Okay, so here goes. 1. I lost power due to tropical storm Irene, in America. Though not for long, I was luckier than many people. 2. School started, evil honors classes give me like no time to do anything anymore. 3. Inspiration level is down low but I will continue my stories. :(
P.S. : Dearest EsemmeTresemme 1.) Thank you ever so much for reviewing. 2.) I have recently started re-reading the Harry Potter series again (I haven't touched the first four books since second grade) so things don't add up as much, but Crookshanks has a little secret off his own, did you catch the word enchanted by chance?
But the story shall continue! Please enjoy! ^^
Now who is this different Hermione? Hmmm?
Chapter 4
The Secret Behind The Truth
Hermione, Seven Years Old (Human/Muggle years)
"But Mama! S'il vous plait! I don't want to go!" a seven year old Hermione Granger or so known as of today begged the woman next to her. The woman's pale complexion only complimented her dark ebony curls that surrounded her face.
"But dear-ling you must! Your father, brothers and I only wish for your safety. We don't want to see you get hurt. Would you like me to get your father here?" The woman said worried, they had to hurry otherwise all the planning since last week would be for naught. Then the mother bent down lower to caress her only daughter born into a family of boys.
"Nicolae, please tell her I don't have to leave! I just can't leave you, Mama, Papa, Edvard, Julius, Ian, Christopher, and Hunter!" the distraught brunette child clasped her older brother's hands as he stepped out of the shadows to join his mother and his younger little sister.
"It's true, mon cher. It is much safer if you leave now, besides the Grangers' are lovely people. They will take great care for you in our stead. Everything will be fine, ma petit." Her older brother said tightening his grip on her smaller more delicate hand.
The young girl only burst into tears; if she did leave now then she wouldn't see her family for years. Maybe decades or even centuries.
"Calm down, sweetheart. It will be okay, we shall meet again. You won't always be lonely." Nicolae gathered his younger sister in his twelve year old arms and cuddle her against his stone cold body. Holding her affectionately his showered his sister in many butterfly-like kisses all over her face.
Stopping for a brief second the girl scowled at her elder brother. He was reading her mind yet again. Nicolae gave her a smirk and held her closer to his dead but still beating heart. Finally appeasing the girl he set her down next to his lady mother but continued to hold her hand.
This was going to be hard, on all of them. But weren't goodbyes always this hard?
"Don't forget to write; remember to listen to the Grangers, love." The mother spoke with sadness in her heart to her daughter for the last time. In truth they would eventually see each other in a decade, but time would go by slowly for her daughter.
"I promise, Mama." The girl managed to conjure up a weak smile, her eyes still glistening a silvery-red brown color.
"Promise to wait for me mon cher, remember that we love you, I most of all." Nicolae spoke with a smile; he couldn't part with a sad face. He knew his younger sister the best, though they were born centuries apart. (Literally) Giving her older brother one last warm embrace (even though vampire bodies feel ice cold at times), heartbroken vampires were always the most weakest or the most dangerous…With that the two older vampires abruptly disappeared into the dark night.
The vampiric girl stood up straight and looked forward. This place would be her home for the next few years until she was able to attend Hogwarts. For now she would have to live as a human, a muggle. But it would only be for a little while.
Hermione Jane Granger was welcomed to this world for the first time, but it wouldn't be the last.
Forbidden Forest, Present Time
The wolf howled once more, this for sure was the mate he was hoping for. The ghost would not stand in his path; they were pretty much useful for nothing.
"Let go of me, you mangy mutt!" The young woman screeched taking in what just happened moments ago. This was definitely not a comforting position for her to be in, with her back on the cold unforgiving ground.
The wolf gave her a look and let out a bark that sounded more like a laugh. He obviously thought the current situation quite hilarious. He would pay for that though.
"It's karma, Granger, pure karma. You get what you deserve." The silhouette of a ghost stepped through the trees. Taking the form of none other than Draco Malfoy, he looked onto the scene before him with that trademark smirk.
"Just like you deserve to be castrated, Malfoy. Did you know that it's still possible to perform it on a ghost? I think I happen to know just the right spell…" The brunette young woman forgot about the werewolf atop of her for a moment and turned her fury onto the ghost. Her remark shut the ghost up for a moment, but if one looked at him closely the once white-silvery color seemed to be tinged red.
The wolf seemed to be confused for a moment, why was another man with his mate? Turning defensive he growled at the ghost, not knowing who this other person really was. (How dare another man lay even a finger on HIS girl? He growled again.
Meanwhile the vampiress laughed at his actions. Turning his head he looked down upon her once again. A smirk-ish smile on her delectable lips.
She thought this was amusing? Why was she laughing at him?
What's so funny? He thought this was not time for her humor. He was just simply protecting his mate. The thing was that he knew she could read his thoughts, she was a vampire.
"Nothing, I just thought that it was amusing that my 'mate' was protecting me from my 'ghostly' familiar. There's nothing to worry about Draven or should I say Blaise?" the vampiress spoke aloud and caress the muzzle of the werewolf. She was always fond of creatures and animals alike.
Especially the ones that weren't supposed to even exist.
Draco
What the F? Blaise Zabini, my best mate was a werewolf? How could he not tell me about it? When did this occur?
Yeah we hadn't had a talk with each other for weeks due to the aftermath of the war. Not counting the other night in which I got crazy ass drunk. But still we had told each other everything. Well almost everything, I hadn't exactly gotten around about telling him about Granger. I had a reputation to uphold. They didn't call me 'Sex God' for nothing.
Back to where we were for a moment. Granger or whoever she really was, was yelling at me but it all sounded like 'nag, nag, nag'. All I could focus on was her beauty; she seemed to look even prettier when she was angry. Didn't they always? Who doesn't like an angry pissed off chick? (Besides the obvious.) It just meant angry sex later on…
Then all of a sudden out of nowhere came this sleek midnight black wolf, it was freaking huge too. Almost like those wolves in the muggle thing called 'movies'. Hermione brought me to a couple of them a while back, about some vampire that was sparkly. (It must have been her true self showing.) But back to the wolf, it was a gigantic beast and had these weird violet color eyes for a monster.
Right then I realized that something about it was oddly familiar.
For a vampiress it was surprising that granger wasn't fighting back. Normally this girl was a fighter through and through, a stubborn spitfire, but not right now. I still could feel the bruises from her insults and that one 'expected' punch from our third year together. (Though it may have been an act, it sure didn't feel like one.)
I blended into the shadows as I continued my way into the forest. Feeling the strong tug of my connection to my 'mistress' as Hermione called it. (It was one of the very few things that I could still feel…) Blood familiars were always connected in one way or another to their master/mistress.
It didn't help that I could sense her emotions very easily. She didn't even feel like resisting, it was like she was giving up. Almost as if she wanted to die (even though she is immortal being a vampire and all).
Okay don't get me wrong, I still loved Hermione very much. (See, I even used her first name this time.) It was just the fact that she was going to die in that war. The thought that she would be gone from me, forever, Yet in the end I was prepared to give it up.
But boy was I wrong. Karma is indeed a pain in the ass.
I watched as the wolf snapped at her neck, part of me wanted the wolf to win but another part of my consciousness held concern for her. Then it drew her blood. Even I could sense her vampiric blood flowing into the wolf's mouth as he drank from her and as he pumped his venom into her system.
The bloody wolf was mating with her. But this was no mere wolf; this without a doubt was a werewolf just like our ex-professor, Remus Lupin. Yep, the dead one.
Granger, no, Hermione let out a strangled cry.
"Let go of me, you mangy mutt!" she screeched and started to thump the beast's chest.
I watched as the werewolf gave her a look. If wolves could smile, this one definitely could. It even gave out a huff that almost sounded like a laugh. Though this situation it was in some way kind of funny.
I just had to say something about this.
"It's karma, Granger, pure karma. You get what you deserve." I pointed out, stepping out from the shadows of the night. As an added bonus I threw in one of my famous special Malfoy smirks. (Which no women has yet to resist. That is except for one…) The werewolf didn't even take note of my presence nearby.
I could sense Hermione's anger brewing. Three…two…one…
"Just like you deserve to be castrated, Malfoy. Did you know that it's still possible to perform it on a ghost? I think I happen to know just the right spell…" She urged on, apparently we were still on the last name basis, that know-it-all prat.
OUCH.
Did she give a shit for the last seven years we spent together? Apparently not, I guess that I really was in deep pig shit now.
The atmosphere around us seemed to be so calm for a moment earlier. That I almost forgot about the werewolf. Almost. But not really.
I was going to approach her; she would need more blood after this. Not that I would be able to actually giver her any. But I had a job to do, being her blood 'slave' and all.
A growl made me pause in my tracks, I was still a ghost so I floated really but you get what I mean. The freaking wolf growled at me, a ghost. He even gave me a defensive stance. If only looks could kill. I would have been dead thrice.
Once again the wolf growled. Loudly.
What was his problem anyway?
Hermione only looked up at the wolf and smiled. I could feel the humor emanating off of her. She got something that the rest of us did not completely understand yet.
For a second I swear that I saw her give off her own version of the famous Malfoy smirk. What was so amusing to her?
Apparently the wolf also realized this too. He gave her one of those looks; this definitely was no mere wolf. It just reeked of werewolf here. Then the werewolf nudged at her chest, the once ample chest that at one point belonged to me…
"Nothing," she mused, "I just thought that it was amusing that my 'mate' was protecting me from my 'ghostly' familiar. There's nothing to worry about Draven or should I say Blaise?" She gave another one of those smiles.
Forever the Gryffindor she was, always getting to the point.
Thus leading me to the recent conclusion of where we were in time right now.
Holy shit, what a mess we were in now.
Why? How? When? This made no freaking sense. How did my best mate become such a ghastly creature was beyond my recognition?
Hogwarts Entry Hall, First Year (Before the Sorting Hat)
Two pairs of sinister eyes took in the grand beauty of the castle that would be called their home for the next few years. It was simply amazing. Every first year stood in awe of the magical overall beauty of the Hogwarts.
"What do you think Blaise?" a young Draco Malfoy asked his Italian counterpart, only heir of the house of Malfoy and of exquisite Pureblood breeding.
"Well I think it could use a few touches here and there…" the Italian boy admitted, though the place was stunning it still looked like it could have used a little dusting and scrubbing to get some of the spots of mold completely gone.
"Or a lot." The Malfoy stated back with the signature smirk. It was true. Nothing could be up to Pureblood standings or at least for their families.
"Oh shut up, this place is perfect. There is absolutely no way to change perfection." A beautiful but annoying voice said in a hiss behind them both out of nowhere causing both boys to jump at least a foot. There was a giggle after that, whoever had just talked to them was laughing at their reactions to her voice.
Nudging Draco with his elbow Blaise turned around. There before them both was the goddess of beauty from earlier. Her long curls cascaded in a water fall all around her small heart-shaped face; those humongous brown eyes looked royally pissed.
The hearts of both boys were now suddenly beating ferociously; Draco swore he could tell that Blaise forgot how to speak English for a moment.
She stood there staring at the two them for what seemed like hours, they had brains didn't they. Why didn't they answer? Boys were stupid.
"Idiots." The girl murmured still pissed at them, before either boy could defend their huge egos she disappeared into the crowd. With that kind of attitude she just had to be a Slytherin.
They would have to catch her later.
"Is that Harry Potter?" "That's the Boy-who-Lived?" "I can't believe that it's actually Harry Potter!" Voices murmured throughout the first years, each of then spoke the gossip that Harry Potter really existed.
This was it, Draco thought, he would do it or else. Turning to face the person next to him he decided to make the proper introductions. Only to realize that his best mate had somehow disappeared on him, what the hell?
Sighing deeply Draco grabbed the two buffoons nearby, he would need a little reinforcement for this one.
I lost an alerter. :( That makes me sad. Help me! Give me a review or an idea at least something please!
Thansk for reading.
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