Disclaimer: No, I do NOT own Harry Potter. It belongs to JK Rowling and Warner Bros and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N – Ok, first of all the plot for this fic is loosely based and inspired by a book I read called Midnight Hunger, where this screen writer finds the journals of a vampire in the attic of what used to be his house. She turns them into a movie and he finds out and blah blah blah, it's a long story. Enjoyable nonetheless, I'd appreciate whatever criticism or comments people have for me so please review me when you're done reading. Thanks

Dark Souls
By Bellatrix Black

Chapter One: The Awakening

"Miss Granger, have you found the book you were looking for?" came the voice of Hogwarts librarian, Madame Pince. It was the sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and once again, her favorite student had taken to the library, hungry for knowledge.

"It doesn't appear to be in here, do you mind if I check the other books in storage?" Hermione called, pulling herself away from the large bookshelf and turning to older woman.

"Not at all" Madame Pince answered quickly as she hurried over to quiet down some first years who were arguing in one of the corners. Hermione quickly made her way into the storage room behind Madame Pince's office. It was dark and musty and had obviously not been getting any attention from the house elves. This room was for the extra copies and incorrect books Madame Pince had been holding up. Hermione had only paid a few visits to the room before, though she could not exactly say she had enjoyed them.

Humming a soft tune under her breath, her eyes ran up the books shelved, looking for a biography on Veela. Professor Lupin had returned as their Defense Against Dark Arts teacher that year and he had asked them to all write an essay on any half human, half demon subject. Thus Hermione had chosen veela, thinking that it would be by far one of the most interesting possibilities.

"Werewolves… centaurs…" she muttered to herself until her eyes rested upon a large purple book.

"Aha, Veela" she said smartly and she attempted to un-wedge the book, causing many more to come toppling to the ground. She grumbled as she grudgingly picked them all up and placed them on the shelf. The last book however, caught her eye. Scrolled across the top right hand corner of the book in small scarlet letters, read the words Luis Malfoy.

"Malfoy? Hermione said to herself. She reached up as to place the book back onto the shelf, before she stopped herself. Without even thinking, she silently slipped it into her bag and hurried out of the storage room.

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"Hermione, you really need to lay off the books" Ron exclaimed that night in the common room as he and Harry sat down for a game of chess.

"I'm doing my homework, which is something I noticed even you yourself have not gotten around to" she muttered as she scribbled across her parchment.

"Leave her Ron, if she doesn't get it done now, she'll be fretting over it tomorrow at breakfast and there'll be no end to it until she finally does" Harry piped up before he ordered his pawn across the chess board. Ron shrugged and turned his full attention to the chess board. Half an hour passed by and Hermione continued on with her homework in silence, glancing up only once or twice, annoyed when Harry's knight began beating up a screeching pawn and so on. Finally, the last straw came when Ron checkmated Harry's king, which caused him to break out in a fit of glee.

"That's the fifth game this week I've won!" he proclaimed loudly.

"Oh for goodness sake," Hermione huffed as she crammed her parchment into her bag, "can't I even study in peace?"

She shot Ron a frustrated look and he grimaced as she made her way up the steps to her dorm.

"Was it something I said?" he asked Harry, confused.

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Throwing her bag down onto her bed, Hermione sighed. Today had been a long day. Apart from the double potions and the forgetful Professor Binns in History of Magic, she had gotten hardly anything useful from that Veela biography she had spent two hours searching the library for. Persistence was nothing if there was no gain and now she found herself exhausted and annoyed.

Parvati was sitting on the end of Lavender's bed, reading through a Wizarding magazine and giggling occasionally as they spoke. Hermione ignored them and tugged the hangings around her bed closed. She quickly changed into a tank top and her pajama bottoms and slipped into bed. Laying there, she waited for her eyes to become heavy and eventually sleep but alas it did not happen. Running a hand through her thick brown hair in frustration, she cursed herself and reached over to her school bag pulling out two books from within.

One was a muggle story she had been reading and the other… it was the small black book from the library. She ran her fingers over the engraved writing on the book's cover and saw it glimmer slightly. Hearing the faint clicks of her room mates bed lamps, signaling that they both were going to sleep, curiosity got the better of the young witch. She tugged at the clasp which binded the book closed.

"Ouch!" Hermione hissed as she quickly pulled back her finger. In her lamplight she could see the blood slowly dripping from her finger onto the small black book. She wrapped her finger in her handkerchief and turned back to the book. It's clasp no longer closed and the engraved name now shone an even brighter contrast of scarlet.

Pulling open the cover, she studied it carefully and turned to the first page.

A journal of thoughts one might call this, as that is what I propose this journal to be for. Thoughts of the past, the present, perhaps even the future. One can only imagine the possibilities their future can hold. A future of endless exploitation's. Endless to say the least.

To whoever there may be who shall come to read this diary, I ask you, the reader to be impartial to what you read. To be patient, as this is not some mere story I lay down for you. It is, as some may call, a biography of sorts. Many could probably not begin to imagine the world I shall describe. Muggles. What could they ever know except what they are told. But a wizard or witch, your mind shall know the simplicity of what I shall speak and your mind alone can only judge me accordingly.

This book is not one of my life's work, as so many of my forefather's have gone ahead and produced. It is a tale of when my life began. My true life. The night my very soul was taken from me and the consequence of this action that robbed me of my humanity.

I speak of the night that I, Luis Malfoy became one of the undead, a creature of the night. A vampire.

Hermione looked up from her book, feeling like she had been caught doing something that she wasn't meant to be doing. But Parvati was snoring loudly in the bed next to hers and she could hear Lavender talking softly in her sleep. Sheepishly, she lowered her gaze back to the yellowing paper and turned the page.

I was but a young lad in London. My wealth and my prominent family name had opened countless doors for my future and while I had chosen none, I was weary and full of grievances. I had graduated from Hogwarts but half a decade ago and was being urged by my father to enter the Ministry. The year was 1692 and I was still living off my father's money. I did not care, I spent my days in pubs, allowing myself to get drunk and take home a new lass every night. The world was a darker place then. Modesty held no grounds except with the noble families and I was far from representing them.

Perhaps if I had held limits to myself, if I had not attempted to rebel against my father's wishes so often, then I would never have become what I am today. Afraid of sunlight, silver and crosses. I could sit here and recount my misdeeds, though I know it would do me no aid and only fill my being with even more woe. And what good will I do myself dwelling? The night I was turned, I had been wandering the meadows of the Parkinson land. Their daughter had been one of which I had attempted to bring under my strong hold, but she resisted me to the best of her ability.

Never the less, I had bedded the girl and moved on. Tonight I had arranged to meet with an old friend of mine. My father held strict disapproval for him and he therefore had bewitched the grounds of Malfoy Manor from not allowing his feet to so much as enter. I waited impatiently. It was a cold night, the autumn air was crisp and the sky pin pointed with stars. I had waited impatiently for over an hour before I had heard it. It was nearing midnight. The soft growl that carried across the wind disheveled my demeanor and fear swelled up inside of me. I turned to leave, hoping that the Parkinson's did not keep any dangerous beasts on their property. My quick stride turned into a run and I found myself part of what I would soon find to be called the hunt.

I ran until I came to the small village on the side of the Parkinson Estate. Breathing deeply, I stopped to catch my breath behind the Inn. That's when they appeared four of them. Four of the undead. Startled, I turned as if to run to the Inn door, hoping that if I could just get to sanctuary that I would be safe. They were once again in front of me in the blink of an eye.

"Do not be afraid Luis," said the female, her pale face showing no emotion at all, "It will only hurt for a minute."

Once again, I made to run but this time I felt her icy hands on my shoulders. She spun me around before lowering her mouth onto my warm neck, piercing my skin with her sharp fangs and I felt my warm blood begin to run down my arms. My body soon turned cold, like hers only mine was an inch from death. All I could remember after this was voices, ones I would soon become familiar with. The woman's male counter parts and herself were arguing. Later it became known to me that they had not wanted her to turn me. She was always a strong one, my Alexandra.

Piercing her wrist with her own fangs, she held it to my mouth.

"Drink" she ordered and in my dazed and disheveled mind, I somehow knew what to do. Placing my lips over the wound on her hand, I drank until my body gave out.

Hermione store at the small black book feeling a mixture of surprise and sorrow filling her. This man, this "Luis". The fear inside him had been so real, so dark, so … indescribable and yet he had still been able to present it to her now. Over 400 years later and the fear had not lessened to even the reader. Hermione glanced at the clock on her bedside table. It was almost midnight. She felt sleep coming to her eyes and she placed the book under her pillow, turned off her lamp and fell to sleep.

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Many miles away, in a crypt hidden from both the magical and muggle worlds alike, something stirred. It pulled itself out of its bindings, which had now become weak and limp, raised the heavy cement lid that lay above it. Heaving itself out and standing tall, it pulled back the thick silver hair from its eyes and let out a soft growl.

It had awoken once more.

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Authors Note: Ok, this is chapter one and I think it turned out okay by all standards. I actually had the idea brewing in my mind for ages but I never got around to writing it until now. Initially I was going to make it that Hermione was out of school and yeah, a lot of different changes but I decided to stick with this.

Luis was originally going to be Lucas, but I've used that name in the future chapters of my other fic "Heirs: Aurora Snape" and didn't want anyone to get confused by it. If you've got time, then do me a huge favor, check it out and let me know what you think.

Also, please review and give me your honest opinion of this chapter, as it will help motivate me to write and also tell me just what I'm doing wrong. I know this chapter wasn't necessarily long and didn't have much of the actual Hogwarts trio, but I just needed to get the beginning of Luis's story out there. Besides, I thought it rather interesting. All questions and comments are welcome. Chapter two will be coming as soon as I get around to writing it, which is hopefully soon though I will be disappearing to Sydney for a few days in the meantime.

Bellatrix Black