Vampyr Rising

A/n: Surprise! I meant to get this up before Halloween, but things happen. Anyway this is an idea that came up when I was trying to come up with a vampire!Harry story. Harry is 2 years older than canon, no one else is different. Voldemort did not attack the Potters until Harry was 3. Have fun reading.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I stake any claims that say I do so.

Can you accept me for what I am when I am the thing feared most?

Can you accept me for what I am when I am the thing wanted most?

Are we really that different or are we the same?

The differences matter naught;

For we have each other.

V and V.

R 3 F

-From the diary of Fleur Delacour

Chapter 1: The Rising

Number 4 Privet Drive

The shattered body of an eleven year Harry Potter lay crumpled inside of the cupboard that was his room. For once Harry could not understand why he was beaten this time. Usually it had something to do with his 'freakishness' yet this time it was not that he thought. While he had been cooking dinner for the Dursleys he had accidently cut himself with a knife and had under some impulse licked the blood off his finger. That was apparently the wrong thing to do as his Uncle Vernon had went on a rage and threw Harry to the ground.

All of the previous beatings up until this paled in comparison to this one. Harry was sure that this time he had numerous broken bones including at least one of his legs. The only thing that Harry was happy about was that they had thrown him into his 'room'.

The cupboard was small, only barely large enough to hold him somewhat comfortably. Other than that the room was completely unremarkable, except that it was completely black. Absolutely no light filtered in through the cracks along the wall and during the night it was completely pitch black. It for this reason and this reason alone that Harry liked his room or even living with his relatives.

The reason for this was when he was in the darkness he felt that he was truly home. When the blackness surrounded him it felt almost comforting, and he seemed to heal faster from his injuries here. In fact he seemed to thrive in the darkness; so much so that he preferred to stay in his cupboard room than anything else. He frequently stayed awake all through the night just to stay in the only time he felt comforted. During the day he seemed almost lethargic and unconsciously shied away from direct sunlight. It was almost as if he was a vampire, but as he could walk in sunlight that seemed unlikely. And besides he didn't believe in that sort of stuff. The darkness seemed like his only family, not the Dursleys who he'd been stuck with since his parents had died. The darkness seemed to embrace him as one of its own and he gladly accepted its gift and love.

He had never told anyone about his seemingly unusual affinity for the dark for the reason that he knew he would be punished beyond anything else he had ever felt. He knew that the Dursleys would make his life a living hell if they knew and would probably make sure that he never came near anything remotely dark again. Thus no one knew about his secret.

However this time was different. The normal strength that usually came from the darkness was not present. The dark simply seemed to embrace him as a mother would have, albeit it seemed to be hugging him apologetically as though saying that it was sorry that it couldn't help him. Harry felt that his was going to be end, his body was just too broken in order to heal itself.

"Someone please help me." He managed to croak out before he passed out, hoping that just this once someone would finally hear him.

And someone did.

-Vampyr Rising-

Somewhere in Romania

Castiel Marki was a patient man. Hell, he'd been waiting for over four hundred years for something to happen. Never once would he have believed that what he had been waiting for would occur today in the monotony that had become routine for him.

Castiel was not by any means a normal person. He could even be described as human. He was much more than that. He was a vampyr. He had been alive for over five hundred years by now, being the Keeper of the Line. He was the one that went to the new heirs and prepared them. That was his job anyway. Castiel was a vampyr, not a vampire like his unworthy cousins, but a vampyr. Albeit he was the last of the known vampyrs, but he knew that eventually an heir to the Ţepeş line would arise and take the vampyrs back to greatness. Thus was his patience. He had nothing but time.

Vlad Ţepeş III had been the first of vampyrs, while his cousin Dracula had been the first of the vampires. As such he was sometimes confused as him and was sometimes called Dracul. At the time vampyrs were heavily feared, but not because of what they were, rather because of their power and skills. Vampyrs were known as users of the Shadow Arts and became very skilled in their chosen profession, assassins. They could take out any target silently and without mess, leaving behind no trace of the death that had occurred there. Very skilled in their art they had been called upon by governments all around the world to take out high-stake targets.

However over time the vampyrs began fading into oblivion as the more commonly known vampires became more and more feral and attacking citizens losing whatever reputation they had. Thus the vampyrs went underground to hide from the masses out for their blood as they were confused for their cousins, only helping those who really needed their help, before they too faded way.

Over time the numbers of vampyrs began dwindling until only a handful remained, one of those being an heir of Vlad the Impaler. Eventually it came down to just the Ţepeş heir and Castiel.

Then during the last battle involving vampyrs, Ţepeş was fatally hit and knew that he was to about to die. However before he did he gave Castiel an important role: to raise his heir when the time had come and bring the power that was once the vampyr's back to greatness. He would not tell Castiel how he had had a child as it was known that he had not had a wife, but he told him that he did indeed have a child. A daughter and that it had been predicted that the Ţepeş line would eventually rise again.

Thus Castiel waited. For over four hundred years he waited. Now the time had come. Castiel had felt it when the heir had called out for help and felt the darkness begging him to accept the child. Castiel knew that the Heir was ready to rise again.

Next to him the shadows opened themselves up and Castiel stepped into them disappearing to the heir's side.

-Vampyr Rising-

Hogwarts Headmasters Office

In the dead quiet of Albus Dumbledore's office along a far shelf lay a few silver instruments shaped somewhat like globes. Each of these instruments held a particular use, although no one but Dumbledore himself knew of their purpose. Every visitor to his office had at some point in time had wondered about their purpose, but not once had Albus revealed any of them. The only thing that he would say about them was that they were for 'the Greater Good'; however no one really knew what that meant.

In temporarily empty office, one of the silver instruments began heating up and steam began billowing from the base of the object. Suddenly the object exploded, taking with it the other instruments next to it. Something had happened whatever had been tied to those magical objects.

Yet it would be months until during a meeting with new professor who asked what the purpose of the silver debris on the shelf was that it would be noticed that the instruments were destroyed.

-Vampyr Rising-

British Ministry of Magic

Department of Mysteries

Hall of Prophecies

The Department of Mysteries was almost never occupied, at least to the untrained eye. However the Hall of Prophecies was even more isolated and emptied than the rest of the department. This was for the simple reason that prophecies were hardly ever made any more and those that where were created and recorded in the presence of the one unspeakable that had an office nearby, away from the strange emptiness and wisps of mystery that radiated from there.

In the dead silence of the hall, somewhere along the south wall, if one could pinpoint a direction in the god forsaken hall, an activated prophecy suddenly turned completely black as the white fog drained out of it. The now black sphere cracked straight down the middle as an unearthly scream of pain shattered the deathly silence of the hall.

-Vampyr Rising-

6 Years Later

France

Summer

Raphael "Cree" Creed Ţepeş, gazed into the darkness made by the new moon into the beautiful landscape that was France below him. He reflected on the past six years. As told to him by this adopted father Castiel, he had been brutally beaten to the point of death by his supposed relatives when he was 11 and thrown into complete darkness where he had died. However he had not fully died, instead the darkness had fully embraced him and released his vampyr heritage from its bonds. The darkness had lead Castiel to him, who had taken him in and raised him as a true vampyr he was and the heir to Vlad Ţepeş III, who was also known as Vlad the Impaler.

Since he could not remember his name from his past life he had been renamed as Raphael, taking the name of the archangel in recognition of his rebirth into this better life. He had been trained in the Shadow Arts and martial arts, which were among the skills needed to become an assassin. With his resilience and quick learning, he had become somewhat of a god in the assassin underground and had earned the feared reputation he had. Since that moment six years ago, Raphael had begun turning the willing cult groups that remembered the old ways as he was the only one at the moment who could turn someone because of the fact that he was the heir to the first. Overtime underground vampyrs came forward and joined the ranks under Raphael. His personal assassin group known as the Shades became highly feared in the dark community because of their ruthlessness and power. It was under this that Raphael had begun the Regime of the Vampyrs. The vampyrs had begun rising again.

After six years of working he had decided that he had needed a break from the forests of Romania and constant worked that needed done and had left for France on an impulse vacation. Now, surveying the landscape he wondered why he had chosen France in the first place. Not that it wasn't beautiful, for it was, but he couldn't understand why he had gone here; it was almost as if he had been drawn there.

Had anyone been able to see him they would have seen quite the view. Standing at about 6'6' he made an impressive sight with short coal black hair that was long enough to cover his forehead and the ungodly but faded lightning bolt scar that cut across his features. The most powerful part of his face was his eyes which shown of a pitch black that seemed to draw you in and trap you in subconscious.

However it is not any of those that would have drawn a viewer's eye. That was reserved for the gigantic leathery black wings that flowed from his back. Raphael had no particular reason for having them on display today, as he could retract them, but he liked to have them fanned out, feeling the wind beneath them. After the darkness, he felt the most at home amongst the sky and he spent hours a day just gliding along above the forests of Romania. Now however, he sat crouched on the battlements of the cathedral with his wings fanned out to the sides, which were simply floating lazily in the breeze. For a moment he thought of the irony of the feared Raphael the vampyr assassin being on top of a cathedral devoted to Raphael the archangel.

Raphael was brought out of his musings by a sharp cry of distress from far below him. Deciding that he was bored anyway and in need of something to do, Raphael jumped off the battlement and dived towards the ground, his wings folded against his back. As he neared the rapidly approaching ground he saw a group of about four men surrounding a girl with silvery blond hair, who looked to be about his age collapsed on the ground. Tucking his wings tightly against his back Raphael performed a half flip and landed right in front the girl, his wings flaring out menacingly.

Cocking his head slightly to the side he looked at the four men. "I think that you should leave"

The four men cringed slightly before stepping up defiantly, one of them speaking as the leader. "No, I think you should leave boy. It is our job to capture this…monster and take her. Now leave before you get hurt."

"So be it"

Instantly the four men drew wands and began shooting spells at him. Raphael skillfully dodged all four spells letting them harmlessly splash against the way behind him.

"Is that it?"

"Avada Kedavra!" Four sickly green beams of light erupted from their wands and hurtled on their way towards Raphael. However just as they appeared about to connect with him he disappeared in a cloud of black smoke before reappearing directly behind the leftmost one and he reached around and cleanly snapped his neck. Instantly the other three men whirled towards him and sent more green jets of light at him. Nimbly sidestepping all three, Raphael darted forward a small dagger slipping into his hand from the sleeve of the black hoodie that he wore and slammed the hilt of the dagger into the nose of one, knocking him backward where his head collided quite painfully against a metal dumpster, before twirling it around and throwing it straight into the heart of a second.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Turning surprised towards the last attacker he was stuck by beam of light directly above his heart. However the man's eyes widened considerably when Raphael just stood there, seemingly not affected by the unstoppable killing curse.

"You can't kill what's already dead" Raphael sneered to the shocked man as his nails lengthened into four inch long talons and thrust his arm forward impaling the man straight through the heart in a manner that was reminiscent of his late ancestor. The man's last sight on earth was the wicked looking canines of Raphael lengthening into fangs.

With a squelch Raphael pulled out his hand and looked all of the blood covering it with interest, before licking it off and turning towards the girl.

The girl was slightly shorter than he was with smooth silvery blond hair cascading down her back and framing her beautiful face which was eclipsed by the beautiful sky blue eyes filled with pain and sadness. She was beautiful in ways that he could not describe in spite of the blood covering her lithe body. She looked at him with a mixture of hope and fear in her eyes as he walked towards her collapsed form. Crouching down he looked her over, noticing the thick cuts and bruises that covered her body, which was barely covered by the shreds of what remained of her clothes.

"Are you ok?" he asked gently.

"N..no. Please help me" With that she lost consciousness.

Raphael looked at her in sadness and grief, something that he had not felt in over six years since he had become a vampyr. For some reason he felt connected to this girl, in a way that he could not understand. With his enhanced hearing Raphael could hear her heart starting to slow until it came to point that he knew that she wouldn't make it.

At once he knew that he could not let her die. He felt drawn towards this girl and he felt as if the world wouldn't be the same without this beautiful creature. In that moment he decided to do something that he had vowed he would never do: involuntarily turn someone, but he felt that he had to do this. He carefully took her sliced wrist and licked as minuscule amount of blood that was required to turn someone from the wound. He then lengthened a talon on his right hand and slit his wrist letting some blood begin to flow outward and gently pressed the cut to her lips and she unconsciously began sucking on the cut. Feeling the blood flow into her mouth just as her heart stopped beating, he hoped that he had acted quickly enough.

Healing his wrist with a quick lick to the cut, he picked up her lithe body in his arms and prepared to take her to his apartment in the city while she turned. Raphael was just about to leave when he noticed a silver locket lying on the ground where it had slipped out of her limp hand. Bending down he picked it up and looked at it. It was a small heart shaped locket with a small engraving on the back.

For my sister Fleur,

we'll always have each other.

-Vampyr Rising-

A/n: I felt that this was a good place to stop. This fic will most likely be slow updating as my other fic Death's Angel will probably take precedence. It is also currently unbeta-ed. If you would like to beta it let me know.

~Cain