A/N: I hope you all enjoy this new story of mine :)

Disclaimer: JKR owns the world and characters of Harry Potter, not me. I am making no money from the posting of this story.


Chapter 1

Hermione turned her head, looking around for Ron and Harry. Her body was practically shaking from the nerves.

Voldemort was at the school and he was killing people. Ron had gone off with Harry to find Rowena's diadem and she was stuck alone, trying to figure out what the hell to do. She ducked a curse came flying at her. One hit her shoulder and tore open the flesh, causing blood to flow out. She ran into the school and down a corridor, trying to find someone… anyone.

Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind and thrown up against the wall.

Her eyes widened in fear when she saw piercing red eyes staring at her. That only meant one thing: vampire. She didn't even bother trying to escape, because she logically knew she wouldn't be able to. She winced as the vampire licked her neck.

"You smell delicious, my dear."

His voice sent shivers down her spine. She tried to wriggle herself free. "Don't touch me!" she shouted.

"You're beautiful, too," the vampire said.

She struggled even more when he placed his hand upon her cheek. If someone were to see them now, they would have looked like lovers, with him pressing her against the wall as he caressed her face.

He smirked at her. "Yes, I'll turn you and keep you for later."

Before Hermione could protest, he sank his fangs into her neck and drew blood. It hurt so bad, but felt so good at the same time. It's messed up for me to enjoy this. She tried to struggle, but Hermione felt herself growing weaker and weaker.

After what seemed like ages, he pulled away and let her drop to the floor. She tried to move but couldn't.

The vampire wiped his mouth and winked at her. "Catch ya later, love." He left, leaving Hermione on the floor.

She knew she was covered in blood, and despite her attempts, she couldn't move. She could feel her heartbeat slowing down, and she knew she was going to die. She hoped Ron and Harry could defeat Voldemort and that the war would finally be over.

She closed her eyes as she accepted her death.

Suddenly, she heard a bunch of people cheering, and then she heard footsteps.

"Ron, she's over here!"

Hermione tried opening her eyes, but couldn't. She was just too tired. She felt someone pick her up and carry her somewhere.

She could feel the blood seeping from her neck. It ran down her skin and she was sure it stained her blouse.

Why is no one helping me? Is it too late?

Hermione felt someone run their hands over her.

"I can't stop the bleeding. Severus, I need you now!" Hermione recognized the voice as Madame Pomfrey's.

Hermione felt like every part of her was on fire. Her body began to convulse. She could feel two hands try and pine her down, but she continued to convulse. She slipped into unconsciousness.

Harry and Ron tried to pin down Hermione's flailing body, but couldn't.

Madame Pomfrey turned to Severus Snape, who had just arrived. "Severus, I don't know what's wrong with her or what's she been hit with."

Snape nodded and bent down to look at her. "The blood on her neck is still fresh." He placed his hand there and brushed away some of the blood. Squinting, he saw what he feared most. His hand dropped from her neck quickly and he tried to mask his features.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, immediately sensing that something wasn't right.

Snape shook his head. "She… She had been bitten."

Madame Pomfrey let out a gasp of horror. She bent down to examine Hermione's neck. "I see the bite marks now. Severus, what should we do?"

Snape exhaled noisily. "There's nothing we can do. The venom is spreading throughout her body, killing what makes her human."

Ron was confused as to what was happening. "She's dying? Why?"

"What bit her?" asked Harry.

Snape huffed at the two dunderheads. "She's been bitten by a vampire. She's transforming now, and there's nothing we can do but wait until she is finished."

Harry and Ron looked on in shock. Their best friend was dying, and they couldn't save her.

Soon her body stopped convulsing.

Snape looked down at the girl, a feeling akin to pity forming inside of him. "I'll stay and watch over her. Potter and Weasley, there must be other things that need to be taken care of. Go attend to them. You too, Poppy. I'm sure there are other people in need."

The three of them nodded and left Snape and Hermione alone. He watched the girl, waiting for her transformation to finish.