This was originally written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition back in July 2015 (Season 3, Round 8 – Next Gen Lovin') and my judge said it could've worked better as a multichapter fic, so I decided to rewrite it. The original version of the story can be found in my QL collection under a name 'Crossing Out of Dreams and Wishes'.
Warning: Rated T for vampires, Vampire!Louis, Hunter!Victoire, passing mentions of other Harry Potter characters, character death, OCs, some blood, Post-War/Next-Gen, slight Louis x OC, and grammar errors.
Crossing Out
I can perfectly well understand why vampires are hunted. Yes, I know it's not the Dark Ages anymore. Call me a racist if you want but these facts are based on the first hand experiences. So calm your tits.
These leeches, vampires, are hunted because werewolves, as much of a stain of humankind they are, can be more easily controlled. They turn monthly but thanks to the Wolfsbane Potion they can be… tamed. Instead of monsters they become more like domestic housedogs. It's humiliating but more humane than rampaging with a half a brain. Pardon my lack of better expression here. Vampires, on the other hand, can give in to their bloodlust any moment, which makes them twice as dangerous.
But now hear me out and don't get me wrong. I have nothing against vampires.
I love those bloodsucking creatures of night with their razor sharp fangs and rake-like nails and eerily glowing eyes and expanded life spans. They can be triggered by the tiniest drop of blood, turning them into ruthless, raving, killing machines. That's what's been happening these past decades. Vampires went rogue. Damn, I like that expression. There's been more kills made by vampires since the sixties.
The Ministry of Magic became worried that soon the existence of magical world would be exposed to the muggles because of the increased numbers of vampires. Of course there were other creatures that made their way on the Ministry's black list but it was vampires that made those dusty officials to get up from their desks and do something to stop them.
The Beast Hunting Division was made of Aurors willing to hunt dangerous magical creatures so the magical world could remain hidden from the non-magical folk. Most of these vampires had been muggles themselves, and they didn't realize they were being hunted down. They aren't really the most socializing bunch. Sure, they live in groups – nests, to be exact – of six to ten vampires each but that's it.
Every once in a while vampires who before being turned have been witches or wizards appear. They don't have magic, not real kind of magic anyway. Magic needs a living body to flow and surface and vampires are not practically speaking alive so they're kind of useless. Even though they're shunned by the magical folk, just like werewolves, they rarely turn their backs to the wizarding world but when they do – now we got to the main point – they're a threat.
They know they're being hunted so they like to keep a low profile. Form a nest, find a mate, hunt humans or animals but never kill, and move as often they can. But sometimes a vampire can cave in to the bloodlust and get noticed. The whole nest can get wiped out by Aurors. Remember me mentioning how magical-born vampires are a threat? That culminates when a vampire survives an Auror attack. They never forget the scent of who murdered their family. They won't rest until they get their revenge. Blood for blood mentality, but not always.
That's how we get to me. My name's Louis. I'm an abomination, also known as a vampire. Hello.