HOGWARTS, A FEW DAYS LATER

A few days had passed by since the Sorting and the first day, it had been quite a challenge for (Y/N) in multiple ways, there were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts, wide, sweeping ones, narrow, rickety ones, some that led somewhere different on a Friday, some with a vanishing step halfway up that had to be jumped.

Then there were doors that refused to open unless they were asked politely, or were tickled in exactly the right place, and doors that weren't really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending, quite a few of these doors tempted (Y/N) to just slice them apart with his Claws.

It was very hard to fully remember where anything was, because it all seemed to move around a lot, it was made worse if anyone had the misfortune to run into Peeves, the resident Poltergeist of Hogwarts who seemed to enjoy tormenting and pulling pranks on anyone, except for when the Bloody Baron was around, Peeves seemed to be scared of him.

Worse than Peeves though was the School's Caretaker, Argus Filch, who seemed to hate all the students here, though... he was quite nervous around (Y/N), since he knew what he was, and the fact he was almost ten feet tall certainly helped to make the man think twice before trying to get on the Male Dimitrescu's bad side.

Filch owned a Dust-coloured Cat called Miss Norris, she was a scrawny Creature with bulging, lamp-like eyes just like her owners, she would watch students for if they did anything wrong and then would rush off to fetch Filch, who would suddenly appear a few seconds later wheezing to punish the offender.

Then there were the lessons themselves, there was a lot more to Magic than simply waving a Wand and saying a few funny words, (Y/N) had done his best to familiarise himself with the Teachers and landmarks to find the classrooms.

They had to study the night skies through their telescopes every Wednesday at midnight and learn the names of different stars and the movements of the planets, three times a week they were supposed to go to the Greenhouses behind the Castle to study Herbology, with a dumpy little Witch called Professor Sprout, where they learnt how to care for all the strange Plants and Fungi and found out what they were used for.

Easily the most boring lesson was History of Magic, which was the only class taught by a Ghost, Professor Binns had been very old indeed when he fell asleep in front of the Staff-Room fire and got up next morning to teach, leaving his body behind, Binns droned on and on while they scribbled down names and dates and got Emric the Evil and Ulric the Oddball mixed up.

Professor Flitwick, the Charms Teacher, was a tiny little Wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk, at the start of their first lesson he took the register, when he called out (Y/N)'s name and then looked up and saw the very tall young man looking at him he gulped slightly, and when he reached Harry Potter's name he squeaked and toppled out of sight, making some of the students giggle.

Professor McGonagall was also different, she was strict and clever and had given them all a talking to the moment they sat down in her first class.

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts, anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back, you have been warned" she had said to her class, before she then changed her desk into a Pig and back again, (Y/N) was quite impressed and interested to see what other things could be turned into something else, after taking a lot of complicated notes, the class were given a match and told to try turning it into a needle, by the end of the lesson only Hermione Granger and (Y/N) had made any difference to their matches, both of them managing to get the matches to turn Silvery and gain pointy ends.

The class that everyone was really looking forward to was Defence Against the Dark Arts, but Quirrell's lessons turned out to be a bit of a joke, his classroom reeked of Garlic, which was apparently to ward off a Vampire he'd run into in Romania, who he was afraid would come back to get him someday, and (Y/N) wondered if said "Vampire" could be his Mother or one of his Sisters?

but... he was having an even bigger problem.

Since he had spent the last thirty-three years living in his Family's Castle, he had grown used to consuming large quantities of Human Blood daily, and now he suddenly found himself having to ration his supply of Sanguis Virginis, and he was on his last bit today until he could return home during the Christmas Holidays!

Because of that, he had been feeling the effects of only drinking enough to keep himself stable, it was like only eating enough food to keep yourself functioning, he felt pain in his body from it's want for more Human Blood to keep his conditions under control, he had several very close calls while walking around the school, his eyes looking at the other Students with hunger for the sweet, Sanguine fluid that pulsed through their living veins, but he knew if he started feeding on anyone he pleased he'd likely be expelled, and sent him to his family a disgrace.

(Y/N) refused to allow that to happen, and had done his best to control his Blood-thirst, and not attack the others, but... it was getting harder to keep himself from losing control and attacking someone.

SLYTHERIN DORMS, (Y/N)'S ROOM, FRIDAY

(Y/N) groaned and sat up in his bed, his (H/C) hair a mess of bed head as he looked around the room, remembering that he was in a School for Magic now as he sat himself up, revealing his shirtless form as he stretched and yawned, cracking his back and neck, along with other joints feeling relief as his muscles were loosened enough to move.

"Haaah... not as comfy as my bed at home, but... it's satisfactory" (Y/N) groaned to himself before he walked from the bed and past the Green Leather Couch to the window that opened up to the Black Lake, looking out at the Water which was almost black as the sun had barely begun to rise.

(Y/N) then grunted and placed a hand on his chest as he felt a pang of dark Hunger radiate from his body as he looked up to the highest shelf on the nearby bookcase, and saw his last bottle of the Sanguis Virginis that he had been given as a gift by his mother and Sisters, he felt the need for Blood grow stronger, he had been trying to stretch his supply out but... three bottles wouldn't have lasted too long.

(Y/N) reached up and grabbed the bottle from the top shelf of his bookcase, and held it carefully in both hands, he looked down at the bottle with longing in his eyes as he delicately traced the intricate Silver flowers it was decorated with with his finger, the bottle was only half-full now.

(Y/N) internally sighed to himself, already missing his Family, like having his three Sisters voices echo through the halls, or hearing the sounds of the Maids at work, and his Mother's commanding voice as she ruled over the Family Castle, but (Y/N) remembered his promise to himself and his Mother, he would make her proud and prove he was ready to be independent of their protection.

"I must control myself... I can't... can't let myself fall to my base desires like some Beast, maybe... I'll feel better if I just smell it?" (Y/N) said as he felt sweat form on his forehead, the temptation getting to his mind as he carefully opened the bottle, lifting the bottle to his nose and inhaling, his nose was filled with the scent of Grapes, Alcohol and Blood, causing his mouth to water.

"Maybe... a small sip will tide me over, until dinner time? That wouldn't hurt, right?" (Y/N) said to himself as his breathing started to pick up, the temptation to gorge upon the heady drink much stronger after smelling it, (Y/N) then stood up and picked up a Wineglass and poured himself a glass, he let out a shaky sigh as he carefully swirled the Blood-laced Wine in the glass, before he raised the glass to his lips and took a sip tasting the sweet, yet tart Grapes and the metallic taste of the blood as it coated his tongue, he then swallowed it and felt satisfaction spread through his body.

"Ah... that's better" (Y/N) said to himself as he savoured the taste of the Wine on his tongue, calming himself down as he took another sip from the glass in his hand, willing his body to accept the small amount of Wine as enough until after supper time had come and passed, today was going to be a long day...

LATER ON

Unfortunately for (Y/N), the day did indeed feel like the hours had been stretched out from the slight aches and the gnawing sensation of hunger for Blood he was forced to endure, his first class was Double Potions, with the Gryffindor House.

The Potion's Lesson took place down in the Dungeons, the other Students complained about it feeling cold, though since (Y/N) spent so long in the his Family's Castle he was used to much colder climates and the sight of pickled Animals floating in glass jars all around the walls didn't disturb him either, with what he'd seen of his Mother's experiments with the Megamycete, and the creation of the Moroaică and the Samcă.

Professor Snape had been taking attendance, and had stopped at Harry Potter's name, seeming like he has a personal hatred towards the boy, before beginning his class with a speech.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of Potion-making" Snape said, speaking in barely more than a whisper, like Professor McGonagall, Snape was able to capture the attention of his class without effort.

"As there is little foolish Wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is Magic, I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering Cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through Human veins, bewitching the mind and ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death..." Snape said, this speech seemed to get everyone on the edge of their seats, and (Y/N) noticed the look Malfoy had, making him wrinkle his nose at the look the young Blonde had.

Malfoy had made it clear that he didn't like (Y/N) after their introduction, (Y/N) had mentioned how he was raised in the Muggle World, and about his Mother, and Malfoy took it to mean that the Vampiric man was a Muggle-born, or a Half-Blood, that quickly got the Blonde man-thing child angry, and saying how his presence in Slytherin was a disgrace and a mistake, with his two goons Crabbe and Goyle looking ready to beat (Y/N) up... at least until he stood up, the boys quickly backed down, looking ready to run as he towered over them with a glare that made their blood run cold, since then they had mostly stuck to childish insults, while keeping their distance from the taller, and far more intimidating Dimitrescu Boy.

"Potter!" Snape suddenly said, making a few of the class jump from the sudden sound un the silent classroom, (Y/N) looked over and paid attention as well.

"What would I get if I added powdered root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?" Snape asked the young Boy, (Y/N) could only see the back of his head, but also saw a familiar Girl with bushy Brown hair's hand shoot up, eager to answer the question instead of Harry.

"I don't know, sir" (Y/N) heard the dark haired Man-thing Boy said quietly, as Snape's lips curled into a sneer.

"Tut, tut... fame clearly isn't everything" Snape said in a cold drawl, while pointedly ignoring Hermione's raised hand.

"Let's try again, Potter, where would you look if I asked you to find me a Bezoar?" Snape asked the boy, while Hermione stretched her hand up as high as she could without leaving her seat, (Y/N) noticed that Malfoy and his thugs were shaking with laughter at the spectacle.

"I don't know, sir" the Boy replied again, obviously feeling more and more embarrassed from the Teacher's questions and obvious ridicule.

"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?" Snape said, taunting the younger Boy, (Y/N) just sighed to himself at how the Professor was so blatantly showing his dislike for the Boy, while still ignoring the Gryffindor Girl's quivering hand.

"What is the difference, Potter, between Monkshood and Wolfbane?" Snape asked him again, at this Hermione stood up from her seat, her hand stretching up as high as she could reach, looking very eager to answer the question.

"I don't know, sir, I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try her?" Harry replied to the Teacher, making some of the class laugh, (Y/N) shook his head with a sigh as he looked down at his desk, knowing the foolish Man-thing child had likely just made things worse for himself with that comment.

"Sit down, foolish Girl" Snape snapped at Hermione, who sat back down looking dejected at the harsh treatment, Snape then looked over to (Y/N) with a cold smile, as he approached the much taller Man's desk.

"Perhaps Mister Dimitrescu can provide the answers for us?" Snape said as he watched (Y/N), who also felt the eyes of the rest of the class on him, unfortunately, at that time another pang of Blood-thirst struck him as he returned the Professor's gaze, his pupils narrowed into slits from his hunger, as his predatory nature tried to assert itself, Snape seemed to sense his hunger before (Y/N) managed to compose himself with a deep breath before answering the questions.

"Yes, sir... Asphodel and Wormwood make a Sleeping Potion so powerful that it's known as the Draught of Living Death, a Bezoar is a Stone found in the stomach of a Goat and will save one who swallows it from most known Poisons, and Monkshood and Wolfbane are the same Plant, but it's also know as... Aconite" (Y/N) replied to the Potion's Master while maintaining eye contact with the Man-thing Professor, Snape's face changed to a smile, but it lacked the warmth of a true smile.

"Excellent work, it would seem someone has at least taken the time to memorise his reading material, well? Why aren't you all copying that down?" Snape said before asking the class that question, the room was suddenly full of the sound of Students rummaging through their bags for Quills and Parchment.

"Ten Points to Slytherin for actually reading their books, and Five Points will be taken from Gryffindor, for your cheek, Potter" Snape said as everyone quickly started to take notes, including (Y/N) who was eager to do well, he also noticed the glare he got from Granger, which he promptly ignored, since he had better things to do than worry about the displeasure of a child.

The lesson continued and Snape paired the students up and set them to brewing a simple Potion to cure boils, and (Y/N), much to his annoyance, had been paired up with Hermione Granger, and she seemed just as annoying as ever.

Snape swept around in his long Black cloak, watching the Students weigh dried Nettles and crush Snake Fangs, criticising almost everyone except (Y/N) and Malfoy, both of whom he seemed to like, though... he did seem to favour (Y/N) more.

(Y/N) and Hermione worked in silence, (Y/N) knowing that she would likely just throw a fit if he tried speaking with her, she seemed to dislike him quite a bit, soon Snape approached the pair and observed their work, he seemed rather impressed.

"Impressive work, Mr. Dimitrescu, you seem to be quite skilled, class pay attention to the way he is working, properly following the instructions" Snape said as he observed (Y/N) stewing the Horned Slugs he had added to the Cauldron, pointedly ignoring Hermione's contribution to the Potion and making her feel bad that her work was being overlooked.

Suddenly there was a loud hissing sound and Acid Green smoke filled the classroom, followed by a startled yelp!

(Y/N) looked over and saw that Neville had somehow managed to melt his partner Seamus's Cauldron into a twisted blob of Metal, and their Potion was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in people's shoes, within seconds the whole class were standing on their stools, with (Y/N) just sitting down with his legs crossed under him to avoid the Potion, and he saw Neville moaning in pain as angry Red boils erupted all over his arms and legs.

"Idiot boy!" Snape snarled angrily as he waved his Wand and cleared away the spilled Potion, allowing the rest of the class to get down off their precarious positions.

"I suppose you added the Porcupine Quills before taking the Cauldron off the Fire? Take him up to the Hospital Wing" Snape spat angrily at Seamus, while Neville whimpered as more boils popped up all over his nose, (Y/N) turned his attention back to his and Hermione's own potion, to avoid having a similar mistake befall him, he did NOT want to get any boils!

"You-Potter-why didn't you tell him not to add the Quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's Ten points you've lost for Gryffindor" (Y/N) heard Snape say angrily while he just continued with his task, Hermione frowned and sighed before she continued with her part of making this Potion, and doing her best to also not mess up.

The Class continued on, and much to (Y/N)'s annoyance, Malfoy had messed up his Potion because he was too busy mocking Harry Potter for losing House Points, and his cronies Crabbe and Goyle... they were just hopeless, (Y/N) was wondering how the hell they got into Slytherin when they were that bad, and why Snape wouldn't punish them for their failures.

(Y/N) did have a close call when Hermione accidentally pricked herself with one of the Porcupine Quills, the scent of her Blood was making his hunger grow, Snape soon noticed the look in (Y/N)'s eyes, and quickly took note of the blood that was on Granger's finger, he knew this was going to be trouble and that he'd need to visit Dumbledore after class.

"Mr. Dimitrescu, stay here" Snape called out as the class ended and the Students packed up to leave, (Y/N) glanced to him and noticed Malfoy and his goons snickering, obviously thinking that (Y/N) was in trouble for some reason, despite him making a well brewed Potion this class, soon all of the other Students had left and Snape strode towards the taller young Man.

"Follow me, we must speak with the Headmaster on a rather, important matter" Snape said as he looked up into the Dimitrescu Male's Honey-Gold eyes with his own dark eyes, (Y/N) nodded and followed the Potion's Master out of the classroom, and they walked along the hallways and staircases of the School, until they stopped at a statue, which looked a bit similar to a Gryphon.

"Sugar Quill" Snape said to the Gargoyle, making (Y/N) raise a brow before the Gargoyle suddenly came alive and hopped to the side, and then the wall it was stood in front of split in two, revealing a spiral staircase behind the wall, that was smoothly moving upwards like an escalator.

"Come now, we mustn't keep the Headmaster waiting" Snape said as he walked forward, (Y/N) ducked through and followed Snape, standing on the steps and went upwards in circles.

They soon reached the top of the tower, with (Y/N) feeling annoyed from the slight dizziness that came from the round and round trip upward, when they stopped (Y/N) saw a gleaming Oak Wood door ahead, with a Brass knocker that was shaped like a Gryphon.

Snape approached and knocked on the door, before it opened silently and he walked inside, with (Y/N) ducking through the door and into the room beyond, (Y/N) stood up and looked around the room in wonder.

It was a large and beautiful circular room, full of funny little noises, a number of curious silver instruments stood on spindle-legged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke, the walls were covered in portraits of old Headmasters and Headmistresses, some of whom were sleeping in their frames, there was also a large, claw-footed desk, and sitting on a shelf behind it was sat the Sorting Hat that was used last night to sort the Students.

"I have brought him, Dumbledore, Miss Gordon" Snape said to the old Wizard who was sat at his desk, looking towards the two new guests along with Professor McGonagall and an unexpected visitor.

"Melinda?" (Y/N) asked as the Women turned and gave him a smile, she was the Worker who was to represent (Y/N) on behalf of both the S.T.V and the Beings Department of the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

"Hello (Y/N), are you settling in well here?" Melinda asked him kindly, she was wearing a White coat and dress, and her hair had been brushed and made to look slightly curly, with her necklace resting just above her breasts.

"Um... yes, I believe I have done quite well so far, how come your here, Lady Gordon?" (Y/N) asked her, sounding confused and a little worried that his Ministry Representative was here after less than a week of his attendance to this School of Magic.

"She came here at my request, Mr. Dimitrescu, I'm afraid a problem has arisen, that may affect your time here at Hogwarts" Dumbledore said as he remained seated at his desk, while Snape stood off to the side of his desk, and Melinda looked at (Y/N) guiltily.

"What do you mean? Have I done something to offend?" (Y/N) asked him, feeling anxious after hearing what Dumbledore had just said.

"Oh no, not at all, you haven't done anything wrong, it's just that something we had planned to set up for your time here has had some, complications" Melinda said as she walked closer, looking up into his eyes, (Y/N) searched her Brown eyes for any hints of a lie, and saw that she was being honest, making him sigh in relief.

"Then, what is this meeting for?" (Y/N) asked, as he looked at Dumbledore.

"You see, Mr. Dimitrescu, we had made arrangements with the Department of Beings and the S.T.V to have a supply of Human Blood regularly brought to Hogwarts for you to feed upon during your time here" Dumbledore explained as he interlocked his fingers and kept his gaze on (Y/N), watching his reactions, just the mention of fresh, warm Human Blood had affected (Y/N) and made his hands tremble and his pupils narrow as he licked his lips.

"However... due to unforeseen complications, the blood cannot be transferred here" McGonagall said as she looked at him with sympathy, noticing the Hunger in his eyes.

"What happened?" (Y/N) asked as he took a deep breath, trying to push the unpleasant sensation down, and keep control of himself.

"Ministry Politics, I'm afraid, tell me, have you managed to feed today?" Dumbledore asked him, his eyes examining him closely and seeing the signs of strain.

"Just a small glass of my Mother's special Wine, I've been doing my best to restrain myself otherwise over the past few days" (Y/N) replied truthfully, knowing better than to attempt to lie to the Adults in the room.

"That's not good! You can't keep trying to go through your day with so little, it's bad for your health" Melinda said as she approached him, with concern in her eyes.

"Well... I can't exactly go and snack on other students on a whim, Miss Gordon, that would likely be a fast track to my true Nature being discovered, and possibly expelled, and I refuse to disgrace the name of House Dimitrescu in such a way" (Y/N) said to the Brunette, still trying to be respectful even when feeling that painful sensation in his body from the lack of blood.

"The Staff have also taken notice of your behaviours, young Dimitrescu... they have come to me concerned from certain, looks, they have seen you give to others, especially if they happen to be wounded or bleeding" Dumbledore said, (Y/N) flinched and realised just how bad it had gotten, if the Teachers were noticing then he must not be as good at maintaining his composure as he had hoped.

"Yes, I also observed your look towards Miss Granger when she had pricked her finger on one of the Porcupine Quills today, you seemed almost ready to drain her unto death" Snape said as he watched (Y/N), though... from the tone of his voice he didn't sound to concerned about him actually doing that.

"I apologise, it's just... a big adjustment, back at home I was able to feed readily and to my fill, but here, with this secrecy about my Nature, it has been hard..." (Y/N) said, sounding resigned and tired, wincing as he felt another pang of Blood thirst strike him.

"Yes, I can imagine it must be quite a change to get used to... however, I have come to a solution to this problem" Dumbledore said, gaining the attention of (Y/N), who was curious to see what this solution could be, perhaps some kind of Potion? Or some kind of Charm or Spell?

"We have taken the time to draw up a rota, where certain Students will volunteer their services to allow you to feed from them, under the strict supervision of a member of Staff" Dumbledore explained, making (Y/N) gain a look of surprise from just how far the Headmaster would go to accommodate him!

Professor Snape looked to Dumbledore with a raised brow, while McGonagall looked uncomfortable with the idea of having Students volunteer themselves to allow (Y/N) to feed from them, but she knew that Dumbledore had a plan, and knew just how to make it work, so she put her faith in this idea, and hoped that students wouldn't be harmed.

"As an added precaution... Severus here, shall provide you with Blood-Replenishing Potions, to replace the blood you take from the volunteers, but... the observer shall use... harsher methods to stop you, if they feel you may have trouble controlling your thirst" Dumbledore explained further, (Y/N) looked to his Head of House, who nodded in response to his silent question.

"I see, I suppose that is a good solution... thank you, Sir" (Y/N) said as he nodded toward the Headmaster, with a relieved smile on his face.

"Minerva, would you please go and fetch the volunteers?" Dumbledore asked Professor McGonagall, who looked a little hesitant, before she nodded and left the Office to fetch the people who had volunteered to assist him.