Hi this is the chapter 2 of the history. Thanks for read.

I'm sorry for my grammatical errors or meaningless phrases, sometimes I forget not to literally translate what I think in spanish before writing it.

is like... "the diary of Harry" and not "Harry' Diary"... and sometimes i cofused the use of was and were... sorry... i was working in that.

I hope you enjoy this caphter as much as I enjoy translating it

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Italic was a diary.

Chapter 2: Dalia.

1640, the war hadn't yet broken out, but all the signs of my intel indicated the opposite, if all the political moves and treasons planned in the dark and private comfort of my pubs came to light the war was the next step. But the information always had a very high price and, on many occasions, when the conspiracies planned came to the open, the fights or murders in my pubs were a noisy and great scandal in every corner of the city. England society was a complicated individual and appeasing them was difficult, the minimum move was a big for them and was easy to be said that many pubs closed for that. To my intel coming all type of information from the most unusual to those that were very close to reality and the more interesting were the information about me, some workers of the Potter Family's claimed that a I was a mystery because they never saw me in the sunlight, the nobles of Kensington accused me for witchcraft because they claimed I could read minds and manipulate them to obtain sensitive information for my intel. But in all those accusations on me was disturbing and partially true, a gossip spreading claimed that I was a Nosferatu and responsible for all disappearances and dead bodies found on the moors of the great fields that are today known as Mayfair, the bodies presented a bite in the neck and all the blood in his body were drained. Mark my words, the capacity of deduction and logical explications for the ordinary people was amazing and fearsome, if you were asking what the "muggles" can do with us, well, that was an answer. Back to the topic, someone saw me doing my thing and that was bad, but in the end that person never came to me to do the most common thing those years: the blackmail; I don't know if was for fear or because were only a gossip and that's all, nobody came to me.

I don't want to go into detail, there are so many histories of those years that I can tell but I'll be fast. The war finally came in 1642, and after long battles and years the king lose, the parliament executed the Canterbury bishop then in 1649 the king was beheaded, Oliver Cromwell appeared with his famous protectorate and finally in 1660 we were a monarchy again through the Estuardo's Family. So many things in a few years and the accusations turned to me with no haste, someone in the city asked, "How is possible that Lord Potter born in 1598 looks like a twenty-seven-year-old when in reality it should have sixty-two?" and that was sufficient for the community in Kensington to be responsible for trying to answer that question. All in my person was a question my age, my face, my weight, my strength, my paleness, my few views in the daylight, everything, the incessant gossip and harassment left me with only one option: Hide, maybe if I hid the rumors would calm down and the community would find another scapegoat.

I disappeared in 1661 and came out in 1702 when a queen called Ana appeared. One hundred and four years since my birth and I was there looking at how the wonderful isabelline era and the England I knew disappeared to make way for a new country called Great Britain, if I'm honest, was the same bullshit but with other name and face. 1702 and the wealth of the Potter family was still growing, and I was filthy rich, the Kensington Community had forgotten all the rumors about the family and now they only saw another cousin or distant relative of the previous lord leading the powerful and influential Potter family. I don't know if the sorcerers of those years knew my existence like a powerful "muggle" or a bloody vampire, but apart from business, I never interacted with them, the only thing I knew of them was that they had a Wizard Council that organized and controlled all the affairs of the magic communities in those years and that all. For me the life was very simple on those years and even today I continued with the same idea, for me didn't exists races o types of people and I didnt establish parameters of coexistence between one community or another, to me sorcerers or ordinary people were the same and my interactions with them was just business.

If I got hungry, I ate, if I want to fuck, I fucked and if want to see I saw, my life was that simple. To eat it was enough to go hunting and after finding a poor unfortunate soul in my way sucked all his blood. To fuck It was enough to select a prostitute and fuck her until I was satisfied. To see I just needed to go to one of my many pubs, sneak into the upper rooms and look at what I wanted to see. About that last thing I need to make a confession, as time went by and after confirming that it was a very profitable business, after all one thing led to another, my pubs became secret brothels. Nobles, soldiers, commoners, all drunk, fornicating with the local prostitutes without fear of being discovered in their homes, it was a parade of all of them, powerful men reduced to simple animals in need of sex, and I was an opportunist that suck not only their blood for living but all their money too. The brothels combined with the pubs was the best thing that happen to my wealth and my intel, the prostitutes and the bartenders were an incredible source to extract information, for the prostitutes was just enough an intense sex session and for the bartenders the loose tongue of a drunk man. Those were great days however I had a sadness that never left me alone, the memory of Isobel was still so present in me that it ate me up inside. I never looked for another woman like her nor did I want to, from the moment she died all was over for me. A prostitute was a wonderful lover to fuck and discharge emotions, but just that, her work was fuck and that was it, no feelings involved and no commitment other than the pay for her services. Isobel was Isobel. Mi beautiful Viking woman.

Was 1706 and my intel grew a lot when I decided to open business with the New World discovered years ago for some Spanish guy and where Britain had thirteen colonies. I bought some plantations of rice and cotton in the outskirts of a port city called Charleston in South Carolina and in the Downtown Charleston I opened some brothels disguised as pubs, remember that were the regular business of the family and the more important source of my wealth but a taboo in the English puritan people and of course a crime for the law.

At first, I traveled there a few times, traveling by boat was hell for a vampire, however, my trips increased from the moment I tasted the blood of the women there, they blood were intoxicating and a delight on the lips, they were an exquisite and unique, they were horny and wild, and the sex was wonderful was easy to be said that my trips to Charleston was only sex and business. However, one day of September 1708 I saw her walking in the street, blue eyes, blonde hair and white skin, her name was Dalia, and she was the daughter of the owner of a plantation of tobacco in north of the city. I can't say that my soul left my body because I don't have one, but there, eighty-four years of her death, Isobel appeared reincarnated as a beautiful American woman. My beloved wife was there, smiling innocently at me.

-Isobel? – I asked, the women look me with surprise and her smile was gone.

-No, I'm Dalia, daughter of Mr. Donovan, owner of Donovan Place in the north of the city -she said -Who's Isobel? – she asked with curiosity.

-Oh! I'm sorry miss, I confused you with a familiar face, my name was Harold – I answered.

-Ah! I know who you are, Mr. Harold the mystery man – she smiled -but you're not look so old to be called a mister and so dark to be called a mystery man –

What can I say, there was the smile that took my breath away so many years ago and in a very curious situation. Who could tough that I would find the reincarnation of my late wife in a woman in other side of the ocean. For a vampire, lucky was nothing and there is no god who dictated the destiny of others but there in the form of Dalia, Isobel smiled to me once again. Dalia was about to say something when another woman called her and with one last smile she left. You can imagine that my stay in Charleston was no longer as short as on other occasions and I extended my trip indefinitely, after all I had the money and the means to do it, after my first night suddenly something hidden in the depths of me woke up again just like many years ago, a feeling abrasive and wild just like the first time Isobel masturbated me. Was a desire to possess and claimed the girl as mine and there would be nothing and no one that could stop me. You see when that happened with Isobel the circumstances were different and I was different too, now I was not only an ordinary person like Dalia or other citizen, now I was a vampire, and my emotions were different too. Dear reader there is a confession I wanted to make, I was hoping for more time to maintain the secret, but Dalia came to the history, and I can't keep it hidden anymore. One of the many disadvantages of being a vampire was that emotions are not the same as in a normal person, thanks to the extrasensory abilities I had, all emotions are intensified during acts that obviously require many emotions like sex. But why I mentioned the sex among all the possible acts that intensify emotions, well that's the catch. It turns out that as a vampire all my emotions they intensified to the maximum when I had sex and what I'm about to tell you may terrify you but it's the truth: All the prostitutes and women who had sex with me are nothing more than part of a long list of deaths in my journey as a vampire. The way to do it was very simple, I selected a girl, sometimes consciously and sometimes randomly, then I fucked with her until my desire and lust ended and when the climax is about to reach us was game over for her, taking advantage of her ecstasy I bite his neck violently and without mercy and suck every single drop of blood in her. I know you must be very scared by what you just read, and it is valid, but although the truth is terrifying, it is the truth and that is what should matter at the end of the day, I was a predator and they were my prey, as simple as that.

I can bet that facts are not mentioned in that way in the books that talks about of us but for some reason we are considered predators, our instincts were murderous and relentless, we are bloodthirsty monsters that need blood to live and be satisfied. We do not distinguish nobody when hunger was strong in us and if you take the emotions intensified by acts like sex or hunt or stress or rage the destiny of the victim was sealed. For years have been very few books or relates that describe our real nature and deny or affirm myths about us, one of that was the emotions, probably everybody thinks that us vampires were emotionless, cold and heartless but that bullshit. We was normal people before being a bloodthirsty monsters, we was people who felt pain, hunger, anger, stress, happiness, sadness and other emotions before dying and being turned into that, emotions in us don't leave with the curse of being a vampire on the contrary to everything that was said, we are normal people with a curse and like other people we need to eat and fuck and sleep and all the things a normal people usually do.

Daphne stopped reading shocked by everything she had read so far. Suddenly terror began to invade her completely and she highly doubted that the darkness of the library at that moment was to blame for it. Her heart was a bomb ready to explode, Tracey was already gone, and she was all alone, but the reading was so impressive that time did not matter, the story of the vampire Harold was incredible. All the facts were amazing from the muggle history part to all the information about the vampires including all those sexual and erotic experiences. Every word, every fact, the way of expressing his feelings through a couple of sentences was so addictive, when she was ready to leave something in the history of Harold came to her mind: The death of Isobel the late wife of Harold. Isobel died from a mystery illness, but the symptoms were like those of the curse that Tracey and she were investigating. However, it was impossible that Isobel's illness was the same curse, to begin with, she was a muggle and the curse they studied only affected wizards and if it could be thought that some relative of the Potter family had put a spell on her Harold had been very specific in his story and had never mentioned that any member of the family was wizards.

The curse she and Tracey investigated was an ancient curse usually thrown between wizards after a battle, but some investigations claimed that the curse the curse manifests itself spontaneously and the symptoms were very specific and complicated. The cursed wizard died after all his magic, strength and life left him in a slow, agonizing and painful way. The curse was so old that many frustrated investigators left the work incomplete and gave up, but when Madame Tonks came to the classroom one day and exposed some curses to study, Daphne takes the job without hesitation. She was Daphne Greengrass, and she was the one, she had graduated first in her preparation course for the premier healing program at St. Mungo's. If someone was to solve that, she would be.

She prepared to leave and with a simply move of her wand put all his things in his bag. She took Harold's Diary, put it in her handbag and started to go. Was midnight and time to go home, when was midway she stopped, she was thoughtful for a second and after a wave of her wand and a single book flew towards her quickly.

-Demons or Vampires – she read the title of the book, smiling she gave another wave of his wand, and the book was turned into a coin that she quickly put in his pants pocket. Hours after that in the comfort of her bed, there was another wave of her wand, and she transformed the coin back into the book and began to read.

For years the study of the vampire race was a mystery, some great wizards like Albus Dumbledore have been very cautious when dealing with them. But in the end is easy to say that vampires are dark creatures in the magic world just like the werewolves which are classified as extremely dangerous beasts.

The vampire is a creature that suck blood from other species, especially wizards or muggles and sometimes other animals like them to survive and be immortal. Some myths say that if you are bitten by them, you can become one but many magizoologists said that being a vampire is like a dementor or a dragon, you are born being one, there are no contagious bites like werewolves or curses like necromancy to make you one. Vampires are dangerous beasts and if you cross with one the best thing is sending magic to them like sunlight or fire to eliminate them. Remember if you kill a creature like them there is no crime to be persecuted for the Ministry and maybe you will be awarded for doing the correct thing to do. Vampires are bad and the world be better without them.

In Britain the are few but many of this creatures lives in the dark forests of Rumania…

Daphne stopped her reading, that book was racist and extremely prejudiced to vampires, but it didn't surprise her, after all the magical world was like that, excessively racist and full of prejudices. The writers of the book could easily be purebloods because of their derogatory way of talking about other magical beings and well, looking at the name of the authors and seeing the name of Dolores Umbridge solved the whole dilemma. Dolores said that vampires were beasts like a dragon or a unicorn, but in her handbag, Daphne had a diary that said the opposite, according to Harold vampires are normal people that after they took bad decisions was converted in vampires not creatures born like that, they are people like us and muggles, they had a life, They were people just like the wizards or the muggles, they were people who lived their lives with the same problems as the wizards and who, despite having a complicated condition, were like any other person a husband, a father, a son to another person. The book Demons or Vampires written for Umbridge was a prejudiced text and if she hadn't read Harry's story, that's what she would call him from now on, Harold was a weird name.

Leaving that book alone, with a quick wave of his wand she checked the time and bit her lip, there were still a couple of hours before fatigue forced her to sleep and her shift at St. Mungo's didn't start until the next night, so she took Harry's diary out of her handbag and decided to continue reading something more interesting than the racist comments of a prejudiced witch. Harry and Dalia's story was very intriguing, and she wanted to know what happened.

Vampires are beings with the only condition of being prisoners of a curse that turned us into bloodthirsty murderers when the hunger went beyond any understanding. We were not beings willing to kill just for the sake of it, as many books say we do. We kill only when hunger is immense, not just because. Over the years I have found many stupid things written in books about us but none of them are right. A while ago I read something that shocked me, some modern vampires have found a way to survive by sucking blood without having to kill their victim and if I that was disturbed by that, when I read that some took blood without even needing to bite someone I almost took on the task of looking for them and exposing them to the sun, they don't deserve to be called vampires. Although Harold Potter the mortal is still attached to my bones as are his human emotions, Harold the vampire understands what he is and what he was voluntarily created for, I was turned into this, to live eternally feeding on the blood of other beings. through murder. However, although we live prisoners of our lowest instincts when it comes to eating, we are part of society, and we can't live in an uncivilized way. We had the obligation to behave and live under the social statuses of the time, respecting the laws and being careful when it came to, as I said, murder to eat.

The way I hunted and fed myself was perhaps dangerous for women but in a certain way for society friendly, gone were the nights stalking innocents at night on the streets of York and murder them, now I just had to choose a girl I liked or who was the prostitute on duty and that was it, I am not going to deny that my hunting instinct was totally suppressed, sometimes the nights on the streets of London or the Kensington neighborhood were all mine and If someone no matter who was, crossed my path, well, I hoped they was at peace with their god because they was about to meet him. However, with the maturity of the curse I discovered that I had the ability to abstain from constantly drinking blood sometimes. Abstinence was something complicated to do and an impressive torture, almost like suicide but no matter what my nature as a vampire demanded, it was a relief to do so. Maybe you don't believe what I'm about to tell you but pass unnoticed in the sixteenth century was impossible with many battles and wars all over the place, the fierce competition to show who is the best among all the European nations and the race to see who had the most colonies in America, Asia or Africa was impressive and the smallest detail could not be overlooked by anyone, not even for the rich and powerful like me. Hiding my condition and controlling my hunger was a relief to me.

Wow! I'm sorry I lost track of what I was telling you, Where I was? ah yes! Charleston 1709 and Dalia, well her apparition on my life was a shock for me so my mission was to get as close as I could to the Donovan family. Two weeks after our first encounter and I was drinking with Mr. Donovan in his study in the famous Donovan Place. But What allowed me to get there? Well, I had bought all the next production of tobacco that Oliver Donovan had to offer with the promise of taking care of all the paperwork and permits to import it to Great Britain. A big bonus for him and a big deal for me, but didn't matter, the important was to get close to Dalia.

-I am very pleased to let you know that despite your youth you are a great businessman – Oliver said sipping a cup of whiskey -I never in my life thought that my rival in the cotton business would be an excellent partner in the tobacco business –

-As you know mister Donovan the… - I was saying when he interrupted me.

-Oliver, Mr. Potter, Oliver… - he said.

-Well as you know Oliver, I'm the owner of many pubs and speaking in complete confidence and secrecy brothels in every corner of London, the tobacco is not competition with opium however many Spanish deserters came to England, and I don't know but is very addictive to them – I said

That was a lie, the tobacco was not a big deal in Europe, although it was very common among the Spanish colonies, it was not profitable at all. Tobacco popular in my pubs? ha! That were a fucking lie but in love games everything is permitted. Oliver was a pig, a chubby man who enjoyed beating his wife, mistreating his daughter and blatantly fuck his slaves, but in the end, he was a powerful man in the colonies and a great ally. However, like the other lords in Britain Colonies they believed everything someone said about England, the communication was so bad that they took all like true.

-That's wonderful to hear, but in other interesting topics, James Levison from Beaufort said that the brothel in Downtown Charleston was exciting and had two French girls that do interesting thing with their tongues, it is true? – his voice was full of lust.

-I don't try my own menu Oliver – another lie -but I selected the very best of England and all over the world –

-Interesting, how much can you pay to buy my useless daughter? – He said as he leaned forward showing his disgusting teeth in a sinister smile -she is a beautiful woman, useless and stupid but a vagina ready to be the success of one of your brothels –

-I think I didnt understand your question Oliver- I said, suddenly a rage was awake in me and all the Isobel history resonated in my head.

-Don't be so daft Harold, and don't insult my intelligence – he said with a rare tone -to a man that lives selling women to other men like whores in a fucking brothel my proposition shouldn't be strange to you my friend- he continued, I was speechless -you see, I ever wanted a son not a fucking woman, what I can do with a stupid girl?, sitting around to wait for some idiot to come along to fuck my daughter like a rabbit and after she's full of bastards, he gets all my wealth?, not in my watch, to me Dalia is like the other products in my plantations only a good business and that's all - a fucking bastard in all his glory.

-Very Well- I told him as I answered him with all the anger in the world -What's your fucking price? – he only smiles like a cat catching a mouse.

-Simple, I want your new plantation in Beaufort, the twenty percent in the next cotton pitch and only for fucking you a box of the best whisky that Scotland has to offer – he said in a funny tone, I was on the verge to attack him and suck all his blood -if you pay that price, Dalia Donovan will be yours – he extended his hand to me.

-Done! - I took his hand and after a great show I left.

You're probably wondering why that pig didn't ask me for money in exchange for Dalia, well, the official currency or coin like you wanted to say, didn't in the colonies until 1751. The wealth of all the colonies' lords was based on their possessions such as land, plantations, businesses, objects, slaves and sometimes, as in this case, a son or daughter. In the case of Dalia, specifically speaking of the role that women played in those years, well everything was different from how you know it now. In those years the woman only played one role to the society: an object. They were destined to be fucked, have children's and pass all their days in a house tending their husbands, lords o owners. It didn't matter if women could be queens, princesses or duchesses, their role was perfectly defined for everyone, but, if a woman was lucky enough to be born into a royal family or be part of a filthy rich family, her role could be different, but equally complicated.

Those years the feminism didn't exists like today and the woman rarely held interesting or influential positions in the society unless you were a queen. For me and after Isobel, I admit with shame, the role of the woman was to be a beautiful specimen to fuck and eat, and just like the other men I belittled their role. A sad situation if you were born being a woman those years. Isobel and Dalia were born to repeat the same situation with their fathers, and I only would think oh! The life is so fucking cruel and twisted. Both women were born in bad family, sorry, I'm going to rectify what I just wrote they were born in a complicated family. I can't say that there were good or bad families because the eighteenth century was extremely difficult for all social classes. The lines between a good or bad life were very tiny for all of us and it was easy to think that if a beggar could sell his soul for be rich, he did it, if a cow owner could sell his cow for a single kiss from a woman, he did it and if a king want to show the world he were powerful invading other countries he did it. In the eighteenth century you only could be a poor individual or a rich one but only that. If you didn't have a job, invented something, were a lord or were important to society you are good as nothing.

The deal with Oliver was closed and Dalia was now my property and that fucking pig richer than the day before. With no more issues to attend in Charleston the journey back to London was ready and Dalia was with me so there wasn't more business to me in Britain' Colonies. The journey was a nightmare to Dalia, she didn't believe her father was bad enough to sell her to be a prostitute and her mother hadn't said nothing about, but the truth was so beautiful and cruel at the same time and Dalia accepted her fate firmly despite leaving behind twenty years of his life. Unlike Isobel, Dalia came to the family like a distant cousin of the Lord of Potter's House, that was the only solution I found to say, the simple fact that her father had sold her to be a prostitute to brothel, a place that didn't exist for the puritan society of England, they say that prostitution was a crime punished with all the wrath of their God. So, Dalia was another member of the family, and I had a new cousin to present at the society.

After a few days the same woman who took my breath away was back and her life in the Kensington House was easy and relaxing, after all her life in Britain' Colonies was not so different. Two years after, 1710, Dalia took the same place as Isobel years ago and she became my partner and confident, in other words, my companion or girlfriend. For me that was a hell because of the comparation between both Isobel and Dalia, it was mental battle to select a winner of which was a better companion but, in the end, each one of they were a winner in their own way. The sexual games between Dalia and myself were amazing but when the sex is involved on a relationship the things tend to be spicier and you are forgetting something about me, I was a vampire, and my instincts were not the same as a normal lover. So, one night Dalia took the initiative and took the game to another level and when the kisses were intense and when I was distracted by that, she threw me on the bed and her mouth quickly went to search for something different to do, for me was a surprise move and for her well, the dices were filled. All my emotions came to the light wild and aggressive, you see, with Dalia' arrival into my life, some things had to change for me, one of these things was hide my condition as a vampire and take blood abstinence to the maximum. Without knowing it and considering my role like Lord in addition to my new role as a bland and sweet lover incredibly the need blood thing it was not as insistent as other times and although every so often, I escape to do my thing, there were more days without doing it. That was incredible and awesome to me, but happiness always came with a price, and it is very high to be paid. So, Dalia was playing with her tongue in my cock and all reason was gone to me. I fucked her one, twice I don't remember how many times I fucked her, but when our bodies were on the verge of climax and her lips began to pronounce a sweet "I love you", I bite violently her neck, suck all her blood and murder her without mercy, her blood was exquisite, full of desire, lust and love so addictive and I was so lost in my emotions that I didn't measure the consequences, and I didn't really care, I was a vampire and blood was my weakness. When my senses came to life again, the scene was a disaster, she lay cold in my arms, her life was gone and her eyes still open by surprise. That night the Death came to spit in my face and take revenge for my immortality taking with her who until that moment was my companion, if you would think the Death are only a dark entity and just that, well you are so wrong about that, Death was a vengeful bitch that would find the most unexpected moment to take her revenge.

Yet I don't regret anything I did, that was my nature as vampire and I'm accepted it as it is, I was a bloodthirsty killer and that's my curse and until today I don't regret anything, I am what I am, and I'm accept that without remorse or repentance. Surprised? Found this repulsive? Are you sad for Dalia? I don't care what you feel or think. I'm a vampire and I'm proud of that. What means Dalia' death to me? Well, I am going to miss her company but only that, I didn't love her, I didn't need her, she was only the companion for that moment and that's it. I think my heart didn't feel love for someone or maybe I haven't found anyone who, like Isobel, earns it. Maybe Dalia was the reincarnation of my late wife but in the end she was not her.

Daphne let the diary fall from her hands, she was trembling, and all his body had goosebumps. The history was so vivid that she was scared, her eyes were looking in the dark of her room ready to see Harry jump and attack her. She was not an easily scared witch, but the reading was so dark, and Harry were so fearsome that was not impossible to feel something like that. In that specific case she can agreed with all the books saying that vampires were fearsome and cruel individuals but vampires where not creatures like those books says, vampires are normal people prisoners of a curse just like the werewolves, but werewolves only transformed in the full moon, vampires were in transformation all the time and that was scary although only used their powers when the hunger or blood need invaded their bodies.

The fatigue finally came, and she prepared to sleep but her mind couldn't stop thinking about Harry, he was cruel and brutal but what vampire don't was like that? In the end his history was interesting and although she didn't like the form of how Harry or the society talks about women and she was on the verge of stop the reading for that when she remembered that women start to take more important roles on the twentieth century and was no hard to believe what Harry said, was the eighteenth century after all. Apart from that, has there ever been a world without discrimination and prejudice? The magic world was the example of that, she reckoned today magic world didn't had something to envy the old world, the role of muggleborns or the halfbloods was not different like the woman in the eighteenth century softer maybe but full of bigotry in the end.

With a wave of her wand, she made appear a parchment and with other complex waves letters came to life in that parchment and a timeline appeared. Harold "Harry" Potter born in 1598 when Elizabeth the First was the queen, he knew Isobel in 1619 and married her in 1624, he died and took the vampire condition in 1625. He disappeared in 1661 and came again in 1702 when Great Britain was formed and ironically another woman ruled. In the end all was so exciting, so many historical facts, so many years, it could not be denied that it was amazing that a person, in this case a vampire, lived so many years and captured that in a story told in the first person.

And she must confess, not only the historical facts were interesting, but the personal history of Harry was also so addictive, she was totally caught up by the drama of his life, his love life, his feelings or his thoughts but his life being a vampire were attractive too, there was so many facts about being a vampire in his history that if she decided publish a investigation of that she going to be so prestigious like any other magizoologists in the magic world. Well, that was a lie, with all the bigotry and discrimination in the magic world her work maybe going to send her to Azkaban for defending vampires. But in the end Harry describes facts about being a vampire that refuted many assertions published actually in the magic world the more important was vampires where not creatures, beasts or animals but the contrary were fearsome individuals you don't want to know in their less friendly side and like us eat, feel, love, rage and everything else but with a little detail, they don't die like us and that's all.