SUMMARY: Ava, a cold blooded and snarky young vampire, plans revenge for her dwindling vampiric lineage to wipe out the Ministry from the inside by going to Hogwarts and ... by using the infamous Harry Potter.


In amidst all the hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley, I wiped the blood off my mouth. The satisfaction from a delicious meal heightened my senses of excitement. My heart was thumping loudly from the sudden rush of nutrition and my ears were ringing in response to my first official human kill. The taste of rich, metallic blood filled my senses full of pleasure. Feeling my canines protruding outside my lips, I quickly breathed a deep breath and calmed myself to retract them. The body that I dragged into this dark corner laid still. I stood in the darkness and looked around to see if I attracted any attention, preparing to transform and escape if needed.

Feeling relieved, I looked at the envelope that I was holding, now slightly bloodstained. On the envelope, it wrote "To: Ava Bloomsworthy." I raised one of my eyebrows at the homely new name I was going to use from now on. I carelessly ripped open the envelope open and skimmed the two pages of letter. The first letter had the congratulatory message of acceptance into Hogwarts, which I immediately threw behind me. The second letter, which I assumed was kind of important; it was a list of school supplies for the first years.

"A robes, hat, gloves, cloak – oh I have this already – a bunch of books, wands, potions stuff…and a pet?" I muttered in annoyance, thinking whether to either steal the supplies or try pick pocketing. Not that it really mattered to me.

Scanning the busy alleyway, I clicked my tongue in disgust at the noisy kids that put their snot-nosed faces against the window that held the Nimbus 2000. The thought of even using a broom was ridiculous, as we are originally flying creatures of the night. As I sighed with relief that no broom was required for school, I heard a hearty laugh of a man's name in front of Ollivanders Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 BC.

"Lucius! How are you?" boomed a rather large man with a fairly flushed face.

"I'm fine, thank you," said a very clean but stern looking blonde man. His cane looked like it was worth hundreds of galleons if I ever managed to sell it in Knockturn Alley.

A rather genius idea popped into my head as I tried to suppressed my grin and tried to make myself busy window shopping, and not staring blatantly at this rich looking Lucius man.

I fixed my black cloak over my exposed pale skin and pulled my hood back up. As I approach Ollivander's shop entrance where Lucius stood talking, I turned my left hand into a claw and casually bumped shoulders with him. The moments where Lucius was recovering from the shock of the impact, I quickly sliced the string holding his money pouch and caught it. With a satisfying smirk at the weight of the pouch and a quick mutter of "I'm sorry," I quickly entered the shop.

Every vampire is animagus, so of course turning a limb is as easy as cracking a knuckle. I remember the dozens of times I was scolded by my parents to not needlessly transform at the dinner table. A sad pang shot through my heart, but I quickly dismissed it and mentally reminded myself of the current mission. I opened the stolen pouch and lost count at over a hundred galleons. Feeling pretty proud of myself, I began wandering down the aisles of dusty boxes wands. The place was even smaller than what it looked like from the outside. Possibly even dustier. Debating if I should go to another wand shop, I covered my nose with part of my cloak to act as some sort of air filter. Suddenly, an excited old man on a ladder slid to my aisle right in front of me.

"Why, hello there little one. First wand?" Ollivanders said, beaming down at me.

You may have known that vampires age incredibly slower than humans, so while I am actually 50 years old, I probably look like I'm 10 years old. This old man probably thought so too, which could probably work in my favor too.

I pulled down my hood to reveal my face and tried to widen my grey eyes for an innocent look. I felt my long black hair fall down just above my waist and caught a glimpse of my very pale thin arms shining under the candlelight. Nobody would have doubted if I were to say I was a pureblood.

"My my, young miss. What a dainty little sweetheart you are! Hmm…what do you say about this unicorn core, and maybe hazel…or cypress wood? Yes yes, cypress would possibly suit you well, young lady," said Ollivander, pulling out boxes of wands.

I absentmindedly clicked my tongue in annoyance. I expected a quick trip in this wand shopping business. Suddenly, a loud rustle was heard at the end of the aisle. Ollivanders finally stopped what he was doing and peered over at the source of the noise. Being confused, I also looked at it. It was a wand box, vibrating violently against the shelf.

"My my, how curious," said Ollivanders. "I wonder…"

Ollivanders picked up the shaking box and opened the lid. Immediately, a sturdy looking wand flew up and stopped right in front of me.

"Well well…. I always say the wands choose the user, but to do this is a first," Ollivanders said, surprised. "Curious…never would have expected temperamental wand such as this one, to choose you."

As if the wand was begging me to hold it, I grasped the wand. A surge of power and familiarity flowed through me, as if the wand belonged to me all along. Sparks of red and blue flew from the tip, and the wand had a gentle vibration and a soft glow of blue hue around it, as if it were welcoming me as its new owner.

"Very curious…hawthorn and dragonheart string. Even Harry Potter, just earlier, was not definitely not compatible with it. In fact, it's not even often for anyone to be successful in completely controlling this type of dangerous wand. Very curious…very curious, young lady."

I was surprised to hear that because it was absolutely contrary to what I was feeling. The wand yielded completely to my control and felt docile, yet very strong, under my grip. I felt like I could accomplish anything…possibly even going directly to the Ministry right now…

"I'll take this one," I said, trying to give my sweetest smile while not trying to reveal any of my sinister plans on my expression.

"Be careful, young lady…" Ollivanders said, as if he was unsure if he should give a wand as such to me. "That'll…be 7 galleons."

I gave him exactly 7 galleons and quickly left the shop. I took out my list again; next is robes.

Nearby spotting Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, I entered. Madam Malkin immediately greeted me and clasped my hands with hers, as if she has never seen such a precious thing.

"Oh my dear, Hogwarts too?" she said, before I could say anything. "Got all the lot here – let me go help find something for you dear. Just go ahead and walk straight to the back of the shop first."

In the back of the shop, a boy with a sharp, pale face blonde stood on a footstool as he was fitted into his black robes. Another messy hair boy with glasses stood on another footstool, getting fitted as well. Groaning inwardly, I sat on an available footstool, waiting for Madam Malkin to come back.

"Hello," said the blond boy, "Hogwarts, too?"

The boy with glasses nodded.

"I'm Harry…Harry Potter," Harry said.

I did not want to join this conversation.

"I'm Draco. So it's the infamous Harry Potter. Well, I suppose you have the Nimbus 2000 already, haven't you? I'll have my father get it for me, I'll smuggle it if I need to," said Draco, matter-of-factly.

Draco looked at me, and his face brightened up.

"I'm glad it's our own kind that attends this school, I don't really think they should let the other sort in–"

I raised my eyebrow. Our own kind? Surely he was not a vampire as well...?

"Here you are deary. it was a challenge to find a pair of your petite size. Now boys, off you go. This room is now occupied for witches," Madam Malkin said, excited to dress me up.

The boys hopped off the footstool and started to leave the shop. Draco, however, looked back and smiled at me, as if we were friends already.

As he turned away, I made a face of disgust. Same kind huh? He probably meant purebloods amongst wizards. He sure looked like one of those. His blood would probably taste wonderful. Just wait until he finds out what I really am…

After Madam Malkin finished her pinning, I gave her the galleons and was off to buy my next set of supplies: books and potions equipment.

I quickly got all the books at Flourish and Blotts, and then to the nearby Apothecary. After paying for my basic potions supplies, I asked where I could find human blood.

"Human blood? I say…you're not going to find that kind of stuff unless you're in Knockturn Alley," he replied, "I wouldn't be too curious if I were you little lady."

While thinking of ways to get blood during school, I subconsciously wandered to shop called Eeylops Owl Emporium. Let me tell you, owls contrary to muggle belief, are one of the most conspicuous and dumb nighttime fliers. It's a surprise that they actually get their prey. That would say something about the prey though…

Feeling distasteful about getting a pet, I randomly picked a strong looking bird that had a very sharp looking beak and claws, paid, and hurried to finish my shopping.


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