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You and your fifteen closest friends were supposed to spend the summer before fifth year doing what you do best—drinking, partying, spending too much money and avoiding your families in Romania. Then you wake up on July 20th covered in blood, missing pieces of the previous night and, rather inconveniently, sixteen heartbeats. As in, all of them. Someone turned all sixteen of you into vampires. Now you have a little over a month before Hogwarts to learn how to feed without killing anyone, control abilities none of you asked for, and figure out who decided sixteen heavily connected Slytherins needed fangs. Preferably before your parents find out. Which might have been possible. Then Mattheo throws Thaddeus through a wall. So much for keeping it quiet.