Blue In Hogsmeade (The Unwelcome Visitors Remix)
Vampires came through Hogsmeade from time to time, from ancient vampires who were used to traversing the wazarding community to fledglings who were unaware that Hogsmeade was anything other than a slightly eccentric Scottish village. Most caused no trouble, most vampires were wary of magic and avoided Wizards and Witches, and the ones that didn't, well if a sunlight charm didn't dispose of them then wands could be used as fairly handy stakes.
There were two vampires that the villagers dreaded coming to town, a dark woman, thin as a rake who wasn't afraid of magic and giggled to the heavens when her intended victims tried to use it to defend themselves, and her blonde lover who was said to snap the necks of children caught out of school grounds after dark. Thankfully neither vampire had been seen in the village for decades, rumours had filtered down that they had been killed by a large amount of aurors in Prague, and that's what the villagers had believed.
Sorca Hawkes threw the daily prophet into the bin in disgust, vampires killing wizards in the middle in Diagon alley, what was the world coming to? As a small child she'd been very interested in vampires and had pestered her grandfather for stories of the two fatal vampires almost unendingly, and he'd ruffled her dark blonde hair and told her she'd grow up to be a famous vampire killer. She hadn't, she'd grown up to be the manager of Gladrags wizarding wear, spending her days helping teenage witches decide what colour of robes would best entice the wizard of their dreams. She was happy in her job, business was good, particularly with the Yule ball being held this year, but sometimes she wished she was still a little girl, playing aurors and vampires.
The bell at the front door rang and Sorca looked up with her best shopkeepers smile waiting for next teenage girl to enter, instead there was a figure she instantly recognised despite never having seen her before in her life. It was a tall, lithe, ageless woman who stood in the moonlit doorway humming into a half eaten sugar rose for a moment before moving to coo, enamoured, over some lace cloaks. Instead of the expected blonde man, a red haired woman, who looked roughly the age of a Hogwarts seventh year appeared behind her, and Sorca felt a twinge of sadness that this girls life had been taken from her so young. Despite her young age, the red haired vampire had a fierce look about her.
Sorca thought back to the Daily Prophet, and it's article on the young couple murdered in London as she shuffled, as casually as she could manage towards the younger vampire, her wand gripped behind her back.
"Hogwarts, hon?" She hoped to get the vampire to turn around so she could aim a hex at it's heart, but as the redhead turned to face her she felt a sense of immense magical power that she hadn't felt since Albus Dumbledore came in looking for socks. She was unable to do anything except think that the vampire's bright green eyes were the exact same colour as Harry Potter's.
"No," the vampire replied casually, "I'm long out of school." And Sorca can't remember anything she was ever taught about vampires in defence against the dark arts, she can't even find the words to transfigure something nearby into a stake. All she can do is watch as the red head kisses the brunette lightly on the lips and throws fifty galleons at her, and if Sorca wasn't in the process of realising how close she'd come to dying trying to kill a vampire on her own then she would be laughing at the notion of vampires who pay for things.
"Come on, Dru, let's go have some fun." The door bell chimes again and they're gone.