(A/N: Alright then. Hi. Let's get some of the normal stuff out of the way. As I'm sure you're aware, I am not JK Rowling, therefore I do not own most of the characters that you will read about in this story. I've been working on this one for quite a while, so I hope you enjoy it. Thank you so much!)

Summary: At the time, no one would have guess how simple the 1990's were. Demons were demons. Wizards were wizards. Creatures were creatures. However, times have long since changed. No longer is it at matter what creature you are or which house you were sorted into, and Seconds-War Veterans - moreover, their children - will witness this first hand. This time, good and evil could lie anywhere. This time, things aren't that simple. Welcome to the new war.

Prelude To A Deathwish

She used her wand to lightly tap herself on her head; sometimes it helped her keep focus. That idea worked all of 5 seconds before the small words in her textbook once again blurred away, followed by her attention.

She wasn't a bad student; quite the contrary. She has a reputation at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for being one of the best students the school has seen since…well, her own mother. However, she never needed to indulge in an endless amount of books and learn everything she possibly could about everything she possibly can. It just came easy to her. There was a certain rhythm when it came to essays, books and teachers; and she had a natural born talent of understanding it. She always considered it a gift: when she was little, all she wanted to be was her mother.

Then, adolescence kicked in. Or - more namely - her father's genes kicked in.

It wasn't too long after her 14th birthday when she slowly began to loose interest in those parchment-sandwiches. In fact, it was slowly beginning to bore her. As a 4th year Gryffindor, she began seeing more playing time on the Quidditch pitch: thus beginning her growing infatuation with fast-paced action.

"Alright," she told herself quietly. "You're slipping in DADA. Just get this bloody essay done." She once again focused herself on the topic at hand, even though she personally found the whole subject disgusting.

Vampires.

Although her newfound passion for action seemed to grow as the days go on, Rose simply despised the dark arts, and everything that had to do with it. Especially creatures such as these.

Her textbook gave a drawn picture of a vampire: it looked reasonably human, only his forehead seemed to be deformed with demon like qualities. The eyes had slits down their pupils, making them look cat like. However, nothing was more disturbing than the teeth; they were all sharp and pointed, complete with enlarged canines.

Her essay was just about done, though she really pushed herself to keep an interest. The exact subject of the essay was to explain the blood-drinking qualities of the creatures which was easily the most disgusting thing about them - in her opinion anyway. She would have gladly taken any other subject about vampires. Whether it be the fact that their they are undead beings, that they replicate by making human victims drink vampire blood before killing them, that the only way to kill them is sunlight, fire, wood through the heart, or - most gruesomely - decapitation. Even the Killing Curse does nothing that a Disarming Charm can't do.

She gave the book a small wince as her mind decided to wonder off once again. She leaned back on her big red chair - which was facing the Gryffindor Common Room's fire place - and couldn't help but think that her dear cousin must have been having a ball writing the essay.

The thought of schoolwork once again left her mind completely. She frowned as she used her right fist as a headrest and stared into the dancing flames. In those times, it would seem that every time she thought about her cousin - even for a second - she rendered herself useless to the rest of her world.

The pair of them had been best friends growing up. Ever since Al was born - two months after she was - the two were simply inseparable. Even when he went through his "girls-are-icky" phase, he would still say something along the lines of "Rosie doesn't count!"

Then, the sorting happened.

Before the blessed event, the two cousins were talking throughout the summer about praying they'd get into Gryffindor, following in the rest of their family's footsteps. However, after boarding the Hogwarts Express for the first of many times, she noticed something had changed in her cousin's emerald eyes. He had never said what it was, but she suspected it had something to do with something his father told him just before boarding.

Al was summoned to the sorting hat before Rose - due to their last names. Once the hat was firmly on his head, a silence befell the Great Hall. A long silence. In fact, she remembered seeing teachers glancing at their watches multiple times before the age-old hat said that shocking word.

SLYTHERIN!

There wasn't a closed mouth in the entire hall. Even the teachers were shocked. Al's brother James looked as if he witnessed a murder. Professor Longbottom looked as if he didn't hear correctly. The entire Potter-Weasley family suffered from severe hang-jaw.

That house had quite a history of darkness. The family was unsure how to react to the entire ordeal, so distance was slowly brewing. It wasn't too much later that Al began partaking in dark learning. At first, it was completely harmless: he just enjoyed learning the same way his father did, even though his "mentor", Charles Kunsler - a 7th year Slytherin - seemed to be doing much more harm than good.

However, she had other suspicions. She was quick to accuse of Al's then-new friend. Ever since the sorting, the two became inseparable, which somehow reminded Rose of the way they had been when they were younger. However, she had never trusted this kid, for she - as well as the rest of her family - was well aware of his past.

Although Al defended to the death that his friend was completely innocent, the rest of the family - especially Rose - never quite believed it.

However, she had every reason to believe him. In fact - though Rose would die before admitting it - Scorpius Malfoy had never done a single thing to make anyone suspicious that he's involved with the dark arts. Hell, Al once told Rose that his favorite class was Care for Magical Creatures.

However, that didn't change the fact that he was a Malfoy. Before the two went to Hogwarts, they were told everything about the war. Some parts were easier to digest than the others - although both Rose and Al were convinced that their parents didn't tell them everything - but one thing they made sure to let them know. Draco Malfoy was a Death Eater, and the entire Wizarding World knew it. The rest of the school was quick to expect his son of aspiring to be a dark wizard as well.

None of that mattered anymore, however. It has been about two weeks since Dominique - Rose's 7th year cousin - finally had a talk with Al. No one really knew what was said between the two, but somehow, Al came to grips with what he had been doing. After that, he approached the rest of his family and apologized. He promised that he would stop learning with Charles Kunsler.

However, Dominique had other plans.

She had asked him to continue his "learning" with Kunsler. The rest of the Potter-Weasley family was in utter shock, but she soon after explained.

"We can't let this continue. Not here. Not in Hogwarts. Al, I'm going to ask you to pretend to listen what Kunsler has to say. Then once he feels it's time to let you in on all of his little secrets, we'll make our move. We'll hit him and his Neo-Death Eaters so fast that their heads will fall off. I know this may be hard for you Al, but Kunsler must be stopped. He could kill someone…in fact, for all we know, he probably already has."

"Rosie!"

The sound of one of her cousins' voices made her head shoot straight up. Her eyes met James and Louis, both 5th years. They were breathing heavily, and James was holding a cloak in his right hand.

"What happened?' Rose asked immediately with a small hint of fear in her voice.

"Where is everyone?" Louis asked without answering his younger cousin's question.

"I think Niki went to-"

"What's going on?"

The sound of the eldest of the Potter-Weasley students of Hogwarts made her presence know. James, Louis and Rose looked upward to see her standing right outside her dorm room in muggle clothing, presuming about to head to sleep.

"They're gathering in the Room of Requirement," James informed his older cousin.

"Al's with them," Louis added, looking straight at his sister. "And they were saying something about an initiation."

"What does that mean?" Rose asked immediately.

"They're Death Eaters," James said as he turned to the red-headed girl. "Initiation probably means nothing short of hurting someone."

There was a silence between the four Gryffindors. James and Louis' attention was on Dominique: she was the self-appointed leader of team Gryffindor against this cold war against these - what Dominique labeled them - "Neo-Death Eaters". She also happened to be the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team: she's had some experience leading.

"This is it," she finally spoke. "We end this tonight."

Rose's blood began to boil as the mere thought of vampires left her thoughts entirely. Dominique went back into her dorm room - presumably to fetch Connie; her best friend and fellow Quidditch plater. James and Louis went into their own room; presumably to fetch another Quidditch player, Matthew Finnigan. Rose simply closed her books, put away her partchment, and mentally prepared herself.

"What are you guys going to do?"

The voice of the 12-year-old caught Rose off guard. She turned around to see her younger brother, Hugo, standing in front of his dorm room in pajamas and a book in his hand.

"Don't mind us," Rose told her brother. Although he knew that something was going on, the elder Weasley's kept their younger kin in the dark about their plans.

"What's going on?" came another voice from above.

Rose lifted her head to find Lily, James and Al's younger sister. Her face seemed to look a bit worried due to the fact Rose has her wand drawn.

"Nothing," Rose told her firmly.

"Is it Al?" asked her brother, grabbing his sister's attention once more.

"Just go back to sleep," Rose said to her brother just before turning to Lily. "The pair of you."

"Rosie," Louis called from the entrance to the common room, accompanied by

Dominique, Connie, Jacob - another 7th year Quidditch player - James, and Matthew.

"Let's go."

Rose kept her attention on her brother and cousin.

"It's okay," she informed the both of them. "I promise."

Without another word, Rose followed her cousins and the rest out of the Gryffindor common room. All seven of them were quite aware of where the Room of Requirement was located, but they were careful to not acquire attention from any possible night staff. If only they had the map, than sneaking around would be plenty easier. However, Al had it at that point.

When they finally got to the room, they realized the door had not disappeared.

"Big mistake, Kunsler," James said under his breath as the seven of them approached.

Another word wasn't said among the seven. Dominique immediately reached into her pocket and picked out an Extendable Ear. It may have been among the oldest of their Uncle George's inventions, but it always proved quite useful. Of course, the "joke" had had massive improvements since its original release.

At the same time, Louis reached into his own pocket to pick out something that some-what startled Rose. It was an unlabeled tube of green paste, but the entire clan of Gryffindors present knew what it was.

Peeping Paste. One of Uncle George's favorite inventions. However, after several lawsuits, the "joke" became outlawed.

"How did you get that?" Rose whispered to Louis.

Louis didn't respond; he just winked as he drew a large square on the door with the green paste.

Rose rolled her eyes. She never was too fond of that gag; and rightfully so.

Once Louis was done drawing, the square turned white. As the whiteness faded, it turned into a magic window in the Room of Requirement.

There were 7 of them, all Slytherins. 5 of them were recognizable, yet Rose never had the "pleasure" of meeting them. The other two were instantly recognized. The first one was Al, and Rose couldn't help but feel an ache in the depths of her stomach. She knew that he was only pretending to be interested in this obvious group of dark wizards, but that didn't stop it from breaking her heart. Her cousin was standing face to face with his so-called "mentor", and it was obvious that they were speaking about something.

Dominique activated the Extendable Ear and made sure that the rest of the group could here what was being said.

"-at has happened, it comes down to this night."

Kunsler's voice could have been poison to the ears of the seven Gryffindors; however they had no choice but to continue listening.

"All you have to do is one more task," Kunsler continued to speak. "Then, you are officially among our ranks."

Suddenly, two more students showed up out of nowhere on the other side of the door. One of them looked normal, whilst the other one was wearing a mask. No. It wasn't a mask. It was a bag, and it was covering his entire head.

The seven Gryffindors exchanged worried looks. All of them had a vague idea what this task was going to include; Rose - being the youngest - felt herself shiver.

"What is this?" the seven Gryffindors heard Al say through the Extendable Ear. They all noticed the worry in his voice. "Who is he?"

"A traitor," Kunsler said without any hesitation as the student wearing the bag was shoved violently to the floor. "A filthy, godless, traitor. Nothing more." "The very blood that runs through his veins is blasphemous to our fallen lord."

"What are they going to do?" whispered Rose in fright.

"Shh!" begged James.

"What did he do?" the Extandable Ear carried Al's voice.

"Him?" Kunsler asked as he nonchalantly kicked the bagged student softly. "He was born. The one who spawned this creature turned his back on the Dark Lord. Had it no be for his family…" Kunsler paused and exhaled slowly. "Things would be very different now."

The Gryffindors exchanged looks once again.

"Niki," Jacob turned to Dominique. "Let's end this."

"Wait," she whispered back. "Let's see how much longer we can milk this…"

"And…" Al's voice made way through the Ear once more. "And…what…what am I supposed to do?"

Kunsler didn't respond right away. The two watched as the eldest Slytherin paced the Room of Requirement with a confidence that made the seven of them sick.

"You know that, don't you?" the eldest finally spoke up. "We have been learning about certain spells recently. Spells that our enemies consider…unforgivable."

All the Gryffindors watching swallowed hard.

"Cru…Cruciatus?" asked Al in a total fright.

"Torturing him will prove nothing," Kunsler responded. "His bloodline must be cut."

Rose felt as if she was going to faint.

"Let's go!" whispered James rather loudly. "Now!"

"Wait!" Dominique whispered again. "Just a little longer."

"Who's in that bag?" asked Connie.

"I don't know," whispered back Dominique. "Just wai-"

"Immediately!"

With Kunsler's last word, he pulled the bag off the beaten-up student's head.

The Gryffindors watched on with widened eyes, but it was Rose who yelped in other shock. She once again felt as if she was going to loose consciousness, but begged herself to stay awake. She felt tears form in her eyes upon the sight of blonde hair. She felt her heart leap up to her throat up the sight of battered silver eyes.

The boy who was badly beaten was Scorpius Malfoy.

"It can't be…" James whispered very softly the same thing on everyone else's mind.

"Al?" came a very weak voice from the Ear. That voice obviously belonged to Malfoy, and the tone of it was enough to break the heart of a giant.

"Wand at the ready, Severus." Kunsler had a habit of calling Al by his middle name. "I know it seems like the hardest two words you will ever say."

They saw Al turn two green eyes towards Kunsler. His back was turned to the door, but the Gryffindors all knew that a look of fear was pasted on his face.

"But this must be done," Kunsler concluded.

"We need to move," Jacob turned to Dominique once more, although he was obviously talking to the entire group. "Now."

"He's right, Nik," Louis whispered to his sister.

"We're not letting him do this," James added.

Maybe more discussion went on, but Rose was hardly listening. It seemed like every fight that she and Al had about his friendship with Scorpius had flooded her head. He always told her. Even when Al was at the peak of his path of darkness, Al always swore that Scorpius had nothing to do with it, and she didn't believe him.

Why should've she? He was a Malfoy!

None of this was right. Al shouldn't be asked to kill Scorpius, it should be the other way around!

She closed her eyes tightly. Is that what she wanted? Did she want Scorpius to be Kunsler's apprentice and Al laying there beaten up and waiting for death.

Things would have made much more sense if it happened that way.

Dominique uttered a spell that blasted the door to the Room of Requirement. So many things happened after that. Al disarmed Kunsler. The Gryffindors plus Al began to duel with the other Slytherins as Scorpius was forced to watch on. The battle was bloody, but the Gryffindors arose as the victors.

No deaths.

Unless innocence could be counted as a casualty.

(A/N: Okay, then. Was that a good start? Ms. Rowling never elaborated on vampires in her books, so I used one of the many mythologies behind the creatures. More chapters to come soon. Please Review! Thanks again!)