Disclaimer I do not own HarryPotter
TW: Stalking, craving for blood
Dark and cold night in a school of magic,
Stalking in the night preying after her,
It should be second nature but tragic,
Having to smell her blood it should deter.
Often covered with awkward positions,
Most students call me "bat of the dungeons,"
Meetings full of teachers I sense the tension
Feasting on humans instead of luncheons.
Little did she know I crave her sweet blood,
No one knows what creature of night I am,
Thoughts of her in my mind forms in a flood,
While passing in hallways students scram.
I am the vampire of Hogwarts night,
Thy students will fear me with all their might.
