Prologue

Harry was in Defense against the Dark Arts class thinking about Voldemort and how he had been to quiet lately, he had already been yelled at by Snape for just sitting there not doing the spell so to shut him up he did the spell perfectly then went back to ignoring him. Harry thought about how Voldemort had said that he had a brother once that Dumbledore had killed. He could not help but agree with Voldemort that Dumbledore was manipulative and only did what was best for himself and to make himself seem like the hero. Harry also knew that Hermione and Ron were being paid to be his friends by the old fool from his own money no less, they did not know it but Harry had made sure that when he gave the word all his money that had been stolen would be given back with interest he knew it would wipe the Weasley's out the would be forced to put up the Burrow as collateral. Hermione would never find a job that would pay enough to pay back everything before she was over a hundred. And Dumbledore, well the rest of his fortune, many of his artifacts, and his manor would have to be given up and then some just to pay back all he had stolen since his parent's death.

Harry had also been hiding a secret from everyone, he was now a Vampire. One new years right before term started he had gone to sleep that night and when he woke in the morning he had a thirst that he could not explain and his canine teeth were enlogated into fangs. When he noticed that all his senses were sharpened to an extreme he knew what he was and instinctively knew how to hide it. He had gone to the forbidden forest and hunted down a few deer, even though they had tasted horrible he knew he could not feed off of humans because he would have been caught. So for the last three months at night he had been going to the forbidden Forest to feed then heading to the Library to find out more about Vampires so he knew all he could about what he was.

Just as Harry thought that he could understand what Voldemort had against Dumbledore and the light side and that he agreed with some of his goals his head exploded with pain and soon he knew only darkness.

When Harry woke a few hours later he was different in not only mind but in body as well. He knew there were a few things he had to set in order before he could talk to the two people who would have missed him most since his death. Yes, death for harry had not always been Harry James Potter, he had once been and was once again Ryan Alexander Riddle or as many had known him Lord Marius. He now looked how he would have had he lived the last seventeen years and not died.

He knew now why he had come into a Vampire inheritance on new year's instead of in July thirty-first his real birthday was new years. Even though he had been born in this incarnation on July thirty-first this life was only a continuation of his last because of his power of necromancy in his last life. He had used his necromancy powers to get rid of the filter that kept a person from knowing about their past lives and once it is gone it cannot be remade. It was his own personal brand of immortality because even a Vampire can be killed, neither of the Potter's had any vampire blood. It was because of his last life as a born vampire it had transferred to this incarnation. The only problem with the first time after obliterating the filter was that he had to find a way to make his memories return subconsciously, after that any life he had would be a continuation of his last with all his memories intact from birth.

He had been the reason that his brother wanted equal rights for all creatures and to separate the wizarding world from the muggle world because of the abuse they had suffered in the orphanage. They had made their goals in a way that it would appeal to all including purebloods. He could see the insanity he had feared was taking his brother from them before he had died had fully taken hold. Thank god he had put a failsafe in place, a phrase that would bring his brother back to sanity long enough to get whatever made him insane out of his system. But he knew he had to get many things into place before he could even approach his brother, and he had someone else he had to see first as he could be of great help getting to his brother but that was not the only reason. The man he would contact had meant a lot to him had been his everything. He only hoped that the man believed what he had said when he had laid dying in his arms so long ago.