Chapter One:
Legend often speaks of horrible events taking place on the night of the Full Moon. Legend often neglects to mention, however, the things that take place on the night of no moon. The break in the moon's cycle between the New Moon and the Full Moon. For the few who have been unfortunate enough to hear of this night, and of these happenings, it is referred to as the night of the Black Moon.
Our story begins on this night. In an alley way in London at about 10 pm...
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'Arrogant prat' she thought to herself as she left his apartment. She knew that there had to be an alternative reason as to why he invited her there in the first place. Somehow, deep down, she had doubted the excuse of him just wanting to 'talk'. But, as always, she dropped everything she had been working on and went over there. Which turned out to be a big mistake. Oh, it started out completely innocent. He had even faked a breakup with some girl over the phone and then proceeded to 'cry' on her shoulder. And she fell right in to that trap, hook, line, and sinker. It wasn't until he began to put the moves on her hard and heavy that she began to realize what was happening.
He ran her hand gently up her shoulder and looked her in her eyes. "You are the only one that's been there for me from the beginning. You have no idea how much I appreciate that." He touched her cheek and ran his other hand up her leg, slowly, until he reached an area that a friend shouldn't be. For a few minutes, the lust took over and she went along with it. Then, when he tried to unbutton her shirt, it donned on her what was happening.
She pushed him away and he continued to try and take off her shirt. "What are you doing?" She asked him, as she shoved him away yet again. He looked at her in mock confusion.
"Just trying to show a good friend how grateful I am for them. Why?" He replied cockily. The fire whiskey on his breath was almost intoxicating. She just shook her head and stood up.
"I can't believe you. I should have known that you would try something as low as this to get into my pants." She grabbed her sweater off of a chair and walked towards the door.
"Where are you going?" He said to her back angrily. "I know you want me. You can't deny it. Any mud blood would be happy to be in your shoes, and yet you turn it down." He staggered behind her and leaned against a wall to keep his balance.
She stared at him in shock for a minute. "Mud blood? Are we back to that again, Draco? I thought that after you switching sides and helping the order defeat that ass of a wizard Voldemort, that you would have changed. I guess I was wrong. You just can't teach an old dog any new tricks." She opened the door and before she got out, he said something else.
"I'll teach you some new tricks." He said. She just shook her head and slammed the door.
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And that's how she ended up in the alley behind his apartment building, fuming, recalling what happened. She turned the corner to enter yet another alley way that led to the street.
Before she got to the end of it, however, she heard a noise that caused her to stop. It sounded like somebody whispering, very softly, her name. She listened again, afraid that her ears might be playing tricks on her in the dark.
'Hermione' It said. She turned to her right to where it sounded as if it were coming from. Then, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She jerked around so fast, that any one else would have gotten whiplash.
The sight that greeted her eyes was almost unbearable. She had to cover her mouth to keep from throwing up. There, amongst the trash and clutter of the alley, was a body. A dead, mangled body of a girl about her age. She didn't hesitate. Before she could think twice, Hermione apparated to the place that she knew Dumbledore and Harry would be.
They were at the old headquarters with Sirius. Dumbledore and Harry had just completed there research about a month ago and had succeeded in bringing Sirius back out of the veil. She imagined , in her mind, the room that they would be in. In a snap, she was there.
She landed, somewhat roughly, in an odd sort of chair. Looking up, her face grew red. She had landed in someone's lap.
"Well, what a very pleasant surprise. If only a beautiful woman could land in my arms every night, I would be a happy man when I die." Sirius Black said, smiling mischievously.
She mumbled an apology and hurried off of his lap. "Where is Dumbledore, and Harry? There's something in the alley...Draco's apartment...girl...she's...she's...all the blood...everywhere...I need to tell them." She managed to spit out. The smirk vanished off of Sirius' face as quickly as it had come.
"Wait. Slow down. They are in the other room. Hang on." He told her before rushing off. When he came back, he was accompanied by Harry and Professor Dumbledore.
"Hermione." Harry said, rushing over to his friend and embracing her in a hug." Are you alright?" She nodded. Then shook her head.
"Tell us what happened. Including why you were in that alley in the first place." Dumbledore said. She did as she was asked.
When she finished with her story, even the part about Draco being a prat, she looked at them all. She looked into Harry's eyes and saw worry. In Dumbledore's, she saw curiosity. But in Sirius'...was that anger, or was that jealousy, or what exactly, was that?
She didn't figure it out, because Dumbledore spoke. "Well, Ms.Granger, take me there. To this alley." Then he looked at Harry. "Get some of the order assembled and tell them it is an emergency. Meet me there in 20 minutes. We'll inform the ministry after we've investigated the situation." Harry nodded and left the room after giving Hermione another worried glance.
"I'll come with you now, Albus, if you don't mind." Sirius said, eyes never leaving Hermione's. Dumbledore nodded his approval and they apparated together.
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