Fan Fiction ❯ Post-Vampiracy Shock ❯ Actions have consequences... ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, etc, belongs to J. K. Rowling. I just wanna write some typical cheesy cliche fanfiction with her characters. ;)

Chapter One: Actions have consequences...

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Pale and glowing.

That’s all she was now. No longer the brilliant witch of yesterday, no longer the best friend of the Harry Potter, the Ronald Weasley..

All she was was pale, bloodless, soulless, and -- nearly -- friendless.

Her face had not the fair glow of health, but rather a luminescent white light-source radiance. Her bright amber, enormous eyes stood out more than they ever had when she was mortal. Surrounded by black lashes, thick and long, they made her look bright and innocent.


But she was not innocent. Not any longer…

All she had left was her wand...and the ever-trusty Hogwarts library. Books would never despair of her, or betray her, or hurt, or --- she shook her head.

She was surprised they let her into the school anymore, much less resume classes as normal.

Well. Almost normal.

She turned to the mirror in front of her.

The Mirror of Erised. Quite legendary --- and she was, of course, a sucker for anything mentioned in more than one reliable book --- but at that moment, she hated it, so very much. It mocked her well, for being an inanimate object and without conscious thought.


She glared at her mortal image in the mirror. It held some resemblance of face and coloring to her visage that presented itself to the room...but the familiar image in the mirror was not what she was now... a foreign monster.


Light pink, blood-drained lips hid small, sharp, pearly white fangs. Fangs, for goodness sake's. Not hideous or long as
she had expected; instead they showed themselves, as she felt them with her tongue, petite and glimmering.


She touched her face absently with a white finger and secretly longed for the texture that had been there before, not the papery-soft smoothness her alabaster skin had of current. A sleek strand of wavy chestnut hair fell across her face, and she wished for the fuzzy bushiness she had once upon a mortal lifetime. Sortof.


She still did not understand why she chose this... this "path". When one had a choice between eternal life and death…which does one choose?


Maybe she had been vain. She had never really been popular with the guys at Hogwarts, save, of course, for her two best friends---but they were friends. Friends. With emphasis on 'were'. She knew of the beauty the vampires were legend for, despite their chilly coldness.


She had known they existed, always, even in her pre-Hogwarts days. For a time when she was younger... she wished she was one. Almost.


…but now that she was no longer flesh and blood, but cold and pale...


What did she want?


Now that she was what she was...she was considered in league with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. A secret, tiny, hidden spot in her soul sparked to life at this thought, and for a split-second, she felt no remorse for it.


But evil would not have its way with her. Would absolutely not, she decided. No matter the darkness of her creature, her immortality.


No matter how many murders she committed.


The honey-hued eyes she loathed so much shifted from her no-longer appearance in the mirror to the corpse as pale as she lying on the ground beside her. A shimmering lock of golden hair fell suddenly over closed eyelids hiding dark grey eyes and she looked away quickly.


She wished she hadn’t.


She sighed, pushing her regrets behind her, and with one last glance at the young man on the floor, turned away from her mortal image. She was about to turn the handle of the door to the outside when she heard a faint moan, barely audible even in the dead silence.


Whirling around to face the room, she gasped softly. The corpse was not a corpse any longer! It couldn’t be.


She thought he was dead...


She watched with eyes widened in horror as the blond figure on the floor stirred and groaned weakly, slowly rising. He shook his head and glanced around on the floor, presumably for his wand. His eyes found her feet, and she saw his eyes narrow. She winced, and hurried to speak as he quickly stood and straightened, glaring, wand raised.


“I…”


He scowled and interrupted her, wand pointed threateningly at her face.


“You tried to kill me.”


She made a small, squeaking noise in the top of her throat and opened her mouth to speak once more.


He stopped her with a thrust of his wand and loud words,


“No- don’t say anything!”


She snapped her mouth shut quickly as he circled her slowly, footsteps careful and smooth, wand arm alert and ready for attack.


“I’m going to leave this place,” he said, glancing about the room with narrowed, glittering eyes, stopping once at the Mirror of Erised and then continuing on, “and you…are going to let me.”


He backed away slowly towards the door, his dark grey, haunting eyes locked with her wary light brown ones all the while.


In a flurry of black and green robes, he disappeared through the door, leaving her alone in the room with one thought.


He hadn't even noticed her immortality.

***

Hermione Granger hurried, horribly late, into the dungeons. She slammed into her desk noisily in a mass of chestnut hair.


You'd think, with what she was, she'd have a bit more grace.


"Miss Granger. Nice of you to finally join us..."


She jumped at the sudden appearance of Professor Snape.


"Sorry, sir, I was...detained."


"Kindly do not be so again. Ten points from Gryffindor."


Hermione sighed, shrugged, and merely began organizing the ingredients for her potion, ignoring the glares of fellow Gryffindors.

Halfway through the potion, she realized she didn't have any lacewings left - she would have to retrieve some from the store-room.


Leaving her potion bubbling and frothing, she meandered about the many cauldrons and headed towards the door of the store-room.


She was surprised by one Draco Malfoy slamming open the door and looking pale and wan and....fanged.


She gasped as his face took on a look of fury as he spotted her and changed direction, pulling her roughly into the room.


Shutting the door behind him, he pointed his wand at it and muttered a spell, and instantly the noise from the classroom subsided. Malfoy whirled and glared at her, shouting,


"What - the hell - did you DO TO ME?!" He jerked his thumb towards his newly glistening fangs and grimaced.


"I..."


"Is that all you can say?! What happened to Potty's brave little Mudblood friend? What would he say, to see you speechless in the face of weakling Malfoy?" He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her violently.


Though the picture was a bit shaky and blurred by painful tears, she observed Malfoy's not-much-changed appearance. His sleek and shiny straight-blond hair was still as well-taken care of as ever, though his pale face was a bit paler than usual, and now he glowed. Of course, the fangs were the most obvious, gleaming, barely hidden behind his pale, sneering lips.


"Stop it! STOP!" She cried, bringing her hands up against his chest. A mighty push, and he stopped shaking her, but didn't let go of his painful grip of her arms.


"You stupid idiot, get your hands off of me! You have no right to attack me like this! GET OFF!"


He tightened his grasp and she winced.


"I do too have the right, Granger, after what you did to me -- with what you turned me into -- a, a...monster!"


She writhed in his arms and spat in his face,
"I didn't TURN you into a monster, Malfoy, you ALREADY WERE ONE!"


He ignored the insult and continued.


"I demand an explanation and I'm not letting go until I get one!"


She exploded in a fit of fury rage, losing control completely.


"I don't HAVE ONE! You're just lucky you're not dead, the way you barged in on me!"


Malfoy scoffed.


"What could a filthy Mudblood like YOU do to me?"


"You know nothing of me, Mal--"


A click was heard, and the door swung open, revealing a shocked Neville. Malfoy released Hermione's arms instantly, leaving behind red finger-shaped bruise marks.

She backed away from him hastily, turned, and sped past Neville, who was standing in the doorway looking agape at the now seething and enraged Malfoy.


***


Hermione hurriedly finished her potion, took a sample, and set it on Snape's desk. Grabbing her satchel, she ran out of the dungeons, heading for the Gryffindor Common Room, crying silently.


A million and one thoughts were flooding her mind, but one dominated her subconscious:


I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to turn him!

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