The time quest

Vampires and werewolves

Holly walked to her newly owned building with a bit more bounce in her step.

A sense of peace followed her step, she was no longer Holly Potter the Girl-who-lived, granted she, or rather her name was still "famous" if the blond man at the bank whipping his head around at her name was any indication, but no longer would she be known for something she did as a child and had absolutely no control over.

And that felt better than that one time she had left Umbridge in the hands of very angry centaurs. That was still one of the best days of her life, walking around without anyone hounding her or searching her face for her scar was better, never could she have dreamed of such a thing.

In all her newfound freedom she failed to register the blond man from the bank following her.

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The pub was cold and dark, the lighting was dim, yet the occupants didn't seem to mind, in fact, they seemed to flourish under such conditions.

It was a typical evening, the vamps were playing poker in the darkest corner of the dingy room and a few lonely werewolves were sitting at the bar lamenting their sad lives, a mixed group of "dark creatures" were smoking in the back, the irritating light show of next door's for sale sign lighting up the space with rays of joyful colours, the lights looking completely out of place.

Only today was different, not ten minutes ago the sign stopped flashing the obnoxiously coloured lights disappeared from the pub, returning it to its original dinginess.

And then the door opened, and a woman appeared, if not for the lack of red eyes she could have easily passed for a vampire.

Immediately all eyes turned towards her, not because she was a witch, but because of unmistakable aura of death that seemed to surround her and envelop each and every person in the pub.

Never had they felt such beautiful and raw power, power that resembled their own greatly.

They were all creatures of the dead and had they not known better, they would've assumed that she was death herself.

They practically had hearts in their eyes.

One particularly ballsy vampire stood up from the poker table and asked what they all were thinking

"Who are you?"

"I am Lady Holly Peverell, your new neighbour."

Eyes darkened, smiles of absolute delight were brought on to their faces. Wizards may have forgotten, but vampires lived for a long time, they knew the significance of that name, they knew what it meant and those who didn't could read the room.

A Peverell, the last and only necromantic family had resurfaced and graced them with her presence,

and what a presence it was.

Then the last portion of her sentence registered.

"You bought the building next door, my Lady?" The bartender asked with curiosity

"Yes I plan on opening my potions store next door I have recently come up with a cure to Dragon Pox and was hoping to manufacture it and sell it to St-Mungo's" She said without bothering to hide her smirk

"That was actually the reason I was here for. I'm in need of workers and was wondering if you could spread the word" she said with a devastating wink to the bartender.

At her words, many of the occupants of the pub perked up. It was no secret that it was impossible for them to find work with the current politico-social climate and bigoted laws in place.

"If any of you are interested, you can show up at my shop next week, I'm sure I'll find you something to do"

They all seemed to be hanging on to her every word and even as she left with her cloak billowing dramatically behind her, they all sat seemingly enraptured by her, many of them sporting thoughtful and hopeful expressions for the days to come as they didn't seem nearly as dark anymore.

The blond man watched as one by one, the once fearsome dark creatures turned into putty at her words.

How did she do it?

All he knew was that he was fascinated by her and apparently everyone else was too. He didn't know how to feel about that, all he knew was that seeing them all look at her like that made his blood boil. But he had chosen to ignore that specific bit of information since it made absolutely no sense whatsoever. he found her fascinating, yes. Interesting, yes. useful yes, but that he was attracted to her? no, absolutely not.

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Holly apparated home with a huff

She should've known that they would react to her that way!

Of course, those vampires were attracted to her, she was the mistress of death and they were, for all intents and purposes, dead.

She was honestly surprised they hadn't tried to jump her.

Oh well, all in a day's work.

Besides that bit of unfortunate planning, she thought that it had gone rather well. Many of them seemed interested in working for her and she was pretty certain that when she went into work the next week many of them would be present.

With an exhausted sigh, she conjured a squishy armchair and sat down 

"Kippy!" She called

"Could you-" But the elf had already appeared out of thin air with a bottle of firewhisky in hand and poured her mistress a glass.

"Thank you Kippy you always know exactly what I need. Do you want any for yourself?"She asked?

Kippy made a long dramatic sigh and conjured herself her own armchair and made herself a glass as Holly watched on in amusement,

"Kippy's had a long long day"

"Well you could take a day off you know", the glare that she got in return from the elf showed her just how insulted she was at the mere suggestion of a break. It made Holly laugh.

Today had been a good day, no one knew who Holly Potter was, 

They would only know Holly Peverell.

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