Hermione lifted her shirt ignoring looks from Draco and Blaze. She ripped off the clear wrap, and vanished it. Then she held her wand to her skin and healed her runes. Her ribs felt much better after that, she did one last spell to remove the ointment, and fixed her shirt feeling as good as new.

'I like them, their sexy.' Blaze was staring, Draco elbowed him. 'Why do you still look like that Granger?'

'You think I should apparate in looking like myself Zabini?' She gave him a look letting him know he asked a stupid question. When the sky was getting dark she ate her last candy to change her scent. 'Make sure Eric know's not to come. I'll be back at the tent before he could get here. And make sure he brings blood, or TruBlood. Okay, I'm going I'll see you in a couple minutes.' They both looked like they didn't want to leave her, this made her smile. 'I'll be fine, go.'

She apparated into Godric's cell, and listened before moving a muscle. She heard nothing and turned to look at Godric himself. He was so very beautiful, even covered in dirt and dried blood. Hermione rushed over to him and started unwrapping the silver chains quickly, and quietly. He opened his emerald green eyes and looked at her... everything changed, the whole world shifted- she saw her future in his eyes. She knew she would do anything for him, and if someone came in trying to hurt him she knew she would kill them without question. Her heart nearly exploded it swelled with so much love. She leaned forward and touched his face, before pulling back like she had been burned.

'Fuck!' She whispered. He opened his mouth to try and speak but she told him to, 'be quiet.'

She moved as fast as she could, trying her best not to look at him, she was beyond angry. Yet she still wanted to touch his face. She scolded herself for such foolish thoughts, and told herself over and over, 'it's not real, it's just fairy magic, I will fix this.' Some how she would find a way. It's just her luck she thought, as she felt his eyes, so much like Harry's- on her. Do something nice and save someone only to have her worst fear come true and imprint. She was glad however that the imprint did not take away her love for Harry. She loved him just as much as she did ten minutes ago. Only now she loved Godric as well- for now, she reminded herself yet again. Once the last chain fell she grabbed his wrist, ignoring the gooseflesh the touch of his skin gave her and apparated into her bedroom. She levitated him onto her bed and started looking him over avoiding his face, and ignoring the fact he was shirtless. His skin was grey, the silver she thought. She wanted to hunt Victor Madden down and burn him where he stood. Her door flew open and Eric, Pam, Draco, and Blaze rushed in. Hermione had to stop herself from cursing each of them for getting to close to Godric. Draco handed her the potions she asked for. She conjured a knife and steeled herself before slicing open Godric's arm.

'What are you doing?' Eric hissed at her, she narrowed her eyes at him.

'I have to get the silver out of his blood- now shut up or leave.'

Draco and Blaze left the room not wanting to be around when the starved vampire is no longer immobile because of silver poison. Eric may have promised to keep Hermione safe but that didn't help Blaze or Draco. She put her hand over the gash and said a few words when she pulled her hand away it was covered in the silver. Hermione cast a spell vanishing it. And started looking him over again, she cast another spell to remove all the dirt and blood, his skin was losing the grey color and turning pale. So she got all the silver out. That was good she didn't think she could bare to cut him again. Pam took a step closer, and Hermione looked at her with murder in her eyes. This startled Pam and confused Eric.

'Why will you not look at me my mate? Tell me- what is your name?' His voice was cracked from being starved. Yet it still sent chills down her spine. Eric's and Pam's jaws hit the floor in shock.

'I am not your mate, now be quiet.' Eric walked closer holding up the six pack of TruBlood. He hoped that would save him from Hermione cursing him.

'He doesn't need that.' Eric was about to object, he had no idea the last time Godric fed, but then Hermione took the knife and slit her wrist. Shocking both vampires, she shoved it at his mouth. Thankfully the candy from George was still working- other wise she would have three vampires on her. She let him drink while looking away. Eric started to worry Godric would take to much.

'Hermione-' It was the first time he called her by her name since he introduced her to Pam.

'It's fine Eric,' she drank a vial of potion. 'It's Blood-Replenishing potion.' Godric pulled away for just a second.

'Hermione.' He repeated, her back stiffened- she still would not look at him.

Once he had enough he released her arm, she drank another potion and left the room after healing herself without another word. Now that he was out of danger her panic increased a hundred fold. She ran to the sitting room. Draco and Blaze looked up at her, she looked terrified, and she was muttering to herself. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!' She yelled.

'Whats wrong Granger?' They both asked at the same time she continued to talk to herself.

'Niall, I need Niall, and Kingsley- there maybe something in the Department of Mysteries.' She waved her hand and the cell phone Niall had given her flew into the room. She opened it and scrolled to his number. A woman answered on the second ring. 'I need the Prince.'

'Who's calling?'

'His daughter.' She was getting impatient.

'Can I have him call you back?'

'No! I need him now! Tell him to come here, it's an emergency.' She hung up on the woman and walked to the fire place, she threw a pinch of floo powder in and kneeled sticking her head in the flames. 'Minster's office! Kingsley! Kingsley! Oh thank the gods- I need you here! No now!' She backed out of the flames and started pacing, by this point Draco and Blaze were seriously alarmed. Draco walked up to her and put his hands on her shoulders to stop her pacing.

'What's going on Granger?'

'Draco! Of course! You were probably read Dark Arts book's as bed time stories!' Before she could make her point Kingsley came out of the fire looking very worried.

'Hermione what is it? Whats wrong?!'

'Kingsley is there anything in the DoM about breaking imprints?' Realization dawned on all their faces. 'There's a room containing pure love- surly someone has done some research along the way! There must be something- anything!' Her eye's were pleading with him.

'I'm sorry Hermione but no..' Before she could tell him he must be mistaken, or he could finish his sentence, Niall arrived.

'What is it Dear one?' He looked at his distressed daughter.

'There has to be away to break it please, old magic- fairy magic- any kind of magic.' Niall was confused.

'What are you talking about child?' Sookie walked in the front door as Eric, Pam, and a healthy looking Godric came from her bedroom.

'An imprint please! There has to be a way!' She dropped to her knees in front of her father. 'There has to be a way to break it, please, please, please!' Niall rubbed her head.

'You know there is not. Besides do you realize how Dark a spell would have to be to break an imprint?'

'I don't care! I don't care what kind of magic it is!' Draco, Blaze and Kingsley, who had known Hermione for years could not believe they just heard her say such a thing.

'You don't mean that Hermione, you would never use the Dark Arts.' She ignored Kingsley.

'Blood magic then, their's a spell to break a blood bond between a vampire and a human. That might work.' Sookie looked up.

'A blood bond is nothing compared to a imprint and you know it child. An imprint is true love, it can not be broken.' Hermione stood turning her back on all of them, she had to think.

'Besides Blood Magic is illegal.' She looked back at Kingsley.

'I don't care if it's illegal- if it works you can put me in Azkaban for as long as you like!'

'If you wish it I will walk into the sun.' She stopped mid pace, and turned to look at him.

'Godric-' Eric was stiff.

'For her happiness I would do anything- she is my mate Eric.' Eric nodded at him and turned pleading eyes to a very pale Hermione. She felt like her knees would give out, she sucked in a breath, him dying was unthinkable.

'I don't understand how she is resisting. I've never seen anything like it.' Niall was confused it was nearly impossible to separate a newly imprinted fairy from their imprint.

'No offense sir, but you've never met a fairy with Gryffindor stubbornness before.' She shot Blaze a look that would have him in the ground if looks could kill.

Godric walked up to her ignoring them all. He looked at her, and was saddened by the desperation and pain on her face. He had waited almost three thousand years for her, and all she wanted was a way to get away from him. Even tho she saved him.

'Is it your wish my love?'

He tried to touch her but she moved away. She looked up at him- emerald green eyes, black hair, about the same hight. It was to much she broke down, and she cried. Godric caught her and carried her to a seat, he put her down knowing she would not want him touching her any longer than necessary, he kneeled in front of her. She cried for herself, because she couldn't take anymore- She cried for Godric, and the hurt look she put on his face, she hated herself for it- She cried for Harry, for the guilt she felt at such an awful betrayal. She had just made vow's to him two days ago, and now she had love for another man. Draco walked up to her, he put his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him.

'Hermione, do you trust me?' He held out a flask to her. Kingsley stepped forward about to stop her from drinking whatever the Malfoy boy had in the flask, but Hermione grabbed it and drank. A moment latter she calmed.

'Calming drought?' He smiled at her.

'Mixed with fire whiskey, I knew you would need it sooner or later.' Niall took a step forward.

'Dear one I'm sorry, but I must go I will check on you tomorrow.' He kissed her face and let a tear fall at the pain he felt seeing her in such a state. She nodded and looked back to Godric, again she felt love, sorrow, pain, and guilt.

'I don't want you anywhere near the sun.' Eric relaxed.

'It's the only way to break the connection.' She closed her eyes.

'Promise me, promise me you will never willingly meet the sun.'

'But-'

'No, it's not that I don't want you as a mate. I'm sure you would be a wonderful mate- or imprint- or whatever. But I already have a soul mate, a soul mate I have loved since I was a child, and he can not be replaced. I'm sorry, and I don't want you to come to any harm, but he is my whole life. He is my everything.' Godric closed his eyes and nodded. Hermione looked sadly at his face and reached up to touch him, but pulled away before she did. She stood and walked outside away from them all.

Fairies can POP around the world it wasn't like apparition- limited by distance. She had never tried using her Fairy magic to apparate before, but she did now, and was a little surprised to see all her limbs still attached when she arrived at the graveyard. But she gave it little thought. She ran to Harry, and wrapped herself around his stone.

'I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to I promise. It means nothing, it's just magic- it's not real, not like my love for you- nothing could ever compare to that. I promise Harry I will never replace you- nothing could ever replace you. You are everything and I will mourn you everyday I have left. It's you and me Harry, like always.' She laid there for hours before she fell asleep.

Hermione woke to someone nudging her ribs, she felt damp and cold. When she opened her eyes she realized she was outside. She looked up at the frowning face of Minerva McGonagall. Hermione rubbed her eyes and sat up, it was the first time she didn't have nightmares since the war. She silently thanked Harry for keeping them at bay.

'Ms. Granger. Do you realize people are looking for you? Have been for hours, and here you are sleeping in a graveyard. Anyone could have found you! Death-Eaters are still out there Ms. Granger and you are the person they would like to capture most of all.' Hermione gave her a look clearly stating she didn't care about any of what her old professor had said. 'You may not care, but I assure you others do. You can not put yourself in such danger. Now get up and go home.' Hermione did as she was told without ever speaking a word.

When she arrived in her bedroom she looked at the sheets. They were still bloody and dirty. Godric's blood, anger shot through her. She heard voices, and walked to the door very quietly.

'Who's the bloke she imprinted on anyway? All I know is he's a vampire.' - George

'His name is Godric, he's like three thousand years old.' - Blaze

'He's the same hight as Potter, has the same eye and hair color as well.' - Draco

'No wonder she imprinted on him.'

She closed the door not wanting to hear anymore. She warded her room and stripped down to her panties. Then she went back to bed, where she stayed for two days. Someone tried taking the wards around her room down three times during those two days- they failed. Hermione didn't move from her bed except to use the bathroom. It came as a surprise when she felt a fairy trying to take down the wards outside the tent. She ran out of her room holding her wand, forgetting the fact that she was only wearing a bra and very small panties. When she came to the sitting room she stopped dead in her tracks. Sitting calmly was Mr. & Mrs. Weasley, George, Sookie, Draco, Blaze, McGonagall, Dumbledore's portrait, Eric, Pam, and Godric. When she saw him she had to force herself not to go to him, not to touch him, not to kiss him.

'Delicious.' Pam's fangs were out, reminding Hermione she was nearly naked. She tried covering herself but her hands were to small. She waved her hand and clothes flew out to her. She grabbed them and pulled the 'POTTER' shirt over her head and put shorts on quickly.

'A fairy is trying to undo my wards.'

'That would be me Dear one.' Hermione turned and saw Niall.

'Hermione Granger when did you get muggle tattoo's?!' Mrs. Weasley was giving her the famous stare down.

'Two days ago, maybe three-' Mrs. Weasley continued to stare making her nervous. 'I had to! Shifters were holding him in a silver cell in the basement! I had to make sure there was no magic before I apparated in to get him out.' She could not say Godric's name. 'What are you all doing here anyway?' Now Mrs. Weasley looked nervous.

'We thought it might be helpful if we all sat down and discussed your situation.' Hermione glared at Dumbledore.

'What do you mean my situation Professor?'

'You are angry with me.' Dumbledore studied her with those creepy blue eyes that could read a person's very soul.

'I respect you, you were a wonderful Headmaster.' She sound stiff even to her own ears.

'That is not what I asked,' now Hermione was getting annoyed.

'Is this an intervention?' No one answered, which was answer enough to Hermione. She laughed. 'What exactly are you trying to achieve?'

'We just want to know what's going on inside your head Herms. We want to help.' George looked scared to address her.

'You want to help me when you're not betraying me George! Thats what you all want, to see inside my head?' She turned on Sookie, 'You want to see what's going on in my head as well Sookie?!' Sookie paled.

'I'm just here for moral support.'

'And what are they doing here, she pointed to Eric and Pam?'

'Were your friends of course.'

'Don't make me laugh Pam you don't give a damn if I live or die.'

'You saved my maker, I will always consider you a friend, and I gave my word to protect you.'

'I told you Eric you owe me nothing. And I need no protecting.'

'I disagree, I think you need protection from yourself.' Mr. Weasley looked sad.

'If I was going to kill myself I would have done it months ago.'

'Hermione we would just like to sit down and listen to how your feeling with everything that has happened. Even before the war ended and Harry-'

'No! Don't finish that sentence.' She looked murderously at McGonagall.

'He's dead Granger.' She turned on Draco.

'Shut up!' She pointed her wand at him, Draco stood.

'No, he's dead, and he's never coming back.'

'In her defense he's dead to.' Blaze pointed to Godric, everyone ignored him tho.

'I said shut up!'

'No! You think this is what he died for?'

'By the gods Malfoy if you don't shut your mouth you'll be dead!'

'He would not be happy, with you living like this.' Mrs. Weasley spoke quietly. Hermione ignored her to, her wand was still pointed at Draco. She was red faced and so angry she was having trouble controlling her magic.

'If Potter loved you he would not want you to live your life in a constant state of mourning, is this how you would want him to live if he survived and you died?' If Draco thought his question would calm her, he was wrong.

'It should have been me! It was my job to protect him, and I let him die! I should have been there to take the spell like Lilly did, or I should have killed Voldemort faster.. it's my fault! I broke his wand, I told him for months he was wrong about Hogwarts being the last hiding place of the... How could you possibly understand anything Malfoy, you have no idea what it's like to love someone more than your own life.' She wiped the tears off her face angry with herself, she had almost told everyone about the horcruxs.

'Hermione please- tell us how to help you.' Mrs. Weasley's pleading tone calmed her anger with herself and Malfoy- slightly.

'I told you months ago, you can't help me. I need to work it out on my own.'

'That doesn't seem to be working.' She gave Dumbledore another glare. 'Tell me Ms. Granger, why are you so angry with me?' Her breathing speed up.

'You left him there, with the Dursley's. I wouldn't leave a goldfish in their care and you left a baby with them. He grew up abused and tortured, and how many times did you go back to check on him? Did you know they kept him locked in that cupboard under the stairs for weeks at a time- giving him only scraps of cold food? His uncle, cousin, and his cousin's friends all beat on him, and you left him there for ten years!'

'His mothers blood-'

'I read all about the spell keeping him safe Professor. Which means I know he only needed to go back there once a year for it to work. You left him with them for ten years, then had him spend weeks there every summer afterwards. The Dursley's aside, you used him like a chess piece, in a game he didn't know you were playing. What gave you the right to manipulate his life, you are not God! And then you die leaving him with more question's than answers! You should have told him about himself, and you know what I'm talking about- if we didn't find out last minute we could've found another way! But it was all 'for the greater good,' wasn't it Professor.' No one but Dumbledore had any idea what she was talking about, but she had all their attention. Dumbledore looked at her sadly, and could argue nothing she said, she was of course right. She breathed deeply.

'You have every right to be angry, I see I've made mistakes, but I think the person you are most angry with- beside yourself, is Harry.' She looked at him like he lost his mind. 'You are angry he died, and you lost the future you promised to each other. I see you are wearing Lilly Potter's ring.' All eyes flicked to her left hand. 'It is beautiful, but you can not spend your life trying to be faithful to a ghost. And Harry would not want you to try.' Tears rolled down her face.

'That's enough.' Godric stood. He walked towards her, but she flinched away. He sighed. 'And me my love- how do you feel about me?' She looked at him sadly.

'I love you... but I know it's not real. It will never be real. I gave my heart away a long time ago, and fairy magic can't change that.' She touched his face and closed her eyes, before apparating back to her bedroom, and throwing a tantrum any three year old would be proud of.