For those who are interested. I had originally several ideas about a Harry Potter-underworld/ vampire-universe crossover.

This was one of the other potential candidates.

Another involved Selene Potter making her vicious return to an England that was totally not prepared for her (wrong-girl-who-lived, but with the Potters and Dumbledore far less to blame than in most stories) due to the cup. She would have been being far more interested in turning Hogwards into a recruiting ground for future vampires and servants, then she is interested in saving (or destroying magical Britain). Furthermore by that point she would have saved Amelia from Lucian's lycans so we would have left canon-underworld ground very soon. Incidentally the books from a third-rate writer in the mental-department from the magical hospital would have left most the English magical population horribly unprepared for a meeting with a cunning and blood-drinking vampire. On the contrary Kruml and the other Bulgarians would have been very well aware, so this would have led to some Humour due to Selene having realised that rather well.

Or you had the path in which I abandoned the underworld route all together and would have introduced Koré Potter who would happen to be the Human servant from Elisabeth Bathory after the Dursleys happened to lose her upon a Gypsy-fair. Don't ask why they were there, instead try to imagine what would happen once Dumbledore tries to break that news gently to the order. (yes, another wrong-girl-who-lived, but sincerely try to imagine Dumbledore attempting to explain that Molly, or the other Potters and Sirius whilst he trusted the Dursleys with her).

In the current idea I would have stayed far closer to the canon qua universe. Although you'll notice quickly enough that Ceres is far more vicious, intelligent and calculating than Harry ever was or would be. Having lived through several confrontations which had her completely out-muscled, out-skilled, out-numbered and out-gunned she would be becoming a slytherin to the core and would have enjoyed that very much. Part of the idea was mostly a relative lighthearted, humorous concept: having a vampire Ceres constantly engaged in a battle of wits to outsmart Dumbledore, Fudge and Umbridge whilst she simultaneously attempts to build her own harem/ coven by turning willing witches into vampires and human servants. All of this with a healthy dose of Sirius and Fleur trying to interject their own ideas with Ceres "madness"(Sirius is a Black and Fleur is [technically] a magical semi-human being, both would know she is a vampire from the moment they laid eyes upon her). Unfortunately the intro would have been far more grim than the rest of the story, and this is part of the reason which made me pick Hera over Ceres.

Lastly a warning, in this chapter there is an attempted (!) rape.


Hogwarts's Coven

The girl moved silently through the corridor of the maze. Her back was only inches from the wall and that was not merely metaphorical considering the leaves, branches and thorns which had left their marks upon the worn-out jersey. Her breathing was shallow and fast and she moved forward with her wand at the ready. She was all alone, in the meaning that nobody would or could help her anymore, a feeling she was getting year after frustrating year, more familiar with.

Her breathing became louder, unfortunately, feeling alone was something completely different of actually being alone. How she wished the last was now the case.

The maze was a death-trap in every sense of the world. A sfinx, a monster know to rip people to shreds for failing to answer a riddle, skrewts, acromantulas and only Hagrid knew what else, two males each at least three years older than herself and she had already found one of these putting the only other female contestant in a full paralysation. After Kruml had ran off, (she had no idea why he did that after he had recognised her, she knew he was a better trained and more experienced duellist then herself, damn Hogwarts for that gaping hole in her skills.) she had dragged Fleur away of what might have turned out to be a man/ veela-eating bush and had tried to revive her. Unable to remove the spell, she had done the only thing remaining. Shooting sparks in the air so that one of the teachers would come take the French girl to safety.

She sincerely wondered what had been wrong with her for not taking that opportunity to get out of the tournament as well. Most likely adrenaline she suspected, the rush after chasing the greatest seeker in the world away.

It was quite obvious why she wore the red and gold of Gryffindor and not the blue and bronze of Ravenclaw or the green and silver from Slytherin.

For the love of God, she had been forced into a tournament that been abandoned due to the even to wizards unacceptable high death toll. Her first task had her literally being pushed into an arena to face an angry, nesting mother dragon. The second had her best friend and former best friend kidnapped and dumped into the Black Lake, with the threat of being lost forever if she failed to get them in time and the third, well things weren't exactly looking up. Tournament for improving international cooperation, her ass!

Suddenly she felt a chill in the air. She paused for a moment, taking a deep a breath before she crossed the next corner and growled, her anger drowning out the fear and cold.

A tall cloaked figure stood in front of her, his face hidden by the large hood but his breathing was loud, almost like a growl.

Grabbing a hold of her favourite memory, (Hermione hugging her after the girl awoke from her petrifaction, ) Ceres casted her Patronus. An inner warmth seemed to fill Ceres instantly. The silver stag stood still for a moment, strong and prideful, the antlers upon its head high in the air. Then Prongs lowered his head, Ceres couldn't help but smile when the majestic animal seemed to scrape one of its hind legs across the ground. Then the silver creature charged forward. The hooded figure had stared at the animal for a few moments, taking a step backwards when it prepared to charge.

Ceres realised something was wrong when she saw the figure extend his arms towards Prongs.

He was preparing to catch it!

Prongs charged forward either unaware of the actions of the unknown figure or simply not caring about it. The antlers connected with a pair of pale skinned, long nailed hands which appeared from the sleeves of the black coat. The figure took another step back due to Prong's impact, then before the surprised Ceres could call him back, the stag seemed to shimmer away, leaving nothing but mist swirls behind which faded away after another few seconds.

"Prongs?" Ceres whispered taken aback, but still pointing her wand at the hooded figure. "Who or what are you?"

"I am," the figure began, not finishing his sentence before he raced towards her. "Andrei."

He was fast, even inhumanly so, Ceres had no time for more than one spell.

Casting a stabbing-spell, a red beam shot from her wand towards his chest. However Andrei's speed was no less than his reflexes and the moment the red flash shot from her wand, his foot pushed himself off the ground to the right, making the curse fly past him.

Then he had reached her and Ceres felt his hand slam against her chest with enough force to imitate a sledgehammer or even a veritable battering ram.

She felt her back hit the ground and the back of her head followed less than a moment later.

For a moment unable to think properly, she scrambled up slowly, all the while shaking her head to make the mist inside of her skull disappear.

She was still upon hands and knees when her mind had cleaned up enough to realise her assailant was calmly walking towards her and she was wandless!

Feeling the panic erupting inside of her, she looked around her rapidly, frantically trying to find her wand.

Her assailant noticed her motions and paused for a moment, showing her a large, cruel smile which revealed a set of small but noticeable fangs.

Another chill crawled down her spine.

"A Vampire." She whispered, somehow feeling even more afraid. She had no trouble recalling her last meeting with one of the grand monsters. Lupos had nearly killed her several times and the man, well technically wolf hadn't even meant to. What was next? A cowardly lunatic returning something he could never hope to control from the dead?

Noticing her wand behind her, she turned her head towards the vampire for another quick glance.

The vampire shot her an even bigger and crueller smile in reply and Ceres turned around, running as fast she could.

Ten feet, nine feet, eight, she could already imagine the vampire behind her, seven, she lunged forward towards her wand. A hard push made fall upon her belly and she felt a hand press her even harder against the earth. She had her wand though, then the hand which pressed her down was replaced with a knee. A moment later her wand had been plucked from her hand.

Feeling the pressure upon her back lighten, Ceres crawled up, resting up hands and knees, which made the vampire's smirk even broader.

Ceres turned around just in time to see him push her wand down his wrist holster!

A slap of the vampires hand threw her sideways, scarcely a feet from the hedges, laying upon her back. One hand between her breasts and one knee between her thighs to stop her from closing her legs. Ceres was panicking, there was no other word for her current feelings but terror. She wasn't thinking, just acting instinctively, she tried desperately to push and kick him away, to put her nails in his eyes and scratch his face open, all the while hissing like a angry cat. The vampire ignored all attempts to dislodge him from her, instead his spare hand went to the hem of her jersey and the shirt underneath it. Grabbing a hold of both, the vampire gave it a hard tug and a diagonal tear tore Ceres's clothing open. Ceres ignored her first reflex which was to protect what remained off her modesty and instead fought even harder, growing all the wilder.

Tearing her nails through the skin of his cheek, the vampire gave an annoyed growl.

Grabbing her wrist with his second hand the vampire pushed the hand down whilst forcing the second hand down with his elbow. His now freed hand grabbed the textile upon her left shoulder and tore it apart, baring the flesh of her shoulder and neck.

Grabbing a hold of her hair, Andrei forced Ceres to place her head upon her right shoulder.

For a moment he stared down upon the struggling girl, his face filled with a grim satisfaction, then he opened his mouth and bit down at the point where her neck turned into her shoulder.

A red hot wave flood over her and for a moment her resistance became even more fierce, then it began faltering. Time after time the fangs penetrated her skin.

She felt the red hot liquid which was her blood pour out of the wound over her shoulder and gradually a feeling of apathy started to wear down her instinct to fight.

Feeling the slacking of her resistance the vampire allowed himself to lose most of himself in his ecstasy to drink her blood.

Ceres' panic had ebbed away, but her desire to save herself hadn't yet.

She wasn't scratching anymore, instead she had grabbed his wrist and tried to push him away.

Andrei ignored her hand closing around his wrist. Instead he focused upon the taste of her blood and the feeling of her smooth stomach beneath his hand, slowly reaching lower.


Ceres shot up and opened her eyes, jumping out of her bed she raced towards mirror.

She grabbed a holt of the hem of her shirt at her shoulder and pulled it down, exposing the skin from her shoulder. She recognised the numerous little scars where the vampire's fangs had ravaged the flesh of her collarbone instantly. Her breathing was fast and shallow, placing both her hands next to the sides of the mirror, she tried slow her breath down, calming herself.

Looking in the mirror she saw a small, pale skinned girl stare back at her with bright green eyes. The girl had thick, dark hair which reached until just past her shoulders. It's length a necessity since it turned her otherwise messy and sheer untameable hair in a more manageable and rather beautiful cascade of ink. She had a slender, even petite figure which was further adorned with subtle muscles and softer roundings. Her breasts weren't overly large, but they were firm and perky. Even so most of her body was currently hidden underneath a shirt that had obviously been meant for a male who had been at least a full foot taller than her and possible four times as heavy.

Whilst upon her more charitable days, Ceres would call herself rather pretty, she was currently feeling as far off from those days as possible. Her eyes were red and her skin was damp with sweat. She was still shaking from the memory, her hand absentmindedly caressing the visible scars which the vampire had left her.

Behind her a snow-white owl hooted and she turned around. A moment later she felt the familiar weigh of Hedwig upon her shoulder. She smiled when the owl rubbed it's head against the side of her own head.

"Hey girl," she whispered.

"Hoot?"

"That nightmare again."

"Hoot?"

"It's nothing." She whispered. "Just me being a big baby."

"Hoot!" The owl barked angry at her whilst getting into her face.

She reached out towards the owl and rubbed gently the side of it's head.

"Hush girl." She whispered affectionately, an obvious smile upon her lips.

"It was that memory again." she admitted. "The one before Cedric's death, with the vampire."

"Hoot?"

"Yeah, it worries me too."

Still taking quick shallow breaths, Ceres turned around and walked towards her desk. She pushed a few books aside with the back of her hand and reached for a small staple of letters.

She ignored the few quickly scrabbled notes from Ron and the more elaborate, neatly written letters from Hermione. Neither of those two seemed to write anything worth the trouble of actually writing it down, from what she gathered from Hermione's and Sirius' letters the three of them had been ordered to keep quiet about almost everything.

The only useful thing the letters contained were the replies from Hermione when she asked purely school-related matters, like help in trying to raise her Runes from A+ to an E. At times she really wanted to bash her head in with the club from the creature which had leant it's name to the lowest grade for forsaking what quickly turned out one of her favourite courses for divination. Still, she hoped that the damage from that one missed year would stop showing in the near future.

Finally finding the letter she was looking for, Ceres reached for an extraordinary thin piece of parchment which she had read through several times and climbed back into her bed.

Fleur's penmanship was small and neat, not unlike Hermione's in that regard and a far cry from Ron's or her own large and irregular scribbling. However where Hermione wrote each word down in quick and economic fashion, Fleur's letters showed a rather elaborate elegance and it was quite obvious that she had taken her time for each letter upon the parchment and even more importantly that she might have spend years practicing to gain the elegant calligraphy she now displayed. Gabrielle, Fleur's little sister had likewise a rather elegant but much less practiced handwriting in which she made her own small contributions to the letters to her and her sister's saviour.

Bonjour Ceres.

Happy to read you're doing well. I am sorry to hear that you're still locked up in "Durskaban". I would invite you to come over but Bill told me his family plans to ask you over shortly. At your request I asked him when shortly was and he became rather subdued afterwards. Most peculiar indeed. You mentioned that your friends in their letters did the same and I suspect these proceedings are related. However whilst I'd prefer to speak with you about how I am dealing with my freedom now I am released from school, I have far graver news to tell you. As you know I applied for a job at Gringotts recently and in that context I began reading your newspaper the daily prophet (I stand by what I said earlier, it is a horrible, unprofessional rag!). I don't know whether you are unaware of what they are writing but they seem intent on portraying you as an attention-seeking miscreant. Of course, I as well as everyone who ever had the pleasure of meeting you knows this is a grave untruth.

Still, it makes me wonder if anyone, whether it be you or me, when I get to work, who will be safe in England.

Please be careful Ceres!

You saved my life, you saved my sister's life! You are my friend! Each of these three on it's one would be a sufficient cause for that request. The fact that I have three reasons makes it all the more important for me to make that request, so I will repeat it once more. Please be careful, Ceres! Please be safe!

Your friend, Fleur Delacour. & Gabrielle

You cannot imagine how much I like adding the last line.

Ceres smiled when she reread the last name. It was quite obvious that Gabrielle had added herself in as a last-minute-addition, together with her own letter which whilst quite a bit flightier and more cheerful than her sister's was no less heart-warming. Remembering the cute, silver haired future-heartbreaker, she couldn't help but smile a bit broader. It wasn't hard to realise why Fleur dotted on her little sister. Something furthered by the little heart which Gabrielle had added instead of a dot above her I. However it was the former Tri-Wizard-Champion who held the most of her affection from the two siblings.

Ceres could effortless recall the moment she noticed Fleur for the first time. The older girl had at the time been hiding her features behind a shawl, mostly an attempt to stop her allure from interfering with the already nearly non-existent common sense of the present mages. She had seemed little different from the statue of a goddess at the time. Almost impossibly beautiful, a perfect being crafted according to an ideal and not so much a human being. Her visible arrogance and aloof behaviour hadn't helped to endear herself to the population of Hogwarts though. It was only after the second task, after Fleur fell from the pedestal so many had set her upon, that she actually had gotten to know the champion.

For a moment she sat down with the letter in her hands, then she smiled remembering the real introduction from the Veela to the "Little girl". A silver haired bullet which bowled her almost back into the lake whilst she was still half unconscious before kissing her on both her cheeks, smearing these with blood. The Veela had looked most likely worse than she ever had and possibly worse than she ever would again. Fleur's face and limbs had been marred by numerous cuts, her robes had likewise been torn and just like her visible skin had clearly been besmirched with remnants of blood.

"You saved 'er," Fleur had said breathlessly whilst grabbing the younger champion in a tight embrace. "Even though she was not your 'ostage!"

Always a token of eloquence, Ceres hadn't been able to come up with a better reply then a quietly whispered "Yeah" before getting another two kisses.

Then Fleur had turned towards Ron and said, "And you too-you 'elped."

Who had likewise replied "Yeah," but whilst looking extremely hopeful.

She had sympathised completely with Hermione who had looked furious. Ron might have been her second best friend for a long time, but his betrayal before the first task and the elaborations about his role during the second task afterwards had created a distance between him and the remaining two-third of the former golden trio. It stung quite hard that Ron had abandoned her first and then had the gall to do exactly what he had accused her of, cheating and lying for a few minutes of fame. They were still friends, but Hermione and her had quite obviously grown closer whilst Ron had drifted away.

Whilst Ceres and to a lesser amount, Ron had gained another fifteen minutes of fame as result of 'their' rescue of the sister from the Beauxbatons-champion, said Champion's failure had resulted in an equally deep fall from grace. Fleur however had taken said fall with an almost extraordinary resignation and had instead decided to focus upon doing better in the final task in silence.

Fleur wasted no time however in contacting the Girl-who-was-previously-considered-the-underdog-from-the-competition and offering her help apart from a reconfirmation from her gratitude for the rescue of Gabrielle, this time sans kiss.

Neither Ceres nor Hermione was foolish enough to refuse the help from a witch who was not only several years their senior, but who had received a different schooling as well and had frequently ended up among the top of her year. Fleur had indeed ended up teaching them a lot, Flitwick, Babbling and to a lesser amount McGonagall were in for a surprise in that regard.

Still, both parties had been rather pleased with the trade-off, the two younger witches with the lessons (in particular Ceres was overjoyed with her new sparring partner. Hermione had plenty of knowledge, but she was rather lacking when it came down upon thinking upon her feet. Ron was better in that last regard, but his lack of knowledge was a definite drawback. Loyal Neville was too shy to fight back properly. The twins were capable of taxing her in both regards, but they were mostly busy with their OWL's and their own business, so those matches were rare pleasures. Why, oh why had the duelling-club been limited to a single session? Or even better, why was the staff uncommonly vigilant in their desire to prevent the establishment of an Underground Duelling Ring? Sincerely, the twins, Flint, Jordan, Davies, Fawcett, Stebbins, Leanne, Heather, Cedric and that were just the attempts she knew of. All had tried at some time to establish another Duelling Club and had been met with uncommonly harsh denials or even punishment.)

It wasn't like Fleur gained nothing though. Ceres was a capable fighter with good instincts and powerful magic even if she lacked formal training and was more than capable of thinking out of the box, once she set her mind to it. Hermione on the other hand had a for a fourth year baffling capability for research, capable of reducing what might otherwise be hours or even days between the books and bookcases of the Hogwarts-library into a matter of minutes.

Considering how small her own circle of friends had been before the tournament and how much smaller it had become after the second task, Fleur had been happy to accept the guarded friendship of both. Over the next months all three had gradually opened up more to one other, mostly to Ceres though. Both Hermione and Fleur retained a certain wariness towards each others.


It was a couple of hours later when she was woke up brusquely.

Growling Ceres bared her pearly white teeth and glared at the cause of the disruption, before she threw a quick glance at the wristwatch upon her nightstand.

"What!?" She snarled at the horse faced woman in front of her.

"It is half past six." Petunia said snappish whilst staring at the wall next to her niece's face.

"And that means?" Ceres asked her, feeling no need to return anymore courtesy than she had been granted over the years.

"That it is time for someone to be making breakfast for me and my family." Petunia almost spat at Ceres, whilst pulling the curtains open.

Ceres growled, turning her head away from the light which was utterly unwelcome in her room. Something which might have troubled her if she had been more awake and willing to think coherently. However considering she had only slept for a couple of hours, she didn't.

"Than do that and let me sleep!" Ceres growled, now pulling the sheets back over her head and curling further up.

"Listen here, Ceres. I know you aren't allowed to use any magic at home, thus for as long as we allow you in our home, you will obey our rules." Petunia reminded her annoyed, but with an obvious glee for what she considered her winning argument.

Unfortunately for her, Ceres had years of experience arguing with smarter and more devious people than her aunt ever could hope to be. What she had lacked over the years was simply the will and ruthlessness to use her own intelligence for anything more than some back talking. Considering what she had been through at the end of the year and during what some considered "holidays", the idea of being-the-better-person had been firmly banished to the backseat whilst the-intention-of-taking-an-advantage-when-she-could had been put behind the wheel.

"Are you stupid?"Ceres asked her in return, aware that she wouldn't get rid of the sun and return to the bliss of sleep, before her aunt left. "Or simply suffering from an overly selective memory?"

"What?" Petunia whispered at her, somewhat trying to make the whisper threatening. After hearing the clicking of an Acromantula's jaws, the hiss of a basilisk, the rattled breathing sound of a dementor, the howl of werewolves, ... . Well whatever impression the Dursleys believed they could make upon her, they seemed remarkable tame compared to the hate and disgust she felt for them.

"Summer of eleven, Duddley gains a matching pigtail," she said fake-yawning, "twelfth, a floating pie."

"That was a very expensive cake which I had ordered by...," Petunia interjected furiously.

"Don't care. I never tasted it." Ceres yawned again. "age thirteen, I blow up Marge."

She actually smiled at the memory, no matter how shocked she had been at the time. It also helped that it had been two years since the hell-carrots had tried to find every possible joke about her blowing up. It did mystify her that Dursleys had accepted her back though, they remembered what happened so that wasn't what the aurors had done, maybe a mild version of the imperius? Perhaps she should feel a bit more unsettled by the thought, but it were the Dursleys and she couldn't bring herself to care about them.

"Fourteen. The Weasleys blow up your hearth and drop one of their toffees." Ceres recalled with a tedious voice whilst Petunia gained a rather Vernon-like purple colour. She repressed a smirk, it had felt so good to turn the tables upon the twins and repeat every single joke about blowing up, they had imposed upon her.

"Tell me, in all those years, what punishment has the magical world imposed upon me?" Ceres asked her.

"The letter," Petunia began triumphantly before her voice rapidly lost its gusto, "they threatened to send you from school."

"And three years later, I am still here?" Ceres reminded her. "You should have tried informing yourself a bit about the magical world." She added.

"They don't care about none-magical people." Ceres told her. "Just about the mess you cause. In fact quite a few of them wouldn't even call you human, just like centaurs, vampires, goblins, werewolf and all of their ilk."

"Your opinion doesn't matter to them," Ceres continued, "to them you're even less than to me."

Petunia was staring at her niece with anger.

"That's a lie, you got a letter and Lilly," she took a deep breath and corrected herself. "She never dared to try magic at home."

Ceres eyes opened a bit wider at the mention of her mother.

Then she shook her head, considering what little she actually knew about the woman it was hardly surprising.

"Number one student, genius, kind and sweet, always willing to see the good in others, a redhead's temper." She smirked at the last part of the sentence. Now with the addition of an overly large respect for authority, there was undeniable similarity with a certain witch she knew.

Closing her eyes, she decided that the conversation had gone on for long enough.

"I am going back to sleep." She announced. "If you actually believe that the ministry of magic would support you over me, come back in another five minutes, we'll see if I can get away with magic this year. If you're more intelligent than I actually give you credit for, leave me alone and don't wake me up."

Petunia stomped out of the room and after that the hallway, clearly forgetting that both males in the house were still asleep. Ceres gave another growl when she realised that the curtains had retained open and she stood up, closing them again.

Once she laid down again she checked the side of her arm which had been exposed the most to the sunlight. It felt a bit sensitive, the light hadn't hurt her but it hadn't felt as if it agreed with her.

She groaned again. "Where is a magical library when I actually need it." She whispered. It was not as if muggles knew anything reliable about vampires.

She sighed again before thinking back at what she told her aunt. The sad thing was, everything she told her about her world was true. Muggles were tolerated at best, whilst anything "non-human" or out of the ordinary was either loathed or treated with arrogant paternalism.

"Merlin," she whispered "I am getting depressing."

Her last thought before she closed her eyes again and fell asleep was about how she might need to change that first word to Dracula in the future.


It was almost noon when Ceres decided to leave her bed. By and large she was rather surprised, the Dursleys had left her alone for so long. It seemed like she had underestimated their sense of self-preservation. She smiled, of course that petty little people like them would understand nothing but the threat of getting crushed.

Walking towards her mirror she began removing her clothes and she took the mirror from wall and began once more with observing the scars from every possible angle.

Madame Pomfrey had told her at the check up after the tournament that most scars would disappear gradually. There was no sign of that yet and truth to be told, she had begun doubting that over a week ago. She hadn't told anyone except for Hedwig of her attacker being a vampire, not even Hermione or Sirius and neither had Poppy when she made that diagnosis. Dumbledore and the minister had entered before she could have admitted the nature of her attacker and the aftermath of the conversation had left her rather bitter and unwilling to talk about it. Most people didn't even know anything happened in the labyrinth at all and she had no doubt there would be plenty of rumours of her being given the easy route, once school began again.

On an unrelated note, the moment she had begun doubting the healing of her scars would ever happen was the same as the moment she realised that she had begun preferring the dark over light and had lost most of her appetite.

Sighing she reached for some of her clothes. What "normal" clothes she had, was rather limited and mostly a mix of Dudley's and Petunia's castoff with the occasional addition from the thrift shop.

Still as shabby as she looked in them, exactly the impression the Dursleys wanted her to make, they served her needs. She picked a long-sleeved shirt which covered her arms, as well as a pair of jeans which were several sizes to broad for her but as baggy as they appeared, it was nothing a belt couldn't fix. Still it did remind her that she would need to use her first visit to Diagon Alley for some clothes as well as her school stuff. Considering the heat wave which had struck Britain during the summer, she had no need for anything heavier than a shirt and it gave her the perfect excuse for a cap. Said cap, a black cap adorned with the symbol of Nike at the front which Dudley at the time had wanted before dumping it like so many other things in her room during her absence. She wasn't complaining, she liked the cap.

Putting the cap upon her head, she pushed her feet in her sneakers, another thing she had to replace ASAP and threw her book bag over her back. Then she left, she had made it a point to spend as little time with the Dursleys as she could, she wasn't going to change that now. Every minute inside the house was one too many.


For those who were wondering: Ceres might have lost her life due to the vampire, she did not lose something else. ...The vampire ended up being slowly burned to death by a particularly furious Ceres. (There was no deus ex machina, I do think even Canon- 4th Year-Harry or First Year-Hermione could have done it)