Hot Vampires
Amaris found herself in a small and dingy shop in knockturn alley.
There was a few different things she needed and hadn't been able to find them in Diagon alley. Remus had warned her not to come down here, saying it was full of bad people who'd do terrible things to her, but she honestly didn't give a shit. She had her magic now, she was far from easy pray and anyone who touched her would find that out.
The shop she was in was called Borgins and burks. She needed to find a diary that didn't allow for others to read, and she had saw a range of diary-like books through the shops windows.
She walked down the isle of books silently, not risking to touch anything. She had turned on her mage sight, and almost every object in the room was clouded with a black mist. Dark magic had a very distinct magical signature, and she knew better than to go around picking dark artefacts up. She wasn't against dark magic, though. She quite liked the way the black tendrils of the magic swirled and latched onto their surroundings. It was oddly calming to watch.
She walked up to a tall book shelf and scanned her eyes across the books that littered it. They looked like diaries , but she didn't want to accidentally take home another devil book like the one she already had in her bag. She just wanted one that she could write down her secrets and plans.
"And what do you think you're doing, brat?" A gruff voice snarled, coming closer.
Amaris turned away from the bookshelf and looked over the the dirty man who she presumed ran the shop.
"I'm looking for something, a diary of sorts"
She replied calmly
"This ain't no place for dairies for little lasses to pansy over boys in, get out before I drag you girl"
"Sir, I fear you have gotten the wrong idea. I'm not looking for an ordinary diary. I need one that will only serve me, one that is warded against prying eyes" she said, a charming smile tugging at her cheeks.
The man looked her up and down, before growling out a "follow me"
She followed the man to the front desk, and he bent down under it and pulled out a stack of diaries.
"These are all I have in stock, though some of them might not be what you're looking for, lass." The man gritted out, an evil smirk playing at his lips that reminded Amaris of the goblins when they spoke of gaining gold.
"And they'll all only open for me?"
The man grunted in response, following it with "some of them send out nasty curses when anyone other than the owner tries to open them, others can only be opened by a password"
Amaris peered at the stack of them, and dragged her finger down each spine, stopping on a book that had a strange magical signature. It was a deep emerald, unlike the others that were clouded in the familiar black. The green magic slithered around the book in an odd fashion, it vaguely looked like a transparent pit of snakes to Amaris.
"That one" she whispered. She was drawn to that diary like a bee to a flower. just Like when she had first used her wand, she knew that this was the diary ment for her.
The shop owner pulled the book from the pile, and let out a humourless laugh. "Doubt this one will get you anywhere girl, it only opens to parseltongue. Had it sitting in the shop for years, only Slytherin descendants can speak the language of the snakes and his line died out 11 years ago"
Amaris let out an airy chuckle, she didn't know why, but she knew that she was a parselmouth. It had been one of the things dumbledore had blocked. She took the book from the shopkeepers hands and ran her fingers over the cover before placing it flat on the counter. It was a deep olive green snake skin design with brass corner protectors and an intricately detailed clasp keeping the book closed tight.
"Open"
The Girl spoke in Parseltongue, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. The books clasp released and Amaris picked up the book to and skimmed through the blanc but yellowing pages.
"I'll take it" she said cheerily
"Who are you?" The man said tensely. No young girl should be speaking Parseltongue, it just wasn't possible.
"No one important, sir" she replied.
Somehow, he doubted that.
"15 galleons, then, if that is all"
"Thank you" the girl chirped, dropping a small sack of coins on the counter before walking out of the shop, parselmouth diary in hand.
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On the way back out of Knockturn, Amaris was grabbed by the arm. She stopped in her tracks, half expecting an angry Lucius Malfoy to be there when she turned around, but instead she came face to face with a snarling man bearing his decaying teeth. Amaris stiffened at the réalisation he was a werewolf. not the chocolate addicted, literature obsessed type of werewolf like Remus; but the mange-ridden children eating monster.
"Get away from me, mutt"
She snapped, attempting to rip her arm out of its grasp. she was not going to let herself be turned by this overgrown dog.
Before she even had the chance to to anything more, the werewolf was being thrown into the nearby brick wall with such a force it was knocked out cold.
Amaris gaped in open shock as a man stepped away from the werewolf, dusting off his hands. "God, I hate those things" the stranger said, turning to look at Amaris.
"You okay there?"
The man asked. His voice was silky and alluring, like a sirens song.
He was extremely handsome with smooth pale skin and long wavy black hair, he couldn't have been any older than 21, Amaris thought.
"I could have handled it" she ground out, feeling stupid that someone had helped her.
"Yeah, I'm sure a pretty little thing like you could have handled a fully grown werewolf the day before a full moon. No need to thank me"
He said sarcastically taking a step or two closer to Amaris.
She quirked her brow
The next thing the man knew, he was dangling upside down 10 feet from the ground, the Young girl standing below him with a cocky smirk and her arms crossed.
She lifted her magic and he dropped to the floor with a thwack.
he somehow didn't get injured but Amaris didn't dwell over it.
"You were saying?" She inquired, a smirk still playing at her plump lips.
He scowled at her from the floor, "yeah okay, okay! You could have handled it" he begrudging admitted.
She bent over and lent a hand to him offering to help him up. He accepted and when he grasped her smaller hand, she felt a wave of goosebumps spread up her arm. He was freezing cold. Once he was fully standing she let go of his hand and started up at him, he was much taller than her, she only stood at 5 foot, though she suspected that had been because of malnutrition. She had been 5'5 in her old life.
"What are you" she asked. No human could be that cold.
Now it was his turn to smirk "tis not obvious?"
"I wouldn't have asked if it was, dickhead"
"Such sharp words coming from such a pretty lady" he said mockingly
"I'm twelve you nonce, answer the question"
He chuckled "asking what I am before even asking for my name, how very impolite"
She turned to walk off, not having time for a strangers bullshit, but he answered before she took a step forward.
"A vampire, and the names Rhydian, if youre curious" his sentence got quieter towards the end, Amaris mused that it sounded like he was shy.
turning back to face him, a curious glint in her eyes she said
"A vampire? Like a 'blah blah blah I want to suck your blood' kind of vampire?!"
"I do not say 'blah blah blah'" he said incredulously.
"You just said it" she retorted
"Wha-?But that only because yo- nevermind" he sighed
She giggled at his frustration
" well mister Rhydian, it was nice meeting you and your vampiric self but I have places to be, dark lords to stop and evil diaries to write in.
thanks for helping me with the wolf man, though I definitely did. Not. Need. Help."
She spat out the last few words with a serious tone, looking him straight in the eyes before returning to her bubbly smile and waving good bye, skipping in the direction back out of the alley.
"You're not going to tell me your name?"
He called after her.
She turned back to look at him before shouting back
"Amaris Potter"