever before. He knows that there are still many challenges ahead of him in DADA, but he is ready to face them head-on, even with the strange quirks of his new professor.
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5th Fang
Squirrel and Troll
As Harry settled into his new life at Hogwarts, he began to learn more about his magic and how to control it. It is different from his Vampire abilities. Elara's self-discipline principles helped him a lot in understanding his magic.Unknown to him, Dumbledore observed his every step. It's not normal for a 1st-year student to not interact with his friends and be on his own. Harry got all of Ravenclaw rooting for him in any case. No one objected to whatever he said and soon, he started suffering from hyper-attention. For someone who likes to be alone in his thoughts, Harry didn't like it. Not only boys, but all girls of all years also craved his attention, wanting to make an impression on the good-looking Potter Heir. Yeah, he also learned that recently when that Malfoy kid tried to introduce himself as Heir of Malfoy House and said something about how Harry is Heir to Potter House. Harry didn't pay much attention to it, but he wanted to know what happened and why he is popular. He went to the only man he found reliable in the whole School. His Head of House. Harry has always found Professor Flitwick to be one of Hogwarts's most approachable and friendly teachers, so he decided to pay him a visit after dinner. Flitwick being his Head of House only made things easy. As Harry walked into Flitwick's office, he is surprised to see the small Professor engrossed in a large tome."Good evening, Professor, can I come in?" Harry asked.Flitwick looked up from his book and gave Harry a warm smile. "Ah, Harry, what can I do for you?" He said with a welcoming nod."I was wondering if you could tell me more about my family's history," Harry asked hesitantly.Flitwick's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Of course, Harry. What would you like to know?""Well, I was just curious about why everyone thinks I'm so important," Harry explained. "I mean, I understand I survived the killing curse and everything, but it just seems like everyone expects so much from me." He put his heart out.Flitwick nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, I can understand why you might feel that way. But you see, Harry, your story is not just about surviving the curse. It's about the bravery and sacrifice that went into that survival."Harry looked at Flitwick curiously. "What do you mean, sir?""Well, for starters, you were just a baby when Lo-you-know-who attacked your parents," Flitwick explained, covering his slip up. Harry noticed but didn't comment. "And yet, somehow, you managed to survive the curse that killed him. That's a remarkable feat in itself." Harry continued his look, silently asking to continue. "But it's not just that," Flitwick continued. "You see, your parents are members of the Order of the Phoenix, a group dedicated to fighting against you-know-who and his followers. They were brave and selfless individuals who risked everything to protect the Wizarding World from evil.""And when they died, they gave you something even more powerful than any magic could ever be," Flitwick said. "They gave you their love and protection. That's what kept you alive that night, Harry. And that's why everyone thinks you're so important."Harry sat in silence, absorbing everything Flitwick told. He never really thought about his parents in that way before. Hell, he didn't know they were killed like that except the few times Uncle Vernon saying something about how they are freaks like him. He also understood 'Harry Potter' is important only after visiting Diagon Alley. That's why he chose to stay hidden. All this explanation definitely cleared things in his mind. He just needs to be extra careful to not let his Vampire secret out. He can understand the consequences that would follow if it leaks out, so with more determination to find his true self, Harry stood up."Thank you, Professor," Harry said in gratitude. "I never realised that before."Flitwick smiled kindly. "It's my pleasure, Mr Potter. You are a remarkable kid. You inherited your mother's determination with your Father's courage. Great people they were. Remember my doors will always be open. Good night, Mr Potter." Flitwick said and with a final greeting, Harry left.Classes went smoothly for Harry. As a smart student and having an extra 5 hrs to study in the morning, he aced all his exams including Potions. Snape begrudgingly giving Harry an A in his exams. He can still remember the fun of flying for the first time. It's their 1st flying class and Harry was with his class. They eagerly wait for their Instructor, Madam Hooch to return as Neville fainted as an effect of being bullied by Malfoy. Harry told the boy to stop and Malfoy stopped. That's when Malfoy flew off taking away Neville's, ah, remembrall. Yeah, that. Something used to store messages, Harry was told. He followed the boy on his broom and took the remembrall by force from Malfoy. He didn't notice he flew off into the Quidditch stadium and started looping the pitch as it felt so much fun to him. After 10 mins, Madam Hooch came calling Harry back and deducting 20 points from Ravenclaw as penalty for unauthorised flying.Harry didn't feel bad about the points deducted but just wanted to fly around. When the Quidditch selections were around, he was asked by Professor Flitwick if he was interested and Harry joined the team as an extra Seeker. One evening, as the moon cast its silvery glow on Hogwarts, Harry is feeling particularly ravenous. He sat on his four-poster bed in his room, his thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and desperation.It's the same time of the year when he became a Vampire. He didn't know whether this is his birthday in Vampire terms or just the inhuman day to them, but he couldn't bear the thirst and decided to go on a walk.As he slipped out of the Ravenclaw Tower, he felt the weight of his housemate's gaze on him. He walked down the dimly lit halls of Hogwarts, his mind racing.While exploring the castle, Harry stumbled upon a hidden room, long forgotten by the students and staff. It was there that he encountered the ghost of a centuries-old vampire, one who had learned to cope with his dark urges while existing within the walls of Hogwarts."Ah, young Potter," the ghostly figure hissed. Harry, taken aback, replied cautiously, "Who are you? And how do you know me?"Harry stared in shock as the ghost before him introduced himself as Lord Ambrosius. "A vampire ghost? I've never heard of such a thing," Harry said, fascinated and a little frightened.Lord Ambrosius chuckled softly. "Yes, I'm quite unique, even among my own kind. But that's not why I'm here, Harry. I sensed something different about you, a power within you that hasn't yet been unlocked."Harry raised an eyebrow. "What power?""The power of your true vampire potential," Lord Ambrosius replied. "You see, vampires have a hierarchy, and you are a part of it whether you like it or not. I'm curious, why did you come here? I thought my generation was the last to come here to study magic." Harry was taken aback."How old are you?" He hesitantly asked."Ah, now that's an interesting question. If I remember correctly, at least 300? No 400. Yes I remember being the 3rd son of the Duke of Vampires." He explained and Harry was taken aback."Our kind was hunted badly in the last few centuries. That's how I ended up here actually. I thought all pure-blood families went into hiding or were extinct." He said sadly. "Leave it, tell me young Vampire, why are you holding back your Enthrallment? You seem weak, boy." Ambrosius said in suspicion. His face paled for a second."You are not drinking human Blood, are you?" He asked in an accusing tone and Harry didn't reply, shifting his feet nervously. "I'm not going to talk to a Vampire who doesn't want to be one. Get out of my sight!" Lord Ambrosius said and moved away."Wait!" Harry called and explained how he became a vampire. Everything about Aurelia and Elara. Lord Ambrosius listened to everything patiently. He understood the young Potter's plight."...""I know it's unfortunate that you lost Elara, but you are Aurelia's only hope, Harry. You should become strong if you want to really know why she chose you and what's actually wrong with Vampires these days. My high moon strength is leaving me, child. Don't let anything stop you from becoming strong. Farewell, young Fangs." Lord Ambrosius' ghost vanished. Harry felt relieved after sharing his burden with someone after 3 years. Rethinking all of Lord Ambrosius' words, he decided to ask the source why she chose him by becoming strong. Maybe he will get his answer.Soon, the fateful day when he lost everything and transformed into a Vampire came and the Halloween festivities were in full swing at Hogwarts, the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall shimmered with a symphony of eerie colours, reflecting the excitement and joy of the students below. However, a sudden commotion at the entrance disrupted the celebrations. Professor Quirrell burst into the hall, his face a mask of terror, as he screamed, "T-t-troll! There's a troll in the dungeon!"Panic erupted among the students and staff, with everyone rushing to their respective dormitories for safety. However, in the chaos, Harry was too confused to move anywhere and heard someone ask for Hermione. He saw the girl go to the Girl's bathroom and Harry went to check on her. Even though the same courageous nature made him a Vampire, Harry still couldn't get rid of it and mind his business. He walked in the direction he could hear a girl's cries for help and reached the bathrooms. Meanwhile, Hermione had locked herself in the girl's bathroom, unaware of the looming danger. As she wiped away her tears, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor outside, followed by a guttural grunt. The door to the bathroom creaked open, revealing the monstrous form of the troll, its beady eyes filled with malice.Hermione froze, her heart pounding as the troll raised its massive club, ready to strike. Just as it began to swing, someone arrived on the scene.As the troll prepared to attack, Harry's vampiric instincts kicked in. His senses heightened, he felt a surge of power coursing through his veins."Hey, you overgrown brute!" he shouted, distracting the troll. Meanwhile, he quickly made his way towards the door Hermione is in and opened it. She was surprised to see him. He gave his hand and on autopilot, her body caught it. He ran with Hermoine in hand as fast as he could and his strength and agility helped him a lot as he easily managed to dodge the Troll's attacks. Leaving Hermione in a safe place, away from the Troll, Harry went to face it, not listening to Hermione.With a wave of his wand, he cast a spell at the club, causing it to slip from the troll's grasp and crash into a row of sinks. It tried picking up, but couldn't. Getting angry at its club, it put all its effort to lift it. Harry removed the spell, and the Club flew into the air due to the force. That's when gravity made its existence known and the club directly fell on the Troll's head as it didn't move its large body. The force of the hit knocked it unconscious. Harry calmed down, the adrenaline beginning to fade from his system. Hermione rushed to Harry, her eyes brimming with gratitude. "Thank you," she said, her voice trembling. "I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't come."Harry whispered no problem and his ears picked up people moving toward them and with a mouth-zipping gesture, Harry ran in the opposite direction of the incoming steps. Everyone was surprised at the knocked-out Troll and Hermione made up a story that it slipped and fell, its club hit its head. Though too much of a stretch, none questioned and Halloween ended with that incident.
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