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crappery Weeeell...Got this chapter out faster then I thought I would. I got a wee bit carried away with the Draco thing...FORESHADOWING AHEAD!
Shadowed Rains: Yeah...Kinda figures that she has to survive...
YamiClara: So did she catch it? Ya don't find out this chapter.
zenni: You don't find out who those eye's belong to for a little while...
Crazedgurl1291: Oh they will get their asses kicked I promise.
gottalovedrakie: Ahhaaa...
Gwenivive: hehe, this fast enough?
KnAvEy: WeE!! A Snape/Me fic! I knew you loved me Lissa! dances He's SO hot!!
littoxkigga: Yeah....I was copying it outta a book I had written in. I have problems copying stuff down...
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: This soon enough?
Dyth: I try to be...But my family is pretty damn disapproving on it so I hardly know anything about it...In my own mind I am one. Are you?
Horsemaster1: NOT THE COOKIE MONSTERS! Actually, I'll just eat them...Cookies...Mhh...
charmedone: HAHAA! Aren't you special!
ROsE-ofHeL: You are??? TELL ME! I want to know what you figured out! I want to see if you're on the right track!! No one else is! giggles
dreamingmaggie: Thank you! Actually, yellow and black are Hufflepuff colors. I had a major talk with my friend Lissa and after several trips to the HP sites, I proved that they are the right colors. Just like black and blue are Ravenclaw colors...
B: First, I like your email address. Lestat, if we're talking about a) Tom Cruise in Interview w/a Vampire b) and of the books with him in it or c) Queen of the Damned, is bloody brilliant. You read all twenty of them? I'm touched!
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His Angel, His Vision in Black-Chapter Twenty One
She opened her eyes slowly and blearily looked at her surroundings. She was in a grey stone corridor and what little light was there was
provided by a series of flickering torches that left the granite above them black with soot. She slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position and
brushed some of the grit from the floor off of her bum. She looked down at the ground, a zing of fear shooting up her spine. There were coppery
splashes all over the flagstones that reminded her horribly of the dried blood that had adorned her body on many occasions. She had absolutely no
clue where the hell she was. This definitely was not a corridor in Hogwarts. She took an uncertain step in one direction, wondering faintly how she
had been transported from the Quidditch pitch to this dismal hallway in the bowels of a castle. After she had walked for a few moments she
noticed that a door on her right was made up of a series of thick iron bars. Her brow furrowed as she hurried towards it, reaching out and gently
pressing one of her hands to it. To her greatest surprise, her hand passed right on through the bars and the rest of her body went with it due to
the combined inertia. Just before she toppled over, her eye caught a glittering black stone plaque that read Todesraum. Her shoulder hit the stone
and she was surprised again to find that no pain accompanied the fall. She pushed herself back up to her feet and then let out a soft shriek. Her
hands clamped to her mouth as her eyes went over the well fed, terrified humans chained to the walls. Tears collected in the corners of eyes,
changing the white color into a soft rosy hue. None of them were moving as she walked towards one of them, a girl who looked like she was no
more then a year over twelve. She let out a half sob as she reached out to touch the child's cheek, deeper sadness over took her when she found
that her hand once again passed through her flesh. The girl's head popped up and she looked around in terror, her Caribbean blue eyes gleaming
with terror.
"W-Who's there? Please don't hurt me...Please don't take me away like you did to Engel...Leave me alone!"
The girl turned her head to the side as if to hide her eyes and she quickly backed away. Something definitely was not right here and she let out a
horrified squeal when she slid in a pool of congealing blood. Her feet slipped out from beneath her and for the second time in minutes she landed on
her bum. Terrified gasps came from all the prisoners as they, in one gesture, tried to see what had stirred up some of the straw and attempted to
hide their faces. She let out a growl as she got to her feet. Strangely enough, the blood did not stick to her clothes. A shiver ran through her and
she noticed that she was clad singularly in a floor length white night gown with thick straps and a neckline that went down to a point that
revealed the swell of her cleavage. Her hair fell around her waist in loose waves as she ran her fingers through it, confusion flooding her. She did
not know where she was, or what was going on. She jerked out of her thoughts when the rust door swung open with a painfully grating screech. A
tall, dark figure strode into the dank room and quickly viewed the assorted well fed looking prisoners. His eyes stopped on the young lovely one. A
nasty smirk crossed his mouth, his lips pulling up to reveal a pair of glistening canines. The girl let out a shrill cry of terror and pressed herself
harder against the wall. The man sauntered over to her and with a simple wave of his hand, the shackles disappeared and the girl slumped to her
knees. He knelt down and pulled her up by the collar of her once nice shirt, forcing her to stare into his eyes.
"Auf Wiedersehen mein Haustier."
The girl let out a terrified shriek and scrabbled against him, raking her nails against his cheek in her effort to get away.
"Laat me gaan!" She screamed, her eyes streaming with tears.
The man chuckled and rested his free hand on her head. He cruelly twisted her head into an unnatural angle, exposing the rapidly pulsating vein on
the side of her neck.
"Dieses verletzt nicht eine Spitze." He let out an evil laugh and suck his fangs into her lightly tanned flesh.
A loud cry of pain and terror echoed around the room and she stared in horror at what he was doing to the defenseless girl. All the others in the
room watched with silent tears streaming down their cheeks. They all knew that they would be killed similarly within the day. Her brown eyes flared
red as a whiff of warm mortal blood caught her and her fang rapidly elongated from their normally slightly larger then average and filled her mouth.
Her pupils dilated as they sought to bring in more of the light filtering in from the torches outside. Her hands curled up into fists as she dug her
nails into her own skin, forcing herself to put reigns on the more animalistic instincts she possessed. Times stretched for what seemed like hours
and she shifted her weight a little nervously from foot to foot. Something deep down inside of her told her she needed to stay close to this man,
something important would be revealed. He dropped the body and kicked it with a disdainful sneer on his face. Before speaking, he wiped the left
over blood onto the back of his hand, the look on his face intensifying.
"Dummer Mensch."
Something clicked in the back of her mind when she heard the phrase and she suddenly recognized the language. She silently mouthed the words
as she processed them, translating them quickly. When she understood them her brow furrowed and she planted her hands on her hips.
"I'll have you know not all humans are stupid! Some are, but how do you know this one was?"
He ignored her as if he could not hear her and stood up, brushing the clinging bits of straw from his perfect attire. She snorted quietly as she
looked at his perfectly laundered black robes and shook her head. That was inhuman. A little part of her brain chimed in, telling her that this man
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definitely was not a human, especially after the previous display. She took a step and the straw beneath her foot gave a little crunch. His brow
furrowed at he looked in her direction with cold, calculating vivid blue eyes.
"Who's there?" It did not surprise her that his words did not sound like a bunch of nonsense anymore.
She rubbed the back of her neck as her bright mind began to fly, piecing together all of the things that had happened to her since she ever so
mysteriously appeared. Almost as if that proverbial light bulb clicked on above her head, she understood. She was either dead or unconscious and
the form she inhabited now was her spirit, free of the confines of her body. She absently tapped her chin as she watched him starting to leave,
her own legs seeming to have a mind of their own as they started jogging after him.
She was thoroughly bored. She had followed the man around for close to two hours and nothing interesting at all had happened. He had
just strutted through the castle as if he owned the place. A huffy sigh escaped her as she crossed her arms beneath her chest, tapping her foot
impatiently as he began to talk to someone.
"Drache anything new to report?"
"Yes, Überlord. The seer finally cracked and told us the prophecy. Would you like to hear it now?"
"Come, we will need to go to my chambers. The walls have ears and mouths."
The other man, Drache, nodded a wee bit stupidly and followed this Überlord person along with her. The three soon came to a door made of rich
red wood. A slight shiver ran through her when she entered and a wave if malevolence washed over her. Horrible plots of murder had been hatched
there. The Überlord sat down in a tall backed dark green chair that was daintily decorated with the skull of a human and looked at Drache with an
evil smirk.
"So tell me this prophecy then Drache, I have many things yet to do this night."
Drache nodded quickly and watched the Überlord with a slightly afraid look on his face.
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"Born as the year is birthed a new,
A child sprung from Destiny and Time,
Brought forth from the womb of a savior,
Fated at the clock chime.
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The Future is uncertain and dark,
Balance resting on a single spark,
A single life ignites the flow,
Killing the race with a single blow."
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Überlord smiled darkly as he steepled his fingers, his eyes lightening up with the promise of his race's survival.
"I knew the old bat had it in her. She just had to be persuaded enough. Is she still alive?"
"No Überlord, she is dead and in the river."
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"Did you speak to anyone before you came here?"
"I came right to you after she spoke. I swear Überlord."
"You better be telling the truth or I'll feed you to the prophesied one first."
Drache looked at the other for a moment, uncertainty on his face. "Überlord, Jonathon, please I beseech you, listen to what I have to say. As your
oldest friend and advisor, please reconsider. How do you know that this child is going to kill the Vampyres? Might it not kill our own?
Überlord, Jonathon, narrowed his eyes at Drache and sneered darkly. "Silence. I will not listen to your petty driveling. Of course the child is meant
to kill the Vampyre race! Why else would that seer fall into our hands? It is Fate! I will not hear any more of your speaking. Be gone from my
presence! I do not wish to see your face anymore tonight!"
Drache nodded slowly and just as he was leaving the room he muttered very quietly under his breath. "I have a feeling this child will be the
downfall of our species..." With that, he left.
Jonathon observed him go with a sour gaze, to proud to tell his one and only friend that he was too afraid that he had gotten this entire prophecy
wrong. She watched this whole scene with a growing sense of foreboding. Something was brewing and it might just destroy her entire species. She
gulped a little and nervously ran her fingers through her hair. Somewhere deep down inside of her she knew that it would some how affect her own
personage greatly, but she pushed that particular feeling away thinking it nonsense. For how could a prophecy about being born just a new year
come about have to do with her? She did not plan on having children in the near future and she was not even born in December. She had been
born on Friday, September 13th. She looked down at the desk he was working at and let out a soft gasp. There was a wizarding picture of herself
hugging and laughing Draco. She had absolutely no clue who had taken it, but she remembered that day. She had just come out of the Great Hall
and they were sitting outside by the lake. Draco had dared her to show up naked for dinner the next night. She had laughed and quickly charmed
away his clothes. He had let out a yell and jumped into the lake. She did not understand why anyone, with the exception of herself and Draco,
would ever want or need a picture of that memorable occasion. Jonathon kept looking up at the picture and once or twice he slashed across it
with the tip of his quill, an evil expression on his face.
"I know how to hurt you..." He whispered so quietly she barely caught the words.
Her eyes widened and she went over to snatch the picture, but her foot caught a book left on the ground and she fell. Jonathon looked up from
what he was writing as she got back up onto her feet, his gaze landing right on her. His brow furrowed for a moment then recognition flooded his
face.
"What the hell are you doing here?! Guards! Vampyre in the castle! Vampyre in the castle!"
He marched towards her insubstantial form, his sky blue eyes sparkling with anger. He grabbed her round the neck and surprised her when his
hands did not sink right through her. He reached for the hilt of the dagger resting at his hip just as a number of guards burst into the room...Then
Mynee woke up.
Mynee sat up gasping for air, barely noticing the snow flakes drifting down around. Her hands flew to her neck as she began to hack away
as if to rid herself of the feel of his hands wrapping around her throat. Her hands dropped into her lap when she felt a chill running through her due
to her wet bum and she looked around, bewilderment on her face. People here hovering about her on brooms and a terrified looking Furion had just
landed beside her. She looked to her right and saw Draco sprinting across the snowy pitch to get to her. She then looked down at herself and saw
that she was still clad in those hideously yellow robes. She unconsciously raked her hands through her hair as she pushed herself up onto her
knees, her eyes showing her confusion.
"What the fuck happened?" She shrieked softly.
"You fell." Furion murmured quietly, worry about her gleaming in his hues.
"I remember that, by why aren't I dead?"
"Smoke managed to grab your hand..."
"...but he couldn't hold on properly because you both were a wet from the snow You still fell ten feet or so. Are you all right?" Draco interrupted,
his hands gliding over her face, neck, and arms and his eyes gliding over the rest of her to check her for any noticeable injury. He gasped softly
when he saw the bruises shaped like hand prints on her neck. He reached out to touch one but she jerked away the moment his finger tip brushed
the discolored flesh.
"I'm fine!" She hissed, her eyes searching the sky for Smoke's form. She did not understand why he had saved her. All he wanted to do was ruin
her relationship with Draco, fuck her, and then leave her all alone. A shiver went through her and Draco quickly pulled her into his arms, hugging
her tightly to his chest. It was clear by the look on his face that he had thought that he had lost her when she feel and that he was still very
much in shock.
"Draco..." She whispered quietly as the memories of what she had seen and heard flooding back.
He immediately began stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head. "What is it?"
"I need to go lie down, right...now." She could barely keep herself from blacking out as she remembered the look of anger on that Überlord
Jonathon's face when he looked at the happy Draco in the picture. No matter what she told herself, she knew she could no longer break up with
him. Regardless of if she did, something would happen to him and she would blame herself, knowing she might have been able to prevent it from
happening or protect him in some way. One of her hands found its way to his forearm and she squeezed it hard, her cinnamon hues flaring with
distress. Draco did not wait for another moment. He scooped her up and held her close to his chest, his own fear glimmering in his silvery eyes. He
had lost his mother due to his father's beating and his older sister to the tyranny of Voldemort. He would not loose the woman he loved. He was on
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his feet in seconds and sped off towards the school, not caring about the people calling after him. He had to get her to the Hospital Wing as soon
as possible. Her life might be hanging off of a thread, for he did not know what he would do if she died. His own life had no meaning without her for
there was nothing he had to live for. She was the only one who could bring out the playful, childish part of him that he had repressed when he was
younger. It had not been safe to be a child under Voldemort's rule. That kind of innocence was the first to go. After you saw your first muggle
murdered you were no longer a child, but a warped adolescent who wished for nothing more then to have their life restored to the perfection they
read about in books. But Draco had learned soon after his own innocence had been stolen that his life would never be perfect, or mediocre for that
matter. He was a pureblood and son of Lucius Malfoy, one of the most brutal and uncaring men ever to walk the planet. He had been sentenced
the moment he had been conceived to lead a long life filled with pain, suffering, and death. He would never love for he had been told from a young
age that Malfoys could never love. They could only possess and kill. He remembered that even at the tender age of six he had seen the unjust
persecution of muggleborns and known that, despite what all the adults and Voldemort were trying to drill into his head was horrible and morally
wrong. He had forced himself to pretend to enjoy raping and killing all of those people. He had acted like he was a snobbish pureblood who cared
about nothing more then the size of his vault and the purity of his bloodline. Even thinking about it made him shudder with disgust. Once Voldemort
had been killed all purpose in his life had drained away. There was no scary presence he had to fight for his freedoms, no constant threat to his
life. He had no purpose. And then he had seen her. She was sitting there so beautifully, so very vibrantly alive, that word did not even come close
to describing her, on one of the harsh plastic knit seats on the Hogwarts Express, nodding her head along to music he could not hear. Her hair fell
around her face perfectly and he knew in the very pit of his stomach that he would love this being until the day he died and beyond. In that single
moment he defied everything his father had tried to get him to believe, the very traditions and ideas of the Malfoy line, and entered the
compartment to be closer to his angel. Her eyes opened seconds later and he was so surprised to see that his vision in black was none other then
Hermione Granger. He had thought for a moment the Fates were taunting him, but he saw the momentary flicker of something he would recognize a
few weeks later and could only watch her in silent amazement. A slight smile crossed his lips and he hugged his unconscious arm load closer to his
chest, lowering his head so he could whisper quietly into her ear.
"I won't ever leave you alone Hermione. I know how it feels to be alone and unloved. You will never have to feel that way again. I will always be
here for you."
She stirred slightly and he was thrown again into memories as his legs took him swiftly up to the Hospital. He distinctly remembered the first time
he had ever seen her. He had met her in Diagon Alley when they were both eleven. He had instantly desired to be her friend, seeing her eyes
sparkle with the promise of the knowledge she would soon learn and had reached out to talk to her. Then though, the frigid hand of his father
came and he was forced to put her down, to call this girl he was enthralled with that horrible name. Even in his mind he could not bring himself to
call her it, or even utter it in any of its dark recesses. Her eyes had held such innocence, that exact innocence he had lost when he saw his father
murder his own first born daughter, all because Lord Voldemort had ordered it. He had immediately wanted to possess that innocence,
simultaneously damning himself for not being able to break free of the confines of his family's views. He would have made an effort to befriend her
and try to keep that sweet innocence protected for as long as possible, but the Fates intervened. He remembered then when he saw her eyes
that time on the train, the first time he let his mind realize that the hot, sickening feelings he got whenever Weasley wrapped his arm around her
waist were jealously. He had always been jealous that he was not the one pulling her into his embrace and whispering nonsense words of love into
her ears. But her eyes, oh how her eyes had always captivated him. So warm and intelligent...yet at the same time oh so innocent. But that train
ride shattered any believes he had that she was still that lovely little girl he had envisioned her being until the day she died. Her eyes had been
filled with such pain that his breath had been stolen and his heart ached that he could not have been there to save her from such agony. She had
been alone in her time of trouble, in the time she truly needed someone and the people she considered her friends had been nothing more then a
bunch of jealous bastards who had used her. Hidden deep within her hues had been a secret. A secret so great that it seemed like she would never
tell anyone about it as if she feared for their very lives...His mind fast forwarded to the last moment he had seen her before the game. It was clear
that there was something that saddened her so much that she could barely look him in the eyes. It was almost as if she was ashamed to meet his
gaze. He had immediately thought that she had betrayed him with that Furion. He did not believe even for a moment that he hit for the other team
as she had told him so many times. What gay man would whisper promises of late night pleasures to young girls like he had seen him do so many
times? He had wanted to tell Hermione he loved her right after the game, but the accursed Fates had intervened yet again into his life. The very
woman that kept the thin strand of his sanity intact was on the cusp of death and he was utterly powerless to stop it. She could die and he would
not be able to save her. Fear coursed through him, adding his already adrenaline and shock filled body more strength and speed. Her head was
pressed against his chest as she muttered something in her pain induced comatose state. That fear clutching his spine grew stronger and he
quickly kissed the top of her head, his silver eyes wild.
"Don't die Hermione...Please; you have to be okay..." He whispered, his voice quivering with terror.
He skidded to a halt in front of Madame Pomfrey and managed to set his beloved down onto one of the neat cots before bursting into tears, much
like a young girl of four would when she lost something precious.
As Draco ran like a man possessed to the Hospital Wing, Mynee was trying to block the constant flow of emotions coming from him that
were assaulting her brain. It was clear to her that he was utterly terrified that she was about to die on him and that, combined with the stress of
being completely alone then, would kill him. She fought the need to just close her eyes forever and let her immortal soul drift away to the land of
the Dead, but she refused to let herself go. She had to stay, if only to protect Draco. She knew she cared deeply about him and that was the
problem. Now that she had seen that Jonathon, son of Alexander, Lord of Vampires, was going to try and hurt, if not kill him. And if he succeeded,
it would be completely and utterly her fault. She felt Draco tighten his grip on her and a whole new wave of sheer helplessness and terror washed
over her, making her mind cry out with the stress. She had to stay alive...She had to...It was no longer a choice for her, she just had to. As she
began to drift into unconsciousness, she forced herself to remember, which was a feat all in itself considering the fact she had just dropped ten
feet at an extremely high speed, despite Smoke being able to slow her down a wee bit. Images flashed before her mind's eye as she witnessed her
first kiss with Draco and that first time she saw him in a new light on the train. The split second she had seen in she had known something was
different with him. That cocky, I'm King of the World air that normally hung around him was totally gone, right with his two hulking cronies. He
seemed so small and vulnerable that she was unable to help herself. She felt part of her heart give to him. In a single moment he had been able to
break through the thick guards she had put up around herself and melt the thick layer of ice surrounding her heart. Despite what she told herself,
she fell for him in that exact moment. She knew then, half dead and being carried like she was the most precious thing in the entire world to him,
that she loved him and would do so until the day she died and long afterwards. Just as she was set down on a relatively comfortable bed, she
heard the sound of someone weeping. For a moment she listened to the sound of such unbearable agony and weakly reached a hand out to touch
any part of him.
"Draco." She said hoarsely, her voice barely over a whisper.
"Hermione..." He blubbered.
"I won't die. I can't. I must..."
"You must what?!" He said hysterically, instantly thinking that she was dead the moment what little strength she still possessed was nearly all
sapped by speaking.
She took a deep breath and let her fingertips fall from his cheek. "Must protect you." She uttered before willingly letting herself drift away.
Madame Pomfrey rapidly injecting something into Mynee's limp arm and lightly patted Draco's arm.
"She'll be all right Mr. Malfoy. Something happened and all her strength and energy has been sapped. I don't think there will be any lasting damage
to her. Do you wish to stay with her longer?" Even the normally severe mediwitch could see it was vital for his survival that he not be separated
from her.
He nodded and quickly sat in the chair beside her bed, his silver eyes never leaving her too pale and pinched face. Pomfrey sighed quietly and
walked off. She knew that if Hermione Granger had any chance of recovering from a ten foot fall that was broken by her head and shoulder, she
would need to come out of her unconscious state first.
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Err...I got slightly carried away with the whole Draco soliloquy thing...Did it turn out all right? Did anyone catch even a hint of foreshadowing in
this?? If you have any questions you want answered? Ask me in a review! I'm writing the Christmas chapters now!
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crappery Weeeell...Got this chapter out faster then I thought I would. I got a wee bit carried away with the Draco thing...FORESHADOWING AHEAD!
Shadowed Rains: Yeah...Kinda figures that she has to survive...
YamiClara: So did she catch it? Ya don't find out this chapter.
zenni: You don't find out who those eye's belong to for a little while...
Crazedgurl1291: Oh they will get their asses kicked I promise.
gottalovedrakie: Ahhaaa...
Gwenivive: hehe, this fast enough?
KnAvEy: WeE!! A Snape/Me fic! I knew you loved me Lissa! dances He's SO hot!!
littoxkigga: Yeah....I was copying it outta a book I had written in. I have problems copying stuff down...
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: This soon enough?
Dyth: I try to be...But my family is pretty damn disapproving on it so I hardly know anything about it...In my own mind I am one. Are you?
Horsemaster1: NOT THE COOKIE MONSTERS! Actually, I'll just eat them...Cookies...Mhh...
charmedone: HAHAA! Aren't you special!
ROsE-ofHeL: You are??? TELL ME! I want to know what you figured out! I want to see if you're on the right track!! No one else is! giggles
dreamingmaggie: Thank you! Actually, yellow and black are Hufflepuff colors. I had a major talk with my friend Lissa and after several trips to the HP sites, I proved that they are the right colors. Just like black and blue are Ravenclaw colors...
B: First, I like your email address. Lestat, if we're talking about a) Tom Cruise in Interview w/a Vampire b) and of the books with him in it or c) Queen of the Damned, is bloody brilliant. You read all twenty of them? I'm touched!
Thank you all! I lub you! Please if you have any questions you want answered? Ask me in a review! I'm writing the Christmas chapters now!
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His Angel, His Vision in Black-Chapter Twenty One
She opened her eyes slowly and blearily looked at her surroundings. She was in a grey stone corridor and what little light was there was
provided by a series of flickering torches that left the granite above them black with soot. She slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position and
brushed some of the grit from the floor off of her bum. She looked down at the ground, a zing of fear shooting up her spine. There were coppery
splashes all over the flagstones that reminded her horribly of the dried blood that had adorned her body on many occasions. She had absolutely no
clue where the hell she was. This definitely was not a corridor in Hogwarts. She took an uncertain step in one direction, wondering faintly how she
had been transported from the Quidditch pitch to this dismal hallway in the bowels of a castle. After she had walked for a few moments she
noticed that a door on her right was made up of a series of thick iron bars. Her brow furrowed as she hurried towards it, reaching out and gently
pressing one of her hands to it. To her greatest surprise, her hand passed right on through the bars and the rest of her body went with it due to
the combined inertia. Just before she toppled over, her eye caught a glittering black stone plaque that read Todesraum. Her shoulder hit the stone
and she was surprised again to find that no pain accompanied the fall. She pushed herself back up to her feet and then let out a soft shriek. Her
hands clamped to her mouth as her eyes went over the well fed, terrified humans chained to the walls. Tears collected in the corners of eyes,
changing the white color into a soft rosy hue. None of them were moving as she walked towards one of them, a girl who looked like she was no
more then a year over twelve. She let out a half sob as she reached out to touch the child's cheek, deeper sadness over took her when she found
that her hand once again passed through her flesh. The girl's head popped up and she looked around in terror, her Caribbean blue eyes gleaming
with terror.
"W-Who's there? Please don't hurt me...Please don't take me away like you did to Engel...Leave me alone!"
The girl turned her head to the side as if to hide her eyes and she quickly backed away. Something definitely was not right here and she let out a
horrified squeal when she slid in a pool of congealing blood. Her feet slipped out from beneath her and for the second time in minutes she landed on
her bum. Terrified gasps came from all the prisoners as they, in one gesture, tried to see what had stirred up some of the straw and attempted to
hide their faces. She let out a growl as she got to her feet. Strangely enough, the blood did not stick to her clothes. A shiver ran through her and
she noticed that she was clad singularly in a floor length white night gown with thick straps and a neckline that went down to a point that
revealed the swell of her cleavage. Her hair fell around her waist in loose waves as she ran her fingers through it, confusion flooding her. She did
not know where she was, or what was going on. She jerked out of her thoughts when the rust door swung open with a painfully grating screech. A
tall, dark figure strode into the dank room and quickly viewed the assorted well fed looking prisoners. His eyes stopped on the young lovely one. A
nasty smirk crossed his mouth, his lips pulling up to reveal a pair of glistening canines. The girl let out a shrill cry of terror and pressed herself
harder against the wall. The man sauntered over to her and with a simple wave of his hand, the shackles disappeared and the girl slumped to her
knees. He knelt down and pulled her up by the collar of her once nice shirt, forcing her to stare into his eyes.
"Auf Wiedersehen mein Haustier."
The girl let out a terrified shriek and scrabbled against him, raking her nails against his cheek in her effort to get away.
"Laat me gaan!" She screamed, her eyes streaming with tears.
The man chuckled and rested his free hand on her head. He cruelly twisted her head into an unnatural angle, exposing the rapidly pulsating vein on
the side of her neck.
"Dieses verletzt nicht eine Spitze." He let out an evil laugh and suck his fangs into her lightly tanned flesh.
A loud cry of pain and terror echoed around the room and she stared in horror at what he was doing to the defenseless girl. All the others in the
room watched with silent tears streaming down their cheeks. They all knew that they would be killed similarly within the day. Her brown eyes flared
red as a whiff of warm mortal blood caught her and her fang rapidly elongated from their normally slightly larger then average and filled her mouth.
Her pupils dilated as they sought to bring in more of the light filtering in from the torches outside. Her hands curled up into fists as she dug her
nails into her own skin, forcing herself to put reigns on the more animalistic instincts she possessed. Times stretched for what seemed like hours
and she shifted her weight a little nervously from foot to foot. Something deep down inside of her told her she needed to stay close to this man,
something important would be revealed. He dropped the body and kicked it with a disdainful sneer on his face. Before speaking, he wiped the left
over blood onto the back of his hand, the look on his face intensifying.
"Dummer Mensch."
Something clicked in the back of her mind when she heard the phrase and she suddenly recognized the language. She silently mouthed the words
as she processed them, translating them quickly. When she understood them her brow furrowed and she planted her hands on her hips.
"I'll have you know not all humans are stupid! Some are, but how do you know this one was?"
He ignored her as if he could not hear her and stood up, brushing the clinging bits of straw from his perfect attire. She snorted quietly as she
looked at his perfectly laundered black robes and shook her head. That was inhuman. A little part of her brain chimed in, telling her that this man
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definitely was not a human, especially after the previous display. She took a step and the straw beneath her foot gave a little crunch. His brow
furrowed at he looked in her direction with cold, calculating vivid blue eyes.
"Who's there?" It did not surprise her that his words did not sound like a bunch of nonsense anymore.
She rubbed the back of her neck as her bright mind began to fly, piecing together all of the things that had happened to her since she ever so
mysteriously appeared. Almost as if that proverbial light bulb clicked on above her head, she understood. She was either dead or unconscious and
the form she inhabited now was her spirit, free of the confines of her body. She absently tapped her chin as she watched him starting to leave,
her own legs seeming to have a mind of their own as they started jogging after him.
She was thoroughly bored. She had followed the man around for close to two hours and nothing interesting at all had happened. He had
just strutted through the castle as if he owned the place. A huffy sigh escaped her as she crossed her arms beneath her chest, tapping her foot
impatiently as he began to talk to someone.
"Drache anything new to report?"
"Yes, Überlord. The seer finally cracked and told us the prophecy. Would you like to hear it now?"
"Come, we will need to go to my chambers. The walls have ears and mouths."
The other man, Drache, nodded a wee bit stupidly and followed this Überlord person along with her. The three soon came to a door made of rich
red wood. A slight shiver ran through her when she entered and a wave if malevolence washed over her. Horrible plots of murder had been hatched
there. The Überlord sat down in a tall backed dark green chair that was daintily decorated with the skull of a human and looked at Drache with an
evil smirk.
"So tell me this prophecy then Drache, I have many things yet to do this night."
Drache nodded quickly and watched the Überlord with a slightly afraid look on his face.
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"Born as the year is birthed a new,
A child sprung from Destiny and Time,
Brought forth from the womb of a savior,
Fated at the clock chime.
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The Future is uncertain and dark,
Balance resting on a single spark,
A single life ignites the flow,
Killing the race with a single blow."
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Überlord smiled darkly as he steepled his fingers, his eyes lightening up with the promise of his race's survival.
"I knew the old bat had it in her. She just had to be persuaded enough. Is she still alive?"
"No Überlord, she is dead and in the river."
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"Did you speak to anyone before you came here?"
"I came right to you after she spoke. I swear Überlord."
"You better be telling the truth or I'll feed you to the prophesied one first."
Drache looked at the other for a moment, uncertainty on his face. "Überlord, Jonathon, please I beseech you, listen to what I have to say. As your
oldest friend and advisor, please reconsider. How do you know that this child is going to kill the Vampyres? Might it not kill our own?
Überlord, Jonathon, narrowed his eyes at Drache and sneered darkly. "Silence. I will not listen to your petty driveling. Of course the child is meant
to kill the Vampyre race! Why else would that seer fall into our hands? It is Fate! I will not hear any more of your speaking. Be gone from my
presence! I do not wish to see your face anymore tonight!"
Drache nodded slowly and just as he was leaving the room he muttered very quietly under his breath. "I have a feeling this child will be the
downfall of our species..." With that, he left.
Jonathon observed him go with a sour gaze, to proud to tell his one and only friend that he was too afraid that he had gotten this entire prophecy
wrong. She watched this whole scene with a growing sense of foreboding. Something was brewing and it might just destroy her entire species. She
gulped a little and nervously ran her fingers through her hair. Somewhere deep down inside of her she knew that it would some how affect her own
personage greatly, but she pushed that particular feeling away thinking it nonsense. For how could a prophecy about being born just a new year
come about have to do with her? She did not plan on having children in the near future and she was not even born in December. She had been
born on Friday, September 13th. She looked down at the desk he was working at and let out a soft gasp. There was a wizarding picture of herself
hugging and laughing Draco. She had absolutely no clue who had taken it, but she remembered that day. She had just come out of the Great Hall
and they were sitting outside by the lake. Draco had dared her to show up naked for dinner the next night. She had laughed and quickly charmed
away his clothes. He had let out a yell and jumped into the lake. She did not understand why anyone, with the exception of herself and Draco,
would ever want or need a picture of that memorable occasion. Jonathon kept looking up at the picture and once or twice he slashed across it
with the tip of his quill, an evil expression on his face.
"I know how to hurt you..." He whispered so quietly she barely caught the words.
Her eyes widened and she went over to snatch the picture, but her foot caught a book left on the ground and she fell. Jonathon looked up from
what he was writing as she got back up onto her feet, his gaze landing right on her. His brow furrowed for a moment then recognition flooded his
face.
"What the hell are you doing here?! Guards! Vampyre in the castle! Vampyre in the castle!"
He marched towards her insubstantial form, his sky blue eyes sparkling with anger. He grabbed her round the neck and surprised her when his
hands did not sink right through her. He reached for the hilt of the dagger resting at his hip just as a number of guards burst into the room...Then
Mynee woke up.
Mynee sat up gasping for air, barely noticing the snow flakes drifting down around. Her hands flew to her neck as she began to hack away
as if to rid herself of the feel of his hands wrapping around her throat. Her hands dropped into her lap when she felt a chill running through her due
to her wet bum and she looked around, bewilderment on her face. People here hovering about her on brooms and a terrified looking Furion had just
landed beside her. She looked to her right and saw Draco sprinting across the snowy pitch to get to her. She then looked down at herself and saw
that she was still clad in those hideously yellow robes. She unconsciously raked her hands through her hair as she pushed herself up onto her
knees, her eyes showing her confusion.
"What the fuck happened?" She shrieked softly.
"You fell." Furion murmured quietly, worry about her gleaming in his hues.
"I remember that, by why aren't I dead?"
"Smoke managed to grab your hand..."
"...but he couldn't hold on properly because you both were a wet from the snow You still fell ten feet or so. Are you all right?" Draco interrupted,
his hands gliding over her face, neck, and arms and his eyes gliding over the rest of her to check her for any noticeable injury. He gasped softly
when he saw the bruises shaped like hand prints on her neck. He reached out to touch one but she jerked away the moment his finger tip brushed
the discolored flesh.
"I'm fine!" She hissed, her eyes searching the sky for Smoke's form. She did not understand why he had saved her. All he wanted to do was ruin
her relationship with Draco, fuck her, and then leave her all alone. A shiver went through her and Draco quickly pulled her into his arms, hugging
her tightly to his chest. It was clear by the look on his face that he had thought that he had lost her when she feel and that he was still very
much in shock.
"Draco..." She whispered quietly as the memories of what she had seen and heard flooding back.
He immediately began stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head. "What is it?"
"I need to go lie down, right...now." She could barely keep herself from blacking out as she remembered the look of anger on that Überlord
Jonathon's face when he looked at the happy Draco in the picture. No matter what she told herself, she knew she could no longer break up with
him. Regardless of if she did, something would happen to him and she would blame herself, knowing she might have been able to prevent it from
happening or protect him in some way. One of her hands found its way to his forearm and she squeezed it hard, her cinnamon hues flaring with
distress. Draco did not wait for another moment. He scooped her up and held her close to his chest, his own fear glimmering in his silvery eyes. He
had lost his mother due to his father's beating and his older sister to the tyranny of Voldemort. He would not loose the woman he loved. He was on
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his feet in seconds and sped off towards the school, not caring about the people calling after him. He had to get her to the Hospital Wing as soon
as possible. Her life might be hanging off of a thread, for he did not know what he would do if she died. His own life had no meaning without her for
there was nothing he had to live for. She was the only one who could bring out the playful, childish part of him that he had repressed when he was
younger. It had not been safe to be a child under Voldemort's rule. That kind of innocence was the first to go. After you saw your first muggle
murdered you were no longer a child, but a warped adolescent who wished for nothing more then to have their life restored to the perfection they
read about in books. But Draco had learned soon after his own innocence had been stolen that his life would never be perfect, or mediocre for that
matter. He was a pureblood and son of Lucius Malfoy, one of the most brutal and uncaring men ever to walk the planet. He had been sentenced
the moment he had been conceived to lead a long life filled with pain, suffering, and death. He would never love for he had been told from a young
age that Malfoys could never love. They could only possess and kill. He remembered that even at the tender age of six he had seen the unjust
persecution of muggleborns and known that, despite what all the adults and Voldemort were trying to drill into his head was horrible and morally
wrong. He had forced himself to pretend to enjoy raping and killing all of those people. He had acted like he was a snobbish pureblood who cared
about nothing more then the size of his vault and the purity of his bloodline. Even thinking about it made him shudder with disgust. Once Voldemort
had been killed all purpose in his life had drained away. There was no scary presence he had to fight for his freedoms, no constant threat to his
life. He had no purpose. And then he had seen her. She was sitting there so beautifully, so very vibrantly alive, that word did not even come close
to describing her, on one of the harsh plastic knit seats on the Hogwarts Express, nodding her head along to music he could not hear. Her hair fell
around her face perfectly and he knew in the very pit of his stomach that he would love this being until the day he died and beyond. In that single
moment he defied everything his father had tried to get him to believe, the very traditions and ideas of the Malfoy line, and entered the
compartment to be closer to his angel. Her eyes opened seconds later and he was so surprised to see that his vision in black was none other then
Hermione Granger. He had thought for a moment the Fates were taunting him, but he saw the momentary flicker of something he would recognize a
few weeks later and could only watch her in silent amazement. A slight smile crossed his lips and he hugged his unconscious arm load closer to his
chest, lowering his head so he could whisper quietly into her ear.
"I won't ever leave you alone Hermione. I know how it feels to be alone and unloved. You will never have to feel that way again. I will always be
here for you."
She stirred slightly and he was thrown again into memories as his legs took him swiftly up to the Hospital. He distinctly remembered the first time
he had ever seen her. He had met her in Diagon Alley when they were both eleven. He had instantly desired to be her friend, seeing her eyes
sparkle with the promise of the knowledge she would soon learn and had reached out to talk to her. Then though, the frigid hand of his father
came and he was forced to put her down, to call this girl he was enthralled with that horrible name. Even in his mind he could not bring himself to
call her it, or even utter it in any of its dark recesses. Her eyes had held such innocence, that exact innocence he had lost when he saw his father
murder his own first born daughter, all because Lord Voldemort had ordered it. He had immediately wanted to possess that innocence,
simultaneously damning himself for not being able to break free of the confines of his family's views. He would have made an effort to befriend her
and try to keep that sweet innocence protected for as long as possible, but the Fates intervened. He remembered then when he saw her eyes
that time on the train, the first time he let his mind realize that the hot, sickening feelings he got whenever Weasley wrapped his arm around her
waist were jealously. He had always been jealous that he was not the one pulling her into his embrace and whispering nonsense words of love into
her ears. But her eyes, oh how her eyes had always captivated him. So warm and intelligent...yet at the same time oh so innocent. But that train
ride shattered any believes he had that she was still that lovely little girl he had envisioned her being until the day she died. Her eyes had been
filled with such pain that his breath had been stolen and his heart ached that he could not have been there to save her from such agony. She had
been alone in her time of trouble, in the time she truly needed someone and the people she considered her friends had been nothing more then a
bunch of jealous bastards who had used her. Hidden deep within her hues had been a secret. A secret so great that it seemed like she would never
tell anyone about it as if she feared for their very lives...His mind fast forwarded to the last moment he had seen her before the game. It was clear
that there was something that saddened her so much that she could barely look him in the eyes. It was almost as if she was ashamed to meet his
gaze. He had immediately thought that she had betrayed him with that Furion. He did not believe even for a moment that he hit for the other team
as she had told him so many times. What gay man would whisper promises of late night pleasures to young girls like he had seen him do so many
times? He had wanted to tell Hermione he loved her right after the game, but the accursed Fates had intervened yet again into his life. The very
woman that kept the thin strand of his sanity intact was on the cusp of death and he was utterly powerless to stop it. She could die and he would
not be able to save her. Fear coursed through him, adding his already adrenaline and shock filled body more strength and speed. Her head was
pressed against his chest as she muttered something in her pain induced comatose state. That fear clutching his spine grew stronger and he
quickly kissed the top of her head, his silver eyes wild.
"Don't die Hermione...Please; you have to be okay..." He whispered, his voice quivering with terror.
He skidded to a halt in front of Madame Pomfrey and managed to set his beloved down onto one of the neat cots before bursting into tears, much
like a young girl of four would when she lost something precious.
As Draco ran like a man possessed to the Hospital Wing, Mynee was trying to block the constant flow of emotions coming from him that
were assaulting her brain. It was clear to her that he was utterly terrified that she was about to die on him and that, combined with the stress of
being completely alone then, would kill him. She fought the need to just close her eyes forever and let her immortal soul drift away to the land of
the Dead, but she refused to let herself go. She had to stay, if only to protect Draco. She knew she cared deeply about him and that was the
problem. Now that she had seen that Jonathon, son of Alexander, Lord of Vampires, was going to try and hurt, if not kill him. And if he succeeded,
it would be completely and utterly her fault. She felt Draco tighten his grip on her and a whole new wave of sheer helplessness and terror washed
over her, making her mind cry out with the stress. She had to stay alive...She had to...It was no longer a choice for her, she just had to. As she
began to drift into unconsciousness, she forced herself to remember, which was a feat all in itself considering the fact she had just dropped ten
feet at an extremely high speed, despite Smoke being able to slow her down a wee bit. Images flashed before her mind's eye as she witnessed her
first kiss with Draco and that first time she saw him in a new light on the train. The split second she had seen in she had known something was
different with him. That cocky, I'm King of the World air that normally hung around him was totally gone, right with his two hulking cronies. He
seemed so small and vulnerable that she was unable to help herself. She felt part of her heart give to him. In a single moment he had been able to
break through the thick guards she had put up around herself and melt the thick layer of ice surrounding her heart. Despite what she told herself,
she fell for him in that exact moment. She knew then, half dead and being carried like she was the most precious thing in the entire world to him,
that she loved him and would do so until the day she died and long afterwards. Just as she was set down on a relatively comfortable bed, she
heard the sound of someone weeping. For a moment she listened to the sound of such unbearable agony and weakly reached a hand out to touch
any part of him.
"Draco." She said hoarsely, her voice barely over a whisper.
"Hermione..." He blubbered.
"I won't die. I can't. I must..."
"You must what?!" He said hysterically, instantly thinking that she was dead the moment what little strength she still possessed was nearly all
sapped by speaking.
She took a deep breath and let her fingertips fall from his cheek. "Must protect you." She uttered before willingly letting herself drift away.
Madame Pomfrey rapidly injecting something into Mynee's limp arm and lightly patted Draco's arm.
"She'll be all right Mr. Malfoy. Something happened and all her strength and energy has been sapped. I don't think there will be any lasting damage
to her. Do you wish to stay with her longer?" Even the normally severe mediwitch could see it was vital for his survival that he not be separated
from her.
He nodded and quickly sat in the chair beside her bed, his silver eyes never leaving her too pale and pinched face. Pomfrey sighed quietly and
walked off. She knew that if Hermione Granger had any chance of recovering from a ten foot fall that was broken by her head and shoulder, she
would need to come out of her unconscious state first.
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