A/N: I own nothing, neither Harry Potter characters or Buff the Vampire characters, but I do own the plot & maybe a character or two that will appear later on in the story!! Oh, and Fate, in my own little way, I guess. Though, she's not a woman who'd be owned by anyone, no matter what. My other story, When a Phoenix Interferes, is being paused at the moment... Srry. X(

The Tang of Blood

Prologue

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This is a story about a boy. A boy meant to be the Savior of a world that would never appreciate him. But, as you'll see, I've always had a spot for this boy in my plans, and have deemed it necessary to change his destiny.

You see, this boy's name is Harry James Potter, and, at the moment, he's ten years old. Now, many would be shocked, appalled even, at the tasks that the world he was to save wished to place on such a boy. After all, it was no child's place to fight in a war, and to have his choices ripped from him by some daft candy addicted old man. And to want to force such a sweet, gentle, and much too mature ten year old to face a megalomaniac sadomasochist like Lord Voldemort, christened Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr.? Idiotic.

But, then again, I've always had a fondness for mucking around with Wizards plans. Oh, you don't know about Wizards? Well, it's my duty to make sure you're properly informed before you move any further into the adventurous life of Harry Potter. Or, how his life is soon going to be, if I have any say. Which I do. Most definitely. Anyways, Wizards and Witches are real, and live all around the world. The have wands, do spells, make potions, and go to magical schools as children to learn by the age of eleven.

Mind you, they are incredibly arrogant bastards, for the most part, and think less of non-magical people, or "muggles" as they call them, and especially loath non-humans in general. Especially "Dark" creatures, such as Vampires, Werewolves, and the like. Me, I've always found them to be hypocrites. We're all monsters, no matter how normal we appear. No matter that a Vampire often kills when feeding, one human a day mostly. Humans kill over five hundred people a day, and Wizards die in hundreds each day do to other Human Wizards. Like I said, though, we're all monsters. Take Harry's relatives, for instance.

Vernon Dursley, his wife Petunia, and their son Dudley are three of the most horrid humans I've ever had the displeasure of finding. Vernon, a walrus like man who is large, has no neck, and has a damp-straw colored hair and mustache is a horrid man, who says that his nephew, Harry (who happens to be an untrained Wizard, though one of the strongest I've ever seen), is a Freak and is Abnormal. Me, I say he's an adorable little boy with an insane amount of power on his hands and no clue about it, but that's just me.

Petunia, Harry's Aunt from his Mothers side, is a tall, rake of a woman with a shrewd expression permanently stuck on her face, dark blond hair, horse-like teeth, and a long neck gained from many hours of her favorite pass-time 'Spy On The Neighbors And Gossip About Their Scandalous Behavior'. Irritating woman who believes her abnormally obese son can do no wrong at all.

Ah, Dudley. The eleven year old who could outweigh a baby whale. Literally. Guineas World Records or Ripley's Believe It Or Not should give them a call. Dudley is a mini-Vernon in the making with a nasty right hook, which Harry's found out multiple times. Vile little boy, in my opinion, but who ever asks my opinion, hmm? No one, that's who! Arge, I'm getting off track. Distracted by the vile, abusive humans...

Harry, though, he's a fine example of my favorite kind of human. He's sweet, kind, gentle, submissive to a point, and isn't afraid of the usual things children fear these days. He has mess ebony hair, pale skin that never burns (lucky brat), he's a bit too short for his age, and too thin do to starvation by his relatives, and a set of the most gorgeous bright, glowing green eye's I've ever seen. Utterly breath taking and beautiful, seeming to see straight into your soul. Oh, and an odd lightining bolt scar on his forehead, given to him after the murder of his wizard and witch parents by the megalomaniac sadomasochist, I told you about him earlier, when he was eleven months old, but that doesn't matter to us. To the Wizarding World, it does, but to this story it means jack-didily-squat.

Now, you're all probably waiting for me to get to the chase and stop beating around the bush, correct? Very well. My plans for Harry are very interesting and sly, if I do say so myself, which I do. You see, Vernon Dursley's been promoted at Gunning's, a Drill company. So, he and his family, and Harry, have been forced to move from dreary, plain Surrey, England, to sunny, bright California of the U.S. of A. Where, my faithful audience, Harry shall meet many... let's say different, kinds of people. All of them shall be interesting, but not all of them will be friendly.

Oh, you're all in for a wild ride. Wait, you don't know who I am? Well, I guess I couldn't blame you. I've gone by many names, but the single recurring one that pops up every day in some way, shape, or form is quite simply. You can all call me Fate.

A/N: Bumbumbum.... R&R, plz!!!