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The Vampire EpidemicThe moon shone brightly over the school grounds. It was late, about midnight, and a tall figure could be seen silhouetted against the window of the Slytherin dormitories. He ran a hand through his hair and stood watching…waiting. It was the third night in a row he'd been woken from an uneasy sleep.
He could hear something, and it was closer now. Closer than it had ever come onto the school grounds. And he heard its voice calling to him once more.
"Come to me," it would say over and over again. It was so soft you could mistake it for the wind that rustled the branches in the forbidden forest.
There was a shadow moving about down on the grass below and Draco Malfoy suddenly felt a strong chill run through him, and his bare chest broke out in goose bumps.
"Oh God it's here," he thought to himself. He watched it come closer this time and found he was entranced by it. And although everything told him to go, he was not very inclined. His will was stronger than the need to walk into… He wasn't quite sure what he'd be walking into by going to the creature that stood on the grass. All he knew, was that whatever it was, it wasn't good.
It was at that moment that the figure, that was shaped like a man, looked up, it's eyes glowing like cat's eyes. It looked right up to where Draco was standing staring down at it and it seemed to smile up at him. Draco didn't know how he could tell but he just got the feeling.
His hand moved up to his neck and he rubbed the pale flesh there, quivering. With his other hand he shakily plucked his wand out of his boxer's band and held it in his hand. Although he was afraid, he dared the thing to come after him. He dared it to take him on.
It seemed to laugh as it stared up at him. It was mocking and Draco felt his face become hot. He hated being mocked. And as he looked further the creature of the night vanished and was gone from his sight.
Draco cursed under his breath and waited. He listened hard, because he still felt its presence. He knew the only reason he could feel it was because it wanted him to know it was nearby. It had been playing this game with him for a month. It would come a little closer each night.
Draco had visible bags under he eyes from staying up, often all night, waiting to see if it would come back. Of course he'd learned once it was gone, it was gone. Although it had been staying longer each night as well.
He sighed, and rolled over. He didn't know if it was just taunting him, or if tonight it meant to do business. And truthfully, he really didn't want to find out.
And it was then that a loud alarm suddenly sounded, and he knew it was for real.
Around him, his dorm mates began to stir out of sleep.
"Whas goin on?" Goyle asked from his left.
Blaise clicked on a lamp and squinted at them.
"Someone's broken into the school," Draco muttered, sitting up. As he sat there, he couldn't bring himself to do much more. He was perfectly awake but still trying to register everything. One second it had been there, the next…it was just gone.
There was a light tapping on the window next to his bed and they all turned to look. And there they saw through the crack in the green blinds, an evil smile and a pair of glinting eyes. The skin was pale and there were no lines on the face at all.
As if on command, the three boys stood up and inched towards the door. Blaise who was usually very dark skinned had become a shade of gray as he reached for the doorknob.
Draco stared back at the thing that had its demonic eyes set on him. He couldn't move, it had some sort of hold on him. He tried to break his gaze away but found he was unable to.
"Go," Draco whispered hoarsely.
"Malfoy, are you mad?" Blaise asked. The door stood ajar. "That's a vampire!"
Draco's hand had found its way to his throat again and he found he was able to stand and he slowly got out of bed. Either way he was pinned. He couldn't move quickly enough and he was moving too slowly. If he turned away and ran the vampire would pounce on him. He still clutched at his wand tightly.
The vampire reached up for the windowsill and the three boys that stood behind Draco flinched.
"Draco come on!" Crabbe said walking forward. He reached out to grab his friend around his arm, but was shot backward. Goyle bent and helped him up.
"Damn it go!" Draco yelled at them. "I can't move any further!"
They stared wide-eyed at him for a second, just as the creature lifted and swung his feet into the glass of the window. It shattered all over the floor and he was in. The three boys turned and ran.
"We've got to get help!" Blaise yelled. He turned the corner, ran into someone, and was knocked to the floor. He stared up at the dark figure of…it was a woman, she was grinning down at him with two small, evil, and quite pointy teeth digging into her lower lip.
She bent down and said in a silky voice, "You'll do," and opened her mouth, inching towards Blaise's neck. He cried out and began to struggle against her furiously.
Snape came running around the corner, his wand held aloft and he cried a curse and aimed at the red headed vampire that was bent over one of his students. He hit her square in the back and she let out a shriek as she burst into flame. Blaise scurried away in a crab walk sort of fashion, his eyes wide, and his mouth open in a silent scream.
"Professor," Crabbe said. "Malfoy he's-"
Snape pushed him out of the way and continued to run down the hall.
Draco stared at the creature who was inching closer to him.
"Why are you quivering?" it asked him in a low voice. The vampire had a red lollipop stick protruding from his pale lips. It was the blood-flavored kind. He grabbed Draco by his arms, and his wand fell to the floor.
"No!" Draco yelled, trying to pull away, but the vampire only smiled.
"This will only hurt a bit," he said. He took the lollipop from his mouth and threw it to the floor. He then put his cold hand on the back of Draco's neck and brought him forward.
Snape came to the door, and caught a glimpse of his favorite student in the embrace of the demonic vampire. His eyes burned brightly over the blonde's shoulder and Snape felt a bolt of energy surge towards him. The door slammed shut.
It was then that he sunk his teeth into the warm flesh of Draco's neck. Draco cried out and they fell to the floor, with the vampire on top of him.
Draco struggled and pushed at his chest. He could hear Snape on the other side of the door.
It was going dark around him and with his remaining strength he somehow flipped the vampire off of him and onto his back. Holding the wound on his neck, he propped himself up on his elbow and uttered a curse that caused the vampire to burst into flame.
Immediately the spell was broken and the door swung open. The last thing Draco saw was Professor Snape, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle standing over him. They all looked worried. And then it was dark.
The Hospital Wing:
His gray eyes opened into the light of the room. He immediately shut them again, and rolled over to shield himself but the sun was everywhere, and white pain shot through him. He groaned and pulled the blankets over his head to try and hide, when they were ripped off of him completely by Professor Dumbledore.
Draco looked up to find him gazing gently down at him, over his half moon spectacles.
"Mr. Malfoy, I see you're up," Dumbledore said, over his crooked nose. He sat down next to the boy who was groaning. But the pain was vanishing slowly and his breathing came in gasps.
"What happened?" Draco asked. It was very odd; he couldn't remember a single thing.
"You were attacked," Dumbledore said quite bluntly. "By a diseased creature, and you are very ill."
Draco felt dread fill him as he tried to remember.
Flashback:
He could see shattered glass spread on the floor. Hands on his wrists, pulling him forward. His own blood dripping onto the floor. Snape and the others.
Meaningless thoughts. It couldn't help him.
"You may call this specific creature a sexually transmitted disease," Dumbledore went on. "They spread through a single puncture wound to the skin. You're very lucky that the vampire wasn't able to complete the process."
"So I'm not infected?" Draco asked. He felt hope surge through him until he saw the look on Dumbledore's face.
"I'm afraid it doesn't work like that Mr. Malfoy," he said. "As I said, it only takes a puncture wound, and much like aids or HIV, the disease will spread. Death is inevitable."
Draco's eyes widened as he stared up at the old man who stared back.
"What?" he asked. Of course he had heard, but it didn't register right away. Dumbledore nodded slowly and shifted on his stool.
"However, since he did not have the opportunity to give you the blood you lost, the process was not completed. You will still change, but there is a benefit. You will not loose the capability of being in the sunlight. Lucky for you, he didn't take enough blood to kill you last night."
"What does that matter?" Draco snapped. "I'm still going to be an awful blood sucking freak. I'd rather be dead!"
"Now Mr. Malfoy, I'm not finished yet. Your head of house, Severus Snape has agreed to make you a potion that you will take once a day to keep you from craving blood. Most vampires need it to sustain life, but seeing as you weren't drained completely, your blood is still healthy. You'll be able to live much as you have. Your friends have agreed not to tell anybody of what happened last night, unless of course you want others to know."
Draco nodded slowly, propped up on one elbow. "And I can keep my life? I don't have to go into hiding?"
"You're one of the lucky ones," Dumbledore said. "Two of your housemates weren't. We haven't seen them since. They were taken when the rest of the vampire clan fled."
"Who were they?" Draco asked, feeling a pit form in his stomach.
"Colin Harvey, and Sharon Silverton," Dumbledore muttered. Draco hadn't known them very well and was quite relieved to find that none of his friends had been taken.
Pansy Parkinson burst into the hospital wing and immediately saw Draco. He saw relief pass over her features and she smiled warmly.
"Well, I'd better be off," Dumbledore replied. "I have to go put up stronger vampire repellents and strengthen our shields. I knew they were a bit rusty but…" and he was gone.
"Oh Draco!" Pansy said sitting down next to him. "I was so worried! When they said you'd gotten attacked I was afraid you'd been turned into one of them," she uttered that word in disgust. Draco reddened slightly. So that's how people would react if he told them.
"Yeah that seems appealing," he thought sarcastically. "I'm fine," he said.
She flung her arms around his neck and he flinched feeling his neck twinge. He reached up to find a bandage there. Why hadn't they healed the wound? He would ask madam Pomfrey.
Pansy felt the bandage and turned Draco's head to look at the square piece of cloth.
"What happened?" she asked staring at him. He was hoping she was too dumb to realize what was under the gauze. "You didn't get bitten did you?"
"It's a burn," came a voice from behind her. It was Madam Pomfrey. She came to bring Draco his potion that Snape had brewed.
"And unfortunately it's cursed, so it won't heal with normal spells. He has to take this," she said, handing him the potion. He stared at it for a moment. It was a sickly red color, the color of blood and he felt his stomach churn. He was sure he could smell blood in it…how did he know? Well he was turning into a vampire apparently so why wouldn't he be able to tell?
He gulped it down and found that it slid thickly down his throat. Pansy nodded slowly.
"Is he able to leave to come down for breakfast?" Pansy asked.
"If he feels most inclined," Pomfrey replied.
He truthfully wanted to get out of there so he agreed he was ready to go. She handed him a set of school robes and sent Pansy out so he could change.
"I can still eat?" he asked her after Pansy was gone. "I heard vampires couldn't eat."
"Well you're not the average vampire," Madam Pomfrey said.
He didn't like the way that title sounded. "Draco Malfoy, the Blood Sucking Demon Boy From Hell!"
No he didn't like it at all.
"Lord, God," he muttered straightening his tie. He then left the hospital wing to meet Pansy outside, uttering small thanks, although he wasn't feeling very grateful. He still thought he'd be better off dead. And what would his parents say? Not that he was very afraid of that. He knew they wouldn't disown him or anything like that.
He swallowed hard when they came to the great hall doors. What if his friends treated him differently? What if he was cast out?
"Lets go," she said. And mustering all his courage he entered with her.
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