Chapter Two- Dead Fun

Harry woke with a start, gasping for air in a dark room. For some reason he couldn't feel any air filling his lungs, but it didn't hurt. He slowly got out of bed and walked over to closest door, which was Madam Pomfrey's office, as he was in the Hospital Wing. He slowly opened the door and saw Madam Pomfrey stacking some shelves.

"H... Hello...?" Harry said, his voice clearly hoarse. Madam Pomfrey looked as if she had seen a ghost and jumped back fainting. She fell the floor and was out cold. Harry decided that he needed to find another teacher so he set off down the corridors, looking for Professor Dumbledore's office.

He finally reached the stone gargoyle, before saying the password, "Toffee Apple". He entered the Headmasters office and saw that he was talking to Professor McGonagall, Hermione and Ron. They had clearly all been crying and Hermione looked the worst, bloodshot eyes, puffy sacs underneath them, and tears were still flowing down her cheeks. She was holding onto Ron whilst he was trying his hardest not to cry over his dead friend. They were all saying words about how he was too young to die and it was unfair that he had. Harry was about to open the door when he heard this statement. He stepped back from the door and looked at his hands, they were ghostly white. He felt his teeth and there was two prominent fangs there, a sign that he was a vampire. He recalled when he had been bitten, Draco and Fang had ran off, and the dark figure, which must have been a vampire, bit his neck, draining his blood. He started to cry when Dumbledore noticed a presence outside of the door.

"Who is it?" The old man said, voice hoarse from all the explaining that he had to make.

"M... Me s.. sir!" Harry squeaked nervously as he stepped through the door.

"Harry! No... No it cant be you! It cant!" Hermione shook her head, crying even more now that she had seen her once dead friend.

"Hermione... It is me! Look at me!" He asked as he stepped towards her. Ron was holding Hermione up against him as she cried her heart out, disbelieving that Harry was alive.

"Ha... Harry... That cant be you... You died... Remember?" Ron said nervously, as he swallowed the lump in his throat. Professor McGonagall tried not to cry as she eyed the boy up and down, and noticed that he was being brought to tears.

"Ha... Harry... Is that you?" She asked disbelievingly, Harry couldn't even nod as he heard the disbelieving words of his favourite teacher. He turned and ran, he continued running through the school, looking for somewhere he could run to. He could hear the continuous shouting of his friends and his teachers as they looked for him. He was hidden inside a tree, crying because they thought he was dead. Suddenly he had a brilliant idea, just it would have to wait till breakfast tomorrow.