A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the 30 Days of Music Challenge, prompt: 27. "I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all" ~ Our Last Summer – ABBA

Word count: 531

Warning: Murder, torture, blood

Hermione remembered their last summer together. It had been too bright, always too bright for him if she thought about it. Severus had never been a fan of sunlight, part of the reason there were so many rumors swirling around about him being a vampire. He was, but no one ever actually realized it. She laughed thinking about that, about how it was a joke, about how if one had actually ever tried to prove it, they would have.

He should have still been alive. He'd been immortal after all, well, save for a few things. The night the hunters had arrived at their estate had been the end of everything. The full moon had hung in the sky, casting the whole place in light and shadows. Severus had been on the front porch, drinking his usual goblet of wine. Hermione had been sleeping, she wasn't like him, not yet... Now she'd never would be, he'd been the one she'd promised herself to, the one who had followed him to the edges of the Earth. She'd been his in all but blood exchange at this point. He kept making promises to change her, to turn her into a beautiful creature like himself. It hadn't happened.

She heard the screams, the sound of angry words being yelled. She'd rushed down the stairs, nearly falling, as she ran to the side of the man she loved. She'd been too late. Wooden stake through the heart, the men were still there, she recognized them, the Weasley Clan, a group of hunters who refused to believe people and vampires could live in peace. She'd screamed, holding Severus in her arms as he faded to dust. Wiping her hands on her dress, she rose to her feet, drawing the twin knives she kept on her, she flew at them, attacking them, leaving them lying on the grassy ground bleeding to death.

The last one, the one who had done it, who had put the stake through Severus' heart, Ronald, she kept alive the longest. He was the youngest male of the clan, barely even a man at that. She toyed with him, this was his first kill she discovered. She ran her blades over him, letting the little lines of red crisscross over his flesh. She would let him run, start to run, only to catch up to him and grab him again. Finally he keeled over from blood loss and exhaustion. She let him go then, let him die, kicking his corpse a few times for good measure.

Now she was alone, completely alone, she stood there, the warm summer night air hanging around her a curtain of dampness. Alone, she would never be alone. She debated turning the blades to herself, but no, that would be senseless, not that she was thinking very clearly at this point. No, there would be others, others who refused to leave Severus' kind in peace. She'd take them all on, break them, destroy them. She smiled, wishing she had fangs to gleam in the moonlight, she would never let another vampire die just for existing the way her Severus had, she'd hunt the hunters and make them pay.