The next morning, before she was needed in work, Hermione popped over to Merlotte's to speak to Sam. Knocking on his trailer door, the witch waited for him to get up. When he finally did, the teen laughed at what he was wearing, "Puppy boxers Sam?"

"Hey, I don't comment on your pyjamas," Sam hastily pulled on a bathrobe, "So what are you waking me up this fucking early for Hermione?"

"I just wanted to discuss my taking 3 nights a week off of my roster, and also inform you that there may be times when I can't come in. I've taken on another job."

Waving the brunette in, Sam made them both a coffee, "I suppose that this new job has to do with your venture into Fangtasia last night? What do they want from you?"

"I learnt of a thief in their employ and informed the owner about it. After cleaning up a mess magically, Pam, another vampire, realised that I was a witch. So Eric offered me a fulltime position, but I explained that I already had a job and negotiated it down to 3 nights a week plus day time things should the need arise," Hermione took another mouthful of coffee, "By the way, Sookie had a brilliant time with Bill."

"That's great. As for your changes, that's fine, you do such a great job that it really would be a loss if I was to fight this and you quit. Hell, you're better than Arlene and she's been with me longer than Sookie has. So what would you actually be doing for them?"

Hermione shrugged, "No idea but most likely things like check to see if there's anyone breaking the law, and handling everything that needs doing through the day. I pray for boring things, I've had enough excitement for a while."

Sam nodded but then groaned when the teen went green, "Shit, outside."

The witch had barely leant over the railing when her stomach came back up, Sam holding her hair out of the line of fire. It continued until there was nothing but dry heaves happening. Taking the offered glass of water, Hermione rinsed and spat to get the taste out of there, "Bloody morning sickness. I've been without it for a while now. Thanks for saving my hair Sam."

"No problem, you going to be okay to work?"

"Oh yeah, I'll be there for the lunch rush with bells on, which could help clear a path should that happen again," embracing the shapeshifter, Hermione stepped back, "See you at lunch."

Sam waved as the witch apparated away before going back inside for a few more hours sleep.

Hermione appeared in the hallway of Longshadow's house, shuddering at the evil senses she was getting from the place. Wanting to get her task over with quickly, the witch found the sleeping area of the deceased vampire, and then the safe buried under the ground. Once it was open, she removed the bag she had created that morning, putting every last note inside, and then returning it to her pocket. With that task done, the witch apparated back home to have a long shower.

Later that day, just as the sun was dipping below the horizon, the teen apparated straight into Eric's office, interrupting him as he fed off of a thin bleach blonde, "Oops, sorry about that."

Eric calmly sealed the wound, glamour the girl and sent her on her way, "Not a problem, I should have expected you to simply arrive like this. Did you visit Longshadow's?"

"Yes," Hermione placed the bag on the desk, "It's all in there, don't worry, the bag can hold much more than it looks able to."

The vampire emptied the bag onto his desk, counting it all quickly, "You did very well in this task. You have spoken with your boss?"

"Sam's fine with the lost shifts, doesn't want to lose me apparently," Hermione relaxed in her seat, "So what will I actually be doing here?"

"Fact finding, security, anything else that pops up"

"Finding what facts and securing who?"

Eric grinned, "Facts about anything relevant to vampires, particularly one named Godric. As for security, that for me, Pam, and this club. While we can aptly protect ourselves, there are things out of our control that we are unable to protect against, that is where you come in. Got it?"

Hermione nodded, standing to show her outfit of a black denim mini, checked shirt, and cowgirl boots, "Best get started then, hey?"

Entering the club, Hermione saw that Pam was working the bar herself now. About to simply head onto the floor, she felt a hand lightly take her elbow, leading her towards the throne. Eric sat down, "You can get a better look up here. Feel privileged, only Pam was ever allowed up here before."

"Thank you for the offer, but I'd rather help Pam out behind the bar. I can get a close look into people's eyes that way, see what's on their minds. If you don't mind of course."

"Go ahead, I'm certain Pam would enjoy another person back there," Eric laughed as his childe threw him an evil glare, "Until I can replace Longshadow, she is stuck there and truly hates it."

"That is no way for a maker to treat their childe," Hermione chastised the vampire lightly before going to help the blonde woman, "Need a hand Pam?"

Taking the thankful look as a yes, the witch dove right in, literally and figuratively. While taking orders, Hermione would do a very basic sweep of the customer's minds before getting to work, doing the same when handing them their drinks. After a few hours of this, and certain she had served nearly all of the customers, Hermione handed the job back over to her fellow worker, and went back to stand beside Eric.

"Did you find anything?"

"Well I learnt that too many people are interested in fucking me," the witch shuddered, "But other than that, there are no threats to either of you and no mention of a person named Godric. I'll keep at it in a bit."

Eric looked over the witch and had to admit that having sex with her had been on his mind, "Make sure to dig deep about Godric, anything will be of use."

Sitting on the platform, her legs stretched in front of her, Hermione asked, "Who is this Godric?"

"My maker, he has been missing for weeks now and no one can find him. I know he is not dead, I would have felt it, but he must be found."

"Alright, I'll keep looking," feeling her stomach curdle again, the teen leapt up and raced off, going outside into the alley to puke, "Fuck."

"You are ill?" Eric asked from behind her, having followed her.

Hermione shook her head, "Nope, not ill, 6 weeks pregnant."

A look of compassion came over Eric's face, "You should lie down on my couch. I'll have Pam bring you in a drink."

Taking the offered arm for support, her legs not working perfectly at the moment, Hermione allowed herself to be led into the office, "Thank you Mr Northman."

"It's Eric," he passed the witch a pillow before leaving.

A minute later, Pam was in front of her, a glass of ginger ale in her hands, "Eric said you needed this."

Taking the glass, Hermione gratefully took a few sips of the liquid, "Thanks."

Pam settled herself into the office chair, moving it to sit beside the couch, "So where's the father?"

"He died. This one was conceived just hours before he died and is the reason I left England," the teen rested her head on the pillow, "You're from London? I can hear the accent still."

"Yes, originally, but Eric and I left the UK 30 years after I was changed and came straight to America."

"When did Eric created you?"

Pam smiled fondly, "It was 1905 and I was 33 year old party girl, even in those days. Drove my parents crazy with breaking off engagements and the boys' hearts with a shake of my head. Then I met Eric and he offered me an eternal life of night, and it was just too damn good to resist."

Hermione laughed, "Sounds like you have enjoyed yourself over the years."

"Definitely, no matter where we've gone, I've enjoyed myself and the local talent," the vampire winked suggestively, "The States have got many more freaks than they do in London; I visited just after we became world news. Many more Fangbangers here."

"I don't know, there were a couple hundred flocking the Fangs and Claws bar in Knockturn Alley when I last went down that way," seeing the odd look, Hermione gave a more detailed explanation, "The Fangs and Claws bar is a vampire, werewolf, and shapeshifter bar where all enmity is put aside to party with each other and humans. Was opened about, umm, 300 years ago give or take."

Pam scowled, "I never found that place, where is this Knockturn Alley?"

"In the largest magical shopping area in Britain, only accessible to those who are magical or have a magical person accompanying them."

"Damn, all those wasted days without a Fangbanger. Oh well," the blonde looked at the witch and said, "You're a very interesting human Hermione Potter."

That made the pregnant female laugh, "I've been told."

"We must make sure to keep you around"