A/N: Vampires have been mentioned briefly in Harry Potter, but not really focused upon.

I figured vampires in the Wizarding World would have as many discriminatory problems as werewolves, so Remus and our main character would make great friends, understanding each other.

It's not said in this chapter , but at this point in time, Remus would be about 18 years old.

Our main character, a cool 414. (Remus born in 1960; Audrey born in 1564.)

Let me know if you like the idea, and I'll write some more.

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August 1978

"Level Four. Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."

Remus glanced up from his copy of The Daily Prophet and sighed.

'Let's get this over with.'

As the lift doors rattled open, he tucked the paper under his arm and hurried out into the untidy corridor. Piled sheets of parchment were thrown haphazardly on the floor and strips of wallpaper had been clawed angrily off of the walls.

With the exception of several paper airplanes swooping overhead, he was completely alone.

He turned a corner and walked through a pair of heavy oak doors, each labeled "Werewolf Support Services."

As he swung open the doors, the unrecognizable stench of wet dog hit his nostrils, making him cringe.

"All right, Remus?" a voice behind him mumbled.

He turned around to meet a wrinkled old face smiling down on him.

"Morning Ravi. Just taking in the lovely aroma." he winked.

Ravi let out a small chuckle and beckoned Remus to follow him down the hall.

He showed him through a second set of oak doors, into another passage and into a small dingy office.

"Take a seat, Lupin." said Ravi, walking casually behind a beat up desk, to a set of bookcases pushed up against the wall. He scanned the shelves, brushing his fingers across hundreds of disarranged files, until he came to rest on a particularly bulky folder.

Remus, meanwhile, squeezed himself into a tiny chair at the foot of the desk and began to drum his fingers on his thigh, already impatient to leave.

"Here we are." Ravi muttered to himself, leaning up against the cabinet.

Remus' eyes shifted anxiously around the room, as Ravi rambled various dates written on the inside of the file.

"...And it seems you haven't updated us for about three months now. Any reason behind that?"

"I've been busy." Remus mumbled apologetically. "Getting to grips with the real world after school and all."

Ravi nodded, understanding.

"How is that going? Living arrangements under control and all? Any job offers?"

Remus sighed. It isn't particularly easy to blend into a normal career with a vicious case of lycanthropy rumbling through your system.

"Not exactly, no. But I've been living with my mate Sirius for a while now, until I get my own place."

"And how was your last cycle?" Ravi asked, not looking up from the folder.

Remus clicked his tongue in irritation. "As good as it can be, I guess."

"Better since you've raised your intake of Wolfsbane?"

"Sure."

Ravi lifted his head up and sighed. "And the pain?"

"As lovely as ever."

Ravi pulled out another small chair from behind the desk and took a seat.

"Alright. I'll let you go, Remus. But I want an owl from you telling me of any jobs you are considering. I'll put in a good word for you."

"Thanks Rav." Remus unjammed himself from the chair and rushed out of the room.

'What an utter waste of time.' Remus thought to himself, jabbing impatiently at the down button to the lift. The elevator clattered into view and he hurried inside.

It was ludicrous, forcing werewolves to come down to the Ministry each month to check in on their condition. 'As if we didn't feel miserable enough, we have to recap our problems.'

But Ravi knew Remus enough to take it easy on him, to just ask a few basic questions and leave it at that.

The gate of the lift was just about to close shut until a petite hand thrust itself underneath it and flung it back up again.

A slender, pale witch hurled herself into the compartment, slamming the gate down with a crash.

"Hmph." He heard her growl and she stamped her foot angrily on the ground.

Remus dared not look at her, afraid she'd begin to go off on some sort of rant.

She did anyway.

"Ha! Non-wizard-part-human, can you believe that bollocks?!"

He glanced over at her, a confused grin spread across his face. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Sorry?"

She swung her head over to look at him and he finally caught a glimpse of her eyes.

They were an intense green that seemed to burn like flame. They looked even more ominous against her pallid skin, which seemed almost like marble in the light.

"Vampires. Non-wizards. Complete bollocks. Non wizard, let me tell you. I could hex half of the Wizengamot from here to Sunday and they wouldn't know what hit them!"

Remus could feel his mouth hanging agape, but he couldn't seem to close it.

His eyes moved slowly across her face, her short brown hair tickling over her ears, little waves that barely touched the edge of her collar.

"Vampire?"

She nodded vigorously. "Yeah, you know." She lifted her top lip enough to expose two large fangs brushing the top of her tongue.

Remus could only nod. He'd never seen a proper vampire before, although he was well aware of their existence in the wizarding world. It was true they weren't really considered wizards, but wild beasts, like werewolves, that usually only resided in ominous locations like The Forbidden Forest.

"It's absurd," she continued, her arms crossed in front of her. "I can perform magic just as well as any of them. I was practicing spells before their grandparents were born!"

She let out a deep breath and lowered her arms. Turning back to face the front gate of the lift, she let out a small laugh.

"Sorry about that. I had to get it out of my system."

"It's alright." said Remus, grinning. "I know what it's like to be discriminated against."

At that, she spun back towards him again, confused.

"Werewolf." he muttered, pointing at his chest. Her eyes lit up like torches.

"Really?! That's amazing."

A powerful emotion had risen in his chest as she looked up excitedly at him. No one had ever taken a genuine interest in his condition without an obvious fear lurking behind their eyes. She was dangerous too, and she understood.

"Does it hurt?"

There was a sudden silence in the lift as he searched anxiously in her eyes, trying to find an honest answer to her question.

"Sometimes."

She searched down at her feet and nodded slowly, understanding.

"Yeah, me too."

"The Atrium."

The cool female voice erupted in the lift, startling both of them.

The doors slid open and they stepped out into a bustling Atrium. Wizards poured out of the fireplaces along the walls and were lining up to get past Eric, the security guard and onto the elevator.

Remus walked at a brisk pace with the young vampire, eager to keep up.

As they passed the golden fountain, her eyes shot up to him and seemed to smile.

"What's your name, werewolf?"

His tongue seemed to flop around lazily in his mouth, as if she had put him under some sort of trance.

"Remus."

She giggled and her hand shot up and wrapped around his own.

"Audrey."

It was his turn to be bold and he could feel his forehead begin to sweat nervously.

"Well Miss Audrey, how would like to join me for a bite to eat?"

As soon as the words issued from his mouth, his eyes grew wide in panic.

"That...that is...if you...eat...food."

At this, she let out a roaring laugh.

"For you, doll. I would."

She laced her arm into his and let him out into the clouded streets of London.