Name: Crossing Out Dreams and Wishes

Summary: If I don't breathe, does that give you the right to kill me? What exactly is the definition of a monster? /Next Gen, Vampire!Louis

Season/Round: S3R8 – Next Gen Lovin'

Score: 5.25/10

A/N: This was a disappointment waiting to happen. I had been just released from hospital and I was a complete wreck with no idea what to write. I was a stubborn dead man walking, refusing to get a reserve (because reserves can't get bonus points). I eventually managed to write this and I couldn't care less about what kind of score I would receive. I may rewrite this as a multichapter fic at some point as my judge suggested.

Beta: Rayniekinnz

Characters: Louis Weasley, Victoire Weasley, OC-Uriel, others.

Chosen Character: Louis Weasley

Optional Prompts:

4. (restriction) no using the word 'Weasley'

8. (song) 'Wildest Dreams' by Taylor Swift

9. (colour) periwinkle


I have this one wish, though. That you will remember me. Not as who I am but as who I was.


Victoire walks in from the front door.

She closes the door silently but the wind chimes' clinking gives her arrival away. I'm with Dominique in the kitchen; we hadn't expected her to come back just yet. She trains really hard to become an Auror, I think. That's why she's almost never home. I nod very seriously at my thought, dangling my feet under the table.

Dominique smiles, pouring a cup of tea for Victoire. "You're back early, Vicky. Did Uncle Harry go easy on you?"

Victoire smiles back at her. "Teddy's back in town," Victoire says. "He's all good."

Just because I'm a child doesn't mean I'm stupid. Teddy is Victoire's boyfriend, and I like him. I know Teddy hunts bad things like monsters and Death Eaters. Victoire wants to hunt, too, but it's dangerous. Bad things are evil. That's why they are hunted.

"What was it this time?" Dominique asks.

I see them exchange a look. It's their 'should we say anything when Louis in the same room?' look. They use it all the time. I pout, staring at them, hoping they will give up. I'm already seven! I want to know, too!

Victoire cracks a smile, shrugging apologetically at Dominique. Dominique rolls her eyes. My smile can hardly get any wider when she ruffles my hair and says proudly:

"It was a vampire."


There are voices, sounds from the outside. Someone has managed to break the wards and get into the house. We are locked into my room, Dominique and I. She's cast protective charms all around the room. I watch the thin veil-like ward move over the periwinkle blue walls. The enchanted clouds have stopped moving.

"Don't worry, Louis," Dominique whispers, gripping her wand tightly as she stands at the end of my bed. She wants to keep me behind herself. She's fresh out of Hogwarts, never been in a fight like this. She's afraid. "I'll protect you."

Sounds get louder. They'll break her charms soon. I get up from my bed even though she hisses at me. She wants me to stay where I am. I walk next to her, moving my free hand onto her shoulder. She's shaking, and so am I. My wand feels heavier than ever.

"I'll protect you, too."


Drive out of the city

Away from the crowds

I thought heaven can't help me now


"Seven teenagers murdered." I let out a silent prayer for them. Based on the description of the crime scene, Vampires were behind it. I curse. "And not even far from here..."

I close the paper from two days ago and take out a map instead.

I draw lines on it, marking down the safest way to Ilfracombe. That's our next stop. We never stay for long in a same place. It's not safe. It's never safe. But neither is moving from one place to another. I push my hair away from my face. We need to leave tonight. I can feel it.

"You have something on your ass."

"What?" I turn around, dusting my trench coat.

Uriel flashes a toothy grin, wiggling his eyebrows. "You know," he says sweetly. "My eyes."

I groan in exasperation. Of course. "I'm trying to work here."

"Are you denying one of the life's little pleasures from your own girlfriend?" he asks in a mockingly hurt tone, but the grin never leaves his face. "That's cold even from you, Louis."

"So it's a girl day today, Uriel," I ask when when Uriel pecks a kiss on my cheek. She, I correct myself, slicks back her dark red hair and laughs a little.

"That's how I roll," she says, walking away so I can work in peace. "Ooh, and Donnie and Colette are back with a car. Just so you know."

I roll my eyes. I don't even want to know where they stole it from this time. Donnie is, was, a muggle so he knows how to drive. Allison knows as well, but she hasn't been back after she left two days ago. I'm getting worried. She should be back already. I grit my teeth, folding the map. We're running out the time.


I hear the screeching of the tires. I sniff the air.

Allison, finally. I sigh in relief but the door to the warehouse is kicked open and the bad feeling returns. I'm sure my heart would stop if it was possible when I hear the shrill voice echoing. Why couldn't I smell her? I want to shut her voice out. I want this to be just a bad dream. She can't be here now. She. Just. Can't.

"Louis William Weas-!"

"I gave up that name a long time ago!" I shout back and move without a sound away from the table and into the shadows. I have an upper hand here, I have to remind myself when the other set of teeth I have tries to reveal itself. I can smell the fresh blood. She is truly outstanding. Able to hurt herself just to get her target to come close to her.

But rational thinking doesn't help me much when the instincts take over.

I approach her from behind, my tongue running over the sharp teeth. Just wound her, I repeat over and over again. Don't kill. Never kill. You're not a monster...

I let out a subhuman shriek when the arrow hits my shoulder. It becomes hard to concentrate and move. So she uses dead man's blood now. I pull the arrow out. How ironic...

"I wouldn't want to hunt you down-" she pulls down her bloody hood. I can still smell Allison. Sweet girl, innocent girl. Never mean to anyone. I bare my fangs at the blonde in front of me. "But you brought this onto yourselves," she concludes with a menacing smirk.

"Shut your whore-mouth," I snarl. She is still very beautiful but years have started to weigh her down and cloud her vision. "We weren't behind those kills, Victoire."

It feels weird to say her name after such a long time.

"Of course you weren't," Victoire says sarcastically. "That's what that car-stealing monster said as well. You are good liars. She even wailed when I threatened her, swearing she had nothing to do with it." She swings the silvery machete. "I didn't even need my wand."

This is what has become of my sister who only wanted to protect us from the evil that's out there. A killing machine who spares no one on her crusade. She looks at me but it is not pity in her eyes. It's madness. She won't regret killing me.

"Think about Teddy and your kids," I groan. The dead-man's blood is still affecting me but I need to play time. "Think about your family. I'm your brother."

"Don't you dare to play that card!" she shrieks. "You're not my brother! Not since–!"

She wipes her face and I feel a pang of sadness. She loved Dominique. We both did. She didn't deserve what happened to her. Victoire's eyes flash dangerously.

"You're not my brother," she repeats, changing her machete to a gun and pointing it at me. "Louis died with Dominique that night."

"What happened to her wasn't my fault!" I cry out, crawling away from her. A silver bullet is the last thing I want to hit me. That, and the Killing Curse, of course.

"Well, you survived that night and she didn't!" Victoire hisses through her gritted teeth. "Now where are the rest of you bloodsuckers?"

I glare at her. There isn't much more I can do. "I'll never tell you," I whisper.

She grimaces. "Then you leave me no other choice."

I smile at her petulant expression. It reminds me of the times when we were young. When we dreamed of the better world for everyone. Seems like that dream will never come true. I close my eyes, praying Victoire will be quick.

The shot is heard but the bullet never hits. I open my eyes to see Victoire fall to the ground. I look around but I don't see from where or who had shot her. I don't plan to stay behind to ask if the shooter is on my side, though. The Beast Hunting Division's Aurors have many enemies. I get on wobbly feet and exit the warehouse, leaving behind the body of a woman I still wanted to call my sister.

I decide not to take Allison's car to catch up with the others. Her remains are still in there. Victoire hadn't shown her any mercy. I want to cry but that's a privilege I don't have.

Sometimes we're not the monsters.

Sometimes they are.


You could have remembered me

Red lips and rosy cheeks

You just chose not to