Chapter 11: Fall of a Huntress

A/N: Yes I know it's been a while. Sorry bout that. Calculus totally sucks right now. Anyhoo things get a little confusing in this chapter so Pay attention. - Ron's thoughts,

( )- Harry's thoughts, and - Draco's thoughts. Eveybody got that? Kay good now on with the Fic!

Hallway to Draco/Harry's Room

It was like watching one of those horror films Colin was always so fond of. Except he, Ronald Weasly, was the monster and there was nothing g he or anyone could d about it, No, please. I don't want to do this stop! Ron railed at his unresponsive limbs. A terrible curse imperio. Unfortunately he wasn't even close to being the impermen Harry was. His feet came to a stop in front of an immaculate tapestry.

Please don't be here, please don't be here. Ron thought as he called to his best mate. "Harry, Harry you there," he waited.

1 second…

3 seconds…

5. seconds….. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when.

"Be there in a minuet Ron," Tensing Ron pleaded with the true force of magic.

Please, please oh Merlin Help Me!

"What's up," Harry asked pulling back the tapestry. Ron bit his tongue, the taste of his own blood beginning to fill his mouth.

"Ron? What's the matter," Harry questioned the silent Weasly. It was getting harder now. Soon the message would leak from his lips and he'd be no better than the Judas in the book Hermione preached of.

"Her…Hermione wishes to speak with you," Ron said. Confused and slightly frightened Harry nodded.

"She says it's urgent," Ron insisted stepping toward the petite emerald eyed fledgling.

"Tell her I said no. There's no need for me to speak with her ever again. Ron you know what she's done to Draco and I. Why do you insist on helping her," Harry spat slightly hurt by Ron's betrayal.

I'm not Harry. I'm not. Oh Merlin! Look me in the eye you'll see! "I'm sorry you're going to have to come with me.," with that Ron lunged, catching the Gryffindor by his arm and pulling him down the corridor. Reacting spontaneously Harry wrenched his arm out of the Red head's grip and with a well placed kick sent him flying down the dark corridor. Shock was the first feeling that came to Ronald Weasly as he slowly pushed himself to his feet. Turning he was surprised to find a mutual expression of surprise adorning the face of the new Vampire. Had it been any other time and place the situation would almost be comical. This was anytime but the moment for hilarity.

"Ron. I can't go with you. I do not trust Hermione," Harry breathed his voice returning to him.

"That makes no difference. She wants to see you now!" Ron hissed. Backing away rather then cause his friend harm Harry questioned.

"Ron, why are you doing this?"

Because I have no choice. Finally Ron saw and outlet he could use. Harry, though many did not know it, was a skilled legilimens. If he could get him to read his thoughts it'd be no time before he would see Hermione's treachery. Deliberately, forcefully, and slowly Ron rose his head, gazed directly into Harry's face and spoke.

"Hermione wishes for me to bring you to her immediately," Stiffening in annoyance Harry was just about to turn around and leave when Ron's phrase struck him. There was also something eerily familiar about the state of Ron's eyes. Something deeper than the face of an old friend…

.(Oliver!) whirling Harry looked into Ron's slightly clouded eyes. (Oh, Ron please forgive me) "Legilimens," Harry whispered. Instantly he was flooded by the shouts of despair Ron threw at his cursed body. Shaking in anger Harry pulled abruptly from his thoughts. He could not break the spell. The witch was far too smart to allow something like that to happen.

"Very well then, Lead the way.,"

The Dungeons Snape's Quarters

"How's the training," Snape asked his godson.

"Oh, its going very well. He picks things up fairly quickly," Draco flippantly replied.

"But," Snape questioned sensing the Draconians' unease.

"He doesn't know. Doesn't understand," Malfoy sighed slumping back into his chair.

"Understand what," Severus pressed having an idea on the answer, but wanting Draco to speak of it.

"How nice, pure, wonderful, powerful, VALUABLE, he is. He's still nothing to himself. I'm afraid Sev. I don't wan to lose him," He replied.

"Then there's not much you can do Dragon. Well nothing more than what you've been doing.,"

"Been doing? Nothing I do makes and difference at all," Draco snarled self hatred darkening his voice.

"Oh, but you've done plenty. By loving him and being there for him he's realized, at least partly in one way, that he is valuable,"

"Oh yeah? And what way is that," Draco growled.

"To you. How often does he cut himself? When was the last time he flinched away from your touch, or anyone else for that matter," Snape counseled gently showing the young Vampire his efforts hadn't been in vain.

"Not much, but he's still doubtful of himself and..,"

"Draco, there's an old muggle saying. Rome wasn't built in a day.,"

"Yeah, but it's been three months Sev. How can I…,

"And he's come a very long way. Be patient Draco. These kinds of things take time. Don't worry Harry will be fine," Snape answered placing a supportive hand on the back of the weary Draconian.

(Draco….Draco help!) he stiffened.

"What's going on," Snape asked.

"You heard it too," Harry must be getting desperate if he's blanket calling

"Harry, its Harry," Draco breathed jumping up to leave.

"Draconius Lucien Malfoy! What the hell is going on," Snape bellowed annoyed and quite unused to being ignored.

"Its Hermione. She's attacking Harry,"

"Why's she be after Harry,"

"Because she's a hunter!

Room of Requirement

"Did you really think I'd be unprepared for you? I did send Ron after all," the witch spat. Torn still by his former friends' hatred he could only stare at her with empty tired eyes.

"We could have been happy you know. Been famous, lived in a huge house, had lots of children. Don't you want that Harry," Hermione asked in a sickly sweet purr.

"All but the fame and not with you," Harry spat finding his voice.

"You didn't have a choice in lovers. Nature chose for you. Yet you managed to fall 'in love'. It's disgusting. Now he's tainted you with his blood. Ah well, at least I can still marry a pure blood wizard if not a wealthy one," Granger sighed eyeing the imperioed Weasly.

"You're sick and twisted. Ron LOVED you," Harry railed angered by the apparent disregard she held for the red head.

"Yes, I know, but back to business. Ron, take this stake and plunge it deep into his chest. Don't worry it won't kill him. Quite a common misconception abut Vampires," Hermione hissed.

It'll still hurt like hell though she sent into his mind. Trembling in anger, fear, and indignation Ron haltingly made his way toward Harry, stake clutched tightly in his fist.

I'm sorry

(I know) Then ron swiftly pushed the stick into the fledglings heart. Harry had to bite his tongue to keep from yowling in pain.

(Draco….Draco HELP!)

I'm coming hang on! "Granger," Draco screeched plowing through the door. The image that met his eyes upon entering increased his already volatile temper ten fold. There nailed to the image of a cross through the heart lay Harry.

"You bitch! You'll pay for this," Draco screamed.

"Perhaps. Ron," the witch commanded. Draco watched in horror as Ron backhanded Harry.

What the hell is…IMPERIO! Ron …Ron! Draco sent deep into the Gryffindors' mind. If he could get Ron to answer then Harry would be safe.

y..yes?

Look at me.

What's that gonna d-

Dammit Ron! Shut up and look at me! Slowly Ron turned and gazed into Draco's slate irises.

"Ron stop," Hermione shouted realizing at the last minuet, the plan Draco had implemented. With an inhuman howl the huntress leapt toward Harry claws outstretched, poised to kill only to be stopped in midair by a pair of strong calloused hands.

"Severus? Put me down you fool! How can you let abominations such as these exist,"

"Perhaps Ms. Granger, because I myself am an 'abomination'," Snape growled his canines lengthening. Disgusted he threw her into the far wall.

"Thank you Sev. Now leave us,"

"Co," Harry weakly breathed.

"Harry you must understand. I can't let her live this time. She must be destroyed," Malfoy reasoned, trying to get his gentle mate to see that the witch had passed the point of no return.

"I know, but Draco,"

"Yes Ry,"

"Don't tear her into pieces. Don't punish her family for her mistake," Harry whispered. Sighing Draco nodded. Soon after the door closed Malfoy turned two gleaming lustrium orbs upon the witch.

"Now Ms. Granger we shall see, who is right, and who is dead,"

TBC….Dun dun dun! Kay opinion poll. How do you guys want to see the little witch go? Remember she can't be torn to pieces, but anything else goes. Thanx so much!