Two cops stood outside the hospital morgue, talking in hushed tones so they wouldn't be heard by any patients walking by.
"We found them both in the fire," said one cop. "It's so terrible." A door down the hall opened, and a nurse walked through, escorting a young woman with burns on her face and arms. It was Hermione.
"How the hell did she survive that?" asked one of the cops.
"No one knows," said the other. "It's a miracle." The nurse led Hermione to the door to the morgue, and they stepped in. The nurse soon stepped back out, closing the door behind her and left Hermione alone. "The fire was very back," continued the cop. "We think the guy we found in there was her boyfriend. He didn't survived."
"Oh, Lord," muttered the other cop.
"We saved the house though..."
Hermione stood in front of the bed where a body lay with the sheet drawn over it. Her eyes filled with tears, and she gently reached a hand out to pull the sheet back and see the face. The blanket suddenly shifted, and a hand reached up and grabbed her by the arm. She gave a yelp and jumped hack, and the arm hung limp over the edge. It was Viktor's.
She sighed and closed her eyes, trembling. At least it was over now, she kept telling herself. She stepped back, but felt herself bump into something. It felt icy cold and prickly like thousands of needles. She stood still, her face draining of color, and the room felt colder than ever. The growling noise started low, but gradually grew louder, and she slowly turned around to see long black hair, white skin and...
(A/N: W-b-b-b-b-b-th-that's all folks! Hehehehe. Please R&R.)