Author's Note: This is a longish piece that contains some rather detailed smut combining one Hermione Granger with another Bella Swan. That's right... FEMMESLASH. (My favorite! Yum!) Rated M for a reason... But don't worry.. It's romantic.
QUICK INFO: This takes place after the first Twilight book. Edward couldn't bring himself to suck the venom out of Bella after James bit her, and so Bella turned slowly (and painfully) into a vampire. Tortured by his inability to save her, Edward left Forks and lost contact with the Cullens. Bella was driven insane her transformation and her hunger + newfound immortality. Carlisle, Emmett and Jasper escort Bella to the Lincoln rehabilitation sanctuary in England. She is rehabilitated by a pair of Tranquils (half wizard, half vampire) named Winchester and Richmond. Ten months have gone by in this clinic and Bella has had little progress in controlling urges to feed on humans.
This also takes place a year after the 7th Harry Potter book. Hermione and Ron have broken up and Ron is with Pavarti. Harry is happy with Ginny. They are all still friends but Hermione and Harry work for thew new Ministry of Magic as Aurors, working to collect magical creatures and relocate them out of the way of muggles.
Bella is basically 17 (though she is a vampire). Hermione and Harry are both 18.
FANFIC ON! :D
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Chapter 1:
Bella looked through the heavily tinted window of her room and out at the lush, sweeping garden beyond the sanctuary. The late afternoon sun reflected off of the pond and sparkled in an all-too-familiar way. It reminded her of Edward Cullen and the way his skin twinkled like shattered diamonds in that meadow in Forks. In the past, this thought would have made her swoon. But now the memory seemed so distant and unwelcome. When she thought about Edward, she frowned. As a human, he had captivated her. But as a vampire...She saw him as a weak. Almost pathetic. Often, she found herself wondering why she had been meant to meet him. But lately she'd began entertaining the fact that he was only meant to start the series of catastrophic, life altering events that had happened to her over the last year. These very events had led to her transition from human to vampire, and simultaneously... Her death. She had died because Edward Cullen was a coward. And as invigorated as she felt now, she couldn't forgive him of his weakness. She had an eternity to hate him for it too.
The would be 17-year-old girl stirred her glass full of thick pig's blood with the stripped straw sticking out of it. She removed the plastic tube and licked it clean and then drank directly from the glass, letting the viccous liquid stain mouth. She let the blood pool in the dip of her bottom lip, and then slowly, savoring every drop, she licked it off with the tip of her tongue. Energy was bubbling beneath her skin. It had been ten months since the male Cullens (save for Edward, of course) had brought her to the sanctuary. It was a large building of five stories, but currently, only she and two others inhabitated it. Winchester and Richmond were brothers in the same way the Cullens were family- both of the men were vampires, but neither actually related. However, unlike the Cullens, the men were not fully vampire. Instead, they were only half vampire, and the other half wizard. The concept had perplexed Bella when she arrived, but she'd quickly caught on. There was another world she had been unaware of- a wizarding world. Winchester and Richmond had been children of one vampire parent each, and one wizard or witch parent. That made them physically weaker than Bella, but intune with something much stronger than anything the Cullens had to offer. Magic.
"It's a curious thing to me as well," Winchester had told her one morning as they sat in the chapel room floor and prepared for meditations. "Being half vampire bars Richmond and I from practicing magic with wands, but we still have a keene intellect for spells and charms. The sanctuary itself has a concealment charm on it to hide it from muggles. Richmond concocted it."
Muggles, Bella learned, was a word that Winchester and his brother used to refer to mortals, or normal humans. She learned quite a few things from the two in the past three months, and without the ability to rest, she was unable to sleep on her knew knowledge. Instead, she spent the majority of each day in instrospective thought, reflecting on her situation. Carlisle had sent her a letter (containing strict orders to destroy it after she'd read it) explaining that her parents had been made to believe that she had been murdered. Not only that, but her body had been mutilated in such a manner that the funeral had been strictly closed casket. Bella Swan had been buried in Forks Washington, and that was the end of that.
Aside from that letter, she'd had no contact with the outside world. None of the others Cullens had bothered to visit her or write, not even Alice. Bella was utterly alone.
Winchester came into her room as she was finishing her meal and sat on the edge of her unused bed. "Good afternoon Bella Swan," he said. "I sense some sadness in you."
Winchester had the ability to sense other's emotions. However, unlike Jasper Cullen, he had no affect over them. Only half-vampire, Winchester's power was much less useful. Interesting, perhaps, but almost completely useless. He was a nice guy though. Tall, muscular, with a head full of thick red hair and a thick red beard. Being half vampire, half wizard, made him tranquil and his relaxed demeanor reflected that. He had no need to hunt. He needed blood as sustenance, but he had it ordered in from butchers and that's what Bella was given as well.
"Sometimes I think about my family," Bella said to him, and sat the empty glass on the bedside table. She practically floated across the floor to the other window, as her room was a corner room and she had two different views of the garden, and looked out at the rest of the pond, and the sweep of trees beyond the property. This forest provided a complete border to the sanctuary, and was chock full of wildlife. Bella would often watch deer creep in and out of the treeline for hours. When she was full of pig's blood and not tempted to attack or lose her mind, she would go outside into the garden and listen to the deer's heart beating in its chest. She would stand by the rose bushes and let the sun reflect off of her arms and cheeks. The Tranquils had given her white linen pants to wear, and a white linen shirt to match, with wooden sandles. The fabric was light and would ripple in the breeze.
"You shouldn't trouble yourself with that," her friend told her and got up to stand by her at the window. "You know that your family has accepted that your human life is over. And so you must do the same." He put one hand on her elbow and said, "Please accompany me outdoors. I want to show you the new blooms." He had an odd fascination with gardening. She didn't understand how he could spend so much time tending for things that would eventually die. But then, all they had was time, and so it was not a waste.
The sun was mild. It was early March and the temperature was very pleasant. It hadn't rained in a day or so and Bella was expecting it to do so soon. It rained a lot in England. It had rained 75% of the time since she'd arrived there.
Richmond was meditating beneath the apple trees. He sparkled very lightly, half as gorgeous as Bella's own radiance, but it still would have been breathtaking to any human who'd witnessed it. He had his legs crossed easily and his eyes closed. His power was a sort of clairavoyance, and he could sense us as we approached. He opened one eye and then the other. "Good afternoon to you both," he said and nodded curtly. "It's a wonderful day to be undead."
Richmond was thinner, more wirey than his companion. He wasn't as tall or as muscular, but he still looked like he could hold his own. He spent a great majority of his time either meditating or working on potions in his study. He scribbled the recipes to his concotions in a small brown notebook that he kept in the pocket of his pants. He wore the same time of outfit as Bella and Winchester wore, except without the shoes. He claimed to feel more in control without them on. Bella preferred to wear shoes, perhaps retaining the same hygenic mindset as she had in life. Even still, she really missed her tennis shoes.
"Hello," she said and looked up at the apple blossoms covering the branches of the trees above them. "They're so beautiful."
"Aren't they?" Winchester replied and reached up to brush the petals of one blossom with his thumb. "Beautiful and fragile."
"Would either of you like to join me for some meditation?" Richmond asked.
"I may," Winchester said, "As soon as I tend to all my horiculture duties." He dissapeared under the trees, toward the lake, where he'd planted a bed of ferns.
"How about you Bella Swan?" Richmond looked at her with completely black irises. He and Winchester had constantly black irises, a result of their mixed breeding.
Bella sat down in the grass beside the Tranquil and crossed her legs. She looked down at her arms laying on her legs, sparkling as if she had shattered glass sprinkled on her skin. She couldn't get used to how beautiful it was. Sometimes she would get so used to living there at the sanctuary, she would forget about being a vampire.. But the sunlight on her skin would instantly remind her.
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