Hermione was literally in the worst pain she had ever experienced. She had thought that the cruciatus cruse was torture, but it didn't even compare. If she had to explain it, she would say it felt as though every single cell in her body was dying a slow, fiery death.

She could hear voices in the background. Not the words they were saying, but the tones and speeds. One was soft and tinkling, what you would imagine an angel to sound like. The other was deep, but had a scratchy edge to it, while the third was a deep baritone, flowing as smooth as honey on marble.

She wondered if she was dead, if this is where she would be judged for her deeds. The angel, the Devil, and death all here to decide her fate. She had done some bad things in life. She had killed people. But she had done good things too.

Her thoughts were interrupted as two strong arms wrapped under her, the icy feel stinging her scorching skin. She could hear that baritone voice whisper something in her ear, before wind was spraying harshly at her body.

She wished this would end, all of it. The pain, the guessing, the regret.

Just as suddenly as she was moved she was sat back down. This surface was harder than the last one. And she was almost positive she heard twigs snapping.

The pain was getting worse the longer it lasted. She thought that maybe she could get use to it, maybe even move, but she was wrong. It was intensified ten fold and if she hadn't wanted to die earlier she did now.

After some time had passed, it was impossible to tell how much, Hermione's eyes flashed open, and it was like she had opened her eyes to a new world.

Everything had so much more detail, she could see every little edge of the tree that laid fifty feet away, she saw the particles of dust in the air.

"How do you feel?" That voice again. Hermione whirled around, faster than what she thought humanly possible, and looked at the man. He was tall, with honey golden hair and eyes. He was covered in crescent shaped scars that immediately made Hermione tense up. Not at the way they looked, but something inside her told her this man was dangerous.

She opened her mouth to speak, but was only met a burning sensation in her throat. Her hands flew to the tender skin, trying to sooth the stink. She made a choking noise, and soft fingers pried her arms away.

"It's okay. We'll get you something to drink." He motioned with his finger at the other man, and he instantly appeared next to her, holding a cup full of a dark red liquid. The first man grabbed the cup and held it to her lips. "Drink," he softly commanded.

She sniffed at the drink, and was unable to resist its amazing smell. She yanked the cup from his hands and poured it down her throat. When the last drop was gone, she wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and dropped the glass to the ground.

"Better?" the man asked.

"Who are you?" She asked, ignoring his question. "Where are Ron and Harry?" She looked around, hoping to see her friends pop out from around a tree.

"I'm so sorry honey, but we don't know who they are," This time it was the woman. She was beautiful, with a baby doll face and curly blonde hair. Maybe Hermione was right, maybe she was an angel.

"I need to find them. They might be hurt." She went to turn, but a pair of strong hands wrapped around her shoulders.

"Now, just hold on darlin'. We need to talk about a few things first. Do you notice anything different about ya?"

She took inventory of her body, noting the way her pale skin was now almost white, how she felt as smooth as porcelain., how her eyesight was so enhanced. She thought back to what had happened earlier…the pain…..and the strange drink….

A vicious snarl ripped through Hermione's chest. She whirled around and grabbed the man by the throat, almost grinning in satisfaction that she could see cracks forming.

"You turned me…into a vampire?" She said in a deadly whisper. When the man remained silent, she threw him to the ground and growled in frustration.

"Who are you?" She asked again reaching into the back pocket of her jeans and pulling out her wand. The girl took a tentative step forward, her hands held out in front of her.

"I'm Charlotte," she said "and this," she pointed to the shorter of the two men. "Is my husband Peter. It's nice to meet you."

"And I'm Jasper. Jasper Whitlock." This time he was standing right behind her. She turned around and backed up so that she was facing all three at once.

"What happened? I was in Malfoy Manner and Bellatrix…..I need to find Harry and Ron." The look on her face was almost desperate and it nearly broke Charlottes heart.

"Darlin', I will send Charlotte and Peter to go and look for your friends. But right now we need to focus on you. Get you better fed. What do your friends look like?" Jasper Said.

"Well, Harry has black hair, and he is very tall. He wears thin round glasses and has green eyes. He also has a lighting shaped scar on his forehead. Ron, has fiery red hair and blue eyes. He's much taller than Harry, and bulkier too. Oh, and he's covered in freckles. Here," She pulled a locket from around her neck and opened it, showing the pictures of her two friends. Jasper jerked his head; Peter and Charlotte nodded, and took of running.

Jasper expected her to freak out at the sight of them running at super sonic speed, but assumed that since she knew vampires existed she also knew about their little abilities.

"What's your name?" He asked finally, desperate to know.

"Hermione. Hermione Granger." and he thought it was the most wonderful name in the world.