Chapter 4

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After several days, Harry, Ron and Hermione had begun to settle into Gordic's Hollow. They had replaced several walls and were able to live there.

Harry awoke on the hard cold sofa one morning and got up. He went over to the newly cleaned kitchen and looked sat down as Hedwig flew through the window. She dropped a newspaper down in front of him, as Ron and Hermione came out of the bedrooms.

After breakfast, Harry, Ron and Hermione started cleaning out the living room even more.

"I'm just saying, Harry," Hermione said as she rolled up the carpet. "I don't think it's likely you'll find the last horcrux here. I think Hogwarts would be the smartest place to look."

Harry looked down at the floor as she rolled up the carpet, and as she rolled it a large trap door opened up beneath it.

"What the-"Ron said stepping closer.

Harry grinned at Hermione, and reached for the handle. He gave it a tug and warm air came up from the bottom. Harry lowered himself in and let go, feeling weirdly reminded of his first year at Hogwarts. He hit solid ground and stood up. He lit his wand and looked around.

"You guys can come down," Harry called as he looked around. Ron and Hermione jumped down on either side of him and they too lit their wands. Harry looked around. It looked like an ordinary basement. There were shelves filled with boxes. Hermione conjured some candles, and they started searching through the boxes.

They searched all day, but didn't find anything that could be suitable for a horcrux. He found the oldest, nastiest frog spawn in one box, and the others were filled with random, everyday wizarding objects. At last, they could see the sun had set up through the door, and they climbed out. Once the three of them were up, Harry turned around and jumped.

They were surrounded by a dozen death eaters. Harry could see through the masks, Greyback, and several others.

"Well, well, well," Greyback said looking at Harry through his eyeholes on the mask. "Look at this fresh blood."

Harry slowly started to reach for his wand, but Greyback pulled out his own first.

"Leave that pretty piece of wood where it is," he said. Harry looked around pressing himself back so his, Hermione's and Ron's backs were together. Harry tried to think of a way out of this, and still come back without the house in ruins…again.

"Where is my son?" Narcissa Malfoy's voice said through a mask over on the other side of the circle. "Where is Draco?"

She was staring strait into Hermione's eyes. Harry wanted to tell her to shut her mind so that she couldn't read it, but had no way to let her know. Narcissa suddenly gasped.

"You killed him?" She screamed pointing her want at Hermione. "He's dead?"

"Dead yes, Hermione kill him, no," came a quiet voice from the side. Harry looked as the other death eaters turned. The vampire girl was back. She had on a knee length black skirt, with knee high black boots. Harry could only see a small sliver of her white skin there, and a plain black t-shirt.

"Then how did he die?" Narcissa screamed advancing on her.

"I'll give you three guesses," She said smiling small.

"It was you!" Narcissa screamed. She pulled her wand up higher, but Greyback stepped forward and lowered it.

"Who are you?" he asked looking at her curiosly. She didn't say anything. She just kept looking at every single death eater in turn. She smiled again and laughed quietly.

Greyback started, and then asked slowly "Or what are you, should I say. There is blood on your breath."

"I'll give you three guesses," She said grinning. The death eaters drew back slightly when they saw her fangs, then all at once started firing curses at her. Harry pulled Ron and Hermione to the ground and kept his head as low as he could. He could hear screams but couldn't tell where they came from. He heard things smashing and could smell smoke from a fire. He heard a snarls and someone screaming, but it sounded like the curses had stopped. He slowly picked his head up.

He saw a couple death eaters lying on the ground. But he sat up and looked around and gasped.

The male vampire from Diagon Alley was there. He had a death eater and was attatched to his neck. The mask had been thrown to the ground and Harry could see MacNair's face looking scared and the vampire drained his blood.

Harry heard another snarl and someone roughly say "No!" He turned around and saw the other vampire with a tight hold on Greyback. She was leaning against the wall holding him to her with one of her legs around his waist, one arm across his chest, and the other held his hair. She had a deep scratch on her arm, but there was not much blood coming out.

"Ah well," the girl said. "Cant catch them all. Disapparation. That is quite a clever trick you all can do."

Harry heard something hit the ground. He turned around and saw Macnair hit the ground. The male vampire was standing over him. He licked his lips, and began to wipe off slow drip falling down his chin. He wore black leather pants, and a black hooded sweatshirt. He went over to the other vampire and watched Greyback struggle for a moment.

"Harry," he called turning to face him. "Can you use your magics to make rope that will hold him temporarily?"

"Oh, sure," Harry said standing up. He pointed his wand at Greyback, and ropes flew out of his wand and wrapped around his ankles and wrists. He instantly fell to the ground.

The male vampire went over to the girl. He stepped behind her and pulled her cut arm up to the side.

"The wound is deep," he said. "Yet you do nothing about it."

"I was waiting for you," she whispered. He grinned at her and then put his mouth to her cut.