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Chapter 2

Although her bed was extremely comfortable Hermione refused to sleep that night, for a start she couldn't, not with a thing like him so close by, for all she knew he could come into the room and feed upon her blood when she was most vulnerable. Malfoy was a vampire and she was his hostage. To Hermione this only meant one thing; 'I'm gonna die someway or another.'

She bashed at the invisible wall once more and sat down on her bed. "What are they going to do to me?" Hermione hugged one of her fat cushions and let a lone tear roll down her face and dissolve into the material; "are they going to torture me, find out things about the ministry? Is Malfoy going to eat what's left of me?" Hermione began to panic, "they can't know anything about the ministry, shit shit shit shit shit." the ministry held a great secret that Hermione and only a very few Aurors knew, they were capturing and taking away the souls of deatheaters left right and centre without trial, sometimes for hate crimes committed during the war over six years ago, she stood up abruptly and began hitting the barrier again thinking that maybe if she kept hitting it the magic of the barrier would become weaker, she knew it was in vain and after ten minutes of her insanely banging on the barrier she gave up, it was no use, she couldn't get out of this situation, not this time, Harry and Ron wouldn't come to her rescue on this occasion, she was very much alone at the mercy of the deatheaters and their vampire leader Draco Malfoy. This was the most dreaded situation that a spy could ever get themselves into 'I'm fucked.'

It had been hours since Malfoy had left her in her invisible prison, she didn't know exactly how long but knew it had been long, she could see the light from the sun coming the through the roof window. 'Maybe he's gone to sleep now;' she thought and semi-prayed 'vampires can't walk around in the light the sun's light kills them. He's got to be asleep.' With the hope that Malfoy would not come and disturb her during daytime she tucked herself underneath the covers and closed her eyes, but as if an answer to her prayer her hopes were shattered, she heard the sound of footsteps coming down the corridor ones that belonged to a man and she dearly hoped that it was just a deatheater.

Her heart stopped as she could hear footsteps coming from behind the door and braced herself as the door slowly opened. Malfoy walked in with a plate in his hand with what looked like her breakfast on it and a smile on his face for a strange reason. The smile was what frightened Hermione the most, Malfoy was not a Smiley person, he was the type of person who always had an arrogant smirk tattooed across his face, the smile led Hermione to one conclusion 'the food is poisoned.'

"Good morning Mudblood," She didn't say anything, but she certainly didn't appreciate being addressed to as 'mudblood' but she decided it was best not to reactn not this time anyway. So she just watched him noticing that he kept out the sunlight, she could feel herself begin to shiver with fright and strange anticipation as he came closer to the bed. She stared at him as he levitated the plate pass the wall making it land just in front of Hermione; "Eat up." He said giving Hermione another sweet but dodgy smile. Hermione looked up at him coldly and picked up the plate and threw at Malfoy where it smashed against the wall. "I'm not taking anything from you vampire! It's poisoned I know it is. Do you really think that I am that stupid?"

Malfoy's eyes narrowed and were slowly turning red; His hair was beginning to go black and skin transparent. "And you always fought against us deatheaters discriminating against mudbloods." As he spoke his three-inch razor sharp fangs came into view. Hermione moved closer to the back of the bed her eyes wide with fright as she saw Malfoy transform from a man to a monster; "I guess that makes you a hypocrite doesn't it mudblood? And I myself have never liked the hypocritical sort."

"Stuck up worthless piece of shyt!" Hermione retorted with all the bravery she had left.

He walked through the invisible wall and moved slowly up to Hermione and stopped when he was at least one inch away from Hermione's face and smiled showing off his huge fangs, they were almost touching her lips which felt no breath come out of his mouth. Hermione tried to push him away but he grabbed both her hands and placed them above her head she could do nothing but stare into his eyes; they were filled with hatred she was going to die she knew it, she stared at his mouth as he opened it up wide and moved his head towards her neck and whispered. "I do hope this hurts you, I'll be seeing you soon mudblood." He looked up at her and smirked; 'bastard', he bent his head and opened his mouth, 'this is what it must feel like to be sentenced to a dementor's kiss' she thought to herself and it didn't feel too good; but before Hermione could feel anything else everything went black and she passed out.

"What do you mean she's gone you Imbecile!" shouted Harry at a trembling Neville Longbottom who stood by the door holding the handle to try and stop himself from falling to the ground and passing out.

"Malfoy took her hostage but killed Alex Hamley and the Hamels" Neville muttered as if frightened for his life clutching the door handle tighter; "well that's what we think, we have no e-evide-"

"FIND SOME THEN!" Harry put his fingers through his hair and sighed. "Let's hope nothing bad has happened to her. Neville call Davis to my office, we have to find a way to get her back to the ministry safe with all the information he collected on the Hamels before the Deatheaters kill her." Neville seeing Harry calmer let go of the door handle in relief and took a deep breath before apperating away to Hogsmeade village to find Davis.

Neville Longbottom had his own story from the war, the orphan child of the great Longbottoms' during the war he was hit almost as bad as Harry was. he had dating a young muggleborn witch from France whom Neville thought that he had found himself very much in love with and were engaged after six months, with her carrying his child.

They like many people on the light side were in hiding as they were part of the leading force against the anti-muggle organizations, but their hiding place had been found with fair ease, not by the deatheaters but by the Hamels who raided their home killing the young witch and burning their possessions and home. Neville had not been there at the time but was out on duty in the ministry where they were preparing for one last march on the deatheaters and Voldermort.

On that day when he had returned home he found his fiancée hung from the door frame with mudblood craved across her stomach dead and to Neville so was he, ever since he turned back into the trembling and afraid Neville Longbottom who had everything taken away from him by muggle haters for the second time in his life.

Tristan Davis was a godsend to the ministry of magic, brought up in hiding at times in France and Wales, Tristan was one of the strongest wizards around; he was intelligent, strong and was a general in the past war for the light side all by the age of 24.

He came into the picture halfway through the war, his mother was one of the strongest muggleborns ever in History with strength that rivaled some of the greatest wizards of all time, as for Tristan's father, he was one of the most brutal muggle haters in history whose heart was stolen by none other than a muggleborn, but both were murdered at the hands of the deatheaters his own people in the second war. The Davis Family story is as follows:

Tristan's mother, Marie Cardin was brought up in a village not too far from Paris, both her parents thought there was something extremely strange about their child, when she cried things would break around the house one thing with every tear that she dropped, sometimes things would catch on fire when she just stared at them and people she didn't like would start bleeding by just looking at her. Her family had enough and at the same time was frightened of the girl, believing that she was an anti-Christ of some sort and gave her to an orphanage at the age of eleven.

Marie became frightened of herself and tried to keep away from people, when people came near her bad things would happen and she had no power in controlling it. Until one day the biggest woman that she had ever seen in her life came to the orphanage with a man who looked very old and fragile, but had such an air of power she could not describe it. They took her away and opened the door to a brand new life, one of a witch.

The woman, she came to learn was the head mistress of a witch's school named Beauxbatons her name was Madam Maxime and the man was a wizard from England named Dumbledore who was headmaster of Hogwarts School for both witches and wizards in the north.

As for Tristan's father, he came from the opposite side of the spectrum, his family came from a long line of welsh witches and wizards before the time of Hogwarts. They prided themselves for their pure blood and thought all muggleborns were dirt and should all be exterminated, they were of course part of the deatheaters even Tristan's father. In fact he was properly the worst of them all. Leon Davis killed muggles from the age of 14, he was taught that they were the enemy and that their new technology and way of life with their cars and trains was eroding away their culture that Leon was taught to love.

By the time he was 18 around the1980s he lead a mission for Voldermort to France to a French school called Beauxbatons were they were to kill all the muggleborn students in the school, half bloods would be spared and brought to England where Voldermort would decide whether they were to join their army or not, if not well they weren't that lucky.

Meanwhile in Beauxbatons Marie was preparing herself for her last exam, after this she would be working for the French ministry as an auror, and put away those evil bastards for good. In this school, she had never felt happier or safer, she was accepted by most people a part from most of the pureblooded girls who looked down on her and she wasn't afraid to be around people anymore, things still did spontaneously explode when she cried, but that didn't matter anymore because no one thought any different of it. She found her place.

One night she stayed awake in her common room playing around with things that happened to lie around making things fly and turning things into mice until she heard a massive explosion come from down stairs and roar of people shouting and running. She wrapped her robe around her body and shouted; "réveille réveillé. les deatheaters sont ici!" she ran out of the common room with wand in hand to the top of the stairs where the deatheaters in a large group of about a hundred stared up at her from the entrance; "DEGAGE!" she screamed bravely; OU VOUS VAS VOIR LE FORCE DE UN MUDBLOOD!"

The deatheaters stared at each other in confusion when Leon walked to the front of the large group and said; "you are going to have to speak in English my dear a lot of my men here don't speak French." she looked down upon him and pointed her wand at him knowing full well that at least twenty other wands were pointing towards her, he looked on slightly amused.

"Leave now;" she said to Leon, she moved down the stairs, as the girls from her school looked on in shock, horror and admiration. She walked unfazed to the group of deatheater who had come to kill her and her friends; "I want you to leave zis school and go 'ome. You r not welcome 'ere" she had her wand pointed directly at Leon's throat; "I am not a murderer, but I will 'ave to kill you and your men if you do not listen, it iz me or zem."

"MARIE!" called Madame Maxime; "Vein ici!" she turned to the girl next to her;

"Que-ce elle fait? IL vas la tuer." she started to make her way down when Marie shouted.

"Reste la Madame!" her teacher stayed exactly where she was.

The deatheaters laughed at Marie as did Leon, "Do your best," he said smirking arrogantly at her, what could a muggleborn ever do to him and one hundred fully trained murderers?

Marie pulled Leon pushing him onto the stairs and pointed at the men; "Totalus Mortmonte!" the men started to scream, some exploded into flame, some stared to cut into pieces, each had their own way to die, but die they did, Madame Maxime and some of the girls started to scream and run away while Marie's closest friends and Leon stood exactly where they were watching in shock and horror as one small 18 year old French girl was killing almost one hundred death eaters with one spell a spell that none of them had ever heard of. She lifted her wand and the men fell to the ground.

She turned around and looked at Leon her wand pointed at him; "I didn't want to but it was me or zem. Now it iz me or you."

Madame Maxime cut in on that point; "Mes Filles rentre ou tes chambres s'il vous plait. Marie reste ici." the girls went back to their rooms in complete shock, never would they have ever imagined Marie Cardin to be that powerful, Marie watched as her friends looked at her in a new way, in fright, a look that she had received most of her life before she came to the school.

Marie dropped her wand and could feel tear push through her eye lashes, next to her a large mirror smashed sending pieces all over the place, then the windows started to break. Leon meanwhile was left on the floor, this muggleborn had incredible power, more than he had ever seen apart from Dumbledore and Voldermort; she looked up at him and stared him in the eyes. Her eyes were indescribable they were beautiful they were almost red a colour he had never seen before in someone's eyes, she looked amazing standing there with shards of glass flew around behind her, for the first time in Leon's life he saw some good in a muggleborn and this one was exceptional.

He felt Madame Maxime take him from underneath his arm and lift him clean off the ground, his hands were tied together but Leon did not care, he just kept staring at this incredible woman and she stared back at him. Madame Maxime called Marie to follow her as they headed for the dungeons, this man was going to spend the night in a cell, but what Marie never expected was that she would be the one to guard him.

"Marie will make sure zat you will not go anywhere so do not try it sir, for your own sake." she turned to Marie and told her if there was any problem then call her, as for the deatheaters, Madame Maxime promised that she would act as if they didn't come in the first place and clear away the bodies so that even the French ministry would never know about them.

Madame Maxime left, leaving Marie to the man in the prison; "Marie." he said she looked up; "that's your name then?" she nodded; "that's quiet some power that you have got there."

"I don't want it."

"You just killed a hundred men with one spell. That's extraordinary!"

She narrowed her eye; "maybe to a murderer."

"Where did you get the Spell from?" he asked.

Marie looked up; "it was accidental. I was in ze forest and zere was a werewolf and zat was ze first thing zat came to my 'ead. I killed it and 'alf ze trees in ze forest."

Leon walked around in his small cell taking small glances at her every so often and turned back to Marie; "you made that spell?" she nodded; "well you've got to be evil to make a spell designed to kill hundreds of people at one go."

"Who are you?" she said abruptly; "who is you come into Zis School to kill ze innocent! Why are you killing people so young 'ow, old r you?"

"I'm 18 and my name is Leon Davis," he looked slightly ashamed and answered; "you know, I was brought up my whole life to kill people like you, apparently your whole race is killing off mine."

"Stupid zing to say without muggles witches and wizards would 'ave died out by now."

"It was my parents who taught me that, I killed my first muggle at 14 while my parents watched on in pride. I have never felt that killing people was a bad thing but you, I don't think I could ever kill you."

"Why? Because I know 'ow to kill so well?"

"No, because your special and your a very pretty girl you know." Marie narrowed her eyes again; "that's a complement." Marie tried to hide a smile but she couldn't it forced itself across her face; "is that a smile I see?"

She smiled; "I guess it is. I 'ave never been called special to anyone, just strange."

They spoke for the rest of the night about their lives about how Marie had always been seen as a freak by everyone and how Leon had always been forced to be something that he always felt that he didn't want to be but did it to gain the love of his parents. Marie began to really like Leon she felt they had a lot in common, even if she was going to kill him a few hours before, she felt a real connection with him one that she had never felt with anyone else. She knew for a fact that the ministry would collect him soon and kill him or worse give him the Dementor's kiss, and she didn't want him to die.

One of the many problems that Marie seemed to have was that she acted on her every whim and this one was to set Leon free and run away and they did run from the castle together and not too long afterwards fell in love, they lived in hiding for the remainder of the war where they had their son Tristan.

Leon was hunted by the deatheaters for the rest of their lives for being the one who deserted the deatheaters for a muggleborn and Marie for the mudblood who took Leon's heart.

The second wizard war started over 16 year after and yet again Leon and his wife and teenage son Tristan stayed in hiding. But this time they knew full well that the deatheaters were going to come sooner or later and they were going to die, so they sent Tristan to the old family home in Wales making Marie his secret keeper.

Two weeks later as they thought they were murdered and Tristan with the power of both his parents joined Harry Potter against his parent's murderers the deatheaters and Voldermort.

Now their son Tristan was seen as the new Dumbledore and was always the one that everyone went to for advice, a place to stay or just someone to talk to, whether it be a child with no home or a deatheater with a new point of view they were always welcome.

Tristan soon after the war took over as headmaster of the newly reinstated Hogwarts, due the ministry thinking it would best for the children to be protected by a war veteran who was very much like the old Albus Dumbledore, who Tristan respected with all his heart.

On this day Tristan stood by the window in his office and looked out onto the grounds of Hogwarts watching as Neville Longbottom walked up the path towards the school. Tristan knew that Hermione Granger had gone missing and that Neville was there on Harry's behalf, because Harry didn't know where to start, but then again Tristan was glad that Neville was here he didn't want Harry to do something that he may regret like kill Malfoy for kidnapping Hermione and triggering a third wizard war, which after how long it took to get over the second one was the last thing they all needed.

"Dobby," he called, with a crack and a puff of smoke a small house elf appeared before him wearing a shirt and trousers with nicely polished shoes and a little tie looking very much like a miniature butler.

"What can dobby do for Master Tristan?"

Tristan bent down and said; "there is a man about my age downstairs his name is Neville Longbottom can you bring him up to my office please as quick as possible, I think it's very important," Dobby nodded and with the same puff of smoke disappeared. Tristan looked over at his phoenix and lifted his arm which he flew over to and rested on it; "you're more like Dumbledore than you think, you know." Tristan looked up to see Neville at the other end of his office by the door; "Tristan" he said with a nod.

"Neville," He said with a smile, his phoenix flew off his arm and he motioned for Neville to sit.

"What's he called? The phoenix?" Neville asked as he sat across the desk from Tristan.

" Leon. After my dad." He smiled; "Now tell me what the matter is?"

"Harry wants to see you, he sent me over here to come and get you. Hermione has gone missing after a mission that she had and now we're kind of frightened that she might have been murdered along side the Hamels and Alex Hamley, their bodies were found at the Hamley estate and Hermione's wasn't along side them. Harry thinks she's at Malfoy Manor and wants to go get her but we fear that it will spark off another war, you know Harry almost as well as anyone when he gets angry there is no stopping him."

"I can say this much she is not dead, but I think Harry's problem is his misjudgment of everyone, I believe that Malfoy has killed the Hamels, but I believe that he won't harm Hermione because he cannot." 'Just like mum and dad'

"Will you come to the office because I don't want to be the one to tell Harry that, he will actually rip my head off."

Tristan gave Neville an understanding smile; "course I will."

Hermione could see a bright light in front of her closed eyes and edged her them open. She was somewhere far away from Malfoy manor; maybe even far away from this world she had never seen a place like this before she had never even read about it. She turned to look next to her where Malfoy lay fast a sleep, which confused her even more 'what's he doing here' she thought to herself her heart stopped a little; 'I didn't sleep with him did I?' She sat up and looked in front of her. White. There was nothing anywhere, no sky above her any ground below. 'Strange' she thought, 'I have never heard of a place like this, maybe this is what happens when you sleep with a vampire.' She looked down at the bed, it was chrisom and she wore a nightgown to match; "no, that can't be possible, I wouldn't sleep with Malfoy."

She sat with her back away from Malfoy and looked out at the empty space in front of her to see if she could see any outline of something in the distance let her legs hang off the bed and kick slightly, there was absolutely nothing in sight. 'Remarkable;' She bent over slightly and spat to see where it would land but it didn't land it disappeared 'dear god I'm stuck on a bed in the middle of nowhere with the devil slash vampire'. She felt Malfoy move behind her She froze for a second and slowly turned around he was his vampire self again. He smiled showing off his three inch fangs and then without any warning jumped on her ready to bite.

Hermione woke up with a start. She could feel cold sweat all over her body and shivered uncontrollably. She sat up trying to contemplate what had just happened in her dream when the sound of footsteps cut her thoughts like a knife, she grabbed onto a pillow and she braced herself yet again.

The door opened and Malfoy walked in with the strangest look upon his face it was like guilt but at the same time confusion. Hermione let out a bone-chilling scream but he just stared at her obviously unaffected like the day before or was it the day before? She didn't know how long he had been passed out for. He walked through the barrier and bent his head to the side. "I didn't bite you."

Hermione remembered what had happened before she fainted and felt her neck. Nothing. Malfoy looked at her awkwardly "I couldn't." he sat at the edge of the bed making Hermione curl herself into a ball at the back of it like a child talking to a scary adult they had never met before.

Malfoy stared at her for a bit then looked away in confusion. After about a minute he moved closer to Hermione and started to play around with a curl of her hair. In different circumstances Hermione would have hit out at her captive but Malfoy was a vampire; she knew better. 'This is so weird,' she thought to herself, 'he is playing with my hair, don't move, don't say a word.'

He reached his hand out and stroked her cheek. She shivered at his touch "you have no pulse." She put out two fingers to his wrists, She wasn't imagining it while they were dancing; 'this is a weird situation' she thought. 'Too weird, a man who should be dead who dislikes me is stroking my cheek.'

"No. No breath, no soul, well that's what I thought until what just happened." He moved away.

"Is that why you couldn't bite me?"

Malfoy looked at Hermione with sorrow; "Yes but there is more to it," he whispered.

"Like what?" Hermione moved closer to him.

"There are only two reasons a vampire cannot bite someone: one they are related and you aren't or two." He couldn't answer and turned around as if he was ashamed or disgusted. Hermione tried to move closer but he got up so fast that she screamed a bit. "I have to go." Malfoy walked away. Hermione got up and tried to follow him but forgot about the wall and smacked into it hard.

"Come back! What's the second thing?" she screamed, as Malfoy was about to walk out the door. She called; "Draco please come back."

"You're a lowly mudblood always remember that Granger and I hate you and I always will. NEVER EVER CALL ME BY MY FIRST NAME YOU LITTLE WHORING MUDBLOOD!"

Hermione felt so confused at the unprovoked reaction; "Excuse me?"

"You know what I said mudblood!"

"What? Why are you being like that for?" Malfoy spat at her. Amongst her confusion her anger boiled over "I thought you a least has a little bit of heart after that little show of affection there!"

"What you think that I have any affection for a low mudblood like you?"

"No! Your right! You're the murderer you were always destined to be, you can't believe in love or respect!"

"Fuck you Granger."

'piss him off 'mione' "How about we asked you a few questions about your life, How many women have you killed by biting them Malfoy or even through torture, did they beg you to stop, did they cry and pled?"

"Shut up!"

"If you were a real man you would answer my question but you're scared! Of me! And you hate it because even though you're a vampire you finally know how pathetic you are!"

"I swear Granger!"

"What? You gonna bite me! Oh yes you can't even do that can you. I know everything I need to know about you Malfoy! I can read you like a fucking book and you hate that fact I can see it in your face."

"You know what Granger I might not be able to kill you but I can sure as hell kill all those people you love! So if you want to have family and friends that are not six feet under then I advise you to keep the dirty muggle mouth of yours closed." he smirked at her; "Oh I forgot I can't kill your parents can I? They're already dead, and oh yes I was there."

She hit out onto the wall and said. "Fuck You Malfoy! You're nothing but a heartless killer."

"Yes," he laughed out; "I am Granger and I meant it, I will not hesitate to kill the people that you love. That does mean Potter and the ginga."

He got up to leave again and she felt a tears sting her eyes as if she actually cared that he was leaving her; "Malfoy! Come back!" he stopped walking and turned around; "I know your father killed my parents, I watched him do it," she went quiet; "you were standing with them and I remember that you looked like you were going to be sick, you couldn't stand it."

"You weren't there," he muttered.

"I was under the bed and I watched as you were about to throw up;" her tears pushed through her eyelashes and down her cheeks. "Malfoy, you and your family have already taken half my life." Draco turned to leave his forehead crumpled as if upset, "I hate you Malfoy." She muttered and he left.

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