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The Vault by EternalStarDust

Format: Short story
Chapters: 10
Word Count: 14,627
Status: Abandoned

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: General, Horror/Dark, Angst
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lupin, Narcissa, Voldemort, Draco, Ginny, OC
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Hermione/OC

First Published: 01/12/2006
Last Chapter: 01/18/2007
Last Updated: 01/18/2007


Banner by KawaiiAce2003! The war is over, and Hermione is writing as a prisioner from a vault inside of Gringotts. What has happened to the wizarding world, and who now controls it? It is all a game of power and cunning to stay alive. Will Hogwarts' brightest be able to out-wit the New Order, or will the Snake of Slytherin prove that he is the most cunning?

Chapter 4: Chapter 3~ All Your Fault

*Sorry for the long wait*

Chapter 3~ All Your Fault

Winter Day 23

The back of my neck is still sore, and now the back of my shirt is stiff from the blood that has dried. I thought about Hogwarts today. Sometimes thoughts like that drift in and out, when I’m not sure if I’m sleeping. I dreamt about going to the Quidditch games to see Harry and Ron fly. I dreamt about seeing Hagrid, I wonder what has happened to him. Dreaming of these things no longer makes me sad. They’re just thoughts, just memories that no longer seem real. It is as if all I that dream is only just that, a dream. They are no more tangible than light or love, two things which are lacking horribly. One day I will look back and this will all seem as a dream as well. That is what I wish, with all that I am, that I may wake up one day and this will have all been a dream.

* * * * * *
“Mother?” Draco called out hesitantly as he gently pushed out the vault door. Raising his hand he let the light it held flood the tiny room. Small clumps of bodies stirred around in the corners and shrank back at the sight of the tall, pale, man at the door. “Who can tell me where Narcissa Malfoy is?” No one spoke. “Tell me now, or yours shall be the blood I drink tonight.” One thin, bony hand pointed to the corner behind the door. Draco swung the door aside, and stared at the body it revealed. He could make out the blonde hair by the light but nothing else. He knelt down beside her and gently turned woman so her face was up. Reaching out a cold hand, he felt her face. There was no human warmth left within her, and the marks around her neck made his grief concrete. After one last look he fled from the vault and to the halls where the Vampires resided.

* * * * * *


“What’s wrong little wizard, didn’t get all you wanted?” Vee sneered.

“Shut the hell up!” Malfoy shouted raising his head from the stone wall. “Why didn’t you tell me she was here? You knew who all was in that vault!”

“You never asked.” Vee said simply.

“To hell with that! She was my mother!” Draco found he no longer felt grieved, just extremely pissed off.

“It had to happen eventually. After all you are immortal now. We all have to lose people; it’s time you got used to it.” Vee’s voice turned suddenly cold as she turned and began to exit from the room.

“Who did you lose?” Draco almost whispered at her retreating form.

“My brother and fiancé. Never complain to me that it hurts to lose someone. I don’t care about your pain. No one else does either. The only way you will succeed here is to not feel. I would learn how if I were you.” She turned and left, once more burying her pain in a place that no one would find it.

“Damn it, Mother. Why?”

* * * * * *

“Hermione! Psst, Hermione!”

“What? Who’s there? Where are you?” Hermione called hesitantly out into the darkness; they did not allow any light in the vaults at night.

“The door. Come to the door.”

“Professor Lupin?” Hermione finally recognized the voice as she felt her way to the door by sliding her hands across the walls. When rough stone changed to smooth metal, Hermione spoke again. “I’m here. But how can I hear you?”

“I put a temporary spell on the door. I wasn’t able to obtain a key. Are you alright?” His voice sounded strained.

“As well as can be, considering the circumstances. And you?”

“Well enough. They don’t trust me completely still. That’s why I had to wait this long to come find you. They were keeping close tabs on me.”


“I’ve brought you news of Harry and Ron.”

“Are they alright? Malfoy said they were alive, but I didn’t-”

“Malfoy, as in Draco Malfoy?”

“Yes, they’ve made him a vampire, but Harry and Ron?”

“Oh, yes. They’re in the same situation as you I’m afraid. They were brought in together, just after you.”

“Professor? What’s going to happen to us? Why even keep us alive?”

“Oh, Hermione. I don’t know. The New Order is still trying to stabilize power. The muggle world is a mess, massive catastrophes happening for no reason; the religious community thinks it’s the apocalypse. The Order gets new recruits everyday, powerful wizards that don’t want to die, and then they murder hundreds daily as well, those that refused to submit.”

“But, I didn’t submit, I flat-out told them I wasn’t going to become a vampire. So why keep me alive?”

“To keep Harry alive, I believe. They don’t want to risk a suicide, I think. They aren’t sure, but they think he might possess a power that can be of great aid to them. The one woman, Vee, I believe. She can sense power and told Vance not to kill Harry. She hasn’t been advocating for your life though, which in curious. She has been most against it, actually, but no one knows why, not even Vance.”

“Professor, will we ever get out of here?”

“Of course- wait someone’s coming. I’ll be back, Hermione, don’t loose hope.” Then he was gone. A minute later the large metal door to the vault banged open, and Hermione who had just moved back to her corner winced at the thought of what that much metal would have done to her head. For a moment she could not see, the darkness from the tunnels of Gringotts spilled into her vault, and she could only feel that someone had entered. The person stumbled in the vault and reached out blindly and grabbed the hem of Hermione’s robe. She moved to scoot away, but the person’s other hand reached out and found her shoulder.

“Trying to run from me, Granger?”

“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Hermione squeaked, her voice quavering.

“It was your fault, you bitch. Your fault, and now she’s dead.”

“Who’s dead? What’s going on?” Adrenaline coursed through Hermione’s veins as Malfoy lifted her from the floor.

“My mother, damn it!” Malfoy shouted shoving her against the wall. Her head cracked against the stones hard, and Hermione briefly wondered how she could see the stars from underground.


“She killed herself, because you told her I was dead! It’s your fault, Granger!”

“No, it’s not.” Hermione whimpered, as the tears began to stream down her cheeks. She could barely think her head felt like it was broken into pieces. “You really were dead.”

“No, Granger. You just thought I was dead! And because you were so stupid, she’s dead! Dead! She can’t come back!” Malfoy’s face was inches from hers; she could feel his breath on her cheek, as his fingers dug into her arms.

“Please let me go, you’re hurting me.”

“Let you go?” To her surprise Malfoy laughed, a cruel, evil laugh, that made Hermione cry harder. “I’m going to make you pay, Granger. You made her take her life, so I’m going to make you take yours.”

“Please, Malfoy.”

“Shut up!” He screamed, pushing her to floor. The first foot to her stomach made her gasp for air, but the second and third fell on a numb body. Hermione turned herself off and let the blows fall, not feeling anything. After what seemed like hours, Malfoy collapsed on his knees on the floor beside Hermione.

“No, no, no, I’m not like him.” Malfoy sobbed into his hands rocking back and forth.

* * * * * *

“Do you think it was right, to kill his mother like that?” Vee questioned from her crimson colored chaise lounge.

“You aren’t going to tell me you care for the little brat are you?” Vance scoffed.

“I just don’t know what you’re trying to turn him into.”

“He can’t threaten me if he’s crazy, and no one will follow him if he is still clinging to humanity.”

“Do you ever think about when we were human?”

“Vee, that was ages ago, why would I?”

“Sometimes it feels like yesterday.” Vee murmured, but not loud enough for Vance to hear.

“What was that?”


“Are you sure the Potter boy is still a threat?” Vance questioned reaching for a glass of deep red liquid from his desk.

“Have I ever been wrong before?’

“No. No, you have not.” He flashed her smile that reminded her of what he never thought about, when they were human.

“I have always known who will have power, I sensed it in you. Remember?”

“Yes, I do remember.” He set the now-empty glass back onto the desk and moved to the lounge where she half-lay. Climbing onto it with her, he pushed her all the way down, and moved so a comfortable amount of weight rested on her. “Can you still sense it?”

“Yes.” Vee grinned as she felt his power upon her leg, and gently drew his face to her. Though it is fleeting.