DISCLAIMER: The following story is based on characters from the world of JK ROWLING and ALLAN BALL. I do not own any of it nor do I claim any money. I work for reviews only

A/N: For my purposes Hermione Granger grew up with a single mother. Godric has not met the sun yet but is planning on it. Sookie Steakhouse will be involved. Lastly, if anyone would like to they have my permission to write a similar story based on this premise so long as nothing is taken directly from me but concepts. I would really love to read someone else mate Hermione with Godric and has it where Eric is her father. I would love to see how your Eric would take it. Now onward.

Godric was old. Older then Jesus. Certainly older then Muhamad. Hell he was older then the Roman conversion. He has seen everything. Done everything. There was nothing left for him but his despair. Nothing was holding him to this world. He was lonely and he was tired of it. Sure he could turn another but he never felt that pull to do so again after his childe Eric.

Speaking of Eric, Godric was currently sitting in Eric's office in Fantasia watching his childe fill out paperwork and curse about things. While mildly amusing he felt mostly lackadaisical and wondering if he should leave to put his plan into motion. His plan was to sacrifice himself to the Fellowship of the Sun and end his 2010 years of life. Of course, he never planned to actually find his reason to live.

As for Eric Northman did not regret much in his long life. He especially did not regret being a vampire. He did not regret all the women he had in his long life. He did not regret the men he had either. No Eric Northman only regretted one thing, but he wouldn't have that regret for long.

Now for Hermione Granger, smartest witch of her-and quite possibly most-ages was weary. Her abused body lay upon the cold floor. She was certain her life was about to end before she could really live it. She was certain that she would lose her mind. She hated that she was unable to finish fighting this war but was relieved it would all be over soon. She didn't want to give up, but she accepted death. Or she would have if events had not transpired to not only save her life, but to change it irrevocably.

The office was silent except for the sound of papers ruffling and the occasional curse word from the blonde haired giant of a man filling out said paperwork. It had been several days since the last disaster he had helped clean up and he was bored out of his mind. From the corner of his blue eyes he watched his Maker Godric smirk at him or alternate staring into nothing. With the innate trust of their bond they were able to fully relax into the others company without worry of attack. Which is probably why they were so startled by the sudden loud pop.

Before more then a microsecond passed both were on their feet snarling fangs fully distended as they faced the threat they detected.
"It's a note." Eric stated his voice showing his bemusement to his Maker who knew him better then anyone.

"Can you read it without touching it?" Witchcraft, or fae magic is the only way for it to get here." Both could be nasty and were not to be messed with.

"Yes." His blue eyes quickly flicked over the note and with each word more and more disbelief flooded the Maker/Childe bond. Suddenly hope quickly followed by all out rage followed.

"What is it my Eric?"
"It seems I never should have trusted that witch some years ago. Apparently she wanted my seed and from it was able to conceive a child when taken with a specialty potion she created. Worse it now seems my child, if this note is to be believed, is in life threatening danger and she herself is dead and unable to aid her herself so asks that I take hold of the letter, say a word and poof I am there where my child is being threatened."

"What?" Surely Eric was mistaken.

"Here." He waved Godric over to take his place.

Dearest Eric,
If you received this letter then I am dead and someone very special is in danger. You may ask why you should care but I ask you to finish reading this all the way through and you will understand. When we met I quickly fell for you, as you know it wasn't very hard. However much you gave me I wanted more. I wanted above all a child from your loins and mine. To this end I worked tirelessly to find a solution. Unable to I created one myself after much research and many trials. I succeeded on my fifty-fourth try and three miscarriages. That's right Eric, you have a daughter. She was born on —. You may think the dates do not match but that is just not so. Even after we ended it I used your preserved seed and continued on. I could not bare to let you go completely, and with her I never had to.

Hermione J. Granger, my most beloved daughter, and only link to you is now in life threatening danger and my blood words sent this letter to you. You may hold

nothing but contempt for me, but for your daughter, your true blooded daughter, I beg

you to step forward and come to her aid. Simply hold this letter and when you are ready

simply say her name three times and the blood magic wards will take you past almost

wards and strait to her. Please, for her sake, and for any affection you ever had for me

do this.
Jane Granger

"Do you believe this?"

"The question, Eric, is can we afford not to believe it. You have always longed to have your line continue once more and you have a chance, but the longer we wait the less time she may have to live." Godric's green eyes met Eric's and with a quick nod Eric grabbed the letter.
"Will you come with me?"

"Of course min son." They both grabbed the letter with resolve, even if this was a trap it was worth the risk. With the chanting of his daughters name the world spun around and suddenly they felt everything compress around them before things seemed to flatten stretch out. Within seconds they felt back to their original forms and the world stopped spinning.

The first thing they heard was agonized screaming and mad cackling. The taste of blood was in the air. It was the smell of the blood that proved Eric's fatherhood though, as it contained an undertone of his own scent, mingled with that of agony and fear. Both sets of fangs rushed out as they took in the scene of a writhing bloody young women writhing beneath the wand of another, her arms cut with many gashes and the word Mudblood branded on the left.