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Chapter 16

Darren bolted awake covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Falling back onto his bed with a sigh he closed his eyes and relaxed. 'Just a dream.' Oh, but what a dream. Darren shivered. It was in the Gryffindor Boys room he was currently staying in. He was watching from the door as a dark shadow loomed over his body on the bed, watching silently. Something about the presence had made him want to run, run far from this being and never turn back, yet unable to move he watched from afar as the person lifted a shining dagger over his other selves' chest.

'Was it a sign? That staying here would only bring about my death? That there is someone hiding in the shadows?' Darren frowned. Someone that he knew? The dream was set in a Gryffindor room, only Gryffindors could enter. Could somone be plotting to kill him?

Sighing, he turned and looked out the window at the waning cresent in the sky. Having someone out to kill him wasnt new, but the fact that he too busy with other problems to worry about it was bothersome. Why did they always have to try to kill him at the most inconvenient times? Watching silently as the sky lightened, he made his way down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Mixing the food on his plate around absently, he watched as other students filed in, most either barely awake or overly awake. Covering a yawn, Darren glanced at the head table. There, the Headmaster had silently gotten to his seat and was staring... straight at Darren.

'Creepy old man...' Darren glared at the old man, remembering the last night and hating the man for refusing to let him go back to the mountain, then turned his attention to the window. The sky was cloudy outside and it did nothing to help his mood. Water dampens scents and the dream had him on edge. Something was coming, and he could feel it.

Ginny Weasley walked into the Great Hall and saw Darren sitting idle at the table, a troubled look upon his face. She plopped into the seat beside him. "Mornin' !"

Darren blinked and grunted a response, going back to murdering his meal with the pointy fork.

Unsatisfied, Ginny poked him in the shoulder. "Are you not a morning person? Or are you just being rude? Because I can solve both those problems." she said with an evil glint in her eye.

There was a half-hearted, distracted "morning..." before silence. 'Why doesnt she just leave me alone? Cant she see that I dont want her here? Am I not being clear on that?' He glanced around the Great Hall again, scanning the faces for anyone unfamiliar or suspicious.

Glaring at the boy who was seemingly worse at apathy than even Harry, she poured herself some cereal and chewed on it happily 'Mmmm... sugar.' Looking at Darren again, Ginny noticed that he looked tense and watched everyone like they were snakes rather than students.

"Whats wrong?" Darren glanced at her and shrugged.

"Nothing."

Ginny glared again. "Obviously, because, you know, that people start randomly being snippy and suspicious of everyone at random times of their lives. Now," she stated, scooping a honeybrush into her spoon and aimed it at him threateningly. "Tell me whats wrong or I will fire."

Darren glanced at the spoon, then at her and raised an eyebrow then went back to his meal... again.

Ginny flung the, now soggy, piece of cereal at him and it splattered on his cheek. Darren froze as it slipped off and fell to the floor. Slowly, he tunred to look at the smirking girl beside him. 'Did she just... fling a piece if cereal at me?' As she started giggling he scooped up a bit of the mush on his plate with his hand and smushed it onto her face.

Whiping his hand off on his trousers, he grinned triumphantly and went back to breakfast... well, more like poked at it again.

Ginny was stunned. A loud guffaw turned her attention to her older brother who had just entered the Hall and seen the goo on her face. "I think you missed your mouth!" taunted Ron.

Ginny glared evily at Ron and then a Darren. Standing, she used Darrens head to help support her and 'accidently' pushed it into his mush and walked away. "Oh, If you think I missed a spot, you should check out Darren!" As people turned to look at him Darren wiped his face with a coth but it was still a sticky mess.

Standing, he excused himself and went to the bathroom to wash his face in a sink. As he looked up he caught his reflection in a mirror and winced. His face had thinned out and made his scars stick out prominently. There were black bags under his eyes and when he attempted a smile it seemed stretched. Looking closer at his eyes, he found them unnervingly... hollow. There was no other explination for it. They were like the eyes of a corpse, missing the life and emotions everyone here seemed to have.

Darren turned away and leaned against a wall, wrapping his arms around himself in an attempt to ward away the growing cold pain in his stomach. Darren winced. Cold stabs of pain ripped at his body like frozen daggers. When it subsided, Darren righted himself and unfolded his schedule and then made his way to transfiguration.

People were already seated down around the class and had started when he entered. The proffessor looked up and waved him to the front.

"You are the new student, Mister Shan, am I right?" she questioned, her tight bun giving her a pointed look that demanded no lies.

"Yes. But Im not to learn anything."

McGonagall seemed to size him up. "So why are you even here? Or do you intend on preventing these students from learning anything again?"

Darren glanced around at the tired faces. "Well, I dont think they'll learn much anyways. And I dont know why I am here. I wasnt exactly asked." Darren crossed his arms. Who were they to tell HIM what to do? 'When I get back, I'll tell them where they can stick future ideas. Right up their-'

"Sit at the back of the class and dont distract the other students." McGonagall turned back to her board and wrote up the lesson for the day.

Darren went to the back of the class and sat down in a chair. Today was going to be a long one.

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Hermione ran her finger along the dusty volumes in the library.

'There has to be something...'

Grabbing a promising looking book, she flipped it open then slammed it shut again. Nothing! Not a single thing on vampires that she didnt already know! Slamming a fist onto the shelf in frustration, a book fell to the floor from one of the higher shelves with a thud. Groaning, Hermione bent to pick it up when the title caught her eye 'Vampires: The Unseen'. Kneeeling down, she opened the front page.

Vampires: The Unseen

by (Hermione frowned in distaste as the name had been scratched out)

Think you know all about Vampires? Read all the books? Know all the stories?

Your wrong.

Vampires are a race of secrecy and mystery. You can never know it all. Because of this I am willing to share this with you. So that maybe, I may save a life.

First of all, there is two different kinds of Vampire: Vampire and Vampaneze.

They are very different. Vampires have fine and pale skin (though one is known to have red skin) while the Vampaneze has purple skin. The Vampaneze and Vampires, though cousins, do not mingle. There has been a war between them since the beginning of time and has still not stopped. Both are violent and thrive on the blood of humans. Beware! For the Vampires are sneaky and before you know it you could be a victim of their bite.

The book continued on to say how the Vampires could blend into looking like normal humans and preys upon them ruthelessly then how you can kill one. Hermione was appalled, terrified and betrayed all at the same time. How could Darren do such things? Could everyone be in mortal danger? She had to tell someone.

Hermione signed out the book and headed to the common room. Wait, she could go to the headmaster! Turning on her heal, she ran for the Headmasters office. The gargoyle jumped out of her way as she shouted the password at it and she knocked o the office door.

"Come in."

Hermione walked in and stood in front of the desk where Dumbledore was writing on a piece of paper with a violently blue quill.

"Darrens a Vampire." Hermione blurted out. "He has all the signs! The scars, the lack of food, the paleness, everything! You have to get rid of him!"

Dumbledore was shocked at first, how could she have figured it out? 'I'll have to tell Darren to be more careful.' He put on his knowing-headmaster look and slowly took out his wand.

"Yes, I am well aware of that fact Ms. Granger. Unfrotunatly, it would be better that you didnt know. I sorry, Obliviate." Hermione was so shocked that, as the light flew towards her shesimply stood there. Dumbledore went back to writing the letter he was writing to Paris on his progress with Darren. "5 points to Gryffindor for your attention to detail Ms. Granger. I'll try to fix it right away. Have a nice day. " he dissmissed her and waved the confused girl out the door. When it clicked shut he shook his head.

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Now, dont think of Hermione as a bad person, she just believes in what she reads in books to much.

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