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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

Summary:



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 5: Chapter 4~Traitor

So sorry about the long wait. I've been terribly busy. Thank you so much for your patience.

Chapter 4~Traitor

Hermione moaned into the stone, lacking the strength to turn her head. She felt as if she were made of lead and every time she attempted to move the weight would only pull her back down. She knew that at least three ribs were broken, she could feel them with every breath, a sharp pain that made her gasp, and cringe with each gasp. Slowly and cautiously she opened her eyes and turned her head just so she could see the vault. He was gone now, he hadn’t been the first time she had regained consciousness, but now he was definitely gone. Hermione held her breath as she felt the oncoming tears. One tear escaped her mental barricade and stung as it slid all the way down her cheek.

“Hermione?”

“Pro-prof-professor?” Hermione mumbled, finding her jaw strangely hard to work with.

“Hermione? Come closer to the door.” Professor Lupin said anxiously.

“I can’t.”

“What?”

“I can’t move.”

“Damn. Hermione, I’ll be back. Someone’s coming.” Hermione listened quietly as she heard Professor Lupin leave the door. Very faintly she could hear the click, click of someone’s high-healed boots. Just my luck, Hermione thought to herself, I bet it’s Vee. It didn’t take very long for her to find out. The door swung open quietly and Hermione immediately closed her eyes to the dim light that flooded in.

“What the hell.” Vee breathed. “Damn it.” A minute later Hermione felt an ice cold hand checking her pulse. “I’m going to kill those bloody werewolves. What the hell were they playing at?”

“Not werewolves.” Hermione whispered, she couldn’t risk Vee’s wrath getting to Professor Lupin.

“Shit, you scared me. I thought you were unconscious. Don’t move, I’ll be right back. Well, not that you can move I suppose.”

* * * * * *

“Vance!” Vee yelled, as she entered the council’s chamber.

“Vee, I’m very busy as you can see. Whatever it is I’m sure it can be discussed later.” He looked down his long nose at her, twitching his fingers in an irritated manner.

“One of the prisoners has been attacked.” Murmurs rose around the chamber at Vee’s words. It did not matter that one of the prisoners could be dead, what mattered was that it had happened. No one could kill or harm a prisoner without explicit instructions. To do so would be to go against the Council’s orders which was immediate treason.

“Go to my office, I’ll be there shortly.” Vance said in a low voice, his eyes flashing. Vee did as she was told, not wanting to anger him more. She seated herself on one of the high-backed leather chairs in his office, tapping her foot in anxiety. She did not have to wait long. Vance came barging into the room, banging the door against the wall. “What the hell do you mean, one of the prisoners has been attacked?”

“I went to check her, and I found her all bloodied up on the floor.”

“Well, who did it?”

“I thought it was the bloody werewolves, but she said it wasn’t.”

“She’s still alive?”

“Barely. She isn’t very coherent.”

“Wait, you didn’t tell me which prisoner.”

“Granger, Hermione.”

“Shit.” Vance exhaled slowly and sank into the chair next to Vee’s.

“You see, I had to interrupt.”

“Do you think they’ll go after Potter?”

“I don’t know. I can’t see any motivation for beating up the girl. Unless. . . but that’s impossible.”

“What? What is impossible?”

“Nothing.” Vee stood and walked slowly around the room. She thought better when she was moving. Vee had not told anyone of her most recent discovery about the Granger girl. Two nights ago, Vee had awoken in a cold sweat from a dream that had most certainly been more than that. There were flames of white that danced in twister around a person that had been moving steadily towards Vee. Vee stood in the council chamber of the New Order, seated in Vance’s place. The white fire had come closer and closer, more menacing with each step, until it stopped feet from Vee. Just when she thought she would burn from the heat of the flames, they disappeared, revealing the Granger girl. Vee often had dreams of those that would be powerful, some she knew, some she did not know. This dream had caught her off guard. She thought the Potter boy would be trouble, not this twig of a girl that was muggle born.

“Well, we have to do something!” Vance said, breaking Vee’s thoughts.

“I agree.” Vee said in a voice that Vance had never heard before. “Does anyone else have access to my rooms, other than you?”

“No, why?”

“I have some things to attend to, I’ll let you assess the girl.” Vee turned and left the room. The only way someone would know about that dream, and consequently the power of Hermione, would be if they had entered her pensive.

* * * * * *

“I want you to block any and all exits. No one leaves. I will find the traitor. Is that clear?” Fifty of Vance’s leading officials left the chamber at Vance’s demand. “You four, follow me.” He said pointing to four of his medical council. The only four of his medical council actually. Vampires, being immortal, did not have much use for medics. The five marched down to the single and high security cells. Only high ranking people in my order have access to the vaults down here. Vance thought as they descended the 150 concealed steps to the ten vaults that Gringotts had kept the most secure. The five reached Hermione’s vault, and Vance unlocked the door. As he pushed the heavy metal, the door swung inward with a creak. It took two seconds for Vance to realize that the vault was empty. He could smell the fresh blood upon the floor, but no living flesh was inside.

“Traxer. Sound the alarm. We have an escape.” Vance said calmly shutting the door. When no one moved, Vance’s face grew livid. “GO! NOW!” He bellowed, causing the once called Traxer, to stumble as he turned to run up the stairs. “What the hell is going on?” Vance murmured angrily under his breath. In one day his entire system was crashing down, he had traitors and now escapees.

* * * * * *

“What the bloody hell is going on?” Draco said as he exited his chambers.

“Where’ve you been?” A young vampire name Lisele asked as she heard his comment in passing. “There’s been an attack and an escape. The entire place is locked down. We’re all on alert. I’d get to the Order’s council chamber if I were you.”

“Why?”

“They’re checking alibis.” She turned and jogged down the hall, and disappeared around the next corner.

“Attack.” Then it hit him, full force. I’m the attacker. Shit, they’re looking for me. Wait, escape? There’s no way she could have gotten out of here alone. Then who? Damn it, what I do? I sure as hell can’t lie to them, they probably have truth potion. Shit, shit, shit. Draco ran back into his room, securely locking the door behind. He had to find some way of escaping himself. If someone smuggled Granger out, I can sure as hell get out too.



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