Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the resulting HP universe. JKR and the other respective copyright holders do. I'm just having some fun with the characters. Please let me know what you think. As an additional warning there will be SLASH material as well as some material not suitable for younger readers.
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I was walking down the street during the summer between my 5th and 6th years in my magical education. I go to the Southern Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States. I was out skating with my Muggle friends earlier and missed my bus home, so thus I had to walk. Then faster than lighting I was attacked. All I remember from my attacker was deathly pale skin and a voice that spoke to the very core of my soul. He told me that he was going to kill me. I felt a sharp pain in my neck has he sank his fangs into my jugular. I tried to fight him, but I was held paralyzed against him. Before he drank the fatal remaining drops, he stopped and turned me to face him. I was dizzy from the blood loss and I couldn't make out his features, but his voice still cut through me sharp as a knife, like he was speaking to me from in my head. He told me that he would rather not kill me, that he liked the way I looked and he was impressed with my power and will to survive. I tried to speak, but all I heard was mumbled gargle. As I continually tried to speak I felt something press up against my mouth. I could taste coppery warmth filling through me as I started to drink. I started to come around. I was aware of my surroundings. He was trying to pull away, but I wouldn't let him. He was surprised at my strength. His voice in my head was growing weaker. He was begging me to stop. I was killing him. My only reply was to the effect that he chose the wrong person to fuck with. I felt his heart stop. I dropped him to the ground and stole off into the night.
All I knew about vampires was what I learned in my Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, which wasn't much. I did know that because I drank the blood of a vampire that I too would become one. I also knew that I could not be in sunlight. The painful stages of my transformation were beginning. My body was expelling its waste and my teeth were becoming fangs. I thought I was going to die anyway. I lifted the cover on a sewer and threw myself into the dark abyss.
I awoke the next evening and was immediately shocked to find that I could see exceptionally well in the near darkness of the sewer. I felt a hollow pain in my stomach. I knew what I wanted. Upon re-entering the street I noticed a woman walking down the street. It happened so fast I was barely register what I was doing until I felt her heart stop. I realized that I killed that woman. My tears were clouding my eyes. I wanted to do something, but I just walked away. After "feeding" I realized that my vision and hearing were even sharper. That I felt warmer and more clear-headed. I walked to my home. As I approached the driveway, I could sense that my mom was crying. As I walked through the front door she seemed so happy to see me. She ran to me but stopped half way and let out a scream that chilled me to my bones.
She knew what I was. I was surprised, because my mom was a muggle and had no knowledge of magic save the stories I told her from school. I went to speak, but she fell over in a feint. I carried her to her bed and left her a note explaining to her what happened, that l love her and one day will return. I also drafted a letter to the Dean of my school hoping that I would get some answers there. I took what little money I had, packed up my trunk, and left.
A few nights later, I awoke with a small barn owl rapping on the window of my hotel room. I pulled back the thick curtains and let the owl in. After removing the letter, the owl took off quickly. It was from the Dean.
Dear Cytix
I'm sorry to hear that you have been turned into a vampire. It is my unfortunate duty that I must now expel you from school as a matter of safety for you and the rest of the students. The law states that all vampires must be registered and detained in a "safety camp." I recommend you turn yourself over.
Sincerely
R. Sanford
Head Dean
Southern Academy of Witchcraft & Wizardry
I didn't know what I was going to do. I couldn't go back to school and I certainly couldn't turn myself over to the authorities. I didn't ask to become a vampire. Besides I'm practically harmless. I learned very quickly to "feed" without killing, and with a good memory charm, the victim is none the wiser.
At the beginning of the next week the solution to my problems came to me. I was wondering where I could possibly finish my magical education. I thought of Hogwarts. It was a big topic of discussion back at the Academy that the Headmaster of Hogwarts was a lot less selective of students and that as long as you have promising magical ability that you can attend. I quickly drafted a letter, summoned my broomstick and took off for Great Britain.