Chapter 12

Hello everyone I am so sorry for the wait! But I have been wicked busy! But I have been re-reading this story and I actually went through and fixed all the chapters and re-posted them! So if you all have time read it again! LOL! But here is the newest chapter and I hope you all like where everything is going! Now that school is done Ill hopefully have more time to write. So keep reading and reviewing and I'll keep writing!

*Hermione's Point of View*

I have absolutely no idea how long I have been asleep for, but as I finally broke free from the slumber that was filled with haunting nightmares I could not help but wonder why I always seemed to find myself in the worse kinds of situations? I have become worse than Harry. No matter where Harry went or what he did, it was a constant one step forward and then two steps backwards.

To get myself back on track I needed to first figure out who or what are these people that have taken care of me. Clearly they are not human; however they did not appear to be from magical descent either. Were they immortals? From what I could gather when I was listening to their conversation the one man said he had not seem torture methods in many years; and by many he did not mean like 10 years ago. It almost sounded like he was speaking of a completely different time; a different world. I was clearly obvious and did not take me long to figure out that the Death Eater has indeed been turned into a vampire, the blood red eyes were an instant give away. But never the less when he addresses this family it sounded as if they were connected in some way.

When I left this very peculiar little room and revealed myself to everyone somehow I knew that I was entering something that was far bigger than me, bigger than I could ever anticipate. Merlin what in the world was I doing? Even more so what in the world was going on? Nothing is making any since anymore; and as I started to re-think over the events that occurred nothing was making any since. Vampires? Nice vampires that have not sucked the life out of me and have apparently been taking care of me?

Oh dear lord it has happened. Ron said this would happen sooner or later, I have clearly lost my mind. Maybe I hit my head a little too hard? I do not know anymore; but all I do know is that once again I need to get the hell out of this room and make another attempt at getting back to my camp site. Back to where things are semi normal. I need time to think and process all this information. I must determine whether I am dealing with one vampire or an entire clan.

This time around I did not need to waste so much time figuring out where I was for it was pretty clear that I was back in my little white room. However this time there was something off; something was different. It took me a moment but suddenly I realize that I was much calmer, I was completely at ease. It almost seemed as if there was something in the air that was keeping me calm. Are they giving me drugs? Usually when I woke up after a fight combined with my usual nightmares I would socked with a cold sweat and on the verge of hyperventilating. But this time nothing, I was feeling so relaxed; they must have drugged me.

Stealing a quick peak around the room I also jumped straight out of my bed. Quickly catching myself I laid perfectly still for there was a man, no scratch that a very large teenager, sitting in my very small room and even more so he was extremely close to my bed side. He was leaned back in a chair with his head against the wall, eyes closed. Taking the opportunity I scanned his body and merlin he was a god. He had to be almost six feet tall and very well-built. Now I thought Ron and Harry had decent bodies do to all the running we had to do, but they looked like weaklings in comparison to this. He was very tan and had black hair that was short but shaggy at the same time. He radiated perfection! I hated to admit it but he was downright handsome.

As I felt my mouth drop open I realized needed to pull it together; was he one of them? Why was he here in my room? As I pondered the new information that was pouring into my brain I could not help but wonder; had he been here with me the entire time that I was asleep? I could not shake the feeling that someone had been watching me this whole time. Every time a nightmare tore at my soul it felt like someone was with, me telling me that everything was going to be alright. Somehow I did not feel so alone. Molly was right I need a vacation.

It was then I decided that it was time for me to make a break for it and head back to my campsite where life makes more since. I was feeling well enough to perform magic and my camp site didn't seem too far away from this house. Seeing my belongings on the other side of the room I whispered a summoning charm and the second my belongings touched my hand I closed my eyes and envisioned my campsite. As quickly as I closed my eyes, when I reopened then the squirreling sensation disappeared and my bare feet made contact to the cool earth floor. I was finally back in the safety of my little campsite.

However anger and panic washed over me as I realized that my barrier had been broken and disregarding the fact that I was still in my little hospital nightgown I created a new and even stronger barrier around my area. After I was satisfied with my work I went into my tent to wash up and change back into my cloths. Heading over to my little wash stand and mirror I started to prepare myself for the damage that I was going to have to repair. Sometimes seeing the after math of the battle hits a little harder, making everything so real. However as I sat down in front of my little mirror I was shocked to see that it wasn't that bad after all. The people that took care of me had rinsed away the blood and dirt and anywhere that I had a gash or a burn was replaced with bandages and medical cream. Using my handy little medical potion kit I was healed in no time, or somewhat healed at least. I was starting to look like my old self and not some accidently victim. Finally taking off the ridiculous nightgown I slipped on my own clothing; oh how I missed my dark worn jeans and confortable hooded sweat shirts.

Making some tea I settled onto my bed and slid my hand under my pillow and pulled out my beloved journal. After all the things Harry, Ron, and I had been through I needed a place to put all my thoughts down. As we travelled from area to area I would write down everything, everything from how I was feeling, where we were, new ideas to how to find and destroy Voldemort's horcruxes. So many secrets have been etched into the old torn pages of my journal. After writing all my thoughts and feeling down I felt so much better. Sometimes it seemed like my only escape and the only way to keep myself sane was writing in my little journal.

So I sat there and wrote down everything from when I was first attacked by the Death Eater, to waking up in the odd house, then my fight leading to my travels back to my campsite, and then ultimately my return to my little hospital room. Everything, every little detail; all my thoughts, suspicions, conclusions, it was all written down. It felt like I had written a novel, but it actually did not take me very long to scribble out everything. After I was finished I re-read my notes and added in various details to make sure I was making myself perfectly clear. After reading my entry for the third time I released sigh I laid down eyes fixated on the roof of my tent. I watched the shadows of the leaves dance along the top of my tent and became memorized. I did not even realize how completely lost in thought I became.

Rubbing my face with hands I gave into defeat. The only way I was going to get any answers was if I went to the source, back to where I had been taken care of. Now I know this could either be the worse idea I could have ever thought of, but after everything I had been through sometimes the worse and craziest ideas end up being the best. Who can forget ridding the dragon out of Gringotts? That was my brilliant idea and even though at that moment it was completely mad, it saved us all.

So it was decided, I would return to the house and see if I could figure out what was happening. Also I need to determine whether these people are truly vampires and if they are if they are dangerous. I have a responsibility to protect the people of this town and if I need to take action I was ready.

Just as I was ready to leave I had a second thought, should I bring a present to say thank you for taking care of me? What do I bring to a house that could possibly be filled with vampires? Grabbing a jar of my best tea I checked to make sure that all my wounds had closed and that there was no lingering blood anywhere. This seriously could be the stupidest idea I had ever come up with.

Securing on my sunglasses I closed my eyes again and envisioned the kitchen that I remembered seeing everyone standing in and less than a minute later I found myself standing in the very kitchen, however I was somewhat shocked to see it empty. Where did everyone go? I reluctantly took off my sunglasses and started to look around. The kitchen was beautiful, but looked un-used. The idea that I was indeed inside a vampire clan's home was starting to become more and more real. They most likely knew I was already here so it was now or never.

"Hello? Heeellooooo? Is anyone home?" I called out. I was disappointed with myself, for I could not hide the fear that made my voice shake a little. This was going to be fine, I just needed to breathe and relax, they could not be that bad; they took care of me after all.

I had barely gotten my third hello out when I could hear many footsteps coming up from the basement below and as I gripped my wand from inside my pocket I prepared for the worse. Soon I found myself face to face with about ten people, all of them emitting pure beauty. For the first time in a very long time I was completely lost for words, I had absolutely no idea what to do. If they were really vampires I would already be dead, but instead they just started at me like I was about to turn on my heels and run away as fast as possible; and to be honest it did not sound like a bad idea. But I was here now and I had to get to the bottom of this overwhelming mystery. Trying my best to smile, I stood tall and held out my hand.

"Hello."

To Be Continued….