Hunter
"First of all, don't freak out when I tell you this, and second, don't tell my parents. I'm a vampire hunter. I also write a column for the Daily Prophet, which is a lot less dangerous.
"See, my dad is Harry freaking Potter, the Chosen Boy Who Lived, or however it goes. Jem, Al, and I get the "we did the dangerous stuff so you don't have to" speech all the time. And, really, Jem and Al are pretty tame with the Quidditch and working in the Department of Magical Transportation. Chances are, they won't die doing that. Mum and Dad don't know about my vampire hunting. They would kill me if they found out.
"To be clear, not all vampires are bad. Most of them can actually control their hunger and avoid killing people. It's the others I have to worry about. I spend the entire night looking for the bad ones. Once I find them it's really a very simple matter of capturing and killing them. Sometimes it just takes a couple of hours and I can get some real sleep.
"Other nights, like last Thursday, it isn't that easy. I'd been tracking the same vampire for three nights. He was good at hiding when he wasn't killing people for their blood.
"I had to stop to catch my breath, leaning against a nearby building. I don't know what town I was in. They all start to blur after a bit. I was about to move on when I felt the familiar prickle on the back of my neck.
"I turned slowly, casting my gaze everywhere. I saw him a second too late. He launched himself from a nearby alley and gripped my shoulders. I could see his fangs, glistening dangerously close to my throat.
"I don't like to brag, but I'm pretty good at my job. My training, and genes, are what I have to thank. So before he was even on me I pulled a stake from my belt. Even with his hands on my shoulders I managed to push it up and into his heart. He dropped to his knees before he could bite me, but one fang scratched my collarbone.
"Okay, before you can complain that it should have been harder to kill the vampire, I should say that you're right. I have fought for over ten minutes with others before managing to stake them, but this one hadn't eaten since before I started tracking him three nights before. He was weak. Also keep in mind that he did wound me.
"When I got back to Hunters' Headquarters, a wizard immediately pushed me into a chair. 'What'd you do, Potter?'
"'I killed a vampire, sir.'
"He wasn't amused. 'You let it get this close to you? Well, it seems to be superficial, but you're going to have to stay here a couple days to make sure you don't have any symptoms.'
"'But, sir! What about my parents? They get worried if I don't speak to them for too long.'
"'We'll make sure they know you haven't been abducted, Potter. Don't concern youself with that.'
"I didn't answer. That was the closest I've ever come to being turned. What would I tell Mum and Dad then? As I said, they would kill me for putting myself in danger. I doesn't matter that Dad used to do it everyday. I must get it from him. 'Course, Mum married the man.
"Anyway, long story short, I am Lily Luna Potter. By day I'm a columnist, and by night, well, I'm afraid you won't remember that.
"Obliviate!"