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I sighed in ecstasy as I lowered the limp body from my mouth, looking down at my victim I could faintly see the expression of curiosity and fear on her face.
She had had the easy way out in this war, quick and relatively painless. Most people didn't have that luxury any more, this war had stopped that. Anyone caught by the Dark Lord was tortured before being allowed the release of death.
Yes, this 'Hermione' that I held in my arms was lucky, she hadn't suffered. Every one of my vampire kind knew that darkness would prevail before the Potter boy could get close to the Dark Lord. The war was lost for them. Now it was time for my kind to collect our spoils.
It wasn't so bad having to work for the mad man, at least in his 'good mood's'.
I sighed once more this time in sadness, unlike most of my kind I did care for the lost lives of the humans. They would die, it was inevitable. But it was not time to linger on such depressing thoughts, I had a human in my arms whose blood practically begged me to drink it.
I clamped my fangs back into the young woman's neck and drank.
Feeling particularly depressed but glad how this turned out.