Summary:

The wizarding war may be over but that did not ensure the end of excitement in out favourite heroine's life. Or rather, second life. Death? At the end of the final battle Hermione Granger is attacked. By a vampire. What will ensue?

This will be a Harry Potter/Twilight crossover with Hermione as the main character. It will keep quite well to the Harry Potter event sequence but Twilight is going to change with Jasper being part of the Volturi (never having been with the Cullens or met Alice), Alice having a different mate and Edward/Bella never having Renesmee. All of these facts are for if I continue. I do plan to, I hope that I will have enough time to write what I want to :-)

Disclaimer:
I do not, nor will I ever own the rights to Harry Potter or Twilight. If I did, they would most likely have been combined and turned out quite differently.

Metamorphosis

Chapter 1

(Hermione's P.O.V.)

Pain. Mind numbing, excruciating, convulsive torture. I felt as though every nerve ending within my body had been lit on fire while every bone and tendon had morphed into tongues of flame and my blood was ablaze with the power of the venom trickling slowly and gently throughout my scarred body.

As the rest of the wizarding world celebrated the end of the war in which Harry managed to finish off Tom Riddle for good after he, Ron and I had located and destroyed all of the horcruxes, I was still part of a war.

Only this one was within me.

While it was hoped that the light side would win the wizarding war, it had been no certainty and loss had seemed excruciatingly near too many times to count. The internal war that included my body valiantly fighting against the foreign venom which flooded my system, had one, certain outcome from the very beginning.

I was becoming a vampire - whether I liked the fact or not.

Whilst trying to distract myself to the best of my ability from the suffering that I was experiencing, I tried to recall what events had occurred that ended with me in the less-than-desirable situation.

Harry and Voldemort were locked in an intense battle while the surrounding people look on with baited breath as to the outcome. Several death eaters were trying to get to where their lord was, to aid him in defeating The-Boy-Who-Lived. They seemed to be making no progress and appeared evenly matched. In spite of this, you could see the wearisome look in Harry's eyes as he faced the most evil wizard of the century.

I was distracted from the duel when Fenrir Greyback made an attempt at catching me unawares. The reason evades me as to why he had such a passionate want for me but some of the order believed that it stemmed from the fact that he was unable to finish what he started in Malfoy Manor.

He attacked me from the left and I reflexively cast a stunner as well as a body-bind hoping that while blocking one he would be too distracted to notice the stealthily sent petrificus totalus. He managed to handle both just fine, unfortunately.

We exchanged an array of curses, jinx, charms and hexes and just when I saw his hand twitch which indicated the imminent arrival of an unforgivable, I made my final moves. Launching a stupefy and furnunculus in quick succession succeeded in making him miss the latter hex and therefore end in his face breaking out in several large puss filled boils which prevented him from seeing. From there I had an easy kill, sending Snape's special of sectumsempra. He was a goner.

After defeating Greyback, with feelings of pure elation - I mean, not that I enjoy killing or anything, in fact I try not to whenever possible, but that man committed so many unthinkable crimes in his life that me ending his terror so quickly was truly showing him a mercy along with saving so many people potential victims that I felt no remorse for my crime – I turned back to the main show.

They were still locked in an intense dual. I thought it was nice of them, waiting for me until they made it more interesting.

After about thirty long, anxiety filled seconds, Neville - decked out in knitwear, might I add - beheaded Nagini, thus destroying the last horcrux. The untimely loss of his slimy friend caused just the distraction needed for Harry to finally end the long winded battle. With one wand flick and two words Voldemort was dead.

Silence

Silence reigned as everyone took in what had just happened. Then, seemingly as one, people started cheering and hugging loved ones. Death eaters fled once they realised that their leader had fallen and feelings of pure ecstasy and elation spread through the remaining crowd. In spite of the loses, people were celebrating.

Harry was just turning to face me while Ron ran in our direction. We had done it. Everything had seemed too good to be true in that moment.

I suppose it was.

Just as I was turning to see Ron more fully, something pounced on me. The thing - and that was all I could tell, it was too quick for me to decipher what the creature was – pounced on top of me and bit my wrist.

Ah, a vampire. Lovely.

As it started to slurp my life force out of me, Bill (whom I hadn't noticed until that moment), Harry and Ron all fired curses at the being. I think that it must have been Bill who sent the Relashio which forced the beautiful creature off me.

After that all I saw was a spinning blur of green, brown and grey descend on me while the voices slurred into one low buzz. The venom was spreading. It was too late for being saved.

Once that delightful memory was over, I found myself in the painful nothingness between the living and the undead. There was no sense of time or place or any other familiar thing. Just nothingness. And pain, don't forget the pain.

Slowly my heart started to fail and the venom appeared to be winning. As the torturing feeling started to recede I became slightly more aware of my surroundings. I had been strapped to what I assumed was a bed, while a number of people talked in hushed tones outside the room. Hurriedly, I opened my eyes to survey the sight before me, but what I found was nothing fancy. I hadn't seen the room before at Hogwarts, so I guessed that the room of requirement was in use and had constructed an antechamber for visitors and medical professionals to be kept safe from the new vampire.

As soon as someone noticed that I was, in fact conscious, the door across from the bed I was restricted in opened and three figures entered the room, each with worrisome expressions.

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Revised: 9/2/2013, Reviews and constructive criticism welcomed –VineNight