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Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Blade and BtVS not mine….
Chapter Nine
The Cure
The warehouse was extremely large, though support beams and equipment littered the flooring area obstructing the over all view. Cement covered the floors through out. And ever sound was amplified, echoing eerily. Towards the center there was an open area with racks lining the walls with many different kinds of equipment, some of which included: Swords, explosives, guns and other dangerous weapons. Suddenly the stillness of the room was interrupted by a loud cracking sound and a bright orange flash. It seemed as though a tear through the fabric of space was created before three individuals feel to the ground. A fourth landed gracefully next to them in a calm but rigid position.
He immediately grabbed the young girl that seemed to be going in and out of consciousness. He hefted her into his arms easily and carried her over to a chair that looked like its better days were spent in a dentist office. Carefully but securely, he strapped her down. She could only moan.
"Blade!" Harry shouted. It carried easily through the warehouse. At this point the second woman on the floor began to stir. Seeing the shape her husband was in she cried out.
"Please my husband… He's hurt!" She screamed frantically. Harry looked in her direction for a brief moment before going back to readying the treatment for the girl.
"Please," She sobbed, "Help him!"
"He'll live," said a cold voice from the second level, "but she won't if we don't help her now." He finished while making his way down the stairs in confident steps.
"Blade." Harry gave an uncharacteristic smile of relief.
"How long?" Blade asked.
"About two hours." Harry answered. Blade shook his head.
"She's tasted blood. You should of killed her." Harry didn't answer, but met Blade's accusing stare. Blade nodded. "Hold her down." Blade commanded. Harry complied instantly. Carefully Blade took the unused needle from the tray to the side of the chair and filled it with a blue liquid from a tiny bottle. There was barely enough to fill the needle. Blade gave Harry a meaningful look, to which Harry accepted with one in return. Pushing the needle into her artery, Blade injected the cure. The girl bucked off the table and gave a silent cry of pain.
"Love those silencing charms." Blade smirked. Harry just nodded. The second woman could only watch in horror.
"What's going on?" She asked. Harry shot her a glare.
"You're trying to tell me you don't know?" The woman shook her head negatively. "Why would they send two death eaters and a vamp to kill you if you didn't?" Harry asked rhetorically. She again shook her head.
"Hermione," she said gesturing to the girl, "said something about death eaters, but she rarely talks to us anymore." Harry grew angry with the lack of information stalked close to the woman before pulling out his wand.
"Legilemency!" He commanded. He easily made her way threw her mind finding everything he needed. He was slightly surprised to see, though she had no walls, her mind was very organized.
"Your telling the truth then." Harry stated. He wanted to scream. For the last five or so years he had been unable to gleam anything from Voldemort's mind. Now all his information was coming from the Daily Prophet, and he hated the Daily Prophet. Of course, there was the occasional death eater they caught, but Voldemort was keeping his cards close to his chest. The location of the club was the most valuable info he had gleamed in months. Of course it was a fairly high ranking death eater. Lucius Malfoy. Of course he was dead now. Harry was broken from his train of thoughts by Blade.
"I'll bring her up to the room. Take care of the husband." He said. Harry nodded. He walked over to the man who was covered in blood. He was shaking and mumbling to himself. Harry summoned a healing drought and force fed the man. He now looked better but was still shaking nervously. Harry performed a few more healing spells on the open wounds before putting him to sleep. Carefully, he levitated the man over to the vacated chair and sat him down. Looking back at the now still mother he finally eased her worries.
"He'll be fine." She nodded.
"What about my Hermione." 'Hermione', Harry thought.
"We'll see. Let me get you settled in a room."
After the Grangers were settled, Harry went to his room so meditate. It was a 10' by 12' room, which was more than enough for Harry. Traveling around the world hunting vampires and…. other things, he had grown used to sleeping where ever was available. Caves, under bridges, on roofs, and his least favorite sewers, he slept where ever best fit the mission he was on. So he actually felt slightly out of place with a full sized bed that even had a comforter. Pillows were a luxury; hell a bed was a luxury. The room was almost completely bare except for the few pieces of furniture. The only thing that could be considered a decoration was the pillow which sat on top of an oriental rug. That is where once again Harry found himself. However, he was unable to completely center himself. His thoughts were plagued by the brunette whom he would have to kill in the morning if she wasn't strong enough to resist immortality. In his travels there had been woman, but he had never allowed himself to be close to them. He wasn't trying to hurt anyone. They knew that he wouldn't commit, and they all shared similar sentiments. So of course he found it strange after all these years in only a few minutes he found himself consumed with thought of a young woman he didn't even know. He was drawn from his thoughts as his door opened and Blade strolled in. This was common. They shared no secrets knocking wasn't necessary.
"We need to talk." Blade said getting straight to the point. Harry nodded.
"I know." Blade sighed a looked about for a place to sit. Harry seeing this quickly conjured a stool for Blade wandlessly. Blade raised an eyebrow as he sat down.
"It's getting easier with practice." He answered the unasked question. "I still can't do many combat spells. Creating seems easier than destroying when it comes to wandless magic." Blade nodded.
"Keep practicing." Harry nodded. "You brought the whole family." Blade stated. "Why?"
Harry sat still for a moment asking himself the same question. "Voldemort wants them dead." Blade nodded.
"He wants a lot of people dead." Blade prodded for more.
"There's something…" Harry sighed. "She must be part of the order." Harry and Blade had been keeping tabs on the order of the phoenix through one Severus Snape for quite some time. "Severus said something about a no-it-all mudblood. He said she was going to get herself killed."
"She probably did." Blade answered. Harry looked down to cover his expression. Blade still sensed it. "At least she has a chance." Blade did his best to comfort. Harry nodded.
"If…. If she lives she'll be very useful to us. She'll be another spy for the order and we can use her at Hogwarts." Blade nodded.
"Her parents?" Blade asked.
"I'll set them up somewhere under the Fidelius." Harry sighed. Blade nodded his acceptance.
The next morning as the sun began to rise, Harry could swear time stopped. He, in a daze, had set up the Grangers back at their house during the night after securing the area. Even the bit of complex magic such as the Fidelius spell, wasn't enough to brake him from his trance. All he could think about was deep brown eyes filled with pain. After which he contacted Severus Snape for a report on what the order knew. Apparently, Hermione had been working with the order on certain projects. Mostly small stuff: com devices that worked in high magical areas, a bit of charm work here and there, but there wasn't anything that would make her stick out on the radar. Now he sat silently watching. Waiting to see whether with the sun would rise a new demon. He briefly wondered if this was how Blade felt when he was the one being watched over. If it was he owed another big fat 'Sorry' or at least a 'whoops.' The first beams of sun penetrated the dusty windows. As the sun rose Harry watched with lead in his stomach as the light moved from the floor to the legs of the chair Hermione was spread out on. The sun continued to illuminate the building. Finally it touched her ever so slightly.
"Ohhh." She moaned. Harry sighed and took out his sword incase she made a run for it. However, as the sun continued to rise she showed no signs of physical pain. Harry leaned closer from his vantage point. She didn't look to be on fire.
"Five more minutes mum?" Hermione asked while giving off a yawn. Harry actually laughed; a great laugh full of joy. Hermione's eyes shot open in shock. As she acclimated to her surroundings she blushed furiously in realization. She couldn't even meet Harry's gaze. After getting over the shock her curiosity out weighed her embarrassment. She fired off a million questions some that made Harry nervous.
"Your parents are at home and fine. I've placed them under the Fidelius, so no one will find them." Hermione's brow knotted in concentration and she nodded satisfied as she realized she had no idea where she lived. "Sides I'm the one doing the questioning. I saved your life remember?" Harry asked rhetorically. "Now why the bloody hell aren't you a vampire?"
AN: And you really hate me don't you. Short I know…. Oh well at lest you didn't't have to wait as long. See ya soon.
