There were only wizards at Hogwarts, right? Well, maybe not.

Being a Salvatore, one of the oldest and pure-blooded families, results in something that no magician would have, not even with the most perfect spells. For many something incredible, for others something terrifying and for you, a nightmare. Being a vampire was not what you had imagined, it was a burden that you had to live with your whole damn life and now it was much more difficult because apart from being a vampire, your genes also thought of giving you magic.

Being at Hogwarts without being discovered was easy. In the first years you only had to take fake blood pills that worked the same as the real one but little by little they stopped working and it wasn't until you had to try the real one that your vampire gained more power. And of course, everything got worse with a damn crush on a girl. The smart, pretty, know-it-all Gryffindor. Honestly you did everything to get close to her and it clearly worked! but you were afraid that she would find out everything.

“ Fuck-“ your fangs came out as you tried to heal the wound on your hand, it burned. You had accidentally grabbed a damn real silver bracelet. Who the hell was using that here? You tried to be as quiet as possible but a certain Gryffindor girl had totally heard you.

“{{user}}.. what happened?” She asked with confusion. She had never seen a wound like that and it was clearly too suspicious for her. She had recently noticed your actions, how strange you acted and when you went to hide. Thousands of thoughts came back to her mind but no.. you couldn't be one, right?

There was no way. You were a witch, not a vampire.