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Warnings: Violence , Gore and Lemons(Much Later)

Chapter 13

"What's wrong with her?" Harry asked as he tried to calm Hermione down. Her breathing was laboured, and she seemed to be gulping rapidly. Perenelle got a good look at Hermione's form, and immediately recognized the symptoms.

"Harry she needs blood immediately." Perenelle said calmly. Hermione was in no danger after all, being a newly turned vampire; she just couldn't repress the hunger. She idly wondered if she should tell them about the changes that they would undergo. At first, she had thought that it would be amusing o see them discover their abilities on their own, but after this she wasn't so sure. She would need to have a talk with them as soon as possible. She couldn't let her excitement ruin their lives.

While she was thinking, Harry had bitten his wrist and held his bleeding arm towards Hermione's lips. She immediately latched on to the source of nourishment, and she stilled. As harry saw that she was beginning to open her eyes, he took away his hand and lifted her upright, sitting behind her, cradling her head in his shoulder, he waited patiently for her to fully regain her senses.

"H-Harry?" Hermione asked. She had been hit with the hunger like a freight train, approximately 10 minutes ago, and she had been losing her mind. Her instincts wanted her o find the nearest source of blood and drain it dry, but she had been fighting to keep that in check, she couldn't live with the knowledge that she was being controlled by her instincts. Thinking back on it, she found it odd that she didn't think about the person that she might have attacked.

"Shh~ Hermione, I'm sorry for taking so long. I was so excited by my day that I forgot that you didn't have your drink yesterday. From now on you are going to drink every day, even if you feel full." Harry said softly. Having said that, he gently grabbed the back of her head and guided it towards his neck firmly.

Hermione took a deep breath and was immediately assaulted by Harry's unique scent, and she could practically hear the blood rushing through his veins, letting go of the hold that she had on herself, she bit him gently, and slowly suckled his blood, succeeding in holding in her moan.

Harry himself barely felt the tiny prick on his neck; he held back his blush at Hermione's actions. She was basically sucking his neck, and being a hormonal teenager, he was hard pressed to guide his mind away from the gutter. After Hermione had her fill, she immediately hugged him and whispered her thanks softly in his ear.

Harry got up, and smiled sheepishly at Perenelle's amused expression. Perenelle was sure that had the two of them not been together they would have been far worse off. She pulled up a chair in front of the two teens and started on her explanation.

"It seems that I was negligent in informing you of the changes that you have undergone. Please hold on to your questions until I have finished my explanation." Perenelle said.

Harry and Hermione nodded silently.

"First of all, you should have noticed the physical changes. Vampires are immortal to time, they can be killed, but they cannot die of old age. Your strength, speed, and senses will be much greater than a Wizard's, however you will need to work hard to acquire the strength and speed. Right now, you are only slightly better than a Wizard. I will be instructing you in the exercises that you will be performing to increase them, this summer. Vampires are strongest in the cover of night, but seeing as you have retained you Magic and Soul, you will be as strong as a Vampire of your experience throughout the day and slightly better at night. You can be considered what is known as a Daywalker in Vampire clans, but since only the strongest of Vampires ever are capable of it, you are currently outmatched against a natural Daywalker. With me so far?" Perenelle asked.

The two wide-eyed teens nodded.

"Continuing on to your Magic. As you might have noticed, your core has been slightly expanded, and your core will begin to settle down after the transformation, within a couple of weeks. This is usually associated with a change in the colour of your magic core." Perenelle said.

Harry didn't have a clue what it was that Perenelle was talking about, but seeing Hermione nodding her head along, he nodded as well, making a mental note to ask Hermione about it after they were done for the day.

"Your Magical pathways are wider than a Wizard's, but since there are Rituals that produce the same effect, it is not much of an advantage for you until you undergo the Ritual yourself. Your body is also more resistant to pain, and takes lesser physical damage, but this effect is not transferred over to any Magic that is performed upon you. You will heal faster, and if you have ample supply of blood, it is almost to the point of regeneration, just remember that you cannot regenerate lost limbs, and so I would advise you take care of yourself." Perenelle said, releasing a huge breath after her explanation.

"The most important part for a vampire is Blood. As I have told you, you need to drink blood regularly, for the next few weeks and then you can reduce the frequency. I myself require drinking only once a month, which is as far as you, can go without Blood. I think that it would take you a couple of months to stave off your hunger for that long. You don't need sleep, but I would advice that you don't push your limits and allow yourself some rest. That is all that you need to know at this moment, there are some other things, but I think that it can wait for the time being." Perenelle said. She hadn't informed them of their Aura, but she knew that they were a little too young for her sensibilities to inform them of the sex lives of Vampires. Judging by the closeness of the two of them, she was sure that it wouldn't be a problem for now. There was also the matter of interacting with other Magical Creatures, but seeing Harry today, she doubted that it would be a problem.

Seeing that Perenelle wasn't going to continue, Hermione asked her question.

"But both Harry and I need blood, won't this create an unending cycle of thirst?" Hermione asked. Really, she was the mentor to Dumbledore, how couldn't she see that.

"I thought that you would be smart enough to ask the house-elves for some blood, the kitchens of Hogwarts are sure to have an ample supply of blood, albeit it would be the blood of animals." Perenelle said. She didn't think that they would agree, as she herself found the idea demeaning. She couldn't imagine herself sinking her fangs into any animal and drinking their blood.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other; both of them crinkling their nose at the thought of drinking the blood of animals, and Harry voiced the thought that was going through both their heads.

"Isn't there another way? I am not inclined to enjoy animal blood." Harry said.

Perenelle hmmed in thought, and then replied, pointing at Harry. "Well is suppose that it's a valid thought, but remember that you might need to fall back on that in the future. But, you can always ask another person to donate their blood to you; I highly doubt that the females would mind." Looking at Hermione's flushed face, she smiled inwardly, knowing that she knew exactly what she was talking about. She would have asked the same thing that she had proposed to Harry of Hermione, but she had a feeling that she would refuse outright.

Harry had a confused expression on his face, and beside him, Hermione was blushing brilliantly. She thought about the single time that Harry had drunk her blood, and her heart skipped a beat. She imagined, another girl in that same position, and immediately her stomach tightened, her arousal rising. She shook her head. 'What the hell was that?'

Harry thought about that, while the idea was appealing, there was the slight matter that he intended to keep his Vampirism a secret, at least until he graduated. Asking some girl for her blood would be a sure fire way to be labelled as a nut case inside Hogwarts. There was also the slight matter that the only female that he would consider asking that question to was in the same predicament as him. He didn't even want to think about drinking the blood of boys; that would be just plain creepy. And what did she mean that she doubted that they would mind, Hermione could barely walk straight after he had imbibed her blood!

"That might be possible, but we wanted to keep our Vampirism a secret. After last year, there has been an increasing in the amount of interest of the Daily Prophet towards me. If they were to know about this, I would be labelled as a Dark Creature, and I might be expelled. I don't want that. My parents expected me to finish my schooling and I don't intent to disappoint them." Harry said firmly.

Perenelle smiled inwardly. She was a very good judge of character, and seeing Harry she was sure that he would be the right choice for what she had in mind, but she would wait for a little while until she was sure and then offer her help. The High Elves that she was harbouring at her house were getting impatient at not finding a worthy person to bond themselves to, and if Harry came through, both of their problems would be sorted. It was sheer coincidence that most of the unbonded Elves were females.

Hermione snapped her fingers as she thought of an idea. "What about Blood-banks? It should be possible for us to acquire some blood from there." That would solve their problems admirably, she thought excitedly. Although it might be difficult to follow through with that idea, they couldn't simply go up to the desk and ask for a pack of blood.

Perenelle shook her head immediately. "That is not an option; Vampires need to drink blood directly from the source, either animal of otherwise. And considering that you are a Vampire with their magic intact, you will find that the Blood of Wizards and Witches or any other magical creature is much more appealing than that of a Muggle or a Squib. If you were to drink blood that was already extracted, unless it was immediately drunk, it would lose its magic present. Also you will find that if you drink the blood of a Wizard more powerful than yourself, it will replenish you reserves and over time it will even increase your own slightly." Perenelle said looking at Hermione and then pointedly over to Harry.

Hermione deflated slightly as her idea was shot down, but she was amazed at what she was insinuating.

"I think that I have a solution for your situation, but it will be a while before it is sorted out, I will have an answer for you by the time your Manor is finished Harry. In the mean time, I think that it would be best if Hermione would take blood from me and Harry can take it from you. But you need to be sure to drink every day, what happened to Hermione today isn't healthy." Perenelle said, looking at Hermione.

"I don't mind." Hermione answered immediately, she would miss drinking from Harry, but it was loads better than Harry drinking from Perenelle and Hermione from him, she thought with a faint blush.

"Well, now that that is over with, I will leave you two to talk, make sure that you are finished with it in an hour. We need to go to Hogwarts." Perenelle said as she stood up. She had started walking towards the door, when she seemed to remember something and turned back towards the teens.

"Ah, I almost forgot, hand me your wands for a moment." Perenelle said, holing out her hand.

Harry shrugged, and handed her his wand. He saw Hermione starting to open her mouth at seeing his old newly improved wand, and gestured towards her indicating that he would tell her later. Perenelle tapped his wand with her own and a blue misty smoke evaporated form his wand. She repeated the same process for Hermione as well.

"I have removed the trace from your wand, the Ministry will no longer be able to detect if you cast magic during the summers. But, you have to promise me that you won't take undue advantage of this, and won't cast magic in front of Muggles unaware of magic." Perenelle said sternly. Receiving two enthusiastic nods from widely grinning teenagers, she smiled as she left the room.

As soon as she had left, Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and hoisted her up on her feet and practically dragged her towards the Target Range, eager to test his wand out. He started telling Hermione about his day on the way there, and Hermione smiled softly, listening to his recount of the day.

(Break)

Daphne's Flashback

Daphne quickly took out her wand, and pointed it towards the door, the Stunning spell on her lips, ready to burst forth at the slightest hint of danger. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew who was responsible for this, but she still held on to her last vestiges of childhood hope that what she suspected wasn't true. Her hopes were shattered mercilessly, when she saw her father enter the room, a murderous expression on his face, his wand tip pointing directly at her. He entered the room, and barrelled directly towards her, a scroll clutched tightly in his hands.

As her father was coming towards her, she saw her mother come in as well, and hope blossomed in her heart that maybe, her mother was here to help her. She was shocked and betrayed when she saw her mother, take out her wand and fix the battered door.

"Daphne, I will not allow you to bring shame upon the Greengrass Family, you will be signing the Marriage Contract one way or another." Arthur said, his teeth clenched in rage. He turned towards Thelma and nodded his head. Daphne's fear increased as she saw her mother point her wand towards her and she decided that she would need to do what was necessary to save herself. She would think about the consequences later. She was just about to point her wand towards her heart, before she was shocked at the word that escaped her mother's mouth.

"Imperio"

Her mind froze, shocked at the possibility that her own mother would do this to her, sign her life away to another man, just for political and financial gain. As the pale grey light of the Imperius Curse came towards her, she panicked before a sense of calm enveloped her. She felt as if she was floating, all her worries and problems flowing away from her. Then she heard a soft, enticing voice of her mother penetrate her empty brain.

"Sign the contract . . . Sign the contract and everything will be alright . . . sign the contract."

Daphne was vaguely aware that she was shifting her body, moving towards her father who was at the desk, the scroll opened to reveal the contract. A quill was pushed into her hands as she sat down. She mechanically dipped the quill in the ink bottle, jerking it slightly to shake off the excess ink, just as the tip of the quill was about to touch the parchment, another voice, that sounded much like her own, echoed in her mind.

"NO! DON'T DO IT!"

She winced slightly at the loudness of the voice, and her hand stopped in its position.

"Sign the contract, now!"

The enticing voice was back. But she still had her doubts; her had jerked slightly, but didn't move.

"Yes, fight it. You know about this, willpower is the key, FIGHT IT!" The voice, that she was now sure was her own, sounded inside her brain, cleansing it of the fog that permeated her mind, slowly bringing awareness back to her.

"SIGN THE CONTRACT!" The voice wasn't so enticing now, it was more annoying really. She struggled.

"What's taking so long?" Arthur asked his wife. He saw that she had obeyed perfectly at first, but was stilling in her actions now. Almost as if she was fighting the curse. He cast-off the ridiculous thought. His wife didn't reply, but he noticed the increase in the amount of magic that she was pouring into the spell.

Thelma was concentrating on making her daughter obey her wishes, but she was resisting. She was distracted when the door opened and her second daughter walked in, it would be all the lapse that Daphne needed to shake off the Imperius.

"Mom? Dad? Is everything alright, I heard a crash." Astoria said a worried expression on her face. She loved her sister dearly, maybe more than her parents, and was aware that her parents didn't get along nicely with her. She had heard the loud crash and had immediately come to investigate.

Distracted by the sudden appearance of their daughter, Arthur and Thelma turned towards her and missed the movement that Daphne made. What Arthur heard next, filled him with white hot fury.

"I, Daphne Evangeline Greengrass, do hereby relinquish my relation to Greengrass family, nullifying all responsibilities and inheritances, so I have said, so mote it be."

There was a brilliant flash of magic, and Daphne was enveloped in a cocoon of light.

As soon as Daphne finished, she grabbed her wand and grabbed her broom from where she kept it hidden under her bed, and flew out the window.

End Flashback

Daphne had flown low, intending to avoid making herself an easy target, and had flown directly into the woods. She had dismounted, and ran a bit further away from her house, until she was sure that she wouldn't be found out anytime soon.

She considered her options. She would need to stay low for a while, and going to any of her Pureblood friends for help was out of the question, not that she had many or trusted any of them. She needed to borrow some money, and think about what she could do with her life now. There was only one friend that came to mind, she just hoped that she was able to help. Shaking off her depression, she mounted her broom and flew away in the evening light.

(Break)

"Petrificus Totalus" Hermione said firmly, pointing her wand down the range, her wand emitting a pale blue light and the dummy seemed to freeze for a moment. She read the numbers that were displayed on the screen.

"66/58/::" were the numbers displayed.

Hermione huffed, no matter how much she concentrated; she just couldn't get her power up more than 66. She looked over to Harry, who was watching her in amusement. She stepped back from the range and watched as Harry cast the same spell.

"Petrificus Totalus" Harry said. The thread of magic that erupted from his wand was noticeably brighter and faster than Hermione's spell.

"73/67/::"

Hermione knew that Harry was much more powerful than her, and was capable of better results. Remembering that he had only recently started feeling his magic, she walked up to him and asked him to pour more of his magic into the spell. She backed away when she had finished her explanation.

Harry concentrated on his magic, and pulling up a much larger quantity of it than the amount he had used for the last one, he again cast the spell. The thread of magic was much more bright and fast, but the numbers that were displayed were confusing.

"0/0/::"

"Huh? What happened?" Harry asked as he turned around. He had theorized that it would yield better results that last time.

"I'm not sure . . . ." Hermione started.

"It's simple. You are not capable of casting magic with that amount of power right now." Perenelle said, as she came forward from the position she was in for the past minute, observing her Apprentice.

"But what does the zero mean?" Hermione asked curiously, after she had calmed down from the seemingly sudden appearance of Perenelle.

"The spell that you cast was wrong, it didn't work." Perenelle said. "You both have felt a sudden increase in magic, but you are not capable of using it efficiently. Things like this take time, now come on, we have to leave for Hogwarts." Perenelle said, holding out a sock.

Harry groaned on seeing the sock. 'I really hate this dratted thing.' Harry thought as he felt a pulling sensation on his navel.

(End Chapter)