Hermione and The Lost Boys

Disclaimer: I don't own The Lost Boys or Harry Potter.

Author's Note: I recently re-watched The Lost Boys movie and noticed that I combined things from the first and second night of the film into this story… my bad, as I don't feel like re-writing everything to fit that we'll just say that the movie in Hermione's universe has everything from those two nights combined in a way that works because I'm using fanfiction magic so there XD

Anyway, in case you haven't heard they made Lost Boys Funko Pops! David, Michael, and Sam that's so awesome and mine are being shipped right now I can't wait to see them in person!

9/08/20 EDIT: I added a few sentences in previous chapters to explain that Hermione and Ginny's actions fast tracked those events thus no need to use fanfic logic any longer.

Chapter 8: The Change

They promptly landed and nearly fell over inside of the abandoned building that they slept in the night before.

"Hermione!?" Ginny yelled out steadying the other girl, "Honestly! What were you thinking?"

"…I wasn't." She grabbed a hold of Ginny's arm trying to wait out the dizziness.

"Obviously! He could have killed you!" Ginny realized quickly that her friend wasn't listening. "Oh bloody hell." Bloody was right the redhead thought upon seeing Hermione's still bleeding arm. "Hermione you need to heal your arm like right now." The girl in question muttered her agreement but nothing happened. "Hermione?"

"I'm trying... it's not working."

The brunette was staring at her arm like it offended her so Ginny quickly nicked her finger with the knife she had gotten from Paul and proceeded to heal her friend. Once the cut sealed itself back together Ginny let out a sigh of relief and healed herself, feeling even more fatigued. One look at Hermione and she knew that sleep wasn't on the menu at the moment. "Come on you need a drink."

"I'm never drinking again," Hermione deadpanned causing Ginny to roll her eyes.

"I meant water, come on." The younger girl pulled the arm she still held to get the older girl to follow her. "We need to make sure you stay hydrated."

"Yeah… water is good." The brunette let herself be dragged but mumbled, "Sleep would be even better."

Ginny heard her words but ignored them. Sure all she wanted to do was sleep but the last thing they needed was Hermione getting sick. So water first, then sleep, and then she'd totally be chewing her friend out. Really, the redhead never thought she'd be getting onto Hermione Granger, of all people, about thinking things through. Honestly, who lets a vampire feed on them like that… Sure it wasn't a bite but it could've been. It might as well have been.

Ginny had a headache from all this so for now she pushed it to the side and focused on getting the water. Water then sleep. Everything else could wait… okay, not really but it would have to, because pulling an all-nighter with barely any sleep the night before that was just asking for them to make stupid decisions.

Like Hermione offering her arm up on a silver platter to a freakin' vampire. Ginny shook her head and reminded herself that she wasn't going to think about it that. Of course, that didn't work out very well but at least she got Hermione some water. Fluids were important, the redhead thought, watching the sunrise before once again taking hold of the other girl and leading her to a semi-empty building to sleep. Semi because there was someone asleep in the corner, or at least the younger of the two hoped they were sleeping, but at this point she was too tired to really care.

Another thing she'd deal with in the morning er- when she woke up.

Hermione fell asleep fast but Ginny's mind, whether it was due to sharing the area with some unknown possibly dead person or the events of the previous night, was racing. She fell into a restless sleep two hours later only to be awakened four hours after that by Hermione.

"Gin come on wake up."

The girl groaned and shoved the hand shaking her away, "Five more minutes."

Hermione sighed and shook her head as the other witch drifted back to sleep. The brunette decided to cast a muggle repellent spell on the sleeping girl and wrote in the dirt 'be back soon getting lunch.'

Hermione wasn't sure if that was accurate but at least she knew breakfast had passed. With that, she stood up, casting a scourgify on her clothes, and patted her hair hoping it wasn't the nest that she imagined it to be and then left to get them something to eat. Walking the boardwalk helped not only to fully wake her but moving helped the soreness which came from two nights of sleeping on the ground. Even when she was on the run with Harry and Ron she mostly slept comfortably thanks to magic and while she could've slept alright last night due to having access to said magic the witch had been too exhausted to even think about cushioning the ground.

Note to self remember to use cushioning charm tonight she thought.

It might not even matter. For some reason her magic didn't want to respond after she apparated away, but she was still bleeding. What did that mean? Was she simply too tired to focus or was there another reason?

All this new stuff, like dealing with blood magic, made her want to rush to a bookstore and buy a book about the subject but that wasn't possible. Instead, she was going to have to learn through trial and error which was more Harry's style than hers. Luckily, she had learned how to improvise quite well herself after all the years of being Harry's best friend.

Lost in thought, she made it to a fast food joint and gazed absentmindedly at the menu. Things so were different in America… things were different in the eighties. Throw them together and Hermione had no idea what was a good choice for lunch.

In the end, she decided, when all else failed, a burger and fries were still the same no matter the time period or country so with her bag of greasy food she headed back to the abandoned building where Ginny had been sleeping when she left. Once she arrived, the witch found the other girl still fast asleep not having moved an inch.

"Wake up. I've brought greasy goodness." She nudged the girl with her foot but the redhead just told her to go away. "Alright but I doubt it gets any better when it's cold."

Grumbling, Ginny sat up and glared.

"Oh how terrifying," the older witch said reaching into the bag to grab a wrapped burger and tossing it at the other girl who caught it but didn't lessen her glare. "I hope my hair's not as bad as yours seeing as I was out in public," Hermione teased.

That did the trick. The younger girl quickly dropped the glare to start trying to manage her hair.

"Come on Gin at least eat first. No one can see your bedhead expect for me here."

She huffed in response but grabbed the burger out of her lap and unwrapped it, "Is this it?"

Hermione shook her head. "No there's some fries too, here." The girl reached back into the bag and took out a salad before handing over the bag with the fries inside of it.

"Why did I get fries and you got a salad?"

"Because I was the one who went and got our lunch. Next time, if you want something different then you'll just have to wake up and go get it."

Ginny frowned but ate her food anyway. It wasn't her mom's homemade breakfast like she was used to or even Hogwarts quality either, but she was hungry, so it worked.

Hermione didn't usually eat muggle fast food either but even she had to admit that this was better than most fast food she'd tried in the past or rather future. Did people get it right when saying that things used to taste better? Or was it her knowledge that things supposedly tasted a certain way that transferred into this world once it was created? Did it even matter? …There were bigger things to be concerned about than the quality of her food.

"So if we take into account the events of last night then today would be the day where Michael sleeps the day away," Hermione told her fellow movie time-traveler after swallowing a mouthful of her burger before setting the greasy thing down on its wrapper. Ginny shoved another fry in her mouth but didn't reply so the brunette continued, "We did pretty much the same thing. If the script stays the same he'll wake up at two this afternoon and it's just after one right now."

Still no response from the eating girl, "That means that he'll wake up to his mom asking him to stay home tonight with his brother meaning we have a whole day or, well, the rest of the day to plan things better than we have been so far."

The girl snorted and Hermione frowned and opened her salad wondering if the girl was being grumpy due to having just been woken up. "So that also means tonight that the boys drive around Michael's house to scare him and Sam… After that both of them find out what Michael is after he tries to eat his brother but fails."

Ginny added nothing to the other witch's surprise so she kept talking while absent-mindedly mixing her salad with the plastic fork she'd just unwrapped.

"That bath part will still happen but when Sam sees Michael's reflection he shouldn't jump straight to the idea of vampires without the comic book, which hopefully we prevented him from getting." She paused to take a bite of her salad. It wasn't the best but certainly not the worst either. She swallowed then continued.

"If so and the flying scene happens, I don't see why he wouldn't let his brother inside his window. So I think for now we need to focus on the Lost Boys. What did they get up to besides scaring Michael tonight?" Hermione poked at the little tomatoes with her fork while waiting for the other's response.

"They probably ate people, like last night when they slaughtered everyone and then you handed over your arm to be a chew toy for an undead monster," Ginny said annoyed and the other girl sighed and set her fork down to try and make eye contact with her friend.

"So that's what's wrong with you. I told you I wasn't thinking."

Ginny threw her wrapper on the ground frustrated. "That's obvious but really Hermione I don't care if you were tired or whatever. You need to be on guard with them at all times you should know that!"

"I do!"

"Then act like it and don't go making goo-goo eyes at a monster. I don't care how hot he is when his real face is hidden. You know what he is- what they are!"

Hermione decided not to say anything more and let her rant because she looked like she needed it.

"We can't forget what they are. That wasn't just feeding to survive like an animal. That was the stuff insane human beings do… the kind of things a Death Eater would do," Ginny stressed.

Hermione couldn't deny that there were similarities.

"Only some Death Eaters actually had a conscience. These things don't… you can see that can't you?" Ginny asked and Hermione sighed.

"…What does it matter what they feel or don't? They're only temporarily real and we have to keep them alive no matter what we personally think so that we can get back home."

"You don't have to tell me that." The redhead looked away, "I know we have to make sure that they survive and that I have to- I know that."

Hermione didn't have anything to add to that. She kind of wished Ginny hadn't seen that scene last night, if only to make it easier on her, but at the same time at least now she'll be more wary. But Paul would also know that she was and that wasn't a productive way of getting into bed with someone-

Hermione's eyes widened. "Tonight Michael sleeps with Star."

Ginny snorted, "Way to change the subject."

Not really, the older witch thought but decided not to open that can of worms by saying it.

"When they have sex where are the Lost Boys?" Hermione asked and the other girl shrugged.

"Killing somebody probably."

The brunette shook her head in exasperation, "No they're at Max's place."

Ginny furrowed her brow in confusion, "What?"

"The scene that makes you think that Max is innocent and that they're going to attack him after his date… Which may or may not have Lucy running out on him tonight. Either way the boys will go to his house and they most likely went to talk about the Emersons."

"Emerson?" Ginny asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ginny did you even pay attention to the movie?"

"I was drunk, or at least on my way to it, so excuse me if certain things went over my head," Ginny said as she started to run her fingers through her hair like a brush.

Hermione sighed, "…Right, well Michael's last name is Emerson so the meeting they have, or more like are going to have, will probably be about his family and maybe even us now."

Ginny's fingers paused as she looked thoughtful, "You think they'll tell Max about us?"

"Well, he is the head vampire…" The bushy-hair girl said matter-of-factly.

"Sure, but how close could they really be? I mean you saw how he acted when they died. He was all ready to replace them," the girl pointed out as her fingers unfroze.

"You said yourself that they don't have any morals," the older witch reminded her.

"I know that, and I stand by it, but they do seem to have at least a little loyalty between them… You have to have noticed given how many times you've seen the film."

"That's true… so you think they're not loyal to Max?" Hermione questioned.

Ginny shrugged, "Can't say for sure but it's possible they keep him on a need to know basis."

"…Maybe but we've not seen enough interaction to know for sure, so we can't discount the fact that they might tell him and if they do that's an unknown; another one." She sighed again before continuing, "I have no idea how Max will react to us."

"Well, then. I guess we just have to plan around him for now then. It's all we can do," the redhead concluded.

"…I suppose you're right. Then all that's left to do is to decide on our course of action for tonight." Hermione looked thoughtful, considering all the events of the night. Lucy and Max's date, should they interfere with that or had their actions already changed it? Would they finish their date?

What about Sam? Should they stop him from seeing his brother's mirror trick? Then what about Star and Michael's night together... How much would change if he didn't go to her for answers? Not much that Hermione could imagine since she didn't tell him anything.

"Well I, for one, am good with avoiding the boys especially if they're meeting the big guy himself. So that just leaves the Frogs, Sam, Michael, their mom who is ruled out due to the said mentioned big guy and Grandpa," she listed them off on her fingers which had finally stopped being used as her hairbrush.

"Grandpa?" Hermione asked.

"Well he knows what's up, so I thought we should at least think about him."

The brunette agreed with the suggestion, "I guess but given that he kills one of them…"

"He kills Max and, correct me if I'm wrong, we're here to save the Lost Boys. He doesn't fit in that category so if someone dusts him I can't say I'd be sad about it." Ginny could say that about any of them really but given how they were her ticket home well, for that reason they had to live. Or live as much as an undead person could anyhow.

"…Maybe," Hermione muttered not convinced.

Without the others getting killed though it wasn't likely that he'd die because whether they liked him or not he was their head. So they'd have to protect him. At least she'd imagine that they would. Hermione was just beginning to wonder how much vampire lore from her world could be used here; how much of that did she even know? Not much, so it was likely not even relevant.

"Given the option though I choose to interfere with Michael," Ginny said off-handedly.

"Oh, why's that?"

The redhead grinned, "Mostly to cock-block him because I can. And who shows the so-called vampire hunters to the guys? If we can make him not want to kill them, which I know is an impossible task, then maybe all we have to do is get him to turn and bam!" She slapped her hands together. "Problem solved."

"Just like that?" Hermione asked.

"Sure just like that. No half-vampire Michael, no reason to try and kill the head vamp to cure himself because there is no cure."

Hermione could see the potential but there was one thing, or rather person, Ginny didn't consider, "What about Star?"

The younger girl laughed, "What about her?"

"Yeah you're right. She's spineless and not likely to try fighting back but if she sees the guy she's chosen as her last chance join them... what if she gets it into her mind to lead some vampire hunters there herself?"

"You really think she would?" Ginny asked curiously.

"No, not really but if this world really does fight to keep the original plot then someone would have to lead the way for stake-happy muggles to keep said plot to the script."

Of course, the world fighting to stay on track was just a theory too, not even a solid one. That's all she really had; theories.

"That could happen but everything we've talked about leads to maybes so why not just vamper-ize Michael and see the results that it leads to? If you have to just cast a protection spell on the cave afterward," Ginny summarized her own previous thoughts.

"…Or I could do that, to begin with, and avoid them staking Marko," Hermione countered.

"Yeah, but if they went out of it they could still get dusted, or in Paul's case melted, so that would only give them protection while they slept. And oh, geez there we go again with all the maybes, coulds, and mights. Let's not over think this Hermione. We need to pick something and stick with it otherwise we'll continue to talk ourselves in circles."

The bushy-haired girl's eyes closed. Ginny was right. They would get nowhere trying to predict every possible outcome. This might be more stressful than the Horcrux hunt or maybe she had just forgotten what it was like to second guess and analyze every single action that she-they take.

"…Okay, let's see if we can get Michael to change fully, maybe tonight," Hermione said in agreement and the other girl smiled.

"Sounds good but what about the train track scene?"

"What about it?" Hermione asked confused.

"If Michael turns will they still dangle from the tracks?"

"Gin that was supposed to happen last night," the brunette told her.

"Wait, what?" Ginny pouted, "You mean I missed it?"

Hermione's eyes would roll out of her head with how much she'd been doing it lately. Of all the stupid things to worry about.

"There was nothing to miss. I interrupted right after he drank the blood." Wait. Did erasing that moment do any damage to the groups' male bonding? Hopefully not. It couldn't have been that important of a scene if it was avoided so easily.

"You mean you deleted the best scene in the movie?" Ginny whined.

Hermione was wondering if Ginny was being deliberately silly to try and lighten the mood or if she really upset about it, "…Really? That was your favorite part?"

Ginny agreed, "Yeah… You should've waited until afterward."

"Okay. Next time I accidentally apparate somewhere I'll just insist they go jump off train tracks before I enter the scene," she said sarcastically.

"You do that," Ginny said in a serious tone but her eyes were laughing.

Yeah, it was to lighten the mood.

"Anyway, let's not sit around in this decrepit old building all day. We need to get out amongst the living and we also need to freshen up and maybe get some new clothes."

Hermione looked on in disbelief. "New clothes?"

"I may come from a poor family but even I never had to wear the same outfit more than one day in a row without washing it and I'm not about to start now. If we have to I'm sure we can find a used clothing store. Muggles have those too right?"

Hermione just shook her head with a huff, "Yes they do."

Maybe it was a good thing Ginny hadn't come along when they went on the run. She could only imagine the kind of arguments they'd have had about something as unnecessarily dangerous as acquiring new clothes.

"You know there is a spell for-"

"Nope we're getting something else. I'll still wear the jacket though, so I can use the spell on that."

Not wanting to argue about it the other witch followed, "What about transfiguration? Maybe you could just do an easy color change. It'd save money."

Ginny glared over her shoulder, "No thanks."

Hermione gave up. She'd just have to deal with the other girl's vanity for a bit. It was no big deal except for the whole money thing. Wait. She paused coming to the realization that transfiguration could make them some money. While she wouldn't usually do that sort of thing, this world would cease to exist sooner rather than later so maybe she could overlook the wrongness of it. Besides she'd done worse than make some fake money.

Just as she was about to bring up her new idea Ginny spoke, "Oh, and Hermione it does matter what you think of them, temporarily real or not… You should remember that they're no better than those you fought a war against. To them, humans are what muggles and muggle-borns were to Death Eaters."

Hermione closed her mouth no longer thinking about their money situation.

"Look the boardwalk is right ahead. Let's go find a bathroom to freshen up in."

The redhead picked up her speed at the thought of getting cleaned up but Hermione didn't hurry after her.

Was Ginny right? Were the vampires here essentially the same things as Death Eaters?

After pushing aside certain thoughts, Hermione mentioned her idea to just transfigure money and Ginny was surprisingly okay with it and, in the older witch's opinion, went overboard.

"Really Gin? When are you gonna have time to wear all of this?" She gestured towards the shopping bags full of clothes.

"I know we'll only be here a few more days but having options never hurts."

"Okay fair enough but where exactly are you going to put it all? I mean our current residence doesn't have a usable closet."

Ginny grinned and pointed at a building near the beach. "No but our new one does."

The brunette's eyes followed her finger, "A hotel?"

The redhead nodded enthusiastically, "Yup!"

"Ginny you know we can't make the transfigured item hold long enough for that to work. Maybe for one night if we're lucky."

"True but your transfiguration idea gave me one of my own, see." She held up a card. A credit card.

Hermione grabbed it, "This looks and feels real, but it won't work. The numbers-"

"Good thing it's an exact copy of somebody else's apart from the name then, huh?" Ginny snickered smugly.

"How-no when did you get your hands on some else's card?"

"I wasn't just trying on clothes earlier. So let's get a room! I'm dying for a real bath."

The bushy-haired girl reminded herself that identity theft in a world that was only temporary wouldn't really affect someone in the long run so she grudgingly went with it. "Fine but one of us needs to create an ID with this person's name," Hermione paused to look at the name and was grateful it was a woman's name, "Iris Hale."

"Okay Hermione, or should I say Iris? Hurry it up. I can hear the shower calling my name."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Not that simple. I have no idea what American IDs in the eighties look like, so that shower will just have to keep calling you until I find out."

Ginny groaned, "Can't we just summon someone's ID and be done with it?"

"Sure, if you wanna explain to the people who witness a flying piece of plastic the reason that it's flying."

"The wind?" Ginny suggested with a coy grin.

Hermione gave her a look of irritation. "Come on. You got a hold of the credit card to make a realistic copy without notice. I'm sure between the two of us we can see what an ID looks like."

"Yeah… but I really want to wash my hair now," the redhead whined as she tugged on a piece of her limp hair to emphasize her point.

"Well, the sooner you stop complaining the sooner your hair will get washed."

Hermione turned and walked away having said that. The ginger followed but she wasn't happy about it and made it known quietly so as not to hamper their chances of sneakily snagging an ID from someone temporarily.

Ginny was probably happier than she'd been since she arrived in this weird and awful place as the young witch was now freshly showered and dressed in a sexy but comfortable set of PJs atop of a real bed. Yes, she was just about in heaven for the moment as she laid stretched out on her stomach flipping through the telly channels mindlessly.

Hermione, who had just exited the bathroom to find her friend lounging around in her PJs, nearly scolded her for it but ultimately didn't because they still had a couple hours left until they needed to get to Michael's house. Relaxing was probably a good idea to help de-stress themselves.

Without further ado the brunette followed suit and dressed comfortably but also in clothes suitable to go out in. It was similar to what she wore the previous night because there was no telling what would happen in the later part of the night.

For now though, the girl sat down with her new brush in front of the mirror. After two nights sleeping in the dirt and having ridden on the back of a motorcycle the witch could tell her hair wasn't happy with her. Magic could only accomplish so much. It was times like this that she wished for her wizarding world hair products, or at least muggle ones from the late nineties instead of the things Ginny bought for her.

Her brown eyes flicked to the cans of hairspray but away again just as fast. She didn't need volume or something to make her hair anymore uncontrollable than it already was. Ginny wasn't wrong about her hair fitting in here but still old habits and all.

"Let me do it."

Hermione nearly jumped as the other snuck up behind her. "What?"

"Your hair. I'll fix it up for you." The redhead gestured to the other girl's hair to emphasize her words.

"You mean you'll make it even more eighties-like," Hermione shot back.

"Well, I don't know if that's possible," she joked causing the older girl to contemplate the wisdom in allowing it before giving in.

"Fine... do whatever." Hermione held out the hairbrush to her and the girl happily took it before also grabbing the bag of hairspray.

"Don't go overboard though," she warned with a stern expression, hoping it had the same effect as her favorite professor. Judging by the gleeful and mischievous look in the redhead's eyes it didn't.

"Of course, don't worry. I know what I'm doing," she reassured her.

"Somehow, I'm not reassured," Hermione deadpanned.

"Oh, shush. You'll love it when I'm finished," the girl stated confident of her abilities.

Love it was quite a bold promise but by the time she was finished over an hour later Hermione decided that she didn't hate it.

The two witches found themselves outside of Michael's house just before dark, having decided to both wait it out and see if the Lost Boys showed up to do their intimidating bike show as well as see if their magic could hide them from said boys. Hopefully it would, because that would not only be a good thing to know but it would certainly move their plan along in the way they wanted it to. Who knew how the boys would react to the two of them hanging around outside the dwelling of their newest addition to their little vampire gang.

Watching the sun go down in silence with each other was a first but it wasn't a bad one. Still, after the colors faded and the stars appeared Ginny started to grow bored, she'd spent many long hours looking at the stars in Astronomy class after all.

Hermione passed her time by mentally naming the constellations while her fellow time-traveler dozed lightly against her shoulder only to be jolted awake when the sounds of motorbikes hit her ears.

She caught Hermione's eyes and held them for a moment until laughter and shouts, along with bright headlights, filled the area. It was actually scarier in person than just watching it through a scene the redhead decided, while gripping the other girl's arm a bit too tightly. The older witch didn't complain. It unnerved her too.

Soon it was over, and the pair looked towards the door to see Michael looking outside unaware that they were there. In fact, he was also unaware that the vampires were watching his every move as well before the door closed.

Ginny nearly spoke but the other girl's hand quickly covered her mouth because, while the spell seemed to be holding right now, who knew if that extended to their voice. Better not have to find out.

Hermione's eyes darted around because, while she didn't see them, she was sure that they were still there. The witch didn't know how but she just knew it. Ginny stared at her curiously and then looked around. She didn't see or feel anything unusual and was starting to wonder if it was just the other girl being paranoid.

Then the hand pressing itself against her mouth fell away. "They're gone."

Ginny rolled her eyes, "I can see that."

Hermione looked at her and then vaguely wondered why the other girl didn't notice what she did but shrugged it off as left-over instincts from the war and instead asked, "Okay, so you know the plan now, right?"

"Yeah, apparate inside and grab Michael after he drops the milk but before he goes all 'grr' on his kid brother. Then drop him in an area with humans and watch him eat them from a distance… Man this is messed up."

"It is, but it was also your idea," Hermione reminded the paling girl.

"I didn't think we'd have to watch it though!" Ginny said for the umpteenth time.

"It's the only way to know for sure if it worked."

"I know and that's the only reason I'm agreeing to be that close to a vampire buffet again."

Ginny wanted this night to be over with already. At least she had a nice bed ready for her by the end of it. Even so, after tonight even a bed might not help her sleep. So far she hadn't really had any nightmares so that was something. How long it would last the girl couldn't say.

Hermione grabbed the redhead's arm and with a bite to her lip and a slight taste of blood she and Ginny appeared in Sam's room. They'd thought it through and decided even if he was unfortunately in there at the time that he'd be the easiest to cast a memory charm on.

Luckily for them, he wasn't so the two girls looked around the room.

It was the same as the movie from the posters to the comic books lying about, even the vampire comic was there. Wait… Hermione's eyes widened.

"Ginny look!" She quickly snatched up the comic off of the bed and showed the other girl.

"How'd he get this?" The younger girl was equally perplexed.

"I don't know… could we have missed some. Maybe they keep extras in the back or behind the counter. I should've thought of that. There's even a phone number written on the back," Hermione said beating herself up.

"How he got it isn't important. What is, is that he no longer has it."

With that Ginny took it from her and rolled it up and sticking it inside of the purse she insisted on carrying for the night because it matched her outfit. Hermione had thought it'd be more of a hindrance before but now it proved useful.

"Downstairs next?" Ginny asked getting a nod in return.

The two quietly stepped into the hallway and slowly made their way past the bathroom door. From the off-key singing they could safely assume that they're about where they wanted to be at.

Peering down the stairs, neither saw Michael yet but it was only a matter of time. A scratching sound made Ginny quietly swear and whisper about the dog, so the two hurried down the stairs as fast and quietly as they could only to see Michael come into view as they neared the bottom.

Instead of asking them who they are and what they were doing in his house like most people, he was completely consumed by instinct. His whole posture radiated an intense aura like that of a hungry predator.

Hermione was the first to react out of the three of them. She quickly grabbed both Ginny's arm and the half vampire's and side-along apparated with the both of them to a beach and, once there, let go of Michael's arm. He was a bit dazed from the strange method of travel but even out of it he was hungry looking. He jumped at the first food source available, which was them, only to miss when Ginny pulled Hermione back just enough to avoid the now feral Michael. The brunette witch used apparation again to make them appear much farther away but still in seeing distance.

All the while, the group of beach people who had previously been partying and had witnessed this were confused. They didn't know how to react or were too drunk to react correctly. That is until Michael latched onto the closest one in a hungered frenzy and started to feed for the first time.

Ginny looked away and stuttered, "S-see easy solution we'll be home in no time." The screams made her flinch and tug at Hermione. "It worked so let's go."

The brunette shook her head, "Some of the people are getting away."

"Good for them," Ginny told her but didn't stop her tugging, "let's follow their example."

"The ones that get away need to have their memories wiped."

Ginny laughed in a hollow tone, "Really? You're worried about secrecy in this world too?"

"Until we can leave we need to keep up appearances. You go back to the hotel. I'll make sure to erase the witnesses' memories."

Ginny shook her head, "You're totally crazy! That vampire over there is bloodthirsty and will try to eat you if we stick around."

"Probably," Hermione bit her lip and looked at her friend. "You should go now before I put up the barrier."

"This wasn't part of the plan," the redhead frowned.

"It was, but I just didn't tell you about it knowing that you wouldn't agree to it." Ginny glared at the other girl before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "I'll be quick. A few memory spells and then the barrier is gone and the fleeing people will still run in fright because they'll think someone is attacking them with a knife. That's all they'll know. Look there's no time left to debate this."

Michael was already on his second person and closer to them now. Not to mention that the other five she had counted were getting farther as time passed.

Ginny opened her eyes in defeat. "You're right," then she bit her lip hard enough for Hermione to see the blood start to well up. Several bright lights rendered the rest of the partygoers unable to move.

"Problem solved," Ginny told her licking her bleeding lips.

Hermione looked around and gasped, "You stunned them…"

Sure, she could remove their memories easier this way but what good would it do if they couldn't move in time to get away from the vampire? Surely, he wouldn't be able to feed on them all though, so that may still save them.

"Hermione lets go," Ginny said eyeing the vampire who was on his third meal and one of the people she'd stunned.

"You mean to leave them like that, they'll die…" Hermione was uncomfortable with this whole plan but leaving them all to die… she couldn't bring herself to do that.

"They aren't real!" Ginny shouted and Hermione's brown eyes caught the hers and saw that they were scared, angry and, most of all, there was guilt deep inside of them. To live with it Ginny told herself that they weren't real people but that wasn't right. Hermione knew that somehow their magic had made these people real. They were real.

Her shout had gotten Michael's attention and he was headed toward them. Luckily, Ginny saw this because she was facing his way while still holding Hermione's arm so she used side-along apparition and the next thing Hermione knew they were back in their hotel room.

Ginny let her hand go and ran into the bathroom while the brunette stood stunned staring at the carpet floor where sand had been seconds ago. The plan involved letting Michael kill someone, which was just as bad as killing them herself. She knew that but she hadn't really thought about it. Not until now.

Ginny's reasoning had been what Hermione had vaguely told herself about this unknown single person, but the more people that got added to the ever-growing list had Hermione realizing that she didn't really believe that these people weren't real. That they'd somehow cease to exist when Ginny and herself made it back home. Even if that was somehow true, they were alive now and so their deaths counted. And even if it was to get back home, how could she have ever thought it was justifiable to just let people die.

Sounds of someone being sick finally got through her own tangled web of a mess her brain was currently in and, almost on auto-pilot, she went to the bathroom and kneeled down beside the sick girl to pull back her hair.

Ginny knew it was wrong too.

That they should've come up with an idea that didn't involve any deaths, but this was the easiest way and the clock was ticking down to the end of the movie. They had just two nights left after tonight.

She moved the hand not holding the girl's hair to her back to rub it.

"…You're right. They're not real." She didn't believe that and likely Ginny didn't either but if it helped Hermione could lie to her friend. If it helped, Hermione could do a lot of things, though she'd never thought standing aside and letting innocent people die was one of them.

But it was… She did it last night at the bowling alley too even if she was only just now realizing it.

She could have helped, maybe even saved, some of them.

It wouldn't have endeared her to The Lost Boys but was that more important than human life?

At the time it seemed so. That was why the obvious thing to do had been to do nothing.

Her inactions may haunt her more than her actions by the time she got back home but after going through all of this… after doing what she'd done... getting back home seemed like the only way to justify it.

Only two more nights, she thought.

Surely keeping them alive for two more nights wouldn't be as hard as it'd been so far. No, the hard part was over… at least for her.

Hermione looked at the redhead who had stopped throwing up and decided to help her get into her PJs and then into bed. She needed a good night's rest and then they could figure out where to go from here.

David was busy flirting was a busty blonde and her friend not far from the Ferris wheel. He'd been considering making them tonight's meal when he felt it. He hadn't felt this feeling in over ten years. It made him freeze only to glance over a moment later and see his boys' reactions matched his own. Though Paul's was a bit confused having never felt this before.

Michael had fed.

He was officially one of them.

David smirked.

"Change of plans boys."

Author's Note: The movie is winding down but there's still plenty of things I have planned for this story so no worries there, also there was a major plot divergence in this chapter so what do you think that mean for the movie's plot? Review, maybe?