Disclaimer: I should be blazingly obvious by this point, but just in case…nope these characters and are not mine. No money is being exchanged Hah! Do you actually think someone would pay me for this drivel! No infringement is meant 'cause I'm just messing about a bit for fun.

A/N: Well…here we go again! I really never thought I could have more than one story going at once and I'm not sure how frequently I'll be able to update this, but I thought I'd give it a shot as this plot bunny has been scurrying around in my head for the last couple days and driving me more mad than I already am—soooo not a good thing! This is my attempt at the Creature feature/Wizard's Inheritance/Seeking a Mate genre. I think I'm going to have fun with it and who knows maybe I'll wind up doing something neat and wholly unexpected! Yay!

I'm not sure what to warn about since I have no idea where this story is going to end up but I suppose at least I should remind people that this story is/will be SLASH! I'm writing it so it'll probably end up MPREG too (but I'm not sure about that—maybe we'll take a vote later). There's a few OCs and some OOCness but it's AU so that's to be expected right? 'Kay then, that's it. Hope you have fun and please do review!

1.

There it was again! That stupid…twitchy feeling. He couldn't shake it and it had been two months already! He thought that this is what Neville must've felt like first year when he received his Remebrall—there was something he'd forgotten, but he'd forgotten what he'd forgotten so he couldn't attend to it. He'd checked his schedule and asked around about events and commitments and it seemed everything was in order, but still there was this niggling feeling, this…pull—to be somewhere or do something and he couldn't for the life of him figure out what it was! It was wearing him down and he knew it. The last few weeks had been horrible. The twitchy feeling keep him from sleeping, and so disturbed his thoughts that he found himself skipping meals trying to figure out what was bothering him. He'd cancelled outings with his friends because he was preoccupied and distracted and he knew that shutting himself away in his flat was unhealthy. He didn't go out except for work and his skin had taken on a pallid hue because he'd not been in the sun in an age.

The last two days had been the worst, it was a constant—this twitchy feeling, if he didn't do something about it soon he was going to crack. Hermione was already on his back about finding a solution and she was about to drive him mad with the fire-calls, and ringing him up 10 times a day (or at least it seemed that way). He needed…sleep, a good meal, and for this damnable twitching to stop! He needed…to get away!

Harry put in for leave which wasn't a problem with his supervisor. Healer Philips had been concerned about her protégé for weeks and was glad to give him time off to take care of himself and get himself back on track. After all, not many healers had the skill and ability of Harry Potter. Wresting him from the Auror Triage Team to the St. Mungo's Surgical Unit was quite the coup and she was loathe to lose him to burn-out. A bit of travel was just what he needed. She suggested he go to the coast, the sea air was so refreshing. He'd nodded blankly and toddled off home, mumbling about feeling he should go East.

He really had no idea what had driven him, but somehow Harry decided he should go to Prague. Granted, he'd never been interested in visiting Prague before, but the twitchy feeling seemed to lessen when he'd decided that's where he should be. The pull was luring him to Prague so to Prague he would go.

He decided to travel by Muggle means, though he'd no particular reason to do so. He wasn't completely befuddled though; he'd purchased a couple of tourbooks and planned the first few days of his visit. He'd arrive at Prague Airport and take the ČEDAZ airport transfer service to the Riverside Hotel, a high class Muggle/Wizarding hotel, where he'd made a reservation. He could've taken the metro, but thought it better to give himself a day or so to acclimate. The guidebook said the drivers were fluent in English, which was a must since Harry spoke no other languages. The flight was…interesting. Not something he'd want to do again anytime soon, but worth the one-shot experience. He'd brought one suitcase with all he'd need for two weeks, hoping that in that time he'd figure out what the twitching was all about.

After a few nerve-wracking minutes in Customs (he'd had to charm his suitcase to look like he hadn't shrunk all his clothes, toiletries and travel items), he passed through the Arrivals gate set to keep an eye out for the distinctive white vans of the transfer service. Instead, a strikingly beautiful woman caught his attention. She was tall, with exquisite blue eyes; he'd never seen such a sharp colour before. Her hair was jet black and fell in loose waves and curls to the centre of her back. She seemed about his age or a little older, though something about her spoke of aged wisdom. Most peculiar though was that she wore an ice blue formal Wizarding dress robe and no one seemed to react oddly to her state of dress. She looked as though she was waiting for someone, and to his amazement she was heading in his direction! She smiled and he turned thinking that surely the person she was meeting was behind him, but in moments, much sooner than he'd expected, she was at his side.

"Welcome to Prague Intended. I am honoured to greet you," she said smoothly, her voice light and cheerful.

Harry blinked. She must've mistaken him for someone else, and he said so. "I-I'm sorry Miss. I think you've mistaken me for someone else."

She shook her head, "No Intended, Etienne Saw that you would be arriving today and I was sent to fetch you. You are the one I am here to meet, I assure you."

Harry was rightfully confused and said so. "Look I'm awfully confused about all this. I'm not exactly sure why I'm here but I wasn't planning on meeting anyone. How can you be sure you're supposed to meet me?"

Harry was suspicious. He'd had enough experiences with strange happenings not to wholly discount the unlikely, but in surviving a war and a final confrontation with the most powerful dark wizard in an age, he'd learned that not taking things at face value saved his hide more often than not, so he thought it best to get more information before he went anywhere with the beautiful unknown unnamed woman.

She again smiled at him, seemingly reading his thoughts. "You are uncertain. You've come to a strange country, drawn by a pull you do not understand, hounded by a feeling that has disrupted your life and you are greeted by a woman you do not know who claims she has been sent to bring you to a place you're not certain of."

She reached out and patted his shoulder, "I assure you young man, you will come to no harm and indeed I have been sent to fetch you to The Citadel. You are not the only Intended, in fact you are nearly the last to arrive, though Etienne has Seen that the last will arrive in the morning by Floo to a tavern in Hradec Králové. However, I am not responsible for bringing that Intended to The Citadel. My duty in the Amoraj is to you. Now I have a portkey that will bring us to Český ráj, the wards will be set to recognise you tomorrow but until then you'd be affected by the powerful Confundus, Disillusionment, and Notice-Me-Not charms that protect The Citadel and that just wouldn't do."

Harry blinked; none of this was making sense to him. But she seemed legitimate so he figured he'd break up all she'd said into manageable parts and hopefully build his understanding with each of her answers. "Český ráj. What is that? And what is this Citadel?"

I have to start somewhere I guess. And from what I could gather having some information on where I'm supposed to be going with her is as good a place as any.

"Ah, the Český ráj, it is an ancient forest and our home. It means Bohemian Paradise. The Muggles have termed it a nature preserve so there are few to disturb us and our domain is extensively charmed to prevent campers, hikers and tourists from stumbling upon us."

Like at the Quidditch World Cup, only they seem to be more successful than the Ministry was at keeping the Muggles away. And who are they anyway?

"Who is the 'us' you're talking about? And who are you? I don't even know your name and we've been standing here talking for nearly a quarter hour."

Given that he was still a bit confused about the whole conversation Harry thought he was doing rather well in terms of keeping his head. He wanted to trust the unknown unnamed woman. By necessity, he'd developed a sense about these sorts of things. He read people rather well, and he felt he should trust her. But intuition is not infallible and besides he hated travel by portkey, so he felt more information would be a good thing.

"The Citadel is our founding city. It is the base of our government and culture. There are regional councils for all the clans that meet in our cities. Some are shared cities, like London and Paris; others are hidden in deserts, forests, and mountains, away from prying eyes.

As for me, my name is Marjeta Vlcek, Clan Anata, House Arsaelan. And 'we' are vampires."

Tbc…

A/N: Well? What do you think? Interested in reading more? Review!