The Vampire's Prey

The Vampire's Prey

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.


She could smell blood, hear screams in her ears, taste dirt on her mouth, but her eyes were betraying her. Blindfolded, a Death Eater dragged her along, and she was afraid.

Voldemort had won the war. She had seen him strike down Harry herself, with one final blow, and watch him drop like a fly. He had been distracted for a mere second. 1 by 1, like pigs for slaughter, the Order of the Pheonix had dropped dead. It didn't help that the vampires had joined the Death Eaters. Every death felt like a stab in the chest, and she cried and sobbed as she stumbled along.

She was surprised she was still alive. She'd been captive for 3 days. What was her chance of survival? Everything was working against her. First off, she was Muggle Born. Secondly, she had nearly brought the death of Voldemort with her hunt for the Horcruxes with Harry and Ron. Thirdly, she was a know member of the Order, and fourthly, she was best friends with Harry Potter.

17 was too young to die. She had her whole life in front of her, how could it end this early?

She suddenly felt a sharp blow to the head, and cried out in pain.

"Move along, Mudblood," the Death Eater spat. He hit her again. She winced and picked up the pace.

Finally she and the Death Eater came to a stop, and went through a door. Hermione could suddenly hear many screams, taunts and jeers all around her. She felt confused. The Death Eater suddenly grabbed a handful of her hair, yanked her head back and took off her blindfold.

She wished she could put it back on.

There were many horrific sights surrounding her. She could see Cho Chang huddling in the corner of the big dark room she had been led into, being hit over and over again by the Death Eater Avery. Behind her she saw a nearly-dead Lavender being savaged by Fenrir Greyback. Penelope Clearwater could be seen being the victim of the Cruciatus Curse a few meters away. A few boys she didn't know sat in a spot, whispering quietly.

She looked back at Cho. Avery had stopped hitting her and was bringing her over to Hermione and her Death Eater. Cho's bruised and bloody body was dropped next to Hermione as Avery turned to her Death Eater.

"Cho?" Hermione whispered. "Cho?"

"Hermione Granger?" Cho whispered back weakly, opening her eyes slightly. "Is that you?"

""Shut up," growled Avery. He kicked Cho hard in the back of the head, and she fell unconscious.

"The Mudblood's pretty," he continued, looking at Hermione. "We could have fun with her, eh? Nott?"

Theodore's father, thought Hermione.

"No," Nott replied. "The Dark Lord gave strict orders. Bring them back here so the Dark lord can choose who goes where. And she's Potter's accomplice. There will be hard consequences for this one."

"Friggin vampires," sneered Avery. "Why don't we just kill the lot of them? Instead of giving them what they want?"

"The Dark Lord used them as allies during the war," replied Nott. "This is their repayment. And he wants them to remain allies. I'm sure he has his reasons."

"But the war is OVER!" exclaimed Avery angrily. "I don't understand it. Bloody hell." He turned to Hermione.

"You'll be lucky to get through the week, Mudblood," he sneered, putting his face close to hers. "When the Dark Lord's done with you, you'll wish you were dead. You better pray you're given to those vampires."

"W-What d-do you mean?" whimpered Hermione quietly, cowering at the floor.

"You haven't heard of the new contract for the vampires?" laughed Avery. Hermione shook her head.

"Answer when you're spoken too!!" Nott roared, slapping her. A tear slid down her cheek as the pain shot through her.

"No, I haven't heard it," she said quietly.

"The Dark Lord had a clever thought," continued Avery. "When someone loses blood, they take a blood replenishing potion to get more, correct?"

Hermione felt her heart stop for a second. She could see where this was going.


"So…" said Avery, smiling cruelly. "If a vampire drinks someone… that person will be able to take a blood replenishing potion to get that blood back."

"So in return for the vampire's service on the Dark side," said Nott. "The Dark Lord will give each vampire one person- just one. And until the victim dies of old age, the vampire will get to drink that person, and that person will always drink a blood-replenishing potion afterwards."

"So- it looks like your little friends will live long full lives, won't they?" laughed Avery.

Hermione couldn't believe it. With the whole vampire colony on Voldemort's side, there was no hope for them whatsoever. She had to admit, Voldemort was brilliant with his discovery, but to use it so vampires could have a never ending supply of blood?

The victims would only turn vampire if the vampires would seal the deal with a kiss straight after the bite, as the victims would be able to taste their own blood fresh. And how many times would this happen? Vampires would go too far, and create more and more of them. They'd demand more blood, and the blood supply would run out. This was terrible. They'd most likely rebel and try and overthrow the Death Eaters. Was she the only one who could see this happening?

There was suddenly a gasp from one of the victims, and all the Death Eaters went silent. Putting up their hoods and masks, they turned around to face a dark stage Hermione hadn't noticed before. She looked up herself, and gasped at what she saw.

Lord Voldemort had taken the stage.

His sickly white face seemed to glow in the semi-darkness. His cold look silenced anyone; it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop in the crowd. He was wearing a black robe that fell to his feet, and his snake like eyes scanned the crowd. For a moment he locked eyes with Hermione, but she looked away again, frightened.

It was a moment before he spoke.

"Death Eaters," he began, his voice crisp with and frightening. "You made it."

The Death Eaters stood, waiting to hear more of his speech.

Voldemort smiled. "This is an important gathering for us today. As you all know, the vampires played a key role in our triumph over Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix. This is our chance to congratulate them- and reward them."

Hermione heard Avery sneer, but turn into a cough at the last minute. This remained unnoticed by Voldemort.

Voldemort suddenly turned to a man standing by the door. "Bring in the vampires."

The man opened the door, and in streamed about 50 vampires. Some were young, some were old. But they all had a resemblance: Pale, bat-like and fearsome. Nobody would approach them off the street, they looked that daunting. Hermione gasped when she noticed Draco Malfoy standing in the crowd.

Since when had Draco become a vampire? He seemed to glow in the crowd, and he still had his devilishly handsome looks … but he was sad. She could see from his solemn expression he didn't want to be there, or be a vampire for that reason. His mother must have been devastated.

"We have a special guest here tonight," Voldemort suddenly said, smiling. "Please welcome, Muggle-born Hermione Granger."

Hermione gasped as she heard her name. Voldemort was staring right at her, a horrible smile on his lips. Every Death Eater in the room seemed to have their eyes on their, and she felt naked, and vulnerable.

"Bring her up!" Voldemort shouted, and there was a roar of approval from the Death Eaters.

Avery, Nott and another Death Eater suddenly grabbed her, and held her over their heads as she struggled to break free. But she was no match against the strength of 3 men, and even if she did escape, there was still an army of vampires, the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself ready to stop her from escaping. She was so afraid, it was eating her up inside.

It wasn't long before they reached the stage. The Death Eaters shoved her up onto the stage, where she fell on her knees in front of Voldemort. Voldemort cocked his head to the side playfully, before turning back to the Death Eaters.

"Do you know who this is?" Voldemort asked his followers. "This filthy disgusting, dirty-blooded Mudblood?" The Death Eaters and vampires nodded, and the victims whimpered at the sight of their friends.

"This is Hermione Granger," said Voldemort, smiling. "The little girl who thought she could bring me down along with Potter and his other accomplice. Well, she thought wrong, didn't she?" The Death Eaters roared in agreement. " This little bitch set out to kill me. And now she is alone, everyone she loved dead. She too, deserves death, does she not?"

The Death Eaters stomped, and yelled, until Voldemort set up a hand to silence them.

He smiled. "No. Death means to end the pain. She should go to the vampires!!!"

"HER BLOOD IS TAINTED!" yelled one vampire from the crowd. "WHY WOULD WE WANT TO DRINK HER?"

Surprisingly, Voldemort didn't react angrily. "Yes, her blood is filthy. Disgusting. And I've thought about this… and I've decided that the whore can go to none other than Draco Malfoy."

Hermione gasped. Her, a meal for Draco for the rest of her miserable existence? She'd rather die. It wasn't just the pain she'd have to put up with, but the humiliation of knowing that he had won… that she would always be beneath Malfoy…

"You know the Mudblood, don't you Draco?" said Voldemort. "Worked along side her in your school days, did you not? I thought this could be a good reward for your family's failure of the capture of Potter a few months back."

Hermione saw Draco nod, his head held die. Anger was welling up inside her. She would NOT go to Draco. She wouldn't be his little pet. He was beneath her. He was disgusting, his personality. She'd die a thousand deaths before she lived with him for eternity.

"I'LL NEVER GO WITH MALFOY!" she screamed suddenly. It was an outburst for her anger, and she regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth.

Voldemort smiled almost kindly at her, and before she even noticed his wand move, she was on the ground writhing in pain. It was horrible, she just wished he would kill her now, surely she would go mad with the pain-

And it lifted. Voldemort helped her roughly up by the hair, and called out, "Draco, come collect your prize."

The Death Eaters shouted and jeered at him, shoved him as he came over to the stage. He didn't try to stop them; he just looked at the ground and tried to avoid eye contact. Finally, he reached the stage, and he uttered a quiet thank you to Voldemort.

"Enjoy the Mudblood for eternity," sneered Voldemort, and he tossed Hermione over to him. Hermione tried to struggle as Draco held her, but she was so tired. She was out of energy. She stopped struggling, and stayed limp, as he threw her over his shoulder and walked out of the room without a backwards glance.

She had become Draco's chew toy.


A/N: Howdy. I hope you enjoyed the prologue for The Vampire's Prey. It's my return to fanfiction, so do me a little favour and review the story if you liked it. It makes me want to write more chapters