Meeting For The First Time

The next day

An encore of muggle cars were driving to Kings Cross train station. Inside the cars were the Hogwarts students who were once again excited to start the new school year. With them were each of their respective guardians along with the order members.

The order members were there to protect Harry from harm and from the blood lord's forces. Harry himself was exhilarated to start school, to go back to the one place that he felt was his home.

He hadn't been allowed to leave the Black family estate once during the summer and during his time with the Dursleys. The few time that he had were for doing chores or to get him out of the house because Petunia needed some time without any freaks around. So now that he would receive some degree of freedom at Hogwarts, he was happy and glad.

They entered the station and took their luggage from the cars he made his way to platform 9¾ with his friends. Once he ran through the barrier he went to say his goodbyes to Sirius and to Molly.

After doing so he waited for Hermione and Ron to say their goodbyes and then boarded the train. Hermione took lead like she usually did and tried to find an empty compartment, this continued for a few minutes until she chanced on a near empty compartment with Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom sitting opposite each other.

"Hello Luna, Neville may we join you?"

"Of course," Neville said immediately.

"Yes," Luna replied before turning to Harry. "Did you know that you have some Wrack spurts floating around you?"

"Sure Luna, I'll try to get rid of them," He said in hope that she would leave him in peace and bother Ron or Hermione.

They sat in the cart and started to talk to Neville about his summer when an annoying topic came up. "Harry is it true that you fought a dementor and that it was in your neighbourhood?"

"Yes," Harry replied uncomfortably, trying to show his discomfort.

"Wow, that must mean that you used the Patronus charm-" At this moment he seemed full of admiration. "-But I will never be able to do a charm like that, hell I can't even cast the levitation charm properly. Maybe I should just stop learning magic and act as a squib should." The Longbottom looked like he was about to cry.

"My great uncle says that I am worse than a squib, even my gran says that perhaps I should drop out and learn to be a muggle when she thinks that I can't hear her."

"Don't listen to them Neville, I'm sure that one day you will be able to succeed. I mean you're probably the best person in Herbology in our year and probably the year above us. That means something. You already have a field of study that you enjoy and succeed in." Hermione said to him reassuringly.

At that moment the trolley witch came in "anything you want dearies?" She asked. After purchasing a few handfuls of everything the cart had to offer, Harry shared his sweets with everybody as he ate.

Luna grabbed some as well and tried a Bertie Botts every flavour bean. "Uh, fish sticks" she exclaimed.

Harry himself was thirsty after all of that sugar and was reminded that the dull thirst that he felt as a vampireling and took out a flask, inside was some blood mixed with water. He couldn't drink the liquid and required a diluted version so that the taste wouldn't be as thick and metallic as undiluted blood was.

After finishing all of the diluted blood in the flask he felt his bladder overflow and ran to the toilet. After using it he was about to make his way back to the compartment when he felt something pull him towards the back of the train. It was attracting him and caused him to move in that direction, to the source.

Harry felt himself drift towards the direction of the attracting force, he was only semi-aware of his movements and moved past many compartments full of different students.

After reaching one of the compartments at the end of the train he felt the force come from that compartment. It was telling him to come, to allow himself to be summoned.

During this whole ordeal in the back of his mind he was trying to fight off the summons, to overthrow the command of the broadcaster. But alas it was for nought.

The summons came from his very vampiric instincts and he was unable to fight the command. If he was fully awakened then that would be another story but in his current state, he was unable to resist the summons.

Harry himself had only awakened his vampiric hearing out of his enhanced senses and at certain times he would find himself having bouts of uncontrolled strength. In these cases he would rip handles of doors, a light touch would cause a hole on the wall.

On such instance was when he met the portrait of Sirius' mother, he had tried to cover her up with the curtains but he had accidentally ripped them off. That had caused multiple hours of pure suffering for him as well as learning some rather disgraceful insults. After that, he had made sure to always be careful.

He walked up to the door and opened it slowly. Inside the room was a male who was sitting on one of the seats and read a newspaper.

He was incredibly handsome, Harry was aware of that. It seemed that he was unaware of his entering but the-boy-who-lived was aware that the man knew exactly what was going on.

He was wearing a red trench coat, a white dress shirt and jeans. On his feet were some combat boots, however, there was one thing that caught Harry's eye. Around his neck was a small red cloud made of some sort of rock, it was on a course string and was dangling rather noticeable.

Harry felt something looking at the cloud, he couldn't remember what but he knew that he had seen it before. Before he could stop himself he blurted out "where did you get that necklace?"

The man who was reading looked up at Harry and that's when he noticed that the man's previously hair-covered eyes were looking at him. He had a clear view of them and they were red, not just any red but blood red. The kind that the devil had.

Harry knew that the man was dangerous, he was also aware of the stereotype that vampires had red eyes. It was obviously not true as neither he nor Sirius had red eyes. His were still the same piercing green that they had been before while Sirius' had remained pitch black.

"It was given to me by my son," the man answered. When Harry gazed into his eyes again, he realised that something had happened to him. There was so much love in them when he mentioned his son but at the same time, there was great sadness and despair.

"What happened to him?" Harry asked again. He once again cursed at himself for his insensitive questions.

"He was kidnapped when he was five years old. I never saw him-" Harry could sense that there was something else that he wanted to say but didn't.

"Well, then I hope you find him soon sir." After saying so he turned around and prepared to leave.

After Harry left and was out of earshot, Kai murmured to himself quietly "Maybe he's simply hiding in plain sight…"