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Chapter 1: Just One Week
One week, just one week ago the entire wizarding world was changed. We are now on our knees to Voldemort. He had finally won. We were on one side and he was on the other. On our side were the worst creatures imaginable- vampires, werewolves, and all of the other creatures that you would only see in your nightmares. In one night we had all went to the bottom of the food chain. We are like worms lying on a cement path on a blazing hot day, with nowhere to go. Just waiting to die. And that was exactly what was happening; we were slowly dying off. Everyday I would here about another one of my schoolmates or Order members getting their blood drained from them, or getting eaten up like another simple snack to these monsters.
These beasts were hurting everyone... including me.
It was a few days ago. I had just met Harry and Ron at the Burrow. We had talked about when an Order meeting was. We had heard nothing from them ever since the wall had appeared and we were getting very worried…
“Harry, Ron, I really have to go, we can talk about this tomorrow,” I said itching to leave and meet Luna at her house (where I was staying at the moment).
“No, Hermione, you don’t know what’s out there you could get killed!” Ron said grabbing my arm to pull me back.
“No, Ronald! Stop trying to keep me safe! I’m a big girl now; I can take care of myself!” I said, wrenching my arm away from him. “I’ll meet you here at the Burrow tomorrow. Goodbye.” And with that I apparated to the road in front of Luna’s house, not even waiting for a response from them.
I was in a swirl of green, when all of a sudden it turned to red. Instead of landing in front of Luna’s house I landed in a dark room with red carpet. Suddenly it got really cold, so cold I started to shiver. I vigorously rubbed my hands together trying to generate heat.
“Who’s there?” I said trying to cover my fear. I reached for my wand in my back pocket, and slowly pulled it out. “Answer me!” I screamed. I could definitely tell someone was watching me. Or something…
I started to let my guard down thinking I might have apparated to the wrong place when I felt an icy breath on the back of my neck.
I whipped around and made full contact with a face. The face of a vampire. It let out a loud hiss and bared its fangs.
“AHH HELP!!” I screamed hopefully, but of course no one heard me. Then the vampire leaped to me and pinned me to the ground. I fought. I fought so hard, but it was too strong. I kicked. I screamed.
Then I looked into its eyes. The red swirl in its eyes was so mesmerizing. I couldn’t look away until I felt the most painful bite in my neck. It felt like having hundreds of knives forced into your neck all at once, re-stabbing you over and over again. I was pleading for death by the time it started to fade.
“Stupefy!” I screeched, pointing my wand strait at the vampire. He flew back and hit the wall on the other side of the room. I apparated to Luna’s street and ran into her house as fast as I could, blood leaking uncontrollably from my neck.
I ran to the bathroom and cleaned the blood off of my neck furiously. I scrubbed, and scrubbed until my neck was raw and numb.
“Where’s the mark?” I said to myself out loud. There was no mark on my neck from the vampire bite, just tender red skin from my vigorous scrubbing. “That’s weird,” I said out loud again.
“What’s weird?” Luna said entering the bathroom. I threw the towel to the ground and moved to stand in front of the sink that was covered in blood.
“Oh nothing” I said quickly. She eyed me suspiciously. “But Luna, do you mind?” I said gesturing towards to door. ‘Nature calls” I said with an innocent smile.
“Oh sure, sorry” Luna said dreamily. She walked to the door then turned around. “But Hermione, in case you need it, we have a section in the library filled with books about vampires.” She said giving me an ‘I know what you’re up to’ look, and walked away.
‘Should I ask her for help? I bet she knows more about this than I do.’ I thought.
“Luna wait up!” I said calling after her.
On Voldemort’s side... His P.O.V
I’ve done it. I’ve succeeded. I should have thought of this earlier. Now I have no more hiding. Soon enough the other side will all be dead and I will finally have complete power of the wizarding world. It is almost pleasant here. Clear skies, no out of line behavior, no unexpected visits from the famous Harry Potter. It is all I could ask for… well, almost all I could ask for.
“Hello Bellatrix, nice to see you again.” I stated, bowing my head slightly as a sign of gratitude.
“My lord,” Bellatrix said bowing down and kissing the hem of my robes.
“I have a mission for you,” I said. She nodded.
“We now have control of the wizarding world. We have everything we need except one thing- Hermione Granger,” I said, a smirk pulling at my lips.
“The mudblood? I mean no disrespect my lord, but what do we want with a mudblood?” Bellatrix spat lost in confusion. I let out a small annoyed chuckle.
“It will all come in time. But what I need you to do is bring her here to me,” I said calmly. Bellatrix let out a confused expression.
“But my Lord, I thought you said that there was no way to go to the other side?”
I let out a mirthless, high-pitched laugh. It was so dreadfully annoying to make her try and guess.
“Now Bella, what kind of a Dark Lord would I be, if I didn’t have a way to torture my enemies?” I simply asked. I showed her the map.
“I see, my Lord,” Bellatrix said with a sly smile.
“Bring her here no later than tomorrow. I need her immediately.”
And with that Bellatrix left the room.
I sat back into my dark green velvet chair. ‘Hmm…’ I thought to myself, organizing a plan into my mind. ‘I will just have to see how she cooperates before I put my plan into action.’
On the Wizarding Side
“Ugh… I’m so confused!” Hermione groaned. She was looking in the library through a thick stack of books about vampires. It says I should want blood! But I don’t! And that I should have red eyes, but I don’t! Hermione thought to herself for a long time. Well I’m just going to go to bed it’s already midnight. But I think I’m going to get a snack first.
Hermione walked downstairs and opened the fridge. She took out the milk and rummaged through the cupboard for some Cheerios. Aha! She thought grabbing a yellow box from the back. She poured herself a bowl and scooped up a big bite.
“BLOODY HELL” she shrieked, spitting it on the ground. Dear Merlin, This is vile! Must have expired. She thought, putting it in the sink and instead grabbing some yogurt from the fridge. She took a spoonful. But the moment the taste reached her tongue she spat it out all over the counter. ‘BLOODY HELL, THEY NEED TO CLEAN OUT THEIR FRIDGE!’ Hermione threw it in the garbage. Yuck, I give up I’m going to bed. Hermione thought and walked up to her small bedroom on the second floor.
She changed into her PJ’s and instantly fell asleep once her head hit the pillow.
It was that night; he was there on top of her. She couldn’t move. Those eyes, they burned into her mind. Then he attacked. His fangs went into her neck. AHHHH!!!! Her pitiful scream was nothing compared to the real pain. Blood was everywhere. It dripped down her neck, over her collarbone soaking her shirt to a deep crimson. BLOOD…blood was flowing through her mind. The deep shade, the smell. MINE Need BLOOD. Her dream changed to a street. It was the street outside of Luna’s house. There was a girl walking down the road alone. Hermione’s senses were crisp. She could see every flinch of movement, hear every heartbeat, smell every scent, especially BLOOD; her BLOOD. She jumped ten feet towards the screaming girl. She pinned her down just like her attacker had and plunged her fangs into her neck and…..
“AHHHH!!!!!!” Hermione woke up screaming in her bed. Oh my Merlin, what a horrible dream! But… what’s that smell? And what time is it? She glanced at the clock. 4:00 am? It looks like noon outside! Weird… she thought. She easily got out of bed and practically flew to the bathroom. And looked in the mirror.
“Bloody……….. Hell……..” In the mirror was a girl’s face that looked partially like Hermione’s. It was extremely pale, had crimson eyes, but worst of all had blood smothering her mouth.
“Bloody, Fucking, Hell” She couldn’t hold herself up. Her knees went weak and she collapsed to the ground. I’m a vampire? Did I kill the girl? The girl…. In a flash Hermione was downstairs and through the door out on the street. The girl’s body was gone. Werewolves. She shook her head.
Hermione sprinted back up the stairs and washed off the blood covering her face. She changed outfits and threw her clothes in the garbage. She went back into the bathroom to brush her teeth and was forced to look in the mirror. Her eyes were more of auburn now. They were changing back into her brown color. Phew! Hermione thought. From what I’ve read they should go back to their original color after you have eaten. The thirstier you are the redder they become. Hermione couldn’t stop looking at her reflection. Many things had changed about her. Her hair had gotten silkier, her skin had turned to look flawless like porcelain, and her muscles were like rocks. She had become much more elegant looking and beautiful. Yep, just like the books said. Pale and beautiful. She thought. She opened her mouth to examine her teeth. She no longer had buckteeth, but strait pearly whites with nothing out of line.
It was 6:00 already and Hermione had to go meet Ron and Harry by 6:30. She was hoping that they wouldn’t notice. But just to make sure she took out her wand.
“Sunsposis” she said pointing the wand at her face and she turned back to her original skin color. I’m sure it will wear off in a few hours, but for now this will have to do. And what about my eyes… She muttered a spell and her eyes changed into a more honey color. Much better. Now I should probably write a letter to Luna before I go. I can’t stay here any longer; I am monster and don’t want to hurt anyone else. She went to her desk and sat down with a quill and paper.
I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye. But it happened. I don’t want to put your lives in jeopardy so I thought it was best I leave. Please tell your dad thank you for me. Good luck, and keep safe.
That should do it. Hermione thought, and folded it up. She got out her suitcase and threw all of her stuff into it. She minimized her trunk to pocket-sized and left the note on her folded bed.
“Thanks Luna,” she whispered and walked out the door and onto the streets. Hermione felt more secure now on the streets now than ever. She had no one to fear. Werewolves wouldn’t dare touch her, vampires couldn’t kill her since she was one of them, and all the other creatures feared the vampires just as much as she had before. Once she was down the road she decided to aparate to the Burrow.
“Hermione!” Ron and Harry said greeting her with a hug. The moment their bodies collided. Hermione stiffened. She could feel the blood running through their bodies against hers making her very uncomfortable.
“Um... hey guys.” Hermione said with a forced smile.
“You’re just in time. The Order’s finally meeting! Everyone’s inside the dining room.” Harry said.
“Ron? Are you ok?” Hermione asked Ron, who was practically drooling. His eyes were locked on Hermione.
“He’s ok; you just look a little different.” Harry said with a friendly smile.
“Oh um… thanks I didn’t think anything was different.” Hermione said lying through her teeth. “Well let’s just get to that Order meeting,” Hermione said trying to change the subject.
“Yea,” Harry agreed. And they walked into the meeting. This is the Order? There was almost the whole Weasly family and about 6 other Order members.
“Where’s everyone else?” Hermione asked. The room went quiet.
“They aren’t here anymore Hermione,” Mrs.Weasly whispered. WHAT?! How can they be gone? The Order is the strongest people still here! If they’re dying, then there’s no hope for anyone else!
“So… On with the meeting,” Moody said standing up. “We don’t know much about breaking down this wall except that no magic works on it, or gunfire. We have been informed by Trelawney before her tragic death of one way to tear it down. The problem is that it’s on the other side. If you can get to the other side then there’s a cliff called Cliff Morter. You have to jump off of it. And apparently at the bottom there’s a key of some sort that you need to open the wall. But the question is how to get there.” He said.
“Hermione are you ok?” Harry whispered in Hermione’s ear. Your eyes are looking really bloodshot,” he said. Oh no. I need blood. Hermione thought.
“Um… I have to go.” Hermione whispered back to him, standing up. Sorry everyone, but I need to go,” Hermione said ignoring the suspicious faces and heading towards the door.
Once she was out she ran to the street by the forest. BLOOD. Just then there was a 20 year old guy walking down the road. He looked extremely familiar to Hermione. His heart beating fast, his blood was flowing through her mind. Hermione was about to attack when she heard her name.
“Granger?” the blonde boy asked. Just then she recognized him. Draco Malfoy. Refrain yourself, you can wait... for now. Hermione told herself.
“Wow this place really is bad,” she heard Draco whisper to himself after glancing around at his surroundings.
“Yes it is.” She said as he walked closer.
“How could you hear that?” he shouted back. Oh shit… vampire strengths. She thought.
“Wait a second, why are you on this side of the wall?!”Hermione said. He was less than five feet away from her now. He didn’t answer, just kept walking towards her. He grabbed one of her arms. “What are you doing, let go of me” she screamed.
“We’re taking you to the other side,” Hermione gasped.
“We?” she questioned
But before he could answer they were in a swirl of color.
Hermione fell to the ground out of the swirl and grabbed the side of her head in pain. A strong hand clenched her arm and pulled her back up. The moment she looked up she gasped. She was in the middle of the once Diagon Ally. But unlike a few weeks before, the streets were bare. There were no little 10 year olds selecting their first wands, no friends chatting outside the Leaky Cauldron and a ghostly deserted Flourish and Blott’s, Hermione’s favorite book store. It was all wrong. Hermione almost forgot about Draco tugging at her arm.
“Let go of me!” she said, wrenching her arm away from him.
“Hermione, you have to listen to me. I’m not going to hurt you, we just want to talk. Blaise is waiting in the pub so we must hurry.” He said grabbing her arm again and pulling her along. But even though he was just over six foot, he could not budge Hermione with her new vampire strength. She snorted.
“Why would I go with you?” she said, standing her ground.
“Because you know just as well as I do, that if you don’t, we will send you back there and you will DIE. We are trying to save you.” He said. Why would they want to save me? I might as well go with him, the longer I’m here the longer I can spend trying to break down this wall.
“Fine,” Hermione huffed as she crossed her arms and started to walk. They walked for a few minutes in silence when a frustrating thought came into Hermione’s mind. BLOOD. It repeated over and over. She looked over at Draco’s face. She could see the blood pulsing through his body in his face and his muscular arms. Hermione winced. Don’t do it. Just hold on for a little longer. Hermione tried not to breath and kept walking.
“We’re here,” Draco said breaking the silence and opening the door for her.
“Thanks,” Hermione replied quietly as she walked through. Why is he being so nice? Hermione thought. She shook away the thought the moment her eyes landed on Blaise.
Blaise Zabini was sitting at the empty bar having only god knows what. Hermione couldn’t lie, he looked good. His hair was slightly scruffy and midnight black. His skin was a delectable caramel color that any girl would kill for; his body was built and toned wonderfully as well. But what stood out the most were his captivating ocean blue eyes, and they were bearing into hers.
“Um… H-Hi,” Hermione said walking over and extending her hand. “I don’t think we have formally met. I’m Hermione Granger.”
“Blaise Zabini.” He said in a deep serene voice, shaking her hand and looking her up and down. But what was in his eyes was not what she was looking for. It was a mix of sadness and pity. “Please sit.” He said to Draco and Hermione gesturing towards the leather chairs around a coffee table. They all took a seat.
“How bad is it?” Blaise asked looking down at the floor. “I mean the other side.”
“Bad. People are dying left and right, the vampire population is overwhelming us…” Hermione sighed to herself “I should know…” she said quietly only for her to hear.
“That’s horrible,” Blaise said looking up from the ground and making eye contact with Hermione. Hermione looked away with an annoyed laugh.
“You have got to be kidding me! Look what side you’re on? You put us there to die and now you are feeling sorry?” she yelled. Blaise looked at her hurt.
“Just because we got lucky, doesn’t mean that we don’t think about the other side, and how miserable you all are,” Draco said. Maybe they are serious…
“You got lucky? Ugh, whatever. Why am I here?” Hermione said, anxious to leave.
“Voldemort wanted to meet with you,” Draco said. Hermione made a puking noise.
“Tell him he can shove his wand up his bum,” Hermione huffed.
“Well I sure don’t want to tell him that!” Blaise said. “But he has cooled down drastically since the wall was put up. If I were you I would just do what he says.” Hermione sighed and Draco stood up.
“Speaking of the devil, we are supposed to meet him immediately.” Draco said. We’ll leave now.” He said grabbing onto Blaise and Hermione. Soon they were in a swirl of green … the last thought that went through her mind was BLOOD.
They landed in what looked like a spacious office. Surprisingly the curtains were open and the room was filled with light. Along the wall were 3 death eaters on each side, with their hoods up. Some things will never change. Hermione thought to herself. And at the head of the room was a throne-like chair where Voldemort himself sat.
“Good afternoon.” Voldemort greeted, bowing his head with a smile. Hermione responded with a nod.
“So you are probably pondering why you are here?” Voldemort said.
“Yes,” Hermione simply stated.
“Well, as you already know the other side is in bad shape. And I’m searching for brilliant minds to save. And you are brilliant,” Voldemort said. Wow, I actually got a compliment from him. He really has cooled off.
“Well I’m pretty sure you acted too late to ‘save’ me.” Hermione whispered. But Voldemort heard her perfectly.
“Ahh, yes I did notice there was something different about you when you arrived. Vampire? Am I not mistaken?” he asked.
“Unfortunately, yes,” Hermione said. Blood... She winced.
“Your eyes look very red… Have you hunted lately?” He asked.
“No…” Hermione said trying to concentrate.
“Well you should probably do so now, I wouldn’t want you attacking any of my guards. We keep prisoners locked up. You may have one of them for now.” He said. Hermione frowned at the thought of the poor prisoner’s life being taken, but the notion was too tempting. I would be concentrate more on opening the wall. Just this one time… she decided.
“Thank you,” Hermione said looking down at the floor.
“We will finish this meeting at a later point in time,” he said with a wrong smile. “Draco, Blaise please take Hermione to visit the dungeons.” He said.
With that, Hermione, Draco and Blaise headed to the dungeons. Once she walked through the house a bit Hermione started to recognize the home. It was Malfoy Manor. When they reached the dungeons Draco took out a key, unlocked the door and lit up the room just enough to see a few feet in front of you. In front of her stood two metal cages one contained three men that looked around middle aged. And enclosed by the other, was one man around Hermione’s age, and two weary looking middle aged women. They all stared at Hermione in awe.
“Take your pick.” Draco said with a sickening look on his face. How can I do this? They are all so innocent! She shook her head and walked up to the cage where the three men were. Hermione was puzzled for a moment. They looked mesmerized by her flawless features because of her vampire nature. Hermione didn’t know how to pick so she asked…
After Hermione’s ‘snack’ she was back talking with Voldemort. Surprisingly he had few body guards, and not as large of a temper. He was very relaxed around her, and didn’t seem to have an issue talking to her like they were friends.
“So you’re saying, that if I join your side, I can pretty much live freely and just do a few missions for you now and then?” Hermione asked in shock.
“Precisely,” he said leaning back against his chair. Hermione thought in silence for a minute going over her pros and cons.
Your pretty much choosing life or death. One side of her thought. Yea, but what about the Order? The other side admitted. What Order? You were at the meeting, everyone’s dead. And who knows. Maybe you could find Cliff Morter and tear this thing down once and for all. Voldamort must have noticed one of her many internal arguments, and interrupted.
“I’m guessing that you need some time to think about this, in the meantime you have the choice to go back to your side for a few days, or you may stay at the Zabini manor. If it’s alright with Mr.Zabini of course?” Voldemort said turning to Blaise. Blaise’s face lit up.
“It would be my pleasure,” he said looking Hermione in the eyes with a smile. Ugh, that smile! How to resist? Hermione thought to herself.
“Well... I guess I will just stay at the manor,” Hermione said with a shrug trying to contain her excitement. Excitement? Uh no. He’s a death eater, it would be wrong. Voldemort smirked. Draco’s smile turned immediately to a grimace, which Hermione did not fail to notice.
“Very well,” he said. He gestured Blaise over and talked to him privately. Of course Hermione could hear thanks to her new skills.
“You are to not let her out of your sight. Understood?” he whispered. Blaise nodded and walked over to Hermione. “Shall we,” he said holding out his arm. Hermione smiled with a nod and let him escort her ‘home.’ No smiling. You aren’t supposed to want to see him. Hermione thought. She instantly straitened her face out to show no emotion. With one last look at Draco’s scowl, they were in a swirl of green.
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To be whom you are not to be
Hermione took a step into Zabini manor and let out a small gasp. She was in what looked like an over extravagant, but beautiful, entry hall. There was a wall made of pure window with an ultra high ceiling, and the walls were covered with classical moving pieces of artwork. There was a huge fireplace lit, and spreading it’s warmth throughout the homey room. There were two elegant dark green velvet couches facing each other with a dark stained coffee table in the middle as well. Blaise watched her awed face in amusement.
“Beautiful…” Hermione gasped looking around the room.
“Oh well thank you very much, but I am well aware that I am completely gorgeous,” Blaise said with a playful smirk. They both let out a laugh.
“I can’t argue with that,” Hermione said smiling back towards Blaise.
“So would you like the grand tour?” he asked her, breaking what seemed like an intense staring contest.
“I would love one, but I have a question first, do your parents live here with you?” she asked curiously. Blaise paused for a minute before responding. The light mood seemed to fade slightly to a tense atmosphere.
“My parents passed a few months ago.” He said trying to sound as casual as possible.
“Oh I’m so sorry,” Hermione whispered. “May I ask how?”
“They were working for Voldamort for a while, but when they heard about the plan for the wall,” he said with a pause, “they were planning to turn to the light side and inform them, but they didn’t get that far before Voldamort found out…” Blaise said sounding as strong as he could. “I really loved them…” his eyes were starting to water. Hermione felt horrible. She could relate to him so much. Ever since the wall was put up, she couldn’t see her parents as well, and it was eating her alive. Hermione walked towards Blaise and embraced his strong body. It seemed to take Blaise by surprise but he welcomed the hug shortly after.
“I know how you feel,” she said looking up at him. She pulled away sending him a caring smile. He smiled back and changed the subject.
“So… how about that tour?” he asked.
“Sure thing,” she said fallowing alongside Blaise.
Blaise gave her the full tour of the house showing her around the dining hall, gardens, kitchen, and of course the overflowing library that Hermione adored.
“Now onto the upstairs,” he said with a wink to Hermione. Hermione giggled while walking up a polished dark wood staircase. They came to a long hallway with 3 doors on either side.
“Ok… so the first two doors on the left are guestrooms, and the other is my parents’ old room. As for the doors on the right, the last one is where Draco’s room is, since he is here nearly every day. The middle one is mine. And this first one is yours,” he said. “So seeing as it is nearly eleven, you should probably get some sleep for tomorrow. “He said.
“Yes, I suppose,” Hermione said with a fake yawn.
“So if you need ANYTHING I’m just next-door.” He said with a playful smile. Hermione let out a laugh and opened the door to a room.
“Not tonight,” she whispered back after he closed his door. Hermione caught her breath when she took in the room. The walls were colored a surprising Gryffindor red, and there was a giant four poster bed with red and black silky sheets, a huge gold vanity, and beautiful white tiger striped rugs. There were also 2 white doors on each end of the enormous room. She walked to the closest door and found a huge walk-in closet. Inside were stunning evening gowns, that she would have no clue where to wear, her normal everyday cloths, and every type of shoe imaginable! It was a girl’s heaven! She mentally thanked Blaise and walked out of the closet and through the door on the other side of the room. It was an all black marble bathroom. Featuring deep sinks with gold faucets, a walk in shower that could hold more like ten wizards than just one, and the most exciting part. The bath tub… it was about 6 feet deep, and 8 feet wide. It could be classified as a swimming pool for Merlin’s sake! And it had 6 faucets of what looked like bubble bath of all different sweet scents.
After Hermione’s exploring adventure throughout her room, she looked through her closet and snagged some pajamas. After changing, she crawled in bed. She laid there for about twenty minutes tossing and turning in her bed. She lay in bed wide awake. ‘I should turn off the lights!’ Hermione thought to herself. ‘Silly me,’ she said with a chuckle. She walked to the light switch and flicked the switch. Up… down… up…down…up...Down...updownupdownupdown. The lights didn’t even flicker! Then it hit Hermione. ‘I’m a vampire. I can see in the dark.’ Hermione thought to herself. She let out another small laugh. ‘I guess that’s the reason I can’t sleep either.’ Hermione thought to herself. Seeing as she had the WHOLE night, she decided to do what pleased her most. Read. Ever since the wall was put up, she didn’t have proper access to a huge library like the one in Zabini Manor. So she grabbed her wand off the nightstand and tiptoed to the library.
While in the overflowing library she decided to study up on vampires. She rummaged around the tall shelves until she found a stack of thickly bounded books. She carried her massive collection to chair in front of the fireplace and plopped down, cracking open the first book on top of the pile.
The Living Dead
‘Wow, that’s a way to put it’ Hermione thought to herself. She opened up the book to the table of contents. The Transformation. That looks like a useful passage, Hermione read.
To become a vampire, you must have been bitten, and not have been completely drained of blood to death. After the bite, a human goes through excruciating pain. As their life flashes before them their humanity is ripped from them leaving them nearly hopeless to fight back. When evolving into a vampire a few hours after the attack, the mortal goes through little or no pain. It is said that the soul is ripped from the human’s body and is exchanged for immortality. The heart stops beating and the blood freezes inside the veins of the human. Fangs begin to grow from the gums and lungs are not needed. The throat becomes a passage way for blood to the stomach. The Humans skin turns sheet white, and their body temperature drops drastically. Their eyes change to a blazing red if they have not hunted, and either change into a black or brown when blood is not needed. Immediately after the transformation is complete, the Vampire MUST have blood to survive. It preys on the closest thing to it until it is satisfied. Whether it is a loved one or a random stranger. On the first attack the vampire’s instincts take control, but as time goes by as a vampire they learn better manage over their instincts. Otherwise, a vampire needs blood every 2-3 days after its eating is regular.
Powers of a Vampire
It is said that a Vampire is fantasized by mortals for its outstanding beauty. They use their beauty to their advantage to lure prey into trusting them. Their gaze is mesmerizing to prey. Vampires have original strengths. All five of their senses are stronger than any humans/wizard.
Sight- can see 3 times farther than any mortal. Can see clearly underwater. Rarely blink. Have night vision, and do not sleep.
Smell- can pick up a trail and fallow a human’s scent for a few kilometers while it is new. Can tell who a person is if they have smelled them before. And sense a person’s emotion through their smell.
Touch- are 3 times stronger than any human, and have extra friction between themselves and the ground, so they can run extremely fast and jump far.
Sound- can hear 3 times more distance than a mortal. Can hear calls from other vampires within the area.
Taste- can taste different blood types. Also, can
‘Well this all is useful to know. ‘Hermione thought to herself. She put the book off to the side and picked up a new one. She read about vampires of history, their eating habits, how their bodies work and more. There was a lot about vampires she didn’t know. After many hours of reading Hermione looked at the clock. It was nearly six. So she put away her books and tip-toed upstairs to her room. She went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She could see how mortals would fantasize about her. She was stunning. With her flawless figure, pale face like porcelain, her big red lips, her glossy curls going to her mid back, and her eyes… they were a maroon color mixing between her hunger and her dark brown eyes. ‘Maybe I should eat so I won’t have to later when Blaise is around,’ Hermione thought about the look on his face when he escorted her to the dungeon yesterday. She agreed with herself that that would be the best idea. So she changed her clothes and quietly went downstairs. She walked out of the big oak doors and scanned the horizon. Thanks to her vampire vision. She could see the beginning of a forest a mile or two away. ‘Time to test out theses running skills,’ she thought to herself, and started to jog then all of a sudden she felt like she was flying. She was soaring a foot off the ground. The wind was blowing all around her face, refreshing her. She loved the feeling but within seconds she halted to a stop and was in front of a clump of many dark trees. She took in a breath through her nose. At first she smelt nothing but then a different smell came to her. Her head snapped in the direction it came from. And within seconds she was on top of a buck. She was finished with him in shortly, and wiped her mouth. The deer’s blood wasn’t as tempting as a human, but it had satisfied her needs.
It seemed to be around sunrise, and she was sure Blaise would not be awake yet, so she decided to run. She didn’t know where she was going but she loved the feeling of it. She started jogging once more and then picked up speed. She went as fast as she could she flew past empty houses, open meadows, and forests. She was having so much fun until she came to an immediate stop. She was standing inches away from a wall going to what seemed like the sky. She had never been this close to the wall before; she looked to her left and right. It seemed to go on forever. She started to jog to her right a few inches along the wall and fallowed it. She ran as fast as she could. She ran for about ten minutes fallowing the wall around until she realized that she was back where she started. ‘It must just be one circled area’ Hermione thought. She thought about all of her friends that might or might not be on the other side still alive. She put her ear up to the wall, but could hear nothing. She let out a sob and slid down the wall on her back. ‘What am I doing here? I’m just having a jolly good time while Harry and the rest of the good in the wizarding world are DYING. ‘Hermione thought and wiped away a tear. ‘From now on no more screwing around. I need to do something to get this wall down and save everyone, I’m our last hope. But for now, I think I need to just play it cool for a few days and then go and find Cliff Morter like Moody was talking about the last time I saw them.’ Hermione thought to herself making up her mind. She stood back up, wiped away another tear and fallowed her trail back to Zabini manor.
Hermione was at the doors to Zabini manor within minutes. She straitened herself out, and pushed the doors open. Instantly, her senses were filled with an overwhelming smell of disgust. Ugh what died! She thought. She fallowed the smell to the kitchen to find a very happy Blaise Zabini by the stove cooking what looked to be Crapes, her favorite. Blaise was whistling a familiar tune when he turned around to find Hermione standing in the doorway.
He gave her a full toothed smile. Hermione tried to smile back, but the overpowering smell was tightening its grip on her, making her feel like she was about to vomit.
“Good morning!” he said happily, walking to the table in the dining room with two stacks of Crapes. “I made breakfast, I hope you like crapes.” he said with a smile waiting for her response. Oh. I guess he forgot about my new ‘diet.’ Hermione thought. It was so sweet of him to make breakfast though.
“Oh… um… that’s so nice of you.” Hermione said, trying to use her sense of smell as little as possible. “It’s just that… I don’t exactly eat Crapes. I’m a Vampire.” Blaise’s face fell slightly.
“Oh yea, of course. I’m really sorry it completely slipped my mind.” He said setting down the breakfast on the table set for two. “Um… have you… you know… eaten yet?” he asked quietly, running his hand through his hair and putting his hands in his pockets.
“Yea I’m good, no worries.” She said with a forced smile. “But I’ll sit with you, if you’d like.” She said.
“Um... Sure.” He said. They both took seats at the table, and Blaise stabbed a few Crapes from the stack and added them to his plate. They sat in silence for a few moments, before Blaise finally spoke up.
“So how did you sleep?” he asked through mouthfuls. Hermione let out a laugh. Wow, he really doesn’t have the greatest memory. Hermione thought smiling at him. “What?” he asked with a laugh.
“Well for the night, I went to the library and read up on my species, and then I went for a run. I don’t sleep,” she said with a small smile and a shrug.
“Oh! Of corse you don’t sleep,” Blaise said as the light bulb turned on in his head. “Vampire, got it,” he said with a laugh.
“So I’m guessing you don’t know much about vampires,” she said with a smile, forgetting about the horrid smell of the Crapes.
“Nope, I know next to nothing.” He said. “I mean, I didn’t even know didn’t sleep!” he said letting out another laugh.
“Well... I think you should go to that incredible library of yours.” She said.”It’s absolutely amazing!” She said thinking about the library she had instantly fell in love with.
“Yea, I’ve been in there once or twice, it was my mother who loved books. She would sit in there for hours! I don’t know how she did it.” He said with a playful smile. Hermione punched him on the arm playfully.
“Well I find it fascinating!” Hermione huffed. Blaise let out another laugh. Ahh that smile! It’s so cute! Hermione thought to herself with a sigh.
Hermione and Blaise were in the middle of a conversation about House elves, when there was a small pop and Draco Malfoy appeared in front of them. Blaise’s face dropped, but fortunately Hermione didn’t seem to notice.
“Good morning Hermione,” he said smiling and nodding to her. “Blaise,” he said with a nod in his direction but not taking his eyes off of Hermione’s.
“Oh, Draco, what a surprise. Why are you here?” he asked with a forced smile.
“I was just in the neighborhood and decided to drop by and see how your guest was faring.” He said with a shrug.
“Well that was nice of you,” Hermione said with a smile entrancing her face. Blaise frowned.
“So what are you two up to?” he asked Hermione and Blaise.
“We were just finishing breakfast.” Blaise said and called for a house elf.
“That’s lovely,” Draco said smiling towards Hermione. They sat in silence for a minute as the house elf cleared the table. “Phew isn’t it scorching outside today?” Draco asked trying to make small talk.
“It sure is,” Hermione said well Blaise sat in silence.
“It’s a great day for a swim. Would you like to go to the pool?” he asked.
“That’s a great idea!” Hermione said standing up from her chair. Before Blaise could say anything they were outside the door, and headed to the deck where the pool was. He let out a sigh and fallowed.
Once outside Hermione took out her wand and waved it over her head. Her clothes were replaced with a black bikini with silver outlining. She watched from a foot away from the edge of the pool as the two boys did the same and they were in swimming trunks. She couldn’t help but stare at their chiseled chests. They were both so gorgeous! Their muscles in their arm were sculpted perfectly, and they both had obvious six packs. This is the one time I approve of quidditch. Hermione thought.
Hermione was so deep in thought that she didn’t even notice Blaise sneaking up behind her. He put a strong, tan arm around her waist and pulled her off the ground. She let out a scream as he threw her into the pool. She made a huge splash and came to the surface. She gave Blaise a mean look, but he didn’t notice because he and Draco were rolling on the ground laughing. But soon enough the boys got up and jumped into the pool, almost landing on Hermione.
“What was that for?” Hermione said as she swam.
“I thought you might need some help getting in,” Blaise said playfully. Hermione laughed and plashed him.
“Hey!” he said as the two of them got in a splash fight.
They swam in the pool for three hours until the boys started getting tired. (Unlike Hermione who will never be tired) They slugged out of the pool and fell onto the grass.
“Phew!” Draco said, taking deep breaths. “I feel refreshed!”
“Same here,” Blaise said flopping onto his stomach.
“Do you know what time it is?” Draco asked.
“Um… last time I checked it was noon,” Blaise said. Draco’s eyes widened.
“Bloody Hell! I’m going to be so late! I have to go, I might make it in time,” he said quickly as he grabbed his wand and used a drying spell.
“Where are you going?” Hermione asked, sitting up.
“I um... I’ve just got to go.” He said grabbing his stuff. “I’ll see you at the meeting.” He said. There was a pop, and he was gone.
“Well that was weird,” Hermione mumbled to no one in particular.
“Yea,” Blaise replied.
They were quiet for a moment before Blaise interrupted her thoughts.
“Um… Hermione?”Blaise asked quietly.
“Yea?” she said looking up at his eyes. His eyes held something she could not decipher. He paused for a moment before continuing.
“Have you thought about Voldamort’s offer yet?” he asked.
Hermione had thought about it some. She wasn’t quite sure of her decision yet though. She wanted badly to help the Order, and to save her friends from their horrible deaths. But was it even possible? All she knew was that she had to find Cliff Morter. But what lay there? Could she even survive if she went back? But the order… she couldn’t just leave them to their deaths. She had to help.
“I don’t know Blaise,” Hermione said. She didn’t know if she could trust Blaise. He seemed to be like a trustworthy person, but what if he wasn’t? Then Voldamort would surely find out and kill her, making it impossible for her friends to survive.
“Oh,” Blaise said quietly. “I have been thinking lately,” Blaise said.
“Well after the talk with you about my parents’ death. I just don’t feel the same. I don’t want to help Voldamort kill any more people.” Blaise said quietly. “After losing someone so close to me… I don’t know. I just don’t want anyone to feel the way I did.” Hermione couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He wanted to help us?
“Blaise, what are you saying?” Hermione asked confused.
“I’m saying I don’t want you to become what I had. Don’t let yourself fallow Voldamort. Fallow what your heart is saying and think about your friends.” Blaise said. “They are dying Hermione…” he said softly. “And if someone doesn’t help them soon, it will be too late.” He said looking up into her eyes. “We need to do something,” Hermione couldn’t believe it. He really wanted to help her. There was still hope for her friends…
“But Blaise what about Voldamort?” she asked.
“He thinks we are his followers. All you have to do is accept his offer, and play the part. Then we can go and ditch a mission and find way to take down the wall.” Blaise said. Hermione was starting to get hopeful. With Blaise by her side they could do it.
“Blaise do you know anything about Cliff Morter?” Hermione asked.
“Yea, I’ve been there once or twice.” Blaise says with a shrug. Hermione’s face lights up.” Why do you ask?”
“Hurry Hermione, we don’t want to be late for the meeting,” Blaise said as he accioed his black cloak. Hermione grabbed her wand and cloak as well.
“Ok I’m ready,” she said letting out a deep breath. She clung to Blaise’s arm and they were in a swirl of green.
She landed once again in the light, open room that she had seen the day before. Voldamort was on his throne like chair with a smirk on his face. Hermione couldn’t help but start to worry. What if he knows about mine and Blaise’s plan? Could Blaise be a spy? If he did know what would happen to me? Would he spare my life? Or would today be my last day? Hermione took a deep gulp and did what she thought to be right. She bowed lowly to Voldamort.
“Lord,” she whispered quietly as she stood back up. A smile spread across his face. She turned to her left to acknowledge Blaise but he had moved from her side, to next to Draco on the right side of Voldamort.
“Ahh, Mrs. Granger,” he said in his snake like voice. “It’s such a pleassssure to see you,” he hissed. Hermione flinched slightly which Voldamort didn’t seem to notice. “Have you thought about my offer?” he asked skeptically. Hermione’s memory flashed before her. She and Blaise had decided it was best for her to accept Voldamort’s offer to eliminate suspicion. Then while they were off on a mission, Blaise would lead them to Cliff Morter. There they would jump from the cliff like Moody had said, and they would see what await them at the bottom, whether it was the end of the wall, or death. Hermione took another gulp.
“I have decided to accept your offer,” she said. Voldamort’s face lit up with pleasure.
“Excellent,” he said. “We shall mark you tonight,” he said. You are free to go back to Zabini Manor now,” he said nodding to Blaise. Blaise nodded back, and she went to his waiting arm. She took it, and they were in a swirl of green.
**Once Hermione landed in the living room of Zabini Manor her face twisted into anger.
“The mark!!” she screamed to no one in particular. “How can I be branded like a horse!” she screeched. She was fuming. This was not part of her plan, and she always fallowed her plan.
“Hermione it’s really not that bad,” Blaise said trying to comfort her, but failing miserably.
“Not that bad?” Hermione said quietly. “Blaise you don’t get it, once it’s there, it will never leave. Even if we make it out alive after this adventure, it will always be there.” She said. Hermione couldn’t bear the thought of having to look at her arm every morning. It was like wearing the word ‘trader’ on her arm. What would her friends think? Well if their dead they won’t even have to see it. Hermione thought. She swatted this horrible thought from her mind.
“I need to go for a run.” Hermione said as she headed to the door. Blaise fallowed behind as quickly as he could, but it was no match for her vampire speed.
“Wait Hermione, where are you going?” he yelled out of the doorway to her retreating figure.
“I don’t know,” Hermione whispered. And then took off into a run. She ran as fast as her feet could take her.
The sky was layered black with the only light as the moon and the stars. She had been running for hours. She couldn’t stop; it relaxed her so much. With the chilled air of the night crisp against her face, she felt more alive than ever. Her mind was free from all of her problems like the air had wiped them clear from her mind. As she slowed to a stop by Zabini manor the thoughts caught back up to her, flooding her mind with problems. She let out a long sigh and opened the doors. She stealthily tiptoed to the library and sat down on the chair next to her stack of books from the night before. Blaise must have gone to bed. Hermione thought.
Hermione flipped through a few books here and there throughout the night. No new or interesting information came up until she stumbled upon an interesting paragraph.
A vampire’s skin is a solid structure, and is like a form of metal. It is nearly indestructible. It can reflect the three unforgivable curses, take in extremely cold temperatures, and withstand hot temperatures. The only weakness of a vampire’s skin is over its heart. The skin is softer and more vulnerable there to be punctured. That is the only way known to the mortal human kind to end a vampire’s life. Other vampires have strong muscles in their hands, making it possible for them to rip through another vampire’s layer of skin.
A smile came to Hermione’s face. This is very interesting. Hermione thought. Being able to reflect the unforgivable would be EXTREAMLY useful. I could be like a human shield. For the rest of the night Hermione finished the rest of the books about vampires, raping them of information that would be helpful to her.
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Chapter 3: With a Plan in Mind
Throughout Hermione’s day she and Blaise had a wonderful time. Hermione showed Blaise her new ‘running’ skills and they went to Diagon alley and Hogsmade. Blaise traveled on a broom while Hermione ran.
Hermione loved the way that Blaise looked at her. Every time she would talk, he would intently linger on her every word like his life depended on it. He would always look into her eyes, and she would look back into his. And that smile. Hermione thought to herself, as she bit her lip of the thought at it. (*A/n: ‘common ladies, a heart melting smile! Don’t act like you haven’t seen it before! Ha-ha) it made her melt every time. Sometimes she thought that he knew what effect it had on her, because he would always give her that smile over and over again.
Even though Hermione was having a splendid time, she couldn’t help but dread what was to come later on that evening. It was the night that she was getting the mark. Her face fell at the thought of a part of Voldamort always with her, torturing her with the memories of him that were to be locked away in the back of her mind forever and on branded to her arm.
But it was a sacrifice she had to make. And that she was going to...
Hermione grabbed her black coat from her walk in closet and secured it around her neck. She grabbed her wand and walked down the staircase to meet Blaise at the bottom.
“Ready?” he asked.
“I think so,” Hermione stumbled out. She was horrible at covering the truth. She was scared out of her mind. Thoughts of failure haunted her mind, and the thoughts of her getting caught. But what disturbed her most was the thought of what would happen to her friends if she didn’t do this. And Blaise… would they kill him with her as well for helping her? She forced a smile on her crooked face and looked at Blaise.
“It’s ok, you’ll be fine. And if anything goes wrong I’ll be right here waiting to help you.” He said as he grabbed Hermione’s hands. The warmth of his hands on hers comforted her. He gave her a reassuring smile and she nodded.
“Ok, it’s time,” he said. He let go of one of her hands, but held the other protectively and firmly. He closed his eyes and they were in a swirl of green.
Hermione plopped to the ground. She landed in the same window covered room, but the windows were enclosed with dark drapes and the only light source of the room was a few candles lighting their way on the walls of the room. It made no difference to Hermione, but it gave her an eerie feeling. She scanned the room to find rows of cloaked figures lined up against the walls across from each other in the room. Then her eyes landed on the snake like figure at the head of the rows. Her stomach squirmed uncontrollably as his blazing red irises burned into hers. He stood from his throne like chair and all of the death eaters bowed. Hermione looked around the room and did the same. Blaise gave her a reassuring nod and then went to join the smoke of death eaters next to what seemed like Draco.
“Pleasse come forward,” he said. Hermione swallowed as she walked towards his intimidating figure. Just then she notices two yellow snake eyes moving along the floor. Nagina. She thought. The snake slithered to her master’s feet and eyed Hermione with suspicion. From Instinct, Hermione’s fangs appeared as her lips pulled back. The snake came closer to her. Hermione let out a small growl and starts to slowly move towards a crouch position, not tearing her eyes from the snakes.
“Settle Hermione,” Voldemort hissed. Nagina looks to him. “It seems that Nagina senses something odd about you,” he says with a smirk. Hermione froze. Bloody hell I’m done, this is the end of me! Her mind was swarmed with thoughts of how to escape and about Blaise, her parents, Harry, and Ron. Stop Hermione! Play it cool! Hermione’s mind fought back. You have to save Harry and Ron!
“m-maybe it’s the vampire scent,” Hermione stutters out with a gulp.
“Maybe so,” Voldemort said as his eyes stayed on Nagina’s. “But do not get comfortable,” he said with a hiss looking back at Hermione with a smirk.
“Yes my lord,” Hermione said with a nod.
“Very well, ssshall we proceed?’Voldemort hisses. Hermione nods.
“Give me your arm,” Voldamort said. Hermione hesitantly forced her arm at him. Now that she thought about it, Hermione had never asked how she got the mark. Hermione gulped. Voldamort put his wand into the ridge of Hermione’s forearm and mumbled something. Hermione looked to her arm as a midnight black ink like substance spread under her skin into swirls and lines forming the mark Hermione had always dreaded. Voldamort lifted his wand. Now to seal the mark for eternity,” Voldamort said. Eternity. Hermione thought with repulsion as she turned her eyes away from the mark of evil on her arm.
“Nagina, come,” he gestured to Nagina. She slithered to her master’s feet. Her yellow eyes collapsed on Hermione’s with hatred. “Put your arm to Nagina,” he ordered. Hermione did as Voldemort ordered but flashed her fangs to the snake. It let out a hiss as it came an inch away from Hermione’s mark. Voldamort hissed, and the snake. It nodded slightly. Its fangs came to Hermione’s arm quickly as it drove through her skin. Hermione did not feel anything as the dark venom of the snake spread throughout her. Moments later, the snake pulled back and gave a look of pride to Hermione. Hermione growled.
“The marking is complete,” Voldemort said. “Bow new follower,” he said. Hermione did as she was told. “You are to leave now. Your first mission will be assigned soon,” he said.
Blaise walked from Draco’s side, to Draco’s dismay, and grabbed Hermione’s pale hand. He stroked it with his thumb and they were in a swirl of green.
The last thing Hermione saw was a pair of loath filled yellow eyes pouring into hers.
Hermione and Blaise landed back in the entry way of Zabini manor.
“Hermione that was amazing!” Blaise said.” You didn’t even let out a scream! When I was branded I was blaring the life out of me. Did you even feel anything?” he asked in disbelief. Hermione looked at him dumbfound. Was it supposed to hurt? I didn’t even feel a twinge of pain. She thought to herself.
“No, I didn’t feel anything,” Hermione said quietly.
“Hmm…” Blaise said. He mumbled something to himself inaudibly, and bombarded her with another question.
“And what was with Nagina?” he asked. “She’s never acted that way before; usually she just does what Voldemort says.” The thought of the tallow eyed snake made Hermione’s lips start to pull back against her teeth. Something wasn’t right about Nagina. And Hermione was going to find out what.
“Hermione, are you ok?’ Blaise asked touching her shoulder. Hermione looked at him and she calmed down slightly.
“It’s just the snake. From the moment I saw her, I knew something was odd about her.” Hermione said staring at the ground lost in thought.
“Maybe it’s just your instincts,” Blaise said rubbing her back.
“Maybe. I hope it is, but I’m going to be keeping an eye on her just to be safe.” Hermione said.
“Yea, that’s a good idea,” Blaise said with a nod.
“Just, be careful,” Blaise said with a short smile to Hermione. “We don’t want Voldemort to get any suspicions about us. And Nagina is a prized possession of his,” he warned. Hermione nodded. But somehow she couldn’t tear her thoughts from the glowing yellow eyes that kept her on her toes.
“Hermione have you ever seen the sunset?” Hermione let out a small laugh.
“of cours I have,” she said with a smile.
“I mean have you really seen the sunset from the sky?” he asked. Hermione wondered.
“No, I never have,” this brought a bigger smile to Blaise’s face showing his perfect smile.
“Would you like me to show you?” he asked. Hermione’s stomach squirmed uncontrollably. She didn’t want to do anything more, then be with Blaise. She bit her lip childishly to conceal a sequel and nodded.
“Great,” Blaise beamed. “Let me just grab my jacket,” he jogged up the stairs and moments later he came back with a muggle soft leather jacket on his shoulders.
“Okay let’s go,” he said as he grabbed Hermione’s hand gently guiding her to the door. She fallowed quietly. As they headed out the door, Blaise started to speed up into a jog.
“Common, We don’t want to miss it!” he encouraged with a smile. Hermione laughed
“Blaise, don’t forget I’m the one that can run like 60 mph,” she replied making them both laugh. “What do you even mean by see the sunset from the sky?’ she asked. Blaise kept running until they were in the middle of the forest by Zabini Manor. He finally stopped and turned back to Hermione, catching his breath.
“We fly of course” he said. Hermione’s face instantly fell. Flying. One of her biggest fears since her first year of Hogwarts. The thought of being above the ground with nothing but a stick to hold her up frightened Hermione to death. Hermione gulped. This made Blaise laugh. She scowled at him.
“What?” she asked crossing her arms, trying to cover her fear with anger.
“It’s just that how can you be afraid of flying? You’ve fought death eaters, been nearly killed by a massive snake, and fought dementors! This is nothing compared to the amazing stuff you have done!” Hermione flushed red. She had done all of those things before, but something about flying scared the sugar quills out of her.
“I just never feel secure on a broom,” Hermione said with a small shrug as her blush crept farther up her cheeks.
“Well that won’t be a problem, because I’ll be here. You can hold on as tight as you want,” he said. Hermione smiled at this offer he made. With that irresistible smile and pleading eyes Hermione couldn’t resist.
“Ugh, alright,” she heaved, rolling her eyes and uncrossing her arms with a teasing smile.
“Perfect. Accio broom.” He said.
‘But! If I die, you’ll regret it!” she said playfully. As the broom flew at full speed towards Blaise he snatched it form the air and put it between his legs.
“Well I guess I’ll be fine, because if you forgot you are immortal,” he said. Hemrione smiled as she too stepped over the broom behind Blaise. She moved towards his body and wrapped her arms around him securely with a pleased smile.
“But, there’s always a possibility,” Blaise said with a smile.
“Wha-“But before she could finish Blaise leaned forward and the broom shot upwards.
“AHHHHH,” Hermione screamed. She squeezed onto Blaise’s body tighter as they flew higher. The moment Hermione made it above the tree tops, streaks of purples, pinks, reds, yellows, and oranges hit her face. Beautiful. Hermione thought. The colors swirled together in perfect harmony lighting the sky to be the most stunning thing she had ever seen. Once they were around one hundred feet above the tree tops Blaise stopped the broom.
“So,” Blaise said with a sigh gazing at the sunset. “What do you think?”
“It’s beautiful,” she said. “Definitely the best sunset I’ve seen in a while.”
“Me too,” Hermione looked out to the sunset. It was so gorgeous, but then she looked to her left. There was the wall, seeming to go on forever to the top of the heavens. Hermione let out a sigh and thought again about her friends on the other side. She shook her head. I’ll save you soon. Hermione thought, hoping that Harry could hear her. Blaise looked at Hermione’s frowning face and fallowed her line of vision to the wall.
“Hermione, it’s ok, they’ll be safe soon. Just be patient.” He said. Hermione sniffed back a tear and nodded.
“Thanks Blaise. I don’t think I’ve told you how much I appreciate you helping me.” She said truthfully.
“Anytime,” he said with a heart stopping smile.
Blaise looked into Hermione’s eyes and slowly leaned towards her. Hermione’s stomach wriggled uncontrollably. Is he really doing what I think he is doing??? His lips came inches away from hers. She bit her lip and then Blaise’s lips collided on top of hers. At first he was gentle, and then he became more urgent like he could not get enough of her. All of Hermione’s thoughts were pulled from her crowded mind. All she could think about was her and him. The universe seemed to stop around them as if they were on top of the world. Blaise pulled away to Hermione’s dismay. He gave her a heartfelt smile as the butterflies in her stomach were flying around crazed, waiting to break free. The sunset was ending unfortunately.
“I think we should probably head back down,” Blaise said with a permanent smile plastered to his face.
“Yea, Hermione said looking down slightly and then regretting that decision and looked straight back at Blaise with a crooked face of fear. Hermione had nearly forgotten that she was 100 feet above the ground on a broom. Silly me. Hermione thought to herself cheerfully. Nothing could tear her down now. Blaise let out a chuckle. Blaise repositioned himself on the broom looking forward.
“Ok hold on tight,” Blaise said. Not a problem. Hermione thought. She wrapped her arms around him and made herself as close as she could be to him.
The day was once again consumed in darkness as the moon began to show itself. Hermione decided to go for a run. She once again had to wipe the slate of her mind clean and formulate a plan.
Hermione smoothly walked through the doors of Zabini manor. Her senses sharpened as the crisp air whipped around her pale face. With no one in sight, Hermione started into a jog and then took off into the night.
Blood. Hermione thought. I’ll get it later when it’s closer to sunrise. Right now I need to plan. She argued. When are Blaise and I going to leave for Cliff Morter? Blaise had been talking about leaving after our first mission. And I think that is a good idea. After being assigned it, we could leave immediately for it and they would be thinking that we’d be finishing up the job. Then we’ll be on the run and pray to Merlin that Voldemort doesn’t notice our absence right away. The thought of Voldemort finding out that Hermione was betraying him made Hermione’s whole body writher in fear. But even worse the thought of what would happen to Blaise. Blaise… he’s such an amazing wizard. Hermione’s mind flashed back to the kiss just earlier that day. She wished that it would have never ended. But of course it would have to. Hermione was thinking deeply about Blaise when an unwelcomed thought entered her mind. Draco Malfoy. There was something about him. He intrigued her so much. But I can’t. She thought. It’s bad enough that I can’t focus on the mission because of Blaise. That’s wrong enough in its own. But Draco? She shook her head. It would be so wrong… Yet so right. Hermione thought back. Hermione couldn’t help as her mind flooded with all of the captivating thoughts she had of him, but they were almost instantly slashed away with the power of her conscious. Hermione’s mind felt like it was being stretched in so many directions she didn’t know what to do. Blood…
“I might as well satisfy my needs.” Hermione said to herself with a sigh.
She turned around and ran back in the direction she came. He slowed as she reached the brim of the forest. She let her instincts take control over her body. Her senses sharpened to see every twitch, hear every breath, and sense every body heat in the distance. The smells overwhelmed her. She gave into the temptations and let the beast inside her break free. She flew on the ground missing every branch by centimeters, until she found what she had been searching for. Once she saw the wolf’s neck fully exposed she ran at full speed. The wolf took off in a run away from Hermione, but it was no match for her speed. Within seconds she had pinned the wolf to the ground and had her fangs inches deep into its neck. She drained the wolf and then stood up. She looked at the wolf, torn to pieces by the beast she called herself. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as a tear rolled down her cheek.
Hermione hated to take the life of any creature, and she felt selfish when she did. She reached down and grabbed the fur of the wolf that was splattered in blood. She bent down and pat the wolf softly.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
She wiped away another tear from her face and stood back up. She took off in a run towards the brim of the forest. She took one last look at the wolf’s body and frowned. Hermione ran to the nearby lake and came to the edge. She bent to the water’s surface. And put her hands into the chilly water. She scrubbed the blood from her hands vigorously. She splashed some water to her face, and removed the blood smothered around her mouth. She looked at her reflection of the rippling water and frowned. Yes she was beautiful. But all this beauty brought her was pain. The pain of being a murderer. Hermione couldn’t wipe the thought of the already two humans and animals she had killed from her mind. They died for no reason. She thought. She shook her head and looked up from the water. She swatted the reflection as if trying to rip this monster from herself. But it was useless. This monster would always be part of her. From now until eternity.
Hermione’s sighed and took in a deep breath. She relaxed for a moment then she suddenly tensed that…. That… smell? She thought. Her instincts once again took control as her body moved into a crouch position and her fangs started to show as her lips pulled back. A growl escaped her clenched teeth as she scoped the area. She didn’t seem to see anything but that smell was all too familiar. Where is it from? Hermione thought. She racked her mind for an answer but none came. All she knew is that it was something unwanted. Another growl escaped her lips but she started to stand up straighter. She looked up to the sky to see the sun start to rise. I need to get back to see Blaise. Hermione thought.
She took one last strong look around the area, but found nothing. She sighed and turned to look at Zabini Manor in the distance. She picked up speed and was there within seconds, leaving behind a pair of lethal yellow eyes in the brush.
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Chapter 4: And so it begins…
Blaise was sitting on the couch with Hermione lying down with her head in his lap, relaxing in front of the fireplace. Blaise gently stoked Hermione’s hair as she flipped another page of her favorite muggle love story.
“Hermione?” he asked glancing down at her serene face.
“Hmm…?” she said closing her book and glancing up at Blaise.
“I wanted to ask you something, do you-“Before he could finish Blaise’s whole body tensed as he collapse over in pain. Hermione’s eyes went wide and she instantly got off of Blaise. He let out a whimper of pain.
“What’s wrong??” she questioned moving to Blaise’s side in a panic. He forced his arm from his side to Hermione, the snake was moving across his forearm as it glowed.
Hermione looked to hers to find that hers was also doing the same, but Hermione felt no jolt of pain. She looked back to Blaise’s tortured body.
“He’s calling us, we have to go,” She said with a gulp. Blaise nodded and slowly came to her side. He closed his eyes as tight as he could and they were in a swirl of green.
The moment they landed in the presence of Voldemort Blaise’s mark ceased to hurt. He rubbed the tender mark, as Hermione helped him up. Hermione looked around to find around a dozen deatheaters, and Voldemort. He gave her a stern look. Hermione and Blaise bowed lowly to Voldemort, as he kept his head high and eyes locked on Hermione.
“I have a mission for you,” he said, not tearing his eyes from Hermione. His red eyes seemed to burn right through her soul, surrounding her in fear. Hermione gulped in fright and lowered her head in a slow nod.
“Sources have told me that here are two traitors on the land. They have been seen on the outskirts of Hogsmade. I need you to bring them to me immediately after you find them. They are not permitted to live.” He said harshly. Hermione’s eyes widened slightly at the thought of the two traitors. Who is his source? Could the two traitors be us??? Hermione thought in panic.
“Now, go to Hogsmade and return to me when you have found them, do not stop until you do,” he hissed. Hermione and Blaise nodded quickly.
Hermione looked to her right to see Draco’s eyes upon hers. She gave him a weak smile and took Blaise’s hand. He noticed their linked hands and grimaced. Hermione tore her eyes away from his infuriated eyes, as they were swallowed in a swirl of green.
They flopped onto the scarce streets of Hogsmade. Blaise helped Hermione up, as she brushed the soot from her cloak.
“Thanks,” she mumbled with a quick smile.
“So…” he said as he stuck his hands in his pockets. “What are we doing?” he asked looking up.
“I don’t know, I wasn’t expecting him to call us for another week or so,” Hermione said shaking her head in confusion.
“I think we should do it. We should go to Cliff Morter,” he said looking up at Hermione. This took her by surprise. She had always thought that someday she would go to Cliff Morter, but she didn’t think it would be happening so soon. The thought almost frightened her.
“M-Maybe we should just do this mission, then go the next,” Hermione said looking up cautiously at Blaise’s ocean blue eyes. Blaise looked back at her frightened eyes. He didn’t want her to be scared, if only she knew how much he cared for her; he would never let anything bad happen to her. He took Hermione’s hands gently.
“Hermione… I know that this is scary, but we have to do this.” He said. “Think about Harry, and Ron, and everyone else. Could you really let the opportunity to save them pass you by?” he asked. Hermione fought back a tear as he said this. She looked to her shoes, trying not to meet Blaise’s pleading eyes. The thought of Harry and Ron, and their safety always concerned her. She wanted to help them so badly, but she couldn’t hide her fear. But I have to. She thought. She nodded slowly.
“Ok...” she whispered. This was it; this was her time to do what was right.
“Alright, so how are we going to get to Cliff Morter?” Hermione asked. Blaise smiled and reached in his back pocket. He pulled out a map…
“Ok, so we are here.” He said pointing to the spot between Hogwarts and Murk Lake. “And we need to get all the way down here.” He said pointing to the mountains at the opposite corner of the map.
“Wow…” Hermione said with wide eyes. “That’s a long way.”
“Yea, and I was doing some research the other afternoon about the dark arts, and I found something really interesting. I found that Voldemort has been using dark magic to track apparitions and hunt down people, for years.” Blaise said.
“Oh…” Hermione said.
“So I don’t think we should aparate anywhere, because as soon as Voldemort finds out we are missing he will use every kind of dark magic he can to find us,”
“How are we going to get there then?” Hermione asked worriedly. Blaise paused for a moment, hesitating the thought he had.
“I think it would be best to fly,” Blaise said. Hermione’s stomach twisted. Fly? Was he serious? Hermione couldn’t stand the thought of flying.
“Hmmm…” Hermione said, trying to find a way around her biggest fear. Then a pleasing thought came to her mind. “How about you fly, and I’ll run?” she compromised. The thought of her being able to run freely made Hermione’s smile grow. Blaise though about the idea in his mind.
“That could work,” he said with a smile. Hermione let out a breath she was holding in at the thought of her not having to fly.
“Ok, so it’s settled!” Hermione said happily. “Cliff Morter here we come,”
Blaise snapped his fingers and moments later a broom and a book bag flew to him. He caught it from the air in ease.
“What’s that?” Hermione said looking to the bag curiously.
“Well, I didn’t know when we’d leave so I had the house elves have a bag of food and supplies ready everyday just in case,” he said. Hermione’s smile brightened. What would she do without Blaise? He was so well prepared. Hermione thought with a chuckle to herself. But the thought of food brought her mind to blood. She looked to the veins in his arms as he threw the bag over his shoulder. Hermione shook this terrible thought from her mind. She could never do this to Blaise. Never.
“Ok so we should be heading southwest,” Blaise said looking at the map. Which is that way,” he said pointing in the distance over Hogsmade.
“Ok, let’s go then,” Hermione said. Blaise nodded and got onto his broom with his bag over his shoulder. His broom lifted to the air.
“Just try and keep up,” Hermione said with a smirk. Blaise shook his head with a smile. Hermione started off in a jog, and then started to wind her way through the streets of Hogsmade with Blaise ten feet above her on his broom. She looked up and gave him a full toothy grin. She focused her energy and picked up speed even more. Blaise started to trail behind but only slightly.
They flew for hours past open fields, and wooded forests, until the sun was just visible over the horizon.
“Hermione!” Blaise yelled to her as he lowered his broom to her level. She looked to him and slowed as they reached the edge of an immense forest. But Hermione didn’t want to stop. She could run like this forever. Just her and the wind. But, Blaise needed to rest seeing as it was getting dark. She came to a complete stop a little way into the forest. Blaise got off his broom slowly.
“Ouch,” he said as he slowly limped to a log near him. Hermione laughed.
“What?” Blaise said with a smile. “You try sitting on a broom for half a day,” Blaise said a fell onto the log. He took his book bag off his shoulder and threw it on the ground.
He rummaged through it, and then pulled out a map. He scanned it before pointing out to Hermione where they were. Hermione listened but then he mind started to wander. She looked from the map to his strong arms, fallowing to his shoulder and fallowing it up to his neck. She watched his pulse intently. Just a taste… the monster inside her pleaded. She started to lean in. But then something blocked her. It was Blaise’s arms on hers.
“Hermione?” he asked worriedly shaking her, breaking her trance. She snapped out of her daze and looked from his neck to his eyes fearfully.
”Hermione are you feeling alright?” He asked looking to her bloodshot eyes. She shook her head vigorously with wide eyes. She stepped away from him. Blaise looked at her confused. How could she have even thought about resorting to that? What would she have done with herself if he wouldn’t have stopped her? The thought of Blaise gone tortured Hermione’s mind.
“I have to go, I’ll be back soon, just get some rest and something to eat,” Hermione said. She flinched at the sound of food. Without waiting for Blaise’s reply she ran to the depth of the shadows in the forest.
She ran letting her instincts take over her body. The Hermione we had known was hidden deep behind this monster. She dodged the branches with ease as her night vision and reflexes kicked in. She could smell something delicious close by that was drawing her towards it. In the distance there seemed to be a fire burning. An evil smirk came to the monsters face as she ran faster towards it. She could smell the blood of a human, and would stop at nothing till the taste was drowning on her tongue. She saw a sleeping bag next to the fire. Her fangs began to show as she took a long bound towards the bundle as a young man looked up at the sight before him. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, until they grew wide. He was about to let out a scream when the monsters body came in contact with him. She pinned him to the ground and brutally hurled her fangs into him. She sucked the sickly blood into the monsters body, satisfying its thirst. She absorbed everyone ounce of blood until there was no more. Her eyes started to fade from its red color slowly. But then Hermione felt a shock go through her body as she fell to the ground. The monsters eyes began to droop as its vision blurred. Then it closed its eyes and weakened.
Hermione woke up with her head throbbing and her leg blazing hot. She stood up but then lost her balance. Before she hit the ground a pair of ice cold hands catch her. They set her down on the ground gently. Hermione looked up to see a beautiful young women staring back at her kindly. She had pale porcelain skin, long curly blonde hair that went to her mid back. But there was something familiar about her. Hermione's eyes caught hers and she stared in awe. She was entranced by the womens yellow eyes with a splash of green. They were familiar, but not in a good way. Something about those eyes told her to keep her distance away from the women. Hermione cautiously inched herself away from the stranger.
“Hello,” the girl said in a sweet voice. Hermione looked away from the womens gaze and instantly felt more at ease.
“Hello,” Hermione replied sitting up then feeling dizzy again.
“Drink this you’ll feel better,” she said handing Hermione an orange vile. Hermione looked at the girl suspiciously not bringing the bottle to her lips.
“Who are you?” Hermione questioned.
“I am a vampire as well. Please drink, I mean you no harm,” she said. Hermione’s leg started to burn more, so she took a small sip of the bottle, not taking her eyes off of the women. The moment the cool liquid went down her throat the burn in her leg started to ease. She drank the rest of the bottle, and the dizziness stopped. Hermione looked back to the women. she helped me, so maybe i shouldn't be so suspicious. she thought. She eased up slightly but was still on her guard.
“Thank you,” Hermione said quietly handing her back the empty bottle. “My name is Hermione Granger,” she said.
“Yes, I know of you,” she said. Hermione looked at her confused.
“I have heard of what you seek, and I know of yours and the mortals you are traveling with journey. My name is Elena, the vampire guardian.” She said politely.
“What is a vampire guardian?” Hermione asked curiously.
“I was born hundreds of years ago, and was made to watch over all vampires. I am somewhat of an angel to mortals you could say,” she said with a sweet smile.
“Why are you here?” Hermione questioned.
“I am here to help you my dear,” She said. “I have felt your pity for the ones you take the life of, and I know of your journey.” She said. Hermione thought of the creatures she had killed. It was true she did pity. “After watching you for some while, I have found that you are not very good at controlling your hunger. You need to take power of the monster within you and encage it. You will have to drink to survive, but you need to be able to let your instincts out at reasonable times. For example, when you were with your mortal Blaise Zabini you nearly attacked him. You need to be able to conquer the animal within you and RESIST.” She said. Hermione nodded in understanding. She never wanted to come close to harming Blaise again.
“But the main reason I am here is to help you with your mission. On the wall things are much worse than when you left. I have been trying to get the vampires to refrain from attacking humans, but there are merely no more animals left. Soon, the whole population will become vampires, or be dead. And when there are just vampires, they will all die of hunger. We need to tear this wall down.” She said.
“Well I’m trying,” Hermione said thinking of the other side. “How have you been to both sides?” Hermione questioned.
“Because I am the vampire guardian I can cross through the objects. I have more powers then a regular vampire.” She said. Hermione nodded in understanding. “One of my powers is foreseeing the future,” she said. “And that’s how I’m going to help you,” she said. Hermione was in shock. Could she really be real? Hermione had never known that there was so much to a vampire.
“What have you seen?” Hermione asked.
“I can only see a short time into the future, but I have seen that the mortal dark lord will find out about your betrayal within the next few hours.” She said. Hermione shivered with fear. The thought of Voldemort hunting them was bloodcurdling.
“Does he know where we are headed?”
“No, but that is as far ahead as I can see.” She said. “But I would suggest you move quickly,” Hermione nodded. “And I’m sorry about biting your leg,” she said glancing at Hermione’s leg. My leg? Hermione thought franticly. She looked down at her leg to see two small dots.
“Why did you bite me?!” Hermione said in confusion.
“It was just to calm your vampire instincts down, nothing else,” she said. Hermione calmed down slightly.
“Alright,” Hermione huffed.
“I must be going now. It was a pleasure meeting you Hermione granger,” she said sweetly.
“Same to you,” Hermione said.
“Goodbye and good luck Hermione Granger,” she said sweetly.
“Goodbye,” Hermione said. She turned around and started to walk in the distance, then her form started to fade, and the vampire guardian was gone.
Hermione ran back to the camping spot to see Blaise sitting on the log eating dinner. He looked up as she came to sit next to him.
“Hey,” Hermione said softly.
“Hey, where did you go off to?” he asked.
“I was just really hungry,” she said dropping her gaze to the ground.
“Oh,” she heard Blaise reply. Hermione felt horrible for running away from Blaise, but it was for his own good.
“So aren’t you tired?” she asked him.
“Yea,” he said putting down his dinner bowl.
“Ok then I’ll set up the tent,” she said.
“Tent?” he asked. “I didn’t pack a tent,” Hermione smirked.
“Now I’m not that useless! Hermione said punching his arm playfully. “I did happen to bring a nice tent,” she said reaching into her pocket. In her palm was a little suit case. She set it on the ground ten feet away from them and stood back. Blaise let out a laugh.
“Well I don’t think that tent is doing too much for us Hermione,” he said with a laugh.
“Just wait for it,” Hermione said with a grin. Seconds later there was a popping noise and the little suitcase grew to be about twelve feet high and stretched to be three rooms wide. Blaise’s jaw dropped. Hermione let out a laugh at his face.
“Where did you get this?” he asked in disbelief.
“I picked it up a long time ago. I’ve had it in my pocket since the day I came over from the wall.” Hermione said with a shrug.
“Let’s go inside,” she said grabbing his hand and tugging him behind her. They walked in to find a carpeted living room with a couch, two chairs, and a fireplace. And attached was a small kitchen with an island, a stove, a sink, a fridge, and the entire kitchen supplies needed. On either side of the rooms was a bedroom with their own bathroom.
“That one is yours,” Hermione said pointing to the one on the left. “And this one’s mine,” she said pointing to the one on the right. Blaise’s face lit up.
“Hermione this is amazing!” Blaise said cheerfully. Hermione smiled at his satisfaction.
“Yes, but you need to get some sleep. We are leaving bright and early tomorrow. I want to make it to Cliff Morter before mid day tomorrow.” Hermione said. Blaise nodded.
“Sounds like a plan,” he said. He walked up to Hermione and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Hermione’s face instantly lit up. “Goodnight,” he said flashing a heart- stopping smile.
“Goodnight Hermione replied watching him walk to his room. Hermione walked back to her room and flopped on her bed.
“Tomorrow’s the day,” Hermione said to herself with a huff. She pulled a book from the bookshelf in her room and got immersed in its pages.
A/N: ok! That’s Chapter 4 part 2. PLEASE REVIEW!
Chapter 5: An Unwanted Surprisehttp://i38.tinypic.com/zx7ear.png
Blaise and Hermione treaded their way up the steep incline. There were trees that engrossed them within their branches that seemed to go on forever surrounding them. Hermione easily made her way through twisted roots covering the ground, but not failing to notice Blaise clumsily tripping every so often. Blaise let out a frustrated huff. He now greatly regretted the idea to leave his broom at the start of the hill.
“Hermione,” he huffed, out of breath. “Can we…” he stopped to take in a much needed breath. “Take a break?” Hermione completely forgot about her human companion that had to take breaks, unlike her tireless stone body.
“Oh yea, I’m really sorry Blaise I totally forgot about taking breaks, go ahead,” she responded. “I want to run ahead and see how far away we are from the Cliffs edge anyways,”
“Ok,” he said.
“Grab something to eat and drink, I’ll be quick,” she said. He nodded and Hermione took off in a blur.
She easily weaved her way around the trees. She was so focused ahead that she barely noticed a figure appear next to her running alongside her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the blur of the figure and screeched to a stop. Her body lowered to a crouch, and she let out a snarl through her clenched teeth.
Stay calm. A silky voice said in her head. It’s just me. Elena’s figure appeared in front of her with that familiar sweet smile that reached her yellow eyes upon her porcelain face.
“Hello Hermione,” she said smoothly.
“Hi again Elena, um… why are you here? You scared me.” Hermione asked curiously.
“Sorry to scare you my dear but I thought I should warn you of future events.” She said. Hermione nodded. This must mean that she has had a vision. Hermione thought. “The moment that you jump from Cliff Morter, the dark lord will know where you are. So you must be on your guard after, and move quickly,” Hermione instantly flinched at the thought of Voldemort knowing where she was. Searching for her. Or worse, Blaise.
“But which way is where we should jump from the Cliff?” Hermione asked. Elena elegantly raised a white finger to the horizon where the sun was about to set.
“Fallow the sun,” she said. She gave Hermione a warm smile as she faded from the spot. Hermione looked around, but Elena was nowhere in sight. I’m always here. Elena’s soft voice whispered in her head. Hermione settled slightly knowing that Elena would be with her for the rest of this mission. Hermione turned back to the direction she had came from and went to find Blaise.
Her pace slowed as she saw him in the distance. He was packing up his bag and shrunk it to pocket size.
“Have you seen the Cliff’s edge?” he asked. Hermione thought carefully about her answer. Was she supposed to tell Blaise about Elena? She questioned herself. No. A soft voice cooed in her ears. The mortal can’t know about a vampire guardian’s existence. The voice nearly hissed. Hermione jumped back from Elena’s hostility. Just please do not tell him about me. Her voice went back to its honey tone. Hermione shook off this odd response from her and turned to Blaise’s worried face.
“Are you alright?” he asked her cautiously. Hermione nodded quickly.
“Oh yea, I’m fine,” she said with a quick flash of a smile. Blaise looked at her strangely then turned around to walk up the hill. Hermione mentally slapped herself for her embarrassing internal argument. She heard a sweet chuckle from Elena. She easily caught up to Blaise and shortened her strides to match his slow human steps.
After the sun was nearly ducked below the horizon, the edge of the cliff came into view.
“I see it,” Hermione said. Blaise’s lips turned up into a smile as he started to see the drop off as well. His pace started to quicken and Hermione fallowed. They came to the cliffs edge and Blaise planted his feet just an inch form the edge. He peered down skeptically. Hermione sensed his hearts quicken, and she looked over as well.
Beneath her was a pit of black. She tried to use her vampire powers to see farther, but even her enhanced sight saw nothing but blackness. Her stomach started to knot at the thought of jumping. She kicked a large stone over the edge, and waited to hear the impact of it hitting the ground. Blaise listened carefully as well. But it continued to be silent. Hermione swallowed the formed lump in her throat. Is this suicide? She asked herself. Has Moody lost his marbles??? How can he think it’s safe to jump from a Cliff?! She thought of Moody and the rest of the Order. No. Moody was one of the best auroras ever to exist. She thought back. She shamed herself for even questioning him. She trusted the Order, no matter what.
“Are you ready?” her voice cracked. She met Blaise’s wide eyes with fear. You’ll be alright. The soft voice whispered in her mind.
“Um… I don’t know,” he said slowly.
“We’ll be alright,” she said transferring Elena’s words to him. Elena had said AFTER you jump from Cliff Morter Voldemort would know you betrayed him. So that meant there had to be an after, right? She thought about it for a while, and the more she thought about it, the more she was convinced to jump. For some odd reason she trusted Elena with her life. She confidently looked up into Blaise’s eyes.
“I know we will,”
Blaise’s figure un-tensed slightly. He let out a long sigh.
“To Merlin’s wand with it, let’s do it,” he said with a strong smile appearing on his face, but not reaching his ocean blue eyes. Hermione grinned back at him reassuringly.
“But just in case this is the end,” Blaise said. He put his hands on Hermione’s face, and pulled her face to his. His lips urgently collapsed on her stone cold ones. And he seemed to never let go as he deepened the kiss, and Hermione’s hands flooded to his silky hair. But then he pulled away to Hermione’s disappointment. Her lips felt like they were dancing with joy upon her face as they tingled. She gave him a sweet smile and they intertwined fingers.
“On three,” he huffed.
The moment their feet left the safe comfort of the ground, the butterflies in Hermione’s stomach stopped. She let the air take her body into its grasp, hoping that it would be kind to her. Blaise’s thrilled scream echoed in the darkness all around her, but her body could not emit a peep. She felt like she was a frozen statue falling through the air with no movement. As they sliced through the open air Hermione started to see the end. She put her hands in front of her face and closed her eyes waiting for the impact. But none came. She opened one eye cautiously, but found she was staring inches away from the ground.
“Hermione?” a voice echoed. She opened both eyes and turned her head. She fell to the ground with a oomph and got up brushing her cloths.
“I’m here,” she said, looking around. She looked around and saw Blaise with his hands outstretched a few yards away from her with squinted eyes.
“Where are you? I can’t see.” He said franticly. Hermione walked to him and took his arms. He flinched by the touch but then calmed. Hermione pulled out her wand and lumosed the area. His arms went to his side and he relaxed. They both looked around with curious eyes. Surrounding them on all four sides were walls of rock, and the ground was a layer of dirt. What am I looking for Elena? Hermione asked mentally hoping Elena would answer. Look down. Elena’s soft voice said. Hermione obeyed and her head snapped down. On the ground was a single manille envelope. Blaise fallowed her gaze and saw the envelope as well. Blaise bent down and picked it up. It was un-addressed, but then a neat script wrote across the front slowly.
Blaise handed the envelope to Hermione. “It’s addressed to you.” He said in astonishment. Hermione cautiously took the envelope. The last time she had seen an object that wrote itself was the diary of Tom Riddle that possessed her best friend Ginny Weasely. She did not like the look of this envelope. Hermione started to tear at the flap of the envelope. She opened it and pulled out a folded piece of paper. She took a deep breath and held Blaise’s hand next to her. She was about to open it when they were in a swirl of green…
a/n: ok, so SHORT update, but there's way more to come. Part 2 coming in a few days, i'm just not allowed to be on my computer at home, so i'm doing this at the library. I have more written, but not enough time to put it into the computer. I'm trying my hardest. please forgive me :)
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