A/N: I'm rewriting this completely finally! I'm so sorry for not updating but I had such a writer's block that I even forgot how I wanted the story to end! Hopefully, you guys will like this version better since I've grown as a writer (at least I like to think so )

Summary: Hermione becomes that which all of the wizarding world has dreaded. They have not had to deal with her kind in over 300 years. On holiday with her family in France, she becomes a vampire. When back in Hogwarts, her friends notice her immediate change. But will they hate her for what she became? Or will they just accept what she is?

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Harry Potter or anything even remotely related to it. I only own the plot.

Chapter 1: Born To Darkness

I remember walking. That was all. And darkness. I had an excruciating pain somewhere in my neck. I put my hand on it and drew it back to see blood. I don't remember what happened. I was walking with my family and all I remember is suddenly waking up wet because of the rain and I started to walk to find them.

My clothes where soaked and I was freezing cold due to the fact that it was nighttime. The strange thing about everything was that I remember it being broad daylight before I woke up in that alley.

I walked until I saw someone. A woman. She was tall, about 5'8", and had flowing black hair loose around her face. Her back was toward me, but upon hearing my footsteps, turned around. I had to gasp. She had a perfect white face and flawless skin and had enhancing blue eyes.

Then she smiled, I suddenly felt warm. She drew out her hand to me and I accepted. We walked until we came upon my hotel. How she knew which one it was, I didn't care at the moment. What I cared about was who she was and why she came to me of all people.

She smiled again before I went inside. When I turned around to thank her, she was gone. I only turned and went back to my room. It was as if she held me in some type of trance.

Slowly regaining my thoughts, I remembered now where I was as I made my way to the elevators. I was here in France on holiday with my parents. They had given me my own room as an early birthday present and they also wanted some alone time.

I pulled the key from my pocket and opened my door, when I remembered where to go. I didn't even bother to take off my wet clothes. I just threw myself on the bed and went to sleep.

It had seemed that my parents came to check on me and left a note saying to not leave the hotel, they were going to dinner. Confused, I looked at the time and saw it was only 7:03 PM, but I must've slept through the day because I remembered getting back to my room in the middle of the night, at least 4:00 or 5:00 AM.

I took a shower and for the first time looked at the wound on my neck. I gasped at what I saw. It looked like if someone had tried to bite me to death! I looked closer, and I noticed that there were two puncture holes where a human's canines grew.

I was so afraid that I ran to my bed and snapped the curtains around it shut. I sat there in nothing but a towel around me, thinking. Was it a vampire? Or just some crazy person as a joke to scare me? I quickly thought about everything I remembered reading about vampires, and I suddenly remembered that if a human crossed the path of a vampire when they were in bloodlust, the vampire would have no control over their actions. Did a vampire really bite me? I wondered.

I had found the answer soon enough.

I fell asleep again and woke up around midnight. I sat up and blinked several times to adjust to the light in my room; I never turned off my bedside lamp. I gasped for what seemed the millionth time in the past two days when I saw that the same woman that helped me the previous night was standing at the foot of my bed.

"Don't be scared, my child." She said to me. Her voice sounded like an echo, but yet I understood every word she said. "I will not harm you." She told me, walking closer to me.

"Thank you." I told her as she walked until she was standing next to my bed.

"For what, ma chérie?" she was obviously French. I told her that I thanked her for helping me last night. Her only reply was a smile.

"Who are you?" I asked her as she sat on my bed.

"My name is Verona De Lancret." She told me in a somewhat French accent. It seemed as if talking English, made her lose her French accent.

"I am Hermione Granger."

"Yes. I know. I have been watching you for days." I raised an eyebrow at this and wondered why she was here.

"Why?"

"Because you seem empty. As if you long for the world to see who you truly are, but are afraid to do anything out of the ordinary."

I looked down at my lap. She was right. I longed to be recognized for something, anything. I was only the bookworm of Gryffindor House, or so people thought. I knew that being best friends with Harry Potter was a big thing, but people had hated me ever since they thought I broke his heart in fourth year. Other people viewed me as unworthy to even hold a wand and I felt insecure at the thought.

"You have more potential than just by reading books, Hermione." She spoke, snapping me out of my thoughts for a moment. I glanced up at her, wide-eyed, and wondered what she was going to do to change that. Nothing could be changed; I was who I was.

"I will make you unique in Hogwarts; no one will know who you are. I will give you a second chance to be what you always wanted to be. I will give you a second chance to life." Her invitation was most tempting, and my mistake was to take it with no second thoughts.

I stared at her as she put one arm around my waist and another around my neck. She tilted my head to one side and I screamed as she bit into my neck. She drank my blood until I felt almost no pain. I just wanted to live. At the back of my mind I was screaming in triumph at figuring out that she was the vampire that bit me.

"Do you still want the second chance?" Why was she giving me a choice? I answered with almost no hesitation.

"Yes." She bit into her own wrist and drew blood from her arm. She poured the blood drops over my lips and I could taste the blood in my mouth. I turned away at first, but as I found it sweet, I clutched her arm and drank her blood until she pulled it away. It tasted like the sweetest candy and at the same time had a metallic aftertaste that left me wanting more.

I immediately felt a sharp pain in my heart and at the pit of my stomach.

"Do not pay any attention to the pain. It will soon be over." She assured me. With that thought, I lay on the bed as I felt my hair and fingernails grow. I blinked several times before I realized that my hair was now black and went to my waist. The entire transformation took several hours as I was young and healthy. My body had to technically die in order to transform and the only thing that keep me from thinking of the pain were the facts of the transformation that I had read once.

"You have beautiful eyes, Aleera." I did not question her about my name. I knew that when vampires are turned, that their sires called them a different name to be used only to those worthy enough. If a sire did not name their childe or lover, the newly turned vampire would name themselves.

She gave me a hand mirror and I saw my eyes were as green as Harry's. But they seemed enhanced, sort of. Almost the same way hers were.

"Thank you." I told her before I wrapped my arms around her. "I'm hungry." I told her. She smiled and brought me some clothes.

Verona and I went to a nearby club where she had picked out two random boys of about 17 and brought them back to our private table. She smiled as one of them went to where I was and gave me a bottle of beer. I looked at Verona and her eyes said not to drink it.

"You want some?" he offered me. I respectfully declined saying that I'd rather want some of him. He smirked and crashed his lips to mine. Opening my eyes, I saw that Verona was going to his neck and biting him without him screaming. It seemed that my kissing was keeping him occupied and I realized that I was using my powers for the first time.

She opened her eyes and tore away from him saying to bite his tongue and lips and drink. I obeyed. I guess I was concentrating too much, because the next thing I knew, I was being pulled back by Verona.

"Do not drink the last drop of blood, or it will pull you in and kill you as well." She told me. She also told me to never drink dead blood. Human blood that was kept in a hospital I could drink because it was kept alive in storage, but not from a dead body, human or otherwise.

We left the bodies in the private room and crossed the club and went back to her home satisfied for the night.

She took me to a guest room where the only light were candles and a coffin in the middle. I glanced up at her and her eyes answered my unasked questioned. I had to sleep there until tomorrow night.

She placed me inside and I got comfortable. With a last nod from me, she closed the lid and I closed my eyes, knowing that I was now born to darkness, as I called it. I couldn't help but smile as I remembered a movie that I saw when I was younger with my cousins. It had scared me then, since I was only 10 when I saw it, but I thought of the irony and smirked. I slept until Verona awoke me the next night.

The rest of the summer went with her telling me about the rules of a vampire and how I was going to be able to survive in sunlight. She told me, since I was a witch, to brew a special potion and drink it every night before I slept and the next morning, I would be able to stand the sunlight at least for a couple of hours.

That part came up when I told her of my return to Hogwarts. I owled my parents saying that I had found a summer job and a friend to stay with and to not worry, I would be going to the train station as always. They believed me because I was complaining to them about not having my own money and wanting to earn some for myself.

Verona had decided to come with me as my pet snake. With my new powers, I was able to communicate telepathically with her, so it wasn't a problem. It seemed that not all the books were correct in a vampire's powers. Every power was unique to the vampire, but some were general.

The night before I took the potion and I tested it the next day. Since it would only last for some hours, I drank it before we left for the station. She was in her snake form in a box so the sunlight wouldn't get her.

We got to the station with 15 minutes to spare. I was looking for my friends, when someone yelled my mortal name.

"Hermione!" yelled a bespectacled boy with green eyes and messy black hair.

"Maya!" yelled a girl younger than him. She had red hair and many freckles.

"Hermione!" yelled a blue-eyed boy with the same red hair.

"Hello, Ron. Ginny. Harry." I said to them in turn.

"Did you dye your hair, Hermione?" Harry asked me.

"Yes, do you like it? I also got some color contacts and new clothes." I told him. This was of course a lie, but I needed to tell him something. Verona and I came up with simple non-magical means for my appearance as it was easier to explain.

"Yea, it looks great on you!" he told me. The others nodded their approval.

The whistle blew and we all went to the last compartment on the train and sat down as I thought, well, at least this will be an interesting year.

A/N: I have been wanting to write a vampire story for a long time, but never knew if I could. I started reading some and I got more and more ideas, especially when I saw Interview with the Vampire again. I also borrowed a few ideas from the Twilight series, like the powers bit.

I'm going to be mixing a lot of vampire information, so if you recognize anything from any other book or movie it's probably because it's from there. I will be leaning heavily on Anne Rice novels, the Twilight series and the Underworld movies, including stuff I remember from the newest one.

R/R please!