A/N: I just want to thank my VERY first reviewer! Darth Vyper! Congrats you get the privilege to read my ongoing story! Quickie note… this is set post HBP and fortunately for us Dumbledore is ALIVE! Yay! Ummm I'll explain later. Ok well enough of this, a quick disclaimer (which I had forgotten) and on with the STORY!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all except Draco Malfoy…. ok ok .. fine I don't own him either. darn.

Chapter 2: Bloodlust

Sunlight trickled into the living room unannounced. Hermione groaned, trying to ignore the overwhelming pains of hunger rippling through her abdomen.

Her eyes flickered open and nostrils flared and the smell of decaying meat. Canines extended she feasted upon the bodies, sucking the coagulated blood clean until the pains had passed and her mind cleared once more.

Panic seized her as she starred at the pitiful remains of her parents. Sobbing she scrambled upward and stumbled towards the dying fire.

Tossing in some Floo she screamed, "HOGWARTS" and was swept away towards the castle. Falling out of the fires she caught Dumbledore unawares.

"No, no they cant be dead. I didn't kill them! But the blood, so much blood everywhere how could I, what am I? No they're not dead they cant BE DEAD!" she cried, rocking back and fourth on the ground.

Dumbledore made to touch her until he noticed a tattoo on her back. A pair of grey wings rippled, blown by an unknown wind. Beneath them it read, alisvolat propiis in aeternun (she flies on her own wings in eternity).

Hermione continued to moan and weep to herself completely ignoring the older wizards presence. His blue eyes twinkled sadly as he stunned her and transported her down to Poppy; making sure to warn the nurse that another daughter of the vampyr had been born.

Hermione awoke, several hours later, to the sounds of her own screams. Pomfrey rushed in and administered a sleeping potion and Hermione slipped back into the nightmare.

I once more remembered that day

My dreams continually haunt me

The silence suffocates me

As I am forced to relive the tragedies

Of that fateful night of woe

As it slowly strips my life away

Yet still I monotonously drone on

It consumes me

And I sit alone

Begging my mind to forget

Only to be once more betrayed

I am betrayed

Forced to relive the night I died

To remember

How he found me

The blood of my parents

Glistening off his canines

I lost all hope

Giving in

Entranced by the torrential storm

In a deft moment

He forces onto me

The necter of eternity

And wispers in my ears

"welcome daughter"

my only escape from the pain

denied

When Hermione woke again it was dusk. The moon began to show its fullness and the night seemed to devour the remaining day. She jumped slightly as a figure appeared before her and whispered, " Alisvolat propiis in aeternun".

Suddenly there was a searing pain as a pair of grey feathered wings bursted fourth from her back. (think: Constantine) He melted back into the shadows and she whispered the words to herself, arching her back when the wings dissolved into nothingness.

Dumbledore himself woke her the next morning. He smiled and said softly, "We need to talk Hermione."

She smiled back sweetly and thought to herself, " No shit Sherlock, my parents died and now I'm sprouting wings. Either I'm going crazy or Draco's my fiancé."

Dumbledore looked at her through his spectacles. "You're a Vampyr Miss. Granger."

Hermione's eyes grew wide, " A vampyr? The blood sucking relative of the Veelas? But the guy BIT me. This doesn't make sense! Vampyr's are born, not made and I was defiantly made."

"Based upon the markings on your back and your sudden change in apperence, you are very much a vampyr child. They do occasionally bite, there must be something in the stars if they have decided to create you."

" CREATE ME? I WANTED TO DIE! BUT NO! LUCIUS WAS GOING TO KILL ME, AND THE ONE TIME DRACO HAD TO BE NOBLE. VOLDEMORT WAS GOING TO KILL ME AND THEN HARRY JUST HAD TO BEAT HIM. I WAS GOING TO FUCKING KILL MYSELF THEN THE DAMN VAMPYR'S HAD TO MAKE ME IMMORTAL? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD?"

She glared angrily at the headmaster and then burst into tears. Dumbledore sympathetically hugged her and left her with a tin of lemon drops. A blood IV dripped into her veins keeping her from another bloodlust.

She drifted off to sleep again just as someone staggered into Hogwarts and collapsed.