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The End of All Things

Chapter 2- The Elf and the Vampire

"No! You're doing it all wrong! You're going to kill us!"

"Look out, Professor!"

A man who looked like he could be in his thirties ducked as a beam of light shot passed his head. He shot back up; his silvery, white hair, which had been pulled back into a pony tail, had become disheveled from the strenuous class. He quickly scanned the room, noticing all the students still waving their hands in futile attempts to cast spells.

"ENOUGH, ALL OF YOU! IF I SEE ANOTHER SPELL FLY, YOU WILL ALL RECEIVE DETENTION!" yelled the professor.

His sparkling green eyes turned and looked at Hermione Granger, who had turned a deep red and hung her head.

"Miss Granger, I expected better of you." Hermione turned an even deeper shade of red. Harry and Ron walked over to her to try to comfort her. The professor took another scan of the room before the bell rang. He turned to the clock and noticed that the bell was still a few minutes away.

"You're dismissed."

"But the bell, it"

"DISMISSED." The students filed out of the room and headed for the Great Hall.

The professor looked around the classroom. He noticed the burn marks on the walls and floor, as well as the papers that had been scattered. Desks lay in ruins from students like Neville Longbottom who hadn't properly paid attention to the instructions.

"Well, well, well, Professor Velrah Amadeus. Looks like you had quite an exciting class." Velrah looked up. A tall, beautiful woman stood at the door to Velrah's classroom. Her face was adorned with striking and beautiful features. Her skin was pale, and she had stunning blue eyes and brown hair. Her hair fell an inch below her shoulders. She wore a moderately tight black robe. Like the woman, Velrah had pale skin, but his hair was silvery and fell just above his shoulders when it wasn't pulled back. His robe was an emerald green color that matched his eyes.

"Oh it was horrid, Mara. It became very obvious that these humans cannot possibly grasp the concept of Elven magic. Even Hermione Granger could not get the hang of it," said the elven professor, relieved to get it off of his chest.

His vampiric betrothed strolled over to his desk. Mara walked in front of Velrah and sat down on the desk. She crossed her legs and leaned in towards Velrah.

"My dear, you should have known that it would be difficult for them to manage. They don't have the natural gift to perform that kind of magic, and they're 7th years. They've never been exposed to this."

"But anything they can learn will help them when the war comes. So, tell me about your Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"The 6th years are doing well, but they have a long way to go. Some of the Hufflepuffs can't even handle a boggart." Velrah chuckled.

He looked up at the clock and noticed the time. "Well Mara, my love, I believe it is time for dinner." Velrah stood from his chair and took Mara's hand. She stood up and walked beside her betrothed.

They ascended the stairs, and the halls brightened from the sun.

"Do we have to eat in the Great Hall? I feel so uncomfortable there."

"Yes, we do! You can't stay in the dungeons forever. Besides, the teachers do like you." Mara sighed.

"You're right. You know, I will never get used to seeing the sun. It is such a beautiful thing. I never thought I would see it again." Mara laid her head on Velrah's shoulder when they entered the hallway that lied just before the Great Hall.

"Yes, Dumbledore was quite lucky to come across the enchantment. Maybe he will find something that will eliminate your need to feed on blood."

"One can only hope."


The Golden Trio took their seats at the Gryffindor table. Hermione was still slightly red from the events that took place in their previous class. As usual, Ron and Harry promptly filled their plates to the limit. Hermione had taken some food, but she sat there and simply stared at it

"Come on, Mione, eat," said Harry.

"I'm not hungry."

"That teacher is just a stupid git. Don't worry about it," said Ron through a mouthful of food.

"He is not a stupid git. He is the most powerful mage of all time," replied Hermione in Velrah's defense.

"If you like him, then why are you still so gloomy over the whole thing?" asked Harry.

"I almost killed him! You'd still be gloomy if you almost killed your professor!"

Ron promptly swallowed his mouthful of food. "I can see the headlines on the Prophet now. 'Hermione Granger, know-it-all and teacher's pet, almost kills new Hogwarts professor.'" Harry elbowed Ron, but was surprised when Hermione busted out laughing.

"Thank you, Ron. I needed that."

"Hey, that's what I'm here for."

"On the bright side, I did get further with the spells. At least I can actually cast them now."

"We never even got a spark. At least we didn't almost kill the professor," said Harry with a grin. Hermione took her fork and flung mashed potatoes across the table at him.

Harry laughed as he wiped the potatoes off of his robe. He looked up. Hermione noticed that Harry's eye widened. He pointed over to the entrance of the Great Hall. "Hey! Professor Amadeus and Professor Mara have decided to eat in the Hall today! That's a new sight."

"Harry, you do know that Professor Mara is a vampire, right?" said Hermione, unwilling to believe that Mara had shown herself in the sun.

"Yes, but she's here!" Ron looked up and saw the couple walking in.

"Bloody hell…"

Hermione finally turned around and dropped her jaw. What the hell is a vampire doing out in the sun? She looked at the staff table and watched as Velrah and Mara took their seats, but she noticed that a seat remained empty…and realized that the seat belonged to Professor Snape. Almost as if Hermione's thought was a trigger, Professor Snape came through the entrance doors and speed-walked to the Headmaster.

Snape leaned over and whispered something into Dumbledore's ear. Dumbledore shot out of his seat and motioned for the teachers to follow him. Hermione furrowed her brow and wondered what had the teachers spooked.

The teachers tried their best to keep up with Dumbledore as they practically ran to his office. Minerva ran up to Dumbledore's side.

"What the blazes is going on, Albus?"

"I'm afraid we have a problem…"