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Artemis

The girl bit her lip as she slowly crept through the halls. Three-hundred years. It was three-hundred year to the day since her last meal. She was so hungry. She had been counting down the years until she could thrive again. Three hundred years stuck inside this innocent teen, waiting. She grinned as she made her way to the nearest room. She knew just the place. She had seen him tease the girl every day. He would taunt her to tears. It was time to take action. The big ferret would pay tonight.

She careful glided towards the dungeons, stepping by first placing the point of her toe on the ground then slowly roll to her heels, making no noise as she headed to her victim's room. She could hear thoughts bouncing around. The really loud ones, the ones most clear to the owner, clicked off the wall, floating to her ears. The thoughts changed as she walked down the hall. When she passed a door by a portrait of the Hogwarts crest, she could hear small, meaningless thoughts. Hufflepuff dormitories. Farther still, she could hear small fragments of complicated potions and spells. Obviously the Ravenclaw dormitories. She strained her ears, listening carefully for anything sinister, or evil. She walked down towards the dungeons. The dormitories would most likely be down there. Slowly, schemes of stealling the keys to tests and ways to torture Gryffindors came swimming to her ears. She smiled. She was so hungry. So hungry.

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Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk peering down at a piece of parchment. On the parchment was the clear and precise blueprints of Hogwarts. He was watching the Gryffindor tower pacifically tonight. During Potter's Occlumency lesson today, Albus had seen something quite disturbing. First there was a vampire slowly shifting through the shadows. Then he saw the Department of Magical Devices Experimentation. There was something deathly disturbing about it all. It should seem so plain. Every child has nightmares about vampires and Potter would have heard about the new department. He is a curious boy. He probably dreamt. Yet, it seemed so odd, so…real. Too real for it to be an ordinary dream. Potter and his friends were bound to be investigating the new department. Albus would not allow it. Harry needed to be safe this year. He was very vital in the times to come.

Suddenly a movement in the tower caught his eye. But it wasn't coming from the boys dormitory. It was coming from the girls dormitory. Albus's eyes widened as he read the words by the moving dot. Artemis. Simply Artemis. No last name, no details. Just Artemis. There was no one in Gryffindor by the name of Artemis. Albus scanned the girls dormitory. First the first years. Nothing there. Then the second years. Nothing there either. Nothing in third, forth, fifth, or sixth either. Albus than looked at the seventh years. Parvati was still in her bed. So was Lavender and Kathleen and Wendy and…Hermione was missing. Albus scrunched up his brow in concentration. Granger…Atremis…it made no sense. Yet…wait. Albus's eyes suddenly widened in understanding. He quickly summoned his record books. With a flick of a wand the dusty book that had landed on his desk flew open, quickly flying through the pages. It then stopped as it reached the G's. Albus quickly flicked through the G's until he found Granger's name. The color on Albus's cheeks drained. How could he have over looked such an important detail? How could he have forgotten that night…?

Albus seized his wand from top drawer of his desk along with the map on his desk and flew from his office. He tore down the halls, trying to catch up to the Artemis character. Albus didn't know what Artemis would do, but what ever it was, he had to stop it before she hurt someone.

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Artemis grinned as she slowly pushed open the door to the boys room. She was greeted by the smell of pine and mint. It wrapped around her, choking her. She growled softly. Useless males. She gradually made he way to the boys bed. His blonde hair burned into her cold blue eyes. It shone like the sun. She growled again. She hated the sun. Suddenly the boy awakened. Artemis smiled. She liked them awake. It was fun to feel them squirm under her long fangs. The boy stared into the mirror across from his bed, His eyes widened with shock, then slid into pools of victory. Artemis knew why. Since he couldn't see Artemis in the mirror, due to certain complications, all he saw was Granger. He began to turn over to face her.

"You're so busted Granger. Thought you could sneak up on me, hey? Well I'll tell you-" The boy froze as his eyes fell on her. Starting at her feet he slowly ran his eyes up her long skinny figure then to her long flowing black hair that sat on her shoulders like snakes. He finally fell on her crystal blue eyes. She sneered. Any color that was in the boy's face disappeared as he stared at the two long, pointed teeth where her canines should have been.

"Surprise," She said in a soft purring tone. "I'm afraid Granger couldn't make it. She's sort of, tied up, right now. Although, I'd be happy do give you what you deserve."

Artemis was about to plunge into the boys neck when an old wizard burst into the room, his wand pointed at her. He had blue eyes like Artemis's, only his were a gentle sort of blue. However, right now, they were determinably fixed on Artemis with a deadly sort of look about them. Artemis knew this man. He was the headmaster of her girls beloved school. They had met before.

"Artemis," he said firmly. "Would you kindly release Ms. Granger. Quickly."

Artemis let out a low growl. Not until she had her snack. Even if she had, she wouldn't obey the orders of a windbag like him.

"Artemis," the headmaster said, "Step away from Mr. Malfoy and release Ms. Granger unless you wish to face a wizards magic."

Artemis let out a long sighing growl and stepped away from her would-have-been-snack. She had faced his magic before, and it was nothing she wanted to deal with at the moment.

"Thank-you," The man said. "Now Ms. Granger, please."

Artemis closed her eyes. She proded at the small red book that sat in the middle of a never-ending black. It burst open with a beam of light, it's contents spilling. Artemis shivered with the horror of going back for another 300 years. She wandered through the endless fog of Hermione Grangers mind. She passed text books, parchments, quills, and even little facts such as the date of the Wizard Community Annual Fair. She wandered for a few moments until she reached a tall black brick wall that made an enclosed circle. On the wall there was an iron door with a steal bar window. Peaking inside Artemis could see Hermione huddled up in a corner rocking back and forth. Her eyes were glazed over. She was in a trance, just as Artemis had left her. Her arms were bound and her feet tied. Artemis couldn't have risked her running off.

Artemis flung open the door and stepped inside. She walked over to Granger. She placed an arm on her shoulder. Immediately Hermione came out of her trance and the ropes disappeared. She turned to face Artemis, looking at her with her big brown eyes that were currently full of fear.

"Where am I?" She asked.

"In the dark backs of you mind," Artemis said.

"And what are those?" Hermione asked pointing. She was pointing at one of the near twenty little black boxes flying around in the circle with them.

Artemis let out warning growl. She never liked questions.

"When can I leave?" Hermione asked in her soft squeaky tone.

"Now," Artemis said. She indicated to the door across from them. Hermione slowly stood up and then made her way to the door, shutting in behind her. Artemis sighed and sat down. A large silvery bowl with clear liquid appeared in front of her. Artemis sighed again. She never had gotten her snack. Granger owed her big.