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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 7: Chapter 6~ Leaving

*Hey everyone! Thanks for sticking with me with this. I know that's it's been a while. My life has finally calmed down enough that I can write so the next update shouldn't take as long. This story is probably only going to be ten chapters (I know it's a shorty), so we're just over half way done. Hope you enjoy, let me know what you think!*


The incoming burst of fresh air when Hermione opened the door rustled the drapes across the blank windows. Hermione stepped out across the door’s threshold. She closed the door behind her, and several paces later was standing in the middle of the grass. Grimmauld Place had never been spectacular, but now it seemed to retain a permanent grayish hue. It was nearing the end of winter, Hermione knew, but nothing around her showed signs of new life and spring. The grass she stood on was trodden and weak, falling limp to the hard ground. Taking a deep breath, Hermione began to walk forward again. This really was extremely dangerous. Hermione was no real vampire and if she were caught in a bad situation, she had no wand as well. The Order had made sure that none of their prisoners would be armed.

* * * * * *

“What was I thinking?” Lupin moaned into his arms. It had only been three minutes, yet he was already overcome with worry.

* * * * * *

The last remaining blinking lights of the city roads fell into darkness as Draco walked on into the night. Being dead is curious, he thought to himself as he continued on. I can tell that it’s cold, but feeling it doesn’t effect me. I can’t become sick or frostbitten or any of those things. Mother would have loved it. He stopped his train of thought as it approached upon his mother. He would not think of her, he would forget her, like the rest of the world certainly had done already. He closed his mind to all thoughts of her, since where he was going would not be kind to his memory. A short time later a large building began to take shape in the fog; A monstrous building, black stoned and many tiered. Draco walked determinedly, one foot after the other bringing him slowly closer to the place he had called home for seventeen years. What had been done to Malfoy manor he could not tell, but one thing was certain, all thoughts of his mother were erased. In their place was a cold dark fear that spread through Draco, resting heavily on his heart.

* * * * * *

The lights had long since stopped working on the street corner where Hermione now stood. That was alright though, she hadn’t much need for light. She needed only to be out doors, away from the confining atmosphere of Grimmauld Place. For out in the open her thoughts seemed to take flight rather than bounce around in the hollows of her mind. Here, she could relax if only for an instant. An instant was all it was, for just as she began to close her eyes to the ruin of the world, she heard a faint sound behind her.

“Well, what do we have here?” A deep, throaty male voice rang out from inside the darkness. Hermione whirled around, her dark curls swinging into colorless face. “I haven’t seen you before miss, are you new to being a vamp?” The voice stepped out from the darker shadows and became the body of a man whose height rivaled Ron’s. His deep auburn hair fell straight to his shoulders, while grey eyes stared out at Hermione from above hollowed cheeks.

“Who are you?” Hermione chose to ask a question, rather than respond. Just act confident. You’re pretending to be a vampire, act like one.

“Miles. And this is my clan.” A dozen more vampires appeared from the darkness, all in various black shades of decrepency. “You happen to be on our property.” His voice became serious, and almost threatening. “Explain what you’re doing here. We don’t take to Half-bloods and traitors, so I’ll give you two seconds to start running. I always like the chase.”

“Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m not a traitor, and I don’t know what a half-blood is.” Hermione responded, not really knowing what to do.

“If you’re working for the New Order then you’re a traitor here.”

“I’m not with the Order.”

“Are you a half-blood?”

“A what?”

“A witch turned Vamp.”

“No. I’m muggle-born.” Well, both parts are true. I’m muggle born, and I can’t be a half-blood, because I’m not really a vampire.

“If you weren’t a witch, then how do you know what a muggle is?” Miles took a few steps closer, and Hermione noticed his clan forming a circle around them.

“I was turned into a vampire a couple months ago, and picked up by the Order. I learned a few things, and decided that I didn’t want to be a part of their new government. I escaped a couple of days ago.” Miles seemed to consider this for a moment.

“Prove it.”

“What?” Hermione’s insides were turning to ice as she tried to come up with some semblance of a plan.

“Prove you’re one of us.” Miles cocked an eyebrow, as if questioning if she were going to proceed.

“I don’t need to prove anything to you.” Hermione said with all the bravado she could muster. Turning on her heel she began to walk away until an icy hand took hold of her upper-arm.

“You’d really just walk away from us?” Miles whispered, his face inches from her own.

“Yes.” Hermione spat at him, yanking her arm from his grasp in one fluid butterfly motion. Thank God Harry taught us hand-to-hand self defense in DA. Miles’ eyes flashed with sudden surprise but then he grinned.

“What’s your name?”

* * * * * *

“Bloody hell.” Malfoy muttered as he collapsed on the front step of Malfoy Manor. It had taken him longer than he would have liked to get here, but being a vampire he did not tire like normal humans. He looked out over the vast lawns of the Malfoy property watching the faintest bit of light begin to appear over the horizon. With a sigh Draco stood and faced the remains of the front door. Someone or something had forced its way through the foot-thick door and for all Draco knew it could still be inside. Whatever it is, it has to be better than the bloody vampires. Careful not to impale himself with any of the splinters in the door frame, Draco climbed inside.

* * * * * *

“Hermione, uh Hermione Evans.” She replied thinking of Harry’s mom. She couldn’t risk using her own name if these vampires knew about the wizarding world.

“Well, Hermione.” Miles bowed mockingly. “You’re welcome to join this court, but be warned we fight against the Order, and don’t take well to traitors.”

“I have no intentions of turning you over to Order.” Hermione replied cooly.

“Good. Then follow me. To the lair everyone.” Hermione gulped, The lair?