Heey, this is my first ever story on fanfic, ( I know that is a totally over-used line but its true), so I would appreciate if you coud give me an honest opinion if you choose to review. Thanks for reading this.

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Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, don't own the Harry Potter books.

Prologue

The night was still and calm, no wind rustled the trees, not a cloud could be seen in the darkened starry sky. The moon had shown its full self as it turned its watchful gaze onto the concrete city. There was nothing that gave even a subtle warning about the monster loose in the city tonight.

And monster she was, Sinister thought to herself as she casually wandered the darkened alleyways searching for suitable prey. She was still bitter after all these years, bitter that her young adulthood was taken away from her, bitter that she was forever frozen as an eighteen year old. But tonight she was particularly bitter about the fact that she could only hunt drunks. Sinister hated the alcohol tainted blood almost as much as she hated animal blood, and she absolutely loathed animal blood. But drunk people were easier to hide. No-one questioned how the car crashed, or how a man drowned himself by falling off a bridge. Not if the culprit was drunk.

Its been a long time since Sinister felt guilt. During her first year of vampirism her feeding was less than substantial due to the twisted gut sensation she got, but now all she felt was jealousy. Jealousy of how easy death takes them, jealousy of how naïve and innocent they are. Even the murderers, criminals, hell even the serial killers were innocent compared to her.

Sinister stopped and stared at her reflection in the window for a moment. It was not only her personality that had changed. Her once poker straight black hair was now curled in perfect ringlets and was shiny raven black with a purple-green shine. Her ice blue eyes were replaced with dominant round ones that would have looked innocent if it weren't for their fresh blood red colour. She had a small nose and thin lips which were coated in a startling black lipstick which stood out from her deathly pale complexion.

Baring her teeth at herself, she caught a quick glimpse of her dramatic fangs before she ran back home, well not home. Home was a happy place, where you liked to be. Sinister would refer to her place as more of a dwelling. A place she remain at for a few years before moving. She had not one tie to the earth. Not one person knew she was still alive. To the muggle world she had never existed, to the wizarding world she had been killed off because, well, these things happen in war.

The truth was, Sinister had been out clubbing, trying to get away from her own thoughts. After succeeding at getting drunk, she had left the bar, stumbling down the street and, into a hungry vampire. The vampire had pulled her into an dark alley and proceeded to drink her blood. Unfortunately it didn't finish her off before he ran, leaving her to become the creature she is now. And her species change had made her slightly depressed.

Okay more than slightly. Her once colourful clothes had been replaced by a stereotypical badass vampire outfit. Tight leather pants clung to her slim legs, a studded leather belt was fastened loosely around her waist, a tight tank top and a worn leather jacket completed the look. Her feet were clad in thigh high, six inch stiletto boots and her wrists were decorated with studded leather wrist bands. Her face was accented with black eyeliner,mascara and occasionaly a silvery eyeshadow. Her lips were coated in a startling black lipstick that made her look all the more unaproachable. Especially when she smoked.

Lost in all her thinking Sinister, hadn't noticed that she was once again at her place of dwelling. An abandoned shack that was empty of furniture, food, colour, well, empty of everything if you didn't count the surplus of dust that littered the earthy ground.

And the neat white envelope that was sitting in the middle of her room.

Suspiciously, Sinister scented her surroundings, searching for an intruder. There was nothing. She cautiously made her way towards the envelope wondering who had sent it. There was no-one who knew she was alive so either someone was spying on her or the letter had been sent to the wrong address. Ignoring the warning bells that went off in her head, Sinister picked up the letter and ran her nose across the top searching for a scent to signify who had sent it. Finding nothing, Sinister looked at the blank front of the envelope before turning it over and running her fingers under the seal. The name at the top of the letter was enough to put Sinister into shock by itself. It had been almost 15 years since she had seen the name Lyrissa Lestrange, yet she remembered it every day of her life.

It had been her name in her past life. She had been against her family pure-blood supremacist crap. Being placed in Gryffindor was only the start of rebellion. Her next move was to befriend blood-traitors James Potter and Sirius Black along with Remus Lupin, she had become a part of the Marauders. Then in sixth year she ran away to live with James and Sirius at the Potters. In seventh year she went clubbing and got turned into a vampire, though she was thought to have picked off by a stray death-eater who had recognised her as part of the Voldemort Resistence. She didn't even miss her old friends now.

Shaking herself out of the past, Sinister read the rest of the letter:

Lyrissa Lestrange

We have recently received Intel that you are still alive,

And would appreciate if you could rejoin the Order of The Phoenix.

Sincerely

Albus Dumbledore

P.S. To activate the port key, read this letter aloud.

Sinister thought for a moment. Vampires weren't meant to take sides in the war, though by the sounds of it, no-one knew what she was. Not even Albus Dumbledore. She could turn up for one meeting and then disappear again if they found out what she was. Despite her dark outlook on life Sinister was always looking for something to laugh about and the sight of the order members faces when they saw her was worth exposing what she was, even if she disappeared again afterwards. Deciding that this was a good idea, Sinister read the letter aloud.

There was a flash of blue light and then Sinister was gone.

Dun dun dun...

I know this wasn't very good but it will probably get better with time. If you could review, just so I know that my stories being read, I would appreciate it.

Thanx...

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