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Prelude
It has been eight years since Voldemort and most of his followers died. A lot has changed since then. Narcissa filed for divorce against Lucius shortly after. Part of the reason was that Narcissa couldn't stand Lucius putting down muggleborns. True, Narcissa use to agree with him, but that was before a certain muggleborn saved her life, Hermione Granger. She wasn't as cold as she se to be. Draco didn't take the separation too well at first but grew used to it. After spending time with both his parents separately, Narcissa showed him that muggles deserved to be treated with kindness and dignity.
Hermione currently resided in the U.S. She decided to leave after a nasty breakup with Ron. When everyone found out, they were all disappointed. She couldn't handle the pressure of them pushing her to get back with him. Another reason was that she didn't like all the publicity. It made her uncomfortable and grew tired of everyone running up to her. She knew they had good intentions but it was too the point where she couldn't even leave her house. So, now here she is, living the muggle life. Maybe if she lived the muggle life, she would only have the problems of a muggle.
Not only that, but one night, she was walking home late after work, she was attacked. A vampire came up from behind her and bit her on her neck. It was so quick that she didn't have time to react. Then, as soon as it was done, it was over. She was left clutching her bleeding neck, looking around. 'What was the point of that?' She often asked herself. When she reached home, she came to find that her house had an intruder. It was quick, it was painless but she died. Thus, she is a vampire.
Surprisingly, she was coping very well. She learned to accept what she was. She was a bit different than your average vampire. She didn't feed on live humans that weren't willing. She drank out of blood bags mostly.
The brunette's personality has changed drastically as well. Maybe it was because of the war or her being a vampire but who knows. She was more quite and kept to herself until someone approached her. Rarely does she approach anyone.
The gorgeous Gryffindor had light brown hair with a hint of blond, fair skin, fit figure (muscular but not overly), dark brown eyes. Her body changed since the war. She was no longer a teenager but an adult.
Hermione was consumed with people at her job urging her to take a vacation. Okay, they more demanded than requested. They told her that she worked too hard and that she needed a break. With much reluctance, she agreed. She decided to take a cruise for a week.
She boarded on the ship and awaited the departure. She spent the first day walking around the ship. It was so huge that she still never saw everything. It had to be a record she thought to herself.
Hermione was at the edge of the ship, looking down ahead at the ocean, watching the waves crash against each other.
Hermione sensed something and looked around until her eyes fell on a familiar face. Hermione watched through the windows as the figure was inside walking. "Narcissa?" Hermione whispered.