Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JKR, Erasmus belongs to me. Yippee!

A/N: I just wanted to thank everyone who reviewed during the course of this fic. I have really enjoyed writing it, and as it was my first begun, and first completed, it will always have a special place in my heart. I hope that everyone enjoys the last chapter. There will not be a sequel. I prefer the story to remain as is- Erasmus would want it that way.

Draco moaned as the pain pierced his head. He opened his eyes, but everything was a fuzzy fog. Now was not the time for his senses to fail him. He closed his eyes, concentrated on his power and drew it up inside himself. Slowly, he allowed his power to flow to all of his extremities, his ears, and his eyes. He felt his power swirl around the painful spot in his head-- and with a flash of heat, the pain was gone.

He became fully alert, using his breath as an echolocation tool, he could feel that he was in a place he had never seen, and his attacker was close by. Carefully, he opened his eyes and glanced around at the darkness-- his vision was better now. He could see through the dark.

The place in which he'd been brought was a virtual pigsty. Garbage littered the floor along with the carcasses of countless animals. The place smelled like a muggle slaughterhouse. He let his power dance over the room, and throughout the structure. His attacker was in the next room-- grumbling to himself.

Soundlessly, he crept over the carcasses, allowing his power to dance around the floor. It was the only way he could be sure that the room was not, somehow, booby trapped.

From the doorway, he could now see who his captor was. The "Dank" Lord was crouched over a scattering of rat bones mumbling to himself. Draco could not believe how ridiculous the whole fiasco was. From the doorway, he entered Voldemort's mind. It didn't take long to find out that the idiot had clubbed him over the head with a tree branch. What a waste of a vampire.

Draco couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when Voldemort still didn't realize that he was awake, or that he was standing there watching him.

"I think I hit the blonde one a bit too hard. What if he is irrevocably damaged? A damaged hostage is as good as no hostage! Fools! They all die too easily. Hmmm... If only the blonds one's father were still living. No, now I could only bring him back as a rotten thing- not exactly useful..." Voldemort actually had a long string of drool descending from his lower lip. Draco was sickened.

He was far beyond annoyed at this point. Voldemort seemed to not have realized that whatever power he had, meant nothing in the world of vampires. It was time to make his presence known.

He coughed.

Voldemort jumped at the noise and turned his head.

Draco didn't give the geezer time to react. He flew across the room, slashed at Voldemort's head with his claws, and severed it clean. He dumped his power towards the corpse and caught Voldemort's soul trying to escape. He allowed his power to dismantle the soul, and carefully absorbed it into himself.

"So much for the great Potter vs Voldemort main event." Draco snarked. "Being bad feels pretty good."

Snape was beginning to worry. Draco had not come back inside the castle for well over 3 hours, and the boy was not known to wander around in the cold for long. Something just didn't feel right, and if the boy didn't come back within the hour, he was going to go looking for him.

"Looking for whom?" Erasmus asked.

Snape jumped. "I really hate it when you do that."

"Tut, tut. Whether you hate that I do it or not, it is most amusing."

Severus rolled his eyes at Erasmus. "Of course you would think so. At any rate, I'm beginning to worry about Draco. He hasn't come back from his walk."

Erasmus smiled. "I believe you will find that Draco is just fine. You don't give your son enough credit."

"Hmm." Severus mumbled noncommittally.

Harry wandered into Severus' common room and watched four eyes come to rest on his chest. "Is something wrong?" He asked, not sure of what to make of it all.

Erasmus grinned with an evil glint in his eye. "Nothing at all, young man. Come. Sit. Your brother is just coming into the castle."

Severus glared at Erasmus. "How do you do that?"

Erasmus rolled his eyes. "It is extremely easy. It wouldn't do at all for me to tell you. In fact, it would be most boring."

Harry laughed.

"Now don't you start!" Severus snapped.

Just then, the door to the chambers swung open and Draco walked in, a bit blood spattered, but fine.

"Why is it that while the rest of you are in here, being lazy, I ended up doing all of the dirty work?" He asked.

"Because it was convenient." Erasmus said with a smile.

Harry was unnerved to say the least. "Draco, what are you talking about?"

Draco smiled. "Here." He tossed Voldemort's severed head into Harry's lap. "A souvenir."

"Ahhhh!" Harry screamed and threw the head onto the floor.

Draco collapsed onto the floor in hysterics. "Potter, you kill me."

Harry scrambled and jumped on top of Draco sprawled on the floor and began pummeling him good naturedly with his fists. "How. Many. Times. Do. I. Have. To. Tell. You. My. Name. Isn't. Potter."

Draco simply cackled more.

"Children." Erasmus said with a small amount of authority.

Severus, Draco, and Harry looked up at the elder vampire.

"It is so wonderful to see you all act like a pack of hyenas in the middle of mating season, but I must be on my way."

"What!" Severus yelled.

Erasmus laughed. "I was only kidding, Severus. You never could take a joke very easily. But seriously, I must be moving on."

Harry crawled off Draco and walked over to Erasmus. "Why?"

Erasmus smiled. "Because child, I have many other tasks to get into. The three of you are finally alright and ready to be left on your own."

Severus grinned. His father was finally going home. He could have some peace and quiet once and for all.

"But why would you want peace and quiet?" Draco asked.

Severus turned to Draco. "Not you too!"

Erasmus laughed hard and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"Do you think we'll ever see him again?" Harry asked.

Severus placed his index finger on his nose. "Unfortunately."