Dark Angelus

He contemplated the mystery dream bite, it was completely wrong. Two puncture wounds on top of that it was too high up. Any vampyr would go lower to where the artery was closest to the skin and easiest to get to. Also there’s more room down there, easier to rip into and widen. Definitely fucked is what he was, he found himself waking up at four in the morning and couldn’t go back to sleep. He finally got up and wandered down to the common room where he sat before the slow fizzing embers. Today was Saturday so he didn’t have to worry about class or anything. Real vampyrs don’t disintegrate in the sun and they aren’t allergic to holy items of any kind. But they can only be killed by beheading or a puncture of the heart. The heart is the main organ of the vampyr, the one muscle that feeds blood to the rest of the body and so the most important. Also immortality, super strength and other senses was what made the Vampyr a superior hunter of the magical world. He growled in frustration and went down to the dungeons where Snape was cleaning up after his fourth year tutoring session. He sat down and waited for the tall, dark professor to finish.

“I was hoping you would stop by. I’ve been meaning to look up information on the real vampyrs but you are a more…direct source,” Snape turned back around to his favorite student.

“Father never told you about us?” Draco leaned forward, putting his arms on the wooden table before him.

“He was too busy saving the world and being in love with Narcissa,” Snape grumbled, sitting down across from him.

“Well, where do I start?” Draco asked.

“How much did your father tell you?” Snape asked.

“Everything, he wanted me to be prepared when I turned 17,” Draco answered then took a deep breathe. “I know you’ve done a lot to try and ease my hunger pain and I’ve been so wrapped up in it that I’ve neglected to explain about my own species.”

“Now is as good a time as any,” Snape leaned forward in earnest.

“There are two types, the Vampyrs and the vampires. The Vampyr are the true vamps, the originals. They are the most powerful, holy water, day time, nothing but destruction of the heart or decapitation would stop them. They are strong, you’ve seen me at work on a good day. Vampires are what everyone writes about, little more than humans with fangs, they have a slight advantage with strength but they can go up in flames and ash in the daytime, subject to castings, spells and holy items of any kind. They are weak and powerless compared to the Vampyr,” Draco explained.

“So what are we dealing with?” Snape asked.

“Vampyr, if it was just a few vampires, I would have taken care of them already, no problem but we’re dealing with something extremely powerful. I don’t like it,” Draco answered.

“I see,” Snape murmured thoughtfully.

“I’ve also been under attack, I don’t know what or who it could be,” Draco brought up and explained his mystery bite which had already healed.

“I don’t know what to make of that either, I’m lacking in the magical creatures category and I would hate to send you to that oaf Hagrid,” Snape curled his lip in disgust which Draco nodded distractedly to.

“No, I have another person who could help me and would be ten times more competent than Hagrid,” Draco stood up, an idea dropping onto his head.

“What?” Snape asked as Draco moved to the door.

“Granger, she’ll know exactly,” Draco said before dashing out the door.

“I don’t quite like that idea,” Snape called to the empty doorway but Draco was already a flight of stairs away.

He slammed into the common room where Hermione was working on an essay for Arithmancy. She looked up at him as he sat down across from her. He studied her for a while, trying to see if she was ready to talk to him on civil terms.

“Are you a Vampyr or a vampire?” She asked finally as their staring contest ended, she blinked first.

“Quarter Vampyr,” Dracon answered.

“That’s the original race, right?” She continued.

“Correct, I need your help,” he said, she smirked evilly.

“Well, seems like we’re both in need of each other’s services,” Hermione leered, Draco rolled his eyes.

“You’re fucking gorgeous Granger, why do you need me to get laid?” He exclaimed.

“Because I hate you,” she simply replied, Draco sputtered.

“That usually means I’m out of the running,” he ground out.

“No, that means nothing will come of our tryst, it will be a one night stand so I can get on with my school year,” she answered in a rational voice.

“You bookish women are something else,” Draco shook his head.

“So?”

“We’ll see but you have to agree to help me,” he held out his hand to her, she shook it.

“Now what is it?” She asked.

“I need your help…” Draco rambled off the events leading up to now including his lineage and all his suspicions.

“Sounds like something a Vampyr would do,” she sat back.

“What do you mean?” He looked puzzled.

“A Vampyr can suck the life force out of a victim with out ever touching them. It’s mostly done between a very old Vampyr and their younger fledglings. They crave the power of a Vampyr, especially a Vampyr that hasn’t tasted mortal human blood. The life force isn’t tainted by mortals you see but the cravings eat away at a Vampyr, they may go insane if the blood is withheld for too long. They become part of the Blood Clan,” she explained, pulling out a book from her bag, it was ancient and from the restricted section.

“I didn’t know Hogwarts had something like this,” Draco breathed.

“I didn’t get it from the restricted section,” Hermione smirked up at him. “When we last had our encounter…I ordered this from a bookseller I know very well in Hogsmeade,” she explained.

“I’ll have to get the name later on,” Draco replied, flipping through the ancient tome.

“So whoever I’m sensing is sucking energy out of me?” Draco looked up to confirm with Hermione.

“Basically, they must be drawn to you. You said something about your father fighting the Blood Clan before turning to the Dark Lord?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah, he was called the Dark Angelus,” Draco answered.

“Have there been others like your family?” Hermione probed deeper.

“I don’t think so, our type usually…dies out quickly,” realization started to dawn on his features.

“There’s got to be a reason why, maybe they were all killed off incase something like your father happened but he managed to live past all of that,” Hermione mused.

“No, my father said something about us being stronger than most Vampyrs, it’s why we’re such a danger…because we’re near invincible but that doesn’t explain me. I can do things any normal Vampyr would do now,” Draco frowned in thought some more.

“You also said something about cravings…maybe the human blood does something for you,” Hermione offered, Draco shrugged.

“It’s one explanation,” Draco replied, thinking it over.

“Maybe you should try it,” Hermione leaned forward with a grin on her face, Draco leaned back.

“I don’t think so,” he said as he stood up to leave.

“Wait, we had a deal here,” she protested.

“Yeah, I said we’ll see, I never really agreed to anything,” Draco smirked back at her then walked back up to his room, leaving a fuming Hermione behind.