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This is it! This is the Fan Fiction you came to read. WARNING- Big cliff hanger may be on end.

 

 

The window was foggy. Light shone through a hole in the fog, enough moon light to show the longing look on the face of an eighteen-year-old girl. The moon was fading as the sun rose in the near hours, but the girl still looked out the window, longing for the times when things were easy and life was all in one place. Her eyes watered. The feelings welled up inside of her, deep and strong. Snow began to take the place of the fog, and the temperatures plummeted into freezing; she didn’t notice. The alarm clock went of in the background; she didn’t move. It was September 1, and she didn’t want to move. Today started the time when she would have to move on from the seven years of schooling, a time when she had to choose, and a time when she had to love. Eventually she got up slowly, and went to turn off the alarm. “You annoying little clock, why do you have to remind me that it is today?” She threw the clock against the wall, allowing it to break and crumble onto the floor. She too crumbled, and cried at the thought of never seeing him again. Shots fired through the door.

 

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“Potter speaking. Yes, I know Granger. I went to school with her for seven years. Yes, I can come to the Department. Now? Okay, I understand. Be there soon. Thank you. Bye.” He sat, staring in disbelief. Dead…why? He got up; He knew that he had to go to the Department. “Ron! We have to go now! Emergency!” His roommate came out in jeans and a T. “Where are we going?” A grave look passed on Harry’s face. “To the Department.”

 

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The Department was in a hurried rush when they arrived. A large man, in about his forties, walked into the office. Two were dead in three days. Today was a nightmare. He walked down the hall and took a left, and entered into the door marked “Identifications”. He knew what lay inside, and tried to prepare mentally to see his son dead, newly out of school. He was followed by two boys; both about the same age as Draco. He almost broke down right there. “Don’t cry,” He ordered himself, “It may not even be him.” But he knew inside that is was. He went in.

 

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“Do you think…?"Ron stopped…unable to finish the sentence. “I don’t want to think, Ron, I just don’t even want to think.” Harry and Ron followed the hallway and took a left into the same door as the older man. It was then, before they saw her that they knew. She was gone, and they weren’t. It almost killed them both right there.

 

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“Hello, My name is Doctor James Howard. How are you doing this evening?” His voice seemed unconcerned that two people just died. “How do you think we are?!” Harry was almost screaming in his rage. His best friend, Hermione Granger was dead, along Draco Malfoy; both murdered in the early morning; both murdered in cold blood. “Let’s just get this over with, ok?” The older man seemed to not want to be there longer then need be. “Ok. Here is who we believe is,” he looked at his clip board, searching for the name, “Draco Malfoy. Is this your son?” The man looked at the young boy. Harry thought for a while, looking at the boy, blond haired, fair, very pale. The side of his head was bashed in, and his clothes were soaked in blood. His eye (The other one was swollen shut) was a bright, vivid green. Draco…after all this time…dead…along with Herminoie. “Lucious, did…did your son know anyone who might do this?” The man was crying silently. He choked out a “Yes, he did. Plenty. I thought you hated him too,” and to Doctor Howard, “This is my son, excuse me.” He rushed out of the room and headed towards the rest rooms. A sound like hurling was heard in the halls.  “Very sad. Very sad, indeed.” He proceeded to move to the next sheet-covered bed. “Now seeing as you are the only ones close by to do a next-of-kin identification, please tell me if this is indeed Hermione Granger.” He proceeded to remove the sheet, as Ron excused himself from the room. Harry stepped forward to see Herminoie, shot in the head and bloody. He was about to vomit right there, but he held his composure. He told the doctor that it was indeed Hermione Granger as he left to room. The doctor smirked as he left, and once gone whispered, “Yes, I know. Thank you both.”  He turned and left the room out another way which led to his office. Doctor Howard called his employer, Neville Longbottom. “It is done.”

 

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In the background, two gray-like figures stood, watching the whole thing. “Well, Granger, I hope that we are remembered. What now?” Draco looked over at her. She was more beautiful after the summer, and in death, and she gazed at him with the same longing sense that she felt when she died. “Draco, we have to try to fix whatever happened. And what we left off at the end of last year.” The last words were in a bitter remembrance, and Draco knew that she missed him. He knew her too well. Even after death. “Herm, I’m sorry for what I did. I know that its probally too late for forgivness, but please, don’t hate me.” Hermione was hurting inside for the last four months. A month before they left on summer break, Draco hurt her feelings more then he ever had before….

 

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In Herminoie’s memory, a month before the end-of-term

 

The hall was empty, except for Draco, Herminoie, and Cho. Herminoie stood shocked, while Draco still held Cho in his arms. Herminoie ran, far and fast. She didn’t want to see what they had done. Draco, her love for three years had cheated on her with Harry’s girlfriend. Devistated, she studied for the last month like there was no tomarrow.

 

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Back in the Department with Draco

 

Herminoie walked towards the door, but couldn’t go through. She tried the walls, ceilings, pictures, nothing. Draco tried as well, same thing. Eventually, they tried at the same time, and got through. Once outside of the Department all together, Herminoie looked at Draco. “Looks like we are stuck together, even in death.” She started to walk off, and Draco followed along.

 

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Back at their apartment, Harry and Ron sat, just talking. They talked about Quidditch, school memories, Hermione, jobs, Hermione, their summer, Hermione, futures, Hermione, Draco, death, and Hermione. “What did happen between Hermione and Draco?” Harry was the only one in the trio who didn’t know about their relationship. Hermione had told Ron one day when he walked in on them kissing. “Well, err, Harry, they sort of went out 5th, 6th, and 7th year. About a month before the end of term, Hermione walked in on Draco and…err…” Ron didn’t want to tell him that his girlfriend had been cheating on him, but with a look from Harry, he knew he had to tell. “And, err…Cho.” Ron whispered her name; maybe to keep Harry from exploding too much, it didn’t work. “WHAT?! CHO!! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! WHY!!” By this point Harry was on his knees, rocking and holding his head, “ I lost my best friend! I lost my love! I even lost my enemy! Why?! WHY WHY WHY?!

 

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Lucious went home in a furious rage. They took him. They took him. They took him! He went back to his house in London, where his wife, Narcissa, was waiting for him. He told her what had happened, and in the telling, became hateful in a rage that came with the knowledge that someone killed him, because of her. He started to punch his wife, beat her. She was screaming for him to stop, and he didn’t. He knew that she had something with this, she had to, and she always encouraged him to love who he wanted. It was her fault. She should die for what she did! He was supposed to join him in getting rid of her! He loved her! He continued to beat Narcissa until she quit whimpering and went limp. It was then that he realized that he had beat her so much that she had died. In a frantic hurry, he picked her up and threw her into the families great fire, where she burned to ash. He went and cleaned up the ash, and then sat in front of the fire like nothing had happened. He was going to take revenge on Granger if it was the last thing he’d do.

 

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Draco and Hermione walked along the road, realizing that they couldn’t feel anything that was in the living world, but were solid to each other. “So…” Draco wanted so much to just reach out and kiss Hermione, but he was hesitant. “Draco, we need to figure out who killed us. Soon. I don’t know why we have to be together to go anywhere, but…I just can’t handle being with you like this. You hurt me too much.” She started to run away, but after a few yards was jerked back. Draco held her, “Herm, I never meant to hurt you.” Hermione punched him and started to walk away. Draco stopped. He saw a figure, gray, up ahead. He squinted, trying to see whom it was. Hermione saw her too. “Mother…” Draco whispered, “No…not you too…” They both ran towards her. She was floating a few inches above the ground, and had a look in her eyes that told all, yet nothing. “Mother…no…what happened?” Narcissa floated towards her son, and then tried to hold him, but her arms went through him. She looked surprised. “Draco…” She tried to say more, but couldn’t get the words out, like she was in disbelief herself. “Your father…stay away from him, son, stay away from –“ She stopped. Like she couldn’t say any more. She disappeared, suddenly and most darkly. “NOOO!!!” Draco ran ahead…pulled back by Hermione. “Stop, Draco, she’s gone. Lets go.” She gave him a look of assurance, and he looked back. They kissed.

 

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Ron and Harry were walking down the same road as their friends were on. Hermione looked over and saw them, and at the same time tears came to her eyes. Draco held her. She walked away from him, over to her living friends. “Guys…” Ron stopped. “Did…did you just hear…” “Hermione!” Suddenly getting an idea, Hermione spoke. “Guys, look for Neville. Longbottom, Neville Longbottom. He did this to us, or at least had a part.” She was remembering what she heard the doctor say back at the Department.

 

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Ron thought he was dreaming. Hermy? Coming to talk to me? But she is dead! Harry was obviously thinking the same thing. But they turned around, took a right at the corner, and headed towards the mansion that was Neville’s.

 

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Watching his wife burn, he knew that, like all dead wizards and witches, turn into a ghost because she died murdered. She burned. Ashes formed from her body and she was almost gone. He knew that once she was, she couldn’t contact anyone from the ghost world, and she couldn’t haunt him. He was alone now. No wife, no son, just him, in the large, dusty mansion. He left, left to find the parents of the one who let his son be murdered.

 

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The Granger family was in mourning at Hermione’s funeral. Her mother, in all black, was crying. Her father, holding a bouquet of roses, was standing over the grave. Lucious Malfoy, standing in the background, waiting to kill. Then his mark burned. This would have to wait.

 

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Hermione and Draco watched as their old school mates ran to find Neville. They watched him being dragged out, and followed them to Ron and Harry’s apartment. They sat on the fireplace ledge, and watched as Harry made Veritisium, and Ron tried to interrogate without it. They sat, and watched, helpless, and hoping that someday, they can move on and rest in peace. Hermione sat and reflected on the memories that she was dwelling on before she died. “Draco, why did you hurt me the way you did?” She wanted to know. “Herm, I have no idea why I did that to you. I hate to think that we spent so much time apart. It killed me. I do still love you, Herms, I do.” At this point Hermione was crying. She wanted to forget it so badly, but what was the use? She was dead, for heavens sake! “RON!” Harry was looking through a book and was waving at Ron to join him. “Look at this! ‘If the dead and deceased were killed in revenge for something that was un-wrongful, then they can come back if their bodies are restored to their original state. Warning to users: Once they come back, they must not see sunlight, for it will destroy their bodies. They will become walkers of the dead, AKA, Vampires, or Staguinarius.’ You hear that guys! You can come back!”

 

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Hermione looked at Draco. “Do we want to go back?” Draco’s face filled with anger. “No. We finally left that place, and it’s bound to get worse before it gets better.”

 

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“Master, my son and wife are dead. I am now in your full service.” Lucious was bowing into the room where Voldemort was sitting in. The high-pitched voice echoed through the room. “Lucious, you know that this is a great loss to me. I have put much faith that your son would one day realize his true fate, instead of chasing that filthy mud blood.” He spat at the word “mud blood”. “Yes, Master. But she, too, was murdered, rightfully, of course.” The Dark Lord seemed to delight slightly in this. He told Malfoy to kill off the rest of the Grangers, for revenge, and pure pleasure. Malfoy left.

 

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“Draco…why don’t you want to go back? Your father freaking killed your mum! Aren’t you going to take revenge?! And I’m sure that he’s going to kill my parents as well. My god, can’t we agree on anything?” She looked frustrated. Draco looked suddenly regretful for what he said. He looked over at her. “I…I’m sorry Herm. I hope that we can agree on that I do still love you.” These words, although said many times, never seemed so heartfelt. No, Hermione told herself, not again. “I’m sorry, Draco, that we don’t agree on.” She jumped off the ledge, and walked over to her friends. Draco realized what an idiot he was all that time. He walked over too. Ron was busy trying to interrogate Neville, when Harry finished the potion. He had started it a month ago, he was running low of stock, and he always kept a supply. He took three drops, and gave them to Neville. Neville’s eyes went almost blank, and his voice was monotonous when he talked. Just like the Veritisium should work. Ron started to interrogate him.

 

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“Neville, did you have any part in Hermione and Draco’s death?” Neville answered yes. Harry’s face hardened into a cold, betrayed look, Hermione gasped (only Draco heard her), and Draco wrapped his arm around her, which she quickly got rid of. Ron turned red, and asked angrily, “What did you do to them?!” His voice was frantic, and he seemed like he wanted to shake him until Neville died. Neville smiled into an evil grin, chuckled slowly, and answered, “I killed them. Shot Hermione, and I beat in Draco’s head for all the things he did to me! I killed them! I killed them! I KILLED THEM BOTH!! They deserved it! Hermione for dating him, and being so smart. Why did she always have to sit near me? Made me look stupid, her always trying to help me, only getting me in more trouble. I loved her once, but no, she had to like Ron, then he got boring, and she turned to Harry. But, he was too famous and had too much of a big head. She told me all of this. I kept telling her, ‘Find a person whose nice, sweet, down to earth’, hoping that she would realize that I love her. Then Draco came along! I hated him. I hated him more then anyone, because he stole her from me. Then he broke her heart. She never was the same after that. Oh, I thought now I could get her, but she said that I was too much of a friend to date! And too short! So, I figured, if I couldn’t have her, then no one will. So I killed her. Her and Draco. Her hurt her, stole her, and now he will pay!” By now Neville was shaking in his chair in a screaming rampage. He kept saying, “I killed her! I killed her! I killed her! I killed her! I killed her! I killed her! I killed her! I killed her! I killed her!” He broke down crying, kept repeating those words, and everyone in the room looked shocked. Then, Neville said, “And I will kill you, too, gladly.” And pulled out his wand.

 

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Lucious apperated to the front of the apartment complex. Before he would kill the Grangers, he would get rid of the Potter boy and his friend. He was so full of rage that he had to kill them first. He climbed the stairs and found the apartment, 9F. “Too many stairs, how do muggles stand this?” He had tried to apperate straight to the apartment, but some charm had blocked him. So he had to climb. ‘Alohamora’ he whispered. The door opened easily. He walked in, just in time to catch the poorly aimed, Avada Kedarva spell placed by Longbottom. It wasn’t strong enough to kill him, but knocked him over as he fell down the stairs, rolled, and continued downward to the bottom. ‘Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.’ All the way to the bottom, they heard him falling, bones breaking, ‘Arrgs, Oofs, Oww!, Ahh! And even a Whee at first. While Ron stole Neville’s wand, snapped it, and started running, Harry stood guard over Neville, until Ron called for him to come down. “There’s no damage he can do right now. He can’t apperate, and he doesn’t have a wand. Come down here!” Harry complied. Draco stood, not moving, and in sheer shock. Hermione tried to comfort him, when they heard a, “DEAD!!”

 

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Voldemorts head jerked. “Malfoy..” he whispered. He got up and looked out the window. ‘Dead’ he thought. Oh well, now that the whole family is gone, I’m through with the lot. He turned around. Walking towards the door, he muttered, “Shame. Moving on.” And left the room.

 

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Ron and Harry came back upstairs. The body had suddenly vanished, and they looked tired. Hermione had been thinking while they were gone, and was currently trying to convince Draco to come back. They had been so captivated by the conversation, that they didn’t notice anything around them. Harry went back to look at the book, the one where it told them about the vampires. Ron came in and plopped on their couch and almost fell asleep. “Draco, come on. If we return, then we might be able to help out Ron and Harry. Please,” Hermione had a sad puppy-eyed look on her dead, pale face, “For me, at least?” Draco looked over at her with a sudden movement of the head. He looked at her for what seemed eternity, and then replied, “Fine, but only for you, Herm.” Suddenly, Harry shouted, “Where’s Neville?” Neville had disappeared.

 

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In a dark ally, three people stood. It was dark out, cool and dry. The sky was half clear, with dark, gloomy clouds moving in. It was breezy, even in the ally. The street lamps went out. The people were set in a triangle. They stood, unblinking, waiting. They knew that more would soon join them. They waited. The moon was crescent, yet was quickly being covered by the clouds. The one in the middle stood tall, thin. Dark brown hair, layered down to her mid-back was waving and whipping all around her tall, thin, and pale body, which was covered in black lace. Her skirt whipped around her legs, her piercing blue eyes, surrounded by black make-up, stared out into the darkness. She smiled, baring long, white fangs as she turned to the others. The one on the left, tall, yet slightly shorter then Angela (the one in the center) had long, flowing black hair to her waist. It was, too, whipping about her pale body. She was wearing a flowing black dress, cut in a mid-evil style, with red waistband around her thin torso. Vivid green eyes, surrounded in black, struck from her pale face, She was known as Voz. White fangs bore as she smiled, at the thought of being joined by another. The one on the right had straight, long blond hair braided in three parts down her back. She was wearing a black dress, a bit more modern, and a black, hooded cape. Grey eyes shone from her face. Addressed as Cecilia, she smiled, baring her white fangs. Angela turned, and walked. They followed, street lamps flickering out as they passed by.

 

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Back at Harry and Ron’s apartment, they decided to give up on Neville. By now, he would be far away. Hermione had “told” them that they were ready to come back, so they were looking through the book. “Hey, Harry, you know what this reminds me of?” Harry looked over. “What?” His voice seemed agitated, most likely because Neville had escaped, Lucious’s body had disappeared, and his friends had died. Ron decided that this wasn’t such a good thing to bring up. “Never mind.” He continued to study the spell needed to return Hermione and Draco. “No, what? I want to know.” Ron hesitated; he didn’t know what to do. Finally, he told him. “This reminds me of when your parents died. A great couple killed by an old friend gone crazy, and two friends left behind to take revenge.” Harry thought about this. “Yeah, except then Voldemort fell for eleven years. This time, he’s still here. We need to bring them back.” As he said this, his eyes watered up, and there was a knock at the door.

 

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Angela looked up. Other vampires were coming. Liv, Angela knew her. She was the tannest of all the vampires, yet she was still pale compared to the average human. Her hair was short, about a hand below her shoulders. It whipped as she walked towards them. Her blue/gray eyes had a spark about them. She was wearing black jeans and black tunic. More modern then the current trio that she was approaching. She smiled, exposing her fangs, stained with recent blood. No wonder she was happy, they thought. “Angela, Voz, Cecilia,” Thick Transylvanian accent flowed from her mouth, the effect of the fangs, “We will have two more coming. A guy, and a girl. Recently killed.” She smiled greatly at the thought of a vampire, (note- the guy form of vampires). They were rare, because they were usually too stubborn to return. As thought, the trio was excited. They went in search of more to tell. This was good news.

 

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Harry went to open the door. “Someone asked for a reoccurrer?” A talk man, lanky, black/blue hair, pale, mischievous look in his gray eyes, stood smiling at their doorway. “A re-what?” Ron by that time was at the door, and Hermione and Draco had gone behind the man, looking at him. “Reoccurrer. I bring people back to vampires or vampires’s. Someone need reoccurring?” He stepped into the room, set down a black leather suitcase, obviously worn in. He opened it, and pulled out a book, old like its case. Ron and Harry just stood there, completely surprised and confused by this mans sudden appearance. “Now, who am I bringing back?”

 

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Voldemort returned with Malfoy’s dead body. “You are better use dead then alive.” He walked across the dark room, covered in old, red velvet. There was a rug on the floor, circled and black. A tall antique chair was in the middle of the rug. Voldemort’s snake lay beside it, curled and sleeping. Voldemort passed by this, to the large fireplace at the end of the room facing the chair. He set the body in front of the fire, turned, sat in the chair, and called his servant, Wormtail. “Y-y-yes m-master?” The mousy ragged voice sounded at the door of the room. Wormtail looked upon the chair, then down, then at it, then down again. “Ah, for dinner, please prepare the person in front of me in a soup. Immediately.” Wormtail walked over to the body. When he saw it was Malfoy, he gasped. “NOW!” Voldemorts voice rang through the room. “Y-y-y-y-yes master. I-I-it shall b-b-be done.” He picked up the body, and then bowed out of the room. “Good, I think I shall rather enjoy this meal.”

 

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“Our friends, Draco and Hermione.” Harry was telling the man whom they were trying to bring back. The man seemed happy at the sound of a male’s name. “Hmm, now, they both agreed to come back? Is that right?” Ron’s face looked confused. “Oh, don’t worry, dear boy, I know that your friend are right here in this room. Apparently, no rejections. We’ll find out.” He opened the book. Dust came up out of the book, as well as a moth, and cobwebs appeared. The room became dark and cold. Harry and Ron had retreated to the far corners on the orders of the man. He took the book to the middle of the room, and said:

 

“Loco Luna

Come to me

Shine your spell

And set them free

Have them walk in the night

Have them kill with no fright

Loco Luna

Cast your spell

Bring them back

In brand new shells”

 

Suddenly, there was a flash of light, a hoot, and Draco and Hermione stood there, in all black. Ron gasped. Harry fainted.

 

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Hermione stood there, her hair long and brown, flowing around her waist. Her brown eyes turned to a vivid green, her skin pale. She was dressed in a tight, form fitting black gown that flowed into a long flowing dress bottom. She had on a black cape which when she stood still covered her body. The hood on the back was big and baggy, and fit loosely over her head. Her nails long and polished. She turned, looking at her new body. She smiled. New white fangs shown from her former buckteeth. This Hermione had an evil streak to her. Draco stood tall, with his blond hair down to his shoulders. Dressed in black pants, and a black top that looked like it was from mid-evil times along with a cape like Hermione’s, except hoodless. He, too, had brand new fangs that bore nicely. His eyes were the same as Hermione’s.  They looked at each other. Together, the looked like the perfect couple. “Well, Herm, we’re back. Lets go.” And with that, he wrapped his arm around her and they left. The Reoccurrer had left, and Ron and Harry’s apartment was back to normal. They stood there, shaking at what they just saw. “W-what just happened, Ron?” “I don’t want to know…”

 

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The sky was dark. The clouds have now fully covered the sky, making it dark as the insides of Voldemorts mind. The four vampiress’ stood in a graveyard, fog on the ground, ankle high. Black crows flooded the dead trees. The four were standing in a diamond shape when the new couple arrived. It was obvious that the four vampiress’ did not like seeing the new vampire with this new vampires. They all wanted him, that part was inevitable, but they still welcomed the new one’s to the group. They hustled about them in a frantic manner when the reoccurrer arrived. “Ah, I see that you have already arrived. Welcome. Draco, Hermione, meet the very beautiful Angela, Voz, Cecilia, and Liv. Now, for a few rules…” Draco and Hermione listened as they were told to stay out of the sun at all costs. If they didn’t they would die and not be able to return. At this the four vampiress’ nodded in hasty agreement.  Second, they could not use magic. It was impossible for them to do so.  Third, if they had kids, they would also have to follow the same rules, as they are as well vampire’s. And lastly, they could not meddle in the wizarding world, except to drink blood, which they would have to do from time to time to stay alive. They nodded in agreement. “Okay then, lets begin your first hunt.”

 

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Harry and Ron sat on their couch, stunned. Neither of them spoke for hours, just trying to comprehend what had just happened. Hermione and Draco…back…but not. It was more baffling then they expected. They got up to research vampiress’ and vampires’. But where to start? Knockturn Ally was the only place that they thought would have anything, so they decided to start there. Harry had only been down there once, and Ron never. Needless to say, they got lost rather quickly. Eventually, though, they came to a store that was called, Blood Lust and Gain, a store for the vampire community. They walked in, quickly realizing that they were the only ones not covered in black. ‘Great’ Harry thought. The store was long and narrow, with shelves on each side and one bookcase down the middle, with enough for two people going in opposite directions could just squeeze by. It was dark and gloomy, with cobwebs over everything, and an eerie sound coming from the store clerk’s desk. It was a creature, about two feet high, white eyes, and skin that looked like it had been on the wrong side of a firecracker. It’s clothes were simple, worn, and dirty. It was singing a tune that could make Voldemort scream. Harry and Ron walked up to the desk. “Sir, our friends just became vamps, and we are looking for something to help us know more about them.” Everyone looked at Ron with disgust at the term ‘vamps’. “Young man, we are more then just blood creatures, and we do not like to be called ‘vamps’, its derogatory. But, if you wish to learn about us, we have books on the shelf. Help yourself. Tell me when your ready to purchase.” Ron and Harry nodded and started their search. Just then, the door flew open and a man walked in. The vampires’ in the store were running for cover from the sun, as the man walked slowly toward the two boys. “Hello, my dear boys. We meet again.”

 

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‘Run…faster…common Neville…run…they’re gonna get you again!’ Neville was whispering to himself as he ran the nine blocks to his mansion. When he got there, he called the doctor. “Did you release them?” The doctor sounded baffled. “Release who, Master Longbottom?” Impatient, and obviously out of breath, Neville hastily answered, “You know who, you git! Draco and Hermione!” There was a hustling about the room on the other end of the phone line (The doctor was muggle, and this was the only way to contact him). A gasp. “They’re gone, Master Longbottom! And I didn’t release them either!” Neville sighed. He knew what was going to happen. ‘Here we go, again,’ he thought. ‘We are in for trouble.’

 

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Time flew by; Harry and Ron stood, staring at the man before them. He was tall, well built. He had light hair and vivid green eyes. The pale skin was protected from the sun by a long black cape. His head was covered in a black veil, which he removed when he was inside. He smiled; he knew these two well. A girl followed, tall with long, brown hair. Eyes like emeralds, and skin like snow. She stood beside the man. They smiled at the two, waiting for the signal. Their fangs were showing, and they were covered in blood. They weren’t here for feeding; they were here for Harry and Ron. A red light flashed behind them. They walked over to Ron and Harry, picked them up, turned and left. Ron

and Harry didn’t protest. They were in a trance from the sight of them and the light. The door slammed shut, and the vampires continued about their business.

 

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Neville ran through the house, up the marble stairs, around the corner, and into the library. “Roger!” A man came running up the stairs. “Yes, Master Longbottom. How can I be of service to you?” As he said this he bowed. “Give me every book that I own on vampires’. Now.” The servant scurried about the old library. It was dusty, with bookshelves two stories high. All types of books filled the walls. The floor was a dusty rose red, with a long table of cherry oak, and a chair in the center, tall with a wooded frame with the genealogy of the Longbottom family on the back. The same red on the floor was the cushioning on the chair. Neville sat in the chair, as books began to appear in front of him. He opened the first one. It was dusty, and creaked open as a note fell out. ‘Dear Neville, Well, this is our last year, and I know the obsession with vampires’ since Prof. Callahan talked about them in class last week. Your friend forever, Hermione.’

 

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“Oof!” Harry and Ron were dropped on their couch. The two vampires’ carrying them was their old friends, Draco and Hermione. They turned off the lights, and sat down. Through the back glass door, Harry and Ron could see the rising moon, crescent. Their faces were obviously full of confusion, as Hermione began to speak.

 

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In a room with a long table, a chair at the head that signified the head of the house, a man sat and ate. He was eating out of a steaming bowl of soup that had chunks of meat in it. He stopped when a small, rat looking man walked in. “M-master, t-they have l-l-left the o-others, sir.” The man did not look surprised. He simply stopped eating and asked, “When?” His voice was shrill and evil, filled with hatred and anguish. They small man, who was known as Wormtail, replied, “Last night, a-after the hunt.” The man simply nodded, and said, “Let them go. As for the soup, I find it quite delicious.” The man had a bit of delight. “T-thank you, Master. You are a fair Dark Lord.” And with that, he scurried off.

 

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“In 1704, Count Monterey le Boux led a revolt against the then current Dark Lord, Galatrough. Boux was a vampire, and he led 62 other vampires’ against Galatrough. The revolt lasted for 2 years, and killed almost the entire wizarding community. Those left behind had the task of rebuilding it. The vampires were banished away, and blamed for the destruction. Little did they know that they just hid for years, when they struck a peace treaty with the minister of magic, Cornelius Fudge. He allowed for them to have shops in Knockturn Ally, as long as they didn’t disrupt the peace. This was before you were born, Harry.  Your parents fought to keep the treaty in place, while Fudge was against it. He still believed the tale that the vampires’ had started the downfall of the community, when actually they only wished to help them by getting rid of Galatrough. It is time, again, for us to revolt. Draco and I have decided to put you two underground until needed. We cannot destroy Voldemort without you, Harry. Do you accept to help us?”

 

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A dark ominous cloud grew over the wizarding world. Onlookers knew that this wasn’t any ordinary cloud, and ran for cover. Something was going to happen, and it wasn’t going to be pretty. Those who knew of the 1704 revolt knew that it was starting to happen again, and they wished with a great passion not to be around when it did happen, knowing it was fruitless. Those at funerals for beloved witches or wizards cried not for the loss of a loved one, but that they themselves were still here. All the while, Voldemort grew worried. This was a sign of his end.

 

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Neville studied with a great earnest, knowing that he had something to do with whatever was happening. The book that Hermione gave him was the only one with any great details of the 1704 revolt. Time passed slowly as he read through the passage again and again. He read other passages, like the one on Galatrough himself, or on the loyalty of vampires’. Even the one on Cont Monterey le Boux’s castle, Castle Vampyr. He eventually realized that he had started this, but the murder of Hermione and Draco. Quickly, he slammed the book closed, stood up, and ran out of the room, and out of his mansion. He had to go see Ron and Harry before it was too late.

 

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Hermione was busy trying to explain to Ron and Harry more about the revolt of 1704 “Okay, the revolt took place during the reign of Galatrough. He is like our Voldemort of today. He had all sorts of people on his side, wizards, witches, giants, dementors, creatures of many kinds, and most of all, vampires. He had promised the vampire community lots and lots of blood, easily accessible if they helped him to get rid of everyone against him. Things were going good for him for awhile, until he fell back on his word, and didn’t pay the vampires for their work. They grew angry, especially when Galatrough started to order them to do minute work. So they revolted against him. The leader of the revolt was Count Monterey le Boux, and he was followed by 62 other vampires. It is almost impossible to kill vampires, so even through their numbers were small, they were constant if not growing. On September 1, 1704, they killed Galatrough. The people of the wizarding world were entranced by Galatrough’s last spell. It was one that confused the wizarding world and turned their minds. They blamed the vampire community for the destruction and devastation of their world. The vampires were banished from the world, and were told that in two hundred years time, they would be allowed to walk among the wizards again. This took place a hundred years ago, and somehow, Voldemort got most of them on his side. The revolt is going to take place again, and it started with the rebirthing of the Count Monterey le Boux.” Harry and Ron looked at Hermione with funny looks. “Where is the Count then?”

 

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A door slammed. Footsteps running up stairs could be heard. Heavy breathing from the runner. He ran up the nine flights of stairs that he had been so desperate to leave earlier. ‘Finally, floor nine’. He pushed through the door, and jogged down the hall. ‘9A, 9C, 9E, 9F!’ He pushed through the door and ran in, breathing hard and trying to talk. The occupants were more then shocked when he came through. “You- you guys are in d-danger.” His speech was jagged as he was breathing heavily. “Y-you need to leave…now!”

 

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In the darkness, fog started to set in under the old oak trees scattered about. Voz stood facing the moon, thinking about what they had to do. Angela was off looking or a feed, Cecilia was coaxing a crow to rest on her shoulder, and Liv was talking to Voldemort about their plans. Liv would return soon. ‘We have to wait for the newcomers. Bah! I am better then waiting. I should go on my own. But then the Reoccurrer would be angry, and so would the others. I shall wait this time, but only because I want to see what they have planned. Besides, Draco is hot.’ Voz turned, they were late. Something was going wrong.

 

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“Get out of here, murderer!” Hermione was hissing at Neville, who had just barged in on the conversation and was about to ruin the plans. Draco was now standing and walking over to him with a far greater speed then the average walk. He picked up Neville and held him high. “Hermione,” he choked out, “You are in my service. Tell him to let me go!” Hermione hissed at him. “What are you talking about? You killed me! You should be quivering in my presence.” At this she stood, tall and eloquent. “No, according to the book you gave me, you are in my service. And you too, Draco.” Now both Hermione and Draco were hissing at him.  “What is he talking about, Hermione?” Harry and Ron were too confused to say anything. They looked dumbstruck and they just sat there, waiting to be informed a bit. “For once, Hermione, you don’t have all the answers. In 1823, the United Federalization of Magical Creatures and Beings passed a law concerning vampires.”  He shuffled around in his gray coat jacket and pulled out a sheet of paper that looked like it had been torn out of a book. “ ‘The UFMCB, on September 4, 1823, passed a law stating that ‘All vampires that were born as either muggle or witch/wizard and killed must abide by the order of the muggle/witch/wizard/vampire who killed them. This is due to the fact that they would not be vampire without this muggle/witch/wizard/vampire who killed them. This is signed by the great Count Du le Blonc, Head of the UFMCB, and Minister of Magic in they year of 1823.’’” He looked up. Hermione and Draco were looking furious, but they knew that they had to do what Neville said. Draco put him down. Neville continued. “Now, first things first…”

 

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“Something’s wrong. They aren’t back yet.” Voz turned suddenly. Cecilia stopped trying to coax the crows. “Maybe they just went on another hunt. It may have simply tired them out.” Voz groaned. Cecilia was so na´ve being so young. She was barely older then they two new ones. “No, Cecilia, they were due back hours ago, and they were told no hunting until this is done. Voz turned back towards the moon. They had better be back soon.

 

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Harry stood up. He needed to know what was going on. “Neville, what on earth are you doing?” He walked over to him, standing clearly a foot over him. Neville never did grow that tall. “Harry, I suspect that you know of the 1704 revolt, yes?” Harry and Ron nodded. Hermione spit out that they had just been explaining to them about it, trying to help them out. “Shut up, Hermione. You don’t want to help them, you wish them dead.” He looked at her long and hard. Then it hit him. They didn’t just want them dead, they wanted them to be vampires like Hermione and Draco, and whoever else they were with. “Harry…Ron…I want you to go back to my mansion, and Hermione and Draco, I want you to stay here, and don’t leave until I come to fetch you.” Hermione and Draco were obviously not happy at all about this. They walked over and sat down angrily. Harry and Ron, catching on, left with Neville to his mansion. After a while, Harry asked Neville, “Now, will you please tell us what’s going on?”

 

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Hermione and Draco were furious beyond belief. They rampaged around the apartment and destroyed many things. They tore the curtains and ripped the couch. They destroyed many items, like Harry’s invisibility cloak, and Ron’s chess set. They destroyed everything, but they couldn’t leave because of the magical law. They would be severely hurt if they left and they knew it. It grew into night, and they became hungry. They needed to feed, they had to. They felt the Need, and they were aching in pain. There was a knock at the door.

 

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Harry and Ron followed Neville into the mansion.  Neville led them into the library, where, magically, two more chairs appeared. They sat down, instantly feeling the comfort they did not feel in the presence of their vampire friends. Neville explained to them about the Count, about the vampires needs and instincts, and about their only intentions. Ron grew sick to the stomach, and Harry groaned in nausea. Ron was still curious, “Neville, who is the Count now?” Neville sighed. He didn’t want to explain this, but he knew that he had to. “First, understand that they Count today is angry, because he wants revenge on the Ministry and the Wizarding world for what they did last time. He will get rid of Voldemort, but only after he has complete dominion over the wizarding world, and

maybe the muggle world at that. His goal is to create a world where the vampires, not the muggles, nor the wizards, have control over. You can just imagine the consequence of that. Now, as for the Count himself, he is…”

 

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Voldemort was still unconvinced that the vampires were willing to help him out like this. According to a prophecy, the Count would return for his revenge. That would mean that Voldemort could not live like this. After Liv left he decided to change something. He had told Liv that he did not know what he was going to do. So she left, slightly agitated, but content nonetheless that he didn’t just say "no" outright. He still might help them.

 

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Neville sighed. How was he going to explain this? “Listen, the thing is, is that the Count, who he is, etc., is very difficult to explain. Ron and Harry groaned. “Just tell us already, Neville!” Ron was very agitated, and it was obvious in his voice. Neville looked at him. “Fine. I’ll tell you.”

 

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Voz turned. “Cecilia, I’m going to find them. They’ve been out far too long for my pleasure.” She left. Walking down Ponce Ave., she looked up. The sky was still covered in the dark, foretelling cloud that scared Voldemort, herself, and many other people and creatures. The end of this era was near. She turned, and walked into the apartment complex.

 

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Neville was breathing hard…he didn’t know what to tell them. “Harry…Ron…The Count is…” Suddenly, Neville collapsed. “Its...Draco,” he croaked out, before passing out.

 

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Harry and Ron stood stunned. Draco, it made sense, yes, but why did Hermione go with him to vampirism? Neville’s butler came and put the unconscious Neville on the couch and covered him with a blood red blanket. “Umm...Neville’s butler...person...can you show us the books that Neville was reading earlier?” Harry had obviously never received the butlers name, but the butler turned around, led the two confused boys into the long library. “Roger. My name is Roger. This is the only book that Master Longbottom was reading out of. It seems a good friend of his provided it for him before she was…ahem…changed. I hope that this is efficient. Call if you need anything else, Friends of Master Neville.” Ron and Harry murmured their names out as they gazed dazzled by the book before them. It had papers and notes sticking out of various places. A few drawings of different processes beside the book, and a simple page that said, ‘Search for Disillusionment’ in Neville’s tight script. “Well, this is the best place to start looking.” Harry sounded exasperated as he picked up the book and flipped to the first page with a marking by Neville. A chair magically appeared beside the one already there, and Ron took his seat. “Roger!” The butler came into the room, and asked what was needed of him. “Roger, I need everything you can find on Disillusionment. Everything.” Roger murmured a spell, and two books and three pieces of paper appeared in front of Ron. “Err…thank you.” The butler turned and left. Ron started reading.
 
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Back at the Hogwarts dungeons, Severus Snape sat quietly stirring a potion. Clockwise; counter-clockwise; clockwise; counter-clockwise. The emerald green potion simmered softly under the watchful eye of Snape. He was the Potions Master. THE Potions Master. The only other person relatively close to his skill was Granger, and even she had a was to go. The parchment over on his desk was opened, carelessly thrown aside. He was THE Potions Master, and according to the letter, Hermione was lost. At least for now.

 

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Voz opened the door. The apartment was a complete mess; the chairs were torn; the curtains were burned; the whole place was in ruins. Hermione and Draco were sitting on the couch, looking like they had enough hate and anger to kill a person, but were too worn out to do anything. Voz understood, no matter how much they tried, they were stuck here until their master let them go. Damn that law! “Hungry, are ya?” They nodded. They also needed to find a dark place to sleep today, the sun was to rise in about an hour. Voz sighed. She had to hurry, they were weak and they needed food. “I’ll get you the blood. You find a place to sleep. After you eat, I want a full report.” She turned and left, her dress and hair billowing evilly behind her. She had a long hour ahead of her.

 

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‘Potion…why does it have to be a potion! It’s insane! Not to mention a complicated potion! I WOULD ask Hermione, but it’s for HER. Oh man! Who else can make the potion? She the only one I know who can…. wait a minute, Harry, think, Snape, Severus Snape! He is the only one who can, but, how? A letter, maybe, yes. That would do it. Hopefully Snape would consent. Hopefully.’ Harry was thinking about this while Ron looked up the recipe for the Disillusionment potion. Harry started writing.

 

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Dear Severus Professor Snape,

 

I know that I am not your all-time favorite student, but I have a favor to beg of you. I suppose you have heard about Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. If not, I am surprised. Anyways, apparently, the only person meant to be a vampire was Mr. Malfoy. Hermione Miss Granger was not intended to go that route, or even die. I understand that you probally don’t even know why this concerns you, or why I’m even writing to you. I am writing to you because there is a potion that may solve the little problem. It’s the Disillusionment Potion, one of the most difficult potions to brew. Besides Herm Miss Granger, you are the only other person I know that has even the possibility to brew it. I have attached it to the letter.

Fervently waiting for your response,

Mr. Harry Potter

 

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Dear Harry,

No need to be so formal, I understand your friendship with Miss Granger. Yes, I do know about the vampire incident. I also understand that you and Mr. Weasley (Ronald) were the ones to start it, besides the murders. Yes, the Disillusionment Potion is a very difficult potion to brew, and yes, I am probally the only one who can brew it. I will consider brewing the potion for you, although I would hardly call your prediciment “little”.

Yours,

Severus Snape

 

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Professor Snape,

Thank you about the formalities. I am glad that you know about this, and I don’t have to explain. Yes, Ron and I did bring them to vampire, but at the time we thought that was our only choice. We had no idea that this would happen. Once again, I beg you to please help us.

Yours,

Harry Potter

 

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Dear Mr. Potter,

I guess that I shall help you. Your situation seems desperate, and I must say that Miss Granger is an excellent potions brewer, maybe someday a Potions Mistress, that is, if she is human, of course. I will not hold against you (Or Mr. R. Weasley). I will be in London on the 17th of September. I need the extra week to locate the ingredients, of course. If you have the capability, restrain Draco and Miss Granger until I get there. DO NOT LET DRACO FREE. This is important, as I am sure you have researched by now if you aren’t still the incompetent students I had a year ago. I will apperate to St. Charles Ally. Meet me there.

Severus Snape

 

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Harry and Ron reviewed the last letter and gathered all the information they had received in the past two days. Neville had just woken up about an hour before the last owl arrived, and Ron was now filling him in on what they had learned. They needed to get back to the apartment to check that Hermione and Draco were still alive. Neville was sure that one of their vampire friends had given them “food”, but he warned Ron and Harry that the apartment would no longer be in good shape, he was sure of that. The trio gathered up their information and headed out of the mansion to the apartment. Neville commented on how uncanny it was that the little Longbottom lived luxuriously, while the Boy-Who-Lived lived in an apartment. Ron grew red, and Harry simply said that they didn’t need a lot of space. They all laughed.

 

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Two Nights Earlier, After Voz Left Draco And Hermione

 

A family of four was leaving their favorite restaurant, Macaroni Grill. They were chattering merrily, walking the two blocks home. The mother, tall, eloquent, and beautiful by the world’s definition, was carrying a three or four year old son chattering away happily at his apparent invisible friend, Joe. The father was holding his six-year-old daughter’s hand, swinging as they walked along. The daughter was just looking around with young curiosity. Mother and Father were talking about the night’s events, a movie, and then dinner, of course. It was obvious that this innocent family had no idea what was in store for them. At least not all of them.

 

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Snape hurried in and out of many potions stores searching for the various ingredients. ‘Wolfsbane, Nights owl, Ginger Root, Chromogast, Blood of a Cakas Plant, A moon stone, Calfsbread, Snake Blood, Unicorn hair, Unicorn blood given freely, Dragon powder, Werewolves heart cord, Phenoix tail hair, Blood of the innocent, Needle Hair, Mandrake Root, and a dung beetle. My gods this is a complicated potion! At least it only takes a week to brew, we have picked the perfect month to make it! At least we’re bringing back Hermione; by gods she’s going to be the most beautiful talented Potions Mistress in England, if not the whole world. Wow…’ Snape had gathered most of his ingredients, but he still needed one thing. Nights owl. That is only available in one store, and he did not want to go there. But, he had to, the potion needed it, and it was one of the most important ingredients. Why did he have to go there? Why? Meriklos Potions Store in Knockturn ally was not a favorite of Snape’s. Partially because of its reputation (the ingredients were most commonly found in death, pain, or suffering potions), but that the owner had banned him from there for arguing over the price (another big issue). He turned. He would have to go there, maybe offering double of what the ingredient cost would cover the banning. Snape sure hoped so.

 

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There they were, Voz’s next victims. A lovely family of four, happy. Good. Their blood will be sweeter then. Voz was happy. Only one problem existed, while the parents may be none-the-wiser, the two children knew what was going to happen, or something of that sort. The boy, probably three, was talking to her, called her ‘Joe’. The parents were laughing, they thought that he was talking to an ‘imaginary friend’. Stupid muggles. The girl just looked at her, thinking. She was gorgeous for a six-year old. For the first time in a few centuries, Voz felt this ping of love for the two children, like they were connected in some way. Voz stepped forward out of the ally.

 

“Hello, my dear people. How are you doing?”

 

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Liv returned to the graveyard about an hour before the sun rose. Looking around, fire in her eyes from her last expedition, she snapped,

 

“Cecilia, where is Voz? I need to talk to her, right now!”

 

Looking away from her crow, which she had finally coaxed into sitting on her lap, just gave a blank stare and replied, “Looking for the newborns. Should be back soon, Livvie.”

 

 “Liv, not Livvie. How many times do we go over that? And what are you doing with that crow?”

 

Lifting the crow off of her lap, Cecilia stood, now eye-to-eye with Liv. Liv may scare her fair share, but Cecilia she could not.

 

“I wonder if I can get the crows to act like the wizard’s owls. That would be nice.”

 

‘Humph’ Liv just nodded, sat down and waited.

 

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Thump. The mother fell to the ground, minor bites on her neck. She wasn’t dead, just knocked out enough to be carried around. The father looked at Voz with anger, fear, and the knowing that he was next. Voz stepped forward.

 

“Please! Please, just do me one thing!”

 

 Voz smiled. “And what might that be?”

 

 She took another step, her hair now flowing behind her, the cape resting around her shoulders. The wind was starting to pick up.

 

“Please, just don’t hurt my kids. They mean the world to me. Just, take care of them. Let them have a good life. You can take me, just, please, I beg you, save them…please.”

 

 The last word he said with defeat. Voz looked at him hard, trying to see why he wanted to do that. She could see no fault.

 

“Fine. I’ll care for them. I was going too anyways, they look like they are a Perfation, or as you smuggles put it, supposed to be with me. I’ll make it painless on you for now, but you are not mine. Complications. Come.”

 

She took one last step, and bit into him.

 

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A whistle sounded throughout the night air. Where Voz stood, her two companions appeared not too long afterwards (Vampires are known for being fast).

 

“I need help getting these two,” she jerked her head towards the parents, “to Hermione and Draco. Go to the apartment on Ponce Ave., 9F. Now. I am going to taking the two children with me to the graveyard. We will be occupying the old house on the west side. Meet me there. DO NOT TRY TO DRINK THIS, LIV! Draco and Hermione are under a spell. They can’t hunt. Bring this to them and then return immediately to the graveyard. I will see you there.”

 

With a nod from the two, they picked up the parents and left. The children, surprisingly, had no objections.

 

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September 17

 

Pop! Snape apperated into the ally way. Harry and Ron were waiting for him. Snape was carrying a few bags.

 

“Here we go, gentlemen. I have all of the ingredients, except for one crucial thing.” Snape looked at then with eyes telling them that they wont like it…at all. He brushed back a piece of his jet black hair, and sat on an empty carton. Harry and Ron had an idea of what it was, but they were unsure.

 

“Well…what is it? Please don’t tell me its…” No matter how much Harry’s pleaded, he knew that it was hopeless.

 

“A love.” Snape said that simply, as if it was the end of hope, reason, and luck.

 

Well it was, almost.

 

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About a month passed, and nothing remarkable happened in the wizarding, muggle, or vampire world. Except that the Disillusionment Potion was dutifully being brewed, noting out of the ordinary. Or as close to ordinary as ordinary can get. Voz cared for the children, whom she named the boy Legardored, Legar for short, and the girl Driretlan, or Driret for short. The children were obviaround town. It was here that Voz decided to leave the rebellion growing and raise Legar and Driret. It was also here that she met Angelius, the man in the townhouse next door.

 

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“Love? But…how can we get her to love someone now! I mean, didn’t she love only Draco?” Ron said.

 

“Not get her to love someone, you intolerable Griffindor! Someone who truly and purly loves her! Like someone who cared for a long time! Like someone who loves her beyond belief! True, unconditional love!” Snape was all to soon realizing that he was about to reveal himself before two of his most hated ex-students. Someone walked into the room that they were wall in.

 

“You mean, someone like you, Severus?”ously meant to be a vampire, because within the month of raising and small training, they already had showed skills. Legar showed strength in jumping, invisibility, mind control, mind reading, and extream skills with swards. Driret was promising in jumping, telekinesis, mind reading, mind control, intelligence, and was excruciatingly skilled in the art of shooting. Voz’s heart weakened for them, as if she had birthed them herself. Their birth parents were long gone by now, and for a strange reason they didn’t seem to mind. Obviously, Hermione and Draco were still captured in the apartment. Cecilia and Liv had taken a liking to hunting for them, which Voz did not mind at all. She enjoyed her time with the children, and was even thinking about moving away and getting married to hopefully protect them. It was crazy, but certainly possible. ‘But who would want to marry me?’ Voz started to go out searching, possibly for a husband, possibly for a permanent residence, perhaps in a nice vampire community. She looked, and one day in December found a small town called Drealiswood, a little vampire community about a hundred miles or so from London. She went there, taking her children, and rented a small townhouse. She was surprised that she had never heard of it until now. ‘Perhaps because you never bothered to look.’ When she was moved in, she started to look around. There was the local grocery store, ‘Red Mark’, and a few other stores

 

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“Love? But…how can we get her to love someone now! I mean, didn’t she love only Draco?” Ron said.

 

“Not get her to love someone, you intolerable Griffindor! Someone who truly and purely loves her! Like someone who cared for a long time! Like someone who loves her beyond belief! True, unconditional love!” Snape was all to soon realizing that he was about to reveal himself before two of his most hated ex-students. Someone walked into the room that they were wall in.

 

“You mean, someone like you, Severus?”

 

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For days, the peace held. Severus was furiously trying to brew a potion, with Dumbledor’s incessant words ringing through his head. ‘You love her, Severus. You always have…why do you think that I suggested her for potions assistant in her seventh year? …Severus…There is something I never told you. I guess I shall now…’ The door burst open interrupting Severus’ thoughts.

 

“Yes, Potter, what do you want this time?” Sneering was Severus’ best quality besides potions.

 

“We’ve got her, sir. She and Draco were still at the apartment.”

 

“As they should be, obviously”

 

“Sorry, sir. Hermione was weak…apparently Draco ate all their…food supply.” Snape looked disturbed.

 

“Potter, did you feed her”

 

“No, sir.”

 

“Goof! How the bloody hell do you expect her to survive? SHE NEEDS BLOOD!”

 

“But…sir…how are we going to get-“

 

“Knockturn Ally. Did you think that the only place to get blood was from a live human? Stupid git…”

 

“Sorry sir.”

 

“You should be sorry.”

 

“Yes, sir. What do you want me to do?”

 

“What? Are you a complete moron? Go to the ally and get her some blood! NOW GO!”

 

“Yes, Snivilus.”

 

“And that’s Mr. Snivilus to you, Potter!”

 

“YES MR. SNIVILUS!”

 

‘Stupid prick. Is he really that moronic, after seven years of my training? Gods, I hope she survives…”

 

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Voz looked out her window. It was starting to snow, surprise surprise. Her life in this town was pleasant enough. Driret and Legar were growing fast as far as the vampire community was concerned. Angelius was quickly growing interest in Voz, and he adored the children. They all understood that the revolt was to take place, and they might have to take part.

 

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Boy was Severus angry. Not only did Albus walk in and completely embarrass him, but the old coot was right. He did love Hermione, ever since fourth year at the Yule Ball. Gods she was magnificent that night... But, what could he do? He didn't know if her love returned. Did it matter? Severus sat down with his head held up by his hands. This was so confusing, how could he even fall in love with a student? Sure, she wasn't his student anymore, but he still loved her when she was. Boy he hated that blind Potter for doing this! Couldn't he look for another way to retrieve her? Did he even consider the fact that maybe she had a prophecy to fulfill? No, the insufferable git had to go with the easiest answer, and now he has sparked a revolt...again. How the hell was he going to get through this alive? Either Draco would kill him for stealing her, Voldemort for betrayal, or Hermione for being him! Life was just too complicated.

[A/N - The blue won't go to gray. Please forgive!!]

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Harry got off the Knight Bus onto Knockturn Ally. The whole place seemed dark and menacing. The people there looked at him as if they were already plotting their next meal to be him. Harry quickened his pace, and returned to the store where he and Ron first looked for answers.

 

The storeowner looked at him hard, “Oi, you back already? Wha’? “Did’ger friend bite ‘cha or wha’? Nah, Yeh look too tan to be a blood drinker’. So, Wha’ can I do fer’yah’?”

 

Harry, grateful for all the years with Hagrid, barely understood him with his thick Romanian accent.

 

“Sir, one of our friends needs, er, blood. The other won’t let her drink, and they are sort of stuck-” The owner cut him off.

 

“Don’t worry ‘bout tha, under murders curse, righ’?” The owner produced a large glass bottle from under the counter. With a wave of his hand, the bottle filled itself with blood. “ Now yeh take this blood, and give it to ‘em. Don’t worry, it’ll refill when they nee’ it. Tha’ll ee’ three gall’s.” He held out his hand expectantly.

 

Harry produced the money, took the vial, and re-boarded the Knight Bus. He was so relieved that he was going to leave it.

 

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When he returned, Neville had released Draco. It was pointless to keep him there. Hermione, however, was still there. She was lying weak in her coffin, cold as ice, paler then the white silk in her coffin. Harry gave her the blood and she inhaled in quickly, and it refilled three times over before she became normal, well, as normal as you can get being a vampire. And then she turned to Harry.

 

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Voz sighed, Liv and Cecilia just left her townhouse. They were furious that Voz had left. It was understandable, of course, but still Voz wondered yet again whether leaving was the best choice. Driret sat on her lap and wrapped her arms around Voz.

 

“Mommy, who were those two ladies?”

 

Smiling at her daughters curious face, she replied, “People Mommy used to know. They were mad because I left my old home to come here and raise you and your brother.”

 

“Oh, ok. Bye bye Mommy!” Driret hopped off of her lap and ran outside. Voz smiled, things were going well. She sat back in her chair and wondered when the revolt would happen, whether she would fight, and once again, Angelius. Taking over mind, she was falling in love with him. Maybe…maybe not. Who knows in this world anymore?

 

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“Harry…thank you.”

 

Harry looked shocked, he never expected for Hermione, a vampire, to be civil. “Um, anything, ‘Mione.” Just then Severus entered the room. He just stopped and looked at Hermione for the first time in over a year. She was gorgeous, not that she wasn’t beautiful in school, but now…

            Hermione looked at Severus. He was staring at her in shock, most likely. She had always admired him, too bad he hated her.

 

            “Professor Snape? What brings you here, in front of me?”

           

            Harry, seeing the problem ahead, stammered, “Err, Hermione…”

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            What is going on? Why is Professor Snape looking at me like that? What is Harry telling me? Whoa, they found a way to let me live normal? How is that!? I am a vampire. Plain and simple. Not a mortal, I can’t go ba-…what?! Oh my god oh my god OH MY GOD! I can come back! …wait, no buts, Harry, no buts… Snape? What is he got to do with this, you never said anything about potions…’

            “WHAT THE FUCK?!” Hermione screamed her thoughts just as Harry explained about the true love. She looked back and forth between Snape and Harry. Snape. He. Could. Not. Love. Her! Maybe…

            “Harry, how do you prove it though? As a vampire I am incapable of real love. Explain?” There, she got him. She couldn’t feel it…but then again she DID want to come back, so this is yet another catch-22 in her life. First the vampire, now Snape. What did she ever do wrong?

            Finally Snape spoke up. “Marriage. It depends on the light produced  during a wizards wedding. It has to be pure white. Most are red or pink, in arranged marriages commonly black. If there is a white light you will come back, anything else and the marriage will b valid. In fact, if it is anything else it might not even show.”

            Marriage? Well, I guess, either way I have something wrong and I would prefer to be married to a man I could ignore then be a vampire. Lord help me. I’m going to willingly marry Snape.’

            “Fine.” And Hermione sat down resigned.

 

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            Now, with the Disillusionment potion brewed, the marriage could take place. It had to be a perfect mix of both the potion and marriage lights for this un-transformation to work, and Hermione would be back as new. Snape was fidgeting with his bowtie, and only stopped when Harry bound his hands until the ceremony. He knew that this was what he wanted, but was just nervous about the outcome. He seriously hoped that the light was white, he loved her so…

 Hermione was dressed in an off-white dress that covered her and plenty of make up to make her look alive and well. (The white against her skin made her look like a ghost). She was nervous too, but for other reasons. She wanted to return, yes, but she never stopped to think about her feelings for Snape….no…Severus. He wanted her to call him Severus. Severus. Wow, that was going to take some getting used to.  When everything was ready the wedding march began, and Hermione walked down the aisle.

 

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There were very few people present. Albus made sure of this for a few reasons. One being that if the marriage did reject, he didn’t want to cause a riot with the vampire thing. And another was that not many people approved of this marriage…with Severus and Hermione. Severus stood at the alter waiting for his bride to come. He tried to sense whether this would work or not, but that proved useless. He looked back at Hermione, and his breath felt as if it was just taken from him. He stood in awe as the Hermione that he once knew walked down the aisle. He knew that it was makeup, but he still was in love all over again.

            Hermione was extremely nervous. Marriage. Not something you do every day, ‘unless your that muggle Spears girl…’. As she neared the alter, she began to tremble, which was totally unlike her vampire self. ‘Maybe this will work.’ She walked up to Severus and took his hand and they both began to walk up to Albus.

            [A/N – The only wedding I have been too was my brothers, and that one wasn’t normal. (wife’s Indian). So I will leave that up to you]

            After the ceremony was over, the couple waited for the light. The light, the one thing that would tell them if they were married yet. Something began to glow. Blue. Pink. Yellow. Green. Orange. Black. Purple. Red. White. It glowed white. For hours they stood there, holding hands, just looking at it. They couldn’t believe that the marriage worked. Severus let go of her hands. Now for the transformation. ‘I hope.’

 

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There were very few people present. Albus made sure of this for a few reasons. One being that if the marriage did reject, he didn’t want to cause a riot with the vampire thing. And another was that not many people approved of this marriage…with Severus and Hermione. Severus stood at the alter waiting for his bride to come. He tried to sense whether this would work or not, but that proved useless. He looked back at Hermione, and his breath felt as if it was just taken from him. He stood in awe as the Hermione that he once knew walked down the aisle. He knew that it was makeup, but he still was in love all over again.

            Hermione was extremely nervous. Marriage. Not something you do every day, ‘unless your that muggle Spears girl…’. As she neared the alter, she began to tremble, which was totally unlike her vampire self. ‘Maybe this will work.’ She walked up to Severus and took his hand and they both began to walk up to Albus.

            [A/N – The only wedding I have been too was my brothers, and that one wasn’t normal. (wife’s Indian). So I will leave that up to you]

            After the ceremony was over, the couple waited for the light. The light, the one thing that would tell them if they were married yet. Something began to glow. Blue. Pink. Yellow. Green. Orange. Black. Purple. Red. White. It glowed white. For hours they stood there, holding hands, just looking at it. They couldn’t believe that the marriage worked. Severus let go of her hands. Now for the transformation. ‘I hope.’

 

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Seconds went by, but for those waiting it seemed years. Several seconds after Severus released Hermione’s hands; the white light grew bright and blinded all those around. It surrounded the couple, headmaster, and everyone around. It held that way for half an hour, just glowing. No body moved, they were all frozen in their seats. Receding, the light slowly disappeared, leaving everyone to recover their eyesight. As soon as it was gone, Hermione fainted. No one could tell if the transformation took place or not due to the make-up that she was currently wearing. Severus simply picked her up and carried her to a nearby bench where he laid her down and waited. The hours passed slowly for everyone as they waited for Hermione to waken. Severus paced back and forth, checking his watch from time to time. He knew that he wasn’t acting like his normal self, but he didn’t care. He covered her, knowing that the sun was soon to rise and for obvious reasons. He asked everyone to leave hours ago, thus he was alone…watching her. He sat beside her putting her head on his lap. He was the happiest he has ever been in a long while. As the sun began to rise she shuttered, and became still once again. The sun rose and they sat there until high noon. The second it turned noon, when the sun was at its peak, Hermione sat up, allowing the sheet to fall. On the sheet was all of her make-up from the night before. She had regained her color and looked around.

            “Where, where am I?” Hermione looked a bit shocked that Severus was there, but disregarded it. She turned herself to face him and waited for his answer.

            “What do you last remember?” He didn’t know how far to backtrack. Obviously he had never done this before.

            “Being in my room crying over September 1st. I heard a bang and that’s it. Nothing else. Why? What’ the date now?”

            “November 1st. Maybe we should get you to Dumbledore, Hermione. I do believe he can explain this better then I could.” Severus was extremely disappointed. She obviously had no idea that they were married. With a sad look, he took his wife’s hand and apperated them to Dumbledore in the 12 Grimmuald house in London.

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Hermione sat at Dumbledore’s desk waiting for him to appear. Snape refused to explain anything to her and that frustrated Hermione to no end. ‘How the hell is it November? Two months…Jesus Christ, help me.’ Hermione had a massive headache and was massaging her muscles when Dumbledore came in. Dumbledore sat down and looked at the young girl. Severus came in after him and sat next to her. Hermione noticed his [Severus’s] gloomy demeanor, and was about to ask what’s wrong when Dumbledore spoke up.

            “Ah, Hermione, this is quite difficult to explain, thus I will explain only the needed and let Severus handle the, uh, end.”

            Dumbledore told her the story, leaving out Draco and the revolt. When he got to the DisIllusionment Potion, he explained that it would make her remember nothing. Then he got to the marriage, and looked to Severus to fill in.

            “Be civil, Severus.” Severus simply nodded.

            “If you look on your left hand you’ll notice a ring. A wedding ring, specifically. In order to return you from your, er, status, you had to marry. Specifically someone you already loved. Know it or not, that was me. We are wedded.” He almost expected her to faint, or scream, something drastic. But she didn’t.

She simply nodded and said, “Well, that explains a lot. Thank you. What do we do now?”

Even Dumbledore was shocked that she took it that well. “Well, then I’ll let you too go get reacquainted. Have fun.”

Severus took Hermione’s hand and led her up to his room. They talked for a while, over unmeaning-full things like potion recipes and living arrangements. They read a book together, and when Hermione fell asleep he put her in his bed, then went to go sleep on the couch. Their sleep was restless until about midnight when Severus went to go check up on his wife, who was, at that time, tossing and turning. He put a loving hand on her and lay beside her. She calmed down under his touch and they both dozed off for hours. At that very moment, the revolt began in the hills near Hogwarts.

 

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Aurors were apperating in and out, the battle was on. The vampire quickly killed dozens of people while the death eaters tortured victims. Voldemort simply killed anyone who came around, waiting for Harry. In one part of the battle Moody was battling two deatheaters on either side, and when they tried to stab him with their swards together he apperated out and they stabbed each other. In another part Remus transformed into a werewolf and killed anyone around. As the  battle continued, Harry saw his family and friends along with enemies fall to the ground. When the battle was at it weakest, he easily found his target. He apperated behind Voldemort easily and was met at wand point.

            ‘Damnit, didn’t think that he would notice. Wards, most likely.’  All of a sudden, their wands bonded and disappeared. Voldemort obviously didn’t count on this happening. Harry, on the other hand, had brought Godric Griffindor’s sword from the sorting hat. Stabbing Voldemort once, he said “For the wizarding world,” twice, “For Hogwarts,” three times, “For my friends,” and one last time, “For my parents.” The last stab was filled with such anger and passion on Voldemort’s death, that his wish was granted. In a flash of red, Voldemorts soul was extracted and in the sword. Tom Riddle fell to the ground unconscious. His wounds gone. Harry, finally fulfilling his prophecy, fell to the ground dead. His soul, as well, was in the sword. It began to rain.

 

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Draco stood on the cliff, watching the battle. He saw the tactics, he saw the deaths. He watched Harry kill Voldemort as well as himself. He watched as all the death eaters fell dead when their Lord died. He watched. He watched Severus run out, yelling at Harry not to use the sword. He saw him fall. He saw Hermione holding her husband, her dead husband, and crying. He saw Dumbledore fall dead. He saw the spell Nott used to kill all of the students. He saw the vampires turn on each other to the death. He saw a battlefield, cluttered with the dead bodies of the wizarding world. He saw Fudge, the last of the ministry to be alive, kill himself at the death of his love, Penelope Clearwater. He saw Hermione kill herself with Severus' wand. He saw the wizarding race die out. He saw hope.

            “World, welcome the coming of the age of the Vampire. Beware.” And with that, the former Draco Malfoy left and entered the muggle world to start his race over. Different. Better. Stronger. He began the Age of Vampire. He started the worlds end.

 

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            Back in the vampire village, Drealiswood, Voz woke up to find that everyone in the villiage had died in the revolt. Including Angelius. She, her children Driret and Legar, and a few other female vampires were left. They all waited in the town hall for any news from survivors. For three days they sat there, every once in awhile one getting up to ravage the store for blood. On high moon (midnight) of the third day, the doors burst open to reveal Draco. He strutted in with the grace of a vampire, and told them of the battle. He said he needed a wife to create more “pure blooded vampires”. After going though the previous five females, he saw Voz. Recognized her. Choose her. Voz began to reflect on how similar this was to the world from which he came. One man, overtaking all. Trying to create a pure species.

            I guess some things will never change. Here we go again.’ And thus starting the new war.

 

FINIS

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Sorry if it ends bluntly, but I wanted it over with.

Writtian by Leanne Wiggins, aka Voz Vamps

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