Voldemort stood looking at the figure in front of him. "You sure you can do it?"
The figure looked back at him with something close to reverence. "Master, she is only a little girl, a half blood. Her father may have been powerful, but I assure you, I can handle her."
"Good, I'm counting on you."
"Anything for you master." The vampire said before bowing his way out of the room.
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Harry and Hermione were sitting in the common room. Hermione kept glancing around every few minutes.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked her after about the hundredth time.
"I don't know, I keep getting this feeling someone is watching me."
Just then Ron came over. "Hey Hermione, I just thought of the perfect prank."
"Not now Ron, I don't feel very good I think I need to go lie down." Hermione got up and began to walk toward the girls staircase. Her head was spinning and everything looked blurry.
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A tall figure crouched in the shadows looking at the castle. He closed his eyes and concentrated, his mind searching the halls until he found what he was looking for. His eyes snapped open, he had felt her, she was more than he expected, she was so young, so full of life, so powerful, and he would have her. All he wanted to do was grab her and drink the life from her veins, every last drop feeling her heart beat slow under him, feel her struggling helplessly beneath him, make her his.
But then he remembered his masters wishes, he must not go against him no matter how much he wanted to, his master would give her to him when she had served her propose. Withdrawing into the cover of the trees, he waited for her to come.
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Hermione awoke in her bed, she had to get out, just for a little bit, she couldn't explain why but something called her, drew her outside, something she couldn't resist.
Pulling herself out of bed, she dressed and headed down the stairs. Transforming, she quickly made her way out of a window and down the wall onto the grounds. She walked across to the forest, which is where she had to go. It wasn't until she entered the forest that she noticed she had no choice over where she went. She tried to pull herself away but her feet carried her to the clearing where she had fought the werewolf. Fear flooded her, only another vampire could do this to her, she was strong, but she was only a half blood, if she came across a truly powerful vampire she wouldn't stand a chance.
"Hello, Hermione, I've been waiting for you." The vampire stepped out of the forest and walked up behind her.
He was to strong, she couldn't move no matter how hard she tried. He seemed amused by her efforts, "Come now, you don't think you can fight me? I'm too powerful for you." He said as he placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her around to face him.
She stared at him, unable to move as her lifted her chin to look into his face. His eyes were cold, dark masses of evil, and something that scared her even more, lust. Redoubling her efforts a small gasp excepted her lips.
"Why do you fight? Just let me into your mind to make my control complete. You've already lost." Hermonie knew he was right, his grip on her was too strong, still she tried, if not for herself, them for Harry, Ron, and the Order.
But he was so very strong, with a cry of triumph he broke through her last barrier and shoved her existence into the back of her mind where she was helpless, only able to watch as her power drained into him, as Harry's life became less and less sure.
"Now my dear, time for you to join us." He said before taking a port key out of his pocket. The two of them grabbed it and moments later they were standing in a room facing a tall chair. Voldemort turned to look at them.
"Good Necant." Voldemort said, the Vampire (Necant, it's one of the many Latin words for kill) smiled, "Anything for you master."
"Now come to me." Voldemort said looking Hermione up and down.
Hermione walked obediently forward toward him, he grabbed her arm and rolled up her sleeve. She knew what he was about to do and all of her screamed at her to stop it, but she couldn't, she was no longer in control, Voldemort raised his wand and burned his mark into her skin. A skull with a snake tongue.