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"It's not me or my flock, you should fear, Severus. You need to worry about Alexander's twin, Auguste." Cepheus insisted to Severus.
Hermione was staring out the window, the new occupation she had taken up when not at work. She was still mad at Severus, but after Head Alistair explained to her the situation, she realized he did it for her safety.
She was surprised to see Severus strolling up the long walk to Balmoral. She was sure he should still be in France. She noted the arrogant gait in his walk and knew instantly it wasn't Severus, but a complete double of him, an imposter. She held her wand in hand, and stalked to the door, ready to curse him into oblivion. She flung the door open. Oh my, he looked just like Severus.
"Not one more step!" She gasped and held her wand in front of her.
"Don't, Hermione. I made a mistake, I am sorry." The Imposter pleaded. But how had he known her name? Or where she lived?
"You're not Severus." Hermione hissed, her wand raising higher.
"I am, Hermione. Can you not see? We have laid together. We have shared a bed." The Imposter continued. His eyes were turning red.
"Accio Garlic." Hermione shouted. Garlic flew into her awaiting hand. "Leave now."
"I am not going to hurt you, Hermione. Please, call me Auguste." The vampire flashed his fangs in a grin.
"Auguste, you need to leave, now." Hermione pushed the garlic towards him.
"I will not be going anywhere. Come now, be a gracious hostess." Auguste pushed her garlic filled hand away, causing it to fall from her hand and roll down the front steps. "Now that the offending offal is gone, move aside, Hermione, you have something I need."
"I have nothing you need." She made to slam the door shut, but he pushed his way inside.
"Where is the ring?" He demanded. She showed no emotion.
"What ring?" She asked. She knew what ring, and she knew it wasn't in the house.
"The Prince ring. The one you were wearing two months ago." Auguste replied.
"Severus has it." She lied. She turned away. "We have broken up. As you well know. I gave it back, as it wasn't mine anymore."
"If he has it, I will kill him. If he does not have it, I will kill you." Auguste grinned once more. He took a seat by the desk she was just at. "I think I shall wait until he returns."
Draco and Severus apparated to the ministry directly. They had the information they had needed. Head Alistair was pleased, and surprised, to see them.
"I thought you just left, Severus…" Alistair's face paled.
"You've found the issue. His name is Auguste, and he looks just like me." Severus placed a folder on his desk. "He's been polluting the blood bags and such."
"You need to hurry to Balmoral… He left with Hermione." Alistair gasped. Severus ran from the room, straight to the Floo Network.
"Balmoral Castle!" Severus through the Floo powder into the fireplace, then stepped in. He was transported into a small office.
"Just the person we've been waiting for." A male voice drawled from the desk. "Severus Prince. Give me the ring."
"What ring, Auguste?" Severus asked. He scanned the room for Hermione, finding her haphazardly fast asleep on the ancient love seat.
"The Prince ring, damn it." Auguste jumped from the seat. I could see Hermione peaking from behind her eyelashes.
"I don't have it. I haven't had it for months." Severus was genuinely confused. Why did Auguste want the ring? A ring he didn't even have? Hermione did. It hit Severus that he couldn't let Auguste know. "It was stolen from me. Pesky little pixies came and stole it."
"He had it!" Hermione insisted.
"You will have to die, Hermione. I told you, if he did not have it, you were dead." Auguste stepped towards her. Severus spoke the spell in his mind, and the ring appeared in his hand. He shoved his hand in his robes.
"Oh, I've found it!" Severus patted his robes. "Look! It was here all along."
"I will kill you for it." Auguste grinned and stepped towards him. Just as Alexander and Cepheus exploded from the fireplace.
"Back away from them, brother." Alexander moved between Severus, Hermione, and Auguste. Alistair stepped from the fireplace.
"Auguste Prince, you are under arrest." Alistair held his wand aloft. A blast sounded, causing everyone to fall to the ground.