Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Lots of people are worried about Ron being evil due to him eating LOADS of garlic food. He's actually not, and the reason for this will be revealed in a bit. As much as I hate Ron, he is a good guy in this. To Mishi Goshi- thank you for the comment you sent me. I can truthfully say I have never seen anything like it(in a good way). I don't know who John Doe is, so I can't tell you if Percy is like him, and even if I did know I probably wouldn't tell you. Percy is my secret. Don't worry, I always thought sparkling in the sun was stupid, and Harry is not a werewolf. He is a human. Also, Firemnwnb- crap, I seriously thought I had it right! I checked over the chapter before I posted it six times! I am really trying. But for some reason I always miss something! Grr.
Also a poll is up on my account. You can vote for which type of story I should do after I finish one of my current two. The poll will be open until then.
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"Hey Hermione! Where were you last night?" "Yeah, what happened?" Lavender and Parvati both sat down on the seats on either side of her. She glanced over carelessly, and said, "I came in late and got up early. You were asleep. And those spots are for Harry and Ron."
Almost as if called by the sound of his name, Harry appeared at the end of the table. "Hey Mione." He said, putting his books down on the table in front of the seat to Hermione's left. He was humming a muggle tune as he placed his book bag on the floor next to the chair. "Lavender, could you please move?" He asked. Lavender giggled. "Sure Harry. Come on Parvati." With that, the ditsy Griffindor wandered off to the back of the classroom, where she would spend the rest of the hour long class telling her friends that yes, Harry Potter had looked at her, and (surprise surprise) knew her name.
She rolled her eyes. "Hey Harry." He glanced at Lavender over his shoulder and sighed. "Fame is a fickle friend, eh?" He said cheekily, quoting Gilderoy Lockheart. Hermione giggled and rolled her eyes. Harry's eyebrows shot up. He had never heard Hermione giggle before.
Ron plopped down on Hermione's right hand side and Harry immediately started pulling out his books and setting up his cauldron, humming the same muggle tune. Hermione crinkled her nose at the faint scent of garlic on his robes and wondered how she never noticed it.
"Hey Harry. Hey Hermes."
"Ron, please don't call me Hermes."
"Sorry Hermione."Harry leaned around Hermione, pausing his humming to say "Hey Ron. Then he continued on. "What is that song, Harry?" He raised an eyebrow. "Haven't you heard Vance Joy, Riptide? It's stuck in my head. 'Taken away to the dark side, I want to be your left hand man."
She nodded. "Interesting. And yes, I have heard of it." She turned back to her cauldron and failed to see Harry deflate, just a little, before humming an entirely different tune, almost under his breath. He opened his potions book and a slip of folded white parchment fell out.
"What's this?" He plucked up the parchment and unfolded it. "Harry, meet me in the astronomy tower at 6. ~Ginny."
"No way, Ginny?!" Ron whispered across Hermione, who suddenly found herself in the awkward position of sitting in the middle of a conversation.
"Yeah. Wonder what's up."
"Dude, it's the astronomy tower! Guys and girls only go there if they like each other. "
Harry looked doubtful. "I don't know Ron, maybe."
"But Harry won't be going." Hermione jumped in suddenly. "The astronomy tower is strictly off limits, except for classes. The last thing he needs is detention, what with being Quiddich Captain and all."
Ron winced. "D' ya have to run it in Hermione?"
"I didn't mean-"
"Hermione's right, she usually is, but I'm still going. Can't just ditch Ginny. Sorry 'Mione."
Hermione nodded grimly. She understood, but didn't like it. "Alright, but be careful and take the invisibility cloak." He nodded and continued humming the different tune. She missed the Riptide tune.
No one had any time to say anything else as Snape burst in the door, robes billowing behind him. His eyes immediately rested on the Golden Trio, but he couldn't find any reason to take off points.
"The instructions-" Snape said, flicking his wand at the blackboard. "-are on the board. You are making a Draught of Peace. Begin."
Ron and Hermione started grabbing the necessary ingredients, but Harry read through the list.
"Oh, crud." He said softly. "Shit, Hermione-" he put a hand on her shoulder and shook, hard. "Look at the fifth ingredient."
She glanced up.
1.) Dragon skin(one ounce)
2.) beetle eyes(one scoop)
3.) mint leaves(3)
4.) fairy hair(7)
5.) Salamander blood, (1/2 ounce)
She grabbed her water bottle and took a sip, wondering a.) how she was going to get through this class, and b.) what does salamander blood taste like? "I'll just have to resist." She told Harry, who was thumbing through his book. "The Draught of Peace is a sixth year potion. He put it up there on purpose!" She shook her head. She heard someone uncork a bottle of Salamander blood near the back of the room.
Her heart started beating… and her head started throbbing. She took a sip from her water bottle and continued work. The dragon skin shredded to perfection, the fairy hairs at a perfect two inches. She heard Harry mutter next to her, "Bastard."
"Potter, is there something you would like to share with the rest of the class?" Snape said dangerously from behind them where he had been berating Neville. All the Slythrins looked up. Harry whirled in his seat. Three girls yelped. If looks could kill, Snape would be brewing potions in hell. "No. SIR."
Snape glared right back at Harry. "Five points from Griffindor, Potter."
Ron groaned quietly. "Utter Bastard, that one." He said, reaching for his vial of salamander blood. "Ron, don't." Harry said tersely.
"But, Harry…"
"Ron… Don't."
"Harry." Hermione said tiredly, and quietly. "I just need a few drops." Ron said. He uncorked the bottle and began to measure out the correct amount.
It happened rather quickly. About the second Ron put the cork down on the table, Hermione fell off her chair. Her head pounded and everything hurt. "Hermione!" Ron yelled. Snape turned around triumphantly. Harry jumped out of his seat. "You complete and utter bastard!" He yelled at Snape. "This is a sixth year potion, we're fifth years! You knew she couldn't handle it, but no! Put up a potion with blood for today's bloody assignment! You asshole!" He found Hermione's canteen inside her outer cloak and knelt next to her on the floor.
Ron took a glance around the room. Draco Malfoy had a small smirk on his face.
Harry tried to have her drink the contents of the bottle, but after several futile attempts unscrewed it and discovered it was bone dry. He grabbed his potions knife off the table and sliced his hand open, ignoring the gasps of his classmates. Snape was not doing anything to apprehend the situation, rather watching it play out. Harry clasped his bloody hand to Hermione's mouth. Then Harry glared around. "Yeah, she's a vampire. Build a bridge and get over it."
Ron felt his mouth drop. He thought of how Hermione had left the table early today. And how she was freezing yesterday. And her sudden growth spurt. It all made sense.
Hermione returned to consciousness, and Harry and Ron helped her up to the infirmary. Before lunch began, the world would know Hermione Granger was a vampire.
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A Ministry of Magic employee rushed into Fudge's office. "Minister, we have a problem."
Fudge growled. He was trying to brainstorm ideas on how to knock Potter and Dumbledore off their pedestals. "What is it?" He asked.
"Vampire situation in London. They have killed 29 civilians. The muggle Prime Minister wants us to fix this."
Cornelious Fudge nodded. He grabbed his bowler hat and strolled out to assess the damage, ignoring the fact vampires rarely killed, but targeted to turn people.