Summary: Hermione is changed into a vampire to stay alive. Madame Promfrey sends her to Forks,Washington where she can learn to feed on animals and live as a newborn. While she is there, she meets a coven of vampires named the Cullens. They accept her into their family where friendship, love, and enemies seem to be sprung. Don't forget about the shapeshifters also.
Rating: T for possible content
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter series nor the Twilight Saga
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Last Time:
Tapping the needle with two fingers, Poppy slowly injected the needle into the young girl's lifeless body. As soon as the contents were out, she tossed the needle and straightened her hospital robes.
It would be a wait to see the old back again.
Madame Pomfrey checked on Hermione every morning, evening, and night. According to her book, Vampires and Other Magical Creatures, everything was going correctly.
Poppy had let Harry and Ron visit the girl when they wished, but when something seemed out of line with Hermione, she would send the pair out and look at her book.
When Harry visited his friend, it was almost once a week. The reason why he wasn't able to visit her often was because Poppy's orders and of his other best friend, Ronald Weasley.
Ever since the venom was injected into Hermione's nearly lifeless body, Ron hadn't been the same. He had become cold and harsh. He had banned Harry from seeing Hermione by casting an anti-vampire charm on him, which sadly worked. The only way for the charm not to work was by slipping a sleeping draught into his pumpkin juice during supper.
Ron would also rarely talk to anyone. When he did however, it mostly consisted of "Sod off" or "It's none of your bloody business." It was like losing Percy to the Ministry, except this time they were losing Ron to anger.
Harry would shake Ron off when possible and just leave him to be. Which now, was one of those times.
The raven hair boy sighed and pushed the Hospital Wing doors open. He was greeted by several patients that were sitting up in their beds looking very well rested.
When he reached Hermione's bed, the curtains were pulled around the hospital wing. Not very sure of what to do, he awkwardly knocked on the curtain.
"Hold on for a minute!" A voice he recognized as Madame Pomfrey's soft voice. He heard a bit of murmuring that sounded a bit like Hermione's voice, but he just shook it off and continued to wait for the healer.
The elderly woman stumbled slightly out of the drawn curtain. "Hello, . Lovely to see you today." Harry watched as a look of nervousness came across her older features.
Raising a brow, Harry asked, "Poppy? Why do you seem so nervous?" Before she could awnser, another voice cut through.
"Harry? I-is that you?" A woman's voice spoke curiously. Harry rose a brow. It couldn't be, could it? Maybe she was moved into another hospital bed. It made sense, right?
In the end, his curiosity got the best of him. Harry cleared his throught and cautiously spoke. "Hermione? Is that you?"
"Harry! It is!" Hermione's voice replied, a smile clear in her voice. Harry reached out to pull the curtain away before Madam Promfrey's hand covered his own.
"Harry, I don't think she's ready for visitors. Wait until tomorrow evening and then you may possibly be able to see her ." Poppy's hand didn't move from the curtain until his hand was safely off.
Releasing a large sigh, she wiped her sweaty palms on her hospital robes. "You may leave, . Just remember, tomorrow evening."
Harry gave a hopeful smile and left the hospital wing. Ron would be upset that Harry had left him to visit Hermione, but he would tell Ronald anyway.
Night dawned upon the Hogwarts castle and the Hospital Wing was calm and quite. Except for the frantic healer and her patient.
Hermione's hand covered her nostrils. There was so much blood. It was somewhat difficult to not run over to a bed and to 'steal' their blood. Hermione couldn't, though. No matter how much her thought itched for a taste of blood. Even just a drop would do her fine.
Hermione wasn't a murderer. She couldn't kill a human like she was. Or used to be.
When she awoke, Poppy was frantic. She had gotten old hospital blood bags and gave them to Hermione. The young girl tried to refuse, saying she rather drink Polyjuice potion instead of an old student's blood. Eventually, Madame Pomfrey convinced her and the blood was taken.
After the blood was taken she demanded to be told what was going on. She was informed about her transformation and who she now was. Hermione wish that she had not needed to be turned into some monster, but apparently it was their only hope.
Hermione looked at the un-drawn four poster bed curtains. She remembered when Harry had tried to visit her earlier. She wished that the Hogwarts healer would've allowed her best friend to visit, but it was for his own good. Hermione was still a newborn and could easily attack.
Hermione sighed and sat up in bed. She asked permission to use a restroom that was attached to the Hospital Wing. In an understanding tone, the healer allowed her to go but gave her a pair of clean clothes that she could change into.
She gave a yawn when she entered the bathrooms. Halfway through the yawn, she Hermione saw herself in the mirror for the first time, she gave a small scream and fell backwards.
This isn't me, Hermione thought while putting her pale hands over her shocked mouth. I-it can't be.
But no matter how much she wanted to deny it, it was true. Hermione's hair that was once a bushy mess, was now in smooth curls that cascaded down her pale shoulders. Also the color of brown was a lighter shade.
Her lips were a soft color of pink. Her eyes were a brighter brown, witch flakes of golden. Hermione turned to her side. Her breasts seemed to increase in it's size, unlike how they were before.
Hermione gave a small groan and switched into the pair of Muggle clothing. It seemed to fit in the right places.
She held her dirty hospital gown under her arm and walked back into the Hospital Wing. Hermione had to suppress a chuckle when she saw Madam Pomfrey trying to talk on the Muggle telephone and write something down at the same time.
By the time she reached her bed, Poppy was off the phone and walking towards her.
" You need to get your things and now." The old healer spoke, glancing down at a piece of paper. "Classes are being held tomorrow and-" Her blue eyes met Hermione's tearful eyes.
"It's because I'm a monster, isn't it? You don't want me to harm the students..." Hermione trailed off, crossing her arms against her chest. "Oh no, no, no!" Poppy said in a soothing tone. "It's because you're still a newborn. You have terrific self control for a new vampire."
"The main reson why you need to leave is because you need to learn how to properly live as a vampire, which you cannot accomplish at Hogwarts."She swallowed and continued.
"A group of vampires live in America and they can help you through, well what you're going through." Poppy finished.
Hermione nodded before asking,"Do you think you could pack for me? I really would like to see Harry and Ron one last time before I head out to America for a while."
Madame Pomfrey would usually would've avoided that request from other students but Hermione hadn't seen her friends in weeks and she was about to leave to go to another country.. Poppy nodded and cocked her head towards the doors. Hermione smiled at her and sped off to the Boy's Dormitory's.
