Poeta: Sorry about the long wait my dad went on a business trip and took my power pack for my laptop with him. Anyways my formal rocked, I went with a fine as friend and did not get smashed, I don't drink.

Hermione who?

Chapter 3: Morn's Tournament

"Why, why did you leave us, why?"

Personne shrieked and backed away from the strange scarred face. His piercing eyes pleading with her.

Turning she ran with all her might to be stopped by a hard chest. His red hair vibrant in the moonlight. Shrieking she pulled away. Fleeing grasping hands.

Her voice broke with her fear, "No! Please leave me alone," her lungs burned raw as the air sliced against her skin. The ground was snow covered the sky dark.

"Come back to us, come back." Voices echoed around her fleeing form.

Tears wet her cheeks as she stumbled in the dark, gripping at the coldness. Shying away from the cast shadows the biggest shadow of all lay below an unknown castle; situated by a lake.

Tripping backward she sat in the snow and looked up at its reaching towers. A face of white blonde hair and intense grey eyes ghosting before her orbs. Hot hands snatched her forearms.

"AHHHHH!" terror tore from her mouth.

"Sonne-"

Strong hands grasped her, desperately she fought. "No, no-"

"Sonne-"

Jade, eyes flashing open she shot up into Louie's chest. Desperately holding to him she shivered in her bed.

"It was a dream love, just a dream," hushing her fears he caressed her back and hair.

"I saw, I saw-"

Kissing her forehead he lay her back down. Knowing she wouldn't let him leave, he lay beside her. She curling into his side.

"I'll never allow you pain Sonne, never." He swore into her hair.

Blaringly gazing into his concerned eyes she slumped into his warm arms. "There were three, I knew them I-" pressing his lips to her temple he spooned into her back. "It was nothing, just nothing…" Examining the curve of her face and lips he bit his tongue.

Draco stumbled happily tipsy into the citadel at 3:00 am. Stupidly greeting the house elves as he passed.

A loath filled voice echoed in the sitting room. "You disgust me…"

Turning he looked to Pansy, "My love Pansy… I don't-"

"Don't know how to be discrete," abhor dripped from her words. "One of your barmaid whores came here in your absence. She was 'heartbroken' in hearing you were 'dining' last night with her sister instead of her."

Pulling himself to his full height, "Now Pansy, my dealings are my own-"

"I don't give a damn about your 'dealings' Draco Malfoy. I am your wife I will not be subjected to your whores do you hear me!"

With his long strides he was at her side in seconds. Gripping her arm he shook her harshly.

"Listen to me you bint. You are my wife in title only. Be glad you bare it since you could not bare me an heir. Here we are, the bloody laughing stock of the Wizarding world. I will do who and what I want, when and where I want. You as my 'wife' will grin and bare it." He knew he was bruising her yet he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Is that any way to treat your wife Malfoy?"

Releasing Pansy he spun to look up the grand stairs and face a rigid Vacko, black draw string pants sitting on his hips and an opened white shirt baring his tanned chiselled chest.

Personne at his side dressed in a sleek silk forest green nightgown, her robe hanging about her elbows. Her hair falling about her shoulders in tumultuous ebony curls, eyes barely opened as she leaned into Vacko's side.

Appreciation rippled in Draco, taking in all the Bellator heir had to offer. From her long slim legs to her flaring hips and her swelling breasts.

Vacko wrapped a possessive hand around his charge. "In your drunken state Malfoy I forgive your wandering eyes," gracefully descending the stairs he kept hold of the slothful Personne.

Taking in the vampire's and immortal's beauty Pansy bristled in envy. "Why… aren't you the perfect couple," sneering she latched onto Draco's arm.

Vacko regarded her with amusement. Looking at Draco, "Malfoy some wives deserve better…. while others," his eyes rested on Pansy, "deserve how fate falls."

Pansy glowered, "Is that any attire to wear Miss Bellator?"

Personne flinched shocked and confused, "Pansy?" Her voice broke as she reached for the ex-Slytheryn female. Louie swiftly pulled Personne against his chest.

Louie answered. "Miss Bellator may wear what she pleases as this is her home Mrs Malfoy, do not forget that." Looking down his royal nose Louie observed Pansy. Taking hold of Personne, "Good morning," with a tilt to his head he lead Personne away.

"He looks like a lot more than that 'girls' guardian," Pansy frowned.

"You're daft woman," shaking her off Draco half stumbled half walked up the stairs. Pansy submissively following behind.

Louie lead Personne into the library as shudders ran over her body. "Vacko I…I know them I've seen…"

"Hush love, forget everything," he lovingly ran his fingers across her cheek.

"It hurts," she arched into him as he sat atop a couch pulling her with him.

Her panting became frantic.

"You have to calm down, just breath love, breath," his voice softened as she groaned, sweat breaking out over her skin.

"Why…Vacko…why can't I be free…why?" Her whispers became mumbles as she twisted in his grasp.

"You love the library, don't you darling," he soothed her as any parent would their child.

"Yes, yes books, I always loved books. But Harry and Ron they called me book worm a… they didn't know."

He let her ramble on as the firelight played across her flushed face. The light making her brown gold curls and brown eyes flash like the sun.

"It will be okay Hermione; it'll be fine hush now," humming into her ear he sang her to sleep.

As the dawning sun greeted the new day her brown locks flashed to black as her green eyes fluttered open. "What are we doing in the library Louie?"

He sighed deeply looking over her. "It was nothing Sonne, come you need breakfast."

Knocking on the door.

"Enter," Opening the door Vacko walked into Madras's study.

Madras looked up at the vampire, "Vacko?"

"She had a seizure last night…your grace."

Madras shifted in his seat, "did it last long?"

Vacko reclined in his seat, "not as long as in London…your grace she somehow knows the Malfoy's. Considering they went to Hogwarts I would say they are the cause of the seizure. They must be removed."

Madras ran his fingers over his chin, "That cannot be done. The Malfoy's are here on business. I cannot remove them-"

"Your daughter's health is at risk. They could cause a relapse!"

Madras regarded the bloodied eyes of the angry vampire. "As Personne's father and your sovereign I decide what is at risk. The Malfoy's will be staying. They are not to be bothered Vacko. You may go."

Vacko looked at him in wonder. "What could the Malfoy's possibly offer that you do not already have?"

"You are dismissed Vacko," Madras waited for the vampire to leave his body tense. Relaxing in his chair he once again questioned his decision in having his enemy guard his daughter.

"Honey, Personne love," rolling away from the flutter over her shoulder she snuggled further into the blankets.

"No…"

"Love, today is the day, your father wants to be there with you to welcome the contestants," her mother's soothing voice did not persuade her at all to get up any faster for an ache pounded at the temples of her head.

"Mother can't I miss this year?"

"Personne Campana this is one of the few traditions our family keeps you will get out of bed and welcome the contestants," with a flick of her wand Dea sent Personne's covers flying off her body.

Groaning Personne pulled her self up and tiredly swiped at her eyes. "Mother," she whined.

Dea ignored her as she opened the curtains to the room, "the house elves will be here in a moment, for governess Shredar is Holidaying with her family in Nepals." Turning to her daughter she smiled softly, "I know you don't like house elves serving you darling, but please let it go today."

Falling back onto her bed Personne moaned.

"Are you alright love?" Dea asked in worry, coming to sit beside her child.

"I just have a migraine mother, nothing big."

Dea gently touched her forehead, "I'll send a potion with the house elves." Kissing Personne's cheek Dea quietly left the room.

Personne sat regally at her father's left hand side as her mother, Danza and Potentia sat on her father's right. Sitting on the raised platform she looked over the participants; that years contestants and their guardians.

"Do you do this every year?" Blaise questioned from her left.

Turning, "yes its similar to… your Triwizard tournament which was actually derived from Father's Morn's tournament."

"Morn's tournament?" Draco queried to Blaise's left.

"Yes, you see every year this tournament is held for graduated 7th years from around the world. The remaining witch and wizard will become father's apprentices for the duration of the year until next year's tournament."

"What an honour," Pansy murmured.

Personne continued to explain, "Well to qualify the students have to have recommendations from all their teachers and their headmaster. They must also be excellent at a subject whether it be intellectually inclined or sports.

"The witch and wizard who win not only become father's apprentices they also receive acceptance into basically any job they want with father's blessings of course."

The three looked amazed at not knowing of the tournament.

"Do you know any witch or wizard from Hogwarts who ever won?" Blaise asked curiously.

Personne glanced around the hall to see it still filling and turned to Blaise. "Well one of the first was a… Albus Dumbledore, Peter Jackaby, Tom Riddle…"

The three ex-Slytheryns glanced at each other amazed.

"Oh yes and Harry Potter."

"Potter?" Draco spat.

"Is that a bad thing?" Personne posed.

"Ignore Draco, he's aggressively inclined," Blaise input with a charming smile making Personne sigh.

"Have no girls from Hogwarts ever…" Pansy trailed off disappointed.

"Yes the year Harry Potter won the first girl from Hogwarts won also. This is quite rare for both the apprentices to come from the same school. But sadly after the tournament she never made it to the closing ceremony."

"Oh?" Narcissa surmised.

"Yes it was quite sad she was in a muggle plane accident the night before." Personne explicated.

"Hush Sonne your father is about to speak," Vacko interjected from behind, his tone firm.

The three ex Hogwarts students turned to her with critical eyes. "Her name didn't happen to be Hermione Granger did it?" Pansy implored.

"Hermione Granger…" The name felt strange on Personne's lips. "I…" A face with bright amber eyes, a small nose and curved lips flashed before her eyes. Turning to the waiting threesome she smiled faintly. "Yes I'm quite sure that her name was Hermione Granger."

Sitting back into her seat, Personne felt beads of sweat roll down her neck beneath her curls. The name Hermione Granger sending revolts of tingles through her head.

Madras rose to stand at the podium as the back doors of the Grand Hall were shut signalling that all participants were present.

"As Merlin and Madras Bellator I welcome you," Looking over the crowd of 100, with 50 participants and 50 guardians he inclined his head.

"Those of you who are worthy will have the honour of baring my name and remembering your triumph. For those of you who won't remain your memory will be wiped clean of the events here and of your failure. This tournament has been apart of my family for 270 years encounting.

Give this tournament your all and you may find your path into a world that you have only dreamed of. To the climbing heights of power, fame, riches and prestige. Or to the ever elusive door of immortality. What ever you chose as an apprentice you will have all the keys required to attain your goal. Now my daughter Personne the first apprentice will open Morn's Tournament." Turning to Personne Madras helped her to the podium.

With a kiss on her cheek her father left her standing. She looked out over the crowd her legs shaky. She smiled at all the disbelieving faces as they did the math.

"Yes I am 287 years old." She smiled beautifully as most occupants eyes widened. "Being an apprentice is something you will never forget. And as you can see I don't look a day over 20."

She scanned the crowd her eyes stopping on two figures. One with a shock of red hair and blue eyes the other with a mop of black hair and deep green eyes. Breathing deeply she continued her hands gripping the podium desperately.

"Infinite youth is one of many things you may learn. You may learn to save lives with but a touch of your hands as Saving Serenity Sarah did." Murmurs ran through the hall at the mention of the legendary healer. "Or you may learn the art of holding lives in your hand and crushing them mercilessly as Voldermort or Tom Riddle did." Shudders rippled through the hall.

"Be assured you will be great. I Personne Campana Bellator declare Morn's Tournament to solstice."

All occupants in the hall rose and cheered. Personne quickly faded amongst the crowd as they mingled. Her hands were trembling as they pressed into the wall opening the tunnels.

"Sonne?"

"No," she groaned stumbling through the dark tunnels. Feeling along the walls tears stung her eyes as a ripple of pain shot through her body. Her scream rebounded in the dark sending fear into Vacko's head.

"Sonne, love," hurrying forward he caught her as she fell back. She panted frantically. Her hands desperate as they clung to his shirt.

"Am I dying Louie?" The vampire almost stumbled in shock. "What is happening," she cried out while her body jerked in his arms.

"Sonne just breath." Shaking her head she writhed in his arms. "No I…who…Hermione…Granger…Harry, Ron!" She slumped into his arms for a moment before screaming her body spasming, blood bursting from her mouth.

Vacko shuddered, his eyes intent on the still calm form of his love. In the dark with his heightened senses he could make out her face and hear her breathing.

Pulling her properly into his arms he was glad he had sated his hunger before the opening ceremony as he wiped her blood from his mouth. Walking through the tunnel he pushed the wall aside to enter into her light filled bedroom. Stopping in shock a few paces from the four poster bed he almost dropped her.

"No, it can't be."

Her eyes flew open to show intelligent amber eyes, her wild auburn curls brilliant in the candle light.

Vacko?"

Poeta: Is this a cliff hanger me leaving it here? I'm not quite sure. Please review.