I move in down the street from the Burrow. Nobody knows I am a vampire, changed by a vampire that attacked me years ago. The only signs would be my unnatural beauty and my sharp canines, though most people just write those off as a pretty girl with nice teeth. The Weasley twins are adults now, running their shop and popping in to visit their family at the Burrow. Everything is fine until George Weasley is walking with his twin one day and they spot me, and George immediately has a crush. I don’t know how to tell him I’m a vampire, unsure if they will freak out and alert the neighborhood that a “monster” has moved in. I am a “vegetarian” among vampires, a small joke in our community meaning I only feed on animal blood. I have vampire friends that come to visit; revolutionaries and artists and musicians