Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything really. What a shame.

A/N: I know you might not recognize any characters for a while from HP verse, but please bear with me. I do have a plot in mind. I promise!

A Future Riddle

Jessie "Jinx" Pandora

Jessie Pandora was just your average seventeen year old girl. She loved horses, soccer, Harry Potter, frappichino's, the works, and if you met her, you would probably say that she was your typical High School Senior. But what you don't know about Jessie, is that she's allergic to the sun. She drinks blood. Her heart doesn't beat, and she'll never grow old. That's right. What you don't know about Jessie Pandora, is that she's a Vampire.

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It all started on the night of her school's prom. She had gone with a date and her best friend to their Senior Prom. Jessie didn't usually go to dances or parties much, so the event had been interesting and very memorable. Especially when her best friend, Terry Norton, had stolen a dance away from Jessica Maybury, the most popular girl at Crossing Roads High. Terry had 'accidentally' knocked the cheerleader out of the way and began dancing the slow song with the captain of the football team, Jack Hudson, who was widely regarded to be the most handsome boy in a four county radius. Jack hadn't seemed to mind the swap much.

In the car ride home that night, or morning, however you look at it, Jessie had just finished listening to Terry recount her conquest for the hundredth time, when all of the sudden, a deer shot out in front of their car. Terry swerved the car so sharply, that it ran off the road and slammed right into a large oak tree.

Jessie wasn't quite sure when she had regained consciousness, but what she did know was that she was staring at her life long best friend's corpse. Terry's eye's were open in shock and her long black hair was drenched in the blood that was dripping from the gash on her forehead. Jessie, in a state of shock, slowly reached over and closed her friend's eyes. She forced herself to look away from the sight and managed to swallow a few lung fulls of air as she began disentangling herself from the wreckage.

Once Jessie was finally free of the once beautiful chrome mustang, she realized that she had left her cell phone in her purse inside the wreck. Groaning about her luck at having to face the horrific scene once more, she started crawling back in. Suddenly, she felt an icy cool hand grip her bruised leg and was forcibly hauled to her feet.

If she had been able to scream, she would have, but with everything else that had happened to her that night, the sight of the freakishly pale and terrifingly handsome veiny man had no effect on her traumatized mind. Jessie simply stared at the man, waiting for him to say or do something, anything, that would awaken her from this nightmare.

However, he only made her nightmare worse when his facial features contorted and his opaque gray eyes became glowing amber orbs. As Jessie finally realized what it was she was looking at, the vampire spoke, "Hello Jessie." Her eyes widened in surprise. "Yes, I know who you are. I've been watching you for a while now." His face shifted back to that of a human and he continued, "So lonely. I've watched you spend all your time by yourself. Always pushing yourself. But to what end? I simply couldn't figure it out. It intrigued me. You can seem so alive one minute, but so dead the next." He picked up her limp figure and carried her over to a nearby stump where he gently set her down. Jessie made no attempt to move.

"How can you be everything I, an immortal, want to be? And, at the same time, everything I wanted to escape?" He kneeled down before her and she still remained numb, impassive.

"It made me realize that it wasn't just human nature I was seeing in you, no. It was you. I'm not sure what it is, but you're refreshingly different from all others of your kind. Not in a supernatural way, but in a unique way. I knew from the moment I spotted you that eternity would be more worthwhile for me if you were in it. So, I have a proposition for you."

He waited for her to make some kind of signal that she understood all he had said, but she continued to stare straight ahead in an unseeing way. When he saw that no signal was forthcoming, he finally said, "Either I kill you right now and suck your blood, or I make you a vampire." She still didn't move. "Well?" He asked slightly annoyed.

Her stone facade remained in place. Finally, the vampire lost his patience and shook her. Rather hard. All of the sudden, as if waking up from a horrible dream in the middle of a thunder storm, Jessie screamed. It was so loud and shrill, that even the vampire had to cover his ears. After what seemed like an eternity, this coming from an immortal, she stopped screaming.

In a quiet, but reasonably calm voice, she said, "You can go head and kill me now."

The Vampire's eyebrows shot up and he nearly fell over. "WHAT! You weren't supposed to say that. You were supposed to say, 'Bring me eternal life my master, or something like that!"

"Sorry, but an eternity's an awful long time to live, or..unlive, and I hardly know you. Besides, if I die now, then I won't have to worry about paying for college. And let me tell you, that's a load off my mind!"

The vampire shook his head in exasperation, grabbed her face and roughly tipped it to the side, exposing her vulnerable neck. "I don't think you understand, 'Jess'," he growled against her flesh. "You really don't have much say in this." His face contorted back into the demon's and he lowered his fangs to her vein.

"If I don't have a choice, then why did you give me one?" Jessie asked as she struggled to get free.

"Because I..Because you...Just shut up!" He finally bit down and as the blood began to gush, he drank.

Jessie was losing her consciousness again. She was aware that she was in the arms of a vampire on a bed of grass, and that she was going to die, but everything just felt so dreamy that she didn't feel scared. She felt like she was an outsider looking through a window as the scene unfolded. She knew that all of this couldn't really be happening to her.

Terry didn't just die in a car wreck.

Vampires did not exist.

One of them was NOT biting her neck at the moment.

She wasn't drinking his blood being forced down her throat by said vampire.

And she wasn't dying, because she was only eighteen. She still had lot's of things she wanted to do. And because this kind of stuff just didn't happen to your normal High School Senior.

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Everyone says that a fledgling vampire's first thought is always of blood and the thirst they feel for it, but for Jessie, her first thought was, "Why did I have to get bitten by a weirdo?"

The culprit was currently on the stone floor of what she assumed to be a mausoleum, with his legs up against the wall and a book in his hands. He was laughing hysterically, and with Jessie's powerful new senses, the noise was overwhelming.

Looking at her surroundings, she found herself to be laying on a tomb. She went to put her hands to her ears but stopped when she saw how pale they were. She quickly examined the rest of herself and found that her body had changed overnight. The best way to describe it, was that she was now permanently in the best shape of her life. Lean and mean, was what Jessie summarized it as. She felt her forehead and noticed that it was covered in severe wrinkles. Knowing what she would find there, she felt her teeth and sure enough, she had two sharp fangs where her top incisors used to be.

Mr. Weirdo finely acknowledged her and got up from his position saying, "Don't be so scared Jessie, you can always change your face back. Just relax and think of something really cold."

Jessie thought of her family's trip to Alaska two years ago where she had stupidly forgotten to pack enough warm cloths and then felt her forehead. There was no change. She turned to him and purposefully arched her vampiric eyebrow.

"Not literally cold! I meant something that really turns you off." He said, not without amusement evident in his voice.

Jessie thought of the creature before her, and immediately, she felt her face shift and her fangs shrink. After happily feeling her wrinkle free face, she used her new found strength to gracefully hop off the tomb and land squarely before her sire.

"You thought of me, didn't you?" She gave an 'I-hate-your-undead-carcass' smile and nodded.

"Cute, I can see that I have my work cut out for me." He shook his head. "Are you thirsty?" Without even waiting for an answer, he went over to the tomb she had been laying on, effortlessly threw the lid off and picked up the girl that had laid trembling inside.

Jessie recognized it to be Jessica, who just like Jessie, was still clothed in her prom dress. Although Jessica's skin tight red dress lacked the bloodstain's that Jessie's elegant white gown possessed. The look on Jessica's tear stained face was pure terror as she beheld the vampire holding her. Her eyes glanced over to Jessie and she screamed, "Jessie, or what ever your name is, HELP ME! This creep jumped in front of my car last night and then kidnapped me. Plus he's got this horrible skin condition!"

Hearing Jessica's thumping heartbeat and feeling the fear that was radiating off of her in waves was intoxicating to Jessie. Without even realizing it, her face slipped back into vampire and she slowly advanced on the prep.

Almost in automatic pilot, she let her instincts take over and grabbed Jessica away from her sire. He seemed to be finding the whole thing amusing, like a parent watching a child play with a new toy.

In this case, the toy wasn't much fun to play with because it wouldn't stop screaming, "Jessie, you've caught whatever this loser has! This is why they warned us about STD's in Health! If I get out of this, I swear I'll never-" CRACK! In one fluid motion, Jessie had snapped the cheerleader's vertebrae. The body sickeningly fell to the ground before the vampiress.

"I never could stand her yapping." Jessie said cheerfully as she turned away from the corpse with a swish of her golden blonde hair. To her sire she said, "And don't ever give me anything-" her voice dropped to a frightening whisper, "Ever Again."

With that said, Jessie walked over to the discarded book on the floor, picked it up and went back to her tomb, replaced the lid and sat down on the cool cement with her legs dangling.

She made a remarkable picture. Her blood spattered, once white gown torn in several places exposing her new pearl white skin and her blonde hair now fuller and giving off a golden glow. Her eyes completed this picture of horrific beauty with their unearthly new illumination of her sparkling old emerald green and light. In short, she was breathtaking, but like with everything else, not in a 'normal' way.

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Jessie knew that she should have drained Maybury, but she also knew that if she had taken her blood, it would have only reinforced her sire's belief in his dominance over her, and that was something she was going to avoid at all costs.

She was surprised to find that the book he had been reading was the latest Harry Potter book, The Halfblood Prince. Jessie, being an avid fan of the series, had naturally read the book as soon as it had hit the shelves. And she had been, as was usual with the books, blown completely away by the sheer imagery and emotion she had experienced when reading it.

Therefore, she couldn't for the unlife of her figure out what weirdo vampire over there, examining her dirty work, had found so funny about the book. I mean, Dumbledore had died for goodness sake!

Even though it pained her to do it, she asked him, "Why did you find this," she waved the hardback in the air, "so amusing?"

He stopped gaping at Jessica's lifeless form and looked at what Jessie was gesturing to. "Nothing like that will ever really happen. The ridiculousness of it all is what made me laugh. By the way, nice work Cutie. I've never seen a fledgling take to killing THAT easily."

Jessie huffed. How dare he call her Cutie! "Then what do you want me to call you? My little Jinx, my Firecracker, my Golden Princess? And Yes, I can read your thoughts. When I sired you, I formed a link that allows me to read your thoughts and images. It's kind of like a vampire leash. It allows the masters to keep tabs and know where and what their children are up to."

"Just what I don't need." Jessie said carelessly. "Oh, and by the way, if you refuse to call me by my given name, then I will permit you to call me Jinx." Her eyes watered a little as she said the name. It reminded her of all the times Terry would call her by that nickname, but she knew it was a appropriate. It would help her remember her friend and all the fun they'd shared. She quickly wiped her eyes before he could notice and bringing back the subject of the book, said, "Why is it ludicrous? I mean, the same could be said for believing in vampires, yet hear we are."

"Oh, I never said believing in magic or in that world is crazy, I just said that her story is." He burst out laughing. "I mean come on now-the boy who lived? This ultimate evil named Voldemort? It's all a lie. Nothing like that had ever happened in the Wizarding World."

Jessie started. "You mean, there is a Wizarding World? Hogwarts really exists?" Her excitement at the prospect was very evident in the tone of her voice and in her human facial features.

"Of course. And let me tell you, they weren't at all happy with this J.K. Rowling lady, but seeing as everyone thinks it's fictitious, there's no harm. The strange thing is, no one can figure out how she found out about the magical world."

Jessie thought on it for a few moments and finally said "I think I know- J.K. Rowling is a seer." With that, Jessie 'Jinx' Pandora once more jumped off the tomb, threw the book at her sire, and walked out the door of the mausoleum into the clear Texas night air. The sparkling stars overhead were her only companion that night as she ran away the vampire who made her, Drakula IX, otherwise known as Drake.