Who ever even reads the disclaimer? I don't think that JK's lawyers really read every fanfic to make sure that there is a disclaimer. Oh well, I guess I have to:

Disclaimer- JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. I, on the other hand, own nothing except my new copy of the Half Blood Prince that I bought from Media Play.

CAUTION: There are SPOILERS from the Half Blood Prince in this story! If you have not yet read it yet, and do not want it ruined for you, turn back now.

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A young woman stepped out of a red brick house, licking a sticky sweet red liquid off of her ruby lips. She smirked as she recalled the screaming and the terror that she had caused the family who had lived in this house.

The moon was bright and illuminated her flawless pale skin. Her rich brown hair swirled around in the cool night breeze. The night was bone chilling, but she neither felt nor cared about the chill. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it.

Her blood red eyes begin to turn back into their dark chocolate color as she gave a cold and cruel laugh. The terror that had seized those humans had been from her... all from her.

She gave one last heartless laugh that was so chilling, it was almost inhuman. It was a laugh that made even the bravest of mortals shrink back in fear. Then, with that one last laugh, she disappeared into the night, her black cloak swirling around her, becoming one with the darkness.

The brick house remained, smelling of that stick metallic scent of blood. The house was bathed in blood, the work of that unearthly young woman. It was the young woman who was formally a great and good witch. It was Hermione Granger.

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"Mum, what on earth is going on?" Hermione mumbled sleepily as her mother shook her awake, "I'm so tired, let me go back to sleep."

But her mother refused to let her daughter go back to sleep. Instead, she continued to hold her daughters shoulders, trying to shake her awake softly but urgently.

"Hermione, you must get out of bed now!" Mrs. Granger whispered urgently, a fearful look in her dark brown eyes, "But be quiet! They don't know that you are here yet!"

"Who? Who doesn't know that I am here?" Hermione whispered as she sat up. Whatever was in the house must be dangerous if it was scaring her calm and brave mother.

Suddenly, fear gripped Hermione's heart as she realized who they must be. Surely it was the Death Eaters. Hermione should have known better! Of course they would be coming after her. She was Harry Potter's friend, and a mudblood to boot.

"I don't know what they are, but they certainly are not human!" Mrs. Granger said, the fear clearly present in her voice, "Hurry up, we have to hide!"

Hermione got up and followed her mother as they tip-toed down the upstairs corridor. What could they be if they were not Death Eaters? Her breathing became panicked as she crept quietly.

"Quickly! This way, Hermione! They don't yet know about you; you have a chance to escape," Mrs. Granger ordered as they stood at the foot of the stairs, looking down into the living room. Hermione could smell the scent of fresh blood coming from downstairs and it sickened her.

"Of course we know about her, you stupid woman. Why else do you think that we have come here?" Questioned a cold and cruel voice that came from the shadows. Just the sound of the voice made Hermione's blood run cold.

"Who are you? Show your self if you are not a coward," Hermione commanded, ridding her voice o the fear that had taken over her body. She had faced the Dark Lord, so why not these creatures?

"Ooh, you have courage I see. Pity that while courage can be a gift, it can also be a very silly trait that has led so many people to their deaths," said the mysterious voice from the shadows.

Then, the person stepped out of the shadows, revealing themselves to Hermione and her mother, who was paralyzed with fear. Hermione had expected to see a monster, for the voice that she had heard was so full of malice.

Instead, a tall and handsome man stood before her. He had black hair, and onyx eyes that glittered with malevolence. His skin, however, was brilliantly pale, a deep contrast with the darkness of his hair and eyes. There was something about him that Hermione recognized, however. She just couldn't figure out where she had seen him before.

"Do you not recognize me, Hermione?" the handsome stranger sneered, "It is I, Sanguini! We met at that fool Slughorn's Christmas party."

Hermione gasped in shock when she realized exactly who this handsome stranger was.

"Vampire!" she spat, glaring at him with deep hatred, but also looking around in search of an escape.

"Yes, I am a vampire. I am also here on the orders of the Dark Lord," Sanguini smirked, his pearly white fangs stained with crimson blood.

"Well you can tell your master that he will never succeed in this war! Dumbledore may be gone, but we still have Harry! So go back to whatever slime hole that you crawled out of!" Hermione growled defiantly.

"Oh? Is that how you are going to be? Not a very cooperative little witch, are you? Well, if that is how you want it," Sanguini smirked. Hermione wondered what he meant, but her question was soon answered.

In what seemed to Hermione to be only a fraction of a second, Sanguini had grabbed her mother and begun to suck on her neck. His black eyes wee now blood red as he drank. Mrs. Granger brown eyes that were usually full of life and merriment were now draining, becoming dull and lifeless.

"NO!" Hermione screamed, "Let go of her, you monster!"

Hermione ran over and attempted to pull the vampire off of her mother, but by the time that she had reached them, Mrs. Granger was already dead, her lifeless body slumped to the floor.

"You... you killed her," Hermione said quietly, staring in disbelief at her mother's corpse that stared lifelessly back at her.

"Yes... and now it is your turn," Sanguini hissed, his fangs glittering with her mother's blood.

Before Hermione even had a chance to scream, the vampire Sanguini was upon her, his fangs sinking deep into her neck. He was drinking, draining the very life from her, but yet Hermione almost seemed to find it pleasurable. The world around her was growing dimmer and dimmer, until it finally faded away completely.

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Authors note: The second part f the chapter was a flashback, showing how she became how she did at the beginning of the chapter.

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