The Lust for Blood
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story nor is there being any money made. I just enjoy sharing my darkness.
Chapter 1: Blood
Draco was walking down a hallway, on his way back to the Slytherin house when he heard a muffled scream, he ignored it the first time, but then he heard it again. He followed it, trying to find out where it was coming from, and he was determined to find out whom it was, finally he came to where it was the loudest. Draco had never been in this part of the school before; there were no classrooms, no offices, no anything, except for a single door, that's where it was coming from. He walked up to it, and entered, it was a dark room, he looked all around, then he heard it again, it startled him this time. Draco looked in the direction of it, and he saw a tall, dark figure, bent over a smaller shadowy one, "What are you doing?!" he yelled.
The taller figure looked up at him, Draco saw yellow cat-like eyes, he knew what it was now, it was a vampire. The figure vanished before his eyes, he ran over to the other person, it was a female, about his age, there were tears streaming from her eyes, and a wound from where the vampire bit her on the neck, dark red blood spilled out of the holes. The girl's robes were torn open and there were bruises all over her stomach and arms, she was unconscious at the moment, Draco thought it was probably from the pain. He walked up to her and closed the opening in her robes, to be polite, he reached behind her to pick her up and felt something wet, he took his hands out from behind her and his hands were covered in blood.
He stepped back from her unconscious body, he was startled, Draco had never had someone else's blood on his hands, ever since he watched Voldemort kill his father with his own hands, even though he was glad his father was dead, he was glad he never had to put up with the torturing spells his father had put him under, every time he saw blood it reminded him of that day, a sick feeling sat in his stomach. Draco stepped back toward the girl on the floor, he reached his arms behind her again, trying not to touch the source of the blood, he successfully picked up the limp body, and he walked out the door that was still ajar from when he had entered earlier.
Draco walked quickly through the hallways, there was a class in session so he knew no one would be there to slow him down, or to stop him. When he neared the entrance to Madame Pomfrey's office he slowed down, he pushed the door open, and called for the school's mediwitch. "Oh my!" she said, with a worried expression on her face, "Set her down on the bed," she said, as she half-ran half-walked over to the place of direction.
He approached the bed quickly, but carefully, he didn't want to hurt her further, and Draco set her down on the bed as carefully as he could. "Uhhhhm," she said as she was set down.
The bed soaked up her blood and quickly became drenched in the red liquid, he felt as if he was going to throw up. Her head rolled to the side, exposing the bite mark on the right part if her neck, "Oh dear, this is very bad," Pomfrey said, as she noticed it, "Where was she? She is hurt very badly. Did you do this?"
"No. I found her by following her screaming. Is she.a vampire?" he asked slowly. "Uh, I'm afraid so."
"Who is she?"
"I have never seen her before, she must be one of the new foreign exchange students." The mediwitch answered, as she was casting spells to close the girl's wounds.
Draco had not had a chance to get a good look at the girl until now, she had silverish-blonde hair, much like his own, hers was long, it was about butt length, it shined and glittered in the light of Madame Pomfrey's office. Her eyes were the most beautiful color green he had ever seen, they twinkled like stars, wait, her eyes? He then realized he was staring into the eyes of the now conscious girl, 'Uh, hi," she said, and managed a smile.
"Hello," he said back.
She reached up to her neck and felt the unhealed wound of the bite, the smile faded, she opened her mouth and pushed on her tooth, when she took it out, Draco saw that a new wound had been punctured into her finger. "What'd ya do that for?" Draco looked mildly confused.
"I wanted to see how sharp my teeth were now," she answered.
"Mr. Malfoy, you should be getting back to class now," Pomfrey interrupted.
"Yes, Ma'am," he said, and exited.
"Madame. Pomfrey?" The girl said after Draco had left the room.
"Yes, dear."
"Who was that boy?"
"His name is Draco Malfoy, not the friendly sort, well to the ones that aren't in the Slytherin house," The mediwitch answered, "So I advise you not to hang around with him, you wouldn't want to turn out like him."
Madame Pomfrey hadn't gotten a chance to heal the wounds before they closed up on their own, she was startled when she looked, they were healed as if they had never been there before, but she figured it was a vampire thing and didn't address it again, "You should be up and out of here soon, but I need to know your name, before you leave."
"Oh, yeah, my name is Echidna Hathor-Sakmet Keket Amunet Hemlock," she said and cracked a sarcastic smile.
"Okay, could you possibly write that down for me. over there," she pointed to a large red-brown leather bound book, "In that book."
She walked over to the oak desk and opened the old book. The first page was blank and there were no visible signs of torn out pages. She figured it was some foolish spell, she wrote down her unbearably long name in the beautiful book and walked back over to the bed where Madame Pomfrey stood casting cleaning spells on the blood-stained bed. "Here, put these robes on," Madame Pomfrey handed her some blood red robes for her to put on instead of her own ripped ones.
She got off the bed and pushed the ripped robes off her body, not caring if the mediwitch was looking, and quickly put the newly supplied robes on, and sat back down on the bed for a moment.
She got off of the bed and walked, casually out of the room, as if nothing this extreme had just happened, she turned around before she closed the door behind her, "Bye," she said, smiling.
"Harry?" Hermione said from the common room, "Harry, are you in there?"
"Yeah, 'Mione, I'm in here," Harry called from the boys' dormitory.
"We have to get to the Great Hall, they're sorting the new exchange students, and introducing the two new teachers," she told him.
"Okay, I'll tell Ron, you go ahead, we'll meet you there."
Hermione got up off the overstuffed couch and walked to the portrait hole, "Bye!" she called, and then left.
By the time Draco had gotten to his next class, it was over, and the students were leaving the room, 'Thank God,' he thought, 'I hate defense against the dark arts.'
Draco followed the rest of the children to the Great Hall, for the sorting ceremonies for the new exchange students. When they got there the hall was packed, the new students standing in the front of the room, waiting for the rest of the people to arrive, He took a look at the new students. many of them were girls, as a matter of fact there were only two boys, Draco did not see the vampire girl though. He sat down at the long table at the side of the room where the rest of the Slytherins sat, making comments about the new students. Then she walked in, she stood out from the room full of black robes, He didn't notice her at first, but her red robes caught his attention, she looked prettier standing and smiling, than she did lying in a bed soaked in her own blood, her hair glowed yellowish in the candlelight. "Welcome students," Dumbledore said as the last few students scurried into the room and sat down at their tables, "We are here to welcome the new children into the school, and to welcome our two new professors as well."
Professor McGonnagal walked up to the front of the room, carrying a list of the new students names. "Damien Dragonscale!" McGonnagal croaked, and a muscley boy with short spiky black hair walked up to the sorting hat and sat down on the small wooden stool.
McGonnagal lifted the hat and set it on Damien's head, he grinned anxiously, "Slytherin!" the hat shouted, all of the students at the Slytherin table cheered, welcoming a new student into their clique.
"Dawn Parkinson," the professor said, her voice drained of emotion. A girl with shoulder length light brown hair walked up to the hat and sat where she was directed, she smiled slightly and the hat was placed on her head, it pondered for a moment, not knowing whether to put her into Ravenclaw or Slytherin, she had qualities of both, "Ravenclaw!" it shouted.
The Ravenclaws cheered loudly, directing her to where she was supposed to sit, she walked over and sat with her new classmates, a large grin applied across her lips. "Echidna Hemlock," she said, reading the next off the list.
The vampire girl walked up to the hat and sat on the stool, she pressed her lips together and looked around the room, she saw Draco, he was looking at her, as was the rest of the children in the room, she smiled at him, and the hat was placed upon her head. 'So you like this boy don't you?' the hat said inside of her head (I'm a poet and I didn't even know it), 'Draco Malfoy is it?'
Moona was startled by the fact that the hat was talking to her inside her head, 'Uh, he's okay, I mean, he saved my life, well sort of,' she said to the hat after she recovered from the moment of shock.
'Do you want to be in Slytherin with him, you'll see him every day, although you have more qualities of a Gryffindor,' the hat told her
'Put me in the house that I will be best in, it is not who I am with, it is how I work with them,' she stated proudly.
'Oky doky, whatever you say ma'am.'
"Gryffindor!" the hat shouted.
The children sitting at the Gryffindor table stood up and cheered loudly, they were extremely happy to have someone new with them. She got up off the stool as soon as McGonnagal had removed the hat from her head. She walked gracefully over to the table where her new housemates sat; she sat between Harry and Ron, who greeted her as soon as she did so. "Hello," she said to them.
"Hi, I'm Hermione," she said, and smiled nicely.
The vampire girl smiled back and tossed her long blonde hair over he shoulder. "You're a cutie, what's your name?" she turned to Harry, she rested one arm on his shoulder, and she stroked his cheek gently with her long fingernail.
"Uh. Harry Potter," he said, his face demonstrating the different shades of red.
"'The Boy Who Lived,' right?" she grinned.
"Uh, yes, I believe that's it."
They could hear the introduction of new students in the back round, but ignored it. "How about, me and you go out some time, ya know, like a date?" she asked, still grinning.
Harry was attracted to her, she was very beautiful, and who could resist those eyes, he could read them easily, begging him to say yes without even twitching the slightest bit. "Um, okay," he said, giving in to himself.
"Okay, meet me in the common room, at say, 7 o'clock?" Moona was still smiling.
"Great it's a date," he sounded sure about it now.
"Okay," Hermione said, "enough of that, Echidna? Three questions, one: Favorite class, two: full name, and three: what country did you transfer from?"
"Potions, Echidna Hathor-Sakmet Keket Amunet Hemlock, 'the land of the free and the home of the brave,' and half Egyptian."
"'The land of the free and the home of the brave'?" Ron said, confused.
"The united states of America you twit!" she bonked him in the head with the heel of her hand.
"Hey! That hurt," he pouted.
"That whole thing is your name, isn't it?" Hermione asked, "It is a very unique one. it will be hard to think of a shorter name to call you."
"I like Echie or Amy.. I prefer Amy though."
"Okay.. Amy it is!"
"Potions wont be you favorite class for long, Professor Snape favor the Slytherins over the Gryffindors and his favorite pass time is removing points from us," Harry said.
"Did you say Professor Snape? Professor Severus Snape?" the vampire girl asked.
"Yes, it is Severus Snape, but I'm sure he would rather you calling him Professor Snape, since that's what the students are supposed to call him," Hermione said.
"He he," she giggled, "He's my uncle!"
"I don't think I like you anymore," Ron joked.
"Are you serious?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, totally and completely serious," she said, "Oh, yeah, and McGonnagal's my aunt."
"Are you serious?" Hermione said again.
"No, actually I'm not," she grinned.
"Ha ha ha," Hermione said, her voice dripping in sarcasm.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron didn't suspect at all that she was a vampire; she hoped that Draco wouldn't tell anyone; she didn't want people to be afraid of her. Suddenly, she felt an irresistible urge for blood, she looked over at Ron, at his skin, and saw a pale blue vein through his it, she thought of the absolute ecstasy she would be in as the hot blood poured down her throat, she was astonished by the control she had over her hunger, but this hunger still hurt, she could feel her icy pale skin tighten around her bones. "And now, to introduce our two new teachers, "Professor Jessica Lupin, and Professor Sirius Black," Dumbledore announced as the two professors emerged from the large door in the back of the room.
Most of the students turned to see, Professor Lupin came out first, she had long, auburn hair, and small freckles dotted across her nose and her cheeks, she looked considerable young to be a teacher, and she wasn't wearing a robe, she was wearing a periwinkle t-shirt that ended just above her belly button, and a long, tight skirt that laced up in the front, and also had a long slit up the side. "Can I smell a slut?" Hermione whispered to Ron, as the female professor glided down the middle of the room.
Then it was Professor Black's turn to enter, he was wearing black robes, as the professors and students were required, his hair was black, and his eyes were black, his hair was tousled and turned every which way, which reminded the Gryffindors of Harry. "Professor Lupin will be teaching defense against the dark arts, and Professor Black with be teaching Charms," Dumbledore paused, " as some of you already know, our former charms teacher, professor Flitwick has passed away," he stopped, and quickly dismissed the students, for a brief moment at their house common rooms, and then after that to their next classes.
Hermione, Ron, Harry, and the vampire girl arrived at the door to their house, "Here we are!" announced Hermione.
Ron and Harry blurted out the password. The door opened and they all entered. They all sat down among the other students, except Echidna. "I'll be right back," she said, as she walked past the other students and escaped into the silence of the dormitories.
All of her personal paraphernalia was already there, as she had been told, she opened her suitcase, and found packages of blood, ones that you would see at a hospital, from people who donated, she expected that it was from Madame Pomfrey, as is was. She ripped open one and downed it in a moment. She felt the heat burning down her throat, the taste was beautiful, it livened her, she no longer looked as if she was an inch from death, her skin was still pale, as it had been since "the accident," but it lifted off her bones and she no longer felt pain, her senses increased, she could now hear all of the students chattering about in the common room. The taste of blood was left on her tongue for a moment, she enjoyed that moment, she licked up the blood that had streamed down her face and left the room. She entered the common room and walked over to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, she sat down in an empty chair that was next to them. "Hello," she said, cheerfully, disguising her fang teeth with a flick of her finger.
"Hi again," Hermione said, she always seemed so cheerful, so upbeat, the vampire girl expected that there was rarely a moment that Hermione had been sad, or lonely.
All of the students had gotten up and exited the door, the trio and their new member following behind. They exited from the portrait hole and headed in the direction of their new class, which was potions.
Draco flew down the hall, as fast as his feet could go, he was late again, Snape had just started deducting five points from Slytherin at the beginning of every class, even in ones he wasn't in, he was so used to doing it. He rounded the corner and entered door to the potions class, everyone was in there, but class had not started yet, Draco was taken aback by this, Snape had rarely ever started class late. "Oh, look, a new member of the git guild!" Draco exclaimed as he walked past Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Moona.
The vampire girl looked at him, her eyes flashed a blood red color, and she bared her fangs for a moment, she now believed what Madame Pomfrey had said about Draco. "That's Draco Malfoy, the very unfriendly sort, he's only partially friendly to the Slytherins, wouldn't want to be a friend of his," Hermione said, informingly.
"He doesn't have any real friends," Ron said, cruelly, "Unless you count those terrible gits, Crabbe and Goyle, oh, and maybe all the thousands of girls he's slept with."
"What a jerk!" she said.
Snape walked into the room, quickly and quietly, but all of the students still knew when he did, they could sense the darkness, the room had always become dimmer, not a lot, but it did. "Hallo class," he said in unusually cheerful manner.
"I wonder who the unlucky girl is," Ron predicted quietly into Harry's ear.
"Today in class, we will be learning how to make a potion," he paused for a moment.
"What a surprise," Ron whispered.
"Enough of your sarcasm Ron," the cheerfulness drained from his face and voice, "Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor for your show of disrespect."
"Anyway, this potion will be a vampire killing one," he boomed.
The vampire girl looked up and any feeling of happiness faded, she was very nervous now, she was sweating buckets, but she still tried to act casual.
***10 minutes later (after they are finished making the potion)***
She picked up the glass of the finished potion, and hoped she had made the correct changes in it so it wouldn't hurt her, she downed the potion in one gulp, the disgusting taste filled her mouth, and burned down her throat, not the good burning sensation she gets while drinking blood, but a painful one. The liquid entered her stomach, and burned even more painfully now, it felt as if her insides were melting and forming into one big lump of molten steel, sitting in the bottom of an empty body, tears of blood spilled out from her eyes, and left a trail down her white cheeks. Ice came now, and coated the lump with ice, she touched her stomach, and could feel it through her skin, she wasn't sure what was happening, if she was going to die or not, then a sharp pain in the back, that felt like a gunshot knocked her unconscious. She could hear the stirring of students around her, she was definitely still alive, the constant chatter, she could hear the different voices, Harry, Hermione, and Ron's voices sounding worried and she could feel people touching her, Snape's voice, telling people to back away, then she heard Madame Pomfrey's voice. The student's voices faded away quickly after Pomfrey had come into the room. Moona felt the wounds inside of her healing, she felt the warmth of blood pouring down her throat, she knew now, that her uncle, Snape, knew she was a blood drinker. Slowly she gained consciousness again, dark crystals of dizziness clouded her vision still, but she could make out the shaded figures of Snape and Madame Pomfrey. She now felt rejuvenated, the blood had helped speed the natural process of healing the wounds, and she was completely healed now. She sat up and looked at them, "You should have told me, I would have excused you from the assignment," Snape snapped.
"It's not the kind of thing you just tell a person!" she shouted in her uncle's face.
"Miss Hemlock, please do calm down," the mediwitch pleaded.
"Now you're going to have to tell the whole school, 'watch out for Echidna Hemlock, she's a vampire, and she'll kill you if you get too close to her'?" she said sarcastically.
"Miss Hemlock, we will NOT tell the whole school, but we are going to have to tell the teachers, and we will have to make you promise not to cause harm to any of the students," Pomfrey said.
"I have control over myself, I hope you know, which I learned before was very unusual, I can control who I kill, who I drink from, and if I wanted to I could make anyone in this school a vampire, and you would live every day of your life not knowing, I am capable of snapping your neck in half with the tiniest press of my hand, do you think I like this?! Do you?" she said angrily, "Well if you think I do you are completely wrong, living forever, not being able to make any permanent friends, because I am forced to sit here and watch them all die? Do you think I like that?!" she yelled.
"Miss Hemlock-" Madame Pomfrey started.
"Answer me!" she boomed.
"No, Miss Hemlock, I do not think that you enjoy your life as a vampire."
Professor Snape stood in astonishment, he had never before seen his niece act like this, she stormed out of the classroom, passing all of the students waiting impatiently in the hallway, she ran as fast as she could up to the Gryffindor common room, which was very unusually fast, even for a vampire, which was extremely fast. She walked into the girls' dormitories, then fell down onto her bed, and wept tears of blood.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story nor is there being any money made. I just enjoy sharing my darkness.
Chapter 1: Blood
Draco was walking down a hallway, on his way back to the Slytherin house when he heard a muffled scream, he ignored it the first time, but then he heard it again. He followed it, trying to find out where it was coming from, and he was determined to find out whom it was, finally he came to where it was the loudest. Draco had never been in this part of the school before; there were no classrooms, no offices, no anything, except for a single door, that's where it was coming from. He walked up to it, and entered, it was a dark room, he looked all around, then he heard it again, it startled him this time. Draco looked in the direction of it, and he saw a tall, dark figure, bent over a smaller shadowy one, "What are you doing?!" he yelled.
The taller figure looked up at him, Draco saw yellow cat-like eyes, he knew what it was now, it was a vampire. The figure vanished before his eyes, he ran over to the other person, it was a female, about his age, there were tears streaming from her eyes, and a wound from where the vampire bit her on the neck, dark red blood spilled out of the holes. The girl's robes were torn open and there were bruises all over her stomach and arms, she was unconscious at the moment, Draco thought it was probably from the pain. He walked up to her and closed the opening in her robes, to be polite, he reached behind her to pick her up and felt something wet, he took his hands out from behind her and his hands were covered in blood.
He stepped back from her unconscious body, he was startled, Draco had never had someone else's blood on his hands, ever since he watched Voldemort kill his father with his own hands, even though he was glad his father was dead, he was glad he never had to put up with the torturing spells his father had put him under, every time he saw blood it reminded him of that day, a sick feeling sat in his stomach. Draco stepped back toward the girl on the floor, he reached his arms behind her again, trying not to touch the source of the blood, he successfully picked up the limp body, and he walked out the door that was still ajar from when he had entered earlier.
Draco walked quickly through the hallways, there was a class in session so he knew no one would be there to slow him down, or to stop him. When he neared the entrance to Madame Pomfrey's office he slowed down, he pushed the door open, and called for the school's mediwitch. "Oh my!" she said, with a worried expression on her face, "Set her down on the bed," she said, as she half-ran half-walked over to the place of direction.
He approached the bed quickly, but carefully, he didn't want to hurt her further, and Draco set her down on the bed as carefully as he could. "Uhhhhm," she said as she was set down.
The bed soaked up her blood and quickly became drenched in the red liquid, he felt as if he was going to throw up. Her head rolled to the side, exposing the bite mark on the right part if her neck, "Oh dear, this is very bad," Pomfrey said, as she noticed it, "Where was she? She is hurt very badly. Did you do this?"
"No. I found her by following her screaming. Is she.a vampire?" he asked slowly. "Uh, I'm afraid so."
"Who is she?"
"I have never seen her before, she must be one of the new foreign exchange students." The mediwitch answered, as she was casting spells to close the girl's wounds.
Draco had not had a chance to get a good look at the girl until now, she had silverish-blonde hair, much like his own, hers was long, it was about butt length, it shined and glittered in the light of Madame Pomfrey's office. Her eyes were the most beautiful color green he had ever seen, they twinkled like stars, wait, her eyes? He then realized he was staring into the eyes of the now conscious girl, 'Uh, hi," she said, and managed a smile.
"Hello," he said back.
She reached up to her neck and felt the unhealed wound of the bite, the smile faded, she opened her mouth and pushed on her tooth, when she took it out, Draco saw that a new wound had been punctured into her finger. "What'd ya do that for?" Draco looked mildly confused.
"I wanted to see how sharp my teeth were now," she answered.
"Mr. Malfoy, you should be getting back to class now," Pomfrey interrupted.
"Yes, Ma'am," he said, and exited.
"Madame. Pomfrey?" The girl said after Draco had left the room.
"Yes, dear."
"Who was that boy?"
"His name is Draco Malfoy, not the friendly sort, well to the ones that aren't in the Slytherin house," The mediwitch answered, "So I advise you not to hang around with him, you wouldn't want to turn out like him."
Madame Pomfrey hadn't gotten a chance to heal the wounds before they closed up on their own, she was startled when she looked, they were healed as if they had never been there before, but she figured it was a vampire thing and didn't address it again, "You should be up and out of here soon, but I need to know your name, before you leave."
"Oh, yeah, my name is Echidna Hathor-Sakmet Keket Amunet Hemlock," she said and cracked a sarcastic smile.
"Okay, could you possibly write that down for me. over there," she pointed to a large red-brown leather bound book, "In that book."
She walked over to the oak desk and opened the old book. The first page was blank and there were no visible signs of torn out pages. She figured it was some foolish spell, she wrote down her unbearably long name in the beautiful book and walked back over to the bed where Madame Pomfrey stood casting cleaning spells on the blood-stained bed. "Here, put these robes on," Madame Pomfrey handed her some blood red robes for her to put on instead of her own ripped ones.
She got off the bed and pushed the ripped robes off her body, not caring if the mediwitch was looking, and quickly put the newly supplied robes on, and sat back down on the bed for a moment.
She got off of the bed and walked, casually out of the room, as if nothing this extreme had just happened, she turned around before she closed the door behind her, "Bye," she said, smiling.
"Harry?" Hermione said from the common room, "Harry, are you in there?"
"Yeah, 'Mione, I'm in here," Harry called from the boys' dormitory.
"We have to get to the Great Hall, they're sorting the new exchange students, and introducing the two new teachers," she told him.
"Okay, I'll tell Ron, you go ahead, we'll meet you there."
Hermione got up off the overstuffed couch and walked to the portrait hole, "Bye!" she called, and then left.
By the time Draco had gotten to his next class, it was over, and the students were leaving the room, 'Thank God,' he thought, 'I hate defense against the dark arts.'
Draco followed the rest of the children to the Great Hall, for the sorting ceremonies for the new exchange students. When they got there the hall was packed, the new students standing in the front of the room, waiting for the rest of the people to arrive, He took a look at the new students. many of them were girls, as a matter of fact there were only two boys, Draco did not see the vampire girl though. He sat down at the long table at the side of the room where the rest of the Slytherins sat, making comments about the new students. Then she walked in, she stood out from the room full of black robes, He didn't notice her at first, but her red robes caught his attention, she looked prettier standing and smiling, than she did lying in a bed soaked in her own blood, her hair glowed yellowish in the candlelight. "Welcome students," Dumbledore said as the last few students scurried into the room and sat down at their tables, "We are here to welcome the new children into the school, and to welcome our two new professors as well."
Professor McGonnagal walked up to the front of the room, carrying a list of the new students names. "Damien Dragonscale!" McGonnagal croaked, and a muscley boy with short spiky black hair walked up to the sorting hat and sat down on the small wooden stool.
McGonnagal lifted the hat and set it on Damien's head, he grinned anxiously, "Slytherin!" the hat shouted, all of the students at the Slytherin table cheered, welcoming a new student into their clique.
"Dawn Parkinson," the professor said, her voice drained of emotion. A girl with shoulder length light brown hair walked up to the hat and sat where she was directed, she smiled slightly and the hat was placed on her head, it pondered for a moment, not knowing whether to put her into Ravenclaw or Slytherin, she had qualities of both, "Ravenclaw!" it shouted.
The Ravenclaws cheered loudly, directing her to where she was supposed to sit, she walked over and sat with her new classmates, a large grin applied across her lips. "Echidna Hemlock," she said, reading the next off the list.
The vampire girl walked up to the hat and sat on the stool, she pressed her lips together and looked around the room, she saw Draco, he was looking at her, as was the rest of the children in the room, she smiled at him, and the hat was placed upon her head. 'So you like this boy don't you?' the hat said inside of her head (I'm a poet and I didn't even know it), 'Draco Malfoy is it?'
Moona was startled by the fact that the hat was talking to her inside her head, 'Uh, he's okay, I mean, he saved my life, well sort of,' she said to the hat after she recovered from the moment of shock.
'Do you want to be in Slytherin with him, you'll see him every day, although you have more qualities of a Gryffindor,' the hat told her
'Put me in the house that I will be best in, it is not who I am with, it is how I work with them,' she stated proudly.
'Oky doky, whatever you say ma'am.'
"Gryffindor!" the hat shouted.
The children sitting at the Gryffindor table stood up and cheered loudly, they were extremely happy to have someone new with them. She got up off the stool as soon as McGonnagal had removed the hat from her head. She walked gracefully over to the table where her new housemates sat; she sat between Harry and Ron, who greeted her as soon as she did so. "Hello," she said to them.
"Hi, I'm Hermione," she said, and smiled nicely.
The vampire girl smiled back and tossed her long blonde hair over he shoulder. "You're a cutie, what's your name?" she turned to Harry, she rested one arm on his shoulder, and she stroked his cheek gently with her long fingernail.
"Uh. Harry Potter," he said, his face demonstrating the different shades of red.
"'The Boy Who Lived,' right?" she grinned.
"Uh, yes, I believe that's it."
They could hear the introduction of new students in the back round, but ignored it. "How about, me and you go out some time, ya know, like a date?" she asked, still grinning.
Harry was attracted to her, she was very beautiful, and who could resist those eyes, he could read them easily, begging him to say yes without even twitching the slightest bit. "Um, okay," he said, giving in to himself.
"Okay, meet me in the common room, at say, 7 o'clock?" Moona was still smiling.
"Great it's a date," he sounded sure about it now.
"Okay," Hermione said, "enough of that, Echidna? Three questions, one: Favorite class, two: full name, and three: what country did you transfer from?"
"Potions, Echidna Hathor-Sakmet Keket Amunet Hemlock, 'the land of the free and the home of the brave,' and half Egyptian."
"'The land of the free and the home of the brave'?" Ron said, confused.
"The united states of America you twit!" she bonked him in the head with the heel of her hand.
"Hey! That hurt," he pouted.
"That whole thing is your name, isn't it?" Hermione asked, "It is a very unique one. it will be hard to think of a shorter name to call you."
"I like Echie or Amy.. I prefer Amy though."
"Okay.. Amy it is!"
"Potions wont be you favorite class for long, Professor Snape favor the Slytherins over the Gryffindors and his favorite pass time is removing points from us," Harry said.
"Did you say Professor Snape? Professor Severus Snape?" the vampire girl asked.
"Yes, it is Severus Snape, but I'm sure he would rather you calling him Professor Snape, since that's what the students are supposed to call him," Hermione said.
"He he," she giggled, "He's my uncle!"
"I don't think I like you anymore," Ron joked.
"Are you serious?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, totally and completely serious," she said, "Oh, yeah, and McGonnagal's my aunt."
"Are you serious?" Hermione said again.
"No, actually I'm not," she grinned.
"Ha ha ha," Hermione said, her voice dripping in sarcasm.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron didn't suspect at all that she was a vampire; she hoped that Draco wouldn't tell anyone; she didn't want people to be afraid of her. Suddenly, she felt an irresistible urge for blood, she looked over at Ron, at his skin, and saw a pale blue vein through his it, she thought of the absolute ecstasy she would be in as the hot blood poured down her throat, she was astonished by the control she had over her hunger, but this hunger still hurt, she could feel her icy pale skin tighten around her bones. "And now, to introduce our two new teachers, "Professor Jessica Lupin, and Professor Sirius Black," Dumbledore announced as the two professors emerged from the large door in the back of the room.
Most of the students turned to see, Professor Lupin came out first, she had long, auburn hair, and small freckles dotted across her nose and her cheeks, she looked considerable young to be a teacher, and she wasn't wearing a robe, she was wearing a periwinkle t-shirt that ended just above her belly button, and a long, tight skirt that laced up in the front, and also had a long slit up the side. "Can I smell a slut?" Hermione whispered to Ron, as the female professor glided down the middle of the room.
Then it was Professor Black's turn to enter, he was wearing black robes, as the professors and students were required, his hair was black, and his eyes were black, his hair was tousled and turned every which way, which reminded the Gryffindors of Harry. "Professor Lupin will be teaching defense against the dark arts, and Professor Black with be teaching Charms," Dumbledore paused, " as some of you already know, our former charms teacher, professor Flitwick has passed away," he stopped, and quickly dismissed the students, for a brief moment at their house common rooms, and then after that to their next classes.
Hermione, Ron, Harry, and the vampire girl arrived at the door to their house, "Here we are!" announced Hermione.
Ron and Harry blurted out the password. The door opened and they all entered. They all sat down among the other students, except Echidna. "I'll be right back," she said, as she walked past the other students and escaped into the silence of the dormitories.
All of her personal paraphernalia was already there, as she had been told, she opened her suitcase, and found packages of blood, ones that you would see at a hospital, from people who donated, she expected that it was from Madame Pomfrey, as is was. She ripped open one and downed it in a moment. She felt the heat burning down her throat, the taste was beautiful, it livened her, she no longer looked as if she was an inch from death, her skin was still pale, as it had been since "the accident," but it lifted off her bones and she no longer felt pain, her senses increased, she could now hear all of the students chattering about in the common room. The taste of blood was left on her tongue for a moment, she enjoyed that moment, she licked up the blood that had streamed down her face and left the room. She entered the common room and walked over to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, she sat down in an empty chair that was next to them. "Hello," she said, cheerfully, disguising her fang teeth with a flick of her finger.
"Hi again," Hermione said, she always seemed so cheerful, so upbeat, the vampire girl expected that there was rarely a moment that Hermione had been sad, or lonely.
All of the students had gotten up and exited the door, the trio and their new member following behind. They exited from the portrait hole and headed in the direction of their new class, which was potions.
Draco flew down the hall, as fast as his feet could go, he was late again, Snape had just started deducting five points from Slytherin at the beginning of every class, even in ones he wasn't in, he was so used to doing it. He rounded the corner and entered door to the potions class, everyone was in there, but class had not started yet, Draco was taken aback by this, Snape had rarely ever started class late. "Oh, look, a new member of the git guild!" Draco exclaimed as he walked past Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Moona.
The vampire girl looked at him, her eyes flashed a blood red color, and she bared her fangs for a moment, she now believed what Madame Pomfrey had said about Draco. "That's Draco Malfoy, the very unfriendly sort, he's only partially friendly to the Slytherins, wouldn't want to be a friend of his," Hermione said, informingly.
"He doesn't have any real friends," Ron said, cruelly, "Unless you count those terrible gits, Crabbe and Goyle, oh, and maybe all the thousands of girls he's slept with."
"What a jerk!" she said.
Snape walked into the room, quickly and quietly, but all of the students still knew when he did, they could sense the darkness, the room had always become dimmer, not a lot, but it did. "Hallo class," he said in unusually cheerful manner.
"I wonder who the unlucky girl is," Ron predicted quietly into Harry's ear.
"Today in class, we will be learning how to make a potion," he paused for a moment.
"What a surprise," Ron whispered.
"Enough of your sarcasm Ron," the cheerfulness drained from his face and voice, "Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor for your show of disrespect."
"Anyway, this potion will be a vampire killing one," he boomed.
The vampire girl looked up and any feeling of happiness faded, she was very nervous now, she was sweating buckets, but she still tried to act casual.
***10 minutes later (after they are finished making the potion)***
She picked up the glass of the finished potion, and hoped she had made the correct changes in it so it wouldn't hurt her, she downed the potion in one gulp, the disgusting taste filled her mouth, and burned down her throat, not the good burning sensation she gets while drinking blood, but a painful one. The liquid entered her stomach, and burned even more painfully now, it felt as if her insides were melting and forming into one big lump of molten steel, sitting in the bottom of an empty body, tears of blood spilled out from her eyes, and left a trail down her white cheeks. Ice came now, and coated the lump with ice, she touched her stomach, and could feel it through her skin, she wasn't sure what was happening, if she was going to die or not, then a sharp pain in the back, that felt like a gunshot knocked her unconscious. She could hear the stirring of students around her, she was definitely still alive, the constant chatter, she could hear the different voices, Harry, Hermione, and Ron's voices sounding worried and she could feel people touching her, Snape's voice, telling people to back away, then she heard Madame Pomfrey's voice. The student's voices faded away quickly after Pomfrey had come into the room. Moona felt the wounds inside of her healing, she felt the warmth of blood pouring down her throat, she knew now, that her uncle, Snape, knew she was a blood drinker. Slowly she gained consciousness again, dark crystals of dizziness clouded her vision still, but she could make out the shaded figures of Snape and Madame Pomfrey. She now felt rejuvenated, the blood had helped speed the natural process of healing the wounds, and she was completely healed now. She sat up and looked at them, "You should have told me, I would have excused you from the assignment," Snape snapped.
"It's not the kind of thing you just tell a person!" she shouted in her uncle's face.
"Miss Hemlock, please do calm down," the mediwitch pleaded.
"Now you're going to have to tell the whole school, 'watch out for Echidna Hemlock, she's a vampire, and she'll kill you if you get too close to her'?" she said sarcastically.
"Miss Hemlock, we will NOT tell the whole school, but we are going to have to tell the teachers, and we will have to make you promise not to cause harm to any of the students," Pomfrey said.
"I have control over myself, I hope you know, which I learned before was very unusual, I can control who I kill, who I drink from, and if I wanted to I could make anyone in this school a vampire, and you would live every day of your life not knowing, I am capable of snapping your neck in half with the tiniest press of my hand, do you think I like this?! Do you?" she said angrily, "Well if you think I do you are completely wrong, living forever, not being able to make any permanent friends, because I am forced to sit here and watch them all die? Do you think I like that?!" she yelled.
"Miss Hemlock-" Madame Pomfrey started.
"Answer me!" she boomed.
"No, Miss Hemlock, I do not think that you enjoy your life as a vampire."
Professor Snape stood in astonishment, he had never before seen his niece act like this, she stormed out of the classroom, passing all of the students waiting impatiently in the hallway, she ran as fast as she could up to the Gryffindor common room, which was very unusually fast, even for a vampire, which was extremely fast. She walked into the girls' dormitories, then fell down onto her bed, and wept tears of blood.