Chapter 1

She was mad at herself. Beyond mad at herself, she was quiet pissed off with herself actually. She couldn't believe that she had actually allowed herself to get caught. She was so close to getting the potion recipe. But one minor detail, one very important yet minor detail kept her from achieving her goal, the detail that vampires have a very sensitive nose. A nose that can still detect intruders even if they are hidden underneath an invisible cloak and their footsteps are softened by spells. She had planned it out to the teensiest minute detail, except for the one about their nose.

And that is why she is currently in this situation. She was locked up in some sort of makeshift dungeon in a vampire bar in Louisiana with no way out. She really hated herself right now, and there was no way for her to escape. The female vampire took her wand, and her wand-less magic was mediocre at best. So now she was once again trapped in a situation that she couldn't get out of, and she felt mad and hopeless.

"Where is the prisoner, " a deep voice from the entryway said as two sets of footsteps came down the cement staircase. The female vampire came into view first, her blonde hair faintly shining in the pale light of the dungeon. Then she saw a tall man, also blonde, but his looked more natural. It reminded her of cornfields, and his eyes were as blue as the ocean. He was breath taking, but she could see how ruthless he could be.

"She had some sort of magical cloak that kept her invisible," the woman said in a bored tone, giving her a sideways glance before turning back to the tall man beside her, "She tried to steal something, but she didn't get very far. I caught her as she was looking for whatever it is."

She remained silent as she watched the exchange, a stony look on her face as she slowly stood up, the chains rattling around her wrists. She looked the man in the eye, chocolate brown met blue, and a shiver ran through her body. Her expression never changed though as he moved closer, as if he was trying to see through her. She hated feeling as if her mind was out for everyone to see, so she put her walls up, just in case he did just so happen to practice legilimens.

"What were you trying to steal," he asked, his deep voice resonating within the walls of the dungeon.

"Why? You would just kill me either way. There's no point in telling you," her voice quietly rang out. It was soft yet strong, showing no fear. He smirked, backing away slightly to look at her better, but not by much. She couldn't tell if he was generally entertained by her comment, or just trying to make her feel uncomfortable.

"There is a point in telling me. It would help me decide on whether or not I kill you quickly or if I drain you dry. You do smell very delicious," he told her almost bestially, making her fight back another shiver down her spine. It reminded her of her stay at the Manor, but it was a different sort of shiver. She didn't feel fear, just the adrenaline pumping through her. She smirked this time though, trying to make herself seem more confident then she actually felt. She wasn't scared per se, just that vampires were always wild cards, and she had to keep the ball in her court.

"I've seen people a lot scarier than you Mr. Northman. So, you're going to have to give me another reason to tell you what I came here for. You're negotiation skills seem to be a little bit lacking," she retorted, making him chuckle and the female vampire roll her eyes.

"You're very far away from home little witch," he said, his voice darkening slightly before stepping back to be handed her wand. Her eyes widened slightly, and she tried to keep her composure, but her breathing increased as his large hands wrapped around both ends of the sturdy yet fragile wood.

"Tell me why you're here and what you were trying to take and I won't snap your wand into two. I know how you wizarding folk are attached to your pieces of wood," he told her, making his companion chuckle, maliciousness in her eyes. She kept her own eyes glued to the piece of wood that was in his hands. That was the second wand she had ever owned, her first never being found after being confiscated during the war. Her wand was her lifeline currently, and she can't have him risking that.

"Please don't," she said softly, all of her confidence gone, "I can't lose my wand again." She cursed herself as the last word left her, wincing after she saw his lips curve into a smile.

"Again hmm? Usually witches and wizards have wands for their entire lives, unless they lose them or are taken away or broken," he moved in close again, looking her deep in the eyes and a smirk on his face, "Which one happened to you my little witch?"

She closed her eyes, counting slowly to get her feelings back under control as memories of the war flashed behind her eyes. She didn't know whether or not the pain flashed on her face because when she opened her eyes again she thought she saw a flash of worry in his eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it had come, and that was the moment that she decided to tell the truth. All of the truth. She took a deep breath; her back straightening as she prepared herself for the tears that she was sure would eventually strike during her retelling.

"I'll tell you my story and why I'm here if you undo these chains and give me back my wand," she told him, her voice wavering slightly, but holding strong towards the end.

"And how do I know that you won't try to escape once I hand you back the wand," he asked her, keeping the wood tight in his grip. She glanced down at it before looking back up into his eyes.

"Because I want to tell you what happened. Maybe you'll actually help with what I came here for," she told him, a small smile gracing her lips. He stared at her for a long moment, and she fought the urge to squirm underneath his gaze. Eventually, after what felt like forever, he nodded and his companion quickly unlatched the shackles around her wrists. When they loudly clanged to the floor, Hermione sat down, leaning against the pole that she was previously latched to.

"Now, tell us why you're here," he told her, his voice commanding but still sounding lazy. She smiled again, shaking her head.

"Over a thousand years old and you still haven't learned the virtue of patience Mr. Northman? It takes me a moment to get control over my emotions, because where I'm going, it's a very dark place," Hermione said her voice darkening considerably as she stared off into the distance. She lifted her wand, causing for the two vampires to go on high alert, getting into a battle stance, ready to attack. She smiled again, but this time, it seemed almost cold, "Don't worry, I was just going to summon you some chairs, because this story is going to take awhile."

The vampire nodded slowly, eyeing her, waiting for her to do something foul. But she did exactly as she said she would, two chairs appearing behind them. Once they got comfortable Northman spoke again, "Now, let's start from the beginning by telling us your name."

"My name is Hermione Granger," she told him simply, before taking a deep breath and beginning her tale.

~0~0~

"I don't know if you ever heard the story, but there was a dark wizard named Tom Riddle, but he changed it to Lord Voldemort. The only thing he wanted was power, and he would stop at nothing to get it," Hermione began, more memories flashing in her mind, making her heart begin to hurt. She looked up to find Northman's companion grinning evilly, licking her teeth slowly as if she were savoring something. Hermione hated the expression on the woman's face, it reminded her of Fenrir Greyback and her time spent at Malfoy Manor.

"Power is addictive. I love it," his companion said, a smirk on her face. Hermione shook her head, causing the woman to go from a lustful look to a scowl.

"Would you kill a baby for it? Would you have hundreds tortured, separated from their loved ones, living constantly in fear? To this day people still refuse to say his name! He tried to kill my best friend Harry Potter 19 years ago, and one year ago he actually succeeded," Hermione told them passionately, tears beginning to fall down her face as her despair from her past caught back up with her. She took a deep breath, once again trying to get her emotions under control, even though her cheeks were slightly damp from her tears. "You two are kittens compared to Voldemort and his Death Eaters."

"We can be ruthless in our own right," Northman told her, making her smile, but it lacked the warmth that it normally carried.

"I don't doubt that. But as much as you and your fellow vampires wont admit it, you all feel, or have felt something at some point in time. You understand the feeling of pain, loss, and love. Lord Voldemort was born without being able to love. He ripped his own soul apart to cheat death, and he didn't care what happened to anyone as long as he achieved that goal," Hermione finished explaining, her body tense and her breathing heavy.

"I remember hearing stories once as we travelled through Europe. But they were just whispers. Whispers out of fear," the companion said out loud, more to herself than to anyone else. Northman sighed, his patience wearing thin.

"As interesting as this story is," his voice rang out with an uninterested drawl, "Why are you here and what were you trying to take from me?"

"I was just about to tell you," Hermione chuckled before her expression turned serious again, "During the final battle, Harry and Voldemort dueled, and when they casted their spells at the same time it created a phenomenon. They struck each other at the same time, creating a power struggle between the two. Harry was able to overcome Voldemort's spell, but it came at a price. He was blasted away, knocking his head against a rock, making him lose his memory. I have searched every where for a year to find anything, a spell, a potion, anything to bring his memory back and none of them have worked."

There was silence again, and Hermione stood up slowly, making eye contact with Eric Northman as she did. She placed her despair and pleading in her eyes as she looked at him, "There is a potion that has the power to bring back memories. It can cure amnesia from any ailment or potion, and the last person to have had its recipe on record was you. I know you have it. I saw it just before she caught me. I just need a copy of the recipe, and that was all I was going to do. Can I please just make a copy and send it home and then I'll be on my way."

"As lovely as this tale was, I'm going to have to say no to your request. I will pay for your way home, but I want you out of Louisiana by the end of tomorrow," Northman said as he stood up, never breaking eye contact with her. Her sad brown eyes would not sway him; he refused to allow them to.

"Please," she cried out as he began to walk away, tears welling in her eyes again, "Harry is like my brother. I spent the better half of my childhood and teenage years protecting him, fighting with him. He doesn't remember anyone, not me, not our friend Ron. He was finally going to be happy, and all he can do is be depressed. He knows he's had a tough life, but can't remember what happened. I just need to send a copy back home, I will do anything you need me to do as long as I can send a copy back to them," she full out pleaded now, the desperation clear in her voice. She could not see or hear as he cursed under his breath, making a split decision in his head. He slowly turned around, blue once again meeting brown. He watched her for a moment, trying to determine how desperate she really was for the recipe to the potion. Once he could see that she truly was desperate and would do anything, he made his decision. He took a deep yet unnecessary breath before speaking again.

"I will allow you to make a copy of the potion on one condition," he began, swaggering up to her again, a smirk on his face once again, "You are mine for two months. You will do whatever I ask, be that magic or whatever else I can think of," he said the last part huskily, looking over her body slowly to get the point across, "At the end of those two months you can go on your way to merry old England and be reunited with your family and friends. Is it a deal?"

Hermione's heart was racing as his words entered her mind. On one hand Harry will get the potion, and later on she can use it to help her parents, on the other hand she will basically be this man's slave for two months, doing whatever he asked of her and she couldn't say no. Well, she could say no, she just didn't know what the repercussions of telling a thousand year old vampire no would be.

"This offer is only on the table for another ten seconds," his deep voice broke through her thoughts, making her look up at him, "What's your decision?"

She tried not to panic, but she already knew what her decision would be. She sighed, feeling her body sag from everything that had happened in the past couple of hours, her exhaustion was finally catching up with her. She closed her eyes before nodding, "I accept."

"Good, Pamela will show you to where you'll be staying," Northman said in a satisfied voice, which began to infuriate her. This was going to be a very long two months.

"No, first you're going to take me to make a copy of the recipe, and then I will follow Pamela to wherever it is you plan on stowing me for two months," Hermione demanded, becoming more irritated when a smirk once again lifted his lips.

"You're very feisty aren't you," he commented, his voice dropping low again, "And smart. You'll definitely be fun won't you?" Hermione huffed at his last words, hating being treated like some sort of toy.

"If this is going to work Mr. Northman, you are going to have to treat me like a person, not some sort of toy. I've fought too hard for too long to be treated like dirt again," she told him, her voice cold and full of irritancy. He chuckled low, as if what she said was a joke. She felt her hair rise on end from the insult, "I'm completely serious! I refuse to not be treated my worth. Not again."

"You keep saying again," Pamela said out loud, her own voice sounding irritated by the exchange, "Why is it again? You're a witch aren't you? They treated you like one where you live don't they?"

"Sadly in where I am from there is blood supremacy. And no matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried; pure bloods believed that I was beneath them. I was the smartest girl in school, I achieved things that not many people had done before, and I paid a price for being what I am. A mudblood," she spat out the last word, before shoving her sleeve up, revealing the scar that would never fully heal. 'Mudblood' was etched into the pale skin. Eric and Pam stared at the scar before Hermione stepped around them and moving towards the stairs, "I'll go make that copy right now and owl it home." She soon disappeared out of the dungeon, out of sight and out of hearing shot of the two vampires.

"You're not going to let her go into your office alone are you? She can't be trusted! She's a witch," Pam cried out, her eyes wide with frustration. Eric placed a calming hand on her shoulder.

"Relax Pam. She can be trusted. She will stick with our deal," he told her, trying to reassure her, but she shook her head in the negative.

"How can you be so sure? She's a witch, they're sneaky and deceiving and have an advantage over us by being able to practice magic," Pam reiterated, making Eric chuckle before turning serious again.

"You can't fake that pain Pam. She is genuinely trying to help her friend, which we'll use to our advantage. She's a sophisticated witch, none like we've had to deal with. Those others were crude, never having gotten proper schooling to control their magic. She's powerful, you can feel it," Eric explained. Pam backed away, an incredulous yet understanding look coming onto her face.

"You like her! This is fantastic, first the fairy and now a witch! I can never escape," Pam cried, throwing her hands up in the air.

"That's enough Pamela," Eric commanded, his voice echoing off of the cement walls once again. Pam instantly closed her mouth, but she still looked beyond irritated. She growled slightly before speaking again.

"I'll let you do whatever it is you're doing, but one slip up from her and I suck her dry. She did smell very delicious," she said, the last part almost an after thought. Eric smiled at her before placing his arm around her shoulder.

"Thank you Pam, now please go show our new guest where she'll be saying the next couple of months," Eric told her, waiting for Pam to leave before sighing loudly. He ran a tired hand down his face, his mind whirling with thoughts. "This is going to be a very long two months."

A/N: Hello loves! This is the True Blood/HP crossover that I was talking about. Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter. I will post again for Christmas on ALL of my current non-completed stories. I told you guys your present, oops! Love y'all and please review if you can! Thanks!