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Chapter 9
Hermione woke up to the tasty smell of breakfast. She rubbed her eyes and got out of bed which transformed back into the sofa for her to fall and slouch upon. It made her feel like a teenager again when her mother used to cook breakfast and Hermione would slouch around in the sitting room waiting for her to finish cooking.
"Hermione! You awake sweet?" Ginny called from the kitchen; "Breakfast is ready!" Hermione stretched, got up from the sofa and walked into the kitchen dragging her feet a little in exhaustion. Ginny was smiling at her from the sink and asked, "Awake are we?"
Hermione groaned; "just about." Ginny frowned a bit at Hermione's voice, she still seemed extremely sadden from the event that happened the night before.
"Well I'd cheer up if I were you, because Tristan will be calling, in a bit from the floo to help with Draco and everything."
This finally woke Hermione up, "you talked to him?" she exclaimed, "What did he say was it good news? Can he help?"
"Yes it was good news and yes I do believe that he can help; he said he'll call from the floo about ten and see what he can do for us." Hermione looked at the clock. '9:45' Ginny placed Hermione's pancakes in front of her which Hermione munched down quickly and placed the plate in the sink.
She sat back down at the table and stared at Ginny. who was eating her breakfast bit by bit. Ginny looked up from her plate sensing there was something on Hermione's mind and she pushed her pancakes away saying; "tell me everything that's on your mind, I know something's the matter? I'm an MDI remember."
Hermione smiled a little and replied, "Do you remember in school we all had a stereotype for every house. Like Gryffindor, we're the brave and loyal ones, while Ravenclaw were meant to be a load of book worms and really clever, Hufflepuffs were a load of goody goodies and did everything by the rules, and then there was Slytherin who were evil and cruel and hated all muggleborns. It's only now that I have begun to realize how wrong that we were, what's even worse is that everyone thinks that because we are set in those houses it means that all of us are everything in those stereotypes but we're not. I mean look at Pettigrew he was an evil bastard, he wasn't either brave or loyal and he was in Gryffindor. Then look at Draco he may seem cruel and evil but he's not, he is brave and loyal, even if it is to deatheaters. Why won't Harry learn that Draco isn't a bad person? It's just a school boy stereotype at the end of day isn't it?"
Ginny's face scrunched up a tiny bit in thought "Remember what happened to him in the past Hermione. Sometimes when you have lived a life like Harry has, you will always have it drilled in the back of your mind that maybe no Slytherin should be trusted, that everyone ever related to a deatheater is evil. Why do you think he finds it hard to trust Tristan?"
"But that's just childish!" exclaimed Hermione.
"But we can't do anything about it!" Ginny took a deep breath to calm down a bit, she was always like her brother having a fiery temper at the drop of a hat; "no matter how magical we are none of us have the power to truly change people's opinions and you can't change Harry's."
"But I miss the old Harry. Who would listen and laugh and always be there to make you smile, the one I knew in Hogwarts. When I first met him he was just a boy, completely lost in the world of magic, and was so interested to see the world around us, and now he's changed for the worst. He is just like Barty Crouch and I only noticed it all last night. The old Harry would have listened to me, not cuff me to the floor, cared about my opinion and thought about Draco's situation and shown some mercy. But he hasn't and now Draco will spill out all his anger and hate into the night like every other vampire, killing to feed himself. Something that I know Draco never wanted to do." Hermione quickly wiped away a tear off her cheek.
"How do you know Draco's going to do tha-"
"What else can he do? Walk around Britain like an average muggle or wizard he can't walk around in the light Ginny and he can only live off fresh blood, human blood. If he doesn't get that in a few days he'll become deranged! I know he's had his own blood donor bank just for his food. Don't you see Ginny? He has no choice."
The two of them remained silent for a bit more and watched the clock tick by to 9:55 "I miss how everything used to be." Muttered Ginny "after Voldermort died. We were all happy and I remember those celebrations that we had afterwards. That was the happiest time of my life. Mum, dad, you, Percy, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Harry, and Ron we all went out and celebrated in the three broomsticks with all the other wizards in the town. But what made that day so great was when Harry told me that, when he fought his battle, I was the only thing going through his mind and he won it for me more than anyone else. He told me he loved me." Ginny wiped a tear off her cheek Hermione pulled out some tissue from the box next to her and passed it to Ginny who wiped her eyes; "But then the deatheaters killed mum and dad and Harry was never the same again. That's why he won't listen to you. Draco is a deatheater no matter what you have got to say about it Harry will hate him."
"Am I interrupting something?" they heard a warm comforting yet familiar voice from the fireplace. Hermione walked over to where the head, of her most prized companion that, lay amongst the flames and kneeled down.
"No Tristan its fine," she replied; "but I am in desperate need of your help."
"About Draco Malfoy." Hermione nodded, but her enthusiasm faded when she saw the look on Tristan's face; "Hermione I am very sorry. There is nothing I can do for you." Hermione could feel her heart break inside her; "He is a fugitive who has run away from the island in the form of a vampire, he'll be caught and then executed. There is nothing that I can do. I'm so sorry."
"Of course you can! You have a solution for everything! You're the greatest sorcerer in the world!" she started shout at him; "YOUR JUST LIKE HARRY YOUR NOT HELPING HIM BECAUSE HE'S A DEATHEATER!"
"STOP RIGHT THERE!" Hermione stood still Tristan had never shouted at her before and in fact he was pretty frightening; "I have taken care of deatheaters, vampires, werewolves and banshees! So don't you dare accuse me of not wanting to help Draco because he is a deatheater! Don't you dare Hermione!" Hermione's bottom lip quivered and Tristan calmed down; "I understand how you must feel Hermione but the truth is that there is nothing I can do to help you. There is only the Balthazar curse and I doubt very much you would want him to kill you." Hermione stared at the flames in grief; "Once again I am-"
"GINNY!" there was a loud crack, Harry had apperated into the room with a look of pure anger on his face; "WHY DIDN'T YOU SEND HER TO HOSPITAL." He pointed at Hermione and made his way slowly towards Ginny who stood her ground and stared straight into his eyes.
"Because I checked her over and there was nothing wrong with her." She replied calmly.
"YOU LYING BITCH! I WENT TO THE HOSPITAL AND THERE WAS NO EVIEDENCE THAT HERMIONE EVEN WENT THROUGH THE DOORS OF ST MUNGOS!"
"DID I SAY I TOOK HER TO THE HOSPITAL YOU TOSSER? THERE WAS NOTHING WRONG WITH HER NO LOVE POTION, CONFUNDED CHARMS OR IMPERIUS CURSES. SHE WAS PERFECTLY STABLE IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU HAVE A HARD SENSE OF HEARING AS WELL AS THINKING!"
Harry lifted his hand and stuck Ginny across the face, Hermione screamed and Tristan apperated in to the kitchen shouting "HARRY POTTER WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" he stood in between them and pointed his wand at Harry's throat.
Harry gave Ginny a dirty look and said, "I'm leaving. That's what I'm doing." He smacked Tristan's wand away and swung his wand above his head and apperated away.
Draco had been flying for hours on end he had already made it into northern France and was now flying southeast to Transylvania where he would stay with his sire Simona. He had already been able to fight off three vampire catchers but knew that he had to find some shelter before the sun came up or he wouldn't make the flight.
He flew closer to the ground looking for a place that he would stay for the daylight to pass over. He looked in the distance and could make out a small deserted farm with a barn a perfect place for him to hide out until the sun went down. He flew towards it, landing as he transformed back into himself
He pulled himself up rubbing his shoulders in pain and looked around; he was in a room, that had probably been used to hold supplies, in the middle of the barn. The sun was beginning to come up into the sky and slowly creep into the barn. He looked down to asses the damage and saw he was covered in dried blood. He cast a cleansing spell before settling down in the darkest corner of the room and going over last night.
Flashbacks streamed through Draco's mind. First he saw the Aurors shooting spells everywhere, the Hermione protecting him, then him transforming and flying out. "Oh god." He whispered; "what have I done?" he stared at the sun coming in little by little.
He sat in his little spot and began to think about what may have happened to Hermione. The last he remembered was she had tackled Potter to the ground because he smacked him across the face. The memory sparked the monster within him again, Hermione had risked so much for him that night, her job and maybe her very position in the wizard community; "what have they done to you?" he could not bare to have Hermione in trouble and he knew that night was the last time that he would ever see her again it was time that he lived in his own reality not the faded one of a fake wizard and accept he had to live the life of a vampire alone, friendless and loveless.
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