Hey everyone. The first chapter of this story was brought to you by Pop Figure Collection, Herbology Hangout, and Sophie's Smut (Or Not, As It Were) on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For Pop Figure Collection I wrote for the last prompt of Elektra which was the Red and Black Suit - (being) Vampire prompt. For Herbology Hangout I wrote for the trope of Everyone is Gay. For Sophie's Smut (Or Not, As It Were) I wrote for word prompt number 3. Bulge. Warning for mentions of character death, cheating, and slight gore. I hope you all enjoy the first chapter of Baby I'm Prowling (For You).

Oliver Wood could see the wedding announcement in the Daily Prophet as though he was still holding the paper in front of him. It had been Percy Weasley's, his ex-boyfriend, wedding announcement to his fiancee Audrey. It had shocked all their friends when Percy had left Oliver and for a woman at that. But what hurt the most was that Percy didn't even give him any hints that he'd been seeing a woman on the side.

Walking into the dance club he walked up to the bar and waved over the bar. The bar tender wasn't a bad looking bloke by any person's standard. He was a tall muscular man with dark hair and dark eyes. He looked familiar to Oliver but he couldn't quite put his finger on were he knew the man from. He waved the bar tender over wanting to forget everything.

"What can I get, sexy?" the bar tender asked eyeing Oliver like he was piece of candy.

"The strongest liquor you've got behind this bar," Oliver replied sadly as plopped down onto the bar stool, "and keep them coming. Money's not a problem."

Watching the smirking bar tender walk off to fill his order Oliver let the music wash over him. The pumping of the sound system pounding in his veins. Any man in this bar would want to go home with him and he knew that for a fact. He could see several of the men looking him up and down.

"You're drink," the bartender said handing him a shot glass of liquid. He squinted and looked at Oliver closer. "You're that Quidditch player. Right? Oliver Wood?"

Oliver nodded as he knocked back the shot in his hand. "I am," he said. "You a fan or something like that?" He indicated that he wanted another drink.

"You could say that," the bartender said as he filled the drink that Oliver asked for. "I read about you're ex getting married to some girl he'd been seeing on the side. I'm sorry about to hear about that."

"Thanks," Oliver muttered slamming back the next drink indicating again he wanted another one.

He can see happy couples dancing with each other and felt the jealousy creep up into his very heart. George and Seamus smiled and waved at him as they walked past. He could see Harry and Draco making out over in a corner of the bar. Feeling a shot glass be placed in his hand he slammed back yet another drink.

"Maybe I should just leave the bottle," the bartender joked.

"You sound really familiar," he slurred out having drunk about half the bottle by this point. "Did you ever go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"

The smirked and nodded.

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Oliver woke up in his own bed the light from the sun blinding him as he threw his arm over his face. His head was pounding as though the music from the club was pounding through his brain still. He turned over to find his pillow covered in blood.

"What the hell?" he asked himself.

He blinked in confusion just then realizing that he was actually in his own bed. He was in his own bed and his pillow was covered in blood. He didn't even know how he got home last night. Let alone how his pillow got covered in blood. He jumped out of bed and walked over to the note taped to his bedroom door.

Oliver,

I left something for you in fridge. Drink it. You'll thank me for this later when you aren't really dead.

You Know Who

Oliver didn't know who had left that note but he pulled on a tee shirt and made his way down the stairs to his kitchen. He wished that he could remember at least some of what happened last night. The last thing he remembered was asking the bartender if he went to Hogwarts and that was it.

Opening the fridge upon reaching it he found a concoction that looked something like pomegranate juice. Taking it out of the fridge Oliver chugged it down not thinking anything about it. If he'd had any sort of memory of last night he surely wouldn't have drank the concoction. He'd split it down the drain and taken his death like a man. But he didn't remember.

Groan as a wave of nausea came at him he raced into the nearest bathroom wishing he hadn't chugged that drink down like that. Retching up his guts Oliver couldn't help but wonder why it felt like there was nothing in his stomach. Spitting the bile that rose from his throat into the toilet bowl he stood up and flushed. Wiping his mouth off he decided he'd head back to bed. If he wasn't feeling better in a bit he'd go to St. Mungos and get checked out.

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Percy Weasley knocked on the door to his ex-boyfriend's house hoping that Oliver wouldn't be to mad that he'd come over. He just wanted to talk to Oliver again. To see his face. He hadn't meant for what happened to happen. He'd gotten drunk at Charlie's engagement party and things had happened between him and one of the strippers. His parents were the ones making him marry Audrey.

"Oliver," Percy called, "are you here?"

Not getting an answer Percy checked the spot that they usually left their extra key when they were both out and need someone to water the plants. Finding the key he unlocked and open the door. Something seemed off to Percy. The house seemed much more darker than it used to be and the feeling got worse as he went up the stairs.

"Oliver," Percy called out in concern, "are you alright, love?"

Oliver heard the groan come from the room he and Oliver used to share. Racing into the room he didn't know what he was expecting to find. But it sure as hell wasn't a bulge under the blankets that was human shaped. Or the blood soaked pillows on Oliver's bed.

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Oliver should have known something was terribly wrong when he could smell Percy before the other man could even say a word. He groaned again and tried to sit up.

"Oliver," Percy gasped as he sat down on the edge of the bed that they'd shared for years, "what happened?"

Oliver didn't know how answer Percy. But he suspected something more insidious was happening. Something he should have suspected when the bartender had first smirked at him.

"I don't know, Perce," he whispered confused. "All I remember was being at a bar and the bartender seeming so familiar. I don't know."

Percy moved forward making Oliver jump back. It wasn't that Oliver wouldn't kill to be held by Percy again. No. He'd give anything for that to happen. The fact that had him jumping away was he could smell the blood pumping through Percy's veins. His eyes widened in fear as the smell of Percy's blood brought on a hunger Oliver had never felt before.

"Get out," he screamed as he felt his teeth elongate into fangs. "Get out!"

A strangled sob left his mouth as he watched Percy race from the room. He blamed himself for this. For not being able to handle the news of Percy's engagement. For being a dunderhead and getting drunk off his behind last night. And most of all for being weak enough to be taken advantage of by that bartender.

The bartender, Oliver thought as he jumped out of bed and quickly dressed. He find the bartender and ask him to explain what the hell happened last night. Perhaps the other man knew how he'd gotten home and most of all how he'd become a vampire.

I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of Baby I'm Prowling (For You).