Blood Sucker

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Chapter 7: On our Own

In the great hall Harry watched Ron stuff his mouth with eggs and bacon. Smiling he went back to his own breakfast until he remembered the note. Pulling it out of his pocket he placed it in front of Hermione and Ron.

" What is it?" Hermione asked noticing the paper.

" I think it's a note," Harry explained. " Found it outside the portrait hole this morning. Get this. It has the Gryffindor password on one side and thanks on the other."

Flipping over the slip of paper Hermione's eyes went wide with shock. She stared at the paper then back at Harry.

" It was lying in front of the portrait hole?" she asked.

Harry nodded slowly.

" Harry this means someone forgot the password and wrote it down," Hermione shook. " What if the vampire got a hold of this?"

Analyzing what Hermione said Ron came to a conclusion.

" So that means I wasn't hallucinating, Malfoy did come into the boys dormitories," Ron blurted out.

Harry shoved Ron into his side.

" Malfoy?" Hermione questioned.

" Ron means Neville probably drop the password," Harry corrected.

Hermione eyed Ron and Harry getting extremely suspicious.

" Are you two hiding something from me?" she asked.

Both boys shook their heads.

"I…

" Harry! Ron! Hermione!" a voice hollered.

The trio turned their direction toward the hysterical screaming. Neville was running toward them. Once he finally made it he placed him self down next to them.

" Neville what is wrong?" Harry questioned.

" Dean," he simply stated.

" What about him?" Hermione questioned.

" He never came down for breakfast," he responded.

The trio looked at each other.


Hermione, Harry, and Ron ran down the hallways of Hogwarts looking for Dean.

" Where did you last see him Neville?" Hermione asked him.

" Well…last night," Neville replied. " To tell you the truth I don't think he ever walked out of the boys dormitories this morning."

"Last night?" Hermione laughed. " That would mean you didn't see him at all this morning."

Neville said nothing.

" You didn't?" she questioned further. " Not at all?"

" No," Neville answered. " I thought maybe that he was somewhere with Seamus. But Seamus was with me so that didn't make sense."

Ron turned to look at Harry.

" Neville, why don't you head to class," Hermione suggested. " We'll think of something."

Neville nodded then turned to head to Transfiguration class.

" Dean is missing or maybe he isn't," Hermione pondered. " Harry and Ron did you see Dean last night?"

Both boys nodded.

" Where did he go?" Hermione thought out loud.

" Hermione, why don't you go to class, you don't want to miss any important information," Harry suggested. " Ron and I will figure this out."

Hermione glared at the two but agreed.

" You both better be in class soon," Hermione warned. " Or I'll come looking."

She disappeared around a corner and was out of sight. Harry frowned slightly. Looking at the note he began to try to piece things together.

" It was Malfoy," Ron summed it up. " Who else. Dean goes missing and Malfoy was in the dormitories last night. The night Dean was there. Then the next morning Dean isn't there and you find that note."

" You possibly are right," Harry sighed. " But where is Dean?"

Ron shrugged. Then suddenly got a sick feeling in his stomach.

" Maybe we should check the Gryffindor tower," Ron offered.

Harry agreed. Both boys headed back upstairs to check the towers. Once they passed the picture of the Fat lady both boys began to search.

" Where do you think he is?" Harry asked Ron.

" I have a feeling," Ron answered.

Ron slowly ambled up the stairs to the boy's dormitories. Opening the door he walked inside. Harry quickly followed.

" I don't see anything Ron," Harry frowned. " Dean isn't up here."

" Turn around," a voice sneered.

Slowly both boys turned around. Malfoy stood there a huge smirk on his face. He held up a pale, lifeless Dean by the robe in his right hand.

" Looking for him?" he cackled.

" You… you…killed Dean," Ron pointed.

" Yes," Malfoy snarled.

" You bloody git," Harry hollered.

" Dean, was such an easy target, " he explained. " He had such sweet, salty warm blood."

Ron became queasy. He doubled over and puked all over the floor.

" Weak stomach Weasly?" Malfoy laughed. " You should be lucky that I spared you last night."

Ron looked up from barfing and stared Malfoy in the eyes. Carelessly Malfoy threw Dean to the floor.

" Malfoy you…

" I what potter?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow. " I was thinking of killing Granger. It would be nice to see her out of the way."

Anger boiled up in Ron's mind. He charged at Malfoy without thought.

With fast vampire reflexes Malfoy moved out of the way. Ron ran into the door. Laughter filled the boys dormitories.

" Well I have to get to class," Malfoy sighed.

Malfoy opened a window then transformed into a bat and disappeared. Ron sat on the floor banging his fists on the ground.
" Poor Dean," Harry frowned.

"Harry, he …

Ron shook with anger.

" Harry what are we going to do?" Ron asked.

" We need to get to class," Harry ignored Ron's question.

" We have to tell Dumbledore!" Ron hollered. " This is becoming serious. Malfoy is killing a person every day."

"I know but isn't that what vampires do to survive?" Harry replied.

"Are you defending him?" Ron eyed his friend.

" No," Harry retorted. " I am just stating a fact."

Ron frowned. The two boys headed down the stairs and made their way to Transfiguration. Once they arrived both opened the door and entered.

" Boys could you both explain why you are late?" McGonagall asked.

Both shook their heads.

" Take your seats please," she answered.

The lesson began slowly.


Ron aimlessly walked through the hallways of Hogwarts. It was a free period for the sixth years and he was thrilled. Harry was in the library trying to finish his essay for charms, so Ron was walking alone. There was a blood- curdling scream from the hall. Running frantically he rounded a corner. There standing in the hall was Hermione. And a few feet or so away was Malfoy.

" You killed him," Hermione pointed a shaky finger at Malfoy. " You're the vampire."

Ron saw Malfoy's head jerk up from the third year he was feeding off of. Wiping blood from his face he smirked. Blood stilled stained his teeth quickly he tried to lick the remaining liquid away. His gaze fell upon Hermione hungrily. Thinking quickly Ron pulled Hermione out of the hall. She was still screaming even when it was only Ron. Tears rolled down her face.

" Hermione, let's go," Ron whispered.

Soon both friends arrived in the library where Harry was just closing his last book. He looked up and saw the distress on Ron's face.

" What happened?" Harry asked concerned.

" Hermione knows," Ron remarked.

Harry's smile changed into a frown.


During Defense Against the Dark Arts the friends talked.

" How long were you two planning to keep this a secret from me?" she demanded.

" Harry, didn't want to tell you," Ron responded. " He doesn't even want to tell Dumbledore."

Hermione shot a glance at Harry.

" I thought it would be better if you didn't know," Harry replied. " Besides how did you figure it out?"

" I saw him Harry," Hermione answered. " Drinking a kid's blood. I heard screaming and I came to the hallway and I saw Malfoy. But I came too late. The kid was dying and there was nothing I could do, so I watched him die."

" Harry, we need to tell Dumbledore," Ron suggested. " This could all go away. Everything could get back to normal soon."

" And then what?" Harry snarled. " We tell Dumbledore. Wow. What a big help. Ron have you forgotten he can't be defeated by magic?"

Ron had forgotten about that problem. He soon had a very depressed expression on his face.

" Harry, stop yelling," Hermione sighed. " We can't start arguing now when there is so much we must do."

Frowning Harry went back to listening to the lesson. After Defense against the dark arts the trio made their way outside to breathe in some fresh air. And they also planned to discuss the events that were occurring.

" You made a deal with Malfoy that you wouldn't tell anyone about him?" Hermione asked. " Why?"

" Hermione, Harry had to Malfoy was real close to killing me," Ron added.

" I understand, but…I still think we should tell Dumbledore," Hermione sighed. " He needs to know."

" Hermione, we can't," Harry pointed out. " Malfoy means tell no one. Who knows what can happen if we break that rule. I mean Malfoy tried to kill Ron yesterday for trying to tell you."

Ron nodded frightfully.

" It was frightening," Ron gulped. " That Malfoy is a psycho. I'm so sure if Harry hadn't come in time I probably would have been…been…

" Dead," Hermione finished his sentence.

" Exactly," Ron exclaimed.

Hermione looked into the bright blue sky. Sighing she took deep breaths trying to rid herself of the current situation they were in. It seems they were in a long twisting maze not getting close to a solution or one that worked.

" Wait!" Hermione remarked. " That note you found. It had the password on it right?"

Harry nodded.

" Who gave Malfoy the password to get in?" Hermione asked.

" Easy answer," Ron responded. " It wasn't given to him. Neville probably dropped it and Malfoy must have gotten a hold of it."

" Like the third year remember?" Harry reminded, but then stopped to think about Sirius.

" We should ask Neville," Hermione said.

The trio got up and began their search for Neville. They found him talking with Seamus. The look on Neville's face was ghastly as if he had seen a terrifying beast.

" Neville, may we have a word," Hermione asked.

" Sure,"

They took him aside.

" Did you write your password down on this slip of paper?" Harry asked handing it to Neville.

" No," Neville declined. " I don't write down the password anymore. Not after what happened in the third year."

" Are you sure you didn't forget that you wrote it down and let's say lost it!" Ron shouted glaring.

" No,"

The friends thought carefully.

" Okay Neville you can go," Hermione smiled.

" Hermione," Neville asked.

" Yes,"

" We found Dean," he frowned.

Neville walked off with Seamus who too looked pale. Both boys disappeared down the hall. Hermione turned to the boys looking at them confused.

" What does he mean found Dean?"

Ron and Harry sighed.


Feet frantically ran up the stairs of the boys dormitories. Hermione burst through the door and gasped.

" Why didn't you tell me?" she cried. " Why?"

" You saw that boy die right before you're eyes Hermione," Ron reminded. Remember you told us. We couldn't tell you there was another death."

" This is getting out of control," she grumbled. " We have to tell Dumbledore."

She ran down the stairs and out of the portrait hall. Ignoring all the stares she continued to push pass everyone. Harry and Ron tried to keep up. Professor McGonagall was spotted on the other side of the hall, so Hermione went up to her.

" Do you know where Pro. Dumbledore is?" she asked hurriedly.

" In his office," she answered. " Anything wrong Mrs. Granger?"

" No… actually yes," Hermione replied. " We have some information on the vampire."

McGonagall 's eyebrow rose instantly. She seemed to be interested by what Hermione said. Harry slapped his hand to his head.

" The vampire?" McGonogall asked again.

" Yes, could we please see Pro. Dumbledore,"

She nodded and led them to the statue of the bird. Once the password was said the three climbed up the stairs to Dumbledore's office. Knocking on the door they waited for a reply.

" Harry, Hermione, and Ron what brings you here?" he asked.

" Headmaster! We need to tell you who the vampire is," she blurted out.

" No we don't," Harry laughed. " We came to ask you about qudditch. Right Ron?"

Ron looked at the floor.

" Please seat down," he offered.

With a flick of his wands three chairs placed themselves in front of Dumbledore's desk. The friends sat down quickly.

" You want to tell me who it is?" he asked eyeing them.

" Yes headmaster," Hermione explained. " I just found out today."

Dumbledore nodded readjusting his glasses.

" Harry and Ron knew all along though," Hermione glared.

" You boys have been keeping secrets?" he asked.

Ron and Harry lowered their heads.

"Sorry headmaster," they replied.

" We wanted to keep you and Hermione safe," Harry responded. " Magic doesn't work on vampires and we just thought…

" Ah yes, vampires are magic resistant," Dumbledore interrupted. " Have always been."

" Anyway the vampire is Malfoy!" she shouted tired of the anticipation.

" Mr. Malfoy," he scratched his chin. " This is news."

" What are you going to do?" Hermione asked.

" For now you three need to keep this secret a secret for a little longer," he ordered. " We don't want to freak anyone out."

" Headmaster everyone is already freaked out," Hermione rambled. " More kids are dying. Malfoy is bound to get tired of drinking one kid's blood a day. He could decide to kill a whole group at a time."

Ron shivered at thought of Malfoy leading a group of unknowing kids into a room and killing them all at once. The idea of that every happening was a creepy thought.

" Mrs. Granger I assure we will find a solution to all of this," he smiled. " But for now you must keep this all a secret. Now if you excuse me I have some work to do."

The trio exited the headmaster's office. Hermione was glowing red.

" I can't believe he wants us to keep it all a secret," she hollered. " I mean people need to be warned."

" Dumbledore got a point," Harry added.

Hermione whirled around and glared at Harry.

" What?"

" I was just saying if we start warning people then they will start avoiding him," Harry informed. " He will start to wonder why? Also he will notice that his food supply is dangerously low and he could get even more angrier."

" So you are saying we should leave Malfoy to kill as much people as he pleases?" she mumbled.

" No not exactly," Harry explained. " Dumbledore did say he would do something about I, but until then we have to tell no one."

" Well, if we do nothing and tell no one then more will die," she growled.

Hermione turned on her heel and stomped down the corridor. Ron stared in confusion.

" What just happened?" Ron asked.

" I don't know," Harry sighed. " I don't know."


Dinner finally rolled around and Hermione was nowhere to be seen. Harry and Ron began to worry. Turing to the front Harry noticed that Dumbledore wasn't among the teachers at the front table. McGonagall stood up and tapped her glass.

" There is an announcement I must share with you all," she boomed.

" Professor Dumbledore has gone away to a meeting for the next two weeks and all problems and questions should be taken to me. That will be all."

Students went back to talking and eating. Harry had a shocked look on his face. Ron expression mirrored Harry's.

" Did you hear that?" Ron asked still shocked.

" Yes," Harry sighed.

" Does this mean we're on our own?" Ron asked.

Harry didn't know, but he glanced over at the Slytheran table. Malfoy wore a satisfied grin on his face. Harry tore away from Malfoy's stare and went back to eating his dinner.

" Harry does this mean that we're all going to die?" Ron asked.

Again Harry didn't know, but this time Harry was sure Malfoy was looking over at Ron and him. He was also sure that Malfoy was licking his fangs. He wanted to know if the people around him saw that Malfoy had fangs, but Harry guessed not.

" One thing I do know Ron," Harry frowned turning back to look at Ron.

" We have to lock our door tonight."

After the statement Harry made, Ron became paler. He understood what Harry was saying. Ron wanted to know why did Dumbledore go to a meeting at a time like this and if he did come back would their still be students in Hogwarts or would there be nothing but silence.


End of chapter seven.