Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or the Carpathian novels (gee don't I wish), but in this chapter or the next one, I will use two paragraphs from one of Feehan's novels. If you guess the correct novel and which paragraphs, I don't know I will think up some kind of prize. Considering Feehan has so many novels, only another obsessive like me will probably get it. But, who knows? Right?

Oh, and Sigurd is MINE! No one can use him until I am done…until then email me if you want to use another of my characters. Oh, Dark Harry is mine too. And yes, Dark Harry did come from the idea of Dark Willow off of BTVS. So sue me. But beware… I have about 13 cents in pennies at my disposal at the moment. I am a VERY poor sixteen-year-old who happens to get really weird ideas from all over the place. Okay I will quit rambling now.

Dark Norse

Chapter 2: Coming To

"What do you mean 'she just disappeared'?" Harry used his best clam voice, but the alarm and anger was coming through in full color, and if people were smart, they would get out of the way when he exploded.

"Well, she did. She never reported in. We went to the place where we had sent her and nothing was there except the remains of powerful magic." Draco Malfoy was as mad as Harry, but he was much better at hiding it. He had liked Hermione for years, was now her superior, and now all of the sudden she had vanished! But, no one had ever accused Draco of stupidity, he knew when to keep his mouth shut, and the presence of Harry Potter when he went into 'Dark Harry' mode made all the sixth sense alarms in his head go off.

"Well, go and find her!" Dark Harry was coming to the surface and it was not pretty. His hair was changing color from black and unruly to a deep dark red color and straight as an arrow. Eyes usually the greenest in Hogwarts turned black as midnight, not even the white part of his eyes showed. Pure black. People usually ran away screaming when they saw this face. Voldemort certainly had.

Three years ago, Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, witnessed Voldemort kill Ginny, Arthur, Charlie, Fred, George, and Molly Weasley in front of him. About two miliseconds later, Harry Potter was gone and the new person standing there was dubbed Dark Harry. No one was left alive, they didn't even have the bodies to prove that they were really dead. Just Harry's word that not only would Voldemort never rise again, no one else would either. When Harry offered to be an Auror, his request was quickly and expertly taken care of. Harry was way too dangerous to be put in active duty; so he was the DADA teacher at Hogwarts. He was told that he was needed to take care of the students, but whenever there was a problem in the Auror department, they came to him. He was used to it by now.

"We will take care of it. But we will inform you of the proceedings." Draco said it with a this-is-the-way-it-will-be-or-else voice and turned toward the door. Draco was stopped by what Harry said and felt pity for the person on the receiving end of that anger.

"If you can not find where Hermione is or who did it. I will."

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Hermione awoke in defense mode. Fighting for her life, just as she had been with the Death Eaters. Red eyes blazed at her. Hands held her down, biting into her flesh so hard she screamed in anger and pain.

Slowly awareness came to her. She wasn't in the cemetery, she was on a couch, covered up with blankets no less! Where was she? What was going on? They had to be friends because they had helped her when she was asleep or knocked out or whatever you wanted to call it.

Hermione processed the information in scant milliseconds and immediately relaxed. It was so sudden that the arms holding her fell against her body and broke the bone in her upper right arm. She didn't scream this time, just detached herself from the pain and dreamily looked around. Nothing seemed real in this state of mind she could put herself in.

Warmth and light entered her body and Hermione followed it. She saw the clean break in her arm. Saw the light ahead of her mend it in seconds and then backed off. Without the pain, Hermione returned to her forward conscious self and asked a small but loaded question. "Where am I?"

The three dark males that were around her looked at one another and spoke on threads of mind-speech.

"What can we tell her?" Mikhail said in a weary voice. He didn't know what to do with a human girl. It had been hundreds of years since his own lifemate was human.

"We could tell her the truth." Gregori said in a very matter-of-fact tone.

"Really, do we say 'Hey you came out of the middle of nowhere, nice to have you in the neighborhood.'?" That was Johnatan. He was Gregori's son and had inherited his father's entire collection of humor. It was obvious, since his father didn't have his anymore.

Hermione giggled. Two of the men looked pained and the third was defiantly holding back laughter. So, she laughed for him. Lots of good it did though. Now they were looking at her like she was a new brand of magic. Wonderful. Harry was going to be pissed. Harry!

Hermione jumped off of the couch and tried to Disapparate. But, one man took hold of her mind and body the split second before she could go and held on with a strength that surprised her. It also hurt like hell. Her mind was being clamped down with steel plates and her body was being hugged in a kind of bear-hug. Both hurt like hell. Together it was enough to make her faint.

Gregori loosened his hold on the girl's body while Mikhail let go of her mind. They had never seen anything like that. One second she was there and a split millisecond after that it was if her body was transparent, moving at a hyperspeed. They were afraid she would hit something, so they held on with all they were worth, which apparently hurt her. Poor girl.

"Mikhail where are you!" the sound of Raven's voice was enough to make every single male there sigh with frustration. Ever since she had gotten pregnant again it was a battle to make her do anything. And if she saw what was on the couch she would go balistic. Literally. "Found you. Why are you guys around the couch?" Oh, shit. She was here.

Raven waddled to the couch and peeked at what was lying on it. She looked at he men and then at the girl. Back and forht until she finally looked at the girl who had started to stir again. "You have a lot of explaining to do. Hello, dear. Do you need help?" At the girl's nod, Raven tried to get around to the other side of the couch to help her but Gregori was there first. Mikhail held onto Raven as the mysterious girl held onto Gregori and tried to walk.

"I ask again, where am I?" Hermione was getting really pissed. They wouldn't let her leave, they wouldn't give her answers and Harry was going to be so mad!

"Well, you are in the Carpathian Mountains in my husbands house. Apparently you dropped out of nowhere to be caught by Gregori. Isn't that poetic?" Raven answered her before she could be told not to. She had gotten the details from her lifemate's mind. A century had heightened her ability to go into his mind without his knowledge. But it also earned her a glare from all three males and a confused expression in the girl's.

"Carpathian Mountains?" At Raven's nod Hermione started to shake. She prided herself on knowing all the geography in the Europe, Asia, Africa continents and she had never even heard of this place. "Is this in the America's or the Australian continents?"

Raven shook her head, "Romania."

Oh bloody hell. Hermione never swore but she thought this would count as a good time to swear. "Bloody hell. Romania. I am in Romania, but have I heard of it? Oh, no! This is not good and I bloody well know it." Hermione was ranting to thin air, not really caring if the people around her heard her. She could put a Memory Charm on them later. "Harry is going to be so pissed. He is going to go stark ravin' mad and then we'll be up shit creek without a bloody oar to row us out of the bloody ocean!" Hermione continued in this way for about ten seconds before giving into exhaustion and plopping back onto the couch.

The four people who had been listening to her looked at each other Johnatan said what they were all thinking on a common communication thread, "Well, she's English."

"Thank you John." Raven was laughing in all of their heads.

"Where are you from? And what is your name?" Raven spoke to Hermione in the best mother voice she could come up with.

"I was born in England, but I came from Switzerland. And my name is Hermione." No need to tell them about Hogwarts and the magic world. They were probably Muggles anyway.