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Hogsmeade Cemetery -September 21, 2020

It was raining; sheets of it fell rapidly over him. It wasn’t the first time that he’d sat out in the rain, but it was the first time that the chill it brought didn’t affect him in the slightest.

He really couldn’t remember what had happened to him.

He looked down at his hands, blood caked his broken fingernails, and the rain was slowly washing it away. His gaze turned to the ravaged mound of dirt and grass to the side of him and he shivered in dread. Broken fragments of wood littered the ground around the mound and he then turned his gaze to the tombstone behind it.

Here lies Neville Longbottom

July 30, 1980 – September 20, 2020

A hollow chuckle racked through him and then he laughed out loud. Was that all the space he was worth? Just his name and a date and - why would they think he was dead in the first place? He was right here, as alive as anything!

The questions were endless, but then flashes of memory crept up on him.

Drinking at the local pub.

Finding his wife, his beautiful wife Ginny, in bed with…no! Neville clawed at the ground as the pain and the sheer horror of the moment came to him again.

Then him stumbling in the darkness, falling over a ravenous dog – wait what – what are you?

The pain of his throat being bitten and torn, hearing his own screams, seeing his blood splatter along the alley walls and then him falling to the ground in a heap.

Flashing manic eyes, elongated fangs and then darkness.

Until now…

Neville blinked at the sights and sounds around him. Everything was so loud now, so much clearer than it had ever been for him before. He began to stand and then gasped as fierce hunger ricocheted off of every facet of his body. He stumbled and held himself up against a tree. His breath hissed out of him as the hunger began to gnaw at him with ruthless accuracy.

“D-Damn,” He rasped out. He slowly but surely made his way towards the lights and sounds of – Hogsmeade, that’s what the place was called. Memories flickered across his mind but he was on a mission, he need to eat something…anything.

His deep brown eyes glowed from within as he watched a beggar slowly make his way into a dark alley. He could smell the filth on him but underneath that, there was the sweet smell of life.

Neville licked his lips, and felt his teeth elongate as he stalked into the alley.

It wasn’t until the beggar’s body was bled dry and in a heap at his feet that the gnawing hunger inside him was silent. He looked at the dead man before him and then he backed away, the relief faded into disgust and he slid down the wall, his eyes never leaving the corpse so close to his feet and he cried.

--

Paris, France

Silver blue eyes snapped open and Draco took a deep breath as he woke. The body of his consort shifted awake behind him. He sat up and looked around, his eyes narrowing and his power unfurling around him.

“Draco?” Harry murmured his voice still husky from sleep.

“Quiet love,” Draco murmured, and extended his senses further passing the French border in Germany and then beyond. As he felt no difference and he was beginning to get irritated until a flicker of newly awoken power flashed within his senses and then disappeared. “Ah, a newborn.”

“Someone Sired a Childe?” Harry asked and Draco nodded.

“It seems so; there was a magickal signature to it.” Draco said. Harry blinked at him.

“A wizard? Witch?”

“I don’t know.” Draco said amused. “All I know is that there is a lot of power in one so young.” Draco stretched and then rose from the bed, picking up his robe and shouldering into it as he did so.

“This has never happened before to you, has it?” Harry asked, “I know it hasn’t. At least not in the last seven years that I’ve been with you.”

“No, this has never happened before.” Draco looked at his consort and then smiled. “I’m calling Soren, take your time love.” He said softly, leaning over and kissing Harry hotly before walking out of the room.

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Manhattan, New York

Soren watched his consorts dance evocatively on the dance floor below him. Every so often he caught a flash of sapphire on both of them, their Signets pulsing in the glittering strobe lights. His own Signet pulsed gently against his neck and he smiled, reveling in the peace that he had felt these past seven years.

Severus and Remus were fitting in beautifully into their roles and he’d come to appreciate their varied insight. He turned to his right and a slight frown began to form as he stared in concern at his Second, Thor.

The Scandinavian was silent, ever graceful and deadly. However, Soren could feel the restless energy crackling around him. He had wondered what was going through his Second’s mind for some time now, but then he smiled secretly to himself because he knew what was wrong with his Childe.

Every now and again the Vampire Council had noticed that some Seconds were not destined to stay at their Lord or Lady’s side for all eternity. Sometimes their power became great enough to hold a Signet of their own.

It seemed that Thor was going to be one of those Seconds. He had become very powerful in the last few years; he rivaled Soren in strength now. Soren sighed sadly, it was time for his Childe to move on and find his own consort, he was happy for him; but that didn’t mean he had to like it.

The ringing of his phone brought him out of his melancholy and he answered promptly a smile on his face. “Draco, it’s been some time.”

“Yes it has, how are you doing?” Draco asked warmly.

“Very well and yourself?”

“Wonderful, Hunter is a fine High Second, and he’s growing increasingly indispensable. I have a question for you.”

“What is it? Is something wrong?”

“Perhaps. I just felt a newborn Childe. It is odd, it’s never happened before. The Childe is quite powerful, but why would he be singled out among all the others created?” Draco sounded puzzled and Soren chuckled; not much caught the High Lord unawares, especially now that he’d found his consort.

“I’ve heard of it happening too certain Vampire Lords before. It turned out that this newborn is destined to become a bearer of a Signet. This person is either going to be a new Lord or Lady or a Consort. Only time will tell.” Draco chuckled good-naturedly for a moment.

“Well, well, seems things are changing for the better then.” Draco sighed sadly, “Ever since Adrianna and Mercedes were taken from us…” Soren still could not believe that Adrianna and Mercedes were gone. Those two had ruled South America for centuries together and Adrianna had just found her Consort, when betrayal in her Court led ultimately to the deaths of them all.

Since then there had been a total of six different vampires who ruled South America and now from reports it looked like there would be a seventh. “I know, hopefully this newborn will save the future of South America.”

“How is Thor? Will you let him go?” Draco never missed much did he? “Of course I don’t, I am High Lord after all.” Soren chuckled.

“He grows increasingly restless.” Soren said quietly as he stared at his Second. “It is almost time to let him go.”

“How much more time do you think he needs?” Draco asked seriously. “No one else that currently holds a Signet, besides South America, is going to let it go anytime soon. He must be ready to take the South American Signet and soon. Otherwise there won’t be a continent left to rule. The factions are getting greedier and greedier and none of their leaders are on par with the power and knowledge that your Second possesses.”

“I know Draco, he’s almost ready. It won’t be too much longer.” Draco said nothing, but he seemed satisfied.

“Tell Sev and Remus that Harry and I both say hello. We expect a visit from you all soon. I am sure you have already planned for someone to take Thor’s place?”

“Yes,”

“Then everything is settled then. I will talk with you later Soren.”

“Goodbye.” Soren murmured and then turned to face Thor. The man was looking at him now. A small smile was curving his mouth.

“Impatient isn’t he?” Thor teased and Soren laughed. He approached him and laid his head against Thor’s chest. This man had been a prince, and then Soren has made him his Childe, then Thor had become his Second, and now…now he was leaving him to become his equal. “Sire…” The sadness in Thor’s voice and the unvoiced questions, statements, and vows that Soren knew Thor was about to make were left unsaid.

“No, Thor, it is time. I just have to let you go.” Soren murmured. Thor sighed and wrapped his arms around his Sire.

“I don’t think I can stay for much longer.” Thor admitted. “It’s getting harder and harder to take your orders and see them through.”

“I understand, you crave your independence, you are chafing under the restrictions that have been set for all Seconds.” Soren smiled up at him. “You will be a marvelous Lord of South America. I am very proud to be your Sire.” Thor smiled and kissed him. When he stepped back and then left without saying anything more, Soren let him go.

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Brazil, South America – January 2022

Thor could feel the rage inside him boiling to the surface. The so-called Lord of South America had turned Adrianna’s beautiful home into a fucking sty. He’d stepped over crack addicts and whores plying their trade as well as some pretty shady vampires. Thor moved stealthily through the house towards the throne room.

When he reached it, he slid the door open carefully and eyed those that were inside with disdain. The man’s name was Jester and he was truly acting like the fool that he was named for. There was no security whatsoever and he and his hulking friends seemed to be jeering at whoever was in the middle of their circle. Thor looked around and saw nothing else that could be used as a weapon, he turned back to focus on his prize.

The Signet was dull against the Jester chest, which was something Thor had never seen before. He shrugged and stalked closer, making enough noise that went against all of his training. Jester turned towards him, as did his ‘inner circle.’

The first one that came at him, received a broken neck for his trouble; it wouldn’t kill him, but it would definitely slow him down. The next two received daggers in the heart, the fourth met his death when Thor sliced his head from his body and the fifth tried to run, but didn’t get very far when Thor cut him down with one deadly arc of his large broadsword.

Jester had paled and fallen to his knees, blubbering.

He begged prettily, but all Thor could see were the dead eyes of his friends, their blood spilt in this very room all for the sake of greed and envy. And the worthless piece of shit in front of him was one of those very same greedy bastards that had made it happen. He killed Jester with no remorse or sympathy. Thor unclasped the Signet and stared at it in his hand. The citrine stone flickered to life and began to glow; its tarnished look transforming back to its original state. Thor slipped the Signet around his neck and the stone glowed even brighter.

He looked to his right and blinked as a muscular women rolled unsteadily to her knees, gingerly holding her middle as she stared at him in disbelief. Thor crouched in front of her and gave her a thorough once over; all her injuries were superficial at best, with a good feeding she’d be healed within a day or two.

“I thought that I would never see one worthy enough to make the Signet glow again.” Her accent was thick, but her English flawless.

“Yes, well, I hope that I will not prove you wrong.” Thor said simply. The woman laughed and then grimaced in pain. Thor frowned in concern, “You are quite powerful; how were they able to take you down so easily?” She held up a wrist and Thor hissed in sympathy.

Limiters were the bane of a vampire’s existence. Made with human technology and spelled by wizards and witches, it made most vampires as vulnerable as a human. If they had placed this on her in a fight, her vampire strength had been locked away with it. Thor took her wrist, pulling off the limiter with a harsh tug; it creaked and snapped in half. He arched an eyebrow as her power flared before settling again.

“I’ve been rude, my Lord, my name is Raquel Sanchez.” Raquel introduced her self. Thor studied her: she was beautiful; raven black hair, caramel colored skin. Her eyes were hazel and her body was petite yet muscular. Thor stood, towering over her and he smiled.

“My name is Thor Waldemar, former Second of the Lord of North America.” Raquel shook his hand and then smiled impishly.

“Former is right, you are now his equal. I live to serve my Lord.” She began to bow, but a shake of his head stopped her. “My Lord?”

“I have a feeling that you would make a fine Second.” Thor said warmly, “Call me Thor; I hate all that pretentious ‘My Lord’ bullshit.” Raquel blinked at him and then laughed.

“I think we’ll get along wonderfully.”

“Excellent,” Thor grinned and then looked over to the one vampire he hadn’t killed. “Now let’s clean house.”

--

Brazil – October 2025

Neville sighed as he woke up, the sun was nearly set and he lay in his hotel bed for a few more minutes as he came awake. Rolling out of bed, he went through the motions of getting cleaned; dressed, and then he locked the door behind him on his way out. Few paid him any attention, which was how he liked it. Neville was used to being ignored and it suited him perfectly, for the most part, although sometimes it did cut him deep.

Even in this life after death; he was still no one important to anybody else but himself

Neville walked around aimlessly, he’d never been in such a place before. The nightlife was lively, people singing and dancing. Vibrant colors hung from every store, every home, music played endlessly, and the mood seemed quite cheerful. However as he looked deeper, this place was like any other; it had its good side and then its dark.

Vampires walked closer to the darkness, most were nonchalant and nodded to him in passing, others skulked in the shadows with their human counterparts. He turned away from the alleyways and walked closer and closer to the waters edge. The scent of the Atlantic wafted over him and he smiled slightly.

His life as a vampire wasn’t very exciting. He gained access to a few accounts that he had had the guts to create and hide from Ginny. All of them had been under a different name, so it had been relatively easy to gain access. He didn’t need much and when he did need money, he worked odd jobs, slowly but surely getting use to being on his own…

…just this time as a vampire.

It was so hard sometimes. He didn’t know why he survived; what was so special about him? He still couldn’t figure it out. He walked on lost in thought until he tripped, literally over a figure propped against a rock and went sprawling onto the ground.

The laughter that his fall evoked was feminine and Neville felt his face flush in embarrassment. He scrambled to his feet and turned to apologize and then he blinked. She was clearly Brazilian, only her eyes were hazel and that alone fascinated him. However it was the power that radiated off of her as well as the onyx jeweled choker around her neck that struck his curiosity. “I-I’m so-sorry.” He mumbled. She waved a hand carelessly.

“It does not matter. You are new here to Brazil, welcome.” She held out her hand, “I am Raquel Sanchez; I am the Second of South America.” Neville shook her hand, his gaze dropping to her throat again just in time to see the onyx stones flash in the darkness.

“My name is Neville Longbottom, and I am…no one important.” He said with a smile. Raquel’s smile dimmed slightly but she shook her head smiling as she did so.

“You just do not know your worth yet. You are quite powerful and young. Who is your Sire?” Neville blinked and she frowned in concern. “The vampire who made you, where are they?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I think he was insane when he bit me. Left me for dead.” Neville said, shuddering as he remembered his death. “I had to dig myself out of my own coffin. I doubt I would like the guy anyway if I had gotten to know him.”

Raquel nodded solemnly. “Yeah, I can see why you are the way you are now.” Neville said nothing and they both stood in companionable silence. “Well, how long are you here for?”

“I don’t know.” Neville said confused. “I just got here.” Raquel grinned and Neville backed away from her. “What?”

“Perfect, then you can come with me. I’d like you to meet a good friend of mine.” She took Neville’s arm and began to drag him back towards the streets as fast as her legs would carry her.

“And does this friend have a name?” He asked sarcastically. She laughed.

“Of course; his name is Thor and he is the Lord of South America.”

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