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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 6: Chapter 5~ Escape

Chapter 5 ~ Escape

Hermione blinked her eyes, trying to focus on something tangible. Finally the room around her gained form and the blurry shapes hardened into the shambles of mismatched furniture. She sat up in the lumpy bed she had been lying on and tried to make sense of her surroundings. The room looked like it had been uninhabited for ages, judging by the layers of dust that covered everything. Most of the furniture was broken, but somehow it looked familiar. The windows were boarded up, and several pieces of the ceiling seemed to have fallen out.

“Where am I?” Hermione whispered to herself. This definitely isn’t the vault. With a slight gasp Hermione’s mind rushed backwards. She had been in the vault and Malfoy had found her. She winced with the thought of what he had done to her. Then he had left and Professor Lupin had wanted to talk to her, but Vee had come. Then everything had gone black. Wait. Hermione inhaled deeply, none of her ribs were broken. There were no visible bruises on her arms and she felt fine. “Who healed me?”

“I did.” Professor Lupin strolled into the room, beaming. “I’m so glad that you’ve finally woken up Hermione.”

“Where are we?”

“Headquarters.” Lupin said, a shadow crossing his face.

“This is Grim. . . but. . . it’s . . .” Hermione trailed off.

“It was ransacked by the New Order. I thought it would be safe to keep you here to heal since they believe it’s been wiped out.”

“When it was ransacked, is everyone, I mean, did anyone . . . ?”

“Some were captured and some escaped. I do not know what has happened to those that were captured.” Professor Lupin sat on Hermione’s bed with a tired sigh. “Hermione, many of our number are gone.”

“So what are we going to do?”

“Do?”

“Yes, we have to help the rest. Right?”

“Hermione I was able to help you escape by pure luck. I can’t do that again, especially now, they’ll have heightened security.”

“Then what did you expect to do with me Professor?” Hermione asked coolly.

“Smuggle you out of the country, somewhere safe.”

“Professor, if we let them continue then it will only be a matter of time before no where is safe.”

“Hermione, I’ve thought about this, I can’t devise a scheme to get others to help us, there is no way we would succeed.”

“You’ve forgotten something Professor, you don’t need to take everyone out, just one, and everything else will collapse around him.”

“Hermione I’d admire your courage, but you can’t just take out Vance by yourself.”

“No, I may need a little help.”

* * * * * *

“For God’s sake. Bloody fucking sewers.” Draco Malfoy was sloshing through London’s sewers for the third day in row. No blood or anything sustainable was beginning to make him slightly irritable. “I HATE THE BLOODY SEWERS!” He yelled to no one in particular, his voice echoing off the stone. It was sheer luck that had enabled him to get out of Gringotts. While the Order had sealed off all the exits, they had forgotten one very important thing. The drainage system. And so, Draco was able to escape with all his limbs in tact. Navigating the sewers proved to be harder than he had originally thought. He had been going in circles for days, and now vowed that he would just exit at the nearest pothole, and whatever lay on the topside be damned. All this because of bloody Granger.

* * * * * *

“Professor, I want to go outside.” Hermione said a few hours later, after she had cleaned off several weeks worth of dirt and grim.

“What?” Professor Lupin said, looking up from a paper he had in front of him.

“I want to go outside.”

“That’s suicide.”

“I haven’t see daylight in weeks, I want to go outside.”

“Hermione, you don’t understand. You look like a witch, or maybe a muggle. If you go outside and they think you’re a muggle, they’ll kill you. If you go outside and they think you’re a witch, they’ll imprison you. Either way you’ll end up right back where you started, if not dead.”

“Look Professor, I have to leave here eventually. So let’s just disguise me so I can go now.”

“You can’t go out now.” Lupin said with a defeated sigh.

“Professor I already told you-”

“Hermione it’s four in the afternoon, I'll have to disguise you as a vampire and vampires don’t go outside in the daylight.”

“Oh, right.”

* * * * * *

Draco slowly pushed up the metal street cover, looking for any chance rays of light. The street outside was pitch dark, and Draco relished in it. He pushed the street cover aside, and pulled himself up through the hole, feeling a cool night breeze brush his face. He hadn’t breathed fresh air in weeks. It was heaven. He had somehow ended up in London’s higher class district, or what was left of it. Everything was in disarray, buildings burnt and tumbling, roads cracked and torn up, and it was all devoid of life. Draco moved closer to the buildings and the fraction of a shadow more that they provided. The moon seemed to have been extinguished, so Draco could only feel where he was walking, not see. I am a fugitive. Where do I go?

* * * * * *

“I can’t go with you, it might look suspicious, but please promise me no more than half an hour.” Professor Lupin pleaded as he prepared to conduct Hermione’s transformation.

“I promise. What are you going to go for my disguise?” Hermione was excited, not afraid or anxious, excited.

“You’ll see, I’m trying to get it as close to all the other vampires as possible.”

“What? Like Vee?” To her surprise Lupin chuckled.

“Not exactly. Vee is more of a, ah how do I put it?”

“Promiscuous dresser?”

“Yes, that might work to describe her. I think we’re about ready. Stand over there.” Lupin pointed with his wand to the far corner of the room. Hermione walked slowly over, and stood straight. Lupin reached out his wand, muttered something Hermione didn’t quite catch, and she was soon enveloped in a shower of black sparks. The tingling feeling began at the top of her head and slowly worked its way down, till it felt as though her body were asleep. Then she was covered in uncomfortable pinpricks that seemed to pull at her features. At last it all stopped.

“Is it done?” Hermione said, tentatively opening her eyes.

“Yes,” Lupin nodded. Hermione turned to face the mirror on the far wall, and was slightly awed by what she saw. Her hair was several shades darker and swept up away from her face. The clothes she wore were gone, instead she was covered in black. But the most astonishing thing of all was her skin. Once a rosy pink, now it was ash white.

“I look dead.”

“Well Vampires are, so I guess I did my job correctly. Remember half an hour. No more.”

“I know Professor. I’ll be fine.” Hermione tiptoed down the stairs, past the portrait of Mrs. Black and to the front door. Taking a deep breath she grasped the handle and pulled.


Note: So sorry that this one took so long. The next one will hopefully be up before 7/7. Then I'm leaving for 10 days, so none will be up during that time. Thank you all for reviewing, I really appriciate it, please continue to do so.


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