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"Avada Kedavra!" Pettigrew yelled, and Harry screamed as the emerald jet struck Cedric in the chest. The proud Hufflepuff flew backwards, crashing, unmoving to the ground behind him, arm draped over the triwizard cup. The glance he'd taken in the hopes that he would survive was a mistake, as he didn't notice the ropes that grabbed him and tied him to a gravestone.

Pettigrew stowed the wand and began examining the cauldron in the center of the graveyard. Harry fought the ropes, but they simply grew tighter. Finally, Pettigrew picked up the bundle he was carrying and dropped it in.

"Please, just die!' Harry cried in his mind as the traitor began chanting.

"Bone of the father-" with a wave of his wand, the ground split, revealing a fine trickle of dust and vaguely human shaped bundle of cloth about ten feet away, "Unknowingly given. This will revive your son."

The dust flew into the cauldron, and Harry's scar burned worse as the potion sparked. His eyes closed from the pain, he barely saw the next part, save the last scream and splash, which was accompanied by another bout of pain.

Harry opened his eyes, and found Pettigrew's face less than a foot from his own. A knife was in his left hand, his right was nothing more than a bleeding stump, "And blood of the enemy, forcibly taken. This will restore your for." he said, stabbing the knife into Harry's arm. Harry screamed again as the tip sank deeper into his flesh.

A moment later, Pettigrew withdrew the knife, and placed the tip into a vial he'd placed on the ground. Once enough blood had filled the vial, Pettigrew threw the knife on the ground and returned to the cauldron. As he poured the contents of the vial into the cauldron, Harry screamed in pain and terror as the potion sparked further, blinding them.

"Robe me." a cold voice said through the overwhelming darkness that followed the blinding sparks. After a moment of sobbing, Harry heard a bustle of robes. Surrounding the center of the graveyard, lights burst into existence.

The sudden burst had again blinded him, but only for a moment. He opened his eyes, praying that he was wrong.

In the center of the graveyard, standing before a sobbing, bleeding Pettigrew was a skeletal man with almost no nose. His catlike pupils and scarlet eyes seemed to stare into Harry's soul, increasing the already unbearable pain. Lord Voldemort was smiling.

"Hold out your arm, Wormtail." he smiles, until he extends the bleeding stump, "The other arm. Hurry now, we mustn't keep our family waiting." he sneers.

Wormtail gulps and extends the other arm. Voldemort takes one finger and runs it up his sleeve, pulling it back. Visible in the floating lights was a black tattoo of a snake protruding from a skulls mouth. Voldemort placed a fingertip on it and Wormtail screamed again.

Voldemort turns coldly to him, "It has been a long time, Harry."

Harry felt slightly rebellious, probably his father talking, and spit back, "Not nearly long enough, you freak!"

"Temper, temper, Harry" he chided, smiling evilly, "Needless to say that I will punish you for that naughty mouth after my friends are here. But what would your mudblood mother think if she heard you talk that way?"

"She'd say to stab you in the eye and fire a blasting curse." Harry responds, wiping the smile off the dark Lords face for a moment, until he laughed.

"Well said!" he cheers, kicking the knife, still covered in Harry's blood, into the open grave, "but I wonder if you'll be able to do that?"

"Gimme my wand and we'll see."

"In time." he smirks, "But now, let us welcome my family!"

Several cloaked figures walked silently to the graveyard, faces covered in masks. Voldemort eyed each of them suspiciously, but made no effort to stop them. When all had gathered in a semicircle around them, he chuckled, "Quite remarkable. When I am restored to my powers by the weakest among you, you return within moments. Yet none of you tried to find me while I was weak and needy."

None of the circle moved. From Harry's perspective, none of them even breathed. Voldemort was uninterested, and easily continued, "Perhaps you felt I was too weak to be bothered with. That the potter boy had conquered the greatest wizard in history!"

Never!" one of the men gasped, throwing himself at Voldemort's feet.

"Crucio!" he smiles as the man twitches and screams, "You know that I do not forgive easily, Nott. Yet if you reaffirm your vow to serve me, I will spare your miserable life."

The curse ends, and Nott gasps out, "Of course, master. I will serve you forever." one by one, each of the remaining men kneeled and swore as well.

"Very good." Voldemort smiled, "Now, let us move onto potter." Harry didn't even notice the wand pointed at him before he screamed. The death eaters turned their attention to the thrashing student, many marveling at the sight. "Are you ready to fight? Like your parents and your grandparents before you?" he sneered as he cut the ropes and threw Harry his wand.

Harry grabbed it awkwardly and got some distance between them. The death eaters formed a circle around them and the two duelists squared off.

Voldemort decide to do a countdown, "one, two, the-" he starts before being interrupted by the most peculiar sound. A yawn.

Both of them looked for the person responsible, and found a young woman with blond hair and blood red eyes crawling out of the hole. One of her arms seemed darker, as if it weren't real.

"My thanks to whoever woke me up." she said sleepily, "That blood was pretty good. Pure virgin blood. Best way to wake up."

"Who are you?" Voldemort asked as he turned his wand towards her.

"Seras Victoria." she smiles, "And you are?"

"I'm the greatest wizard in the world!" he yelled angrily.

Seemingly unfazed, she shrugs, "I've been asleep longer then I realized, or you've changed. The Dumbledore I knew was a handsome young man, not some middle aged monster."

Voldemort seethed and cried, "Avada Kedavra!"

The woman was hit full to the face, and just looked back, "Do you always try and kill people you'd never met?" she asks calmly.

Voldemort and the death eaters looked terrified, but none of them moved. She closed her eyes and started sniffing.

She turns to Harry; "It was your blood that woke me up, so thanks." she smiles.

"You're welcome?" Harry says questioningly, "Did you say you knew Dumbledore?"

"I met him once, but I doubt I made much of an impression." she shrugs, "I can tell just by looking at you that you're not with them, so what are you doing here?"

"He wants to kill me." Harry says, looking sacredly at the confused looking maniac.

"Clearly. Mind telling me why?" she sighs.

"Wish I knew."

"Great. How'd you get here?" she sighs, still staring at the group surrounding them.

"The cup." he points.

"Portkey? Just what I needed." she groaned, "But at least it's night. Let's go." Harry can't even reply before she grabs his arm and drags him at superhuman speeds. Voldemort screams something behind him as he feels something jerk behind his navel. At the same time, a painful ripping sensation tears through his abdomen and he faints.

Dumbledore watches worriedly from the entrance to the maze. One of the champions should have been victorious by now. Fleur was taken out early on, and Krum was removed mere yards from the goal, which means that the others shouldn't be that far behind him. But that was thirty minutes ago...

Something crashes to the ground behind him. He turns just in time to see the triwizard cup fly to the side.

"Harry!" he cries, running to the young man. Harry is lying beside Cedric. His chest was slashed open, blood staining the grass red. The people in the stands were screaming as the teachers ran towards them.

Dumbledore quickly tries to seal the wound, but to no avail. Pompfrey begins chanting furiously, but the blood wouldn't stop. He conjures a stretcher and lifts him on to it. "Quickly! To the hospital wing!" he shouts, rushing through the crowd.

Snape, McGonagall, and Pompfrey follow, tailed unknowingly by Seras. The first person to notice her was a bushy haired girl who was tearfully running through behind them.

Dumbledore had been muttering the entire run, applying as much pressure to the gaping wound as his old body would allow. Pompfrey went ahead to clear the path and prepare the hospital wing. McGonagall ran to her office to get a healer from St. Mungo's. Snape begrudgingly assisted in the care of his mortal enemies' son.

"What do you think?" Dumbledore asks as they run across the second floor.

"Sectumsempra." he sighed, "Judging from the sheer power, and the fact that the mark burned, I'd say the Dark Lord is responsible."

"Can you help him?" Dumbledore asks, throwing open the doors wandlessly.

"No. Sectumsempra can only be reversed by a wizard greater than the one who cast the spell. Only you would have that much power and potter would likely die before the wound is closed." Snape answers, lifting him off the strecher.

"Isn't there anything we can do?!" Hermione cries behind them.

"I am sorry, Miss Granger. Dumbledore says sadly, "I will attempt to close the wound, but as Severus said, it will likely be unsuccessful."

"I could save him." Seras said from the corner.

"Who are you?" Snape asks, pointing his wand at her.

"Does it matter?" she asks, "I can save him."

"She's right, Severus." Dumbledore sighs, "We'll worry about who she is after Harry is safe. How can you save him?"

"By drinking his blood." she smiles, "If he turns, a little cut like that won't matter."

"Turns?" Hermione gulps.

"You're a vampire?" Dumbledore wonders.

"In a manner of speaking, yes. But I'm nothing like those weaklings you see around the country." she grins.

"Meridian?" Dumbledore gasps.

"Scion of Dracula himself."

"Then I will leave this to you." he vows slightly.

"Can you wake him up?" she asks, "This isn't a small choice, and I don't want to make him a monster if he would prefer to die as a man."

"He wouldn't last for long." Dumbledore warns.

"I would need less than a minute. Wake him when I say to." she says, walking over to the still bleeding boy. "It's been a while, but here we go." she sighs, placing her hand on his forehead.

She closes her eyes and recalls her training with Alucard all though years ago. 'Look with a third eye.' she thinks calmly, awakening her powers and pouring her consciousness into his mind.

Inside, she finds a shaking boy, covered by a black shadow. "Do you want to live?" she asks.

There is no answer, except the shadow growing more reckless, trying to absorb her. "Your only choices are to live as a monster, or die as a human." she says threateningly, "If you live, you'll be like me. A vampire of the night. Feasting on blood and forgoing the light of day. Or you can die now, as a human. Decide for yourself. In a few minutes, I want your answer."

She withdrew from the clouded mind and opened her eyes. "How long will he last with this much bleeding? Five minutes?"

"Maybe ten if we give him another blood replenishing potion." Pompfrey sighs.

"Give him one, and wake him up in five minutes." she says calmly, "I've told him what he needed to know. Now it's up to him."

"Will he live?" Hermione asks, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"If he chooses to, yes." She sighs, "But I know from experience that it isn't an easy choice. And it's even harder if he does."

"He will." She cries, "I know he will."

Harry vaguely remembers the words the mystery woman had told him. Live in the dark, or die. Those were the choices she gave him.

'What should I do?' he thought. This wasn't the first time he was faced with his own death. With Voldemort back, it likely wouldn't be the last... Unless he gave up. If he left the coming war to the others, he would finally be able to see his parents again.

One thing stopped him from refusing. One bushy haired witch was at the front of his mind. If he died, she would be devastated. She'd be left alone. He can't let that happen.

He opened his eyes, tears falling form his eyes from the pain, and looked right into the women's eyes, "I accept." he gasps. She smiles, fangs extending past her lower lip. The pain grew worse and he closed his eyes. A sharp pain runs through his body from his neck. The pain leaves with a strange, happy feeling. He can't suppress the smile as he faints.

"He'll be fine when he wakes up, but keep him in the dark." Seras warns, "Eventually he might be able to stand sunlight, but if he tries now, he'll die."

"Then I believe he must be moved away from privet drive." Dumbledore smiles after taking the woman to his office, "Now can you explain who you are, and why do you seem so familiar?"

"I'm Seras Victoria. As for why I am familiar, we meet over fifty years ago." she smiles, "April twenty seventh, nineteen fourth five. I lead the strike force against Grindelwald remaining army while you went to confront him."

"That's right! I heard that all of the force was killed." he smiles, "Why did you never return?"

"Even for me, taking on two hundred thousand wizards was a tall order. I fell the day you finished Grindelwald. Whatever you say about his army, their seals were quite effective." she sighs, "When they couldn't kill me, they sealed away my powers and left me buried in a graveyard."

"And what happened tonight?" he says gravely.

"The seals wore off years ago, but without blood I was too weak to move." she sighs, "I heard that Alucard had something similar happen to him. Anyway, while I was in that state, someone knocked a bloody knife onto my body. In that state, even a little blood was enough to regain my powers."

Dumbledore nods, "I see. Thank you for saving Harry."

"I just did the same as Alucard did for me." she shrugs, "The rest is up to him."

"Please tell me everything that Harry will need to know." Dumbledore sighs, "I never wanted Harry to go through all of this, but at least I want him to make the best of a bad situation."

"It doesn't have to be a bad situation." she grins, "My story is similar to his. I was just an ordinary human before I got caught in a vampire attack in cheddar. Alucard killed the vampire, but took me with him. He gave me the choice and I choose to live."

"This Alucard you keep talking about, is that Dracula?" Dumbledore smiles.

"That's right." she smirks, "Alucard was his name while he was working with the Hellsing Organization."

"I understand that the Hellsing family died off. What effect will that have on you?" he asks.

"None really." she shrugs, "Alucard would be more effected than me, but I doubt it would make much of a difference in the long run."

"Oh?"

"Families may last for generations, but he would outlast than in the end." she sighs, "And me as well."

"And Harry?"

"Right now, he is stronger than any human. But compared to me or Alucard, he's just a fledgling. He has weaknesses that I don't."

"Like?"

"Sunlight, garlic, silver, holy weapons, and running water." she sighs, "Garlic and silver will likely not be a major problem, but the others would be lethal."

"You are unaffected by those things?" he asks intrigued.

"It's less that I'm not affected, and more that I don't like them." she shrugs, "I can stand the sunlight for several hours without any ill effects, but after that, I'll start getting weaker. Holy weapons are always a threat, but they vary greatly. A splash of holy water is useless, but Helena's nail would be lethal regardless of the opponent."

"So, Harry wouldn't be able to withstand sunlight during the school day?" he sighs.

"No chance. At least not until he fully matures."

"How?" he asks intently.

"He must drink blood of his own accord. Not driven by hunger, or simply by instinct. He must drink blood for himself. Because he wants to." she says, "I was the same."

"Yet you did." he notes.

"The man I loved was killed in front of my eyes. I drank his blood so that I could be with him."

"And did it work?"

"Course it did." a rough voice said out of the shadows.

"Who's there?" he asks.

"That would be Pip." she smirks, "You heard him."

"He's alive?" Dumbledore gasps.

"Dracula and I are far different to those children you see all over the place." she grins, "When you have that power, separating out the lives within and keeping their consciousness is as simple as breathing."

"What will you do now?" he asks tentively.

"My long term goal is to find Alucard, but I suppose I might stick around, just to make sure he doesn't try and kill himself in the morning." she shrugs.

"Is it possible for him to continue his education?" Dumbledore asks.

"Perhaps. Once my powers fully return, I can create a ward that will render the sunlight mostly harmless. He'll be weakened, but not fatally, and he'll heal easily at night." she answers, "But that will be a ways away. I've got quite the boost from his blood, but not enough to undo fifty years of malnutrition."

"How long?" he states.

"Two months minimum." she shrugs, "And that would be pretty tough to handle without gorging like Alucard."

"I'm sure if you explained your situation, St. Mungo's would be ensure you got the blood you need." he says, eyes twinkling.

"They'd also report me to the ministry." she smiles, "The last thing I need is a ministry hit team after me because the bigots in charge know that I can't be controlled."

"Regardless, I will have to rethink Harry's plans for this summer." Dumbledore sighs, "The blood wards around Privet Drive will collapse, but Harry can't afford to return there if he cannot stand sunlight."

"Those blood wards might have collapsed already," she says, "I got glimpses of his memories while I was draining him. Those wards rely on feelings and blood. If his aunt had any love for him, then the wards would have destroyed his uncle years ago."

"Perhaps Sirius will take him in." Dumbledore smiles, "I'm sure Harry will approve."

Dumbledore throws floo powder into his fireplace, "Professor Moody! Could you please bring the dog from Hagrid's pumpkin patch to my office?"

Ten minutes later, the door opens and a grizzled man with one leg limped into the room, followed closely by a black dog. Her instincts told her that neither were what they appeared.

"Who are you?" she glares.

"This is Professor Moody." Dumbledore explains, "Alastor-"

"No he isn't." she hisses, "He's an impostor."

Moody leaps toward her, but she backhands him through the wall. He doesn't move and she turns her attention to the dog, "Now, how about you?"

The dog quickly turned back to a shaggy haired man, arms raised in surrender, "Just stay calm. I'm Sirius Black."

"He's the one that I wanted to speak to." Dumbledore sighs, "But why did you attack professor moody?"

"One thing Alucard taught me was how to detect illusions and disguises." she answers, "That man isn't what he appears to be."

"Polyjuice Potion?" Sirius gasps.

"Severus, bring me a vial of veritaserum." Dumbledore yells into the fire after adding more floo powder.

"What happened to Harry?" Sirius asks sacredly, "I saw him being taken up to the school. Will he be okay?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes." Dumbledore nods, "And that's part of the reason I needed to speak with you."

The door opens and Snape steps in, "Do you need to interrogate this young woman?" he asks until he sees Sirius, "Ah, you captured black. Well done. Shall I administer the serum?"

"Yes, but to Alastor moody." Dumbledore sighs, "It appears I've been had. That man is an impostor."

"Than what is he doing here?" Snape sneered.

"I'm innocent, like I told you last year. And if you don't believe me, I'll take some of your little truth serum as soon as you explain what is going on with Harry!" Sirius shouts.

"Harry Potter was killed." Seras smiles, "The only way to save him was for him to become a vampire."

"Are you serious?" he gasps.

Dumbledore resists the urge to make a joke and nods, "I'm afraid so."

"How did this happen!?" he roars, "I thought that you said these games would be safe!"

"Someone had other plans." Dumbledore says, "And I believe that someone is whoever is impersonating Moody."

Snape glares at black, but stoops and pours half of the potion into the unconscious man's mouth. Dumbledore revives him and they question him mercilessly.

He was Barty Crouch junior, and he was a loyal death eater. His father had helped him escape from Azkaban and his master found him again. He faithfully followed Voldemort's orders and captured and impersonated Alastor Moody to assure that Harry reached the Tri wizard cup.

"Has Voldemort returned?" Dumbledore asks finally.

"Yes." the man laughs as his features distort. The fake leg and eye pop off as he returns to normal.

Dumbledore stuns him and conjures chains around him. "There you have it, Severus. As you heard, Peter Pettigrew is alive and was responsible for Lily's death."

"What does lily have to do with this?" Sirius glared.

"Nevermind." Snape glares back, "Even if that's true, Black is still a wanted criminal."

"And that will be rectified once we turn him over to Madam Bones." Dumbledore smiles, "Sirius, if you have no objections, Harry needs to stay someplace dark, without sunlight. Perhaps your parents' house?"

Sirius groaned, "If Harry didn't need it, I'd burn it to the ground. But fine. I'll go and spruce it up."

"I'll go too." Seras smiles, "He'll need some additional precautions so I'll take care of it, plus I imagine you have about a dozen questions."

"Fine, but don't expect much." Sirius shrugs, "My parents weren't much of interior decorators."

"I'm sure it'll be fine. Headmaster, have you made sure Harry's been moved out of the sunlight?" Seras smirks.

"Poppy moved him to an extra classroom in the dungeons. I assure you that it will be completely safe." Dumbledore replies.

"I'll be back some time tomorrow, so I'll need to have a talk with him." Seras shrugs, "Shall we, Mr. Black?"

"Call me Sirius, since I guess we're kinda family." he smirks, transforming back into a dog and leading her out of Dumbledore's office.

"Are you sure we can trust black?" Snape asks after the door closes.

"I distrusted him before." Dumbledore says sadly, "I will not make that mistake again."

Snape stares at him, and then walks out without a word. Dumbledore sends a message to the DMLE then followed to report to the school.