A/N I know the last chapter took so long, but I'm trying to make up for it. This is incredibly confusing, so read the entire chapter!!!! Don't skip anything!!!!
Disclaimer: I only own Peg, Destiny, and the Planes.
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"Harry, are you all right? You look pale," said Hermione worriedly.
"I'm fine, I'm just sleepy," he said stifling a yawn. "And thirsty." he added, grabbing the jug of pumpkin juice and quickly puring a glass. He downed three full glasses of juice in less than a minute.
"Feel better?" asked Peg, trying to hide a grin.
"Not really," replied Harry, and poured another glass.
It was breakfast time on Boxing Day. The day before had been full of laughter, and presents, as well as lots of food of course. Their party had been a great sucess, lasting 'til nearly one in the morning, after becoming to large and loud for the fifth year boys' dormitories. Harry had recieved many presents, including his usual sweater and fudge box from Mrs. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley's gift to Hermione gave Ron, Peg, and everyone else much more pleasure than Harry's sweater had. Hermione had been sent a bridal catalague with a note attatched reading, 'Dearest Hermione, We had hoped that you would be a Weasley, but a Potter is just the same. I hope that you and Harry can put this to good use.' Ron had turned bright red and muttered something about, "...swore they'd never tell...", then fallen backwards, roaring with laughter as Hermione had read the last sentance.
Now it was the next day, and most Gryffindors were looking a little sleepy. People were however, beginning to notice how much Harry was drinking.
"Harry, are you all right, mate?" asked Ron as Harry finished the entire jug off. "You look even paler than usual."
"You do look a bit odd," agreed Peg. "Not exactly pale. More like...luminescent." She and Hermione looked at each other, then looked away, as if to say, 'Nah...'
"Man, is it just me, or is it hot in here?" asked Harry a few minutes later, wiping sweat off his brow.
"It is a bit warm in here," answered Peg. "You really don't look good. Maybe you should go lie down." she added.
"Yeah, yeah, I think I will," replied Harry tiredly. "Maybe I'll be able to get away from the blasted sun." he suddenly looked confused. "Why did I just say that?"
"Maybe you're a vampyr," Ron input brightly.
"Don't joke about things like that," said Peg sternly, as Hermione gave him the corresponding 'look.'
"I think I would know if I were a vampyr," said Harry dully. "I'm going to go take a nap. See you later."
"See you!" said the others.
"You don't think he might really be a vampyr, do you?" asked Peg as soon as Harry had left the hall. "Please pass the orange juice. No, Ron, that's the pumpkin juice. I can't drink that. I'm allergic to pumpkins."
"What? Don't be rediculous!" said Ron surely as he picked up the correct pitcher and handed it to Peg.
"I am allergic to pumpkins!" Peg insisted resentfully.
"No, I mean about thinking Harry might be a vampyr."
"Oh! Right. He could be you know. It's not impossible," Peg added, as she finished off a first glass and got a second one.
"I don't know.." mused Hermione.
"I mean, think about it," continued Peg eagarly. "He's showing every sign. He's hot in the sun, he's even paler than usual, (and that's saying something), he's constantly thirsty, no matter how much he drinks, and he's tired during the day. He just said, 'Maybe I can get away from the blasted sun.' Apart from Snape maybe, I can't think of anyone who would hate the sun if he weren't a vampyr. And last night, he was up until nearly dawn. He said he couldn't sleep. He seemed wide awake. Now suddenly, he's all pooped."
"How would you know he was up 'til dawn?" asked Ron suspiciously.
"I was in the common room too. I couldn't sleep either," Peg confessed as she drank her orange juice.
"Maybe you're a vampyr too," joked Ron. "You keep drinking. You said yourself that it was warm in here. And you just said that you were up all night."
"I'm just thirsty. I haven't had anything to drink since I got here, and besides, if I was a vam-"
But she stopped suddenly. Peg's face convulsed and twisted, as though she was in great internal pain. When her face was finally still again, it was a horrible sight. Grey and shrunken, she looked as though she had just aged a hundred years in a minute. People up and down the table screamed and lept to their feet. Hermione and Ron however, stayed.
"Peg! Peg!" Ron said loudly, over and over. But Peg did not seem to realize that he was speaking to her. She was staring instead, at some point over his shoulder. No, at his shoulder.
No.
At his neck.
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A/N OOH! Good cliffie spot! Nah! I'll be nice, just this once!
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"Ron!" shouted Hermione, getting up out of her seat. "Get away from her!"
Ron however, did not seem to be able to hear her. Peg's eyes had found his, and she was whispering to him.
"Yessss. That's right, darling. I won't hurt you. Come to me. You are safe within my embrace."
"Ron, get away from her!" Hermione's voice was coming from a long way away, it seemed. "RON!"
Ron's head snapped up. He gasped. Peg looked furiously up at Hermione. Hermione shut her eyes, so that Peg could not bewitch her.
"It's alright," whispered a soft voice in her ear. She turned and saw Harry's emerald green eyes by her cheek. "She will not harm you." She found herself sinking into the depths of Harry's eyes, and now it was Ron, shouting for her attention.
Suddenly, Ron got an idea. He lifted his wand, and pointed it at the window draperies directly above Harry and Hermione. "Wingardium leviosa!" he shouted. The drape flew up, bathing Harry and Hermione in bright morning sunlight.
Harry hissed, and lept up, onto the wall. He crawled along it, trying to stay away from the light. The few other students still in the hall got the idea and opened the other curtains as well. Both Harry and Peg leaped into the rafters of the great hall and stayed hidden in the shadows.
Everyone looked up warily. "Where do you think they are?" asked Ron quietly.
"I don't know," muttered Hermione, craning her neck.
Suddenly, Harry dropped out of the ceiling, grabbed Hermione, and lept back up to the rafters. Hermione was shrieking wildly.
Ron saw a pair of turquoise eyes shine out of the darkness his eyes were trying to penetrate. Then Peg spoke. "Close the windows or she dies."
Ron lifted his wand and closed the windows one at a time. Peg jumped down, still keeping eye contact with Ron.
Harry vaulted down as well with Hermione in his arms. She looked to have fainted, since she reallydidn't like heights.
"Come to me, precious," said Peg softly. "I will not hurt you. Come to me. Love me. I want you to love me. I will not harm you. Come to me, and I can give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. All the servants and rooms you could ever ask for. Beautiful women will throw themselves at your feet. You will be a prince. Just come, and let me give you a little kiss." Ron slowly began to walk slowly towards Peg, looking constantly at her eyes. "Yesss. That's it, my precious. Come to me. Kiss you. Want to kiss you. Must kiss you. Come here now!!"
Ron walked much faster towards Peg. He was by her. She grabbed him around the neck and kissed him softly on the lips. She moved her kisses down past his jawline, to his ear, and then finally down to his jugular. Ron whimpered slightly as he realized what was happening. "Shhh," Peg murmured softly in his ear. She bit down into his throat. Many people screamed or groaned, or even got sick as they saw Ron's blood spill from his beautiful, shapely, sexy, gorgeous, fine, thin, strong, supple, kissable, lovable, yummy, sweet, manly, wonderful-yeah, you get the picture-neck. Peg drank and drank until her appetite had been fulfilled. As she drained Ron of his life-blood, her face began to go from grey-ish-white to a healthy pink complexion. Though she made sure to stop before he died. Ron fell limp in Peg's arms as he fainted from both fright and lack of blood. Peg just let him fall to the floor with a sickening schlack! as his blood-soaked robes hit the floor.
"Mr. Weasley!" cried Prof. McGonagall as she watched him hit the floor. "Mobilicorpus!" Ron rose into the air towards the head table where the teachers were standing, all white-faced and shocked. "Miss Evans! Come here this instant!"
Peg totally ignored Professor McGonagall's words and turned instead, to Harry, who still held a faint Hermione in his arms. "Do it!" she hissed. "Fulfill your appetite!"
Harry looked down at Hermione, and a flash of humanity and love lit his eyes for just a moment. Then, he lowered his face to her neck, and bit it.
Hermione jerked as the pain woke her up. It took her a minute to figure our what was happening, but when she did, she didn't struggle. "Harry. Harry p-p-p-please," she sobbed quietly. "Don't do it. Please don't kill me. Please Harry. Please! Please! Please! Harry please no. Harry no please. Harry no. No, no, no Harry please! I don't want to die! Please no!"
Harry looked at her as he heard her words of terror. He looked down at the wound on her neck. His green eyes widened with shock at what he had almost done. Harry lifted Hermione up to a standing position. He raised his thumb to his newly sharp eye-teeth, and poked it slightly, so that it began to bleed. He pressed it against the cut in Hermione's neck. It healed almost instantly. He then set Hermione on her feet so she could walk. Still grey-faced, Harry looked at Peg, then back at Hermione. She looked at his face. To him, he looked at her with love. But all she saw was a hungry vampyr, and she knew from her reading that a starved vampyr would drink from anyone if pushed to it. Without realizing it, she had backed quickly away from his hideous face. He looked hurt and dejected. Harry ran from the room a fast as he could.
Now, when speaking of a vampyr, this is saying something. A vampyr, when it feels like it, can run faster than any creature that ever existed. It can run down a city block in under three seconds. When at full speed, it seems almost invisible to any mortal that should happen to be near it. They simply fell a prescense near hem, then a grat rush of wind, then if they saw the vampyr standing before them a moment before, it is gone without a trace.
This is how the people in the great hall felt as Harry rushed out past them. Only Peg saw him go. She suddenly realized that she was alone. Alone in a roomful of mortals who all knew exactly what she was. A vampyr's worst daymare. So she ran out after Harry before anyone could think to attack her. She arrived in the Gryffindor common room only seconds later. Harry was seated in an arm chair by the fire with something in his arms. It was a huge rat. Nearly a foot long.
And he was eating it.
Peg, to her suprise, was not repulsed by realizing this. Merely disappointed that he should choose so low a crature for his first kill. She sat politely and waited for him to finish. When he did, he looked as normal as she did. They sat there in silence for a long time.
Finally, Harry spoke, "What is happening to us?"
"I don't know," whispered Peg.
At that moment, Destiny appeared before them, looking absolutely terrified. "So it has happened at last." she murmured softly. A mortal wouldn't have been able to hear her, but with their sharpened hearing, Harry and Peg could.
"What has happened at last?" said Harry sharply.
"Well, to put it into human terms, you have reached puberty," admitted Destiny. "To put it in my terms, it is finally time for you to learn your story, my children."
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A/N ANother chapter up! At last!
Thanks to:
Usotsuki-Thanks for the review!
bookworm4ever-It will soon get even thinker!
lauriena-I will keep it up, and continue to work on it. But I'm only writing on it now because I've finally gotten to the part I wanted to get to.
Maiden of Gryffindor-I'm glad I didn't hurt your ears! Thank you.
