In the wizarding world, there is a thing called normal. Now, it's far different from the muggle meaning of the word normal, but it still exists. Magic is normal. Wands are normal.Being loved by your parents is normal. Vampires, however, are not normal.
Just as in the muggle world, to young wizards and witches vampires were creatures of myth and legend. Oh, there was undeniable proof that the creatures had once existed, but they had long since died out, from constant persecution and hatred from the rest of the world -- both wizarding and muggle.
Harry Potter knew the vampires weren't real -- atleast not anymore. He knew, because it was in a book. And if it was in a book, then Hermione knew and wouldn't waste any time prattling on and on about it to her two best friends. Or, well, he one best friend (Harry) and her boyfriend, Ronald Weasley.
Harry sighed softly, staring ahead the cold stone wall before him. Hermione had started off on one of her rants again -- the history of the vampires greatly intrigued her, or so she said. She had read every book in the school library pertaining to the now extinct creatures, and had just gotten several more on a recent weekend in Hogsmeade. Which meant, of course, that he was forced to listen to her ranting on and on about the many things she had learned from her materials.
Wasn't this Ron's job? Wasn't he supposed to be the one listening patiently to her? Wasn't that in the job description of being a boyfriend? Oh, but of course not. He was too busy playing Quidditch, something that Harry was still banned from. It seemed that the ban Unbridge had placed on him the following year had followed over into this school year. Which means that he was banned from participating in Quidditch in any shape or form. Of course, he did still have DA, but it wasn't the same ........ not in the least.
Harry slowly became aware that Hermione had stopped talking, and glanced up to see her simply staring at him. "Harry, is something the matter? You've been really quiet lately," Hermione questioned, looking at him with concerned eyes.
Leave it to Hermione to come right out and state the obvious. "Yeah Hermione, I'm fine. Just a little tired, I guess." He lied, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes. "I'm gonna head up to the dorms and take a quick nap, alright?" Harry said, not waiting for an answer as he leapt from his chair and practically raced from the room.
Thank Merlin I was able to get away from her! He thought gleefully, falling onto his bed in an ungraceful heap. As he quickly slipped into sleep's sweet embrace, Harry felt a familiar tugging at his mind, something that had been happening throughout this year. Voldermort was there, waiting for him, to taunt him with the deaths of countless innocents.
Lord Voldermort -- He Who Must Not Be Named. He waited until late at night now, holding out until Harry was asleep to kill the most innocent, most helpless of his victums. Childeren, old women ........ he made sure that Harry would always see their deaths, and know that there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Just as in the muggle world, to young wizards and witches vampires were creatures of myth and legend. Oh, there was undeniable proof that the creatures had once existed, but they had long since died out, from constant persecution and hatred from the rest of the world -- both wizarding and muggle.
Harry Potter knew the vampires weren't real -- atleast not anymore. He knew, because it was in a book. And if it was in a book, then Hermione knew and wouldn't waste any time prattling on and on about it to her two best friends. Or, well, he one best friend (Harry) and her boyfriend, Ronald Weasley.
Harry sighed softly, staring ahead the cold stone wall before him. Hermione had started off on one of her rants again -- the history of the vampires greatly intrigued her, or so she said. She had read every book in the school library pertaining to the now extinct creatures, and had just gotten several more on a recent weekend in Hogsmeade. Which meant, of course, that he was forced to listen to her ranting on and on about the many things she had learned from her materials.
Wasn't this Ron's job? Wasn't he supposed to be the one listening patiently to her? Wasn't that in the job description of being a boyfriend? Oh, but of course not. He was too busy playing Quidditch, something that Harry was still banned from. It seemed that the ban Unbridge had placed on him the following year had followed over into this school year. Which means that he was banned from participating in Quidditch in any shape or form. Of course, he did still have DA, but it wasn't the same ........ not in the least.
Harry slowly became aware that Hermione had stopped talking, and glanced up to see her simply staring at him. "Harry, is something the matter? You've been really quiet lately," Hermione questioned, looking at him with concerned eyes.
Leave it to Hermione to come right out and state the obvious. "Yeah Hermione, I'm fine. Just a little tired, I guess." He lied, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes. "I'm gonna head up to the dorms and take a quick nap, alright?" Harry said, not waiting for an answer as he leapt from his chair and practically raced from the room.
Thank Merlin I was able to get away from her! He thought gleefully, falling onto his bed in an ungraceful heap. As he quickly slipped into sleep's sweet embrace, Harry felt a familiar tugging at his mind, something that had been happening throughout this year. Voldermort was there, waiting for him, to taunt him with the deaths of countless innocents.
Lord Voldermort -- He Who Must Not Be Named. He waited until late at night now, holding out until Harry was asleep to kill the most innocent, most helpless of his victums. Childeren, old women ........ he made sure that Harry would always see their deaths, and know that there was nothing he could do to stop it.