Disclaimer: I OWN HARRY POTTER! lawyers march in with pitchforks OKAY! I don't own Harry Potter! lawyers march off Gits. scowls after them
Warning: Might be a bit confusing as it switches from first person point of view to third person point of view frequently.
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"Damned by the Darkness"
Chapter 8
My name is Briana Elizabeth Weasley and I am two hundred and fifty-five years old. You've been reading my story…well, mine and a chapter of Harry's, Lyda's, and Nicole's. Harry wrote most of this. I helped very little.
But, yes, I am immortal.
Turns out that the vampire blood Harry gave me accelerated so far forward during the time that he was at Hogwarts, that I gained a few vampiric abilities. Not only the immortality but the tears of blood, heightened senses (though mine are nothing compared to a full vampire's), and unnatural speed (again, nothing compared to a full vampire's). I stopped ageing at twenty-one-years-old.
Lyda, my old friend, knew immediately that something was wrong. She was the one who came to the conclusion that my vampire blood had gifted me with immortality.
That was not a particularly fun day.
Well, it was since I could now stay with Harry as long as I wished. But…it now meant that I had to watch everyone I know die.
Nicole went first. She was the only truly human of our group and therefore the most perceptible to Death.
I miss her Yank humor so…
Lyda, of course, went next. But she, vampire-blooded thing that she was, only passed a mere thirty years ago. Well – a mere amount of years for a vampire. Or an immortal.
Harry came to her funeral. Came for me. He'd apparently learned of my immortality from one of his sister's fledglings and had decided to come for me. My vampire blood had long since settled itself to what it was. I doubt what little I have could have changed me any more than it had already done.
We…well, let us just say that we've had many good experiences in the past thirty years. I love Harry. I've loved him since the moment I saw him.
He was my angel.
Still is.
Oh, and if you can't figure out what I mean by good experiences, take a long sit and think about it. I'm sure it will come to you eventually.
Perhaps.
So ends our story. At least, the parts that are written on these pages. The rest of our tale…well, you'll just have to dream that up for yourselves.
Farewell.