Harry ran as fast as he could away from the sharp fangs. He looked behind
him, Ginny was on the ground, there was blood on her white shirt and her
robes were torn in many different spots.
"Harry please, help me!"
Ginny called but Harry saw the dark figure looming over her and as it grabbed her up he ran.
Harry just made it to the edge of the forest when he heard a piercing scream. The sun was coming over the edge of the trees now and as he heard the scream again he sank to his knees and began to cry.
~*~*~
Ginny lay on the cold floor and her whole body ached. She remembered what happened and quickly her hand raised to her neck searching. She cringed in pain as her finger passed over two rather large holes on her neck and she felt her heart sink.
"Harry, the great Harry Potter, so how come he wouldn't help me."
She could feel the weakness in her now as she lay back down. The door opened and she could feel him coming close.
"Ah, my love. You have awakened, you are still tired but after the transformation is over you will feel whole once more."
As he spoke she could feel herself growing cold and her heart stop. She tried to breath but couldn't. Her lungs weren't working and she felt herself dyeing. She opened her mouth and tried to scream but only a strange gagging noise escaped. After what seemed like hours everything stopped. Ginny lay on the floor with her eyes closed, not moving, not breathing, not anything.
~*~*~
10 years later
~*~*~
Ron stepped out of the fireplace and dusted himself off. Harry greeted him sadly and led him away into a different room. Many different people were there already and they were all crying. Ron looked over at the front of the room and back at Harry who nodded. Slowly they both walked up and tears began to stream down Harry's face.
"She looks like she's sleeping."
Ron said holding back his own tears. Harry looked lovingly at Hermione who lay with her hair around her and her eyes closed. Her hands lay across her chest and she had a small smirk that suggested she knew something you didn't, which was always true.
The stars shone through the open window and the moon was bright. There was a knock on the door, which Harry thought this odd seeing how people only appeared out of nowhere and through the chimney. He went to the door and opened it, there stood a tall figure clad in a slinky black dress that swept the ground and a black and red cape that had slid to one side revealing a bare cream colored shoulder. The hood covered the face of the woman in the doorway but the thick curls of flaming red hair were clearly visible as they spilled down her front. She stood in the doorway, and didn't move or say anything.
"Come in."
Harry didn't know what else to say as she slid past him and into the room. She made her way up to the coffin at the front of the room and Harry couldn't understand why she seemed so familiar, surly he would remember if he had ever met anyone like this lady before.
She stood in the middle of the room and pointed a long thin white finger at the door and it slammed shut. She then spread out her fingers so her palm was parallel to the wall and swept her hand across so that the curtains fell. Finally she dropped her robes and everyone was speechless. Ginny stood in the middle of the pile of robes on the floor. Her skin was milky white and silky smooth, the black dress was low cut and showed off her curves well, a slit ran up the side of her leg and stopped just below her hip. Her red hair fell over her shoulders in waves, she was immaculate.
"Ginny."
Ron stuttered. She turned to him, but she did not smile like she would have had if she had been alive. She stared, a cold hard piercing stare. And then she turned to Harry.
"Harry Potter."
She said, the sound of her icy cold voice sent shivers up everyone's spines and Harry couldn't look her in the eyes.
"The wonderful Harry Potter. Yes oh so wonderful and magical and powerful."
She began to circle him now.
"So where was the wonderful Potter when I was being killed?"
She stopped right in front of him and then turned toward the rest of the people in the room.
"Ahh yes, he was saving his own ass. I remember it like it was yesterday."
No one moved now, they just looked on in horror. Not believing what they were hearing.
"Ginny."
Harry whispered as tears started to leak out of his eyes.
"What happened to you? How is it possible that you're here? What are you?"
"What happened to me?"
Ginny shrieked as she shot her hand out and grasped Harry's neck and lifted him off of the ground.
"You of all people should know what happened to me. I'm dead Harry, no thanks to you. We were attacked and you, you ran away and left me behind to be killed. I'm dead Harry, that's right, I'm dead, and it's your fault."
"No."
He sobbed. She dropped Harry to the floor and he fell in a heap and just laid there. She turned to the rest of the people who had gathered for Hermione's funereal.
"Ginny, you're a vampire, aren't you?"
Fred spoke slowly stepping forward.
"Ding ding ding! You guessed it, I'm a vampire."
She turned back to Harry who had gotten up off the floor by now. He was sitting on the couch.
"But not to worry, I'm not the sort of woman who holds a grudge."
She giggled and flipped her hair over her shoulder exposing the two vibrant red holes on her neck. Harry shook his head.
"I wanted to save you, I wanted to go back, I was afraid."
"Humm, well now you're just pathetic aren't you? I'm here for revenge Harry Potter, I'm here to claim what's rightfully mine."
Everyone was confused, was she hear to kill Harry?
"If you don't mind my asking Gin, but what's yours?"
George took a step and was next to Fred now. She smiled a cruel frightening smile.
"Hermione of course."
"Harry please, help me!"
Ginny called but Harry saw the dark figure looming over her and as it grabbed her up he ran.
Harry just made it to the edge of the forest when he heard a piercing scream. The sun was coming over the edge of the trees now and as he heard the scream again he sank to his knees and began to cry.
~*~*~
Ginny lay on the cold floor and her whole body ached. She remembered what happened and quickly her hand raised to her neck searching. She cringed in pain as her finger passed over two rather large holes on her neck and she felt her heart sink.
"Harry, the great Harry Potter, so how come he wouldn't help me."
She could feel the weakness in her now as she lay back down. The door opened and she could feel him coming close.
"Ah, my love. You have awakened, you are still tired but after the transformation is over you will feel whole once more."
As he spoke she could feel herself growing cold and her heart stop. She tried to breath but couldn't. Her lungs weren't working and she felt herself dyeing. She opened her mouth and tried to scream but only a strange gagging noise escaped. After what seemed like hours everything stopped. Ginny lay on the floor with her eyes closed, not moving, not breathing, not anything.
~*~*~
10 years later
~*~*~
Ron stepped out of the fireplace and dusted himself off. Harry greeted him sadly and led him away into a different room. Many different people were there already and they were all crying. Ron looked over at the front of the room and back at Harry who nodded. Slowly they both walked up and tears began to stream down Harry's face.
"She looks like she's sleeping."
Ron said holding back his own tears. Harry looked lovingly at Hermione who lay with her hair around her and her eyes closed. Her hands lay across her chest and she had a small smirk that suggested she knew something you didn't, which was always true.
The stars shone through the open window and the moon was bright. There was a knock on the door, which Harry thought this odd seeing how people only appeared out of nowhere and through the chimney. He went to the door and opened it, there stood a tall figure clad in a slinky black dress that swept the ground and a black and red cape that had slid to one side revealing a bare cream colored shoulder. The hood covered the face of the woman in the doorway but the thick curls of flaming red hair were clearly visible as they spilled down her front. She stood in the doorway, and didn't move or say anything.
"Come in."
Harry didn't know what else to say as she slid past him and into the room. She made her way up to the coffin at the front of the room and Harry couldn't understand why she seemed so familiar, surly he would remember if he had ever met anyone like this lady before.
She stood in the middle of the room and pointed a long thin white finger at the door and it slammed shut. She then spread out her fingers so her palm was parallel to the wall and swept her hand across so that the curtains fell. Finally she dropped her robes and everyone was speechless. Ginny stood in the middle of the pile of robes on the floor. Her skin was milky white and silky smooth, the black dress was low cut and showed off her curves well, a slit ran up the side of her leg and stopped just below her hip. Her red hair fell over her shoulders in waves, she was immaculate.
"Ginny."
Ron stuttered. She turned to him, but she did not smile like she would have had if she had been alive. She stared, a cold hard piercing stare. And then she turned to Harry.
"Harry Potter."
She said, the sound of her icy cold voice sent shivers up everyone's spines and Harry couldn't look her in the eyes.
"The wonderful Harry Potter. Yes oh so wonderful and magical and powerful."
She began to circle him now.
"So where was the wonderful Potter when I was being killed?"
She stopped right in front of him and then turned toward the rest of the people in the room.
"Ahh yes, he was saving his own ass. I remember it like it was yesterday."
No one moved now, they just looked on in horror. Not believing what they were hearing.
"Ginny."
Harry whispered as tears started to leak out of his eyes.
"What happened to you? How is it possible that you're here? What are you?"
"What happened to me?"
Ginny shrieked as she shot her hand out and grasped Harry's neck and lifted him off of the ground.
"You of all people should know what happened to me. I'm dead Harry, no thanks to you. We were attacked and you, you ran away and left me behind to be killed. I'm dead Harry, that's right, I'm dead, and it's your fault."
"No."
He sobbed. She dropped Harry to the floor and he fell in a heap and just laid there. She turned to the rest of the people who had gathered for Hermione's funereal.
"Ginny, you're a vampire, aren't you?"
Fred spoke slowly stepping forward.
"Ding ding ding! You guessed it, I'm a vampire."
She turned back to Harry who had gotten up off the floor by now. He was sitting on the couch.
"But not to worry, I'm not the sort of woman who holds a grudge."
She giggled and flipped her hair over her shoulder exposing the two vibrant red holes on her neck. Harry shook his head.
"I wanted to save you, I wanted to go back, I was afraid."
"Humm, well now you're just pathetic aren't you? I'm here for revenge Harry Potter, I'm here to claim what's rightfully mine."
Everyone was confused, was she hear to kill Harry?
"If you don't mind my asking Gin, but what's yours?"
George took a step and was next to Fred now. She smiled a cruel frightening smile.
"Hermione of course."