Naoku: well, you've been asking for longer chapters, so here's a long one. Unfortunately there's no cliffy in this one, it's more of an info and character introduction chapter. Sorry, but I had to put this in there. The next chapter will be more exciting.

Fictiongurl: here's the update you've been asking for. Glad you like it.

kole17: I hope you still like it after this chapter, its defiantly not exciting like the rest.

paprika90: you'll have to read to find out.

Kigomae: don't worry about it. I get called evil a lot; nickname passed to me was Demon Girl. I don't mind when people express annoyance at my cliff hangers.

Anyway, enjoy. And sorry it's a boring chapter. Trust me, things are going to start up again really soon.

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Chapter 5

"Harmony," exclaimed Draco in a whisper as he shot up on the carriage seat. He was breathing hard and the sudden movement had made him dizzy. Light, he touched his finger tips to his eyelids as he closed his eyes for half a second, trying to regain his vision and soothe his head. He reopened them slowly and glanced around, everyone besides himself was asleep. He moved his legs so he was not sitting on the carriage seat and glanced at Hermione.

She slept, but it was clearly fitful. Her eyes were tightly shut and her head kept moving, along with the rest of her body. She seemed trapped in a nightmare of some kind. Draco bit his lip before reaching out and sliding up the right sleeve of her robe. He needed to confirm something.

When speaking with the little girl in the forest, he had noticed a design twisting around her right wrist, a snake whose head lay on the very base of her wrist on the top of her hand. And there it was, the same exact design that had been on Harmony's wrist.

So that's who she is, but what was it I was seeing? And why was I incorporated into that scene? I don't ever recall knowing much less playing with a girl named Harmony. Besides, my father never would have let me play with a muggle-born, no matter what their status was.

Draco's head hurt, and he was starting to think it best not to think about this anymore for today. He pulled her sleeve back down and turned to look at Hermione's face…and found himself looking into a pair of extremely calm green eyes.

Their eyes stayed locked together for several minutes, Draco unsure if she would be mad, Hermione simply examining his face. She spoke so suddenly that Draco nearly jumped through the roof of the carriage.

"You remember." It was a comment, not a question, but Draco still nodded his head as if she needed an answer.

So it was a memory, but whose?

Hermione moved to sit on the carriage seat and looked out the window.

"We're almost there," she commented casually.

"Good, I'll be happy to stretch my legs," yawned Draco, keeping all malice from his voice.

On the opposite side of the seat, Hermione's eyes narrowed.

"I have a bad feeling about this," she whispered.

"About what?" asked Draco as he peered over her shoulder.

"This whole thing is strange," she explained "The closed border, the lack of people in the streets, dusk is approaching and everything should be opening up. Sorcerers are more active during the night; they don't much like the sun."

Draco looked at her strangely. "Why?"

"Because, almost every sorcerer in existence has a tiny bit of vampire blood in their veins. The first sorcerers were dhampirs."

"Dhampirs?" asked Draco.

"Half vampires; they're typically born with a mortal mother and an immortal father."

"Oh," Draco was still a little lost. He always thought vampires couldn't have children.

"If both are vampires then it's pointless, but if one is mortal, then it works," explained Hermione as if reading his mind, which Draco was beginning to think she could do.

They rolled through the nearly deserted streets and up the twisting path that led to the local regimes home. They had been instructed to alert the royal family when they arrived.

Harry and Ron awoke shortly before they arrived and began talking about that summer's Quidditch finals.

Finally, the carriages reached the ancient castle, much to Draco's relief. He wanted to talk to Granger some more about his lost memory and perhaps now he could, if he could find a way to get her away from everyone else. After all he still had to be hostile towards her to keep his promise about the scars.

As everyone climbed from the carriages the large castle doors opened and a woman, perhaps in her early thirties, stepped out on the porch. She had mild brown hair and beautiful shimmering blue eyes that shone like the ocean in moonlight.

"Who's that," whispered Ron to Harry as he climbed out of the carriage behind Hermione.

"She's the regimes wife, Magiere," explained Hermione.

"Wow, must be a young regime," commented Harry.

"No, Magiere is 46 and her husband, Alexander, is 48."

"Then why do they look so young?" asked Ron.

"Vampire blood always makes one appear younger then they are," explained Hermione cryptically as she moved forward in the crowd.

"Oh my, I'm terribly sorry about the hold up at the border gate, I sent my daughter Sami down with the letter; I wonder why it never got there. But do tell me, how did you get though?" asked Magiere.

"Well, to be honest, I'm not quite sure myself. One of my students spoke with your guard, Hiiro I believe, and we were able to pass," explained Miss Griffinsin.

"Well, I'm glad you were able to get through. Which one of your students was able to convince Hiiro to let you pass?"

Hermione realized what the conversation was about and quickly skirted away from the front of the group.

"I'd feel much more comfortable discussing that inside, I have a feeling this student doesn't wish to be revealed to every one of their classmates."

Magiere nodded and motioned for everyone to enter the main hall. She sent several servants out to retrieve the trunks from the carriages and then began to address the class.

"Everyone, I would like to welcome you to Senscarica. I am Magiere Lupuerins, wife of Alexander Lupuerins, the ruler of this city. I welcome you to my home and hope that you will be happy staying here. Unfortunately, my two daughters Tammi and Sami are not here at the moment, but should be present for dinner."

"Excuse me, I'm sorry, perhaps I have misunderstood, but I was led to believe you had three daughters," commented Pansy near the front, "one who was closer to our age."

Magiere smiled sadly at Pansy. "Yes, I used to have a daughter near your age, but she vanished six years ago."

"Oh!" exclaimed Pansy "I'm sorry for the intrusion, I wasn't aware…"

"It's perfectly fine," Magiere assured Pansy "I am actually asked about her a lot." Magiere smiled sadly. "She would have loved to meet all of you." She sniffled. "Well, you had best get up to your rooms before dinner; I'll have Nicolas show you where you will be staying. Nicolas!" A young boy with black hair and yellow eyes stuck his head out of a doorway. "Show the students of Hogwarts where they are staying." Nicolas nodded and led them up the stairs into the east wing.