Hey, just started the sequel to Singer and decided to post it. I always write up the contents first and plan it that way, but I'm not sure what to put. I already know the basic plot, so...yeah.
Anyway, Twilight and Harry Potter don't belong to me, only the plot does. Enjoy this!
Chapter One
Immune
Hermione Granger ran through the trees, her hand encased in her lover's. She was no longer Human, having woken up just a few minutes ago as a Vampire, and so was travelling at speeds that even a car couldn't go. She laughed, a light tinkling sound, and happiness radiated from her.
Edward watched as his girlfriend, newly turned, laughed, her unnatural red eyes shining in delight. "This is great." She commented, making Emmett laugh. "That it is. It feels amazing travelling at speeds like this." Jasper agreed. "Indeed." Carlisle added.
Esme smiled at the young girl. She truly was remarkable. She had managed to single handed stop Edward thinking so negatively about himself, that and she had been through so much that would normally break a normal human girl, or even a Vampire. Hermione Granger was truly a unique and amazing girl.
Alice's grin couldn't be shaken as she watched her new sister. She hadn't changed much, not even physically. Hermione was already beautiful, now she just looked stunning. Only a few imperfections, like a tiny bit of left over baby fat was gone. Even her scars, especially the latest one, were faded until they blended in with her pale complexion. In fact, Hermione seemed to suit the pale, creamy complexion too.
Rosalie too was thinking along the same lines. She was glad that Edward was happy and that Hermione had joined the family. Although originally she was a bit bitter, she now knew that Hermione was so loveable that, unless you were evil, you couldn't help but adore the young woman.
They soon reached a clearing deep in the woods where a lot of the deer spent their time. As usual, there were tons of deer, ripe for the eating. Edward smiled as he saw Hermione's eyes focus on a large stag.
Suddenly, a sweet, tempting smell washed over them. Humans. "Emmett, quick, grab her!" Carlisle yelled, the rest of the family leaping so they were in a position to stop Hermione when she attacked.
Hermione gasped as Emmett grabbed her arms from behind. She swung herself free and turned round to glare at him. "What the hell was that for?" She snapped, eyes narrowed. "Don't you smell that?" Emmett asked. Hermione sniffed.
"Yes, it smells sugary, sweet. So?" She asked. The Cullens gaped. "You should be attacking." Carlisle told her. "What is it then?" Hermione asked. "Humans. But don't you want it?" Rosalie added. Hermione shook her head. "Not really. It smells too sweet, if you get what I mean. It smells sickly. Animal blood smells sweet, but not as bad." She explained.
"You really don't want it?" Edward asked, shocked. "No. I'd rather finish killing the animal. Look, I just really need the blood if I'm going to think clearly." Hermione sighed, huffing. Surprised, Emmett let her go and the young vampire ran off after the Stag, who had ran at the sound of yell.
The Cullens found her a minute later perched on the corpse of a stag and drinking neatly from it's neck. "What?" She asked, confused as to the way they were all staring at her in awe.
"Newborns shouldn't be able to resist the sweetness of the blood. You should have killed those hikers." Edward told her, walking over to his lover. Hermione shrugged. "Maybe, because of the war and the fact I never wanted to kill another person, I can resist human blood." She replied.
Alice mulled this over. "It's reasonable." She agreed. The others nodded too. "Makes sense." Esme muttered. Hermione got to her feet. "So, are we hunting or not?" She asked.
Ten minutes later, the Cullens and Hermione were sat in the living room. They had gotten Hermione and Emmett to arm wrestle, just for the fun of it. Emmett grinned, flexing his arm to show off, before putting his elbow on the table with his hand extended upright, waiting for Hermione.
Hermione placed her small, delicate hand into Emmett's much larger hand. "Ready?" Carlisle asked, looking at each vampire for conformation. The two nodded and Carlisle brought his hand down, signalling the start of the fight. Within two minutes, Emmett's hand was slammed down on the table and Hermione was grinning triumphantly.
Edward excused himself and stepped out into the crisp November night air. Once outside, he whistled for the owl Dumbledore had left at the house.
A small barn owl flew over to him, cautiously landing on his arm, it's instincts telling it that he was a predator and to fly away. Edward pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket with a pen and scrawled a short note telling Dumbledore about Hermione's immunity. He then handed it to the owl and it took off, a white figure in the dark sky.
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