Special Delivery
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"Practical Defence against the dark arts" Harry read the new notice that was pinned on the notice board. " First lesson starts next term, the course is designed for students to learn advanced muggle defence skills, taught by Hermione Granger"
"Hermione!" Ron looked at Hermione who was led by the fire, it was Christmas Eve and the three of them were getting through some holiday homework. "Your OK with everyone knowing that you're a Slayer?"
"I don't care, plus I need all the help I can get" Hermione got back to her copy of Witch Weekly.
"What if someone is sired and then they tell the vamps who you are!" Ron was getting worried.
"Ron, honestly, I'm a witch, I know some pretty good memory charms."
"You said magic doesn't work against vampires!" Ron was going red in the face.
"No! That's only Theo, he can't be touched with magic, and the rest can"
"So what? You just bet them up for the hell of it?" Harry sat down on the sofa next to Ron.
"Well yeah" They looked at each other "plus killing a vampire is like trying to put lipstick on an ubervamp, it can't be done, ow!"
Harry and Ron jumped up, "What is it!" Hermione tried to sit up "I think it's time for the little beast to come out" She said trying to stand up.
"We have to get you to the hospital wing!" Ron shrieked.
"No! I'll go to Christian, he'll know what to do" She tried to walk to the portrait hole and she had another contraction, she screamed in pain and tried to get her breath back. "You know what? I think I'll just stay here"
"Hermione we'll help you" Harry conjured up a wheelchair and the wheeled her to Prof. Thomas' Office.
"Finally, I thought the bastard would never come!" He said just as Ron tried to knock on the door.
They wheeled her in and she led on a pile of cushions next to the wall.
"Do you need towels? On TV they always need towels!" Harry was trying to stay calm.
"She needs a midwife!" Ron said.
"Calm down!" Prof Thomas shouted, they were instantly quiet.
"Harry you go and find Angel, we'll need him for the ritual" He pointed to the door, "He'll be somewhere in the kitchens"
"Ron, you stay here, hold Hermione's hand as this is gonna hurt." Prof Thomas put on some gloves and an apron; Ron not liking what he was seeing fainted next to Hermione.
"The Twat" Hermione said. "Aahhhhhhhh!"
"Breathe! Calm down, ready Push!" Prof. Thomas said, Hermione heard this screech and saw the baby.
"It's a girl," Prof Thomas said. He laid it down on the floor and then levitated Ron into his chair behind the desk.
Angel, followed by an exhausted Harry stormed in.
"You know what to do?" Prof. Thomas asked
"Yeah you got the lingo down?" Angel asked
"What are you doing?" Hermione was confused and still trying to make sense that she now had a baby.
Prof. Thomas was speaking in a very peculiar language but translated he said. "Right the wrong that has been done! Take this child as an offering! Restore the soul so rightly owned! Release the demons!"
Angel's face changed and he bit the little girl.
"What the hell are you doing!"? Hermione screeched. "Get away from her! Stop it! She's mine!"
Then a light burst through the roof, it beamed onto the small baby, Angel, blood still dripping from his fangs held her up high.
"You're not taking her away!" Hermione screeched, she couldn't move.
The baby was lifeless, and black shadows lifted from her. Harry just looked in awe. The baby was led down on the floor; a wisp of smoke entered the room, and disappeared through the girl. The light vanished all was still. Hermione was on all fours trying her best to stand up.
The silence was broken, the baby started giggling.
One thing I have to say to my reviewers: I love you all!!!
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"Practical Defence against the dark arts" Harry read the new notice that was pinned on the notice board. " First lesson starts next term, the course is designed for students to learn advanced muggle defence skills, taught by Hermione Granger"
"Hermione!" Ron looked at Hermione who was led by the fire, it was Christmas Eve and the three of them were getting through some holiday homework. "Your OK with everyone knowing that you're a Slayer?"
"I don't care, plus I need all the help I can get" Hermione got back to her copy of Witch Weekly.
"What if someone is sired and then they tell the vamps who you are!" Ron was getting worried.
"Ron, honestly, I'm a witch, I know some pretty good memory charms."
"You said magic doesn't work against vampires!" Ron was going red in the face.
"No! That's only Theo, he can't be touched with magic, and the rest can"
"So what? You just bet them up for the hell of it?" Harry sat down on the sofa next to Ron.
"Well yeah" They looked at each other "plus killing a vampire is like trying to put lipstick on an ubervamp, it can't be done, ow!"
Harry and Ron jumped up, "What is it!" Hermione tried to sit up "I think it's time for the little beast to come out" She said trying to stand up.
"We have to get you to the hospital wing!" Ron shrieked.
"No! I'll go to Christian, he'll know what to do" She tried to walk to the portrait hole and she had another contraction, she screamed in pain and tried to get her breath back. "You know what? I think I'll just stay here"
"Hermione we'll help you" Harry conjured up a wheelchair and the wheeled her to Prof. Thomas' Office.
"Finally, I thought the bastard would never come!" He said just as Ron tried to knock on the door.
They wheeled her in and she led on a pile of cushions next to the wall.
"Do you need towels? On TV they always need towels!" Harry was trying to stay calm.
"She needs a midwife!" Ron said.
"Calm down!" Prof Thomas shouted, they were instantly quiet.
"Harry you go and find Angel, we'll need him for the ritual" He pointed to the door, "He'll be somewhere in the kitchens"
"Ron, you stay here, hold Hermione's hand as this is gonna hurt." Prof Thomas put on some gloves and an apron; Ron not liking what he was seeing fainted next to Hermione.
"The Twat" Hermione said. "Aahhhhhhhh!"
"Breathe! Calm down, ready Push!" Prof. Thomas said, Hermione heard this screech and saw the baby.
"It's a girl," Prof Thomas said. He laid it down on the floor and then levitated Ron into his chair behind the desk.
Angel, followed by an exhausted Harry stormed in.
"You know what to do?" Prof. Thomas asked
"Yeah you got the lingo down?" Angel asked
"What are you doing?" Hermione was confused and still trying to make sense that she now had a baby.
Prof. Thomas was speaking in a very peculiar language but translated he said. "Right the wrong that has been done! Take this child as an offering! Restore the soul so rightly owned! Release the demons!"
Angel's face changed and he bit the little girl.
"What the hell are you doing!"? Hermione screeched. "Get away from her! Stop it! She's mine!"
Then a light burst through the roof, it beamed onto the small baby, Angel, blood still dripping from his fangs held her up high.
"You're not taking her away!" Hermione screeched, she couldn't move.
The baby was lifeless, and black shadows lifted from her. Harry just looked in awe. The baby was led down on the floor; a wisp of smoke entered the room, and disappeared through the girl. The light vanished all was still. Hermione was on all fours trying her best to stand up.
The silence was broken, the baby started giggling.