Hello!, I'm WickedWizz and this story is an AU of the world of Harry Potter, using well-known and not so well-known characters to represent a drama that may seem a little slow at first, but little by little it will speed up the reading. It is an alternative story, so, although I look for the characters to be similar to the literature written by Rowling, my story will have many differences between what you already know about the characters and the magical world. It's a different wording, perhaps somewhat complex but that seeks to be original in what it tells and expresses.
I clarify that some things and historical facts are based on my interpretations and consequently there may be a disagreement between us because of what you know and I may express differently, but that is how fictions are, stories with our favorite characters that tell something different from what we have already read. in the books.
The story tells the life of a vampire and a witch, their visions and perceptions of their times and experiences and how they become linked. I know that you already know vampires in multiple literatures and I only ask you, do not try to compare it with one that you have already read, as I already said it is a different interpretation and expression from what you already know and that I wanted to give it a twist in my story. Also, with a vampire in the equation come different times and contrasting worlds, I just ask you to have an open mind. I have tried to make both muggle and magical historical events as close to reality as possible. If anything differs, I'm sorry, it was used for plot purposes and nothing more. It's practically a fiction of a fiction, so don't take it so seriously if it happens or if it doesn't happen. But I do confess that I have given myself the task of making everything as referenced as possible to reality.
There is explicit content without reaching a completely erotic reading, but sexual situations are mentioned, reference to, or part of. There is implicit violence in some passages and lines and there are topics that will seem complex to you such as feminism, discrimination, machismo, xenophobia, but remember that it is a story and it does not always reflect personal opinion on any particular topic, it is only part of the story. the context it handles.
References that will help you
Ordinary People- Muggle
Sorcerer- Wizard, Witch
What is written in cursive is part of a diary.
Note: English is not my native language; it is Spanish, and I have taken on the task of translating this story into English. I have used very few translators, so I am very sorry if something does not make sense or is poorly written.
Chapther 1: A vampire named Harold.
Some time has passed since candles illuminated the rooms and the air was impregnated with the characteristic odor of oil. Far away were left the nights listening and seeing the servants' doing things that usually can't because of the hard work doing tending their masters. First, listening was annoying but after a while that was a interesting hobby. Since the old master fucking with his maid to the passionate moments between the master son and the servant daughter, a great show to watch sometimes hidden in the shadows, sometimes in the open but ignored, the passion and lust in the discrete lovers was the key.
All that was wonderful scenes to inspire a isabelline playwright to mount a great act in the fantastic theatres of England, a hot gossips in the local pubs of York or a passionate story in tales of the maids of the Queen in Richmond. I remember I was impressed with all those situations is impressive the capacity of the lovers to show his feelings in that way, from the intense lust and passion in every part of his body to the adrenaline and fear of being discovered. Oh! Far away those days are long gone, today only was sufficient to push a button to light up the room, turn on a dehumidifier to mask the odors and type on a computer with internet words that take you to a group of videos and images that shows in explicit the sex without the pleasure of living that.
Nostalgia invades me remembering, but ignoring that introduction a little, the main theme here is a question, a question asked by you: How is possible that a person can write vivid memories of the isabelline time today? well the answer can be complex and difficult but no, my answer will be simple and direct, so easy how my full name, my date and place of birth. My name, today reduced to a simple nickname like Harry, is Harold Fleamont Potter, son of James Ignotus Potter, born in the last days of July of 1598 in York, county of Yorkshire in the north of England. Well, if you do the math considering today run the year of 1999 my age is an interesting number to me and a big surprise to you. Surprised? well no so fast, if you are an ordinary people reading this in this moment you will forget all and place this diary where you found it, but if in your veins run the gen and the ability of sorcerers my age here will take sense to you and want to continue reading trying to find more answers.
Well, I now go to resolve your questions, if in effect you are a sorcerer and decided to continue to read, my age is easy to explain, and you will find motives to think my life is not normal and my humanity died centuries ago. If that is your think, well you're correct and to verify that let's start from the beginning. I was born in Yorkshire County in July of 1598 and died in December of 1625 if my memory recalls. I remember my death, was difficult, I agonized for three long days after a terrible fever but that is easy to explain, die is the first step to be vampire. Doesn't exist fanfares or mystery rituals but a voluntary decision if you want to be a vampire, is so simple like that, be a vampire is a contract signed between you and another person, like a juicy business ready to be signed for you and that's all, well no so simple like put your sign under your name in a paper, exists some things out of character in that, but that will be explicated some lines more ahead.
In this moment your questions will be How did I become a vampire? What's my history? and What big secrets can be reveled from a young English individual that has live for like a four hundred years between mundane people, sorcerers and vampires? Well, I decided to write this diary as an answer to that, live so many years and centuries and no take time to doing that is like an, how the ordinary, catholic and puritan people say? a yes, a sin
Now the beginning of my history, sorry if I am repetitive, but sometimes is necessary, I was born in York in July of 1598 in the last five years of the glorious age of Elizabeth the First. I was born in rich family; mi father James was son of Fleamont Edward Potter recalled for his business with the magic world selling herbs to sorcerers who practice an art called Potions and to ordinary people in concoctions or remedies that was the precursors of the actual medicine to them, besides the family were potters and had many businesses in the city. The Potters were a family not too important to be in the radar of the queen but to the nobles in York yes, we were rich and a
powerful family. You will think that my life was easy and had non shortcomings by that, but mark my words, although in that age the line between the rich and the poor was very thin and was easy think that rich people had all resolved, thats a lie, the society was very difficult to appease.
My mother's name was Lilian, but I never met her, she dies the same day I was born, she was a woman from Scotland that was captured for English soldiers in the border. Since my father saw her in an auction of slaves and prisoners in the market of Linfred fall in love, losing so much money he bought her and went home with her. Lily, my mother first was a maid to my grandmother Euphemia who fell ill frequently and then with the time passing and a secret and long courtship with my father the relation was finally know, the reaction was explosive, mi grandpa Fleamont fight for many times with James for that. You see, the society of that age was difficult, a relationship between a rich and a poor was a scandal, but to the end possible. After months and multiples fights my grandpa said yes to James and Lily and the result was, as expected a great scandal, many businesses were lost and some others in the road to that. However, in the end the news of my birth was a blessing, I was the firstborn in the family after long years of nothing. That was happiness and glory for all, but for me only sadness and hell. With the death of my mother, James received a great blow, and I was the responsible for that, if my grandparents don't intervene probably, I would have been a dead child before even walked. James denied his responsibilities as a father since that day and for the nineteen next years.
My life was a hell but after all was comfortable and full of luxury, I don't have de love of my two parents, one dead and the other well as if it were. My childhood was a happy one, my grandparents never permitted James to hurt me or act hard with me after all. However, my grandpa Fleamont died unexpectedly when I was fifteen and my grandma a year after that, 1613 and 1614; with my protectors dead and the chains broken the rabid dog tied up for years escaped and my life was definitively and literally a hell on earth. Only three long years of that because in 1617 James died. It turns out that James and after years of that, takes the escape of my mother of Scotland not so well and when he got drunk in a pub in Haxby and claimed all to some random Scottish guy his fate was sealed. A terrible wound in the neck does the job. With his death James left me a great lesson to life: "Don't bite into something bigger than your mouth because you may end up choking", the Potter's patriarch touches a sensible fiber in the Scottish people and although with Jacob the First the relationship with Scotland was neutral, the wound for the beheaded of the Queen Mary was still open.
In 1617 and with nineteen years old I now was the lord of the family and all the responsibilities like that this entails, after James's death my time was limited to work and my escapades was over, making a small parenthesis, today I know that my escapades were something called voyeurism a taboo art and something don't look so well for some people. But well, back to the story, nineteen years old and a young lord with many responsibilities, that was horrible and terrific, never in my life my decisions was so important, one decision takes to other and that other to other and finally after so many decisions a consequence. It doesn't hurt to tell you that after that I was depressed for the next two years, however not all was bad, after a while I had understood the good part of being a lord rich and powerful. With the money came vices and leisure and with that the pleasure, one day in 1619 life smiled on me. That day I was in my room reading some disturb news of the kingdom and gossip about the king when my eyes claimed rest, I get up of my chair and go to my dressing room when a knock stop me, without waiting for my response the door opened and the more beautiful girl in the world came into my room, today after years lived in this world, my saying stands, that girl is the most beautiful of all the times. Some many years and a girl claiming that saying was a great feat.
A goddess appeared in front of me, magnific blue eyes, a long and blond hair, white skin like a snow in winter, despite his appearance, an impressive bearing and presence, her beautiful face was so delicate that looks like those sculptures of Greek artists my grandma always said. That woman blond and impressive its looked like the Vikings women my grandpa showed me in the illustrations of the Viking chronicles invading the Kingdom of Northumbria many years ago, but that illustrations show Vikings women without the clothes, sullen and warlike gesture of the warriors. If I'm honest with you the women in that illustrations were beautiful, were half or totally naked and with great attributes to the view especially big boobs and hips. Well, if the Viking women was like that, I don't know but is easy to think my grandpa in his innocence or lust I don't know bought that, after all some random seller in Downtown London were saying that women were like the illustrations shows and grandpa believed that. If me and you think very carefully that illustrations were like the porn magazines today, incredible or not, I can bet that the people in the nineties don't think that things are possible at the old era. You'd be surprised how many things existed before and still exist now.
Well back to the topic, the most beautiful girl entered my room, since I looked at all his presence, I was out of breath, my body shocks and my stomach felt some never in my life I ever feel. Was like I had never eaten in my life and the bugs were claiming so desperate for food, if you've ever been in love, well, you'll know what I'm talking about. Was a sensation like drowning, shame or nervousness.
-Sorry for my late intromission my lord, my name is Isobel and again I am very sorry for having bothered you – her voice was angelical, her face was red for the shame and her hands were trembling – Madame Rosemerta sends me to inform you that an important and urgent letter arrived from Richmond -
-A letter at this time of night? – I said, my voice was rough and dull, I don't know how I could say it, I was practically out of breath.
-Some problems in Downtown Richmond Markets my lord, Rosemerta say that requires your immediate attention – she said – I'm sorry for not being helpful, I couldn't be so bold as to open a letter that isn't addressed to me, no matter how urgent it may be – she said and extended a letter with family seal to me.
-Are you new? Rosemerta hasn't told me about you– I asked, when I took the letter, I rosed her hands skin and wow, was awesome.
-Yes, my lord, I came from Lincolnshire this afternoon, my father lost a bet in a game of cards with Mister Lennox – she said again with little shame -Madame Rosmerta explained to me my obligations and when I was about to leave, the letter arrived and here I am – she said pointing the letter now open in my hands.
-Very well – I said – thank you for the letter, Isobel, I know you are here for a situation out of your control, but welcome to the noble house of Potter –
After that she looked sad and nervous because our encounter was to be finish, when I looked in her eyes, I know I lost the game, the opportunity of my life laid in front on me ready to take it. A beautiful girl like Isobel under no circumstances should be close to Cedric Lennox, that men was a disgusting pig, he was the taskmaster of properties of Potter Family since the times of my grandparents and if my intuition never failed it would not take long for him to do what he had already done with so many maids since the time when my grandparents were alive and who in the end ended up filling him with bastards and women left to their fate on the streets of York. If there was someone who could abuse his power and privileges that was Cedric.
Something inside of me came to life saying that I must claim that girl, an impressive necessity of have that girl by my side and never let her go. Isobel was beautiful, prey to a situation that was not in her life plans, she was an innocent sold by her father who was not to blame for her fateful destiny. However, that destiny was not so fateful if it had reached me, I thought, it was just destiny.
-Isobel… - I said when she started to go, took the initiative and walked towards her, dared to take her arm and stop her.
-My Lord? – she was surprised by my actions; her voice was slow.
-I imagine that Rosemerta assigned you to tend the necessities of Cedric, I'm, correct? – I asked, my question disguised what's means necessities, she understood that very fast and her face immediately showed a big shame.
-You are correct my lord, Rosemerta assigned me to the house of Mister Lennox, including, how you discrete say, his necessities- she confirmed.
-Well, that's not going to happen – I said with possession, she noted that because the shame in her face was gone and now appeared surprise -Rosemerta is forgetting some things, the house was no immaculate and clean like other times – I lied -now, I will order that you be reassigned to my direct charge immediately, today you don't need to go with Cedric, tell Rosmerta that assign you a room and tomorrow your obligations will be in the main house, specifically in my affairs -
Boring? Let me continue, after my decision Rosmerta was surprised but she couldn't say anything, I was de lord, she the maid, simply like that. The answer of Isobel was fast and took an important mission: take care of me completely, she decided that her first activity was learning how I took my milk in the night before sleep or what was my routine in the mornings, she was so grateful to me that in her appeared a gratitude for kept her away from the fearsome Mr. Lennox, so much that she considered it an important crusade to please me in every way possible and if I am extremely honest, she more than achieved it. Isobel was so calm, so pacifist, sometimes I called her to sit down and listen to me and she did it with great pleasure, sometimes I called her to do random things for me some of it meaningless and she do it with a sincere and big smile. Days turned into months and Isobel was part of my life, the responsibilities of being Lord of Potter Family were lighter and that Viking Girl how I liked to call her was the reason. Thus, one stormy night, one of those that had not been seen in York for a while, that instinct of voyeurism appeared in me that had not invaded me for months, cautious as always, I slipped into the shadows and reached where a couple of lustful moans could be heard disguised by the pounding of water on the windows and the thunder in the air, but effectively, were moans. Silent as always, I saw them, sweaty for the act were the principal maid and the taskmaster having sex, Rosmerta received the member of Cedric in the ass, on every move Cedric was fast, hard, loud and rude, each thrust provoked a noisy moan that escaped of the lips of Rosmerta, after every moan, Rosmerta immediately put her hand to her mouth, trying to stifle her moans, failing completely, but she don't need do that, out the storm was so intense that no one in the house would hear them.
A mischievous smile appeared on me immediately, that scene was not the first time I saw them and private to me, Rosmerta and Cedric was lovers for years, that was not the first time. I don't know if it was a skill or maybe is my experience of doing it for years, but I never went and I have been discovered seeing that, never until that day. In the stealth and with my senses out of the equation, all at once the blood left my body, and my heart suddenly stopped, a predator became prey when a small hand appeared behind me and found its way to my pants, took my semi erect pennis and it began to move in slow, gentle movements up and down managing to make my penis in instant was fully erect.
-Take a deep breath and relax my lord- It was a whisper, but I knew whose voice it was, having been listening to it for so long, it was Isobel, who silent and caution like me, came to me.
And like a sheep I did what she asked me, I closed my eyes, take a deep breath and was lost in the movements of her hand, she moved her hand slow, fast, gentle, hard, up and down, oh she drive me crazy. Far away was Cedric and Rosemerta, far away was de noisy moans of the maid, now, I was focused in placate and silence my moans, after many years I lost the battle and now was me in the shadows forgetting my voyeurism, after being a silent guest for a long time, I was now part of the party like a noisy participant. Madness is already on the verge and my end was approaching, she noticed it and increased her movements, leaving kindness aside and becoming wild. Suddenly her hand stopped abruptly, and she let out a muffled moan. It turns out that she was also part of the party, and her nipples were so hard that when they rubbed against my back after the intensity of her movements, they achieved the feat. Listening her moan was all for me, my pennis exploded and all my fluids ended up on the floor of that place. After that Isobel surrounded me and stood in front of me, she looked at me with the sincerest smile that existed in the world and although her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, she stood up and gave me a soft kiss on the forehead.
-Sometimes my lord, being invited to the party and not being part of it is not enough – after she said that, she left
Many years seeing lovers having sex and never in all those years I was part of it, but that day thanks to Isobel I found something wonderful and new, be part of the party was awesome. Something in me changed that night, lust, passion, excitation and emotions invade every part of my body and now a I don't want to be only the invited, I want to be part and live the sex like the lovers I saw every single night in my voyeurism. Isobel modified my behavior, a scheme developed for years and that I never thought would exist in me. I was halfway to Isobel's chambers excited and full of lust ready to finish what she started, ready to explode, take her and possess her, suddenly appeared a sensation of me being her lord, her owner, well technically I was correct, but finally some strange force stops me and from one moment to the next I was in my room.
-Wow, what a read! – said a blondie in a soft moan and look around nervously afraid of being discovered reading those lines. However, nobody was looking at her, her partner was reading and taking notes in a parchment oblivious to what was happening with her
-Nothing, I can't find anything about this curse, I was looking in all the books and I can't find a spell or counter spell that let me know what's the catch – the partner said now looking at her -You found something in that old book, Daphne? – she asked
-Not – she lied - this book has nothing to do with healing, and I don't think it has anything to do with St. Mungo's –
-If that's the case, why are you reading that Daphne? – the partner said irritated -Madame Tonks was very clear, we must find something about it and give her a report this Friday, if we don't is over – continued -you've been stuck in that book for too long and I don't see how that can help us, fuck this is so frustrating –
-You're right Tracey – Daphne admitted – however it's a good reading about the muggle history of England and you know what mean that for me –
-Well, as you wish, I recognize your fascination with history, but just for today – Tracey said -Can you look in this book about Egyptian curses? Maybe we can find some references – she handed a yellow and old book.
-Sure Tracey – she closed her eyes thinking about all the history she read minutes ago.
The book, now called a diary, was in her things that day when she and Tracey collected books for the investigation. Was an old book but exquisite in design, the first page says "To Isobel, the most pure and lighting love in the dark of the night", after reading a few lines she thought that a degenerate was the writer, all those sexual themes and the fact that the writer enjoyed watching other people having sex, but in the end the reading became the memories of a vampire that lived so many years since 1598 named Harold Potter. Seeing that Tracey was again distracted by her work, Daphne took the semi open diary and forgetting about the Egyptians start reading again.
The next morning Isobel appeared in my room, her face reflected something new, but her smile prevailed more than anything, tickling me awake. She gave me a cup of warm milk and said: "Today is a very important day, my lord, the emissary from London is coming to your business meeting.". Rushing me to stretch and ignoring my nakedness, after all that's how I slept, and it wasn't the first time she woke me up, smile again and left. I must confess that after what happened the night before and her actions that morning, I understood why I had stopped and not made her mine. Isobel was a different to the women visited James after the passing of my mother years ago or like Rosmerta that despite having a husband and children she was sneaking around to fuck with Cedric Lennox, who was also married. Isobel was in other league, she was the one, she will be my partner for life not to fuck or something like that but for be my happy ever after. The answer was easy to be said, she stole my heart, and I was deeply in love with her since the first moment I saw her, in other words, Harold Fleamont Potter, actual Lord of the House of Potter was in love of a woman called Isobel who did not belong to his same social class and maybe another social scandal was approaching in the future.
Days turned into months and even though we weren't officially dating, we were inseparable, and I treasured every moment we spent together. Sometimes we did horny things that we mischievously called our emotional discharge. Those were nights of mutual masturbation where we both satisfied our sexual instincts and expressed our emotions and the love we had for each other. It should be noted that I never forced her to do anything, she was a woman with values and when things got extremely intense, she looked at me with tenderness and sadness at the same time and said: "It's not that I don't want to do it, my lord, it's just that I am a woman who in that sense respects her own values and beliefs. I am a woman of low caste, I cannot give myself to a man who is not of my social class and who would never reciprocate as he should, for that reason, sexual games was ", when I react to that, she smiles at me tenderly, give a soft kiss and tells me again: "I admit that it is not my case, my lord, but our emotional discharge is different, it is something that a maid must do for her master when he wants it". Finally, after that I looked at her and responded with the same soft kiss, I was speechless, Isobel's sense of morals and values were impressive. She perfectly understood her role in our love history, and she perfectly distinguished her obligations as a maid of the family and a lover. I had no doubt that the best decision I had made in years was to have separated my beautiful Viking women from a different destiny with Cedric. 1622 was coming and after three years of our encounter Isobel was practically Mrs. Potter in all but name, was my lover in all but her virginity and was my partner in all but reality. York society sensed everything that happened between Isobel and me, but they were never rude or disrespectful about it, after all the Potter's was a powerful and influential family in the county. Rosemerta was fired because she not only was a cheater with her husband but with the responsibilities of the house, so Isobel quickly assumed the main and official role of the principal maid, Rosemerta put a hard fight after being fired but a simple threat to take her to court for adultery was more than enough to silence her. In those years things like adultery, prostitution and social scandals were severely punished by the law.
The time has passed since that and the House of Potter was ready to take the next step in the case of Isobel and me, hosting a party to the York Town Hall and High Society I announced my relationship with Isobel, and the news was accepted without problems. But York Town Hall was not the authority to approve that case, the court of the king was responsible for permits, in those years married to a woman that not are the same social status was very complicated. To do something like that you need to be a very powerful house in the eyes of the court of the king, fortunately the Potter Family was and if that is not sufficient the fortune of the Potter Family was immense. Forgetting the morals instructed by my grandpa, he was a man of dedication and many values, I did what are very common in those years: Bribery. By sipping as much as I could, I eventually obtained the necessary permits signed by King Jacob himself. I know my grandfather must be cursing me from the grave, but Isobel was worth that and more. If I recall my case was not the only case in that circumstances, James and Lily went through the same thing, however the authority of my grandpa and the wonderful job leading the family was sufficient, in my case like a said lines above, grandfather Fleamont morals and authority were very different from mine and if I had to use all my fortune to do it, with my grandfather's forgiveness, I was going to do it. The wedding came in 1623, and the fortune was sufficient to host a simply Celtic ceremony following the family tradition. Isobel now was Isobel Potter, Lady of the House and my wife in all including the title and the social status. The papers had a great story to spread throughout the county, a commoner got married to the lord of a rich and powerful family.
It was October 1623 when the weddig was consummated and Isobel finally lose her virginity, was a perfect night, officially all the sexual games between she and I was over, and now the real sex began. All the emotions and feelings that occurred between both of us that night was the best that I could have experienced in this long life. But just as life once smiled at me years ago knowing Isobel, the same life decided to put on the most difficult situation I have ever had to live through. November 5 of 1624 a year after our wedding was the worst day in my twenty-six years until that moment, a strange disease beyond any logical explanation of both sorcerers and ordinary people took away the woman I loved, her body couldn't stand consecutive nights of vomiting, sometimes with blood, and very high fevers, her beauty and life faded away until she couldn't take it anymore and died right in front of my eyes. My heart and soul died that night with her, all emotions were gone, my life was reduced to nothing, and I couldn't even fulfill my obligations as Lord. With Isobel gone my life was over and I think that you could guess the reason why was easy for me to accept to become a vampire. Was a difficult time those days, all was over, God doesn't exist, not even the authority of the king was important to me, I never believed that the absence of someone like Isobel would cause my decline and my end and it did. A year after, 1625, I was totally drunk in the library of the house when the devil knock at the door and asked me very kindly if he could come in. That dear reader was one of the many true legends of the vampires: "A vampire can't enter your house if he is not invited". When he entered the house, he quickly explained to me his nature and that he had been evaluating me for months to offer a wonderful remedy to end everything I felt, that situation was no odd to me, with so many conflicts in King Jacob's England, myths and legends arose from men turning into wolves, sorcerers controlling enemies through witchcraft even demons sucking the blood of the innocent. That was easy for me to understand through so many years doing business with the sorcerers. To finish his conversation, he told me that I had one night to decide and like an English clock the next night there he was: "What's your answer mortal?"
I was captured by all my bad feelings and with the memory of Isobel deep into my bones, and if that were not enough finally in London the King Jacob dies giving way his title to a royal prince who would later be called Charles and after many years of glory, the House of Potter was on its way to fall. It turns out that my lack of commitment to my obligations as a lord and the constant economic losses due to the wars and conflicts of the time was sufficient to put the House in jeopardy.
My answer was yes, one of the biggest mistakes I have done in life, he attacked me mercilessly, biting me on the neck and leaving me on the verge of bleeding to death. After exchanging his blood with me was done, he left me to die and he's gone, until today I never saw that vampire again. In 1625 with the Potter's family money almost bankrupt, with all the new problems of the England kingdom succession and with my apparent death, Potter's House finally gave way and disappeared. After three years while adapting to my condition, four years of Isobel death and after a very stupid explanation to the society, the Potter's House came to life again in 1628. Now, I was a vampire learning to be one in a self-taught way and a new Lord, maybe a cousin or distant relative to the previous Lord.
1628 passed fast and my abilities doing business the family's money immediately began to grow like foam. Selling large plots of land throughout York, shops across the county and closed businesses did all the work. But in the end, I was sad, all the situations in years before was sufficient to say goodbye to Yorkshire County and buy a property in Kensington, North London, with the hope of a new life like vampire and trying to forget my ordinary life in York.
England was a hard country to live in when Charles the First was King, but I selected a big and beautiful house on the streets of Kensington. With plenty of money and my abilities was easy for me open a new type of business in the family: Pubs. Apart from that, I bought many parcels outside London to plant ingredients and herbs that was necessary to sorcerers and maintain the principal business of the family since my grandpa was the Lord. Is important to say that the Sorcerers' Society was very discreet in those years but to us after many years of business the interchange was secure. Well, coming back to the main topic, we are in 1628 and suddenly, and without realizing it, the Potter's Family was more productive, powerful and influential than before, the new business the pubs or bars like you wanted to call it was the more productive in all the business in the family and after so many bribes the Potter's Pubs was in all cardinal points in London. Not only the pubs did the job, the exchange between sorcerers and me was productive in the same way.
But you are forgetting something, I was a vampire, and we are individuals with a big necessity: hunt and suck blood. My necessity was very complicated because I need to suck blood constantly to be a new vampire and if you hoped to read things like a beauty in that, well sorry for disappointment you, there is nothing sentimental or moral in selected a victim, it is just hungry and that's all, there is no sense of justice or even being a hero as today's romantic stories make it seem. I was a vampire that need suck blood and is all, the only I can say was a statement that ordinary people ever say: "if you are in the wrong place and the wrong time you're lose"
In the modern era exists many legends about us vampires, but that's bullshit, only a true vampire can explain what's true and what's not. First the necessity of suck blood was the main danger in us, but exist others like the aversion o the sun, exposed to solar light was the death definitively of us, we had extra sensorial abilities that enhanced our senses and we are fast and strong. Life like a vampire in the years of 1600 was very easy, you go to the hunt, select a victim and that's it, and if you had money was a wonderful plus passing unnoticed. In those years the real vampires were not the stupid vampires the sorcerers say we are, we were very few and we were very secretive, the ordinary people ever were aggressive with the things they can't explain like vampires, wolves and sorcerers. Wolves I knew was very few at that time, I think they came with the gypsy people of France, but being French in England were a terrible mistake and I think that was the motive that exist very few in England in those years. Adapting to the life in those years was very difficult to all, the life like you knowing today was just forming, many inventions and new mechanisms to do the life of the ordinary people easy was impressive but in the end the political situation on the every street of England was the catch, if the isabelline era were wonderful to us, King Jacob's era were a tiny line between good and bad life, the era of King Charles was pure terror and suffer for all the social classes, well, was an absolutist kingdom after all.
King Charles era was a time full of war, between French and English people, English and the Church, English versus English, well terror and battles everywhere, but to me like an ordinary and noble Lord was a great time thank you to the pubs who was the daily place for all to relax, warriors, nobles, merchants and all, plus to that my life was totally nocturnal and discrete, well a new type of business appears and until today was de the best of Potter Family: buy and sell information. And with all the war and finances of the kingdom and society bankrupt, were easy to entail a short business lending money, that business was a short one but in that time a bonus to the finances of the family wealth. Results that 1629 was a terrible year, King Charles decided to entail a very aggressive and absolutist reign for all including nobles and rich ordinary people like priests and royals. Existed a very tiny line for all, was very easy to fall or to ascend, if you wanted to survive in those years, you must walk very slowly and carefully, but to me, the discrete king of the Information over all London was easy. To my ears came information from every corner in London and was not stupid to think that something has forming in the shadows, many conspiracies versus the king or the bishop of Canterbury, again I deduced that information was the gold, and I had much gold in my network thanks to my pubs all over the place. The conflict and tension between the king and his parliament was brutal, many treasons and battles that didn't need using sword or arrows. 1629 was a terrible year for all.
-Wow! The English Revolution in all his glory – Daphne finally said stopping her reading, she was amazed of all the history of Harold the vampire, the history was impressive. The history, the situations about his life being a vampire, being a Lord and being a lover were incredible. That diary was a beautiful piece of work. But something bothered her, if the Potter Family was so influential and powerful with the muggles and wizards why not exist register about it -Well or this history was a fake or fictional – said forgetting all her emotion.
-I'm done Daph – Tracey said with frustration -and considering you do nothing to the cause, well, better go home and rest -
-Tracey don't be so picky, there's nothing about that curse – she said annoyed
-Don't lie to me witch, I'm not stupid- she answered -You were reading that old book all the time, but well, is interesting? – she asked.
-Very interesting and yes is an old book, the writer talks about situations that occurred more than three hundred years ago – she said -but I reckon maybe all was a lie – admitted with sadness.
-Daph, I know you love all those things about history and the past – Tracey said -but don't forget, you're a nineteen-year-old witch, an adult with responsibilities and if you don't take the things of our investigation seriously, we can't make in San Mungo's program -
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