In a large room under the school.

"No buts about it, you all were all caught fighting and thus you are given detention," he looked at them all. "I'm quit ashamed of some of you," and with that the chairman left the room.

"Did he just glare at you?" asked Draco looking at Hermione.

"Miss. Perfect Score? Probably," said Shiki looking around the room lazily..

"Does everyone know about that?" asked Hermione.

"You told Ichijou," stated Yori.

Hermione was about to nod but then said "How do you know?"

"Hermione, I'm supposed to be your body guard, I'll be happy to say I've been guarding," Yori countered.

"Guarded from what?" asked Kaname.

"Just because we all know what you are and could easily guess, doesn't mean we're going to tell you so easily," said Dean putting his case down. "This is a really weird detention, how long do we have to stay here?"

"Five days," replied Yuki.

"Please don't remind me," whined Hannah looking over the long table where they were going to have to sit.

"Oh, goody. While we were getting packed for our adventure someone put name tags where we were going to sit, how thoughtful," said Megan. "Who's Ichijou?"

"That would be me," he said waving happily. Her face fell, he's a vampire? She looked over at Hermione, who shrugged. They all went to their seats grumbling, everyone tensed when they saw Kaname, and Yori looking at each other venomously as they had to sit next to each other. Pulling their chairs out they sat down. Most of them brought work to do while they were in detention. Hermione started working on all the files that Pansy had sent along with other papers. She looked up and caught Harry's eye, she folded a piece of paper, she was just writing on, into an origami butterfly, lifting it in both her hands she blew softly on it. The wings started fluttering and went over to Harry. Draco looked at her.

"I wonder where you got that idea from," he said smirking.

"Don't get any ideas, Malfoy," she said back. He was still smirking as his hand went under the table, "Don't you..." she was cut off as her chair flipped backwards, the Blacks' specialty was with wandless magic. Draco's mother had taught him well before she died.

"Ouch," was the only thing that was heard. The people next to her, Ichijou, and on her other side was a vampire with dirty blonde hair who was taller then the rest, both were staring at her as she lay on the floor.

"Hermione, don't do anything rash," said Megan who was on the other side of Ichijou, she then received a glare.

Harry had long since finished reading the note and was sending notes between Draco, Balise, Dean, and Ron, Seamus was sleeping at this point. The others were just watching as they were making decisions. Yori had brought along a couple of decent sized books and was reading them trying her best to ignore the people on either side of her whom happened to be Kaname and Yuki.


Five hours later Hermione looked up from her papers and duly noted that most everyone was asleep. She got up and walked to the bathroom to change, coming out she grabbed her ipod and started doing yoga. Why am I so restless? I can't sit still for very long and when I'm not doing something I have to be doing something. Ugh, ever since that night I can't not do nothing. The soft trill of a violin could be heard coming from her ipod as she was now bent in half, her body doing a backbend as if it were nothing. Back at the table Yori had an eye on Hermione and the other, well it was not on Hermione. Hermione went into a handstand and was perfectly still, Touga came into the room and looked at her while handing the night class their solvents in which they were to pour in their pills. Megan's nostrils flared and she looked sick, she had just woken up from her slumber with the smell.

"That's gross,' she said. Everyone looked at her. She turned and noticed Hermione whom was now in plank position. "What is she doing?"

"Yoga," replied Yori. A few minutes later what looked to be mail started coming from the ceiling, the ceiling tile itself had been broken through. That's when Hermoine came over and picked some up. One was labeled open immediately.

"Hermione are you okay?" asked Draco.

Everyone looked from him to her, she looked at him as in saying 'what do you mean?'

"Well when you look paler then the leeches, it may be a hint something is wrong. But its just a guess," he said looking at her.

"I just have a headache," she said not lying. There was a pressure building up and her breath was coming uneasily. She reached up to wipe her eyes and took her hand away and noticed that it was red. Now she felt the warm liquid coming from her eyes and nose. She started freaking out which made the effort to breath even harder. She started coughing and again the scarlet liquid was present. She was scared to death, she couldn't breath it felt like her lungs were tearing themselves apart. She was about to collapse when she felt arms around her and pick her up. She clutched at his shoulders, her knuckles were white from her hold. She was shaking, Am I dying? Is it possible? I guess so, I've never felt this before. Who is holding me? She slowly looked up and saw a pair of rust colored eyes. She knew him to be a vampire, part of what seemed to be the pureblood's inner court. Her breathing was very labored and it now took concentration. I'll never be able to see my mum again, that thought was forcing her to remember what she looked like. Trying to remember her before the bandages. She felt her heart beat slowing. NO! She started crying which was even more blood. She could feel the sticky substance on the sides of her neck, she guessed that it was coming from her ears. She could hear people screaming.

"When has she last ate?" she couldn't recognize the voice.

"I don't think she has!" yelled another.

"What should we do?" yelled a feminine panicked voice.

"I'm calling Integra!" shouted someone who must've been Dean.

"What should we feed her?" asked a male she figured must've been Harry.

That's when she felt it, a huge what could only be described as an explosion in her chest. Like the muscles and fibers of her being her being tearing themselves away. She was feeling cold when she felt warmth on lips. She barely recognized it as a kiss, she was about to say something when she felt something slip inside her mouth, she knew it was a tongue and with a slick substance on it. She could feel the liquid dripping into her mouth her gums ached as her teeth changed, she began to kiss back with fervor. Trying to get as much of the substance as she could, she felt her teeth scrape against the foreign tongue and sucked as more blood came from that. Though she knew her body was going to reject it at any moment. She didn't care that everyone was watching. She was technically betraying whatever she was, but the burning, the tearing and exploding that was going on inside her wasn't felt. Right there she only felt iron-y liquid flow down into her and it felt amazing. As suddenly as it started it stopped and all she remembered seeing was red. What she felt was totally different from what she had experienced previously. Now it really felt as if her insides were trying to run out of her body. That's when she passed out from the pain.


She woke up a few hours later. The light straining her eyes, she turned her head. She felt dizzy and was barely able to stand up to make it to the bathroom in time. Someone help me, was the only thought going through her head. Not even a second later she felt someone pull her hair back and she was able to grip the toilet with both her hands. A few minutes later she was looking at what looked to be tissue, and other organs. She was crying.

"What am I?" she whispered being passed a cup of water which she used to clean out her mouth. She leaned her head back to have it hit something. She sighed and moved forward a little when she was pulled back onto it. She could tell that it was someone's chest. She quieted down and she could hear a strong heartbeat in the person behind her. Turning her attention to her own she was surprised to barely even hear it.

"Are you ready to go back out there?" the voice was clearly male and all she could do was nodd. He easily got up and held out his hand toward her. She accepted and was pulled up, after he was certain that she could walk on her own he headed out the bathroom.

"Wait," she said, he turned and looked at her. She held out her hand and said "I'm Hermione, but you know that already, what is your name?" He smiled at her.

"Akatsuki Kain," he said shaking her hand. He opened the door and she was greeted by everyone.

"Are you okay?" asked Yori. She was standing between Hermione and Kain until someone pushed Seiren toward Yori and she moved so the girl wouldn't touch her. Kain ended up catching her. Balise had brought her stuff over to her and the look he gave her meant 'take a shower now'. Which she found rude but figured that she needed it. Once again she was in the bathroom and she looked at her face, it was a sight to behold. The dried blood was caked in her hairline. She thought she looked scary with her paling features and the brown of the dried blood on her. Her tongue flicked her teeth and they were once again normal. She took off her shirt to reveal where the rivers of blood had flowed. At least I'm still not hungry, she thought bitterly. Never would she give into the bloodlust that her kind felt, that she had yet to feel. She looked at how small she had become. She was no longer considered normal. She felt sick looking at her self. No fat anywhere on her body and she looked at her stomach which was flat and noticed that her ribs looked as if they constricted. Good weight loss plan for the anorexic. I don't look like I can lift anything. She pulled her pants down her boney hips and turned on the shower removing all articles of clothing.


Outside the bathroom.

They had all sat back down either at the long table or in lounge like area that was in front of a western styled fireplace. The door opened and in came a black haired female.

"Pansy? What are you doing here?" asked Balise.

"I have some more papers for Hermione that needed to be handed to her in person. Jealous that I came to see her?" asked Pansy.

"Not really, if you came to see me I would wonder if I looked like a girl," was his smooth reply.

"Maybe you need to barrow a mirror," came the growl that came from Pansy's mouth.

"Would you guys stop arguing?" asked Neville who was now making himself known.

"What is the information that you need to give her?" asked Harry. "Professor McGonagol has been abducted. I don't know how long she's been gone mostly. I don't think it was her that suggested Hermione come to this school. Which means, that something has happened to the core of the order. I think it would be best to pass around information to the outter members more then the inner ones. There has been a huge breach if the imposter was given access to all of our information. I'm having George look into the information. To see if anything was looked at. Harry you do know how many there are right?" she looked at the dark haired boy. He shook his head. "I heard there was six. One of them is his snake. The diary was destroyed and the locket. I don't know what you think but I'm putting my trust in the note that said it was found and destroyed. That leaves three we don't know anything about."

"So you're waiting for Hermione to get out of the shower so she can?" Balise was looking at her and moving his hands in a circular pattern.

"I'll giving Hermione the notes and she'll be able to tell us what to do, after contacting the others."

"I think we should check in on Ginny and Luna," this was Neville who looked up from staring at the floor.

"Why? That would be in direct violation of our codes," said Pansy.

"I have this really bad feeling, I don't know how to describe it," they all looked at him and didn't do anything. His ideas were usually based on worries, so they left it.

Hermione came out of the bathroom. She was wearing black shorts. Knee high socks with black candy cane strips and a white long sleeved shirt.

"Pansy?"

And so the explanation began once again.


Meanwhile... back in Voldie's castle.

"I've got a jar of dirt! I've got a jar of dirt! And guess what's inside?"

Lucious Malfoy looked at Voldemort who was currently swinging a flask of firewhiskey and running around with one of Snape's bottles that he happened to fill with kitty litter. The blonde sighed. Damned movies!