Bella almost flinched when Granger snapped the heavy metal door closed behind her. Even after all the time she'd spent hiding in caves, the reality of being sealed inside a small sterile room brought back too many bad and painful memories.
Bella took a deep breath and stared at the boy for a moment, he looked so peaceful. Why would you want to wake up such a handsome man just to have him see what the world he left had turned into? Slowly she made her way to stand beside the steel bench; kneeling down beside the boy she brushed some of his black messy hair away from his scar.
There it was, the reason her ex-master had lost his power. She traced it with the tip of her finger, and shivered. This boy was beyond powerful, she knew. She had felt it when she had fought him on multiple occasions. He had the sheer physical power but at the time he was untrained and unskilled to wield it. B somehow he still defeated the Dark Lord. He was The-Boy-Who-Lived. And yet, here he was helpless… Comatose.
It would be so easy…
"Hello Harry. It's Bella here…" She felt like an idiot, she didn't even know if he could hear her! "I know you must hate me for what I did to Sirius but… I hadn't meant for him to fall through the veil. I only hit him with a stunner…" Bella shrugged and made vague gestures with her clawed hands. "Harmless, really." She sighed.
Why was she defending herself?
"Your friends…" She paused and glanced back at the locked door. "They want me to help you. They have told me that they have tried everything else, you see. I'm their final option." Bella whispered, and forced herself to look back to the unconscious boy.
"Once you wake you must promise not to lash out at me… I am truly a prisoner to them." This thought filled her with sadness; she had found some kind of happiness before Weasley had turned up.
Slowly, Bella lowered her hood, exposing her face to the dim blue glow of Harry's room. Her lips were black, her skin a light grey-blue colour, made almost luminescent by the lights. Strange twisting markings started on her cheeks and over her eyelids disappearing at the neck of her cloak. Her eye's glowed and reflected the low light of the room, appearing as a metallic blue.
Her lips parted exposing her clean white teeth, her K9's on the top and bottom were larger than the rest but all where sharpened to a point. She paused for a moment; she had never tried this before. Bella wasn't even sure if it could be done! She looked over the young man's body, the last time she saw him he was a bloody broken mess. She could still see the scars; she traced them down his arm. She knew she was procrastinating, delaying the moment when she would bite him and re-make him.
Her bite would scar, she knew, and it would not be a delicate mark like that of a Vampire. No, her bite reflected more of her wolfen side. Her pointed serrated teeth sunk deep into the boys shoulder, as she ripped into the boy. His sweet, hot blood flooded her mouth. It was exquisite, perhaps the best she'd ever tasted; but there was another flavour there. It was bitter, sour and oily and Bella had to force herself not to pull away. It must have been the taint of the potion.
Bella pressed herself down more firmly urging herself to continue past the flavour of the potion and begun the trade, his blood for her venom. This would make him the only other half-breed wizard-were-vamp in existence.
Bella could only hope it would not kill him.
Draco leaned forward and stared at his dangling feet. This was it, all they had been working towards. Years of research, fighting and hiding was about to finally come to an end. But it was anyone's guess if it would mean the end of Voldemorts rein as well.
"I hope this works," Draco muttered, while sitting on the kitchen table. He sighed and reclined back, his hands lifted and crossed behind his head. Ron glanced up at him from his place leaning against the doorframe and shook his head. It seemed like Weasley was feeling just as helpless.
The sound of Hermione's brisk footsteps shattered the oppressing silence. Within seconds she had entered the kitchen, glanced between the two melancholy men and huffed. "Draco!" She snapped, "Get off the table!" She said, slapping him lightly on the shoulder as she passed him.
Draco slipped off the table and stared at the muggle-born. She began filling the kettle with water and setting out three tea cups. "Is she…" Draco hesitated.
"Yes." Hermione whispered, as she unnecessarily tidied the kitchen. The silence that stretched on was awkward and oppressive, only broken by the whistle of the kettle as the water boiled.
Ron cast a look at Draco, then Hermione. "What he did to her… She's not human…" He looked down at the ground and shuddered.
"It is true then." Draco said coming to stand next to Hermione and helping her serve the tea. "She is no longer a pure-blood?"
Ron just nodded, his eyes glazed over. "While we were traveling… I saw her feed. It's not pretty." He gagged at the memory.
…tbc