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A Vampire's Lament by FlameWolf3182
Chapter 12 : Illusions
 
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She's standing outside holding me
Saying oh please
I'm in love
I'm in love

Girl save your soul
Go on save your soul
Before it's too far gone
And before nothing can be done

'Cause without me
You got it all
So hold on
~Rob Pattinson: Never Think




Hermione could feel her entire body give up on her. She watched the still face of her love as her eyes began to flutter and drop. Everything around her blurred and she strained to concentrate on those around her. Draco’s body seemed to flicker in and out of reality and she tried grasping at him, but all she felt was empty air.

Just let go, Hermione. Trust me, and I’ll take care of everything. Iris whispered softly and Hermione went limp.


Hermione blinked several times against the bright sun shining through
her windows. She gasped loudly and felt a painful thud as her heart skipped a beat. Her hand flew up to her chest as a new heartbeat quickened beneath it. Within a half a second, she realized there was no pain itching across her body from the sun. She cautiously ran her fingers up her skin feeling as though she was caught up in a dazed dream.

“I’m dreaming, right?” Hermione asked. For the first time in many years, Hermione knew she wasn’t talking to anyone. “I have to find –” Just as she spoke, the heavy realization of Draco’s death weighed down on her. Her chest ached as if a knife had been plunged deep inside her. She wrapped her arms around herself and felt her heart plummet desperately. The curtains loudly flew shut causing her to jump, and the door slowly creaked open.

“How are you feeling?” The oddly familiar young red head asked as she walked through the door. Her voice caused loud bells to ring in Hermione’s memory.

“Iris?” Hermione asked in shock. “I really am dreaming, aren’t I? I must have had a nervous breakdown when Draco died.” She said more to herself.

“Not quite.” Iris said hesitantly. “Do you remember anything after finding out Draco died?” Hermione thought for a moment, only remembering the blurred people around her. She silently shook her head and Iris took a step towards her. “This may hurt a bit, you’re mind has been through a lot the past few hours.” Hermione felt a sharp pin deep inside her head before she lost all sense of where she was.


”Be careful with her,” Draco growled as Marius carried Hermione’s unconscious body through the hallways. Her eyes flickered rapidly, never focusing long on one thing.

“You know damn well that I won’t be dropping her.” Marius shot back before turning into an empty room. Draco stopped and waited with his arms crossed as the door shut in his face.


Marius gently placed Hermione onto a long wooden table. The floor was scattered with open books and various vials. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes trying to steady his mind. He grabbed one of the closer vials and quickly drank the bubbling liquid inside. As he swallowed, he poured a similar bubbling potion inside Hermione’s mouth. Within seconds, the two began radiating a white aura. Marius took another steadying breath, and placed his fingers onto Hermione’s forehead. He pushed gently against her skin, smiling slightly as his fingers began disappearing inside her head. Minutes passed into hours as Marius surgically maneuvered inside her mind. His eyes suddenly burst open as he feels the ice cold object he had been searching for. He eased his hand and fingers from her mind and examined the small black orb in his hand.

“I’m sure you’ll have a bit of critiquing to do, Iris.” Marius murmured to the small orb causing it to glow slightly. “I bet you’re just happy I didn’t kill either of you. Yes, well I am as well.” He placed the small orb onto the free space next to Hermione on the table. With a quick flourish, he sliced a long cut into Hermione’s arm closest to the orb. The blood trickled from her wound and collected next to the orb. As the blood absorb into it, the orb grew and expanded. In a short minute, the orb was nearly the size of Hermione and easily resembled that of a human. Marius watched hopefully waiting for the long cut to close up until finally the blood ceased and the skin began stitching back together. He jumped up and hurried to the other side of the table and began pouring liquids into the still glowing black form. Slowly, the limbs began moving and the color began fading into a lighter and paler color. Marius spread a thick blanket over the form and watched excitedly as features became clear on its face. Her eyes flew open and quickly relaxed as she sighed contently.

“See, I knew you could do it.” The girl said confidently and wrapped the blanket tightly around herself before standing.

“Iris,” Marius greeted kindly with a slight bow.

“I’d enjoy it if you called me by my real name for now on.” She said smirking.

“No problem, Isleen.” Marius said with a laugh. Isleen leaned over Hermione and rubbed her face gently.

“I told you that I would take care of everything.” She whispered with a large smile. Marius crossed the room and let Draco inside after hours of waiting. He rushed over to Hermione and immediately felt the warm of her skin, and the strong beat of her heart.

“She’s going to be asleep for a while, you should get her to a bed so she can rest easier.” Marius told him. Draco nodded and lifted her up into his arms and protectively held her against his chest.


Draco walked back to his room and laid Hermione’s still body onto his bed. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her softly on the forehead. The smile on his face was permanently plastered in place as he watched her. He was so glad that all the stress and anxiety of the dangerous ceremony was over and that nothing bad came from it. After a few minutes of rubbing her face and neck, there was a soft knock and Isleen came in.

“We weren’t exaggerating when we said it would be a while.” Isleen said walking over to him. “You haven’t eaten for over a day. Plus, with just getting over being sick, you should be looking out for yourself as well.”

“Fine, but it’ll be fast.” Draco said not taking his eyes off Hermione. “I’ll be waiting for you when you wake up.” He whispered into her ear and kissed her softly on the lips.



Hermione felt her senses flood back and she saw the bedroom she was in again. Isleen put a small hand on her shoulder and smiled sadly.

“I know that I put you through a lot of risk, but I knew that it would be alright. You always had a soul Hermione, I just had to be the one to let it go.” Isleen explained.

“What about Draco?” Hermione asked breathing heavily.

“I have to apologize greatly for that too. It was the only way for me to make sure, without a shadow of a doubt, that you loved him more than anything. I’m giving you everything back. You love him, and you of all people deserve to have that sort of happiness. With me you couldn’t have that.”

“So it was all a dream? Draco’s alright? Please, tell me he’s alright.” Hermione pleaded. The door opened again and Hermione watched expectantly as Draco walked inside smiling.

“I’m perfect,” He said and caught her in a hug as she ran to him. “Did you really think that a stupid fever would kill me?” He asked playfully.

“The moment you told Black that you would find another way to save him, I knew I had to try this. The memory you have of coming back to the Hotel was all just an elaborate illusion. Draco's fever had broke soon after we left to find a doctor to help.” Isleen could clearly see Hermione didn’t care a bit about explanations at the moment. She clung tightly around Draco’s neck and cried out of relief into his chest. Quietly, Isleen left the room and shut the door. Hermione looked up at Draco lovingly, never wanting to remember the illusion Isleen had created.

“How do you feel?” Draco asked her.

“Warm,” Hermione said with a laugh. She waved her hand across the closed curtains, and frowned when they didn’t budge.

“You’ll need this for now on.” Draco said reaching into his pocket and pulling out her old wand. “Without Isleen, you don’t have all those powers anymore.” Hermione magically opened the curtains and enjoyed the feeling of the sun on her skin. She traced her fingers up Draco’s bare forearms and smiled when he didn’t flinch.

“I think that’s a trade that I can live with.” Hermione said and pulled Draco into a kiss. He placed his hand over her chest and smiled against her lips as her heart jumped and began pounding furiously.



Author's Note: Short, yes, I know. I just couldn't get my muse to work with me and I just had to give up and post what I had. I'm sure you're happy that Draco isn't actually dead, I know I am. Anyway, so now Hermione and Iris (now Isleen) are seperated and Hermione is a pure vampire again. AKA she can walk in the sun, eat normal food, pretty much back to how she was in Secret Lusts. Hope there's no confusion.

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