I don't own Darren Shan or harry potter or anything else that isn't mine that I use in this story.

Chapter 1

He sighs. 'I've been sitting here for an hour already. I should go and get to work on the plans.' Darren yawns and sits up from his hammock. Cracking his back he gets up and reaches down and grabs his royal blue robe that was lying on the ground at his feet. He slips it over his head and sighs again as he stumbles out of his room.

It had been a month since Mr. Creepsly had died and afterwards they had come back to Vampire Mountain to tell the rest of the princes how the confrontation between the vampaneze lord had gone over. Since then, he had been staying around to help with plans for the next attack. Everyone had watched, helpless, as Darren slowly died on the inside, just a walking empty shell. Lartens death had effected him the most, but he refused to see it.

He walked down the dimly lit corridor towards the princes thrown room, now being used as a home base for planning. When Vancha stepped out of a room further down the corridor and turned to Darren with pitying eyes.

"Darren, me and the other princes want to see you."

Darren looked at him questioningly but followed him down the corridor and into the hall of princes were Arrow, Mika and Paris were already seated at their thrown's.

Paris gave Darren a smile and gestured to the seat in front of them "Come. Sit down Darren. We have to discuss something."

Darren looked suspiciously at him for a second before sitting down in the specified seat. The rest of the hall was empty except for the five princes and the many dust bunnies that sat on the other thrown's, for they had not been used because the princes were too busy to take a seat for the past few weeks. Vancha sat down in his thrown and all eyes turned to Darren who shrunk slightly in his seat. 'This is going to be bad' he thought as Paris spoke kindly to him.

"Darren, the vampaneze seemed to have lessened their movement the past few days. Everyone needs a rest here; we've all been running around like chickens with our heads cut off. Last night we princes called a meeting to all the vampires-"

"A meeting!?" Darren panicked "And I missed it!? I'm sorry Paris; I shouldn't have gone back to bed for a nap. I promise it won't happen again I-"

Paris halted his ramble with a raised hand. "Hush, Darren. You have every right to take a nap, just like the rest of us. That's why at the meeting we discussed you." Darren tilted his head a bit in silent question "The other vampires and I agree that you have worked the hardest and have spread yourself too thin. Darren," Paris cotinued in a softer tone. "you need to stop. Your going to hurt yourself, we know that Larten's death is haunting your dreams so you avoid sleeping." Darren opens his mouth to object but stops at Arrows stern look "Don't think we don't hear you yelling in your sleep Darren" Darrens eyes widened a fraction. "Yes, we hear you tossing in your sleep and yelling out in the middle of the night. Its destroying you Darren, and the clan think you need to get away from the vampire world for awhile." said Arrow, looking at the boy in front of him with sadness.

Darren sat there and stared at them, then smiled the biggest he had in a long time and let out a long breath. "I can't believe I almost thought you were serious! I mean. Really, you have to do better then that! Now, back to the plans." He started to stand when Mika stopped him.

"Darren, were not joking. The clan took a vote and they chose to have you go stay with a friend for Paris' for awhile till you feel better."

"No, really, I think we should start on the plans now. Stop kidding with me, I know it's supposed to be a joke. And to be frank, it's not." Darren said, getting a bit nervous now, had stopped walking and was now facing the princes.

"Darren! Stop being dense! We're not joking!" Yelled Vancha who had reached the end on his very short patients.

Darren suddenly felt very confused "But... why? I don't understand. I don't deserve anything special" Darren considered himself the least deserving person out of the whole mountain. What had he done other than lead the only hope of the vampires into a trap?

"Were not giving you anything special, we just think you need a holiday to relax." Said Paris calmly, folding his fingers together and setting them in his lap.

"But I didn't do anything wrong!" yelled Darren, feeling offended. What did they think he was? Someone to be pitied? "You think I need a break? Look at Paris! He's barely staying awake! I need to stay here and fight!" he declared with a stomp and pointing to the floor.

Vancha was red with frustration and he ground out between clenched teeth, trying to rein in his anger."We've already set it up for you so you have no choice in the matter!"

"I'M NOT GOING! I'M STAYING HERE!" yelled Darren standing firm 'Im not going anywere while Steve is still out there!" 'While people are dying….' he added in his mind. He set his expression into a frown of defiance.

"YOUR GOING AND THAT'S FINAL!" yelled Vancha, he had been very worried about his friend.

While this yelling match was going on, any passing by vampires had stopped by the door and were now listening in, making bets to see who'd win. By now about half of the mountain had gathered there.

"IM NOT GOING AND YOU CANT MAKE ME!" bellowed Darren crossing his arms and stomping his foot like a child, finally getting fed up with arguing.

Vancha deflated instantly and he suddenly got a sly look on his face. "Oh really now?" He smiled sinisterly and hopped down from the stage and started to walk slowly towards him, rolling his shoulders.

Darren suddenly realized his mistake "Uh oh…….." He turned and ran as fast as he could for the door as Vancha bounded after him. Darren opened the door to see a wall of vampires in front of him, all surprised to see him. Darren glanced behind him to see Vancha right behind him.

"Give up, you little stinker?" said Vancha with a smirk

"No!" Darren wheeled around and threw himself to the floor and started to crawl under the horde of adult full-vampires who couldn't move because they were packed in so tightly in the small hall.

"GET BACK HERE DARREN!" Bellowed Vancha as he dug / swam through all the confuzzled vampires after Darren who was now scrambling up and down the hall to his room.

"Catch me if you can old timer!" He yells over his shoulder and sprints past his room and past dozens of confused vampires who later laugh as a red faced Vancha runs past after the youngster.

Vancha catches up and yells "GOT YOU NOW!" and leaps at Darren. Darren turns sharply to the right through another corridor. Making Vancha do a face plant into the ground.

Darren was having so much fun he forgot what he was running away for, so when Mika suddenly stepped out of the shadows and grabbed him by his collar.

"Now that's no way to treat one of your fellow Vampires Darren." He said in a voice with barely surpressed chuckles as Vancha comes storming towards them, clothes even dirtier and face purple with bruises and anger.

"Hey! Lemme go Mika!" Darren squirmed in the mans grasp.

"YOUR NOT GOING ANYWERE YOU LITTLE...little...erm……MUNCHKIN! YA! Munchkin….." muttered a now embarrassed Vancha as even the most collected vampire in the entire mountain was now chuckling at him. "Pah!" crossing his arms and mumbling to himself about 'ungrateful brats'.

Darren twists and turns in Mika's grasp but gives up after a few seconds . He may be smaller but the full vampire is far stronger than him. He pouts and complains "I'm still not going…."

Mika raises an eyebrow and smiles "Oh, we have ways young one, we have ways……."

0With Harry0

He had just finished mowing the lawn, clipping the hedges, watering the plants, and washing the Dursleys car and was now inside washing the dishes from lunch. And guess what? He was tired.

'At least I'm inside and not under the sun' thought Harry positively. He sighed. 'Although I'd rather be upstairs studying. Snape gave us a, rather large, homework assignment for the summer and I don't have it done yet!' He had a secret stash of books under the floorboard beneath his bed that he had snuck his homework into before Uncle Vernon could lock his things away. Dudley's baggy clothes were good for something, it seemed.

He finished drying the dishes and walked towards the stairs when Aunt Petunia's high pitched voice rang throughout the house like a siren.

"Boy! Did you mow the lawn?"

"Yes Aunt Petuinia" he said in a monotone voice, anything else would be considered rude.

"Did you clip the hedges?"

"Yes Aunt Petunia"

"Did you water my precious flowers?"

"Yes Aunt Petunia"

"Did you wash the car?"

Harry gave a ghost of a sigh. "Yes Aunt Petunia"

"DON'T GIVE ME THAT VOICE BOY! And did you clean up the dishes?"

"Yes Aunt Petunia" when silence was heard again he went upstairs to his nice, cool room. Even though it's the hottest room in the house because of lack of an air conditioner or open window, Harry still enjoyed his solitary confinement.

Harry sighed 'I cant wait for tomorrow when the next school year starts and I'm away from the Dursleys".

Suddenly, a scream was heard from downstairs. Harry jumped to his feet and ran down the stairs to where he saw a sight he never wished to see. A dozen or so Death Eaters were downstairs, half their wands pointed at the Dursleys, the others pointed at, you guessed it, himself.

'Oh darn it...'

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And that's the first chapter! I tried to put a bit of humor in there so it won't be entirely sad and action filled. BE EXPECTING SOMEMORE HUMOR! Gotta love it! I changed the first part of this story because it wrote itself to have Darren going insane. I didn't like it so I changed it. If you liked it……oh well! My fault! ;)

Edit: March 27 2007

Oh wow, how could you guys even stand this story? It had dumb mistakes and was really immature. What was I thinking? Hope you like this version better.