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Chapter Four

Sickness

A week had passed since the dream and Hermione was standing outside the Ministry waiting for Harry. There was a pop, not audible to the humans above the raging August wind, and Hermione turned to see Harry wrestling to keep his jacket closed.

She shot him a dazzling smile and, when he blinked, appeared next to him. Harry jumped a little and shook his head. "I still have to get used to that." He sighed, laughing a little. "That's the same thing Hans said when I visited him last week." Hermione joked, gently poking her friend in the side.

Harry laughed. "Let's get in the warm and get duelling." He told her, guiding his Vampire friend into the Ministry with a hand on her lower back. He shivered slightly at the marble of her skin, still not completely used to the lack of warmth she excluded.

"Stupefy!" Hermione cried, her wand pointed right at Harry. He barely ducked it and sent back a stunner of his own. Hermione's Vampire eye sight enabled her to see the spell moving slower than Harry's human eyes would and she neatly side stepped it.

Harry huffed in annoyance. "Trust the Ministry to pair me up with a Vampire!" He called to his duelling partner. Hermione laughed and nodded. "Yes, but you are the Chosen One." She reminded him with a teasing grin. "Oh, shut up." He growled good naturedly. "Make me, Potter." Hermione taunted.

"Silencio." Harry called, trying to catch Hermione off guard. Hermione merely laughed and dodged the on coming spell. "So close, yet so far." She drawled, twirling her wand lazily on the tips of her fingers, her eyes gleaming with challenge.

"Avis, Stupefy, Protego!" Hermione called in rapid succession. Harry was distracted by the stream of yellow canaries circling his head and didn't have time to protect himself properly from the stupefy. But he did have time to send a stunner at Hermione, which harmlessly bounced off her shield.

Harry fell to the floor, limp, as the stunner connected with him. Hermione chuckled and undid the stunner. "Never duel a Vampire, remind me of that." Harry muttered as he stood, rubbing his back.

"You're just disappointed that even though I'm dead, you still can't beat me." Hermione grinned, sticking her tongue out at her oldest friend. "Yeah, yeah. Smarmy Vampire." Harry said, grinning back at the honey haired girl.

Hermione suddenly went rigid and, before Harry could blink, had run off in the opposite direction. Knowing he would never catch up, he balanced his wand on his palm and spun it. "Point me." The wand pointed at the door and Harry ran off. The wand stayed on his palm, guiding him like a compass.

He finally reached his destination and frowned. It was the women's toilets. But Hermione was a Vampire, why did she need the toilet. Shrugging off the feeling something was really wrong, Harry snuck into the room with his wand raised.

Hestia Jones was just redoing her hair after a night shift. She desperately wanted to go home, but the Minister had said she was needed to finish up some extra little errands he had assigned. She had just finished tying it up in a loose bun when the door flew open like it was caught in a breeze and a cubicle door was slammed shut.

Hestia frowned and drew her wand, moving closer to the cubicle. Before she could reach it, the door to the toilets opened again and Harry Potter entered. He blushed at seeing her but moving to the Cubicle. "Hermione? Hermione, what's wrong?" He called, ignoring Hestia entirely.

The sound of retching reached their ears along with the small whimpers of the only Vampire working at the Ministry. "I don't know." Hermione Cullen's voice replied. "Shall I get Edward or Carlisle?" Harry asked, leaning against the door.

There was some more retching before Hermione replied. "No! It will only worry them." She protested. "Besides, it's gone now. See." She added. Harry sighed. "I'll meet you outside then." He called before leaving the Vampire alone.

Hermione wiped her mouth with the toilet paper, not looking at the blood that she knew was her last meal and now residing in the toilet.

She didn't know what was going on, but was determined to find out. Raising her wand, she pointed it at her body and whispered a diagnostic spell.

It began to work its way through her body, starting at her head. It stayed yellow for a bit before turning green and moving down to her throat, where it did the same. It then slid to her chest and a word appeared in the air pronouncing her a Vampire. Already knowing this, Hermione waited as it moved further down.

It stayed on her stomach for a moment before a word floated above it. Hermione stared at in shock. "Impossible."

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