Disclaimer: Neither the characters (with exception to Kaida) nor the places belong to me, they are all products of J.K. Rowlings imagination and are thus hers.
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Why do you stare?
Is it my pale, alabaster skin?
My sapphire eyes?
My black hair?
Or perhaps it is because I feast on blood?
Vampires have been regarded as vicious monsters-incapable of love, sadness or regret- for countless centuries. Perhaps it is because we feast on blood-but what makes blood so much more grotesque then what you mortals feast upon? Do you not feast on flesh? Whereas, we merely feast on that which sustains it you feed on the creatures very being-yet we are the ones that suffer your persecution.
Persecution is what has driven me to take refuge at Hogwarts. I was mortal when I attended the school; in fact I was head girl-the school's "golden girl", in a matter of speaking. I won contests and tournaments in the name of Hogwarts, in the hopes that perhaps through honouring Hogwarts' good name I could share in its reflected glory. It was the summer of my graduation when it happened-when it all changed…when I changed.
A vampire's existence is doomed to loneliness-for many this is a fate worse then death, for me it is life, as I have always known it. I've always had antisocial tendencies, after my transformation it simply intensified. I never knew my mother, she died during my birth; my father was stricken with grief. In his eyes I was not his daughter, I was the cause-the cause of his wife's death, the cause of his loneliness, the cause of his misery. He hated everything about me-I was my mother's complete opposite. She was blond, perky, polite, and "ever-so-friendly". I, on the other hand, am black-haired, quiet, reserved and, as I said earlier, antisocial. It was his hatred for me that drove me to run away from home; it was him that drove me into the arms of a vampire…
As a vampire, I had nowhere to go, no one dare offer me refuge. I wandered the streets for days trying to find shelter. I knew nothing of the dark vampire arts; I was starving, lost and cold. In desperation, I returned to Hogwarts. I had planned to live in the Forbidden Forests, where perhaps I might find others of my kind-strange, after all these years it still sounds odd, my kind…it was then that Hagrid found me. I had lost all consciousness; had I been mortal I would have been on deaths door. Hagrid recognized me instantly. He knew what I was, what I had become…and yet he helped me.
In the cover of darkness, he took me to Dumbledore. It was Dumbledore that took me in when no one else would. It was he who managed to concoct a potion that I could drink in place of blood. It tastes like mud…but it sustains me and renders me safe to those around me. Dumbledore allowed me to live in the school. I have free reign of it in the evenings. It was Dumbledore's hope that someday I would teach "The Defence Against the Dark Arts"-for I had always done well in this class, I always had top marks (and no, the irony does not escape me). But for the time, I content myself to wander the halls in the silence of the night. It is too soon for me to return to the mortal world…to mingle among the living…far too soon.