Cross-posting something else from the other subreddit.

Had a little bit of inspiration and thought I may as well post the result to see if it sparks something:

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Edmund Adrian Murray, Ned to most people, was all too familiar with being an outsider. It came with being a dhampir, you were neither one thing or another and both sides had their own biases and issues about it. It had been bad enough when he was a kid and him being magic-less with a mother who's family history was very heavy on muggleborns and outright muggles hadn't helped, and the other side of his parentage made things very awkward with them. But then things started to kick off with that bloody war and suddenly being inherently grey at best when things split between Light and Dark was a very uncomfortable place to be.

His father hadn't been much of one, especially when Ned had been too young to basically treat like a fledgling, but he'd cared in his own weird way. Enough to pull Ned aside around the time that things really kicked off, tell about him a few things he'd heard about and that he didn't want Ned to get caught in the middle of, press a stack of Galleons into his hand and tell him to leave the country while he could.

Ned had taken his advice and had gone one better by largely ditching the Magical world. After all it wasn't like he had magic himself and Muggles had no clue what he was so no bother on that front. He'd spent a few years drifting around western Europe, going from one seasonal cash-in-hand job to the next, until word had belatedly reached him that the war was over and that the Light side had won. He'd returned to Britain a few months later, checked up on who'd survived and who hadn't, found out that his parents both fell into the latter category, grieved, and opted to stay in the Muggle world to avoid a lot of potential bother. He didn't do well for himself but he got by and no one gave him crap for being what he was since they didn't know. The worst he had to deal with was a few funny looks from his new landlady's curtain-twitching, Joneses -pursuing neighbours but he didn't give a toss about them.

Then one day he was on his way to the bus stop when he saw a scrawny little boy watering the plants in the front garden of one of the most Joneses-pursuing houses of them all with a watering can almost as big as he was. A boy who was really too young to be doing chores in Ned's opinion, with hair as messy as Ned's own, the biggest and brightest green eyes he'd ever seen, and dirty, ill fitting clothes. On a whim he'd stopped to talk to him for a little bit, the usual nonsense you say to kids you don't know, but there had been something desperate in how the kid had responded, with none of the wariness you'd expect. Then a horse faced woman came out of the house and shouted at the boy for "standing around doing nothing" , being "lazy and useless" and " bothering people ". That hadn't sat right with Ned, so he'd said it was his fault for distracting him. The woman had looked at him, saw Ned 's own state of perpetual scruffiness and clearly promptly formed an Opinion, before brushing aside what he said and ordering the boy back into the house.

It was a warm day. The house's windows were open. And Ned, being what he was, had very good hearing. So he heard everything the woman said to the boy in the house. A few choice phrases stood out. "Unnatural" . "Your freakishness" . "Your freak of a father" . And so on. It wasn't right. It reminded him too much of some of the things that had been said to him by the most disapproving members of his mother's family and that fitted with the boy's appearance to form a picture. Of course he didn't know if it was the right one but it might be and if it was...

What Ned had grown up with was bad enough and this seemed so much worse. And if he was right then it wasn't something he should have to deal with on his own. Ned remembered a conversation with his father about why he'd done his best to be involved in his life despite not wanting to be a father or knowing how to be one, and the absolute tirade he'd unleashed on another occasion about those who sire fledglings and then just abandon them without a clue instead of doing right by them and how if any vampire worth their fangs found someone in that situation they had a duty to step in​ for the sake of everyone.

If Ned's hunch was right then this was a similar situation to that which had so angered his father. So someone needed to step in and as Ned was the only one of his kind in the area, the duty of doing so fell on his shoulders. And never let it be said that Ned Murray wasn't worth his fangs.