The Inkeeper

Chapter 1

Dimitriv couldn't help but blink at what he was seeing in this totally ordinary and quite frankly boring neighbourhood. He had been here for a meeting with some other vampires, who were using the cover of this suburban neighbourhood to appear as people constantly working a night shift.

Giving them the ability to blend in seemingly with the Muggle population here, but also be able to live without fear at being persecuted by the Wizards, who in recent years, had forgotten all about the Olde Ways and the way them and their creature cousins were linked in ways lost forever.

Sighing, he couldn't help but take a peak at the bundle left out on the doorstep, and when it moved, he didn't think twice about picking it up. His non-beating heart froze as he realised a child had been left here, on this doorstep at the start of Winter, on a cold and frozen November morning.

Shaking his head, he couldn't believe that someone would do this to a babe, even more so when he could feel magic, potent magic at that, coming off of the child. All the while the house the child was laying didn't even smell of it, stank of Muggles before anything else.

Hearing something crunch, he found a letter tucked within the folds of the blanket wrapped around the baby, recognizing the handwriting and sneering at it.

It wasn't that surprising that the Old Fool was caught up in this, ever since rumour spread that he had been the witness of a prophecy most of the creature community was making themselves ready to hide.

The old man didn't make it a secret what he thought about the creature community, and would love to have it eradicated, even if doing so would cost him his magic (not that he knew that - the heretic).

Curiosity won out in the end, making him open the letter, and sneer even more, to know that he had condemned an innocent family to death, all so his so-called prophecy could come to fruition. There hadn't been a real seer for ages, at least not in the lines known for them - as they held too much human blood to manifest the gifts given to them by their ancestors.

But this babe, which he held in his hands, was prophesied to be the Savior of the World.

He scoffed, unless Mother Magic appeared in front of him at this very moment, he didn't believe one for one second that the so-called prophecy Dumbledore heard was real.anyhow - but most likely a ploy to put an end to the support the Dark Lord had been gathering.

Thinking about the young wizard, for he was still young compared to Dimitriv, hurt - he had been so promising, accepting the blessing Mother Magic had bestowed upon him. Only to have it taken away by a delusional Old Fool.

Looking back at the baby, he couldn't help but see the resemblance the baby had with the Potter child, so Dumbledore had the Potter couple acting as bait, killing both of them and was now leaving their child alone with Muggles.

Shaking his head, he couldn't believe the old man was so blinded by the lies he believed that he would chance a magical child getting killed in a muggle household, as had been happening since the time of the founders.

It was one of the reasons the school had been founded in the first place, to give those with Muggle parents, or guardians, a place to stay - away from their abuse, and the chance that they would lose another one of their children to the narrow mindness of Muggles.

This seemed to be something the Old man was incapable of comprehending. That by allowing children to stay with Muggles, was to condemn part of a generation, as some of them would never make it back. Making sure they had a family to turn back to, who were magical, should be prioritised. But with the ruling body not up to date with rules existing since the start of magical civilisation, there was nothing they could do about it.