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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
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- 7-Ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
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- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
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The first experimental series hadn�t been as bad as she had
feared.�� It had almost been enjoyable in
fact, after the preceding six days.��
The first four of those
had been filled with her agony and the increasing frustration of Dr Green.� She could only remember bits and pieces.� What she could remember was a
charnel-house.� She had lost her voice
several times from the screaming.

Pain... pain... pain�embarrassment and shame �demands and questions she
couldn�t answer� the damned black rose over and over. ��Different roses to check whether there might
be something wrong with the first.
Her memory somehow only retained what amounted to snapshots
from the whole nightmare.� She could feel there was more, like an oily black
bubble quarantined in her mind.� She
couldn�t seem to push past the debilitating sick horrified feeling to find out
what lay beneath.� All she had were
isolated flashes and a persistent deep sense of unease. ��
A metal claw holding her eyes open while the �good doctor�
heated a needle.� �We can do this as often
as you please. I�m starting to think you enjoy
the sensation.��
Begging and pleading and raving inanities.�
Having her finger and toe nails torn out for the third time,
while she screamed for Tom... For Rodolphus... Uriel�� She might have even screamed for Gellert at
some point in there.��
With the periodic passing out from the torture and then the
increasing use of muggle drugs and wizarding potions when the torture wasn�t
enough to keep the blasted rose white, she wasn�t even sure what had actually
happened and what she had hallucinated.
� She remembered some things that obviously weren�t possible.�
�
She had fleeting flashes of Lucius disembowelling her and
force-feeding her pieces of her own entrails with a knife and fork. �She remembered Harry standing behind Dr Green
smiling as the doctor burned her inner thighs over and over with an electric
wire and screamed questions at her.� She�
she remembered Dr Green�s black gloved hand touching
her between the legs, fucking her with his two middle fingers while he leaned
over her with a cold expression �� then
somehow his hand turned into a rat that was biting and trying to crawl up into her..�
There were other things.�
Horrible things.�
It was quite hazy toward the end.�� She thought she recalled the sound of Grindelwald�s
voice yelling at some point, but it might have been another hallucination.�
She wasn�t even sure how much she had even managed to keep
from revealing.� She only hoped that the
growing rage and frustration of Dr Green in her vague memories meant that he
hadn�t succeeded in getting the worst out of her.�
And then it had been over.�
When she�d been woken after the healing, it was the evening
of the sixth day and she was tired.� Her
entire body ached and her head felt filled with filth encrusted cotton wool.� �
Dr Green had been restrained and furious when he had
informed her that they would be moving on to experimentation.� He had not given any indication whether this
was because he couldn�t� get the answers, had gotten all the answers, had been
instructed to do so or had decided to so do.��
He was thin lipped for that evening and the food that was shoved through
the door flap was cold.��

She chose to take that as a good sign.
And so today the experiments had begun.�
What with the kind of questions the doctor had asked in the
part of her questioning that she could
remember, she had expected that it would be a lot worse.��
All day long today, people of all kinds had been brought in,
one after another, to sit with her in her room for half an hour each.�

Just sit.�
Of course, Dr Unpleasant hadn�t granted her the grand
privilege of clothing. But he also hadn�t stopped her from wrapping herself in
her blue blanket for the day, which was at least something.
Sometimes she was allowed to talk to the person who was in
the room. �Other times they were sternly
warned not to even look at each other.��
Sometimes they were instructed to sit together on her bed without
touching, and other times the person was led to a seemingly random place on the
floor and told to sit there and not move. ��It all seemed quite random.
She was sure it wasn�t
at all random.� Doctor Green was
indisputably a sadistic, psychopathic arsehole, but she didn�t have the
impression that he was an incompetent fool or a madman.
The people seemed all quite different to one another,
although they all wore the same dark blue full body overalls.� Almost all were adults.� Most, but not all, were male.� A few of them looked terribly gaunt and
emaciated but most seemed in tolerable health and some even had an air of
wealth and polish to them.� Some of the
people seemed very frightened to be there, some seemed excited and others could
have been sitting in a waiting room, for all they interest they showed.�
With the ones she was permitted to talk to (There were
fifteen of those.� Exactly half.� She�d been counting.), the impressions she�d
gotten varied broadly.� Most of them were
quite friendly and said that they knew they were taking part in an
experiment.� Some were doing it for money
and some for their studies and some simply out of interest, while others were
quite cagey about why they were doing it�
(Generally, those ones also stared at her in a somewhat unsettling
manner).��
The ones who didn�t seem
to think they were taking part in an experiment were also generally the more
frightened ones.� One young girl who
couldn�t have been older than seven spoke in German about a man who came to her
room in the middle of the night and stole her voice and took her away from her
house.� She didn�t know where she was and
wanted her mother. She was frightened of the noises at night and it smelled
funny.� She didn�t like the man with the stick.
And that was the other
part.�� From what she could tell from
the ones with whom she did speak.� All of
them were muggles.
Which was troubling in and of itself, obviously.�
If what she suspected was
what the Doctor had planned, these people would be utterly useless to her �
they had no magic.�

So these people�these thirty people �
two of them children�essentially
represented people she might be forced to �do things�with, against her will,
for absolutely no valid reason whatsoever.
And she couldn�t exactly just tell Dr Green not to bother.�
How would that work, without
explaining exactly what was �wrong� with her?!��
��

But she didn�t much fancy having to so much as touch any of the people she�d met today � even the adults � friendly and
pleasant though some of them had seemed.
So it was a dilemma.��
�At least it was infinitely better than the days she spent
being tortured.
Hermione mused on this as she spooned her lukewarm porridge
with raisins.�

This was her dinner.

She hated raisins, but she had the feeling she would need the sugar.�
The quiet tick of the door lock releasing snapped her eyes
in that direction and had her entire body tense and shivery in half a second,
tucking the blankets around herself tightly.

She liked it when she was alone in her room.�
When the door opened, anything could happen.� Perhaps Dr Green was going to continue with
his interrogation now.� Perhaps the next
phase�or what she suspected was likely to be the next phase... was about to
begin right now.� ��
She clenched her spoon when Dr Green walked in.� He seemed even more irritable than he had
been earlier when he had taken away the last test subject and told her that she
would be fed in an hour.
�You are �apparently... to be permitted a visitor, at our Lord�s
insistence.��

He pronounced the word �visitor� as if it were serving synonym for �pus-filled
boil�
Hermione blinked back at him warily.� If it was someone that Dr Green was not
pleased to be bringing her, it was probably not going to be something terrible.
She just about dropped her bowl and jumped out of bed in joy
when Uriel walked in.

His unrealistic doll-like perfection was even more conspicuous in this
place.� His hair was bound back in a
queue and he was wearing what probably passed for muggle attire for him � stiff
collared shirt, silver cravat, black waistcoat and pants and a grey velvet
frock coat.�� He looked about half a
century too late for the ball, but he was unquestionably breath-taking.�� He might as well have trotted in on a white
charger!��
She was saved!� Uriel
could take her out of here!� He could
tell Grindelwald what was happening at least.�
Or� come up with a plan�or�
Rationality returned with a dissonant clang and was about as
welcome as a swift kick in the teeth

No.� No he wouldn�t do any of those
things.� He had told her when he left her
in that bedroom that she would have to play up to Grindelwald and get on his
good side.� He couldn�t or wouldn�t take
her out of here � he�d made it quite clear.
He was probably just here for her blood.
She slumped again.
�Such an enthusiastic greeting.� an accented voice drawled,
amused.� �One might think you are not
pleased to see me.�
She raised her eyes briefly and lowered them again to her
porridge, poking at it with the spoon before laying it to the side where she
couldn�t fiddle with it.
�I am...� she argued listlessly.� �I just��
She shook her head.
�-Is there some reason that you are still here, Josef?��
She glanced up again.�
Uriel was peering with distaste at Dr Green, who stood to the side with
his hands clasped behind his back and did not appear to have any intention of
leaving.
�Gellert has insisted I show you to her.� He has not
specified that you are to be left with her.�
A lot of time and effort has gone into controlling conditions around the
girl.� You, vampire, are not part of those calculations.� You may see her.� Speak with her.� No more.�
The dark haired youth snorted in amusement.� �You will need to recalculate then, it
seems.� I am here for dinner.� It was rather expensively purchased and I wish
to enjoy it without your ghoulish presence
hanging over me.� Go and�do whatever else
it is you do when you are not in this room.�
Hermione actually cowered down in the bed at the venom on Dr
Green�s face.�� This was not good.�� She wanted to start pleading now just to save time later.
And the Doctor knew
it, too. �He flashed her a nasty little
tight lipped smile before turning on his heel and stalking from the room.
Horrified, she glared at her �guest�.� �God� why did you do that?!� Do you have any idea
what he�s going to do to me?!� You could
have� have� been polite.� I don�t
know.� You could have just�not done THAT.� He is going to beat me twenty shades of black
and blue and then he�s going to heal me and do it over again!� He�s-� Hermione hyperventilated just a little
while the vampire rolled his lilac eyes and moved to close the door.
�I see that your time here has not been spent in quiet
meditation and contemplation� he observed wryly, drawing his wand and pausing a
moment to cast several wards and, what she assumed, from the context, were
probably privacy spells.� He seemed
satisfied after a while and sheathed his wand again.

�I also cannot help noticing that you appear to be nearing complete magical
depletion.� It was quite hard to miss,
since it�s been grating at me half the week like a toothache.��
Hermione blinked.�

�What?�
Uriel snorted.� It
sounded polite, if such a thing was possible.�
�You haven�t noticed?�
She frowned, feeling irritability rise up like a foaming
wave.� �How should I bloody notice?!� In case you missed the memo, I can�t use my
magic.� I can�t even feel it.� It�s not
there!� There�s no magic meter on my
forehead which says my tank is running on empty.� And�and even if there was � I�m in a bloody cage!� There are no mirrors...� And even if there WERE�� she could feel
herself getting a bit hysterical now but ploughed on anyway �EVEN IF I KNEW �
what the bloody hell do you suppose I should do about it here?!� ��You heard the creepy bastard - �a lot of time
and effort has gone into controlling conditions around the girl� � If I�m
magically depleted, then it�s because he wants me to be for whatever
reason.� Otherwise he�d � �� She stopped.��

�Oh.�� She mumbled discontentedly.� �That�s why.�
The vampire just looked confused.� �Memo?�
Yes� I must have missed that.�
What exactly is it?�
�Oh shut up� she snapped grumpily.�
She flinched back automatically from the man towering over
her a fraction of a second later, crawling backward on the bed to get away.� There was a dull crash and splot as her
porridge shattered on the floor as it was swept from the bed in her haste.

�Respect...� The vampire warned in a
low voice. �It was necessary for me to demean myself again in order to
persuade Gellert to allow me to come here.�
You will remember your place!�
�I�m sorry� she whispered quickly. �I�m sorry.� I won�t do it again. I didn�t mean-�
�Enough� he muttered irritably.� �Your simpering is almost as bad as your
insolence.�� This is an unsavoury place
for you to be.� It is not benefitting you
� and it is far more inconvenient for
me to reach you here.��

With a sigh he lowered himself gracefully to sit on the edge of the bed.� �Stop cowering now.� You are�safe.�
For the present, at least.�� He
rubbed his forehead and pinched the bridge of his nose as if tired and
frustrated.�
Hermione watched him warily.
After a while he glanced up at her and sighed again.� �What did you mean?� The... memo� or whatever it was that you
mentioned.�� You seem to be suggesting
that Josef is deliberately allowing you to become dangerously magically
depleted.� Does he realise?� Is he thinking to try to render you a squib?�
The idea was one she hadn�t considered.� Was it even possible?� Could she just become a squib and no longer
have this problem?!�� Surely if she had
no magic, she wouldn�t be using it in whatever way she did to attract others to
desire her.�

Of course� without magic, she would also never
be going home.

She discarded the idea a moment later.�
It didn�t seem like something that Dr Green would be interested in
doing.� He wanted to study her.� He wasn�t interested in solving the problem
quickly.� Neutralizing her right now wouldn�t
be his plan.
�I think he just wants me to be motivated to leap into bed with a lot of random
wizards� she told the vampire quietly.�
�That�s probably the point.�
Uriel digested this silently.

�There have been a number of unexplained disappearances in Britain this week.�
He remarked, out of the blue. �Hogwarts students.� There doesn�t seem to be a pattern to
it.� The Aurors apparently have no
suspects��
Hermione�s mouth went dry.

�Do you�know any of the names of the victims?!�
He turned to her with a raised eyebrow as if questioning her
intelligence.� �Of course. All of them.�� And those who will soon join them. �
�You�re-!� She
squeaked but he interrupted her with a dismissive wave.
�Oh not personally,
obviously.� I do have better things to do
with my time than jaunt over to England and hunt a handful of children.�
She bit her lip �� Abraxas Malfoy isn�t-�
�Not yet.�� Those that
are marked as your close acquaintances still live.� For the present.� �I believe the Malfoys are among the families
offering significant rewards for alliances with the Dark Lord.��

He frowned at her chastisingly, when she looked relieved at this.�

�Surely you must realise that there is no real prospect of such an alliance?! ��Did Gellert seem the kind of man to you, who shares
his toys with foreign schoolboys?!�� And,
more to the point, it is not in your interests
that they continue to breathe. �They will
continue to drain you.�� His expression
darkened at that and he seemed to become distracted.�

�You say you believe that Josef is intending to expose you to many men in this
experiment?�
He�d called him that before too, she recalled. Joseph.� Zeph.��
Dr Green.� Josef Green.� Didn�t sound familiar.� How could Grindelwald�s brother have just
been forgotten in the history books?!!�
Surely someone must know?!�

She filed the thought away even as she offered the vampire a grimacing nod.

�I�yes.� I think so� �� She swallowed and looked away, feeling
irrationally embarrassed at having to
talk about it.� As if it was somehow her fault!�� As if she wanted this or wasn�t bothered by it.��

�And it�s not just wizards� she whispered unhappily. ��It�s probably muggles too!� There were
thirty of them here today.�

�- Nothing happened though!� she added hastily. �They were just�here.� I didn�t have to... do anything�� Yet��hung
unsaid on the end of her sentence.
�So many?!� Uriel
sounded deeply disturbed.� �This will
quickly get out of hand.� So many drawing
from you� it is dangerous.��
They both sat in silence for several minutes, neither
looking at the other but both deep in thought.
Hermione broke the quiet first.�� She couldn�t help it � she couldn�t sit here
and think rationally about what was coming any longer.� Something inside felt cold and quavery when
she did.�

�I� I don�t know if I can do this.�� She tried to say, but it came out as more of
a squeaky choked whimper

she thought about what she�d just said and snorted bitterly.�

�Oh - I�m sure that he can find ways to force me to do it.� All he really needs to do is tie me down � I
don�t have to be willing for what he
wants.�� She took a breath and paused,
steadying her voice.� She was not going
to burst into bloody tears right now.�
She wasn�t!��

�What I mean is - I�m not sure I can do this and not lose my mind.�
�Looking down she examined the palms of her
hands with interest that she didn�t feel. �Please�� Please Uriel!!� You have to help me!� I can�t � ��
She stopped, feeling her throat close and her voice quaver.
The vampire did not reply.�
When she eventually looked up, she saw he was staring at the
wall with narrowed eyes.� He appeared to
be thinking.
�It is�impossible� he said finally, sounding
frustrated.� �There is simply no
way.� Or if there is, then I cannot think
of it.�� There is nowhere...�
�Hogwarts!� she pleaded. �You could take me back there!!�
He snorted disbelievingly.�
�You do know that Gellert had an army poised to attack Britain mere
weeks ago?!� It is the first place he would go to look for
you.� And that professor�Albus
Dumbledore� He would not risk the children or the British wizarding population,
just to hide you.� He has some personal
affinity with Gellert, I think.��
Hogwarts is the last place I
would venture to go.�

He huffed, sneering, but he looked quite perturbed.�

�There is nowhere I could take you in the mundane world that would be far
enough to stop Gellert from finding us.��
And as for the world of my kind�
No.� Your discovery would be immediate
and your death swift.� And I do not
intend to throw my life away just to prevent an Epshani from being fucked.�
It is what you are made to do.� Do
not be so dramatic. �You will enjoy it �
whether you wish to or not.� You will not
be able to help it.� The magic will see
to it!� Josef is not entirely foolish.� And he
will be quick to interpret his measurements soon enough and start disposing of
his problem.��

He swallowed, looking as if he was mainly trying to convince himself.

�The real difficulty will be that he may quickly realise what you are.� That will change matters.�� He looked worried again.� �And�of course if he does� Gellert may believe that I was unaware
of your nature� but the inquisitors of the Concilate will not be so
credulous.� The discovery of an Epshani
is an event that occurs perhaps once in an aeon.� To have been intimately involved with the
last known specimen and then claim not to have recognised another when I was
known to have been drinking from it...��
The vampire snorted humourlessly and got up from the bed to pace
restlessly around the room.��
Hermione watched, biting her lip hard and trying to be as
inconspicuous as possible.�� There was
something in the other man�s movements that reminded her of a tiger in a
cage.� She had the fear that he might
suddenly decide that the best thing for him would be if she were no longer
alive to be a problem.�

It was arguably true, she admitted to herself reluctantly, but that didn�t mean
that she was ok with being killed as a matter of convenience.�
She really�.really� needed to think of a plan that the
vampire might consider feasible.��
Before he got to the point where he was ready to cut his losses.
�Are�are you...hungry?�� She tried, but it came out thinner and higher
than she�d intended,� and she cursed
herself for how obviously frightened she sounded.�
�The pretty youth�s
head had swung around to her as if she had waved a red flag at a bull.�

His mouth pulled up into a cruel sneer.�
�Do you think you can blind me with your blood?!� It could be ambrosia... milk from the bosom
of the goddess herself and I would still not give up my life for the taste!�
Hermione swallowed as the vampire stalked slowly closer.�� He looked sinister.

�I� I�m sorry!� she tried, hurriedly.��
�I wasn�t - I just�� I mean... yes.� Well
obviously I was trying to...what you
said� um�a little bit. But�but... my life is important to me too!� I don�t want to die.� Please don�t ��
She yelped as she found herself abruptly on her back, pinned
with such speed that she hadn�t even registered the movement.� She caught only a flash of narrowed lilac
eyes and vicious bared fangs and then he was tearing into her throat and she
was writhing and whimpering in sheer agony.��
Whatever influence he could use to make the feeding pleasant, he was not
using it now.� She had thought that it
had been the cruciatus effects when his first feeding in the darkened bedroom
had been so painful.� Clearly it had not been.� He could obviously make the feeding as
painful or as pleasurable as he chose.�

She was being punished again for her �insolence�.
It went against her every instinct but she knew she had to
be still and let it happen.�� It was too
late now for �the right words� or �a plan he might go for�.� If Uriel had decided to drain her �
realistically, there was nothing she could do to stop him.� She hadn�t been able to stop Rodolphus and Uriel
was so much stronger�
She closed her eyes and tried not to flinch away from the
sharp digging�the choking press�the insistent throbbing pain that seemed to be
igniting her nerves all the way down to her toes.�� It was not as bad as the cruciatus.� That, of course, didn�t say much.� Every other pain known to man was not as bad
as the cruciatus.�
To her overwhelming relief, a short while later the pain
began to ebb away and she felt the uncomfortable sensation of the vampire
detaching himself from her throat.�� He
raised himself up on his hands, the lower half of his face painted in red, and
mustered her.� His jaw was slack, lips
parted to display the wicked daggers within, and his lilac eyes were dilated,
giving him a somewhat dazed expression.

�You do not taste as appetising this way� he growled discontentedly.
Hermione only had a second to comprehend this promising
conclusion before her mind was fraying into threads of bliss.� She writhed again, moaning, but for a very
different reason now.� She could not try
to remain still.� She was no longer in
the position to exert any kind of
control over herself.� She wasn�t even
aware of herself undulating and straining toward the creature above her.� She was a being composed of delight and awe,
lost in the throes of worship.� Uriel
lowered his head once more and she felt him lapping gently at her throat, as if
testing the temperature of water with a toe before plunging in.
She would have been surprised, had she been in any fit state
to register much of her environment at all, to feel one of his hands move from
where it had been restraining her, to the crotch of his pants.�

The vampire stilled momentarily, as if surprised himself.
Hermione, in her helpless rubbing and whining registered
none of this.� She only knew that she was
full of ecstatic, desperate need� and
then�she was being filled and her need was being slaked with every wondrous
plunging thrust. �She screamed as she was
brought to fall again and again.�� She
felt the deep tearing bite.� It seemed to
complete the indefinable circuit of their bodies, and she couldn�t distinguish
the climbs from the blinding climaxes any longer.
�and then, without warning, she was abruptly extremely dizzy
and tired � awareness and sensation guttering like a candle.��

The euphoria seeped away like water through her fingers while, above her, Uriel
spat words in a foreign tongue that sounded like expletives.� His wand was at her throat healing her and a
phial was forced to her lips so insistently that it knocked sharply against her
tooth.
She swallowed the iron sour liquid, managing not to choke on
it.
Only then, with her mind returning to her, did she mentally
process the fact that the other man did not appear to be wearing any
clothing.��

There was no time to muse on the way his irrationally well-proportioned upper
body matched his unnaturally perfect features, as she was swiftly struck by the
shocking realisation that the man�the vampire
who claimed he was beyond caring about rutting�
was currently buried balls deep in her.��

As if her noticing it had reminded the other of their position he shifted,
withdrawing slightly.
Hermione moaned involuntarily at the delicious slick
friction of the movement, instinctively straining upward with her hips and
clenching as if she could keep Uriel where he was by grip alone.�

The question of whether she should be doing this was not up for discussion
right now.� It wasn�t even on the table.� It was not so much as in the same
hemisphere�universe�dimension�as the table.��
Her want was like a rabid
creature inside her, thrashing about for anything that might slake its hunger.
The too-perfect face grimaced in unexpected pleasure and she
heard him groan, low and needy.�� Then he
was sliding back into her, slow and deep and hard and she saw stars.�� She felt the vampire�s influence shading in
around the edges of her perception again, blurring her mind slightly, but he
did not lean down to bite her.� He rode
her skilfully to a final, most satisfying climax before he gasped, his entire
body taut, and came, with a muffled broken moan against her throat. �Only then did he take a final, delicate bite,
drinking slowly with low growls of enjoyment. �Afterward, he rubbed his face against her neck
like an affectionate cat, and let himself relax upon her.
Her higher reasoning functional once more, Hermione
considered what had just happened.
She felt better now, in some way.� Something�some ache that had been unnoticed �
like a sound that is so faint and constant that one ceases to hear it at all �
was indefinably lessened now.
The thought of Tom rose reluctantly in her mind and she felt
the faint stirrings of the guilt she would no doubt drown in when she had hours
to obsess over this later.
Uriel shifted slightly, curling his arm more tightly around
her.�

She wondered whether it had anything to do with the direction of her
thoughts.�� He obviously didn�t feel
moved enough to comment either way.
�Dr Green is going to know� she whispered,
There was a long silence and then, murmured next to her ear,
�yes.�
�Grindelwald is going to know� she concluded.
Silence.
Hermione fumbled for how to ask what she most wanted to
know.�� As it turned out, the vampire was listening to her inner turmoil,
because he responded to her question before she could even formulate it.
�I wanted you�� I
found I wanted more than I had
expected.��

�With what I am risking for you, I saw no reason to deny myself� he added
almost defensively.� �Perhaps it was your
magic seeking to replenish itself.� My
rationale seemed�most convincing at
the time.�
She wondered whether or not she should resent that.�� She felt�troubled�when she thought of Tom�
and she felt more than a little worried about what would happen when Dr Green,
and thus Grindelwald�learned of
it.� But for the fact that it had
happened at all, she felt nothing.�
Relief, if anything.� She was
feeling better now... and the warm smooth body lying against her was
comforting.
�What will you-�
Uriel groaned under his breath in irritation, beginning to
rouse himself and move from her.� She had
to stop herself from putting her arms around him and pulling him back
down.�� He had made it clear that he did
not welcome liberties taken on his person.
Standing, he was breath-taking.�� She wondered at what point he vanished his
clothing � it had all seemed to happen in a blur.

Uriel�s hair had loosened itself from its queue during their exertions and he
combed a hand through it distractedly as he paced again, wand in his other hand.
�I will have to go to him.�
Inform him before Josef does.�
Take my�punishment...� he
snarled the last and it turned his angelic face into a demon rictus for a
moment.�
�You could kill Dr ��
The vampire glared at her and shot her another expression
like she was stupid.�� His brother?!� Half though it might be, Gellert would end
me, one way or another � he could twist the arm of the conciliate with the
agreements most of them have made to him.��
He is very protective of his brother, for all that it seems that it is
the other way around.�� He clenched his
eyes shut and massaged his forehead.� �I
don�t know what he will do to me for-� he snorted nastily� �- defiling
you.�� Despite our long years of
acquaintance, or perhaps because of
it - I am certain that it will be momentously painful and unpleasant.� There are very few ways to kill my kind and
he is familiar with all of them.�� It
leaves him a lot of room to exercise his creativity.�
�He flicked his wand
perfunctorily and a pile of clothing appeared on the bed next to her.� The shirt was inside the vest and coat as if
the man inside had vanished and not the other way around.
Uriel moved to her side, disentangling it and dressing himself,
with an aura of distracted impatience.
She watched, wondering why the thought of Rodolphus�
punishment had made her so upset while this merely left her concerned about
what might happen to her.��

Had she changed so much?� �Had Rodolphus helped her any more than this vampire had?�
Perhaps she had changed.�� Her former self would never have questioned
the degree to which another had been of use to her.� It wouldn�t have even entered into her
calculations.� She would have felt
empathy for the pain and guilt for her part in it.�
�What will happen to me?� she asked, hating herself for the
fact that that was her primary
concern now.
The vampire seemed to shrug.�
�Perhaps he will be somewhat infuriated, but I doubt that he will punish
you.�
How could you be expected to restrain me�helpless as you are?!�

Perhaps he will even see the error of his ways regarding this �research� that he has permitted his
brother to undertake.� If he cannot stand
the thought of me having you� how
should he tolerate the thought of countless wizards and muggles pawing at you?!� Actually�this could all work in your�our�favour, if I am able to present the
situation convincingly.�
Hermione nodded slowly, considering this.� It did seem plausible.� Perhaps Gellert had not realised what his
brother was truly intending to do.��

But then�.he had said that it would be uncomfortable for her.�� He had looked
uncomfortable about it.�� She wasn�t
entirely convinced that he was completely in the dark.
Uriel fastened the last button on his vest and brushed his hands
down the material, smoothing it.

�Well.� He said with reluctant resolution �-I suppose I cannot delay it
further.�� Josef will be stalking around
outside the door, beside himself with
fury.� No doubt Gellert will soon be
informed of any measurements he has taken of the magical levels within this
room - Josef is a petty, vengeful man.� I
had better hurry to pay the piper before that happens.�
Hermione nodded again thoughtfully and was startled when the
vampire moved to her side and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the corner
of her lips.�� Despite what they had
done, she was certain that it was the first time that Uriel had kissed
her.�
�For luck� he murmured against her skin, lingering as if he
might kiss her again.� She turned her
face slightly in anticipation, but he had already stood and moved away.� He looked at her with uncertainty, as if he
were questioning himself, before he spun on the balls of his feet and strode to
the door, flinging it open and sweeping out of the room.
There was a long moment of silence and the beckoning dark
rectangle of the open door.
Then Dr Green slunk around the doorframe and into the
room.��
The doctor�s lank hair hung over his eyes and he wore a smug
expression that boded ill for her.

�That was�unexpectedly informative�� He observed quietly. ��At Hermione�s horrified expression, he
continued and confirmed her fears.�

�This is an observation room, foolish
girl � I had thought you would realise that.�
It is similar to a glass box, if one is standing in the right location
to observe. ��Your vampire may have
warded the room against eavesdropping, but I could watch and measure the
changes in magical reserves.�� He smirked
knowingly and Hermione was reminded unpleasantly of exactly what the �good
doctor� had just observed.� Suddenly, to
her mind, it was as if the man had been standing over them the entire time,
taking notes and making observations with that smirk plastered across his
sallow face.
��I should have thanked the animal - I had not thought to
include any magical creatures in my plans.��
Do you think, perhaps, they might be more severely affected by
your�condition?!�� The man paused as if
distracted by another thought�� -It did
seem the timing was unusually convenient.��
He frowned mildly but brightened as something else seemed to occur to him.

�Now of course� I may have to rearrange matters to bring you back to the point
you were at before.�� He smirked evilly.�
Hermione curled her knees up against her chest and wrapped
her arms around herself, minimising her exposure.� Even though the doctor had seen her naked for
an entire week now, she felt
vulnerable.
�Why?!� she whispered.�
�Uriel said � He said I was severely magically depleted.�� Why do you want that?!� What difference does it make?!� You�ll force me to do what you want either
way.�
Dr Green snorted in amusement.� �Are you impatient to start draining
them?�� Oh�you are hungry, are you
not?!� The vampire gave you a taste� �
He stepped further inside and Hermione felt the hairs stand
up on the back of her neck as her fingers clenched white on her arms wrapped
around herself.��

He knew!�
He knew he knew he knew!! ��He
wasn�t interested in an odd condition caused by a potions accident.� Somehow�he knew what she was.�� She couldn�t remember.� She must have told him.� During the questioning - somewhere in there,
she must have revealed it.� Oh god!��
The sinister man turned purposefully and closed the door
with a quiet, final, click.� �But I do
not think you are hungry enough to be obedient.�
You were�almost there yesterday�but now you have a spark in your eye
again.� You will be difficult.�� Typical Gellert.� Always interrupting at the worst times.� Even by proxy.�
�What do you want?!� she breathed, although she thought she
knew.
Dr Green smiled and drew his wand.
�Not everything I would investigate can be examined by
force.�� He raised his wand slowly, as if
he were attempting not to spook a frightened animal.� �I can coerce you� but it will distort my
findings.�� I will have no true measure
of your ability to control your
influence.�
Hermione frowned.�
Control?�� That was what he was
interested in?!� There was no control!� Did the idiotic man truly think that she
would be in this mess if she�d had a
choice?!�� Nothing�none of it�would have happened if she had been able to stop others
from irrationally desiring her.� She had
been a prisoner from the moment she discovered her �influence�.�
There was hardly any point in keeping the information to
herself now.� He knew what she was.�
�I can�t control
it.� She told him with as much conviction as she could inject into her
voice.�� I can�t control anything!!� If I could, Gellert would never have even
noticed me � I wouldn�t be HERE.�� She shook her head to emphasise her
point.�� This isn�t something that can
be controlled!� It just happens!� I don�t want it to, but it does!� The more I am around men, the more I�I�infect them!� When they touch me it gets worse.� It doesn�t ever stop!� They kill each other just to put me in their
own private prison cell and keep me to themselves.� Tom�Gellert� none of them listened when I
warned them.�� I know what you�re
planning and it�s going to go horribly wrong.�
You�re not rational anymore either! �
The man�s lips twisted into an ugly sneer.� �I am rational.� And you are ignorant.�� His sneer softened marginally as he
approached her slowly.� �They must teach
nothing in your school in Britain.� Do
you believe that vampires �creatures that in many ways parallel your kind � do
you believe that they do not learn to
charm their prey?!� For the first five to
ten years of their �life� for want of
a better word, their influence is mere instinct, uncontrollable,
unreliable.� They are closeted away
because they are unable to blend in with their environment.� Muggles wander about like drugged
sleepwalkers in their proximity.� Wizards
irrationally fear or desire them.� They
threaten the exposure of their race.�
This is why centuries of experience has fostered the bond between a
vampire and its sire.� They must be
raised by a skilled vampire; taught to sharpen their awareness of the new sense
they possess.�� He smiled tolerantly, as
if she were a slow child.�� Incubi and
succubi�another distant relative of your species � can only breed among their
own kind or with captive witches or wizards.�
Why?� Because halfblooded
offspring are so easily detected in
the wizarding and muggle worlds that they rarely survive puberty to learn to
control their instincts.

Your breed is rare�so rare.� I am
fortunate to have the chance to study such a creature.�
Hermione realised that she was gaping at him.�
Was that true?!� It
sounded plausible!� Could she somehow
learn to control this?!� Why hadn�t
Tom�Voldemort�known about that?!� He must
have known!� He was a Dark Lord and a
magical prodigy.� He knew a lot.�
He would have realised the similarities to other creatures if he had
known what she was.�

Had he known about it and not wanted
her to be able to control her ability!?�
Was it possible?�� It was possible
but � �
�Ah� you are thinking
about this.� Dr Green observed, pleased.��
�Perhaps you might even be amenable to cooperating� now that you understand that it might benefit you.�
Hermione took a breath and tried to be calm

�What�exactly� do you want me to do?!�
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