Dracoula: The Vampire Within

Dracoula

By Matt Coggins

Surprisingly, the bite from the werewolf didn't hurt. The only thing that hurt was the transformation.

Hermione looked fearfully at the full moon that had come out of the clouds. I felt pain in my insides, and before I knew it, I was a werewolf, and I wanted revenge.

I charged at Dracoula, thrashing my claws at him. I think I stuck a few in him, but he kept fighting back. I growled and he laughed. He wasn't afraid of me!

More we fought, with each thrash from my paws I got angrier. I sunk my claws in his back and he screamed in pain. He flew up to the top of the North Tower and started to swipe his own claws at me. He scratched me on the arm and I fell down.

Of course I hit the ground and pretty hard too. I left little cracks in the ground. But with the new power of being a werewolf, I got pretty strong.

I got up, jumped up, and grabbed Dracoula's leg and he carried me into the forest and dropped me into some trees. Centaurs started charging at me, each firing an arrow at me. I escaped and ran under Malfoy, who was flying over the trees.

All of a sudden, a large grey hand grabbed Malfoy out of the sky. It was Grawp.

"Batman!" he said with glee. It began moving Malfoy around in the air like he was an action figure. I wanted the revenge to myself, so I scratched Grawp in the leg. In pain, the giant dropped the monster and Dracoula flew off. I followed him out of the trees.

That's when everything happened everything happened very fast. The moon went back behind the clouds and I changed back to a human. I angrily grabbed for my crossbow, and shot at Dracoula. He picked up Hermione and thrust her in front of himself.

I stopped shooting, but I couldn't stop the one arrow that was still soaring through the air. I went right through Hermione.

She slid off the arrow and hit the ground. Yes, I cried. I can admit it. The great Harry Potter cried. Everyone in this world expects me to be strong. I didn't cry when Ron or Reamus died. That might be because I didn't kill them. I didn't love them like I loved Hermione.

Malfoy picked up the arrow and clutched it his pale, clawed hand.

As I looked at him, I was now full of rage. The moon came back into the sky and I transformed. I jumped onto Malfoy and sunk in my claws- deep.

He screeched in pain, and raised the arrow in the air. With one last "Goodbye, Potter!", he drove the arrow into my heart.

That wasn't the end though. I took a wooden stake out of my pocket and stabbed him in the heart with it. The vampire started shriveling away and turned into dust. It was done. Dracoula was dead.

I fell to the ground right next to Hermione.

"H-Harry!" she said very feebly.

"D-don't-t t-t-talk-k," I returned. "H-Hermione, I love you. I've a-always loved-d y-you. I just-t w-want t-to kiss-s y-you b-before we..."

I didn't have to say it twice, for Hermione kissed me right at that minute. It was the best kiss we ever shared.

"I-I love y-you too," Hermione sobbed as we parted.

A warm feeling came over us, and Hermione was living again. The love that my mother gave to me as a child- the love that saved me from Voldemort- had saved Hermione. Her wound closed up, and she breathed again.

I, on the other hand, was dead.

1/9/05