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Chapter 7

Fighting and Bidding

Hermione took a deep breath then ran around the next corner in the maze and saw…nothing. Cautiously peering around the next corner, she grew more sure of herself and started walking around each corner with a fear that was growing less and less by every minute. Maybe she would totally miss the Bayatt and make it out of the maze alive.

Just as that comforting thought entered her head, she bumped into a dead end and screamed. A skeleton was leaning against the wall. Well, at least its body was. A little off to the side, its head lay on the sandy ground.

Hermione's breathing grew harsher and harsher. She saw that the skeleton had a sword in its old belt and snatched it. Just as she straightened up a horrible growling sound came from behind her.

Hermione whirled around and screamed.

The monster that stood in front of her was one of the most gruesome things she had seen in the whole 18 years she had been alive. It stood about 8 feet tall with grayish yellowish skin that sagged off its body. It had evil red beady eyes that were glaring at Hermione and its long fangs were hanging over its lips, a long thin line of saliva dripped to the floor. It was huffing and puffing as if it had run a long distance. It stood on two feet, with its long arms hanging down its sides. Its claws were about three inches long and were covered in what looked like dry blood and dirt. Even a bath couldn't have fixed anything about it.

Hermione sucked in a scream that was threatening to explode out of her throat and slowly reached for the sword that she had tucked into her belt.

The Bayatt seemed to have sensed her movement because it reared back and roared loudly before bolting towards her.

Hermione shrieked and jumped to the side as it barreled past, she took off in the opposite direction. She ran and ran and ran. All the ways she kept bumping into the stonewalls and almost falling on the ground. Hermione felt as if she couldn't breath, it seemed as if the air was inside her but she couldn't seem to breath it.

Hermione listened and didn't hear the Bayatt so she rounded a corner and leaned against the wall, catching her breath turning to her side, she gripped the sword tightly in both hands.

Suddenly she was knocked into the wall opposite the one she was leaning on. Her head conked on the wall and instantly the world slipped in and out of focus.

Blinking hard she managed to focus and saw the Bayatt moving towards her. The pain in her head was almost unbearable but she somehow remembered that she had a sword tucked in her belt.

Lifting her hand off the ground, she wrenched the sword out of her belt in one swift movement and sliced the Bayatt in one of its ugly arms. A greenish liquid squirted out of it but it didn't seemed to be hurt.

"Don't you ever die?" Hermione questioned and groaned in pain. She felt as if her whole body was on fire and couldn't move.

The monster tromped over and slit her across the stomach with its dirty fingernails. Hermione saw the blood before she felt the pain. But when she felt the pain, it came in big hot bursts. It felt as if white-hot knives were stabbing her over and over again. She wanted to scream STOP but she couldn't. She was having a hard time making any sound.

Just when Hermione thought it couldn't get any worse, the Bayatt wrapped its long filthy fingers around her neck and held her above the ground.

The air was all escaping from her body. Hermione went limp and started seeing red and yellow spots. The world seemed to be fading into black. Realizing that the Bayatt was choking her she panicked and focused all her strength on grabbing the sword.

The ruby encrusted handle bit into her skin and caused little cuts to appear but she just gritted her teeth together slashed every bit of the monster that she could. This was a very hard thing to do because of how tall it was.

"Don't ever touch me again!" Hermione screamed.

Stabbing the monster in its gut, Hermione watched as it suddenly exploded into a pile of grey intestines and mucus. (A/N: Severely gross, I know, I know. Sorry.)

Collapsing on the ground, covered in guts and blood, Hermione heaved a sigh of relief. And shut her eyes. She was alive. Somehow, she was finding it hard to comprehend that fact.

Feeling someone grabbing her feet and ankle, she jerked her head up and looked round. Two vampires were dragging her to the exit of the maze, which was about ten feet away. She had almost made it out of the whole maze alone. She guessed that since she had defeated the Bayatt was the reason that the vampires had carried her out. They probably would have left her to die in any other situation. She was dragged out to the end of the maze then dropped on the ground.

A vampire swept over to her. He had poofy grey hair and was wearing long crimson colored robes. He also seemed very respected among the vampires because they stepped aside when he walked by.

A vampire shouted from the audience, "Start the bidding Master Collins."

Master Collins flashed his evil yellow eyes at the vampire buts started to speak, "The mudblood, who calls herself Hermione Granger, has survived the Bayatt. All high ranked (A/N: rich) vampires have the consent to bid. If you want to bid, stay. Everyone else get out."

Most of the vampires left. The rest stayed.

"We shall now start the bidding. Who would like to start?" Master Collins questioned.

An ugly vampire with a screwed up face raised his hand, "12 Denari."

"I hear 12 Denari, anyone else?"

Ew! Hermione thought. I don't want to work for him! Someone speak up! Please!

A bunch more vampires bided. The bids kept going up from 12 Denari to 267 Denari. A bunch of vampires had left. This bidding was getting a bit too expensive for them.

"267, I hear 267, do I hear 300?" Master Collins questioned.

"290?"

"280?"

Still no one spoke.

"The lowest I'm going is 280," Master warned.

The ugly vampire stood up, "280," he bellowed.

Hermione turned to look at him. He looked back at her and licked his lips.

Ewwwwwwwwww! Hermione thought! Nonononono! I don't want to be sold to him! Anyone but him! He's either perverted or he wants to eat me!

No one spoke. It seemed as if he had topped everyone's bid.

"350!" someone screamed.

Everyone turned to the back. Harry was standing there with his hand in the air.

"I hear 350! Can anyone top that?"

Hermione looked over at the ugly vampire. It looked as if he was going to bid, but he stayed silent.

It took a long time but finally she heard Master Collins say, "The slave girl has been sold to Harry Potter."

Closing her eyes, she felt herself being dragged off towards her new home.

Yes, I know. Its short and I'm sorry for that, but I promise the next chapter will be longer. And if it isn't, you can all whip me with a wet noodle. The next chapter will be up soon. Stay tuned, and please please review. Bad or good, I'd like to here you suggestions. They help me.