Right now (Y/N) was suffering badly, the Spring sun had come in full force and right now he, along with every other First Year were sat in a large classroom together, writing papers as part of their exams, everyone had also been given special new Quills that had been bewitched with an Anti-Cheating Spell.

The main issue was the fact it was swealteringly hot now, he had to cover himself up again to protect himself from the sunlight, which caused him to start getting hot rather quickly, with him being more used to cold climates after spending decades living in the Village.

He wiped some sweat gathering on his forehead before he returned to writing, the sound of Quills scratching on Parchment filling the room and the sound of some students clearing their throat or coughing occasionally.

(Y/N) also noticed that Hermione would glance at him from time-to-time, he also saw that much like him she was having no trouble with the extensive writing, she seemed very determined, (Y/N) was very relieved to be out of that classroom when the written exam was finished and went to get himself some water to cool off with.

After that, Professor Flitwick called in students one at a time to perform a Charm that made a Pineapple tap dance on the desk, (Y/N) was quite amused watching the Pineapple's leaves become like arms and legs and tap dance on the desk.

The next one was another practical exam under Professor McGonagall, transfiguring Mice into Snuff Boxes, Professor McGonagall walked among the students inspecting the results with a critical eye, giving points to any that looked pretty and taking them away if any Mouse features remained, like whiskers, fur or a tail.

The Transfiguration Professor moved around the First Years, her lips often in a line or a frown, many of the students seemed to have done alright so far.

"Hm, well done Miss Granger, your one certainly shows House Pride" McGonagall said as she looked at Hermone's attempt, she had made a nice looking Snuffbox that was Red with Gold accents and the symbol of Gryffindor House on the lid.

"Oh my... this is quite an interesting design, your family's symbol, correct?" she asked (Y/N) as she looked down at the box, it was small and dark, with silver lining the edges and on the lid was the symbol of the Dimitrescu Family, a pair of Swords crossed behind a Shield, which had a flower growing over it.

McGonagall noted down the results of each student, and they were soon allowed to leave for the next exam, which, to almost everyone's horror was Potion's, Professor Snape stood in front of the assembled students with his Black cloak billowing behind him.

"For this exam, you will all be brewing a Forgetfulness Potion, with the amount of classes you have all taken, I think it will be simple, for those of you who were paying attention... get to it" Snape said to everyone, this time the room had been set up so one person would brew the potion per station, (Y/N) quickly got to work gathering the ingredients together to brew the Potion.

(Y/N) worked well and efficiently, after following the steps he memorised he now had to wait forty-five to sixty minutes for the Potion to brew, as he waited at his station he glanced around and saw that many of the students were nervous from Snape breathing down their necks as they worked, being very critical about every little misstep or flaw in the brewing process.

He saw that Hermione was having no trouble remembering the steps either, he was silently impressed with her intelligence, he also watched Abigail, Amy and Clara as they worked, he hoped they would pass through to the second year, it wouldn't do to have his blood donors be held back after all...

The very last Exam for the year was History of Magic, and for once no one was falling asleep as Professor Binns told them of ancient Wizards who invented self-stirring Cauldrons, the exam was only for one hours and then it would be a week of freedom until the results of the exams would be put up for everyone to see, once the Ghostly Professor Binns told everyone to put down their Quills, he couldn't help but smile while the other, younger students all cheered.

"Merlin that was tough... I think my wrist is never going to stop aching" Abigail complained as she flexed her wrist, trying to relieve the pain in her wrist and hand.

"I know, I'm so glad it's all over with now" Amy said with a relieved sigh, her lips pulling into a smile as she and the other girls walked with (Y/N) through the hallways.

"It seemed rather simple to me, so much studying and preparing only to not require most of what I had memorised" (Y/N) said as he exercised his patience with the swarming, excitable children moving around him, the group planning to go outside to enjoy the nice weather in the courtyard.

"Well of course it's easy for you, your like... a hundred years old or something, right?" Clara said as she looked up to him, smiling up at him with mischief in her eyes.

"I'm only fifty-two, Lady Oswald" (Y/N) replied as he looked down at her with playfully narrowed eyes, a small smile on his face, which the girls couldn't really see due to his hood shadowing his face from the sunlight.

"Your still old then, Mr. Giant" Amy said to him from her spot to his right hand side, the girls giggling together while (Y/N) shook his head lightly.

"At least we have all of next week to relax now, I can't believe it's almost the end of the school year" Clara said as the four finally broke free of the crowd and got outside into the fresh, Summer air.

"I know right? It went by so quickly..." Abigail said with a sigh as she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of sunlight in her slightly tanned skin.

"Time truly flies when your having fun" Rose said as she came over and joined the group, a big smile on her face as well from having completed the Second Year Exams.

"Lady Tyler, it's good to see you again, how were your exams?" (Y/N) said as he turned to look at the young Blonde, while the group made their way to a place to sit down and relax.

"Brutal... they seem to only get harder as the years go on, I'm just glad their over with now" Rose sighed in relief as she walked with the First Year Students to the grassy grounds outside of the walls of Hogwarts.

"Now if only we could make up all those lost points for the House Cup..." Amy grumbled to herself as she looked up toward the Blue sky, a slight frown on her face as she thought back on Harry and Hermione's stupid mistake.

"Your never going to let that go, are you?" Rose said to the young Red-head with a smirk on her face.

"Nope, never" Amy replied with an annoyed huff as they soon managed to find a place to sit down on a grassy area close to the shore of the Black Lake, the girls all sat down in a spot with a good view of the Lake while (Y/N) carefully sat himself down on the grass.

"Speaking of which, I heard you had to go along and help with their detention, right (Y/N)?" Abigail said as she looked yp to the heavily clothed young man, moving some of her long, dark hair out of her face as she looked up to him.

"Yes, it was rather interesting, we went into the Forbidden Forest, to find a wounded Unicorn and try to give it aid" (Y/N) explained to the girls as he adjusted his heavy robes and the hood on his head, not really enjoying the sunlight soaking into his Black robes.

"Were you able to help it?" Rose asked him with concern in her voice, Abigail, Clara and Amy all looked to their adult friend as well, wanting to hear this story.

"The Unicorn was already dead by the time we found it, also, be careful about going too close to the forest" (Y/N) said to the girls, this time speaking seriously to them all.

"Are you concerned about us, Mr. Dimitrescu?" Abigail asked him with a smile on her face.

"Well, if any of you get hurt or killed, then where will I get my blood from?" (Y/N) replied to the young girl off handedly, the girls all smiled but also felt a little unsure about his answer, while (Y/N) was thinking to himself quietly.

Why was he so concerned for these girls? They weren't close to him or anything and he knew that any sort of... closeness would be very inappropriate, the last thing he wanted was to be seen as one of "those" people, otherwise he knew his Mother would flay him alive, hence him trying to keep a respectable distance in the relationship he had with these children.

NIGHT TIME

Some time later on night had fallen over the School, however... there was one person who was still awake, (Y/N) was sat in the Slytherin Common Room alone, reading a copy of the Rats by the Author James Herbert, and enjoying a glass of wine he had to celebrate a successful First Year, when he heard the door to the Common Room open and he glanced to the doorway.

"I swear, if that little Weasel snuck out and got himself in trouble again ..." (Y/N) muttered to himself as his Honey-Gold eyes looked to the doorway, he would NOT be happy if her had to babysit the little fool for detention yet again.

However, instead of such a sight instead he saw professor Snape come into the Common Room, his black cape moving dramatically as he strode into the entrance of the room, his gaze immediately settled upon (Y/N), sat in his seat by the fire.

"Dimitrescu, a word" Snape said to the tall young man as he motioned for him to follow him out of the Common Room, said man looked confused but he quickly corked his wine bottle, placed a bookmark to save his current page and then stood up and put his things away in his room, before going out of the Common Room.

"Yes, Professor? Do you need something?" (Y/N) asked the Potion's Master with interest as he stood to his full height.

"I believe Potter and his friends have managed to sneak their way into the Third Floor Corridor... I would like to ask that you go after them" Snape said to him in a cold tone of voice, his dark eyes locking with the tall young man's Honey-Gold orbs.

(Honestly... am I a student of this school or a wetnurse?) (Y/N) thought to himself with an internal sigh of annoyance.

"Pardon but, why are you asking me to do this, Professor? Surely Dumbledore, you or one of the other Professors would be more qualified to wrangle unruly children than I?" (Y/N) asked his Head of House, partly out of curiosity and partly out of irritation that his night had been interrupted because of those foolish Gryffindor's.

"Dumbledore has left the School for the Ministry, unfortunately I must remain here and cannot think of another I can rely on to get this done" Snape replied to him calmly, that made (Y/N) sigh slightly before he replied to the Professor.

"Very well then, I hope this does not become a common occurence" (Y/N) said with resignation, not too happy about the situation but hoping he would at least get something from this.

"I believe these will be of use to you, the means to bypass any of the traps and enchantments along the way" Professor Snape said as he handed the tall young man a sheet of paper with writing on it, and also two small bottles with some kind of Potions inside.

"I would suggest you hurry..." Snape added in before he turned on his heel, making his cape flap dramatically and strode away from the Entrance to the Slytherin Dorms, likely off to handle some business or keep watch over the Castle.

"I hope I'll get something from this, honestly, I came here to learn how to wield Magic, not become a child minder" (Y/N) grumbled to himself as he made his way through the Halls of Hogwarts, making sure he had his Wand on hand in case he needed to use Magic.

Not too long later he arrived at the door to the Third Floor Corridor and strode down it to the door behind which the large three-headed Hound stood watch, the Dimitrescu Vampire then looked down to the note his Head of House gave to him.

{The three headed Dog will fall asleep when music is played}

(Y/N) raised a brow and carefully opened the door, only to see the Dog in question look toward him and all three heads began to growl angrily at the new intruder into it's room, (Y/N) quickly glanced around and then noticed what seemed to be a Harp sat on the floor close to the Dog, he drew his Wand and quickly cast the Spell which made musical instruments play by themselves.

The Harp's strings then began to be played, and almost immediately the tall young man saw the Dog was falling asleep, until it laid down and rested it's three heads on top of it's paws, letting out deep snores as it slept.

"Not so bad when your asleep..." (Y/N) said quietly as he went to the open trap door in the floor, the tall young man sighed and lowered himself down to sit at the edge of the hole, before he had to slowly wriggle his way inside, sometimes his greater stature was very... inconvenient.

After some shimmying and moving, he was able to squeeze through the trapdoor entrance, he then fell down, down down... until he landed with a flump, he saw what he'd landed on and quickly drew his Wand, cringing slightly as he knew what he had to do.

"Lumos Solem!" he almost immediately called out, before a bright flash of Sunlight illuminated the dark space, the nest of vines then started to thrash around as (Y/N) gritted his teeth, feeling the intense light burn his skin until he fell through the tangled vines and landed on the stone floor with a thud.

"I truly despise Devil's Snare, I'm, glad it cannot grow in my Family's Castle" (Y/N) groaned as he touched his face and hissed as he felt the painful, blistering lesions on his face and neck, he also REALLY hated that Spell, yes, it was useful but it really hurt him!

He then sat himself up just in time to hear a whooshing sound, and then he saw a shape speed out of a doorway, for a second time seemed to slow and (Y/N) looked at the form, he saw that it was the bushy haired know it all of Gryffindor, and the Red headed Man-Thing-Child in a broomstick, flying up past the Devil's Snare and toward the open trapdoor.

"Curses... looks like they left Potter behind, best go fetch him" (Y/N) groaned in annoyance as he stood himself back up and started to walk toward where he assumed Potter must be, crossing a room that had many flying keys and going through the open door.

As soon as he entered the room he saw the whole room was a giant Chess board, with broken or damaged pieces left on the sides of the board, he quickly continued across the room and entered the next chamber with the next Test.

He strode into the next room and was immediately assaulted with a familiar foul smell, like month old dirty socks that had been marinated in sweat in a public bathroom that hadn't bene cleaned out, he wrinkled his nose and saw the source of the smell, a Troll, much larger than the Troll he decapitated all those months ago, with a large bloody bump on it's head.

"Vulgar beast... be lucky I didn't use you to air out my grievances" (Y/N) said as he held his nose and walked past the knocked out brute, stepping over the Troll and stopping at the doorway, where he saw Purple coloured flames blocking the entrance to the next room.

He then looked to the sheet of parchment yet again and read the instructions, he then took out the round bottle and drank it down before he stepped through the Purple flames and into the room beyond.

The room was lit by some torches and in the middle was a table that had a few bottles sat on it, he ignore the table and approached the next doorway, where he heard shrieking and shouting from within, he frowned and looked at the paper once more, before he swallowed down the small bottle of Potion and strode through the Black flames that blocked the doorway, he walked into the chamber and saw quite the sight.

He saw who he recognised as Professor Quirrel on top of the Potter boy, both hands wrapped tight around his neck and strangling him, the man however was screaming in pain as (Y/N) saw his hands were red raw and blistering, similar to when he was exposed to sunlight, the Dimitrescu male quickly rushed toward the two, he then grabbed Quirrel and ripped the man off of the Man-thing-child, who seemed to have passed out.

"Well well... your certainly not what I was expecting to find down here, just what do you think your doing?" (Y/N) said with a confidence bordering on arrogance as he stepped between the man and the boy, Quirrel whimpering on the ground as his hands had been burned so badly (Y/N) swore he could see bone.

"What are you doing?! KILL THEM BOTH!!" a new voice suddenly exclaimed with a hissing tone to it, (Y/N) quickly glanced around, trying to find the source of the voice, before he returned his attention to the stuttering fool.

"I-I can't, master... m-my h-h-hands!" Quirrel sobbed as he lifted the ruined appendages, showing just how much damage he had from simply touching the Boy Who Lived, (Y/N) smirked and put away his Wand and walked toward the DADA Professor, who managed to grip his Wand weakly in his barely functioning hand and point it toward the Dimitrescu Boy.

"No! Get the Stone! Get it! GET IT YOU FOOL!" the voice exclaimed again, which seemed to galvanise Quirrel to try and use his Wand despite his ruined hands, he went to speak a spell, his eyes showing terror as he saw the young man towering over him, (Y/N) then grabbed Quirrel by the throat in a vice grip, making him choke and drop his wand to the floor.

"Like I'd let you utter a single Spell..." (Y/N) said with a savage grin as his Honey-Gold eyes glowed with Hunger, grinning and showing his teeth as the man started beating his hands against him weakly, then (Y/N) glanced to a mirror that was in the room and saw something that gave him pause, there was another face on the back of the Professor's head!

"Interesting... I can sense your ambition, your lust for power" the second face said while Quirrel choked and gagged from (Y/N)'s iron grip on his throat.

"This is rather unsettling..." (Y/N) muttered as his face wrinkled in distaste, it was rather strange having a man with two faces on his head, he had a small inkling on who this face may be as well.

"Your potential is great indeed... if you fetch me the Stone, perhaps you could join me, I could help you gain more power than you could ever need" Voldemort said to the young man, trying to sway him over to his side, with Harry crumpled on the floor unconscious it would be a simple matter to simply pluck the stone from his grasp and hand it over to the Dark Lord.

"I see no merit in such an arrangement... especially with you as you are now, no... I think it would be best if you both were to die here" (Y/N) said as he then extended one of his razor sharp claws on his right pointer finger, and slowly dragged it deeply over the right side of the trembling man's neck, slicing through his skin and flesh and cutting into the artery in the man's neck, causing blood to squirt out.

The Dimitrescu boy licked his teeth as his eyes began to glow, the Professor's magic-infused blood hitting him in the face before he lunged forward and clamped down upon the wound in his neck, making Quirrel scream as he felt the young men's grip like a vice as he began feasting upon his life blood.

(Y/N) felt a rush go through his body, fresh blood, straight from the vein, all this time he had to hold himself back from feeding upon the girls, and now he had an enemy in his grasp, he drank deeply, his tongue squirming as his teeth grazed the skin and the exposed flesh within the deep cut, Quirrel began to frantically struggle and kick, trying to escape the firm grip the Romanian Aristocrat.

"Y-You fool, I should have never chosen you!" Voldemort exclaimed as Quirrel's struggles grew weaker and weaker, losing a lot of Blood, before he screamed as (Y/N) then took a bite into his neck, his teeth sinking into his flesh!

"No, M-Master... don't... abandon... meee..." Quirrel whimpered weakly as there was a sudden loud yell, and the face attached to the back of Quirrel's head bulged and then turned into ghostly smoke, a loud, echoing scream filled the room as the ghostly image flew away, soon (Y/N) tossed the now-dead man's corpse aside with a thud.

"Hmm... rather stale, disappointing" (Y/N) said as blood covered his lips and the lower part of his face, the warm blood had also soaked into his robes, he then looked toward the steps and saw Harry crumpled on the stone steps unconscious, in his hand was a Blood-Red Stone.

"Hm... all this trouble, over such a little thing?" (Y/N) wondered to himself as he reached down and plucked the stone from the boy's hand, examining it carefully to see exactly what was so special about this thing, other than it's appealing color.

Until his gaze went to the Mirror again and looked at it again, the frame seemed like it was made of tarnished Gold, and at the very top over the reflective glass words were carved into the frame.

Erised Stra ebru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi

Then his gaze drifted down to the framed glass, he walked a step closer and crouched down to look into the mirror, he would have to clean the blood off of his face before he took the man-thing-boy back up to the School, when suddenly he saw a second person reflected in the mirror.

"Mother?" the young man said in surprise, turning around to see his Mother, only, she wasn't there?

He looked back to the mirror and saw Lady Dimitrescu again, but she was smiling at him with pride as she placed her hand on his shoulder, (Y/N)'s hand went to the spot but only touched his own bloodied robes, a confused frown came to him as he watched the reflection smile to him, then mouth five words to him that made him smile.

Then he saw another person step into view from behind him, his gaze followed her form as she strutted into view and stood next to him in the reflection.

"Katherine..." (Y/N) whispered in surprise, his Honey-Gold eyes taking in her features, the reflection was dressed in dark clothing, her long, curled Brown hair bouncing as she moved into view and her eyes, a Dark Brown shade that showed both mischief and affection as she gazed back at him, around her neck was a silver chain with a vibrant Blue gemstone attached that rested just over her breasts.

"Mr. Dimitrescu" he heard a voice call out, causing him to break his gaze from the Mirror and look backward, to see Professor Dumbledore stood by the body of the Potter boy, his gaze going between the young man's blood covered face, the corpse of Professor Quirrel and the Mirror.

"Headmaster... what is this thing?" (Y/N) asked him as he stood himself back up again, glancing back and forth between the Headmaster, who was now watching him carefully, and the Mirror which showed him two of the people he felt close too.

"I see you've discovered the Mirror of Erised, I apologise but... I believe we should bring Mr. Potter to the medical wing, before I can answer your questions" Dumbledore said to the very tall young man, before he pointed his Wand toward Harry Potter and his unconscious body levitated up from the steps, (Y/N) took a final glance back toward the mysterious, and likely Magical mirror, before he followed after the Headmaster.