The Fangs of Regret: A Vampire's Redemption

Chapter 1

No fancy name or any dates (I'm lazy.)

Again ALL CREDITS GO TO J.K ROWLING! I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS!¡ AND THIS IS FOR FUN.!¡

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Harriet Potter:

Walking through the dark and shadowy night, I suddenly stopped in my tracks. Peering around, I could see no one, but I had a distinct feeling that someone was there. Shaking off the sensation of being watched, I continued my journey through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Yes, you read that right. I am a witch. Who goes to a wizarding school, I know it may be hard to believe, but let me explain. My name is Harriet, full name Harriet Lilith Potter, and I am a student at the mystical boarding school known as Hogwarts. I was born with magical blood, inherited from my magical lineage. Of course, I'm an orphan.

My parents were taken away from me when I was just a year old. Their lives were tragically cut short by a malevolent wizard known as Voldemort. This nefarious individual invaded our home with malicious intent, ultimately ending my parents' lives. The reason for this heinous act was his relentless pursuit of me. I managed to narrowly escape, but the harrowing ordeal left me with a distinctive lightning-shaped scar etched on my forehead.

I proceeded down the dimly lit hallway, the abandoned walls looming over me as I navigated the eerie surroundings. A sense of unease crept over me with each step, especially as the sound of footsteps echoed through the quiet corridor. Fearing the unknown, I instinctively reached for my wand and cast the spell "Lumos," illuminating the tip with a radiant light that pierced through the darkness, offering a sense of reassurance and clarity.

The light revealed faded and tattered portraits adorning the walls, each one seemingly frozen in a deep slumber. Some bore the marks of age and neglect, with stains and tears marring their visages. Despite the unsettling atmosphere, my curiosity got the better of me, compelling me to venture further into the mysterious corridor.

Surveying the peculiar surroundings, I couldn't help but mumble, "This is a strange place," as I observed the silent, enigmatic portraits that adorned the walls.

As I strolled through the dimly lit hallways, I couldn't help but notice the eerie silence that seemed to permeate the air. The portraits lining the walls looked as though they had been savagely attacked by some unknown force, their once elegant features now marred by deep, claw-like scratches.

As I paused to examine one particularly mangled portrait, I found myself inexplicably drawn to the claw marks etched into the wall nearby. Running my fingers lightly over the rough grooves, I couldn't shake the feeling that something malevolent had been at work.

Just as I was about to move on, my wand light suddenly flickered and died, plunging me into darkness. With a sense of unease creeping over me, I hastily muttered the incantation for light. "Lumos," I whispered, and to my immense relief, the warm glow of my wand illuminated the hallway once more.

My relief was fleeting as a menacing growl shattered the silence, sending shivers down my spine. I trembled with fear, wondering what lurked behind me. A beast? A monster? I couldn't discern the source of the terrifying sound.

Without a second thought, I sprinted away with all the speed I could muster. However, my efforts were futile as it swiftly closed in on me. In a heartbeat, it seized me by the neck, pinning me against the wall with an unyielding force that caused me to drop my wand.

My wand was still lit as I peered at the creature that had attacked me. Eager to identify my assailant, I focused and soon realized the truth wasn't a beast or a monster, but a human. "Malfoy!?" I exclaimed.

Draco Malfoy, whose full name is Draconis Lucius Malfoy, was my arch-nemesis. Our rivalry began in our first year at Hogwarts. I first encountered him in Madam Malkin's robe shop, where his demeanor immediately reminded me of my cousin Dudley Dursley. On the Hogwarts Express, he insulted my new friend Ron Weasley and attempted to befriend me, but I rebuffed his overtures and insulted him in return. Thus began our long-standing enmity, which has persisted since we were 11 years old.

As I stood face to face with him, I couldn't help but roll my eyes in exasperation. "Let me go, Malfoy. I'm not interested in playing your games," I asserted with frustration evident in my tone. However, as I studied his features more closely, I noticed something unsettling. His eyes appeared to be an eerie shade of red, and as he bared his fangs - two protruding from his upper gums and another two from his lower - a wave of unease washed over me. What exactly was he?

Despite my efforts to push him away, his grip was unyielding, and panic started to set in. "Malfoy, stop this. Let me go, please," I pleaded, my voice betraying my growing fear. A malevolent smirk crept across his face, and a shiver ran down my spine as anticipation gripped me.

His smile exuded a menacing madness, and as his gaze bore into mine with an intensity that made my blood run cold, he uttered words that petrified me. "Why would I do that when I've found something that belongs to me?"

I stood there, frozen in place, my mind racing with questions. What did he mean? Was he referring to me? I tried to muster a nervous laugh and asked, "What are you talking about?" His laughter grew more intense, taking on a menacing edge. I could feel the tension in the air as I stood before him, watching the unsettling sight of him laughing. Then, to my horror, my wand suddenly gave out, and the comforting light it emitted vanished, leaving me in darkness and uncertainty.

I heard him suddenly stop laughing, and then I felt hot breath on my neck. My body froze, and I was paralyzed with fear. I couldn't move or make a sound. I felt completely helpless and didn't know what to do. All I could manage was a scream for help.
The sudden, sharp pain in my shoulders felt like two relentless fangs boring into my flesh, sending waves of discomfort radiating through my entire body.

I cried out in pain, Screaming bloodshot out as my arch-nemesis dug his fangs into my shoulder. I couldn't see anything but knew, I knew the amount that was dripping down my shoulder, he stopped, and I held my shoulder in pain, I was able enough to push him away and tried to escape, to get out of there but I tripped and fell.

"Did you take a tumble~," Malfoy scoffed with a playful lilt in his voice. "Someone, please help!" I attempted to call out for assistance, but my efforts were futile. No one responded, no matter how loudly I shouted or how desperately I struggled. It seemed as though I had ventured too far into the corridors.

Malfoy chuckled at my futile cries for help. "I'm here to help. Just keep screaming, and I'll follow your voice," he mocked, the sneer evident in his tone. Grasping my ankles, he began dragging me farther down the hallway. The enchanted portraits watched in silent horror, unable to offer aid under the threat of being torn to shreds.

"No! Let go of me!" I pleaded, but my words fell on deaf ears. As I spiraled into darkness, the only sound I could perceive was the grating, derisive laughter of Draco Malfoy.

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This is for fun sorry for not posting on the other story problems with exams and studying.