Fallen Angel, Rising Star

Four years has passed since the fall of Voldemort at the hands of the chosen one, Harry Potter. A fractured world attempts to slowly piece itself back together after coming so close to complete destruction.

At the centre of this rebuilding process are Hermione and her friends – mourning the loss of loved ones, acclimatising to new relationships and figuring out their place in a world without war or Hogwarts. Yet, from the shadows, a new threat emerges after years of planning. Sensing the Ministry is at its weakest and most vulnerable an uprising is about to begin.

The Vampires are fed up of being treated like filth by all around them. They're going to take their place as rightful leaders of this new world – by any means necessary.

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Talia Summers had no idea where she was. One minute she was stumbling down Diagon Alley after one too many shots of Firewhisky at the Leaky Cauldron, the next she was being slammed repeatedly against a stone wall - her wand ripped from her before she had a chance to raise it. She had passed out from the repeated blows to the head and now awoken to find herself in a cold and dark room – blood still gushing from the side of her skull.

She fumbled around in the dark for a few seconds before an elegant and high pitched voice cut through the darkness.

'Ah, Miss Summers, how nice of you to join us.'

Cruel laughter erupted from all around her as little lanterns flicked to life, revealing what looked like a basement full of people – with her very much in the middle of the circle.

'Wha-what's going on here?' she asked, her voice drenched in fear as she slowly rose to her feet, habitually reaching for her absent wand.

'Looking for this?' the same high pitched and formal voiced asked.

She followed the voice to that of an older looking man as he walked out from the circle of onlookers, twirling her wand in his hand. He had long white blond hair which cascaded halfway down his back. He was of average height but had a toned, muscular figure. Unlike everyone else in the room, who wore casual clothing, this figure wore regal looking red armour and a cape – giving him the air of a royal warrior. A long, bladed staff was strapped to his back and his skin was pale to the point of translucency, looking like it had never been touched by sunlight for even a second. His voice remained calm and collected but as he drew closer she saw utter loathing in his piercing blue eyes.

'Do you have any idea who I am? By order of the Ministry I command you to return me my wa-'

He was in front of her within a second, his hand around her neck in two and she was lifted off the ground in three. The crowd roared in approval as he held her aloft.

'We know very well who you are Miss Talia Summers, head of the department for the regulation and control of magical creatures…and sadly we won't be returning this wand.'

He snapped the wand in two with the faintest of effort with his free hand as Talia struggled to breath.

'A department!' He roared. 'To control and regulate!'

The crowd of onlookers were becoming excited, blood lust running through the air like electricity.

'You look to control us, to keep us under the feet of your kind…under the feet of Muggles!'

His voiced remained calm but grew in sound, feeding the onlookers excitement. His grip around her neck grew ever tighter.

'Some of you even have the audacity to hunt us! For too long we have accepted the role of being a dark stain upon the world. Spat upon by all other creatures when it should be us that sit in the halls of power.'

'You're mad Orsino!' screamed another voice from the left. 'You're going to get us all killed!

Talia looked over to see a plump, balding man in a dishevelled suit chained to the wall. She instantly recognized him as Fenton Costard, the head of The Family, the highest ranking official in Vampire society and liaison to the Ministry of Magic.

'Look who's decided to involve themselves in the debate' Orsino spat as he dropped Talia to the floor with a loud thud, instantly stalking towards the chained Vampire. 'The very man who works with the Wizards to keep us in chains!'

'The treaty works in all our favour!'

In one swift movement Orsino unsheathed the long bladed staff on his back, swiping it down in the air and beheading Jefferson before he even knew what was happening. The now headless body slumped to the floor, slowly turning to dust until all that was left was a suit without a body.

'I think you've said quite enough.'

Orsino sheathed his staff and walked slowly back to Talia, once again picking her up roughly by the neck.

'Wha...what do you want from me?' Talia struggled to choke out.

The crowd grew silent as Orsino lowered Talia close enough so he could whisper in her ear – the room now so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

'I want you to deliver a message for me.'

'To…who?'

He smiled devilishly at her.

'The world.'

He let out a roar as he plunged his fangs into the neck of Talia, the crowd going wild. Her body struggled vainly as he continued to drink, her movements becoming weaker and weaker. He pulled away, his mouth covered in blood, as he tossed her limp body towards the blood thirsty watchers.

'Drink her dry and the hang her outside the front of the Ministry' Orsino commanded as he wiped the blood from his face with a dirty towel.

He made his way to the door before turning around one last time.

'A face that pretty deserves nothing less than the front-cover of tomorrow's Daily Prophet.'

He them slammed the door shut, condemning Talia to her fate.