A/N- I know, I know! I have another Castlevania fic up here that isn't finished! Technically, I have two, but the other is an Abarat crossover (we'll not get into that!). However, this fic will be hilarious (in my opinion at the very least) and it will be a Harry Potter crossover. Please enjoy!

Disclaimer Buddy-- :sings: I don't own, I don't own, I don't own it! K-noamiiiiii owns it! Pleeeeeasee don't sue!

A/N II- Okay, enough of that.


Prologue

"Arise!" cried an old, but strong voice from the outside of his crypt.

Has it been a hundred years already? However, Dracula did as he was told to do. Pushing open the lid of his stone coffin, he sat up.

"I have risen! Fear me, ye humans! For I will bathe in thy blood and corrupt thou daughters! For I am the Prince of Evil, King of the Vampires!" he cried, as he usually did to scare the order of dark priests that gathered every hundred years to reawaken their "hero." This would've worked, if there had been any dark priests to scare. Instead of the usual gasps of fear and awe, there was a scoff from a young boy with messy black hair, a lightning bolt shaped scar, and emerald green eyes who was leaning against a nearby tree.

"Oh, please…" the boy said, looking causally over his shoulder. "You were quite right, Headmaster. He is rather theatrical."

For the first time, Dracula noticed just who it had been who had summoned him. An old man with long white hair and a long white beard to match in purple robes stood before the outdoor coffin. His hands were clasped in front of him around the hilt of a dagger, and he was smiling quite pleasantly down at the vampire.

Dracula ran a hand through his long, white-blond hair and said, "Albus?"

"Why, hello, Vladimir," the old man said.

"Albus Dumbledore?" Dracula asked, still not quite believing his own preternatural eyes.

"Yes, Vlad. It's me. It's been a few years, hasn't it?" Dumbledore said. "Fifty, at the least."

The boy up against the tree had turned his attention back to the scene. He seemed mildly interested in the fact that the elder man he had apparently traveled with knew the self-proclaimed King of Vampires.

"How did you two meet, professor? If you don't mind me asking," the boy inquired politely.

"Not at all, Harry. Let's just say, I helped get him out of a mess with our Ministry of Magic, and now I'm calling in a favor," Dumbledore said.

"Who is this child?" Dracula asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not a child. I'm seventeen," Harry said defensively.

Dracula made no move to apologize, but instead looked up to Dumbledore for an answer.

"His name is Harry Potter, Vlad," Dumbledore said. "I believe you might have heard of him."

"The Harry Potter? The boy that's destined to kill Lord…oh, what's his name?"

"Voldemort," Harry answered harshly.

"That's it," Dracula said. "Now, about this favor you're calling in…"

"I need you to keep an eye on him this summer. Let him stay with you," Dumbledore said. "For all your killings, you're still safer than most people I could bunk him in with. Voldemort came too close this year in finding the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. We only nearly got the traitor. Castlevania, however, is the perfect hideaway. Voldemort will never suspect Harry here."

Harry, still leaning against the tree, shook his head.

"But you've only awoken me. You haven't raised Castlevania," Dracula said. "That's usually done first."

Dumbledore coughed and motioned with his eyes for Dracula to look behind him. The vampire did. Towering high into the clouds was Castlevania, the castle of Dracula.

"Huh," Dracula said. Hitting the edge of his coffin once for emphasis, he then pulled himself to his feet and stepped out onto the ground. He then looked at Dumbledore and added, "How did you manage to raise both me and Castlevania? I mean, we usually have an entire order of Dark Priests do it."

"Who's we?" Harry asked.

"Death and myself."

"Oh," Harry said sarcastically. "Death. Should've known that."

"Be nice, Harry," Dumbledore said. Turning his attention back, he said, "Those of you who follow the Dark Ways are always so overwritten. All I had to do is sacrifice a chicken and use the proper terminology."

"Chicken blood? I, the great Lord of Darkness, was brought back with…chicken blood?"

"You have no idea what it's like to watch the headmaster of your school sacrificing a chicken. I don't think I'll be sleeping well tonight. This is all with the fact that the castle is demon-infested," Harry said despairingly.

"How did you know that?" Dracula asked.

"My friend, Hermione, told me. She's read about it," Harry said.

"Well, Dumbledore, I would love to protect this boy, but what about the Belmonts? They'll be sure to hunt me down," Dracula said.

"How will they know your up and about?" Harry asked, seemingly interested.

"I've asked myself that many a time. It's like they have an extra sense in their bodies. Taste, Touch, See, Hear, Smell, and Dracula's Awake," the Lord of Darkness said, waving his hand in the air.

"I've already informed them of the situation. They'll not bother you as long as Harry's here and unharmed," Dumbledore said.

Dracula shook his head. "Very well," he said. He turned to Harry, "Come, boy. Gather your things. I'll find a room for you."

The vampire turned, whirling his cape about him, and strode of into his castle. Harry picked up his long trunk, waved a quick good-bye to Dumbledore, and followed as best he could.

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"What am I supposed to do here?" Harry asked, grunting as he lugged his trunk up yet another set of stairs.

Dracula paused and pushed open a door. A room, lavishly done in red and gold, was before him. A large canopy bed taking up most of the space. Harry pulled his trunk inside and set it at the foot of the bed. He bent to open it, to pull out things to make his room more homey, when a dull thump was heard on the bed.

Dracula had tossed a brown, leather bound book there.

"It's a journal. You can chronicle your time here. That's what you can do," he said. "Have a nice stay."

With another theatrical whirl, Dracula closed the bedroom door and was heard retreating up the hall.


End Notes: There it is! I hope everyone likes it! Was it funny? Please R R and tell me! Btw, if you're also reading Little Red Riding Hood, I hope to update that soon!