Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
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Chapter I: The Assignment.
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"But, my dear, it's dangerous!" the editor of the Quibbler said as his daughter paced his office.
"It's a story of a life time," the dirty-blond haired young woman argued as she tucked her wand behind her ear. "And believe me, as the editor, you believe I can pull this off."
"But I'm not talking to you as the editor. I'm talking to you as your father," Mr. Lovegood said as he looked at his beloved daughter. A perfect copy of her mother in elegance and form.
Luna Lovegood still wore her hair wildly but has subtly tamed it in a ponytail. Her features had taken more shape since her fourth year in Hogwarts. Since then she was a constant concern of her father.
He was afraid to lose another woman he loved. He lost her mother when she was young and seeing her like this, it almost broke his heart to even let her out of his sight.
And it nearly killed him to know that she fought against the dark wizard three years ago along side her friends. But she's her mother's daughter and would not take no for an answer.
But the assignment that she was requesting was just too much for him to bear.
"Dad," she sighed. "The Daily Prophet's been doing stories about these vampire hunters for weeks now. All they have is secondary reports from victims and witnesses."
"Yeah," her father sighed. He knew she was right. For the past week the Prophet was getting the most customers and he really didn't need that. He wanted something big. And he needed it in the next week. He took a copy of yesterday's Prophet and read the headlines with great distaste.
"Two Dark Avengers save couple from vampires," he looked at her daughter and smiled. "What's your plan?"
"I find the two vampire hunters and get the interview of a lifetime," she said enthusiastically. To an editor, this plan seemed logical, to a father, it was a nightmare waiting to happen.
"There's one problem," her father said as her read the paper. "No one knows where or who they are." Luna had a mischievous smile on her lips.
"I've asked around," she said as she sat on her father's desk. "And I may know where one of them hangs out."
"Where?" he was afraid to ask. Suddenly, Luna seemed sheepish.
"The key word is 'may' dad," she smiled. "And my source is reliable." He was hating this idea more every second. But knowing her, she will not give up.
"In one condition," he sighed. "Granger will be your partner in this assignment."
"Is she back?" Luna asked. She knew that her friend was on assignment from Bulgaria. She wondered how that went. She also knew that her friend would want a piece of the action however illogical it may be.
"She's still resting but she'll be here tomorrow," her father said. "Be careful, please?" he pleaded. Luna gave her father a kiss on the cheek and left his office.
All the while, he wondered if he did the right thing.
***
Hermione Granger flopped on her bed and was frustrated from her work in Bulgaria. Viktor Krum still thinks that she had the hots for him and tried to lead her into his bedroom.
But she was still smiling in satisfaction as she left him singing soprano if you know what I mean. Ever since her breakup with Ronald Weasley, her love life was sketchy at best. A lot of first dates and a lot of set ups but they lack a certain trait that would make her truly in love. Unfortunately, she herself does not know what that trait is.
Looking at her ceiling, she smiled.
It was good to be back in London. It was good to finally rest. She had been on assignment for five grueling days and she wanted some piece and quiet.
Or a rather outrageous, outlandish and exciting assignment to fill her boring hours. She didn't realize that that opportunity came knocking on her door.
Actually, it sounded more like a crack and a loud thud followed by cursing and groaning. Hermione smiled as she recognized the entrance all too well.
"Good afternoon, Luna," she greeted.
"Evening," Luna corrected her as she slowly stood from the floor. "It's already six. I've better work on my landing."
"While you're at it, work on your language as well," Hermione giggled. "You've said some words that would put a sailor to shame."
"They've got to device a better way to apparate," Luna grumbled as she lay down beside her friend. "How was Bulgaria?"
"Don't ask," Hermione groaned.
"Krum tried to hit on you again, huh?" Luna smiled. "Love's greatest pleasure is the triumph over another's heart."
"We'll, he'd be crazy to do that again if he knew what's good for him," Hermione sighed and smiled at her friend. "What brings you here?"
"Can't I visit a friend?" Luna asked with an expression of mock pain.
"Usually you floo or you walk or take other methods of transportation aside from apparation to get here," Hermione smiled as she played with Luna's wild hair. "What's so important?"
"Have you heard of the recent vampire attacks?" Luna asked as she looked at the ceiling.
"Two of those attacks happened in Bulgaria," Hermione smirked as she followed her friend's gaze. "The second proved to be fatal for the vampires."
"How so?" Luna was interested.
"By statements of the victims, there were two men in black clothing who killed every vampire that attacked them," Hermione smirked.
"How many?" Luna asked in curiosity.
"Fifteen vampires," Luna's eyes widened in her surprise.
"Fifteen against two," she sighed. Hermione, ever so sharp, looked at her friend with skepticism.
"You're father will never agree to it," Hermione told the young woman but Luna's smile made her suspicious. "What are the conditions of his approval?"
"That you'll come with me," Luna smiled as she looked at her. Hermione laughed as she sat up. She never felt so alive before just now. Vampires, stalkers of the night and a good story.
She said the only word that was appropriate.
"Why not," both women smiled.
**
Dusk had settled as the night sky was filled with the glittering lights of the stars. So peaceful and yet so dangerous. Leaning on the railing of London bridge, a pair of emerald eyes watched the passing boats as they traveled the river and passed the bridge.
He held his makeshift necklace tightly in his hand as if fearing of losing it.
"Time will heal and time will scar," another voice suddenly came from the shadows. "And time will ease the heart. If you let it," the last sentence was said in vehemence.
"My heart will never let go," he said. The owner of the voice in the shadows smile.
"Never say never, my friend," he said making the man frown at him. "You yourself told me that you thought that you will never get away from those things you call relatives but look at you now. Alone and free."
"I'll never be free," the man said into the shadows. "My heart is trapped with guilt and I chose not to seek salvation."
"Salvation comes in many forms and sometimes when you least expect it," the man in the shadows stepped forward, prodding his friend with his amethyst eyes.
"What does that mean?" he asked. But the violet eyed man didn't answer. Instead, he gazed upon the night sky and smiled.
"The night is young and the dark is nearing," he smiled as he returned into the shadows. "It's time to get to work."
Sighing, the man let go of his necklace and followed him, revealing a diamond ring that he tied with a silver chain dangling from his neck.
With a final sigh, he tucked the necklace in his shirt and began patrolling the London night.
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End of 1
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A/n: Please review.
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Chapter I: The Assignment.
.
"But, my dear, it's dangerous!" the editor of the Quibbler said as his daughter paced his office.
"It's a story of a life time," the dirty-blond haired young woman argued as she tucked her wand behind her ear. "And believe me, as the editor, you believe I can pull this off."
"But I'm not talking to you as the editor. I'm talking to you as your father," Mr. Lovegood said as he looked at his beloved daughter. A perfect copy of her mother in elegance and form.
Luna Lovegood still wore her hair wildly but has subtly tamed it in a ponytail. Her features had taken more shape since her fourth year in Hogwarts. Since then she was a constant concern of her father.
He was afraid to lose another woman he loved. He lost her mother when she was young and seeing her like this, it almost broke his heart to even let her out of his sight.
And it nearly killed him to know that she fought against the dark wizard three years ago along side her friends. But she's her mother's daughter and would not take no for an answer.
But the assignment that she was requesting was just too much for him to bear.
"Dad," she sighed. "The Daily Prophet's been doing stories about these vampire hunters for weeks now. All they have is secondary reports from victims and witnesses."
"Yeah," her father sighed. He knew she was right. For the past week the Prophet was getting the most customers and he really didn't need that. He wanted something big. And he needed it in the next week. He took a copy of yesterday's Prophet and read the headlines with great distaste.
"Two Dark Avengers save couple from vampires," he looked at her daughter and smiled. "What's your plan?"
"I find the two vampire hunters and get the interview of a lifetime," she said enthusiastically. To an editor, this plan seemed logical, to a father, it was a nightmare waiting to happen.
"There's one problem," her father said as her read the paper. "No one knows where or who they are." Luna had a mischievous smile on her lips.
"I've asked around," she said as she sat on her father's desk. "And I may know where one of them hangs out."
"Where?" he was afraid to ask. Suddenly, Luna seemed sheepish.
"The key word is 'may' dad," she smiled. "And my source is reliable." He was hating this idea more every second. But knowing her, she will not give up.
"In one condition," he sighed. "Granger will be your partner in this assignment."
"Is she back?" Luna asked. She knew that her friend was on assignment from Bulgaria. She wondered how that went. She also knew that her friend would want a piece of the action however illogical it may be.
"She's still resting but she'll be here tomorrow," her father said. "Be careful, please?" he pleaded. Luna gave her father a kiss on the cheek and left his office.
All the while, he wondered if he did the right thing.
***
Hermione Granger flopped on her bed and was frustrated from her work in Bulgaria. Viktor Krum still thinks that she had the hots for him and tried to lead her into his bedroom.
But she was still smiling in satisfaction as she left him singing soprano if you know what I mean. Ever since her breakup with Ronald Weasley, her love life was sketchy at best. A lot of first dates and a lot of set ups but they lack a certain trait that would make her truly in love. Unfortunately, she herself does not know what that trait is.
Looking at her ceiling, she smiled.
It was good to be back in London. It was good to finally rest. She had been on assignment for five grueling days and she wanted some piece and quiet.
Or a rather outrageous, outlandish and exciting assignment to fill her boring hours. She didn't realize that that opportunity came knocking on her door.
Actually, it sounded more like a crack and a loud thud followed by cursing and groaning. Hermione smiled as she recognized the entrance all too well.
"Good afternoon, Luna," she greeted.
"Evening," Luna corrected her as she slowly stood from the floor. "It's already six. I've better work on my landing."
"While you're at it, work on your language as well," Hermione giggled. "You've said some words that would put a sailor to shame."
"They've got to device a better way to apparate," Luna grumbled as she lay down beside her friend. "How was Bulgaria?"
"Don't ask," Hermione groaned.
"Krum tried to hit on you again, huh?" Luna smiled. "Love's greatest pleasure is the triumph over another's heart."
"We'll, he'd be crazy to do that again if he knew what's good for him," Hermione sighed and smiled at her friend. "What brings you here?"
"Can't I visit a friend?" Luna asked with an expression of mock pain.
"Usually you floo or you walk or take other methods of transportation aside from apparation to get here," Hermione smiled as she played with Luna's wild hair. "What's so important?"
"Have you heard of the recent vampire attacks?" Luna asked as she looked at the ceiling.
"Two of those attacks happened in Bulgaria," Hermione smirked as she followed her friend's gaze. "The second proved to be fatal for the vampires."
"How so?" Luna was interested.
"By statements of the victims, there were two men in black clothing who killed every vampire that attacked them," Hermione smirked.
"How many?" Luna asked in curiosity.
"Fifteen vampires," Luna's eyes widened in her surprise.
"Fifteen against two," she sighed. Hermione, ever so sharp, looked at her friend with skepticism.
"You're father will never agree to it," Hermione told the young woman but Luna's smile made her suspicious. "What are the conditions of his approval?"
"That you'll come with me," Luna smiled as she looked at her. Hermione laughed as she sat up. She never felt so alive before just now. Vampires, stalkers of the night and a good story.
She said the only word that was appropriate.
"Why not," both women smiled.
**
Dusk had settled as the night sky was filled with the glittering lights of the stars. So peaceful and yet so dangerous. Leaning on the railing of London bridge, a pair of emerald eyes watched the passing boats as they traveled the river and passed the bridge.
He held his makeshift necklace tightly in his hand as if fearing of losing it.
"Time will heal and time will scar," another voice suddenly came from the shadows. "And time will ease the heart. If you let it," the last sentence was said in vehemence.
"My heart will never let go," he said. The owner of the voice in the shadows smile.
"Never say never, my friend," he said making the man frown at him. "You yourself told me that you thought that you will never get away from those things you call relatives but look at you now. Alone and free."
"I'll never be free," the man said into the shadows. "My heart is trapped with guilt and I chose not to seek salvation."
"Salvation comes in many forms and sometimes when you least expect it," the man in the shadows stepped forward, prodding his friend with his amethyst eyes.
"What does that mean?" he asked. But the violet eyed man didn't answer. Instead, he gazed upon the night sky and smiled.
"The night is young and the dark is nearing," he smiled as he returned into the shadows. "It's time to get to work."
Sighing, the man let go of his necklace and followed him, revealing a diamond ring that he tied with a silver chain dangling from his neck.
With a final sigh, he tucked the necklace in his shirt and began patrolling the London night.
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End of 1
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A/n: Please review.
