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A/N: Please note that I encourage use of this idea by others, by that I mean the whole Eric being Hermione's father and Godric her mate. I would love to compare my story to your. I have no beta so all mistakes are mine. Lastly I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Eric's POV

Nothing prepared me to see my daughter writhing in pain. Nothing could ever prepare you for something like that. I had witnessed the deaths of my family in my human life, and still that had not gotten even close to the agony I felt at the site of my child, my human daughter, in such a state. Her blood, covered the wooden floor seeping out of the crude cuts made in her arms (along with the branded word), with each movement she made against the spell she was held under. The sweet scent of her blood wafted to my nose and made my beast want to play with the one who harmed who he scented as his. My child, mine. Mine to protect.

A milisecond is all it took my mind to process this before I was running across the room to the black haired bitch who was holding out her wand and laughing. I would show her just how much fun it truly was to watch your enemies wither in pain and agony. My large hand swallow her throat and I hoisted her in the air at the same time I pulled her wand from her small hands. Fangs beared I smiled at her wide eyed look and the sweet choking sound coming from her. Such a sweet sound made me hard, especially when I smelt her fear.

I watched from the corner of my eyes as Godric snapped the necks of the blonde man and women who had watched the torture of my daughter. The younger blonde weasel aimed his wand at us as Godric dropped the bodies of what I assume are his parents. The poor boy's hand was shaking hard, to bad I didn't feel for him in the least. Poor excuse for vermin that he was.
"Don't do it Malfoy." Was rasped out from behind me. The voice was tight with pain and exhaustion. It was croaky from screams, but to me in that moment it was one of the best, most beautiful, sounds I had ever heard. Relief rushed through me at having proof we made it here in time to save her.

"Shut up Mudblood." The boy wasn't very smart to be hissing that way at my daughter. "How'd you get passed the wards!" He demanded puffing out his chest as if to intimidate us. I couldn't help my laughter from flowing through.

"Malfoy, is it?" Godric's voice sounded serene as if he were out for a peaceful stroll. That's when he is at his most dangerous, though most find out that too late. I could feel his consuming rage through our bond feeding off of mine. "I could kill you before your spell ever left your wand. I don't think you should be asking questions right now. I think you should hand me the wand and I will kill you quickly."

The black haired bitch in my hands went limp finally ceasing her struggling. Good it would make transportation that much easier. I tossed her across the room and zoomed over to the boy Godric was talking with. I simply snatch his wand out of his hand and snap it. There no more threat, paltry though his was. Before I can do more to the boy Godric catches my eyes and looks back toward my daughter with a silent brow raise. I nod knowing he means I should go check on her.

My daughter isn't in the best shape, but I am not sure how this could be called life threatening. She has blood coming from her eyes and nose as well as the cuts on her arms. Her eyes are bloodshot from crying and most likely from the torture she went through. Her brown curly hair is frizzy and bedraggled from her thrashing. Her blue eyes, similar in shade to mine, look wearily at me. I can see her keen intellect showing through her as she analyzes every movement.

"Hello Hermione." I offer her, feeling unsure of myself for the first time in far to long.

"Why is a vampire helping me?" She questions. Ah, good question.

"Do I have to have a reason?"
"Yes." Smart girl. "Vampires are rarely altruistic." She rasps at me. I repress a wince at her broken voice.

"Th-" I am cut off as I hear another pop and an ugly little creature along with two young men, one black haired and one with an unfortunate shade of red hair are suddenly standing there looking around us. My fangs are once again down and I am launching across the room, my hands going for their necks when the ugly creature sends me spinning across the room and my daughter is screaming.

"Harry! Ron!"

At my forceful displacement Godric is across the room crouched over my daughter protectively, hissing a warning at these newest interlopers.

"Hermione! Don't move." The redhead states.

"Obviously." She mutters. She has fire, my daughter.

"You alright Hermione?"
"Never better." She answers ironically getting a wry grin from the black haired boy who has his hands up in surrender.

"I am not sure who you guys are but I somehow doubt you are working for Vold- er, You-Know-Who or Bellatrix wouldn't be on the floor and the Malfoy's wouldn't be dead." Ah at least my daughter knows some intelligent people. "We just want to take our friend and leave, so if you would move away from Hermione we will just pop out of here and you can take care of whatever it is your doing here."
Godric remains weary and stays crouched over my daughter. My daughter, will the sound of that ever get old? I doubt it. I mean in all honesty it was something I thought I would never have. It was my biggest and really only regret about being a vampire. After all I wouldn't have lived so long if I did not love being what I am.

My daughter moaning in pain and going into what looks like a seizure is enough to make all of us focus on only her. It is not like a regular seizure though, this looks far more painful as attested by her screaming. The two boys and the ugly creature rush forward again only to be summarily stopped by me darting in front of them.

"Please, let me help her." The black haired boy begs. Then looking around he points to a beaded blue bag discarded in the corner. "I am sure she has something to stop this in her bag."

"Nothing can stop this Harry, mate, the Cruciatus after effects have to go away on their own." The redheaded one whispers.

"Cruciatus?" Godric growls. "The torture curse?" What torture curse?

I kneel by my thrashing daughter and catch her head, putting my hand under it to ensure she did not keep knocking her head against the ground but allowing her the freedom of movement.

"What else?" The redhead again.

"Look were wasting time. We need to get her to the safe house before Vold-You-Know-Who shows up. I bet Bellatrix called him." I did not know who, and this was the second time he had mentioned Vold-You-Know-Who. Whoever that was if he was responsible for this let him come and I will take care of him.

I bit into my wrist once Hermione's thrashing has stopped and hold it to her mouth. Her blue eyes blink open and she groggily stares into my eyes.

"Drink." I command. When she weakly shakes her head no, I grasp her jaw and lightly apply pressure until she opens her mouth then reopening my wound I force my blood to drip down her mouth. "Don't even think about spitting it out." I warn when I see defiance in her gaze. To ensure she does not I quickly release her jaw and place my hand over her mouth. With a raised brow at her I continue, "If you do not swallow I will glamor you." She swallows. "Good girl."

It takes a few seconds but I can start to see the cuts healing up…no they are not healing so much as they are scabbing over and closing. They are slowly looking older but they are not dissaparing like they should. A cursed knife. Damn it.

I hear someone toward the front of this cursed mansion. If I caught it my Master caught it too, and with his low growl and the resolve I feel through our bond I am sure of it.

"Someone's coming." My Master intones.

"Then please, you got to let us go now. We have to leave." The black haired boy sounds desperate.

"You're not taking my daughter anywhere without me." I argue.

"We don't know your daughter!" The redhead assures.

"Vampires cannot have children!" My daughter argues from her place under Godric.

"We gotta go."

"Dobby will take Harry Potter and his friends, and the Mr. Vampires if they promise to behave." The ugly creature-Dobby- replies.

"Enough!" Godric silences us all. "We will explain everything later." He finally determines the other not to be enough threat so turns around from his crouch to meet the eyes of Hermione. I watch him pause and feel his incredulity and amazement through our bond. My eyes narrow. He reaches down with hesitance and offers his hand to her. I feel anxiety through the bond now. Why is my Maker anxious about her taking his hand?
Hermione reaches her small hand out and grasps his and suddenly a short bright light erupts from where they are connected before snuffling out. Godric feels overwhelming love and satisfaction. Hermione looks confused and blinded. He hauls her up into his arms where he wraps her up securely before she can fall.

"Godric?"

"Later Eric." It is not quite a command but since I respect my maker so much I follow it as if it is. He looks to the two boys-Harry and Ron, though I am still not sure which is which- and waves them along with the ugly creature over to him.

"Everyone touch Dobby now and don't let go." The small creature says before reaching out to touch my daughter only to get a warning growl from Godric. "Dobby won't hurt miss Hermy." The thing reassures before putting its hand on her back. Godric nods and puts a hand on the shoulder of the creature. I place my hand on the other shoulder and the two boys come forward and place their hands on the back of Dobby. Within moments we disappear and again the world is spinning around us. The only thing different this time is the way the world does not seems to stretch out thin around us, we are just compressed.

When we land we are on a beach with a quaint cottage up the ways a little. Two more people rush out the door at our arrival. Another older redhead with massive facial scarring of claws who smells vaguely of wolf and a beautiful silvery blonde haired women. One of the most beautiful I had ever seen. She could rival my Sookie, who is to me the most beautiful women there is.

"Harry! Ron! Hermione!" The scarred one calls.

"We's here Harry Potter!" Dobby says bowing his floppy ears twitching in joy. I wonder what the hell creature it is anyway.

"Thank you Dobby." The black haired one says. Apparently that one is Harry Potter. "I's must be going now. Call Dobby if yous need anything." He nods and with a loud pop is gone.

"What has happened?" The scarred one reaches us before taking a whiff of the air and stiffening. His blue eyes glare over at us and he reaches for his wand.

"Don't even think about it!"

"Release Hermione!" He demands. "Come here Harry, Ron."

"Don't Bill, they saved us." My daughter tells them. At Ron's incredulous look she adds, "Well me."

"They could be agents of You-Know-Who luring you into a false sense of security!" The lovely women argues with a heavy french accent.

"We swear on our blood we are not knowingly working for this You-Know-Who." Godric is quick to assure. I look at him like he has gone insane. To swear on our blood is a sacred thing. It is the highest form of swear among vampires, and most deadly. It is magically binding. "In fact," he adds, "We swear not to bring harm to you if you do not harm us."

Okay so maybe he has not gone crazy, I can see everyone relax and the wands disapear. Godric still holds Hermione in his arms and in fact seems to tighten his embrace when she tries to pull away. He gives a warning growl to her. Their eyes lock on each other and clash, her eyes screaming defiance and confusion, his firm and unyeilding. Finally she looked down a blush staining her cheeks, her body stiff but she was no longer trying to pull away. I raised my blonde brow. Interesting. I would find out later.

"Well come on inside then." The older red head said. We followed them along the beach, the stars shining down on us.