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Hermione sat in her favorite chair in the Gryffindor common room trying to concentrate on her studies. She failed at each attempt because of Ron and Harry's constant bickering about the latest gossip that has erupted room the overly imaginative paranoid mind of a fourth year.
"Boys can you please keep it down I'm trying to concentrate", she pleaded.
"Oh come on Hermione, even you can't ignore what's going on", said Ron.
"Yes I can, it's all rubbish", she contradicted.
"But they have found the painting on the fourth floor, Hermione", informed Harry.
"And the legend has been around for ages, it has to be true", explained Ron.
"A legend about some cursed vampire bride that was murdered and now can poses people, yeah it has to be true", she scowled," And I thought girls blew gossip out of proportion."
"But Hermione, that hallway on the forth floor is blocked off by some enchantment", Ron stated.
"Ronald, do you think that Dumbledore would allow anything into Hogwarts that's truly dangerous," Hermione erupted now more annoyed than before.
"Well no but, how can you prove that it's not cursed," spat Ron.
"Well maybe I will! So you can't think that you're always right!" she roared stomping off to the girl's dorm with her books.
Ron looked at Harry and said," Blimey what got her all on edge, or can she not have any fun at all."
Neither Ron, Hermione, nor Harry truly knew Hermione's ancient family secret…
With Harry's stolen (well in some ways just barrowed) invisibility cloak draped over her, Hermione made her way to the forth floor. She had never really like the idea of a creature of darkness so menacing that it feeded on blood of others. Her blood tensely pumping through her veins, her vision swirling into a blurry reality, her heart beated rapidly in her chest, she finally realized she was scared. She murmured a shielding charm as she made her way through the forbidden hallway. The painting hung at the dead end of the hallway an eerie feeling overcame her body. A bunch of paintings crowded the wall next to it, but this painting hung alone in the darkness. Hermione found her feet slowly and unwillingly creeping towards the painting. She tried to force herself backward, but she kept on going.
The two torches on either side of the painting lit dimly, and a young beautiful girl looking up and outward to the ceiling of Hogwarts in a spellbound gaze was revealed. The maiden's wavy hair was slightly blown back as was her silky wedding veil. She wore a simple white dress and her hands were closed over her heart. A single tear glistened on her cheek and a drop of blood was running down the corner of her mouth. Hermione was getting closer and the paintings eyes went from a hazel brown to a fiery red with each step. Hermione was so close she could slightly see the wears in the old canvas. She was in front of the painting, and Hermione lost herself in overwhelming feelings of sadness, betrayal, frustration, and then she felt a white hot pain in her back, then death… The torches blew out.
"I've been waiting for you…"
Then the torches were lit with a blazing fire and the picture sprang to life. The vampire maiden screeched a haunting scream looking strait into Hermione's soul showing off huge sharp glinting fangs. Hermione felt dizzy and darkness consumed her…
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