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Summary: AU; In Transylvania, Romania back in the year 1700's everything is going well in Hermione's life. But when unexpected evening she's....please r/r it is a vampire story.
Rated: R- *or should it be PG : 13* Its R: 13. PG: 13 for a few chapters
A/N: My first Harry Potter, this is the fic that I tried my hardest on. I started to use well vocabulary words and I will not rush through the story.
Title : Blood So Pure
Chapter 1 : The beginning of the times.
"Hermione!"
A mere 17 year old ran out of her room, her skirt dress fluttering behind her, her red bandana freshly cleaned for another days work.
"Yes Mama,"
"Would you deliver this warm loaf of cake bread to the butcher in town in return for a turkey for this evening meal?"
"Yes ma'am"
Hermione took the loaf of bread and exited the tiny, but cozy cottage in the village. She deeply inhaled the air of the day, fresh and warm from the sun. Hermione was the daughter of the local inventor, Mr.Granger. Her family was praise and looked up to, because of her papa's work, but they were the same as everyone else economically wise. Hermione did not mind at all. Simple and hard enjoyments like baking bread, playing with the nearby farmers animals or help create objects with her father, were her many past times, that and talking with her best friends.
This was the old town of Transylvania, Romania she did not know what to feel toward the town. The forever gloomy and dark sky. She was never allowed outside after the sun set, most older and elder people were truly scared of the rumors that the sacred mountains were roomed with vampires or evil demons. As she passed some elderly ladies gossiping and whispering about the events. She nodded respectfully, but still tried to listen closely.
"Can you believe it has been 70 years, since Draco disappeared!"
"It was a shame, he was so handsome all those years ago,"
"But you have to say, he was a bastard half the time"
The elderly ladies sighed at another poor innocent soul that was abducted. Hermione slowly stopped shaking her head sadly over the abductions many, many years ago. She snapped her fingers in remembering. She really should get some flowers and place them in the Memorial. Her cousin who was older then her, had gotten abducted when she was only four years old.
In Hermione's train of thought, she finally notice she was near the Butcher's place. She stepped inside, greeted by the warm welcome smiles of some of the villagers, the smell of meat filled her nostrils. And the ring of the door bell, awaken her ears.
"Good afternoon, Miss.Granger,"
"Good after noon, Sir. Mother asked if she could have one of your wonderful turkeys for her sweet out of the warm oven loaf of cake bread."
"Bless her dear little heart, " the butcher, Mr.Jones exchanged the turkey for Hermione's mother bread. "And here's a sweet sour pickle as an afternoon treat."
"Thank you very much sir."
"You welcome, Miss.Granger!"
Hermione slowly sucked on the sweet sour pickle, still pretty wet from its container. When finish with the snack, she skipped across the street to the flower shop owned by Mrs.Green. She picked up some white roses and crystal Lilly's . She walked to the memorial passing some arrivals praying for their lost ones. Hermione arrived at her cousin picture two weeks ago she would've been 28 . She dead at the mere age of 13 Hermione did a silent pray for her cousin, and sadly place the flowers in the middle of the picture. But thought about keeping one red rose.
Exiting the new memorial, Hermione walked the halls of the older part where the people buried here, nor longer had living relatives or rare visits. She grabbed the torch on the wall, and looked at the different pictures. She stopped when she came to one with the name. Draco
Name: Draco
Age when death: 18
Sibs : Draconian (sister) , and Drakey (brother)
Summary: Draco was a hard worker in the fields, a little bit head strong for his old good but he love his siblings *see top for names* dearly
Body: Never Found
That part scared Hermione. In most parts, the bodies were usually found. Drained of blood, skin white, and body temperature completely gone. But found at the less, to have a proper funeral. Hermione examined the boys face, at 18.
"He's gorgeous," she whispered to herself. "Either the artist was a moron and blind as they come."
She stepped back, remembering she needed to be home before sun set. But before she left, she took out her last and only red rose. She placed it under the picture, and bowed. Placing the torch back into place, she ran back home.
Hermione eventually made it, and took off her shoes and sat down at the table. She placed the meat on top of the table, where her mother picked it up.
"Mione dear, What took you so long?"
Hermione walked over to her father and place a kiss on his cheek.
"Don't worry Papa, I was just visiting the memorial."
"That's fine dear, tidy up the house, Pansy and her father will be here in a few", her mother reassured.
"O.K. mama"
A/N: I am going to stopped it there, next chapter is going to be much longer. Okay go easy one me and remember this is my first Harry Potter fic.
Spoiler: Pansy and her father arrives, something happens and Hermione some how gets........ Hohoho, you have to wait till next chapter. I think it is going to come out today or maybe tomorrow if I get good reviews. Bye and see you all next chapter.
Summary: AU; In Transylvania, Romania back in the year 1700's everything is going well in Hermione's life. But when unexpected evening she's....please r/r it is a vampire story.
Rated: R- *or should it be PG : 13* Its R: 13. PG: 13 for a few chapters
A/N: My first Harry Potter, this is the fic that I tried my hardest on. I started to use well vocabulary words and I will not rush through the story.
Title : Blood So Pure
Chapter 1 : The beginning of the times.
"Hermione!"
A mere 17 year old ran out of her room, her skirt dress fluttering behind her, her red bandana freshly cleaned for another days work.
"Yes Mama,"
"Would you deliver this warm loaf of cake bread to the butcher in town in return for a turkey for this evening meal?"
"Yes ma'am"
Hermione took the loaf of bread and exited the tiny, but cozy cottage in the village. She deeply inhaled the air of the day, fresh and warm from the sun. Hermione was the daughter of the local inventor, Mr.Granger. Her family was praise and looked up to, because of her papa's work, but they were the same as everyone else economically wise. Hermione did not mind at all. Simple and hard enjoyments like baking bread, playing with the nearby farmers animals or help create objects with her father, were her many past times, that and talking with her best friends.
This was the old town of Transylvania, Romania she did not know what to feel toward the town. The forever gloomy and dark sky. She was never allowed outside after the sun set, most older and elder people were truly scared of the rumors that the sacred mountains were roomed with vampires or evil demons. As she passed some elderly ladies gossiping and whispering about the events. She nodded respectfully, but still tried to listen closely.
"Can you believe it has been 70 years, since Draco disappeared!"
"It was a shame, he was so handsome all those years ago,"
"But you have to say, he was a bastard half the time"
The elderly ladies sighed at another poor innocent soul that was abducted. Hermione slowly stopped shaking her head sadly over the abductions many, many years ago. She snapped her fingers in remembering. She really should get some flowers and place them in the Memorial. Her cousin who was older then her, had gotten abducted when she was only four years old.
In Hermione's train of thought, she finally notice she was near the Butcher's place. She stepped inside, greeted by the warm welcome smiles of some of the villagers, the smell of meat filled her nostrils. And the ring of the door bell, awaken her ears.
"Good afternoon, Miss.Granger,"
"Good after noon, Sir. Mother asked if she could have one of your wonderful turkeys for her sweet out of the warm oven loaf of cake bread."
"Bless her dear little heart, " the butcher, Mr.Jones exchanged the turkey for Hermione's mother bread. "And here's a sweet sour pickle as an afternoon treat."
"Thank you very much sir."
"You welcome, Miss.Granger!"
Hermione slowly sucked on the sweet sour pickle, still pretty wet from its container. When finish with the snack, she skipped across the street to the flower shop owned by Mrs.Green. She picked up some white roses and crystal Lilly's . She walked to the memorial passing some arrivals praying for their lost ones. Hermione arrived at her cousin picture two weeks ago she would've been 28 . She dead at the mere age of 13 Hermione did a silent pray for her cousin, and sadly place the flowers in the middle of the picture. But thought about keeping one red rose.
Exiting the new memorial, Hermione walked the halls of the older part where the people buried here, nor longer had living relatives or rare visits. She grabbed the torch on the wall, and looked at the different pictures. She stopped when she came to one with the name. Draco
Name: Draco
Age when death: 18
Sibs : Draconian (sister) , and Drakey (brother)
Summary: Draco was a hard worker in the fields, a little bit head strong for his old good but he love his siblings *see top for names* dearly
Body: Never Found
That part scared Hermione. In most parts, the bodies were usually found. Drained of blood, skin white, and body temperature completely gone. But found at the less, to have a proper funeral. Hermione examined the boys face, at 18.
"He's gorgeous," she whispered to herself. "Either the artist was a moron and blind as they come."
She stepped back, remembering she needed to be home before sun set. But before she left, she took out her last and only red rose. She placed it under the picture, and bowed. Placing the torch back into place, she ran back home.
Hermione eventually made it, and took off her shoes and sat down at the table. She placed the meat on top of the table, where her mother picked it up.
"Mione dear, What took you so long?"
Hermione walked over to her father and place a kiss on his cheek.
"Don't worry Papa, I was just visiting the memorial."
"That's fine dear, tidy up the house, Pansy and her father will be here in a few", her mother reassured.
"O.K. mama"
A/N: I am going to stopped it there, next chapter is going to be much longer. Okay go easy one me and remember this is my first Harry Potter fic.
Spoiler: Pansy and her father arrives, something happens and Hermione some how gets........ Hohoho, you have to wait till next chapter. I think it is going to come out today or maybe tomorrow if I get good reviews. Bye and see you all next chapter.