Ok I still want those 5 reviews but since SOMEONE…not going to say any names ALYSHA813 because she might do things that she couldn't think of…hahaha!

Anyway I don't think I said that I didn't own any of Darren Shan's work because IM NOT DARREN SHAN.

SOO….DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of Darren Shan's work or J.K Rowling's work. And I don't own anything. So if you see something that looks like you saw it somewhere else then YOU PROBABLY DID. Remember I own nothing except this plot…which surprises me really…

Anyway here is Chappy 2 and don't forget to check out my other fic on just Darren Shan's book Cirque du Freak!

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S*E*V*E*R*U*S*'*S*******P*O*V

(In case you didn't get it this is SEVERUS'S POV!)

I opened and closed my mouth a few times, glared at her, and then I licked my lips because they were getting dry.

Could she be a vampire? I struggled to keep my face expressionless, but I ended up just gaping at her.

How did I not see this earlier? Wait a minutes. Wait a GODDAMN MINUTE!

Before she could even raise her wand, I pinned her against the wall, holding her off the ground my her neck.

"Who sent you?" I just barely managed to say without growling.

"No one!" She said, grabbing my hands that were chocking in attempt to free them. She moved them a bit, but otherwise shouldn't get them to budge more than a few centimeters. She's a bit stronger than I thought.

"Don't you lie to me!" I growled this time.

"Well, what would I say if no one really sent me?" She managed between gasps.

I stood there silent. She had a point. But I just shook it off.

"Who sent you?" I said again, hands shaking from anger.

"For God's sake man NOONE!" She said again, exasperated, "Wait. Are you a vampire, too?"

With one hand keeping her in place, I used the other to pinch the bridge of my nose in annoyance and impatience, and I nodded my head.

HERMIONE'S POV (ya I gave up…I'll try Sevvy again later: D)

He pinched his nose with one hand, and had his other hand holding me firmly to the wall. His eyes were closed and I could tell he was growing impatient quickly. He also nodded. HOLY CRAP! He's a vampire! Jeez that guy is about every goddamn thing, ain't he?

BUT HOW DARE HE THINK OF ME AS A FILTHY VAMPANEZE. I would ask him about his vampirism later.

I did, however, see an opening for an attack. My arms and neck were pinned to the wall—but not my legs.

In one quick, swift motion I lifted my legs to me chest, and kicked with all my might at his stomach and…lower area.

He gasped and cried out and dropped me. He landed on the floor but before he could get up I pinned him to the ground by straddling him.

He tried to move but he stayed firmly under me. I growled at him saying, "Two things. First, how dare you think of me as a murderous vampaneze," I scowled just saying that name, "and second of all let me prove my loyalty to the vampires to prove to you that I'm a vampire! You cannot just make assumptions like that!

"Plus, you know me. I'm very smart. Do you think I would come here as a vampaneze without some sort of backup or bring a gun or something?"

He looked up at me with that damn expressionless face and I sighed and got off of him, and paced the room.

I mean, I know that a vampaneze has like a purple face and what not, but I am not sure if you get that immediately from the turn or after…THAT'S IT!

THE TURN! He could take my memory and watch it and then he will know that I am a vampire!

Hermione you are one smart ass chick.

"Professor," I started, but he had his wand out and pointed it at me. Lovely.

"IMPERIO!" He cried and pointed his wand at me.

I stood there, making a face that said you-moron.

He looked at his wand, back at me and back at his wand, as if the problem was with his wand.

"Professor," I started, taking a deep breath, "Listen. I know you don't trust me, and you have every right to. But look at my memoires in the Pensieve."

He looked at me, narrowed his eyes, and then nodded.

"We will need to go to Dumbledore's office." He said, heading out the door.

We zigg zagged between corridors, walked up some moving stairs, past people how were also serving in detention, and walked down more hallways before entering his office when Snape said the password "Open"

"Creative," I muttered to myself, but Snape chuckled which came to a surprise to both of us.

We walked up the stairs, but Snape stopped me with his hand when he saw Dumbledore engrossed in reading some muggle novel.

"I'll go knock him out," I said simply and walked over to Dumbledore. I could tell Snape didn't want me to do it, but it was only going o be for about twenty minutes or so, and after he wakes up, we are still going to be in the Pensieve so he won't even know that we even came in.

Honestly what is this guy's problem? He's acting as if I'm going to kill someone for Christ's sake.

I quietly walked over to Dumbledore's side, and the old man didn't even stir. I got behind the couch, leaned over his shoulder, and breathed in his face.

His head slumped over to his shoulder and I put the book down on his lap, and folded his hands together to make it look like he was sleeping of anyone was to come in.

I walked over to Snape and he looked at me. Gaped actually.

"What?" I said, looking at him stupidly and raising an eyebrow.

He rushed over to Dumbledore's side and grabbed his hand, saying to me, "YOU KILLED HIM!"

I raised my eyebrow higher and said slowly as if telling a kindergartener that biting off the Barbie's head is bad, "I knocked him out. He should awake in about 20 minutes, so we better hurry. And don't know that vampires contain a gas that can knock out humans? Didn't you mentor tell you that?"

"No," He said, looking distant, as if absorbed in thoughts.

"Must have been a dick," I muttered but continued saying, "Anyway we can ask questions later, let's go look at the memory,"

I held out the bottle and showed it to him. It was hidden in my robes. I keep it with me everywhere, mainly because it is my most precious memory. So far anyway.

He momentarily forgot that I knocked out his breath with my breath, my dad calls it my bad breath, and that is usually when I whack him and he laughs and runs away and said, "You have the memory with you?"

"It is my most precious," I said, still thinking about my family and how much I will miss them this year. I mean I'm not some little brat who needs their parents, it's just that I am close to them, and besides the Weasly's and Harry, they have been my best friends for most of my life. I didn't have many muggle friends, because they thought I was weird for spending time in the library instead of outside with the other kids.

"Alright, then," He seemed to have a little most trust in me, but he still stayed his distance.

"It's ok I wouldn't bite—no pun intended," He actually smirked when I said that.

"Can I have the memory?" He asked, hand out.

I placed it in his hand, and he did whatever he had to do to look at it. I didn't pay attention. I was worried that…Well I don't really know if he is on Dumbledore's side or He-who-must-not-be-named side so…it could be a bit revealing.

"It, it ok, I am on your side. Or Dumbledore's. Whatever, same thing." He said, looking up at me.

"Umm, how did you know that? DID you read my mind?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

He blushed and I almost laughed, "Sort of." And he shuffled his feet. If I didn't have mixed feelings for the guy, I would have thought that was adorable. But all I could think of, at the time, was holy shit what else did he hear?

"Are you ready?" he asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, "A bit. I mean, it may be my most precious memory, but at the same time I don't ever want to relive it. At the time I was going through the Purge and….well you know."

The Purge is basically puberty for vampires, on its like your body changes from a 10 year old into a 17 year old (for example), so I was turned when I was 16, and before I was a vampire I was still going through human puberty, so I just continued it for another agonizing month, only for vampires. I hope that made sense.

"Understandable," He said simply, "Ready to go?"

"Yes, but one second," I walked around the room until I found what I needed—a broom. I don't really fly so this may be hard, "For a part of the memory, we are in the air, and so we are probably going to need it. I hope you can fly,"

He grumbled something incoherent and held onto the broom together as we leaned into the Pensive. Part of me wanted to share this memory with him, another vampire (supposedly) or even just a human. Hell, when I first told him I thought he was a human!

But another part of me told me that sharing this memory with a man who I never really trusted was a really stupid move. But for some reason, it felt like I had to tell him. Like there was this little voice in my head telling me to do this.

Ok I just want to make a shout-out to Alysha813 because she is SO awesome and helped me through this chapter and helped me with ideas!

Pleas review, I really like where this story is going, and it is probably going to be more than 10 chapters, that is if people still want to read it.