Don't own the characters.

Admittedly not my usual work, but my new friend on here came up with this prompt and it sounded excellent!

So, on we go!

-YDHP-

Given that he was about to become the son in law of THE Count Dracula, Harry thought his nerves were a little justified. If it weren't for the fact his best friend Vlad (soon to be brother in law) were the 'Chosen One' of the Vampire world, and had given his personal blessing for this union Harry was certain he'd have spontaneously combusted with nervous energy. "Harry, relax! Anyone would think you didn't want to marry my sister." Vlad was trying to soothe Harry, and was clearly about thirty seconds away from throwing Calming Draughts down his throat until he was a drooling wreck on the floor. Squaring himself up a bit, Harry smiled. "If there's one thing I know, it's that I want to marry that girl. I'm the luckiest wizard in the world." Exchanging smiles with Vlad, Harry forced himself to lie down in his coffin. This time a month from now, he'd be a vampire. And Ingrid's main stipulation was there was no way she was sleeping in a breather bed. Harry's was that he'd never bite people, when he was turned he'd be like Vlad.

Vlad lay down in the next coffin, apparently a 'best man' tradition in vampire culture. Having no pure human/muggle family to invite, Harry hadn't needed to worry about whether or not the ceremony would be a normal vampire wedding, or as everyone else called it, bloodbinding. "Hard to believe this is the same Ingrid who threatened to gut you every other week at Hogwarts." Harry nodded, then realised Vlad couldn't see him. "Yeah, I can't believe it took me five years after graduating to finally pull myself together and ask her." "Vampires are immortal, five years is nothing to us. I think what's important to her is that you did it before you started looking too old for her to turn you." "Cheers Vlad, nice to know Ingrid loves me for more than my looks." The two men shared a chuckle, both of them knowing Ingrid wouldn't have even bothered with Harry if she weren't serious about him.

"So long as I hear nothing about the wedding night, I am 100% behind this binding Harry. And don't worry about dad, he'll see some cute witch at the wedding and forget all about you not being a vampire yet. Plus, he's been dying for Ingrid to marry since she was fifteen. Twenty five is still very young to a vampire." "I'm more worried he's going to see Remus and try to silver bullet him." Harry knew why the Count didn't like werewolves, aside from the general animosity vampires and lycanthropes had towards each other (other than Vlad and Ingrid's mother that is), but Remus was dating Sirius, and had done for a long time now. Harry still smiled when he thought of them meeting Vlad, both of them instantly knowing he was a vampire and demanding to know why Harry had brought him.

"Look at him, he's about as dangerous as Neville is athletic!" Vlad hadn't been thrilled with that comparison, but in the interests of nobody trying to stake him or his family he'd gone along with it. It had taken a year for Sirius and Remus to truly warm to Vlad. They still weren't quite over Harry marrying Ingrid, or preparing to be turned into a vampire himself. Harry had told them they didn't have to come to the binding tomorrow night, but they'd been adamant they'd come as the only family Harry had. Vlad had spent the better part of the last six months convincing his own father to behave, on the basis Ingrid was marrying and would be moving. All in all, it was sure to be an interesting evening tomorrow. "Night Vlad." "Night Harry."

Vlad was poking him awake and dumping him in the shower before Harry was certain he'd closed his eyes. Thankful vampirism didn't mean giving up his magic, which would be strange as both Vlad and Ingrid were magical vampires (exceptionally rare), Harry waved his wand to dry his hair and stepped out in his boxers. "Wrong Dracula Harry, save the show for Ingrid!" Vlad grinned, already dressed and holding out Harry's suit shirt. Shrugging into the luxurious fabric, Harry was actually happy this wasn't a wizarding wedding. He did not suit the red and black robes Ingrid and Vlad had both worn to graduate Hogwarts. Vlad fixed his tie, pushing the buttonhole nightshade through for him as it wouldn't kill Vlad to touch it like it would Harry. "I've magically stuck it down, just don't touch it. I hate emergency medicals at weddings. Still sure about marrying into the Draculas?" Harry nodded, nerves bubbling but a bright smile practically glued to his face as he thought of how today was when he'd bind to Ingrid forever. Literally for eternity. If he broke it off, Vlad would be honorbound to hunt Harry down and kill him. And neither of them wanted that.

"Can't wait. Now I'm dressed, let's go make sure your dad and my godfathers haven't had a showdown yet!" Vlad nodded, taking a minute to style Harry's hair so it wouldn't do its usual thing of sticking up everywhere through the entire ceremony. Standing next to Vlad in the mirror, Harry laughed. "This old manor is full of mirrors, and a month from now they are going to be basically useless!" Looking at the blank spot he knew Vlad was actually standing in, Harry wrapped an arm around his friend. "That looks funny, like you're practicing your celebrity pose." "If Ingrid wouldn't kill us both for ruining the suits or getting bruised I'd deck you Dracula!" "Bring it on Potter!" They shared another smile, Vlad patting his pocket for the blood binding rings as they headed off. "Never have I been so thankful that the Westenra's would never turn up to anything less than an all-vampire ceremony. Dad would go bats if mum and Patrick were here."

"Remus didn't have a choice, Harry does! He doesn't have to be cursed for eternity!" "Immortality is a gift, not a curse. If my darling son weren't so fond of the wizard boy I'd have drained him and used him for decorations long ago!" Oh joy, Sirius and the Count were off again. "At least he'll have fangs and not fur. Mangy dogs everywhere, Vlad my boy save me!" Vlad dragged his father away, letting Harry walk over to his godfathers. Both of them went to hug him at once but Harry held his hands up, pointing at the nightshade. "I'm assured it's traditional, and stuck fast but don't touch it." They each carefully hugged his other side, giving the buttonhole confused looks. "Dad, all we are asking is one day where you behave!" "Behave? I am Count Dracula! I..." "Will do as you're told or the High Council will toss you in a UV cage again!" The Count was grumbling, but conceded as Vlad stood him in place. "Now play nice, once you walk down this aisle Ingrid will be getting married. This is what you wanted isn't it?" "Yes Vladdy, but does there have to be werewolves?" "Yes, that's Harry's family. Now behave!"

Reuniting with Vlad after they organised their parental figures, Vlad took his spot on the altar. There was nobody else Harry would rather have bind him to Ingrid forever. Wolfie, Ingrid and Vlad's half brother was stood looking proud in his suit and holding the cushion Vlad placed the blood binding rings on. Wolfie had taken an immediate shine to Remus and Sirius, probably sensing they were all part canine in some way. His godfathers took their places next to Harry, Ingrid's best friend Erin (half fang) standing on the other side in a deep red dress and making eyes at Vlad in a very unsubtle manner. The boys Harry and Vlad had spent years sharing a dormitory with were sat along the first row, looking slightly uncomfortable next to a couple of members of the Vampire High Council who had come to witness the vampire Chosen One binding his sister to the wizards Chosen One. A couple of vampire slayers were here, though Harry was assured it was to do with the peace treaty - they wanted to see Harry was willing before the binding was done.

Vlad's old tutor, Bertrand du Fortunesa (who turned out to be brilliant and funny when you got to know him) gestured to Vlad to get ready before turning to an enormous, ancient looking pipe organ. Haunting music that made the hairs on his neck stand up filled Harry, but that could only mean one thing. Turning to look up the aisle, his eyes found Ingrid. A dress that looked as though it had been cut from the night sky itself was wrapped around her slender body. He didn't pay much mind to the dress, finding her eyes meeting his and his heart singing in happiness when she smiled. The Count did the age old gesture of placing her hand in his, stepping away and bowing slightly to Harry (no doubt coached by Vlad beforehand). Harry smiled so wide his face hurt as the ceremony went on, barely feeling the slice across his palm as he literally bound his blood with Ingrid's. When Vlad declared them bloodbound and Ingrid kissed him, Harry felt like he might fly before he could turn into a bat. Vlad whispered healing magic over their hands, leaving a faint pink scar he was told was permanent now and would only fade if one of them died.

There was thunderous applause, cheering and some crude comments (no doubt from Seamus) as the blood binding melted into the afterparty. There was no first dance tradition here, but there was a band and Harry had a beautiful vampiress on his arm so he led her to dance slowly with him. Vlad cut in to dance with his sister then, and Harry thought tradition dictated he dance with Erin - the bridesmaid. Or vampire equivalent. Erin was newer at the whole vampire-life thing, and if Harry wasn't certain the girl had designs on Vlad - the soya drinking poster boy for peaceful coexistence - he might be worried the dance would be cut short by biting. "So, is it vampire tradition for you to go off with the best man? Because Vlad was my best man as well as the officiator." Erin winked at him, answering him without saying a word as they seperated. Harry felt his heart warm as he saw Wolfie dancing with Ingrid, still a good foot shorter than her and clinging to her as though she'd evaporate.

He let go easily enough when the song was done, and Harry led Ingrid away to watch Seamus try it on with half the vampiresses there. "Some things never change do they?" Vlad was behind them, leaning forward to wrap an arm around each of them. "I wouldn't know who to threaten to be good to each other, I love you both and there's nobody else I'd rather have bound together." Ingrid kissed her brother on the cheek, and Harry couldn't resist doing the same and watching Vlad's eyes widen comically. "Well, it looks like the parentals are at it again. Best man to the rescue!" The Count was indeed attempting to simultaneously 'chat up' Nymphadora Tonks (who would be almost as vicious as Ingrid if you called her her first name) and pick an argument with Harry's godfathers again. Vlad managed to wriggle between the three arguing yet again, pushing his father away and Harry caught him grinning as Tonks followed. "Is Tonks safe with your father?" "Not from eternal boredom, but he's surprisingly docile with his fangs for the prince of darkness."

The Gryffindor boys besieged Harry then, all but Draco looking exceptionally odd in such formal attire and Ingrid excused herself to go and find more blood. If he weren't so used to vampires by now, that might have worried Harry. "So, you actually married the hottest girl in Hogwarts!" "Technically, he bound blood with her. That's not a legal marriage to muggles." "Oh shush Draco, he's still with Ingrid damn Dracula forever!" Smiling at his friends, Harry sought out his new blood-wife. She was stood with Vlad, Remus and Sirius and Harry felt a little offset by the look on her face. "Excuse me guys, I think I need to rescue my new wife from the in laws." They each turned to see Ingrid stood with his godfathers, watching Harry head over to them quickly. "What's going on here?" Harry looked between the Draculas, neither looking as blindingly happy as they had only five minutes ago. "Nothing for you to worry about Harry, go make the most of your mortality." The comment was hurtful and Harry wasn't sure why, wrapping his arms around Ingrid's waist and admiring the ring on her finger. "I'd rather give up my mortality here and now than see that look on my wife and brothers faces again. Now I asked you both a question, what's going on here?"

Neither godfather was forthcoming, and information came from an unlikely source - Count Dracula. Looking a little tipsy already, his new father in law stood near them. "They were just trying to convince my offspring to convince you not to go through with the turning. Something about ruining your life and turning you into a monster. That's just the fun stuff, I mean look at my Vladdy! He's less of a monster than that Moldyvort you killed!" The Count stumbled off again, no doubt to cause more trouble elsewhere. "You said that to them?" "We're looking out for you Harry!" Tempering his anger before he did something he'd regret, Harry tightened his grip on Ingrid's waist. "Do you have any idea how hard Vlad worked to make all this possible? He literally rewrote laws to let me and Ingrid bind today. When I stood up there and cut my hand, I knew full well it was eternal and I haven't had a single ounce of regret about spending forever with the vampire I love. They have more reason to hate werewolves than you do vampires, and they invited you here. Again, not easy with a werewolf and Vampire High Council members."

Remus was starting to look a little ashamed of himself, but Sirius had always been more hot tempered. "Remus didn't have a choice when he was turned. You're literally giving up so much. Daylight, friendships, a heartbeat, a soul. Hell, you're giving up garlic bread!" "And you'd rather I gave up my life and the woman I love?" "Your life?" Vlad stepped in then, clearly anxious and wanting to protect his sister. "Harry took part in a Blood Tea ceremony - with soya blood I might add, which is an eternal promise to the binding. If he backs out now in any way other than death, I'm literally bound to go after him and kill him. At least when he's turned you'll still be able to see him." "I'm not asking for your blessing, I know how you feel about me being turned. But it is going to happen, the choice is yours on whether you can accept that." Harry led Ingrid away, offering Vlad a tight smile and leading Ingrid out to the balcony to stand in the moonlight.

"Don't you think on one word in there Ingrid, I am giving up nothing and gaining everything. Family is supposed to accept that, not try and guilt other people into changing it. I love you." "I love you too." Ingrid managed weakly, though she looked a considerable amount cheerier when they'd kissed for a little while. Vlad came out looking for them, covering his eyes and pretending to be traumatised. "Right, because you haven't been making eyes at the half fang bridesmaid all night?" Had there been blood in his body, Vlad would have blushed. "It's time for photos, digital naturally. Come on, before dad is too drunk to even stand up straight or he tries to run off with that Tonks lady. Yes Ingrid, your makeup is fine!" Harry wrapped his hand around Ingrid's firmly, smiling brightly for photos and kissing Ingrid at every chance he got. The Count got progressively more drunk, turning into a bat by mistake much to the amusement of the non-vampires present. The slayers pulled Harry aside to check he was still okay with the agreement to be turned, and Harry felt nothing other than complete serenity when he replied "Yes".

-YDHP-

Obviously not finished, but that's why it's called a two-shot!