HVS, NG, MG2SB

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I have to add this in, a lot of you commented that the first chapter felt a bit choppy and slapped together, just relax it will come together and most of you commented on how Harry and Hermione were not dealing with their grief, give me time. They are in denial at the moment and for Hermione’s father dying of a heart attack, there is more to the story. He was murdered and no, not by Voldemort. All will be revealed soon.

Chapter 2: Vampire Slayer

Harry felt himself being, gently, shaken awake. It turned out that he had fallen asleep during the car ride; he turned and found himself looking into Hermione’s deep concerned eyes.

“Harry, we are here now.” Hermione, softly, stated as she slipped out of the car and pulled the trunk out of the boot while Harry stretched then slipped out himself. He reached over and picked up his trunk before following Hermione up the path to her house.

            Harry entered the house and looked around,

“This house is amazing!” Harry exclaimed, the hallway was large while the living was massive; the kitchen was also massive, Hermione just giggled as she dragged the boy up the stairs to his room.

“This is your room, hope you like it.” Hermione explained, Harry stepped through the door and was dumb struck once more, there was a massive king size poster bed, there was also a desk for him to work on, a T.V, video and D.V.D player. On the left side of the room, there was a massive bookcase, half of it was filled with D.V.D and Videos while the other half was filled with books, there was also a C.D player and a C.D stand filled with Cds.

“Wow! You didn’t need to do all of this you know.” Harry said and Hermione grinned while rolling her eyes.

“Trust me, Mom wanted to do this, she always wanted a boy to spoil so, sorry, you are her surrogate son.” Hermione stated with a shrug.

“Why don’t your mom and dad have another child?” Harry asked, confused. He noticed that Hermione had turned sad and quiet; he instantly knew that something had happened so he dragged her over to the bed and sat down next to her. “What happened Mione?” Harry asked.

“My dad died first week into the holiday, he had a heart attack; I was in too much of a numb state to register that he had died.” Hermione quietly said, trying to hold back her tears, Harry wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her to him, comforting her.

“Shh, it’s okay, just let it all out.” Harry whispered comforting, Hermione felt the tears well up in her eyes at the sound of his voice, “I’m here, just let it go.” He whispered once more, Hermione felt all the anger; confusion, frustration and sadness well up and burst out as she cried into Harry’s arms of her father’s funeral.

“I miss him so much Harry, every time I try and think of him, I feel so cold and empty, it’s like I can’t get warm anymore and I hate that feeling!” Hermione gasped out between tears.

“I know, I feel that way too when I think about my parents and Sirius.” Harry explained while rocking her backward and forward, rubbing his hands up and down her back.

            Soon Hermione settled down, she pulled away and wiped her tears, she noticed a wet patch on his shirt.

“I’m sorry.” She hiccupped, Harry looked at her confused. “About your shirt.” She gestured toward his shirt; Harry looked down and shook his head.

“It’s okay, it needed a wash any way.” He replied with a small smile, Hermione smiled as she leaned back into the hug.

“Thanks for being there for me.” She whispered.

“You’re my best friend, where else would I be?” Harry asked, rhetorical, Hermione just grinned into his chest, loving the way he was protective of her.

******

            Later that night, Hermione walked out of the house, pulling her jacket tighter around her body before setting off toward the graveyard, her hair was in a ponytail. She couldn’t believe how quiet Harry had been all day, when before the fourth year, he was loud and happy, but now, it was as if someone had hit the mute button on him. She sighed sadly as she entered the graveyard and walked over to her dad’s graveyard.

‘Here lies Josh Granger, wonderful husband, brilliant father, may he lies in peace.’ Hermione knelt down in front of the graveyard.

“Hey dad, sorry I had been here lately, it’s been busy with all the vampires and demons, not to mention that Harry had finally come up to stay here for a visit.” Hermione greeted and sighed as her shoulders slumped. “I’m worried about him. He is so quiet, nothing like his old self. He has the whole world on his shoulders and it’s killing him, even though he won’t admit it, he needs help. He needs to accept that it wasn’t his fault about the death yet he won’t accept it, it like the only thing that keeps him going and it scares me so much,” she sniffled a sob. “I want him to see that those people died because they wanted to protect him. That they willing gave up their life because they loved him, not because of him. I can only tell him so much but it won’t penetrate his mind. I just wish that there was some sign to help me, to get him to understand that nothing is his fault, that it’s all Voldemort!” she burst out angrily then shook her head, she opened her mouth to speak again when she felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck.

            She stood up then a hand dropped down on her shoulder, with a grunt she grabbed the hand and flipped the person over her shoulders, the figure fell to the ground only to burst into dust as they hit a piece of wood that was embedded in the ground. Hermione swung around, kicking the other figure in the stomach; they went flying backward into a tree, only to explode on impact as a branch went through their body.

“All I wanted was peace to talk to my dad but I can’t have that can I?” Hermione muttered out angrily.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” a voice asked, amuse. Hermione stiffened as she stood straight, a figure stepped out from behind a tree and stepped into the light and Hermione rolled her eyes.

“I should have guessed it would have been you demons.” She greeted in distaste, the demon growled.

“I watch my mouth if I were you.” He growled.

“Good thing you ain’t me huh?” she retorted.

“Shut your mouth little girl, you have no idea what you are dealing with.”

“Oh I think I have an idea, a night demon, the one who travels by night, sucking souls out of unsuspecting humans, their horns, where their thumbs should be, are poisonous and can kill you if they wish, but the demons just use the poison to immobilise the victims instead of killing because it’s more fun and less messy too. They have incredible strength and can lift a car without breaking a sweat. No one really knows how to kill them as they could never get close enough to kill them.” Hermione recited from the book that she had memorised, the demon stood there, stunned. “But there is one thing that’s confusing me, you lot hunt in twosome, so where’s your partner?” Hermione asked with a mocking thoughtfulness before she grabbed a knife from her waist, she plunged it backward into the demon’s stomach. Apparently, he decided to sneak up on her while the other one distracted her. “And guess what?” Hermione asked with an evil glint in her eyes before she pulled the knife out of the stomach, she spun around, sliding the knife through the demon’s neck, effectively decapitation the demon. “I know how to kill you very easily!” she added with a breathless delight as the body slumped down, turning into goo.

            The other demon let out a howl of rage before he ran off in the other direction, Hermione, all reared up, ran after him, not wanting to finish the fight yet. She soon stopped when she lost sight of the demon, the area was completely bare and he was no where in sight, she sighed as she closed her eyes, drawing all her energy together, she grabbed her round metal Frisbee, with a flick of her wrist, she sent it in the same direction of where the demon was. There was a dull thud and sickening sound of flesh tearing, the invisibility wore off, revealing the body turning to goo, the Frisbee flew back into her hand, letting her buckle it back into it’s proper place, she walked up to the body and smirked down at it.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I forget that I also knew that you could turn yourself invisible?” she asked with a mock innocence then shrugged her shoulders “Bit late to tell you that now.” She muttered before heading toward the park to relax on the swing for a little while.

            Hermione sighed as she settled herself on the swing, she set the swing in motion as she got lost in her thoughts once more, while in the distance there was a shadow watching the young woman, they smirked lightly before blending in with the shadow.

******

            Hermione woke up with a huge smile, she had dusted a couple of vampires and two demons the night before so she felt really refreshed, the other reason she felt really happy was that Harry was with her and safe. Hermione giggled as she bounded out of her room down to the kitchen, her mother was at a meeting this morning so she wasn’t going to back for another hour or so. Hermione switched the C.D Player on and pressed play, she started swinging her hips to the beat as the music started up.

You can choose the channel

When we're watching the TV

Oh babe - it's okay

And you can choose the flavour

When we're ordering ice cream

I don't mind, yeah that's fine

I do - hoo hoo -

Anything for you - hoo hoo

Harry woke up to a kind of rocking music filling the house; he grabbed his glasses and slipped them on before sliding out of bed and heading down the stairs. He stopped at the kitchen door and smiled brightly when he saw Hermione dancing about and singing along while collecting the equipment and food she needed to make breakfast.

Ah it's alright if you sleep with

Your socks on - oh babe it's okay

And you can hurt my head

With your favourite rock song

I don't mind - yeah that's fine

For you - hoo hoo there

Nothing I wouldn't do - hoo hoo

You can put a hole in my shoe

But in my car, I’ll be the driver

In my car I’m in control

In my car I come alive and

In my car I’m in control

Watch me now

You can blame when you run outta

Razors oh babe it's okay

And I will run around when

You ask me for favours

I don't mind that's fine

For you - hoo hoo there

Nothing I wouldn't do - hoo hoo

You can put a hole in my shoe

But in my car, I’ll be the driver

In my car I’m in control

In my car I come alive and

In my car I’m in control

Watch me now

I don't mind if you think you're

The strong one yeah

Oh, babe it's okay

And you can have your way honey

Even when you're wrong

I don't mind, yeah that's fine!

For you - hoo hoo there

Nothing I wouldn't do - hoo hoo

You can put a hole in my shoe

But in my car, I’ll be the driver

In my car I’m in control

In my car I come alive and

In my car I’m in control

Watch me now

But in my car, I’ll be the driver

In my car I’m in control

In my car I come alive and

In my car I’m in control

Watch me now

Not you - hoo hoo not you hoo

Hoo not you hoo hoo

Yeah in my car, I’ll be the driver

Yeah in my car, I’ll be the driver

Hermione spun around as the song ended only to give a little shriek when she saw Harry standing there with a huge grin; he started applauding at the show he saw.

“That was great, do you take requests.” Harry asked with a sly grin, Hermione laughed.

“How long having you been standing there?” she asked as Harry walked in the kitchen and sat down when she pointed to the chair.

“When you said it was alright if you slept with your sock on.” Harry admitted, Hermione nodded as she picked up the plates and placed them on the mats, Harry looked down at his plate and saw that he had ham, fried eggs, sausages and hash brown with a glass of orange juice. “You can cook.” Harry asked.

“Yes, I learnt at a young age, my dad taught me.” Hermione admitted with a sad smile, Harry looked at her with concern shining through his eyes. “I’m okay, I promise.” Hermione smiled at him, easing his concerns.

“Okay, but, just so you know, you can talk to me about it if you want,” Harry offered, Hermione felt her heart melt.

“Thanks Harry.”

“So, where did you disappear to last night?” Harry asked; Hermione choked on a piece of sausage.

“Excuse me?” Hermione asked.

“I saw you leaving the house last night, I couldn’t really sleep so I was sitting at the window when I saw you leave.” Harry explained.

“I do that every night, I need to have a walk at night before going to sleep, it gives me time to think and it makes it easier for me.” Hermione explained, Harry nodded, accepting the answer as he finished off his food. “Would you like some more?” Hermione asked; Harry looked up at her.

“Sure, if it’s not too much bother.”

Hermione giggled

“It’s no bother Harry, here, give me your plate.” Hermione asked while holding out her hand, Harry handed her the plate, he watched her as she moved around the room, getting the food. He knew that she was hiding something from him, it was the same feeling as he felt in their third year, with the time tuner but pushed it off, he knew that she would tell him when she was ready and he would be there, ready to help her.

            There was a tapping noise at the window, Harry looked toward it and smiled when he saw Pig.

“Ron must have written a letter.” Harry stated as he walked over to the window, he opened it, letting Pig through the window. Pig settled himself on the table, holding his leg out; Harry took the letter as Hermione gave him a treat.

Harry unfolded the letter but was confused when he saw it was Hermione. “It’s for you.” Harry explained as he handed it to her, Hermione closed her eyes before taking the letter, she opened it and quickly read it before crumpling it up, she threw it down before running up the stairs.

            Curious to know what got her all worked up, Harry picked up the letter and uncrumpled it, he read it, his eyes going wide at each words, he couldn’t believe what Ron was suggesting.

‘How could you Hermione, how could you cheat on me with Harry? I hope you two are having a good time with each other behind my back! I love you and I really believed that you loved me too but you are nothing but a scarlet woman (Harry sighed and rolled his eyes) Rita was right, you are just a user, using boys for your little games. Why does
Harry gets everything, it’s because he’s famous and has all the money isn’t it? Enjoy being together as long as you can because I can guarantee that it will be the last time you till see each other!’

            Harry was stunned, he and Hermione are not together, so where is all this coming from and why would Ron threaten them? Harry knew that Ron had a crush on Hermione but didn’t think that it went this deep and he practically shouted at Hermione.

Harry knew that Ron had problems because of his frame but honestly thought that Ron would get over it, given time but this letter just proved to him that Ron was still childish as usual. Harry crumpled the letter back up, he headed up the stairs to comfort Hermione; he knew that she needed it but wondered if she will accept it.

Hey Guys, thanks for all the reviews for the last chapter and I hoped you liked this one.

The song is in my car (I’ll be the driver) by Shania Twain (Up) I really loved this song and I wanted Hermione to be happy.

Did warn you at the beginning there are some OOC, sorry if the violence at the top unsettled anyone but it’s part of the story and will be a regular thing.