The Last Hope
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MA warning , contains mature content including Language , violence and sexual content and intended to be read by adults.
Additional warning, if you have not read or watched either series then this fan fiction will contain spoilers.
Everyone was dead , the wizerding world had lost any hope it had when Harry potter died. The light side fell not putting up much of a fight. But there was always Hermione Granger right? but the wizerding world would never put there hope in a muggle born witch. Hermione fights her way from the battle field unlocking a family secret. Delving in to the dark arts fight back, she finds out about a power rising in a small town in america, filled witht the supernatural. Will she able find the power to defet the dark lord. Why are the vampires drawn to her? Who are the Originals .
The dates will be changed so that it matches up with the dates for the start of the the vampire diaries.
It was the final battle when all hope died for the light side , that was when people stopped believing that the light could beat the darkness because it was in that battle that everything went wrong. Harry Potter the saviour of the wizarding world, the chosen one was dead and this time he wasn't coming back, how could he when his head was on a spike whist Hagrid carried his mutilated body. Yeah that was the day hope died in the wizarding world. Because it didn't matter that Voldemort was finally mortal, after Neville killed the snake and the final horcrux getting killed for it painfully, no it didn't matter because as soon Harry potter's corpse was brought to the entrance hall of Hogwarts the light side had lost all hope and that was what killed them. The Weasleys died fighting as a broken family as they knew they would have to , Ginny Weasley lost without the love of her life died taking a curse for her brother Percy only for him to die seconds later ,the last Weasley twin choosing not to go on without his brother or any hope for his family died to save a first year , Molly and Arthur Weasley died at the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange fortunately killing her in the process , Bill Weasley died when Grey back came to finish the job, Charlie Weasley died when a troll tore him into two and last but by no means the least Ronald Bilias Weasley died when he tried to save the love of his life Hermione Granger from Grey back only for him to be eaten alive in front of her.
It didn't take as long as it should have for the light side to lose the death eaters took anyone that they could, boys for manual labour girls to rape. They killed Luna Lovegood for being mad no one wanted that gene to be passed down to any children and Neville died for killing the snake. Dean Thomas died protecting his boyfriend Seamus who was killed moments later. And one by one the light side fell and the hope that the wizarding world put on the shoulders of a seventeen-year-old boy died.
The death eaters celebrated as they stood in the broken castle most of them called home at one point in their lives, they burned the bodies of their dead in respect but hung those of the light side's corpses from the battlements as a warning to all those who would seek out revenge. In the main hall they strung up Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley's corpses two parts of the golden trio it was only then that they figured out something was missing the third part the Mudblood girl Hermione Granger.
Hermione Granger was an underestimated witch, most did not see past her appearance, the bushy hair the buck teeth or they only saw her reputation as a bookworm because if they did they would have seen the power that ran through her veins, they would have seen how she blocked most of her power because Dumbledore was afraid of what she would do with it. If they would have seen that they wouldn't have let Bellatrix torture her because when she did it made a crack in a seal that started to unleash that power, by witnessing the brutal murders of everyone she loved it gave her the motivation to use it and to no longer care about who she hurt. When Hermione witnessed the death of the love of her life that dam of power broke, making all those in the area fall to the floor dead but unknown to her that when she killed for the first time she unlocked something ancient in her bloodstream that would change her life forever.
Using her new-found strength, she fought her way out of the castle killing Fenrir Grey back as she did when he attacked her, smelling that she was a she-wolf.
For the dark side it was only when they went looking for the corpse of the Mudblood did they find the trail of fresh corpses that showed Hermione Granger had escaped and then when Voldemort felt the power that she had released he finally stopped underestimating Hermione Granger because he had felt her power and witnessed that she was not afraid to kill anyone. The dark lord had just realised that the Mudblood would be the real challenge giving the death eaters a new target and the light side had a new saviour. But the hope that was there before was gone because the wizarding world did not trust a muggle born witch to save them because like the rest of her life Hermione Granger was underestimated because of her blood.
When Hermione ran, as fast as she could into the forbidden forest. She didn't know if they were still behind her or not; she didn't want to find out. Her wounds left a blood trail, droplets of crimson falling to the ground . She hoped the rain would wash it away, hide it in the wet earth, conceal her path. She came upon another of her fallen friends their laid half eaten was Hagrid the friendly half giant it looked as though the spiders that he loved wholeheartedly had killed him, shaking her head she continues further in to the forest knowing that she cannot stop to grieve yet, not until till she escapes Hogwarts and gets somewhere safe. She secures her beaded bag, the one she has everything that she would need to survive in, and her wand, the one that use to belong to Bellatrix, and apparats to the first place she can think of.
She landed in a field somewhere in the middle of nowhere to anyone else but to her it is somewhere she use to play as a child it borders on a large forest that she used as one of her locations whilst on the run .The Edge of woodland, slopes down gently to bramble filled ditch, ditch overgrown with cow parsley and nettles, bare patches, thick lush dew laden grass, cowslip with its broad yellow flowers trumpeting the music of spring, Dandelions, Ragwort, scattered clusters of rabbit droppings, hawthorn hedge, five bar gate, brook half choked with weeds, purple thistle, bumble bee, rutted track, cow pats, clump of figwort the place was silvered and transformed by the light of the moon, which, at the full, hung like a great luminous pearl on the radiant breast of heaven , she walked in to the forest and finds somewhere to camp . She drops her bag and tightens her grip on the wand putting up the same ward she has used all year plus some more knowing them off by heart. Once that is done Hermione pulls out an orange and black tent, which is bigger on the inside and smells faintly o and sets it up, it is only when she steps into the tent inhaling the scent of her two best friends ; one of them her brother in everything but blood who smelt like broom polish , cherry tartes and grass and the love of her life who smelt like mint , freshly mowed grass and sandalwood ,it's only then that she let herself break down and grieve her losses the friend's that became her family and the teachers she would forever look up to. That was the first night of many that Hermione Granger cried herself to sleep.
It was a week after the final battle that Hermione started to feel odd she had heightened senses, she was stronger and was warmer at first, she thought she may have been bitten when she'd killed Greyback but soon dismissed the idea as it was not a full moon and she would have seen if he bit her. It was not until she was fishing in a nearby stream where she scraped her hand on a sharp rock did she notice that it healed immediately when she got back to her tent fishing forgotten and striped herself and allowed herself to look in the mirror, something she had not done all week in fear of what she would see , did she notice that all her open wounds were closed and healed only leaving a scar it was as though they were never there in the open in the first place. That was not the only thing she noticed when she looked at her eyes expecting to see the same dull muddy brown she was shocked to see that they were now contained amber flecks making them more beautiful and stand out she also noticed that her hair that had calmed down over the years was now patterned with different colours; golds, browns and blacks. Putting two and two together she linked the heightened senses along with the physical changes and did the one thing Hermione Granger did better than anyone else and researched.
It was not until she looked in to the books that she had stolen from the Black library that she came across something useful
Lycanthropy
Lycanthropy is a disease or curse that turns someone in to fearsome and deadly near-wolf that has no choice but to change in to a wolf on the full moon. In 1637 the Ministry of magic created the werewolf code of conduct making werewolf's sign promising not to attack anyone and to also lock themselves up on a full moon, unaspiringly no one signed this policy as no one wanted to admit being a werewolf. It was later that the werewolf register was introduced meaning that every werewolf was supposed to enter their personal details, this again was unsuccessful as many new wolfs would hide their condition. There was also some controversy about the different types of werewolf's, there is the first type the most common which is the bitten type and the second which is less common and neatly extinct, the born wolf.
Bitten werewolves are those that are bitten by another werewolf on a full moon, this is due to the virus spreading through the werewolf's saliva mixing with the victim's blood. The bite must be sealed by silver mixed with dittany to stop the victim from bleeding out. On the other nights of the month they are weak and sickly often unable to function as members of sociality. This only effect magical beings as muggles would die from the bite there bodies not being able to sustain the effects of the infection. From reports taken from Professor Emerett Picardy he stated that the victims have painful transformations and lose all sense of themselves and are incredibly dangerous and blood thirsty creatures, even in human form they can be deadly as they can keep their nails sharpened and their teeth deadly. This type of lycanthropy cannot be passed on to children that the infected my have.
The second and more deadly type is a born wolf, this is the type of wolf that is hereditary and passes from parent to child, the only way to activate this type of transformation is through the act of murder. One someone activated this type of cure they would experience the normal symptoms of a werewolf, heightened senses, stronger, accelerated healing and resistant to many spells. The main difference in the types of lycanthropy is when the born lycanthrope transforms they still have control other their faculties and even thought the transformation is still painful the born wolf is normal for the rest of the month other then having a shorter temper. Born wolfs are nearly instincts as they have been hunted by their natural enemy which is vampires. They are more powerful than the infected werewolf's as their bodies are born withstand the cure where as the bitten werewolf's immune system tries to fight off the virus.
In the early 1500's there was a magical born werewolf that activated the curse called Brian Thompson, he became the alpha of one of the largest werewolf packs in New Orleans, as born werewolves are higher in the pack the bitten Lycanthrope, they were an unstoppable force that took thirty-nine Wix's to kill. The curse was mutated by the magic he possessed giving him the ability to patricianly transform on non-moon days and with the link to the earth that the Lycanthropes are known to possess he was able to control the fire and earth elements. It is suggested to the reader that if they come across a born werewolf that they do not engage them, they are dangerous and unlike the bitten wolf they are in full control of themselves when they transformed it is also recommended that they non-expose themselves as a magical beaning like the vampire world the werewolf community knows nothing about the wizarding world and it should remain this way.
This was the only lead that Hermione had found, she knew that neither of her parents had been wolfs but then again it was unlikely that her parents had ever killed anyone, they were after all a pair of upper class dentists. But she would not know for certain until the moon rose the following week. She needed more information, information that she won't be able to find out, her parents where both only children and orphans with little to no knowledge of their own families. And from the books that she had read in her third year for her assignment on werewolf's there was little to no information on a born wolf.
When the day of the moon came she felt worse than she had all week she was irritated and angry she hated being cramped inside her tent, but it was unsafe for her, meaning she was pacing in the main room trying to get rid of the excess energy until she felt it. The full moon rising. She felt as though her skin was on fire the sensation only getting worse as the moon began to rise.
Not the first time Hermione felt sorry for Professor Lupin because when the moon rose it felt like all her bones where being broken simultaneously whist her flesh was ripping and forming fur in its place her jaw broke and reformed into a mussel her perfectly straight teeth where sharpening and becoming fangs and her nails were pushed out to form claws it felt like the transformation took hours but in reality it only took a few minutes.
It was then that Hermione knew she was werewolf but unlike Professor Lupin she still had her mind which was curious. When she stood to her full height which was around 7ft she was able to stand on her hind legs, after some falling and walked over to full length mirror standing there was not Hermione Granger it was a large werewolf with a thick coat of black fur and a single white stripe down her back as well as on her eyes and ears. Her eyes were no longer chocolate brown but where bright amber, she noted that she was larger than professor lupin was.
'Hello human' the voice that came from her head startled her it was gruff but also feminine
'Hello' she couldn't speak so instead she spoke in her head hoping the voice would answer
'I've been waiting for you to wake me for a long time 'it sounded excited with an edge of anger or impatience she couldn't figure out, with it sensing her confusion it let out a laugh which reverberated around her skull making her whimper in pain
'What are you 'Hermione voice even in her own head it was confused
'I am the wolf, we are the wolf as we are one. We were born the same day together but until now I've rested inside of you and for too long I have slept it is now I take control' that was the last thing that Hermione remembered as after the wolf's words everything went black.
It was midday the next day when Hermione woke up she was in the middle of the forest her clothes were missing and instead of seeing her normal peachy colour skin, what she saw made her blood run cold. She was covered in blood it covered her arms and hands along with her legs and stomach she would be willing to bet that it covered her mouth as she could taste it in her mouth when. She looked around she saw a dead deer laying on the floor its entrails ripped out thanking her lucky stars that her wards held meaning she was not able to escape and kill anyone.
Not knowing where her wand was she stood up and walked in the general direction she thought her tent was. Eventually she found it seeing that her the front was ripped open she sighed and walked in seeing her ripped clothes it made her wince remembering the pain of the transformation caused. Picking up her wand from the ripped clothing she repaired the tent and cloths, slipping them back on because even though she did not feel the cold and was alone it still felt wrong to walk around in the nude. She pondered on the answer's her wolf gave her, that thought made her stop she was a werewolf she personally had nothing against werewolves but that did not mean that others didn't, it just meant that no matter what happens with the wizarding world she would always be an outcast the no good Mudblood half breed it was just another insult for someone to throw at her.
With that in mind that she headed to were her books were kept and started reading the books she once promised Harry she would never touch again, but Harry was not here he was dead, the books were dedicated to the worst dark magic in existence straight from the black family library and like every text she had ever read she absorbed the words each one corrupting her a little more because the way she saw it if the other side was going to use it to kill her friends and family then why shouldn't she and so began the dark descent of Hermione Granger.
Scotland – Hogwarts- at the same time, Grand hall
Miles away in the Hogwarts castle sat the dark lord he was sat in the headmaster's chair looking like the king he felt. He had finally done it he killed the boy-who-just-wouldn't-die his sworn enemy was dead. But unlike his death eaters who were partying in the great hall celebrating the spoils of war he did not feel like celebrating.
He had underestimated the Mudblood girl she was far more powerful than anyone gave her credit for when she released that power wave killing several of his top death eaters the power was pure and angry but also dark which gave him pause she had obviously had experience with dark magic otherwise the wave would have been light and pure instead it was full of darkness. He had to find her because she unlike the boy wonder was a real threat Potter was weak and unable to kill anyone he wouldn't have touched dark magic with a ten-foot pole but the girl she was unafraid to use it to kill people.
A girl like that would be a real threat. Not to mention what he had heard of her in the past she was a genius the top of her year and every other year from first year, she was a magical prodigy beating all her classmates when it came down to the power of her spells and the time it took to cast them. But he dismissed her not seeing the power that ran through her veins just because of her blood he was too focused on Potter just because of some half-heard prophecy. He needed to know more about her to know, how she was able to kill seven of his best death eaters without a spell.
"Draco come here "his voice reverberated through the hall silencing all the death eaters noise they looked to their leader as the tall lanky blond made his way to the front of the hall kneeling at his lord's feet.
"Yes Milord "his eyes downcast in submission
"Tell me of the Mudblood" this made the death eaters pay more attention they too wanted to know what the Malfoy heir thought of the Mudblood
"Granger is just a Mudblood Milord someone who does not deserve her magic "his voice was laced with disdain at the mention of Hermione.
"She beat you in every class did she not, did she not also kill you farther so tell me again Draco Malfoy does she sound like someone who should be underestimated. Tell me you true opinion not clouded by her blood" there was a certain madness that had leaked in to his tone but having 1/128th of his soul is about to have some side effects.
" she is incredibly bright not doubt because she spent all of her time in the library she had the ability to suppress her emotions as good as any Slytherin but had and violent streak and in class she was able to cast spells first and she always got them right but she was also having to bail out potty and the weasels they were always holding her back in my opinion " some of the death eaters stilled at the description all thinking the same thing 'how had the other looked someone who had so much power and knowledge'.
It was then that they remembered that she was a Mudblood and they would have been killed for having such a high opinion of a Mudblood. The dark lord folded his hands under his chin and with a wave of his hand dismissed the death eaters. Yes, the Mudblood would need to be killed.
"Antonin" the death eater with a twisted face walked back from the existing crowded and headed to the front of the hall to kneel at the feet of the dark lord
"Yes Milord "
"Bring me the Mudblood ALIVE I wish to kill her myself, do with her what you wish but don't kill her "a feral grin spread over Antonin Dolohov's face at the thought of having fun with his most hated Mudblood he had wanted his revenge since her fifth year when she silenced him.
"Yes, Milord it would be my pleasure" when the dark lord dismissed him he stood his eyes lighting up with the thought of hurting someone especially Hermione Mudblood Granger he had some beautiful plans for her.
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