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Chapter 1
There was a pungent smell of antiseptic agent in the air, mingling with the scents of multiple people and their sweat. The excruciating pain that Hermione had been experiencing only seconds ago was gradually dissipating into nothingness as her senses were quickly becoming sharper. The sound of a pin dropping in the corner of the room, the scent of every person and object, the warmth radiating from a body beside her were all clear as day to her newly acquired acute senses.
Hermione laid there, unaware of what to make of all of these feelings, noises, and smells as she had yet to open her eyes. To say she was scared to do so would be an understatement. She was absolutely frightened. What happened, Hermione questioned to herself. Where am I? Suddenly, it hit her with the impact of wave crashing on a shore. She was bitten… by a vampire.
Coming out of her thoughts, Hermione was able to hear whispered voices that were the equivalent to normal speaking in her vampire ears. "When is she going to wake up?" A male, who sounded very much like Harry, voiced in a frustrated tone. "It has already been a week!" A week? Hermione thought, But the transformation into a vampire usually lasts around three to four days.
"I am aware of that, Mr. Potter." A second, more feminine voice stated. "However, there has been only one other case of vampirism in a witch or wizard and it was recorded that said wizard had been in his transition stage for a week. Therefore, if the times do not vary depending on other factors, then Ms. Granger will most likely be waking up soon." Madame Pomphrey, Hermione thought to herself. I must be in the Hospital Wing. To her right, someone sighed, tickling the perfectly placed hairs on her arm. Hermione, who had been contemplating whether she should open her eyes or not, decided on the former and did so, quickly, looking around as her eyes adjusted to the brightness.
Harry, who had been the one to her right, gasped audibly, gaining the attention of Madame Pomphrey, Professor McGonagall, the Weasleys, Kingsley, and Draco Malfoy who were all also in the room. Hermione briskly sat up, which was a blur to the others, and stared back at their gawking forms. She raised an eyebrow. "Are you all alright?" A melodious voice sounded in the echoing room. This voice shocked Hermione as well as everyone else. The voice sounded nothing like Hermione although the words were in fact spoken from her lips. Hermione, who remained to shocked to speak, briskly ran to the mirror of the bathroom that was placed in the infirmary. The reflection that stared back was not Hermione. This girl, no, woman, that stared back had crimson red eyes that held the pain of a war hero. The thin and pale face contained the most perfect of facial features, her entire face completely symmetrical. Her once very skinny and frail looking body had filled out in all of the right places, creating a very distinct hourglass figure. She had grown a few inches, leaving her at a height of 5'7. She was still skinny, but looked so in a healthier way than before. The scars on her face were gone and by lifting her shirt and sleeves, she noticed that all of the others have disappeared as well. However, what surprised her the most was her hair. Her once bushy and frizzy brown hair had loosened into perfectly placed ringlets of chocolate with a few strands adorning light brown and golden streaks. "Holy cricket," Hermione whispered to herself while walking back into the Hospital Wing in a daze. Ron, who had been the first to awaken from his stupor, voiced what was going through everyone's mind at the moment.
"Bloody hell."
At this, everyone began speaking all at once. "Hermione, are you alright? How do you feel?"
"Oh my god! We were so worried!"
"Whoa, you look… whoa."
Hermione, feeling quite overwhelmed, decided to end the chatter. "Who did this to me?" At this, everyone silenced, trying to avoid eye contact. After a few more seconds, Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
Malfoy, who had been standing in the back only observing the entire ordeal, rolled his eyes and came forward. "It was a vampire named Rulf Azor." He explained. "After he bit you we body binded and interrogated him. Don't worry for he is currently in Azkaban. Apparently, he found Dolohov in the woods where we left him and was sent by him to turn you. Why Dolohov wanted to turn you though is beyond me but I have a suspicion that it has to do with what he said before we apparated away."
Hermione furrowed her eyebrows, thinking about the information just given to her. Suddenly, Harry stood to ask the question that was plaguing him. "What do you mean he was in the woods 'where you left him'?" He inquired, placing air quotes around Malfoy's words. "Also, what did he say before you both apparated?"
"Well, while we were fighting, Dolohov took my wand and apparated us to the Forbidden Forest where he," At this part, Hermione paused, not wanting to continue the story. However, the reassuring look given to her by Malfoy led her to continue. "He wanted to do… things to me before killing me." Hermione looked around the room after saying this, gauging everyone's reactions. The faces of everyone in the room were livid. Even Draco Malfoy had a look of disgust etched in his features. However, they made no move to interrupt so Hermione continued her tale. "However, Malfoy was able to save me and we both were about to apparate when Dolohov said that I would pay for this. So now I am here as a vampire, turned by one who was working for the death eater who is out for my head. How wonderful."
"Wait, wait, wait. You mean to tell me that the ferret was the one to save you?" Ron inquired incredulously.
"Yes, Ronald," Hermione spat, causing Ron to flinch at the use of his full name, "he did save me." It was then that the full meaning of her words hit her. Draco Malfoy, the most pompous git of all pompous gits, was the one to save her. Even though their ridiculing and bullying of each other has faded over the past year, allowing them to be somewhat civil with one another, his actions still shocked her. Hermione turned to Malfoy. "Why did you save me?" Hermione asked.
"Well I couldn't just leave you in the hands of some grotesque death eater who would most likely feed you the worst death imaginable now, could I? Why would I ever let him get what he wants?" Malfoy sneered while trying to seem nonchalant. However, Hermione was able to see through his cool façade. Those words were his way of saying, I care about you. I don't want you to die. Hermione smiled at this and walked over to Malfoy with the grace of a ballerina and hugged him, shocking everyone in the room.
"Thank you, Draco." Hermione said graciously. She felt his tense form relax in her arms as he chuckled.
"You're welcome." He replied. "Now as surprisingly comfortable your hug may be Granger, if you do not let me go soon, I may have some broken ribs." Hermione gasped and quickly let go of Draco, muttering apologies.
"Oh that's right! You are a vampire!" Madame Pomphrey exclaimed, reprimanding herself for having forgotten all about it. She sat Hermione down on the bed and began doing her regular checkup. After a few minutes of this, Madame Pomphrey paused and looked at Hermione questioningly. "Ms. Granger, are you not thirsty?" Hermione wondered what she was talking about before realization dawned on her. She was a newborn vampire, a newborn who should be ravenous for blood. One who should be tearing through walls of the infirmary, sucking the life from any being with a beating heart. However, she was not. Why wasn't she? Then, she felt it. It was as if a small flame were being held in her throat, dry but bearable. This was hardly what a newborn's thirst should feel like. Every single book Hermione had ever read on vampires had stated that the thirst of a newborn should feel as though a large flame were engulfing their throat. It should feel as though it were consuming the entirety of the vampire. The only way to terminate the feeling would be to feed. This was not right.
Hermione explained her predicament to Madame Pomphrey and the rest of the group who listened curiously. "Well, Ms. Granger." McGonagall said. "I believe this may be your special ability." Hermione raised an eyebrow. "You see, some vampires find that they have a certain ability after they have turned. This may be a characteristic that the vampire had as a human that had been magnified when he or she turned. Seeing as you can control your bloodlust so easily, your power may have been deprived from the self-control you had possessed as a human. Perhaps you can also control the bloodlust of other vampires as well. However, now is not the time to dwell on such things. We must find out what our plan for the future is going to be."
"You are right, Minerva." Kingsley stated. "Hermione, I am going to suggest something that may not be in your favor but I do believe that this will be for the best." Hermione nodded in response, wondering what he might suggest. "I think you should move to the States for a while." At this, there were shouts of protest coming from all over but the arguing quickly ended as Kingsley raised his hand for silence. "Let me explain. Hermione, since you are now a war hero, you will most likely garner much publicity and every single one of your movements will be scrutinized through the public's eyes. Also, we cannot ignore the fact that vampires are a minority that is highly prejudiced against in the wizarding world, meaning you will gather much negative attention and hate. Along with this, Dolohov is out to get you. Moving to the small town I have in mind would ensure that you have the best chance of staying out of Dolohov's sight which in turn would keep you safe." Hermione contemplated her choices and was quick to realize that what Kingsley had suggested would be the best option.
"Where do you have in mind?" Hermione questioned. Once again, protests were almost instantaneous. Left and right, her friends were begging for her to stay. "As Kingsley said, it is for the best. Now please continue." Hermione urged Shacklebolt as the complaints and begging died down. "Where will I be going?"
"While you were still in transition, I took the liberty of finding the place that would best suit your needs. I concluded on a small town in the States. There is little sunshine and also a large expanse of woods and forest which would provide you some seclusion and allow for hunting." Kingsley explained. "You will be going to Forks, Washington."