Chapter Two: Taking care of a few little things

"Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Hermione muttered as she reached in the drawers for some clothes.

She had just been in the shower to clean herself up only to come back in the room and have it all hit her again. Finally finding some comfy joggers and a jumper she quickly shoved them on and turned around to stare at the dead cleaner. He was facing the wall, covered in his own blood and naked, his clothes rippped to shreds on the floor near him.

"I'm so sorry." She whispered before she waved her wand and had the sheets magically wraping around him, she then waved it again and had him floating out of the window and dropping down into the empty alley below. Quick as a flash she stuck her head out the window and set him on fire with her wand, turning him into an unrecognisable heap of ash.

Closing the window she turned to face the room, with a few quick spells it was back to normal and everything was squeaky clean.

That's when she noticed the note on her bed side table.


Dear -insert name here-,
Sorry about the mix up, I generally thought you were too weak to take my bite and that you would just die. But I was wrong and, wow, you were pretty pissed. (You owe me a new suit by the way!) So, your a Vampire now, erm, welcome to the undead! (Feel free to send me a thankyou bottle of some sort.)
Oh and if your having a bit of trouble with memory loss, it's perfectly normal when a vampire first wakes up, as during the change your body moves of it's own accord and feeds.
Yours faithfully Granuff.
P.S. A few tips: Sunlight is bad, VERY bad. After you bite someone, makes sure you give them some garlic after (it stops any unwanted changes). People will freak out after you tell them about your vampireness, so just don't tell people, alright?
P.P.S. If anyone asks, IT WASN'T ME WHO CHANGED YOU. You got that?

"Send him a thankyou bottle of some kind? Oh, I'll send him something alright, I'll send a fucking bottle of arsenic!" Hermione growled, flinging the note onto the newly made bed. "Me thanking him? Pft. He is just a stupid, self centered, mother fucking, moron." She shouted the last words.

Suddenly a knock sounded on the door. "Hermione? Are you alright dear?" Her mother called from the other side.

Hermione froze, surely it wasn't time for her parents to be up. Looking at the clock on her bedside table she mentally swore, it was almost half past 6 in the morning, which ment they would be leaving to go home in only a couple of hours.

Walking to the door and trying to calm herself at the same time, Hermione opened it and greeted her mother whilst hiding behind it. "Hey mum, yeah, everythings fine, just fell out of bed thats all!" She exclaimed cheery.

"Oh dear, your not hurt are you?" Hermother cooed, trying to push the door open to look at her.

"No!" Hermione exclaimed but when she looked at her mothers alarmed face she changed her face to a embarressed one. "I'm not properly dressed..."

"Oh." Her mother answered. "You sure your alright Hermione?"

"Yeah, yeah, perfectly fine, everything just great!...Well, not very great as I fell out of bed and that but other than that I'm just fine!" Hermione said over enthusiastically.

Her mother gave her a wierd look before nodding. "Okay then, I'm going back to bed, just wanted to check." She said before turning around and heading back to her own room.

Hermione carefully closed the door and leaned against it, breathing out a long breath. "What am I going to do?" She whispered to herself as she slowly slid down until she was cuddling her knees. "I'm a barbaric beast who can't even go out in the sun and my mother still thinks everything is hunky dory."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that!" A cheerful voice answered her back.

Hermione shot up and grabbed the dark man who was sat on her window ledge around the throat. The man then fell backwards out the window bringing her with him. "Who are you?" She asked through her teeth, when he didn't answer she asked again. "Who the fuck are you?"

After him wheezing a few times she finally realised that he couldn't speak because of her hand on his throat so she loosened him a bit.

"The names Harry. Harry Potter." He coughed out.

"Your lying, I know Harry Potter and your not him."

"Jeez woman, that boy wonder doesn't own the name, there is other Harry Potter's out there you know!" He snapped. He then grabbed her hand from his throat and pushed her away, so she landed on her bottom near him. "And I don't appreciate being sat on thank you very much!"

"So, your called Harry Potter, which was your name given to you at birth?" She said slowly.

"Yes, do I need to spell it out to you woman?"

"So you aren't messing with me?" She asked.

"Nope. I've been a Harry Potter for three hundred and twenty-five years in counting." He said, grinning proudly at himself.

"I take it your a Vampire?" She asked.

"Yeah and don't bother with the formallities, I know who you are."

"You do?"

"Yeah, now, follow me." He said as he got up, brushed the muck from his robes and then proceeded to walk to exit of the alley.

"Wait a minute." She said standing up and not moving. "I don't know you, I've never met you before and I'm certainly not going to some strange place with you!"

"Listen hunny, we're on a time limit here cause in case you haven't noticed, the sun is about to come up and you can't stay in it. But I know a way you can, so do you want my help or not?"

"Huh? You want to help me?" She asked, puzzled.

"Yeah, now hurry up girl, we ain't got all night for you to try and figure me out!"

"Okay, okay, I'm coming. But only because I really need a way to get around in the sun." She said as she walked towards him and took his arm that he held out for her.


Suddenly Hermione found herself standing in the alley that she was attacked and 'turned' in.

"Why are we here?" She asked, stepping away from him and following him as he walked out into the street.

"You'll see." He simply said before pushing open the doors to the old pub named 'Harceleurs de la Nuit'.

"Wha..."Hermione started to say as she stepped in but one look around had her shut up. It wasn't any ordinary pub, it was a magic pub, a vampire one to be exact. The whole place was painted in black and the furnature had all sorts of different gothic designs, everyone in there was pale and they all had their fangs out.

"Hey Vicky?" Harry shouted accross the bar to the waitress. The waitress took one look at him before nodding her head to a door behind the bar, so he went through with Hermione following.

The door opened into a room painted blood red with a dark wooden flooring. A table was right in the middle of it and on that table lay a small necklace with a red jewel in it.

"Take it. It's yours." Harry said before pushing Hermione towards it and then stepping out the room with the door slamming behind him.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, running up to the door and trying to open it, but it wouldn't budge. "Let me out!" She screamed, pulling on the handle. She kept screaming and shouting but no one came to help.


Hermione gave up with the door and moved onto the room. Her eyes layed on the necklace and she got a tingle on the back of her neck.

"That's odd." She said to herself, walking slowly towards the table as if the necklace would attack her any minute. The tingling got worse the closer she got to it and finally she lifted her hand and touch it.

The tingling instantly disapeared and as she closed her hands around the necklace she felt a tug in her stomach and the next thing she knew she was stood on a hill in the middle of nowhere and the sun was rising.