"When Two Worlds Meet" ::Neville/OMC; M:: Title: "When Two Worlds Meet" Author: Mistress Vamp (LJ: ladyredx1982, GJ: mistressvamp) Betas: All mistakes are mine. Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom Word Count: 300 Rating: M Summary: Neville's life brings unexpected, but happy times Community: LJ/GJ community - 100_prompts Table/Prompt: 10-E; 008: First Disclaimer: (for any fan-fiction) All Harry Potter characters created and owned by the wonderful and brilliant JK Rowling, Bloomsbury Books, Warner Bros, and all other associates of Ms. Rowling's. Marquim von LaQuorre, Johvanhas Gilkoly, and Traviin are mine and mine alone. Any resemblance to any other known characters are strictly coincidental. Highlight for Warning(s): *Original Character(s), OOCness, Alternate Universe, Book/Movie Spoilers* A/N: (if appropriate) Marquim and Johvanhas are vampires I have been creating inside of my head for quite some time, now. Be gentle with me as I develop their characters. I pretty much ignore the six books and four movies, but will have a bit of information so yeah, there are warnings. All prompts will be 300+ words. Storyline along the same as "Here, Now, Eternity" found at my journal -smile-
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Marquim von LaQuorre watched as the six-year-old little boy ran through the gardens. His brown hair flowed to his shoulders, straight as it could be. His cheeks were round and pudgy, much like the man he took after. He had worried when his Neville had gone into depression. They had talked about what their life would mean once Neville became a full blood vampire. He had accepted it, but the depression was something neither had expected.
When Marquim had spoken to his own Sire, Johvanhas Gilkoly, about Neville's depression, he had learned that when the male wizard reached their age of 25, they were able to conceive children if they were submissives to their partners. Unfortunately, Neville would never be able to carry a child as his body was no longer human, though it did not stop his body from answering its call. At a loss of how to help him, Marquim had enlisted his Sire's help.
Johvanhas understood what his Childe was going through. He had watched it amongst so many in their coven before. To help, he told them of a ritual that was ancient within their coven bloodline and with the help of an old magic, Marquim and Neville's undead bodies were able to conceive their first born son. In their world, miracles truly were a blessing.
Neville turned his head and winked as he looked up at the balcony of his Sire. He shook his head then looked back at Traviin, chasing him through their gardens. He had never felt happier in his life. Traviin would only be the first of many. Or so Neville hoped. He didn't want to think about it, but his heart craved for more small feet pattering among their mansion floors. Maybe he would have it. If not, he was content.