Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter or anything associated with it, nor do I own Underworld.
Note: This is my first time writing fanfiction, let me know what you think. The characters will be a little OOC as they have faced different things than they have in the books. Mainly Hermione.
Prologue
My life has been completely different to what my friends think have happened to me, at school I am known as a bookworm or a goody two shoes, but that's not who I really am. Unknown to nearly all of the wizarding world there are more wars going on than the one with Voldermort, and most of these wars are far more dangerous.
I was born into the Granger family, we had a good life, both of my parents where dentists and loved what they did. We had a little house right in the middle of the suburbs, I was loved, well looked after and didn't have a care in the world. But like all good things this came to an end when I was four years old.
It was a dark stormy night when my family was attacked, all I heard was a loud crash that to me sounded like thunder, my dad came into my room and told me to stay there until he or my mother came back into the room to get me. At this age I had no idea what was going on so I stayed in my room waiting for my parents to come. They never did. I waited for what seemed to me like hours, I found out later that it was only about half an hour, the storm had died down and I couldn't hear anything so I slowly opened my door and crept down the hallway to the kitchen. It was there that I found my parents.
I can't remember what they looked like or how I found them, I've been told that I blocked it out until I could deal with it. I remember sitting there with my parents for two days before someone found me sitting covered in my parent's blood. The man who found me later on explained that my parents hadn't been attacked by normal people who were just breaking into the house, the people who broke into the house where called Lycans.
Lycans where a different breed of werewolves, instead of only changing into wolves on the full moon, Lycans could change into wolves whenever they wanted, unlike werewolves that where human at all times until the full moon Lycans had lost their humanity as soon as they were turned, the person who they were died and only the wolf was left. This made them even more dangerous as they no longer reacted the way a human would react, they did not feel pity for the thing in which they were hurting nor did they care if something begged for its life, the Lycan seemed to enjoy killing something that was begging for their lives more than something that seemed resigned to their fate. I never did find out why the Lycans decided to kill my parents.
No one ever investigated the murder of my parents, the man who found me made sure of that. The man took me from my home and adopted me into his family. This is where I learnt about the war that was going on between the humans, Lycans and Vampires, I was told that there where a select few of people who knew about the war and that Lycans and Vampires existed, the people who did know about it became warriors, they were trained so that they could infiltrate Lycan and Vampire nests as well as be able to fit into everyday society without drawing attention to themselves. From a young age we were taught all about the Vampire Society, Lycan society and Muggle and Wizarding society.
My training began a week after I arrived at the house, the man (whose name I later learned to be John) and his wife Lissa taught me everything that they knew about the world, the employed tutors to not only teach me a basic education they taught me 6 different languages (English, Russian, German, French, Mandarin, and Spanish) I was also taught how to fight. It took me 5 years until John and Lissa deemed me ready to fight my first Lycan. This was a test to see how well I could do in the field, they wouldn't help me if I got into trouble, if the Lycan was about to kill me they wouldn't step in. They told me that to survive I had to be able to look after myself and not to rely on anyone else to save me.
I ended up surviving and was accepted into the family, when I got accepted into the family I got my tattoo that signified that I was a part of the family, the tattoo also meant that if we ended up killing any Lycans and Vampires in public areas and get caught then the police leave us alone.
Over the years the war has become worse and worse, it seems that no matter how many Lycan or Vampires that we kill there always seems to be two more that come in their place. We have lost more and more people in this battle, the hardest one for me was when we lost John and Lissa. It was once they died that the war seemed to become more real to us all.
So far we've only lost 52 people, compared to the hundreds of Lycan and Vampires that we have killed. The ministry of magic deny that there is even a war going on, they decided to blame the deaths of witches and wizards on renegade death eaters. They do not see the war that is constantly going on around them; this means that the people who live in the magical world do not known the threat that is constantly around them.
But this is a good thing, if they did know it was cause panic and more destruction that we are causing. Magic does not work against Lycan and Vampires, to kill them you have to use the muggle way of doing things such as using silver against Lycan as they are highly allergic to it, and sunlight against Vampires.
This is the story of how my two lives collided. My life as Hogwarts bookworm and goody two shoes, and my life as a soldier in a war that will continue even after I have died.