A/N: I got the idea for this story the other day a thought i would write a sample chapter if you guys think this is worth continuing then I'll try to keep it updated.

Chapter 1: A Wedding and A Funeral

The year had started quite diferantly than it had for several years. A bushy haired brunette sat on the dark steps outside a small house on privet drive. For the past six years she and her friends had fallen into a routine. Her friend Harry would stumble upon some strange a bizarre mystery that no one but he could solve. He would solve the mystery usually risking his life in the process and every one would go home at the end of the school term almost completely unfazed. That was until the end of their six year when their headmaster was murdered by a fellow teacher. Ever since that day she lost all hope in school and devoted her life to battling the very evil that had caused her dear headmaster's life.

She heard the door behind her open and close as her best friend sat down next to her. The boy had a sad look upon his face as he snuck glances at the livingroom window. She had been able to hear him arguing with his aunt and uncle. Gently patting his back she hoped that he could put his hatred for the Durselys behind him.

'You knew they weren't going to be very sympathetic.' She managed to say weakly.

'I know Hermione doesn't make it any easier though.' He remarked looking up at the moonlight. 'I bet Fleur is driving Molly bonkers.' Harry said finally letting a smile broke out across his lips.

Hermione knew that he only brought up the subject because he was eager to see his girlfriend Ginny. Getting up Hermione walked down the drive to the street. Taking out a tarnished lighter she raised it into the air and clicked the striker. Instead of igniting a flame the lamppost in front of the Durselys home went out. Before pocketing the light-outer she rubbed its tarnished surface. The false lighter had belonged to the headmaster. Harry walked up to her in the darkness and the pair vanished with a loud crack.

The Weaselys lived on a stretch of land they had named the burrow. The Burrow housed a small cottage with a tall swaying tower that protruded up several stories. The grass that normally surrounded the house replaced by a field of white and purple flowers. The Weasleys had spent a month now preparing for the wedding.

Nothing pleased Harry more than the thought that something good could come out of the dread the Dark Lord had spread over Briton. The pair of wizards walked to the front door of the Weasley home in silence. Harry opened the old battered door as a rush of laughter and merriment assaulted him. The interior of the Weasley home had never looked cheerier. The walls decked with flowers and candles and the hearth decorated with pictures of the newlyweds.

A tall boy about Harry's age with bright fire red hair bounded over and gave Harry a strong hug. 'Bloody hell mate I never thought you two would get here.'

'We got a little held up.' Hermione responded slipping an arm around his waist. 'You know how absent minded Harry can get.'

Rolling his eyes Harry let the comment slid. 'Sorry we couldn't make the ceremony.' He said apologizing.

'No big deal mate Fleur and Bill have been so wrapped up in each other I dont think they know exactly who came.' The Weasley boy said taking a swig of fire whiskey.

'Ronald Weasley when did you sart drinking?' Hermione scolded taking the flask from his hands.

'Blimey Ron the two of you arn't even engaged yet and you're already bickering at each other.' Harry joked slapping his friend on the shoulder.

Hermione blushed deep crimson however Ron simply smiled. 'The way I see it we've spent over six years arguing with each other so that when we do get married I can enjoy some peace and quiet.' Ron said moving out of the way before hermione could hit him. Turning about he wandered into the kitchen.

'Honestly if I wasn't crazy about the boy I would probably kill him.' Hermione said with a chuckle.

Slapping her on the back Harry walked into th sitting room slash livingroom to mingle with Fleur's parents.

The night sky was dark over the Burrow. The wedding party stood about the orchard as they broke down the chairs and decorations. Ginny was helping a young Frenchman named Gaston disassemble the lattice work arches. Gaston was handsome enough in a French sort of way. He had short curly brown hair and wore elegant eighteenth century cloths. While they talked Ginny kept being drawn to his electric blue eyes every glance she took mesmerised her. She let herself get so wrapped up in his eyes that she dropped the lattice over hang she was holding.

Leaning down Gaston picked it up for her. 'I think you dropped this.' The Frenchman said holding out the panel.

'What? Oh I'm sorry.' She replied gathering up the pieces of lattice work. 'We should get back.' She remarked looking rather red in the face.

The two young wizards began to wonder back to the Weasely home. Ginny was posativly beside herself she had to fight to keep from giggling audibly. Gaston seemed to notice as a smile quickly spread across his face.

'You are very beautiful Ginny.' He said placing a hand upon her arm.

She stopped and looked up into his eyes. A small voice in the back of her head reminded her of Harry but the rest of her brain wasn't paying any attention. She closed her eyes as if being instructed to all of a sudden she no longer felt like she was in control. It was as if she was stading outside of her body watching it move and act on it's own. Gaston bent down and kissed her lightly on the neck. Ginny felt like she was in heaven as he sweeped his lips along her shoulder before returning to the crook where her neck and skull met. Kissing her several more times he breathed deeply letting the hot steam warm her skin. Gently he nibbled at her skin and then bit into the skin lightly. Ginny felt the ecstasy erupt inside of her as his teeth sank into her jugular. She felt warm and wonderfull for the moment that felt like forever. However, a split second later she felt a chill sweep over her body. Her skin changed several shades of white as Gaston slowly removed his irregularly large canines for her neck. He had drained her till she was nearly dry. Gaston laughed maniacally into the evening air. He had not only fed upon her blood but her innocence. She had such a pure aura about her that he had been unable to resist the chance to spoil her. He leaned down and picked up her frail form launching himself into the air.

Harry was helping Ron and Molly wash the dirty pots and pans. He couldn't help thinking that he had not seen Ginny the whole evening. He had just finished with a stack of plates when a shrill laugh broke through the cheer banter of the kitchen. Harry noticed Fleur tense up and look about the room.

Fleur shook her head slowly in denile. 'No Uncle Gaston.' She said in a whisper.

'What did you say?' Bill wondered sitting next to her at the over sized kitchen table.

'I am afraid young Ginny is in grave danger.' She said softly moving to kitchen door.

Harry tore off his apron and dashed out the back door. Looking about he franticly searched for the source of the laugh. The sound became clearer and much louder. Harry whiped his head around to see the Ginny's lifeless form in the arms of a young French wizard standing atop the tower. The rest of the wedding part came stumbeling outside. Molly shrieked and fainted into her husband Arthur's arms. The Delocours stood about shouting up at the man in French.

Gaston ignored them and adjusted Ginny in his arms. Holding out his finger he pressed his finger into Ginny's mouth her teeth changing instinctivly. He skewerd his finger on one of her canines letting the blood flow down her throat. Removing his finger he tossed the girls lifeless form unceremoniously from the roof before vanishing.