Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or thing on here except for Eve and the vampires I made up.
A/N: I know I already have a HP story but I got an idea for a new one. For those who like my first one do not worry, I will be writing that one too but for those who didn't like my first one maybe you will find this one much more interesting…………
Chapter 1: Eve
My life has never been easy…….. My father left my mother and me in the streets to starve when I was 8 years of age, then my mother died when I was almost 13 years old.
At the age of 11 I was called to attend school at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry but my mother didn't have enough money to buy all the things I needed so I never went. But that was years ago. I have practiced my powers all those years when I was born. My mother taught me very well. My father despised being a wizard and never practiced his magic. I hated him very much.
I am almost 17 years old now. I was born on Halloween, my favorite holiday like all witches and wizards. The night when I turned 16 everything changed.
I came home that night, holding a bag of meat and in a sack, a couple of fruits and vegetables from the market who new me and my mother and gave us good food when it was a special occasion. When I was walking towards the alley where I and my mother sleep at I heard a scream. It was my mother. I ran towards the alley, dropping the food in my hands to the floor. When I stopped in the entrance of the alley, my mother was laying on the ground at the end of the alley motionless. Three hooded men stood above her. I took out my wand. "Move away from my mum!" I screamed. The hooded men looked up and before I could even yell a curse out from my mouth they were in front of me. Two of them had one of my arms in each of they're hands. They got me to drop my wand. The last of them walked casually up to me. I bet that was they're leader. I glared at him; my purplish eyes were clouded with rage. I could see him grin under his black cloak, his glowing dark eyes looking me up and down. His grin changed into a smile as I struggled in the other two men's grasps. When I looked at his smile I saw two sharp fangs that made me gasp. I struggled even harder. The one standing in front of me laughed at my struggle. That made me even angrier; my rage was over whelming me now. I jumped up and kicked him as hard as I could with my boot that I wore on the side of his face. He staggered back putting a hand on where I hit him, when he drew it back there was blood. I saw his smile fade away and then anger came to his eyes. I wasn't afraid of dying. I would rather die than stay alive without my mother. His anger disappeared from his eyes and his grin came to his face.
"What do you think boys……. Should we make this wench one of us?" He asked the two who were holding me. They both yelled they're agreement. I struggled even harder and started cursing at the leader. My rage has over whelmed me now. My anger showing in my eyes. I wanted to die not become one of them. I struggled even harder. After a while the leader got annoyed because he couldn't get to my neck. "Would you stop movin' and let me get to your neck!" He yelled at me. I laughed a harsh laugh. "What makes you fuckin' think I'll let you bite me and make me one of you?" I said. He smirked; "I like 'ya girl. You're nothin' like the others I've killed or made into a vampire, you are strong and you don't even care if you die, and you despise us. You don't want to become one of us which is actually new considering all the girls I've made. You will make a perfect vampire and with your witch craft, a very strong vampire at that but it seems I'll have to do this the hard way since you won't let me do it so easily" and then before I could even notice what he did, he had one hand grabbing hold of my hair, pulling my head back and pulling it to the side so the neck is showing much better. His head went down and I felt a sharp pain in my neck and then all was black.
When I woke up I was in a bedroom, a fancy bedroom only the rich can afford. I was in a black silk dress. I was dizzy, nauseated, and my neck hurt like hell. I staggered to a mirror standing over a dresser drawer, when I looked in the mirror at first I couldn't recognize myself but then when I got my focus cleared I gasped. My short, wavy black hair was straight and middle length. My skin as pale as chalk, and then I noticed when I took a gasp I didn't take in any air and I didn't feel my pulse at all. Holy shit! I'm fuckin' dead! But…………How? I thought to myself. I didn't remember anything of what I did or what happened that night. My neck was killing me so badly. I moved my hair back and moved my hands over where my neck hurt; I felt two small marks where my fingers brushed over my neck. I looked in the mirror and saw two bite marks. I couldn't believe in what I saw. I staggered backwards bumping into a chest and sat on top of it, still couldn't take in what I saw.
"So my dear, how did you sleep?" a mans voice asked. I turned around toward where the I heard the voice. He was a young man who looked like he was in his late 20's, his short brown hair bringing out his blue eyes. He smiled at me. I remember that smile from somewhere but I didn't remember where then the scene of what happened last night appeared in my head; his two friends and him over my mother, her motionless body on the ground. His two friends holding me while he came up to me and took away my life and making me into one of them. I got off of the chest and stood in front of him. My rage coming back to me.
"Ah, I see you remember last night. Oh well, it will not help you survive as a vampire, wait, it will actually." He laughed at that, his laugh giving me goose bumps.
"Screw you. I don't fuckin' care if I live or die" I spat at him. He looked at me, his laugh dieing from his voice.
"Well then, that might be a problem. I wish for you to live" he said casually.
"I don't fuckin' care if you do or not. You're the one who made me what I am, I might as well die than be cursed to be something like you" I said coldly.
"tisk, tisk. That's such a shame now, but I don't fuckin' care if you care of dieing. I made you and for that I can do with you what I please and what I want is that you learn to live your fuckin' life like a vampire" he said and then he grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the door; "and by the way, my name is Armond."
He taught me how to hunt and so forth. I paid attention and I always wondered why I did. I became his favorite child that he has ever made. I learned how to fight better. With weapons as well.
After a year with that bastard I decided to leave him without telling him since he would blow up and make sure I stayed.
Before my 17th birthday I left him before dawn approached. I grabbed my black cloak with all my belongings. My clothes were all pants and shirts. I hate dresses and skirts, they're very uncomfortable. I had a lot of black of course and some dark colored shirts but that was all. I ran to the fire place and got some floo powder that she got from a witch who was passing by one day. She went to an empty room where a fire place was and looked around to make sure no one was around and yelled out "HOGWARTS" and then when she opened her eyes she saw an old man with a long beard and long hair the color of silver it seemed from the shine of the light. His purple robe with a gold trim on it. His half moon glasses on the end of his nose. He was reading a book. He looked up to see who it was from his fireplace. He smiled and asked kindly in his old wearied voice "hello miss. How may I help you?"
"Um………….. Well I wanted to know if I could still attend school even though I am almost 17 years old" I said awkwardly. He only smiled, "well then, may I ask who you might be? I am Professor Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School."
"Well I'm Eve Johnson. I was asked to attend here when I was almost 11 years old and well……"
"Ah yes. I remember. But I thought you were dead when I heard the muggle police found your mother in an alley last year" the Headmaster said.
"Yea, well, my mum was killed by vampires and they're lovely leader decided to um……."
"Make you one of them" he finished. "Well no matter. I am glad you are here. I know your mother was teaching you witch craft and all of the subjects during those years when you two were cast in the streets. I will make sure that you get your own room and that you get your need fed whenever you need to." The Professor said.
I was happy that I could stay here. "thank you Professor" I said.
"Eve would you like to eat before I show you around the school and to your sleeping quarters? We are just about to start dinner, would you like to join us?"
"Why of course. I haven't had a decent meal in ages it seems," and with that the Professor escorted me down to the Great Hall where all the students await to be served their dinner.