Disclaimer- I only own the plot and four of the character. The rest is due to J.K. Rowling's great genius.
Loshea kept close to the ground when she entered the tree line. She looked around, her trained eyes looking into the darkness. She listened closely for sounds in the dark, vampires moved silently, but she, she knew what to listen for. She circled the outside of a clearing, moving closer until she slowly entered in to the moon lit clearing, her hair shimmering as it moved. Kneeling on the ground she shifted the dirt between her fingers, her head tilted to one side, as though she was listening, listening to what the forest had to say.
"Well, well, well." Hearing the voice Loshea slipped her hand into her side pocket, she looked up at the pale man leaning against the tree in front of her. He was moderately tall, about 5'9'', his skin, like any vampires was almost a transparent pale, his short cropped hair was died like a fire, starting at a red and going to orange. A small gold hoop hung from his ear. He flashed a set of perfect pearly white teeth at her, his eyes mysterious yellow eyes glowing in the dark. "You certainly are the youngest slayer I've ever seen, but with out a doubt the loveliest."
"Are you flirting with me vampire? That is something I don't appreciate." Loshea stood up slowly, as she slipped her dagger from its sheath, being sure to hiding the blade from the moonlight.
"I love playing with my prey, its one of the greatest form of entertainment I have. When you live forever you need to find those little things that really amuse you."
"Don't play with me, it might be the worst decision that you could make, and your last." Loshea whispered as she glared at the vampire. He laughed coldly at her.
"What do you think you could do to me? I've got more power then you will ever have. You are nothing but a stupid little slayer, not even out of her training who thought she could come hunting for me, and now I shall kill you."
"Then why don't you just get it over with, or should I kill you?" In a blink of an eye she through the dagger into the heart of vampire. His scream pierced the night like the sound of a dying animal. Loshea shook her head and she walked slowly over to the vampire, and pulled out the dagger, the wound turned black and the skin began to disintegrate. She flipped the dagger around and stuck it back into its sheath in her pocket. Loshea sighed with relief, she'd done it, and she'd had her first kill as a slayer. One less evil in the world.
"Oh my God Loshea." Loshea spun around, and crouched down into a fighting stance as Jane stepped into the clearing her wand lit, the map in her hand, "You really know what your doing don't you."
"Professor Lupin," Loshea straightened up out of her crouch, "what are you doing out here, its dangerous… even for a werewolf." Loshea shook her head, " You shouldn't be out here, I can't protect you out here."
"Loshea your not responsible for me, or my safety, you can't help what happens to me if I'm out here." Jane folded the map and put into the pocket of her black trench coat, as she moved toward the center of the clearing, avoiding the disintegrating vampire body as she did.
"No you don't understand Professor. Slayer rules, if a slayer is hunting and a none slayer gets hurt or bitten, the slayer is to blame. We have a duty to the world and we must uphold that." Loshea turned her back on Jane toward the depths of the forest, "Go back Professor, please, I need to do this alone. I promise I'll save some for you, I'm just scooping this out."
"Alright Loshea, but be careful. Dumbledore would kill me if I left and you got hurt." Jane turned away and started out of the clearing, just before she left she turned back but Loshea was already gone. Jane shook her head and walked back to the castle.
Draco paced back and forth in the common room, his hands clamped behind his back a troubled look in his pale eyes. The fire had died out, it was getting closer to dawn and Draco was worried.
"Why hasn't she come back yet, she should have been back by now, its taking to long. Something's wrong, bloody hell I knew I should have gone with her."
"Draco, sit down for the love of God." He turned to see Hermione leaning against the frame of her door, looking as though she'd just dragged herself out of bed, her hair was frizzed and her pajama's rumbled. "Have you gotten any sleep at all. You've kept me up almost all night with your pacing back and forth and back and forth. Anyways I'm sure she knows how to take care of herself, I mean she is a slayer after."
Draco looked at her surprised, and reluctantly sat down. "How did you know, I mean I just found out."
Hermione tossed a book it to his lap, "I bought this a while back, and Loshea fit the profile, a twin, dark hair and skin, mismatched eyes, limber, and if you where paying close attention, she seemed to slip in and out of the wood work at times. Slayers a know for being able to become invisible if they want to. You should read that book, she'll make a little more sense when you do." Hermione smiled and walked back into her room, smiling when she heard Draco's snores fill the common room, minutes later. Turning toward her own man problems, Hermione looked at Ron, snoring gently, his red hair sticking up madly all over her pillow, sitting beside him on her bed she ran her hand though his hair. Hermione pulled her legs up close to her body and rested her chin on her knees, thinking back to when she'd first meet Ron and Harry. That day on the train, she'd liked Ron the first time she'd seen him, he had had a smug of dirt on his nose, and was trying to turn his rat yellow, Hermione laughed at the memory. Ron was so different for the guy he used to be, he was more mature, he'd finally grown into his lanky body, and was now a great looking man. The world had changed so much from when they were eleven, there wasn't any house hatred anymore, and ever since the Slytherins left, life has been so much easier. No more insults between houses. Sure there's the occasional fight between people, but its often resolved itself, with out very many curses being thrown between people. Hermione felt Ron's wrap around her over her own, and his chin resting on her shoulder.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked. Hermione turned her head slightly and kissed his cheek.
"I was just thinking about how much things have changed since this summer, how different we all are since that first day on the train, all those years ago, you remember?" she asked. Ron laughed.
"Oh yeah, how could I forget. Where we really that young?" Ron laughed again. "I think the biggest change has been Neville, he's so different now."
Hermione smiled, "Maybe that's a good thing, change isn't bad, I mean look at us."
"Your right." Ron hugged her and they laid down and fell asleep.
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