Chapter One – Daniel – 3rd Person
He woke to the sound of knocking, a rare occurrence in his house. His father, as leader of one of the most influential vampire clans in England, was not one you would expect to show subservience in any action, let alone knocking at the door, which was famous for letting another dictate your movements, a sentiment despised by vampires in general, and while his father was less purist in his views, he would never consider letting another being dictate his actions. This train of thought was cut off when the knocking began again. Daniel quickly tuned it out and starting running through the list of people who could get this close to his chambers. The list was surprisingly small. His father, obviously, his mother, sister and Jared, his father's second in command. His father would not knock, mother would call, and his sister had never had any idea of the word privacy, and would barge in unannounced whenever it took her fancy. Therefore, it was Jared. Daniel took a moment to grin, before springing out of bed and walking calmly over to the large, oak double doors, which led from a ridiculously large sleeping chamber into an outer waiting room. It had been given to the 11-year-old vampire as an inheritance gift, when his father named him heir to the clan leadership after his older brother and, to put it simply, idol, abandoned his clan and struck out on his own, something not unheard of, and would likely have been endorsed by his father, who was not an unloving father, and was always encouraging free thinking. He was always asking his advisors to speak their minds, and was only known to disapprove of arguments when they breached the sanctity of the clan halls, any arguments that did not affect the majority of the clan was to be dealt with outside the halls. The double doors swung open as he gestured with an open hand. Jared stood there, and the first thing anyone saw of Jared was his grin, almost always fixed in place, whether it is genuine, or sarcastic. The next thing someone would notice would be his raised eyebrow, which was always a good sign. As long as his eyebrow was raised, the smile was genuine. Unless he was furious, which rarely happened, even when Daniel had destroyed a millennia old vase, and his father had been in a rare rage. That was a bad week.
"Glad to see you're so enthusiastic to hear what I have to say" the third thing anyone noticed would be his voice, thick and melodious, but always with a biting sarcastic undertone, which would be one of few things to calm his father down when he was in a rage, and he was the perfect tutor, friendly, unlikely to report you to 'the boss', and the perfect remonstrator, who could embarrass anyone in court without raising his voice, and often without saying anything that was insulting itself, he let his voice, and the imagination of those he insulted, make his insults find their mark.
"Are you even listening to me Danny?" The hidden laughter was louder than ever.
"Sorry, caught up in… So what was it that you wanted?"
"To give you a letter"
"A letter or…?" I'm already grinning, and Jared can tell.
"Oh it's definitely not just a letter" He spins it between his fingers. Daniel was already itching to read it.
"So, about you giving my the letter…?" Daniel lets the sentence hang in the air, waiting for him to react. Jared grins, before turning, letter still in hand.
"Your father is waiting downstairs," he says, and you could see his grin in every fibre of him. Danny groans, rolling his eyes before turning on his heel and glancing behind him, checking Jared was out of sight, before sprinting into his room and diving onto his bed, staring up at the canopy of his four poster bed, wondering what Hogwarts would finally be like.