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Godric's POV:
Once we were up we took a quick dip in the river and dressed. Wouldn't want to look less then respectable when meeting up with someone important, and Hermione was important. The night was heavy with the threat of rain upon the air. A cool breeze from the ocean blew in.
Eric knocked on the door. To our surprise it was a harassed looking Hermione who opened the door. Her smile however, was brilliant.
"Please, come in." She stepped back and waved us forward. I smiled and without thought stopped as I was passing her and kissed her cheek. Eric shot me a look and I felt his irritation in our bond. I shot him a grin and continued in while she stopped to press a kiss to her forehead.
"Daughter." He nodded. We waited while Hermione took the lead and led us into the parlor where everyone was sitting down waiting. She hesitated before motioning to the only available chairs, the loveseat. I wanted to sit down and pull her on my lap but as I doubted that would go down well for anyone but me at the moment I held myself back and shook my head motioning her to sit down. I would stand rather then have her do so.
Eric nodded toward the seat in deference to me and I took it, not only was it a gesture of respect toward me and should be accepted as was only proper, but I got to sit by Hermione.
"Alright, good we are all here." Bill said. "I would like to know why you helped Hermione and gave her blood when from what I understand it is sacred to vampires. Not that we are not grateful and all."
"It is sacred." Eric acknowledged putting his hands behind his back. His stance very much reminded me that we was a warrior and always would be. "However, there is nothing I would not give to my daughter."
"You keep saying that but vampers don't have daughters." Ron said angrily.
"I do." Eric glared causing the redhead to slump in his seat again.
"He's not lying Ron. I am his daughter. My mother created a potion and from what I could deduce was able to revive the…well his sperm," she blushed here. It was endearing. "Then nine months later she had me."
"Your mum isn't a witch though." Harry was understandably confused.
"That's what I thought too, but it's too late to find out now." Hermione said.
"She is dead?" Eric asked. I could feel some regret through our bond, but if it was because he once lover her or because he was beyond his reach is up for debate.
"No, I erased her and my step-fathers memories of me and sent them to Australia. They no longer remember me and likely never will again." Here tears filled her eyes. Fleur quickly got up and wrapped her in a sideways hug cooing to her. Hermione sniffled and nodded at the reassurance while Eric and I stared at her incredulously.
"Why?"
"Well they were a target weren't they." That was from Ron again.
"A target for who?"
"You-Know-Who and the death eaters of course."
"And just who is this You-Know-Who and what are death eaters?" I asked feeling Eric's massive frustration at this circular conversation. The Weasley's, Harry, and Hermione all shared a look before Harry finally stepped in.
"They are dark wizards who believe in purity of blood before anything."
"Blood purity? You do not mean clean blood, pure of drugs and other intoxicants do you?" Eric's voice was grim. We had both seen genocides over and over in our long history and always it was about those who thought themselves above others.
"No. I mean those born into families from a long line of Wizards and Witches believe they are better then those with muggle parents or those with one muggle parent."
"Muggles are non-wizards?" I asked just to be sure, but it was easy to infer that is what they meant.
"Yes." My beautiful Hermione said. Her eyes were red from crying and her voice a little croaky but it was still beautiful to my ears. I knew Eric wished he had been the one to comfort her but he did not show his emotions well. That was my fault. I felt rage rising in my as I remembered her pain and torture.
"So the word carved in your arm, Mudblood, means you are a child of muggles?"
"It's a dirty slang term for it yes."
"And that is why you were tortured?" I asked through gritted teeth my fangs peeking out of my lips.
"Partly."
"It's my fault." Really? I was just about to attack Harry Potter for it being his fault when I felt Hermione's hand on my arm stopping me from launching myself at the kid. I sent calm to Eric, though no doubt he could feel how Hermione did not believe it from the blood he had given her.
"Harry, no. It was Bellatrix's fault. It was the Dark Lord's fault. It is not your fault that maniac is after us."
"If you were not my friend though-"
"He would still be after me for being smarter then average and a muggleborn."
"Genuis more like." Ron murmered. Ah, so she was as smart as I believed her to be. My esteem for her just went up even more. I would care for her even dumb though had fate dictated it, but to be honest my ideal mate had always been a smart person.
"She's right Harry." Ron said louder. At the nods of Bill and Fleur, Harry looked relieved.
"Why is he after you all then? And you said it was only partially the reason you were tortured. Explain." Eric pointed at Harry then Hermione. I could feel fierce anger and possession through him.
"Well he is after Harry because he is the chosen one, the only one prophicised to be able to defeat him." Ron told them baldly. "Plus he kinda has revenge on the mind as Harry is the only one to ever survive his killing curse and defeat him in the first place."
"There is a killing curse?" Eric and I were stunned. How far these wizards have come from when I last visited them. I knew about the torture curse, there were always versions of those around from their inception, back when wizards were Druids. The killing curse was obviously fairly new.
"Yeah it's one of three unforgivables." Bill raised a red brow as he explained the three unforgivable curses.
"Great, mind control." Eric and I met each others gazes. Maybe wizards were more of a threat to our kind then we thought. That meant that we would have to keep Hermione under wraps as much as possible.
"Yeah, but no self-respecting witch would ever use such curses." Fleur assured us.
"Great. Now why were you tortured?" Hermione sighed and her hand tightened on my arm. I do not think she realized she was seeking comfort in me through touch. I am sure she felt a pull to me, but most humans do not realize just what it is to be mated. Most do not have the instinctive animal urges, unlike weres, vampires, veelas, and other more primal beings had. Her instincts would just leave her to feel more comfortable in my presence, a yearning to be around me, an intense attraction. She would not feel the love for me I have for her yet. I would have to woo her most certainly.
"Bellatrix thought I stole something from her bank vault. Speaking of Harry I know where the next one is."
"Next what?" Bill asked.
"Nothing." All three answered at the same time. There was a narrowing of eyes all around.
"It's part of our mission from Dumbledore."
"I've heard of Dumbledore." I mention. Indeed he was supposedly one of the most powerful wizards in the world. I was ignored.
"What is this mission?"
"Top-secret mate." Ron told him.
"Hermione, just how long were you under the Cruciatus?" Fleur boldly asked bringing attention to Hermione.
"Long enough I should have gone insane." Hermione admitted. "She wanted to know about the sword." She added with a significant look at Harry and Ron. I now understood why Ron had grabbed a sword before touching Dobby's back when we went to leave. That and the beaded blue bag that they demanded we take along with us. "I told her it was a fake."
There was stunned silence from the wizards. Eric and I just watched our faces impassive, though our emotions anything but.
"You mean to tell me, even through torture you were able to lie? Brilliant."
"Of course she did, she really is brilliant." Harry smiled agreeing. Hermione sent back a warm grin at the messy haired boy.
"Of course she is. I just said that didn't I?" Ron was quick to agree, face flushed as if he could not believe anyone would think he disagreed. I felt Eric's pride and it matched mine. To lie under torture that should have driven one insane was no small feat. Though anger was our underlying emotion as we did not believe she should have ever been in such a situation. I was also disgusted at the red heads obvious over affection toward my mate. I wanted to growl at him but Eric did it for me.
"Of course she is." Eric agreed. "She is my daughter." As if it could be any other way with him being her progenitor.
"How'd you get caught anyway?" Bill asked. That is a very good question.
"Snatchers." Whoever those were they would be dead as soon as I got my teeth in their jugulars. How dare they go after my Hermione!
"Did anyone gather our wands?" Hermione asked.
"I did." Harry reassured and Hermione practically sagged in relief. Her hand finally left my arm.
"Alright, well we have plans to make." Hermione told the room at large. "And I am sure you have to get back to your lives." She looked to Eric and myself. No way was I able to leave, and I doubted Eric would leave either. Though he did need to call Pam and tell her to take over his Sheriff duties until he returned. He should also call his Sookie or he would have a very big problem.
"No. I am not leaving you." Eric stated, just as I thought. I nod my head at him when he met my eyes. "Neither is Godric. Not unless you are coming with us." He stated.
"I can't, I cannot just leave Harry and what about the other Muggleborns?"
"Hermione, maybe it would be safer for you if-"
"How dare you Harry Potter!" Hermione shouted leaping to her feet. "If you think for one moment I would abandon you now after all we have been through then you do not know me at all. This is just as much my world as it is yours and I will not have some megalomaniac destroy it when I can fight. Besides you need me, without my mind where would you be?" Both boys winced at this.
"I'm sorry Hermione, I just worry about you. You are my sister."
"Yes, I am."
"You are a warrior." My son states. Pleasure and sadness rushing through our connection. "I cannot deny you when it is in our people's natures to be such. I can however come with you to protect you and I will." Hermione opens her mouth but quickly shuts it as Eric shoots her a look. He really is meant to be a father again.
"We are not exactly traveling hotel to hotel." Harry says.
"It would be problematic to travel with vampires." Ron
"We would be limited to only night travel."
"But it would give us other advantages, Vold-You-Know-Who would never expect it. The snatchers wouldn't be an issue even with Greyback on their team, and this could be the power he knows not." Hermione adds. Ron nods. They both look to Harry. It was fascinating watching the three of them together like this.
"It does sound good. Hermione you work out the logistics. Ron can you add this into our strategies?" Both nodded. Bill looked like he wanted to object but Fleur put her hand on his arm and shook her head. He nodded at her.
"Is there anyway we could help?" He asked instead.
"Actually Bill, what can you tell me about Gringotts security?"
"What are you guys going to eat?" Ron suddenly asked. Eric and I looked at each other.
"There are ways to find humans."
"Not where we travel." Hermione added.
"You object to feeding your father?" He teased.
"Well, no. I guess not." Hermione then looked at me from under her lashes with a slight blush. I smiled a fanged grin at her causing her to get redder. It amused me but disgruntled Eric. Apparently she wouldn't mind feeding me either if I was right in guessing where her thoughts were.
"We will all feed you, it's the least we can do for you helping us." Harry said.
"Speak for yourself mate, no one is feeding off me!" Ron shouted. Hermione glared at him.
"I'm not surprised. You always do take the easiest way out." Her voice was scathing causing Ron to turn red and look away. Huh, apparently there was still more to find out.
"Well alright, but no funny stuff." Ron muttered to us. This amused me. He wasn't my type even when I do go for males for sexual release. Though I much prefer females. Especially when they looked like Hermione with her wild hair, beautiful blue eyes, rose petal cupid bow lips all set in a heart shaped face. And her body. Her curvy body. I could just run my fingers all over it. Her pert breasts, her firm ass, Gods she drove me wild. I snapped out of my lust haze realizing I was staring at her when Eric's glare brought me back to the now.
For the first time in my existence I dropped my eyes from his first in a sign of submission. His anger was pretty high. I suppose it was to much to hope he would accept me feeling such things for his daughter right away. Perhaps he will get used to the idea.
"The bank." Hermione reminded Bill and suddenly he was going over everything he could remember about the bank. Apparently they had dragons, waterfalls, and charms. It was impossible to get into and out of it illegally. But for Harry, Ron, and Hermione, it was apparent they were going to try. And us along with them. Good thing the bank was open 24 hours.