NOTES: This chapter is nice and long (and yes, I have realised I could have made the previous chapter longer, so don't bother pointing out.).

Work has now begun on my one shot fic to help me get back into writing (this is just reposted with mistakes corrected) and it involves a painting and Luna Lovegood, who, I have come to realise is a great character and I love writing her, I may use her for HTVS 2. And speaking of, a plot for Hermione the Vampire Slayer 2 is being cooked up by my brilliant mind! It's based on none other than the amazing episode that is 'Hush', but will still include your favourite vampire characters; Josso, Draco and Moudlevort.

Nine Lives is also progressing, though rather slowly. It's all work work work!

I also feel I should mention the terrorist attacks which happened today in London. My condolences go out to all those who have been affected by this tragedy and I hope that everyone finds their relatives safe and well.

ENJOY!

'AHA!' Flitwick cried sounding very much like a deranged rat on helium, 'The Harvest, here it is!' Hermione, who had just regained consciousness, yawned sleepily, whilst Ron and Harry looked over at the vertically challenged man over big ancient looking tomes which, to Ron's amusement, were full of 'Help-U-Learn' puzzles, crosswords and other juvenile games. ('I sent off for them especially!' Flitwick had previously informed them with disturbing glee.)

'Now, it says here that it is a process by which vampires feed from muggle-born wizards in order to free an ancient vampire who was imprisoned by his former lover.' Flitwick read with curiosity.

'So...?' Ron said, trying his best to look like his understand what was happening. 'OH MY GOD!' Ron said, looking at the book in front of him, 'Two down; 'Anagram of 'os'. I've cracked it!' He hurriedly filled it in with his blue crayon whilst giggling merrily to himself.

'Basically,' Harry continued, ignoring Ron's outburst, even though she was happy for him, 'This ancient vampire pissed off his girlfriend and so she trapped him and these other vampires are gonna kill muggle born wizards in order to free him?'

'Sounds about right.' Flitwick said, pleased that he had both, imparted wisdom and also, had friends in his classroom who he weren't being forced to talk to him. 'But it will only be one vampire doing the killing. They we be called the Vessel.'

'How does one vampire feeding free another though?' Hermione asked.

'Well the vampire in question must perform a sexual act with a willing participant, the Vessel, and then when the time is right, the muggle borns the Vessel feeds on will give the trapped vampire enough strength to walk free.' Flitwick explained.

'Do we have a name for this dude?' Hermione asked.

'Oh, yes, its here, 'MOULDEVORT''

'Great, we're fighting ancient German cheese,' Hermione added sarcastically.

'So what do we do first?' Ron asked, having filled in S and O in the right boxes (on the third attempt).

'We?' Hermione asked, sitting properly in her chair. 'Look...guys,' She had forgotten their names completely. In fact, who the hell were they? Where was she? What happened to her drink? That much she remembered. 'Umm, I don't know how to say this but, its not safe for you...guys.' She paused but continued quickly to stop them from interrupting. 'I appreciate you wanna help and everything but I kinda need to do the fighting stuff on my own.'

Ron looked incredibly downtrodden.

'Ron, I'm sorry, but I'll find Josso, I promise.'

'How? How will you find him? You don't even know him!' Ron felt the emotion building inside of him and only partly due to the fact it was his time of the month. The fact that now Hermione was conscious he couldn't look down her top was also a factor.

'Well, I mean, there's gotta be a lair, right?' She said in defence, turning to her watcher for support.

'Yes and most probably the same one in which we'll find Mouldevort imprisoned in. The vampires you faced were most likely his followers and most likely the ones that will feed on the muggle borns for him.'

'THE MAUSOLEUM!' Harry added rather loudly and quickly, I mean, she hadn't had many lines to say so far.

'What?'

'The mausoleum last night! They must have taken us there for a reason! Maybe the entrance to where Mouldevort is trapped is through the mausoleum?' Harry explained, sounding less and less sure as she went on.

Maybe that was why she didn't talk much.

'Hermione?' Flitwick asked, waking Hermione from her thoughtful trance, 'Ring any bells?'

'Well, actually,' She said slowly, still trying to work things out whilst Harry, Ron and Flitwick sat saying 'Bud' 'Wise' 'Er' between them, rather annoyingly reminding her of the cold beer she wanted so bad. (It's possible this may have been an after affect of her alcoholism. Giving up was just so much work, damn it! How the hell did the other slayers stay sober?)

After a rather lengthy pause, she continued, 'The other brute vampire guy, the one who pounced on me? Well he came up behind me whilst I was facing the exit, so, he must have come in another way! THE ENTRANCE TO THE LAIR IS IN THE MAUSOLEUM!'

A rather unimpressed hubbub of agreement followed.

'That hot blonde vamp must have doubled back after her chased us out!' Ron added, also rising and sharing Hermione's excitement.

'Wait, did I just say hot? I meant cute. No! I didn't mean cute I meant hot. No! I mean - I didn't mean - I - er - I meant...' Ron became very red in the face and was sweating profusely.

'Anyway,' Harry said quickly, guiding the conversation away from the confusion of her dearest friend, 'What are you gonna do Hermione?'

'I don't know, Harry, I just don't know.'

'Perhaps a plan of some sort?' Flitwick prompted helpfully.

'A PLAN! GREAT!' Hermione exclaimed, jumping about slightly and gesturing erratically in that super annoying way of hers. 'Ok, I'll march over to the Mausoleum, breaking anything they may be locked, coz, you know, the super strength. THEN I'll march in there all cocky like with the quips and again, the super strength and be all hero like!'

'Great! It's good with, you know, the marching, and stuff.' Ron said, standing up, which soon led to him sitting down and shutting up.

'But what about us Hermione? We wanna help.' Harry said in the way that reminded Hermione of that timid little person she had been when they first met.

'You can help me!' Flitwick said, 'We need to find out more about this Harvest thing and possibly what the Hogmouth is really doing to Hogwarts. Its actually rather fascinating.'

While Harry looked interested, Ron rolled his eyes.

'Ron, don't worry, I'll find Josso.' Hermione said comfortingly.

'Good luck,' He said, more under his breath than for Hermione.

Hermione strolled powerfully through the ancient corridors and down the winding staircase, stopping only when she reached the grand gates which, to her surprise, where locked. 'DAMN!' She muttered.

'Going somewhere, Ms. Granger?' Professor Dumbledore crept up behind her. 'Because walking off school campus on only the second day of school is the sort of thing that leads to expulsion.'

Hermione shielded her eyes from the midday sun that was bouncing off his bald little head.

'Professor Flitwick.' She said simply.

'Professor Flitwick?'

'Yea, he, um, asked he to fetch him some books. From Hogsmeade. Special books.'

'I see,' Well I friggin' don't! Hermione thought, trying and failing to shield her eyes from his radiating head. 'And, may I ask what is wrong with the books in the school library?'

'Oh, nothing, um, sir, they're just brilliant its just, you see, Professor Flitwick wanted some specific books on, er -'

'What?'

'He didn't actually say but if you go and ask him, he'll back me up. 100.'

'Well no offence to Professor Flitwick but he is not the Headmaster of this school, I am and I don't think that a new student such as yourself should be trotting into Hogsmeade when she should be in lessons.'

Hermione merely nodded as Professor Dumbledore walked away. After a moment of two, Hermione crouched down and leaped over the tall gates, landing perfectly on the other side. 'Oh crap,' she muttered, obviously referring to what she had landed in.

Somewhere, deep deep down below Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a powerful vampire named Mouldevort was trapped. He was in a shadowed room where there was little lighting and the wallpaper was a hideous yellow. The same colour as the door. This large room was going to be for him and his lover but after Mouldevort teased his lover's decorating taste, he sealed him in the room by wallpapering the door. Mouldevort couldn't bring himself to touch the hideous wallpaper and the bright colours burned him if he got too close and whenever anyone entered or left the room, he always seemed to have his eyes closed or was facing the wrong way. Everyday he cursed his ex-lover.

Everyday he cursed Blaise for doing this to him.

They had met after Draco had sired Blaise and the three were involved in a comical love triangle like that episode of every American show and after forcing Blaise to chose, Draco found himself out in the cold.

Unbeknownst to Mouldevort, as soon as Blaise and he split, Draco's ex lover had returned to him, before vanishing after taking Casper the friendly ghost too seriously and setting out to be the world's friendliest vampire in the hope of one day having his own film.

You see, its not just humans or wizards or witches or slayers or ugly people that have complicated love lives!

In this room, Mouldevort heard a door open somewhere in the shadows and a voice sound behind him. It was Seamus, one of his followers.

'Mouldevort, your highness, it was the slayer as you predicted.'

'The slayer? Here? Now? The Harvest is almost upon on us and the slayer is here now?' He paused, puzzled. 'Where is the body?'

'I - er - I didn't kill her, Master.'

'WHAT!' The ancient vampire roared.

'She was too strong and she had pineapples.' Mouldevort inhaled quickly in shock as Seamus continued. 'She was well prepared.'

'She'll ruin everything! I want her killed before the Harvest!' He bellowed.

'But sire, why not use her at the Harvest? The blood of a slayer would definitely free you from his prison,' He explained, looking around the walls in disgust. If there was one colour vampires hated, it was yellow, the colour of pineapples, the colour of death. That, and black, they hate the colour black.

Mouldevort considered this, 'Well done Seamus, this has done well for you, you shall be the Vessel.'

Seamus' eyes lit up excitedly as Mouldevort pulled him towards the bed.

The exact same thing was happening between Draco and Josso at the same moment.

Awww, vampire lovin'.

'Oh my god! No way!' Parvati's horrible shriek of a voice could be heard through out the library, especially by Harry, who was working alone next to them. She had been helping Flitwick for a while and was now searching the library for significant articles on Hogwarts' history.

'That's what I thought! She was running at me with this stick screaming 'I'm gonna kill you!'' Lavender explained, enjoying the attention of those around her.

'No way!' Another girl exclaimed.

'What the hell kinda name is named 'Hermione' anyway?' Parvati asked shallowly.

'Obviously a psycho!' Lavender retorted.

'Why did she do it to you?' A girl Harry didn't know asked, as if Lavender had been the victim of a terrible crime.

'I think it's coz of my hair, you know...' She said dreamily playing with said hair. Followed by awed nods of agreement. 'It's understandable but doesn't make her any less of a psycho.' She said simply.

It was too much for Harry, collecting the books she needed, she strolled over to Lavender, some what confidently and said, 'She's not a psycho.' There was a moment of shock or rather, realisation, as the girls noticed her.

'And who gave you permission to exist?' Lavender said, twirling her hair.

'You don't even know her,' Harry said and walked off, not wanting to let Lavender have the last word.

Out in the corridor, just outside of the library, Harry bumped into Ron who was walking quickly somewhere.

'Hey!' Harry said, jogging over to him. 'Where you headed?' After a second, Harry guessed from his guilty look. 'Your going to find Hermione aren't you?'

'Harry, I have too! Josso's my best bud and if anything happens to him...' he trailed off, looking at his shoes.

'Nothing will happen to him! Hermione will bring him back, she's the one with the super powers. If you wanna help, help me and Flitwick.'

Finally looking up to meet Harry's glance, Ron said, 'Josso is my best bud and I know he'd do the same for me. I'm not like you Harry, I can't just sit there and I was never anything special with the book worming anyway.'

'But-'

'Harry, nothing you say is gonna stop me. At least wish me luck.'

'Good luck.' Harry said, hugging Ron. She knew his heart was in the right place but she just wished he didn't get himself hurt. She didn't want all three of her friends dead.

At least not in the same day.

Hermione found herself in the Mausoleum after a brief stroll through the graveyard. She stood facing a large stone doorway that fitted in so well with the mausoleum it could have been camouflaged. There were rusty chains around the doors.

'I wouldn't go in there if I were you.' A familiar voice said behind her. Hermione turned around, she knew who it was, it was Blaise.

'I got a friend down there, do you know what its like to have a friend?' She asked cockily. The mysterious stranger looked down. Hermione felt bad for the guy.

'I'm sorry, that wasn't meant to be a hard question.'

'Do you even know what's down there?' He asked.

'Vampires, big heaps of evil, a trapped ancient dude, am I getting close?'

'Be careful down there, those guys aren't really too friendly.'

'Believe me, I can take a couple of old vampires.' She paused. 'So if you knew they've been down here all this time, why didn't you think to ever take care of them yourself?' She asked, very curious to find out the answer.

Blaise grinned and said, 'They really don't like me down there.'

'Right, well if your not going down, I am. Thanks for the cross and all.' And with a superb display of her super strength, Hermione broke the rusty chains that lay across the door to prevent snooty vampire slayers going down and killing them all. 'You know -' Hermione began, turning round to find Blaise gone.

Harry walked into Flitwick's classroom as the tiny man looked up from his book, 'Hermione?'

'No, it's just me,' Harry said, 'I take it there's no word?'

'No, I'm afraid not, I'm afraid.' Harry looked puzzled, as Flitwick realised what he'd said, he quickly changed the subject. 'Did you find anything out?'

'Oh yea!' Harry said enthusiastically, pulling a lot of sheets of paper she had printed from the internet. 'I was looking through all the old newspapers from the Hogmouth area and weird stuff has been happening since about 1920, the time Mouldevort settled here.'

'Oh yes? What kind of stuff?'

'Well, it rained frogs for a day in 1924, and then right through the 60's people believed we should, oh, what was it?' She said, rummaging through her papers looking for a particular document. 'Oh, that was it, they thought we should, 'Give peace a chance'.'

'Dear God, the Hogmouth has affected people in more twisted ways than I could ever imagine. Poor deluded souls. Give peace a chance?' He chuckled.

'Well anyway, that's pretty much why Hogwarts was built here, all the mystical energy here makes it the ideal place for magic and spells.'

'Yes, yes.' Flitwick said breezily.

'So, about the vessel and the Harvest and the feeding on the Muggleborns? Where is that gonna take place?'

'Sorry?' Flitwick asked puzzled.

'Well the Harvest, where is it gonna happen? I'm assuming that they aren't just going to feed off people in an alleyway.'

'Well - I - I don't know. I guess I never really thought where it would go down.'

'Wouldn't they do it somewhere near the Hogmouth itself?'

'Yes, but I'm afraid I don't know the exact location of that either, no one even knows the size of the thing.'

Harry sighed. 'I'll go hit the books, see what I can find out.' Boy, I hope Hermione and Ron are having a more exciting time than I am, she thought depressively.

Hermione walked through the narrow walkways, with a horrible stench as her companion. She shivered as a ragged rat scuttled across her Prada boots. What's the deal with that Blaise guy, anyway, She mused to herself. At that moment, someone tapped her on the shoulder. Instinctively, she did what slayers did best.

'AHHHHHHHH!' She squealed.

It was Ron.

'OH MY GOD! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?' She screamed, turning round and not recognising him.

'Hermione, chill, it's me, Ron.'

'Ron? OH! Ron!' She said, desperately trying to pretend she knew who the geeky looking guy was. 'What the hell are you doing down here?'

'I couldn't just leave you to save Josso, he's my best bud, I need to be here.'

'Yes. Save. Josso.' She said slowly, trying to piece everything together. 'Right, well you better have this.' Hermione picked up the crate of pineapples that had been handily discarded to the side on the floor and gave it to Ron.

'Pineapples? Your kidding me, right?'

'Vampires are afraid of Pineapples. I think it might be to do with the bright colours or the fact that Slayers have a slightly disturbing fascination with them.' She said, dreamily gazing hungrily at the crate. 'But Flitwick would know more about it than me.' The two continued walking.

'So, I guess you have a lot of battle stories about killing vamps then?'

'Oh yea, there was this one time at band camp when -' Hermione began but was cut off by Ron.

'You were at band camp!'

'Never mind,' Hermione muttered, slightly hurt.

'So, how many ways can u kill a vampire then? Or is it just the one way?'

'No, there's several. Decapitation, sunlight, the classic, of course, stake through the heart, pineapples, holy water, oh, and Countdown.' She said breezily.

'Countdown?'

'Oh yea, vamps hate it. They say it got too commercialised. Apparently the show was originally created as a way of torturing humans, but then it kinda backfired when lots of people began to enjoy it. Mostly the old or the really really sad.'

'Wow.' Ron breathed, utterly impressed. 'I didn't know there was so much vampire history.'

'Ssh!' Hermione said, holding a finger to her lips. 'I think I hear something. Stay behind me.' Ron did as he was told as Hermione walked gingerly round the corner. They found a familiar body on the floor.

'Josso!' Ron and Hermione ran to him, and helped the weak teenager to his feet.

'Buddy are you OK?' Ron asked, concerned.

'Yea, yea, I think so.' Josso answered gingerly.

'OK, we need to get out of here.' Hermione announced, looking down the corridors. The way Ron and Hermione had just come now contained several vamps who had been attracted by the noise.

'I remember them bringing me through here, maybe there's a way out.' Josso said, pointing to a corridor which ran of the other one. Hermione took the lead. The three ran down the corridor, round bends and turns until they found themselves facing another group of vamps coming at them. They hurried back and found a small room with a rusty iron door.

'What the hell do we do now?' Ron asked as Hermione tried to move the heavy iron door.

'You die.' Josso said simply, putting on his vampire face to show what he'd been up to. Joss took a step towards Ron, who flinched.

'Ron! The pineapples!' Ron then whipped out the crate of pineapples which he had been hiding in his back pocket. Josso then shielded his face whilst Hermione continued to push the door closed. The group of vampires had now reached the room.

'I'm sorry Josso, man.' Ron said, still holding the pineapple high.

'Sorry? I've never felt so alive! So connected. I can hear the worms in the earth and I'm gonna be young forever.' Josso said, boasting.

'Yea? Well! I can still get a sun tan!' Ron spat childishly, as Hermione grabbed Josso and threw him at the vampires who were attempted to get in, causing them all to fall into a messy heap on the floor.

Ron and Hermione then rushed back to the stubborn iron door and attempted once more to close it. Oh, and save their lives, that too.

Finally, the door closed as the vampires reached it. Hermione and Ron could hear camp voices call out 'Ooh dear!' and 'Well that wasn't very nice, was it?'

'Oh My God, what the hell do we do now!' Ron yelled becoming slightly hysterical as several of the vampires began to use their manicured nails to dig through the door. Hermione looked desperately round the small room for an escape - there were far too many vamps outside to fight. Her attention was caught by the small vent in the roof in one of the corners of the room.

'Up there!' Hermione yelled to Ron, pointing to the vent. Ron climbed up the old boxes that were left in a handy place and bashed open the vent entrance.

The vampires were now making a very big hole in the door and were almost reaching the huge handle to open it.

As Ron's legs disappeared, Hermione headed up to the vent as the vampires found their way in. Hermione crawled after Ron and distinctly heard someone crawling behind her.

She suddenly saw Ron make his way out of the vent through an opening above him. Hermione got out the same way, but felt a hand pull at her ankle. 'YAHHH!'

She yelled, surprised. She pulled her leg free from the vampires clutches, and the hand burned in the little bit of sunlight which met it.

Ron and Hermione hurriedly placed the man hole cover back over the opening.

The two were silent. Hermione didn't know what to say.

There wasn't any other way.

She would have to kill Josso, and Ron knew it.

A few hours later, Hermione and Ron limped into Flitwick's classroom.

'Oh My God, are you guys OK?' Harry said as she rushed to Ron's aid.

'Josso?' Flitwick asked simply to Hermione.

'I'm sorry Harry, but we were too late,' She said sympathetically to Harry.

'Dead?' Flitwick asked.

'Worse. He's a vampire.' Hermione said simply.

The room fell silent for a minute.

'Did you guys find out anything more about the Harvest?' Hermione said brightly, trying to change the subject.

'I'm afraid not. All we know is that Mouldevort must have picked the Vessel by now because its sunset in about an hour.' Flitwick said gloomily.

'Well do you guys know where this is taking place?' Hermione asked.

'Well, I looked through a lot and I mean a lot of books, but none specified where the Harvest has to take place, so for all we know it could be taking place in the alleyway next to McDonalds.' Harry informed them. Hermione sighed and made a mental note to go to McDonalds later, she hadn't eaten anything in so long and she was pretty sure she wouldn't be hitting the gym any time soon.

'The Copper.' Ron said simply.

'What?' The others turned to look at the young man whose eyes were full of sorrow.

'The Copper, that's where they'll be.'

'Are you sure?' Flitwick asked.

'Come on, young party goers to feed on, and I'm sure that half the students in Hogwarts are muggleborn.' Flitwick thought about this for a moment.

'You said so yourself, defences are down, it's a typical feeding ground for vampire activity.' Hermione suggested.

'We've got to hurry, sunset is less than an hour away.' Flitwick said as the four headed out of the classroom.

'I have to make a stop first.' Hermione said.

'What for?' Ron asked.

'Supplies.' She said simply.