Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is a genius, and I must say I am not…Therefore Harry Potter is not my creation.

Note: The bulk of this story takes place after Deathly Hallows. The first few chapters are a flashback and take place at the end of the Goblet of Fire.

Some changes include:

Living: Sirius Black, Fred Weasley, Tonks, Remus Lupin- I believe that is all, if my story differs I apologize…

Vampires & Vampire slayers exist- differing characteristics will be explained in the story…

So without further ado:

Chapter One: Introductions…

The story I'm about to tell is about me- my life… Firstly, let me explain that I am not your average "muggle", however my lack of magical knowledge would suggest just that: Average. I used to be average; once upon a time I wished for nothing more than to become something different, extraordinary even. When I got this wish however, it came with a higher price than I was willing to pay. At the young age of 14 I was told (quite unceremoniously) that I was the chosen one, the only one, the vampire slayer.

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I was walking home from school one Friday afternoon when I was approached by a tall, balding man in what appeared to be a floor-length, black bathrobe.

"Abigail Bennett? Are you Abigail Beatrice Bennett? Of 256 St. Clarence Circle? " He was approaching me slowly, almost cautiously. Although he alarmed me with his accuracy, his snail-like advance gave me a small reassurance that he wasn't planning on mugging me… I mean what thief asks for your name?

"Yes… Who are you? How do you know who I am?" I asked, backing away at an equal pace to his advance.

"We need to talk; I will answer your questions but we must go somewhere where the muggles cannot overhear- over here!" He pointed to an adjoining ally. "Please Miss Bennett, time is of the essence." Maybe it was curiosity or maybe it was the urgency I could read in his eyes, but something convinced me to follow.

He went halfway down the ally and stopped, turned around and beckoned me closer with a swift hand motion. I obeyed until we were only two feet away.

"Will you explain now? How do you know who I am?! And what do I have to do with your urgent business?" I tried to sound intimidating, but by the last question stammering overcame me. "And what are muggles?!" I added a little dumbly but if I was going to get answers I wanted them all.

"What are mugg… You aren't a witch? There must be some mistake…You are Abigail Beatrice Bennett, aren't you? 14 years of age, Mother Clemence, Father Robert…"

"Stop!" I yelled cutting him off. I started backing off again. "A witch? Is this a joke?" Looking into his eyes, I could see no reminisce of humor. "You're crazy- are you stalking me? Oh, God, why me? What did I do to deserve some psycho- derang-"

"If you are Abi-"

"Stop saying my name!"

"Fine-" he took a more irritated tone with me, obviously offended by the insult of his sanity. "If you are who you say you are, you must listen to me and listen closely: You are in grave danger - there has been an death; this death puts you in a certain place of power and jeopardy… Seeing as you have no magical powers, or knowledge of what is after you, you must come with me" He looked earnestly into my eyes, trying to allow trust and then started to talk incoherently as if to himself. "We must go and see the Minister of Magic; What do I say? She's not a witch? Aren't all slayers witches? Even if she's not she had to be warned- "

Mid-rant, I turned on my heel and ran as fast as I could towards the main road. Thinking only of the mad man I was leaving in the ally, I was too busy to notice the strange man that was following… That night I was in for a rude awakening…

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All I wanted was to get the mail… Simple task, gruesome end… Darkness had fallen and my eyes had not adjusted from the light indoors. Approaching the mailbox I noticed…first came fear, lots of fear, then came recognition, then came panic… I was surrounded; at least five pale men were circled no more than 15 feet around me. I slowly turned in a pirouette to get a good look at them all, as I turned back the blonde one leaning on my front door took a step towards me. I instinctively took one back only to realize I was now closer to the one behind me. Then it all happened: as if my one step told them all to charge. The blonde leaped on top of me pinning me down and grinning. The others followed so fast that I barely saw them in motion at all. Blondey leaned in the direction of my neck and at that moment there was a pop, and a flash of red light; Blondey flew off me, I felt my arm being jerked in another direction and the sensation of my body squeezing through a miniature pipe.

I rolled over and looked up into a familiar pair of earnest, green eyes…

A/N: Hope you liked the first chapter- familiar characters will come into play next chapter, promise :) Please review!!! Constructive criticism welcome  be kind- my first fanfiction in a long time…

Chapter 2: Information

To say that I had any idea the effects that that night would have on my life would be giving me much more credit than was due. I had not the slightest idea what had just happened or why; but I was soon going to find out.

"Ms. Le Gall," the tall, balding man offered me his hand and I accepted, being pulled to my feet. "We were never properly introduced- My name is David Oxford, I work in the Department of Mysteries and I am certainly not mad by any standards- unless you call risking my life to save yours mad." At this last statement my cheeks gained a bit of color.

"Yeah… I…erm…Thank you for saving back ther-" I stopped and looked around severely confused, "did I pass out or something? How did we get here? Which is where exactly?"

"We have an assortment of things we must discuss, however we must wait for-" He cut off as the door swung open and a man with a severely scarred face and false swirling eyeball limped into the room with vigor followed by an eager short, pink haired woman. "Moody, thanks for coming- Tonks, what are you doing here? It is of the utmost importance that this remains secre-"

"Are you really the slayer?!?" Tonks practically came running over to me and started talking so fast I almost didn't understand, "I've read so much about you (AH)! When I was young I used to pretend that I was fighting vampires in the backyar-"

"Calm down Nyphadora!" Moody growled and Tonks immediately stopped, grimaced and stepped back a couple feet. "From what I understand she has no idea what you are talking about anyway."

Tonks turned to Moody and gave an inquisitive look; then without a single change in expression from the scarred man she turned back to me, "Wait! You must be… Then it's true" she turned back to Moody, "How did she die?"

"What?" I awoke from my trance- unable to decipher the conversation until the mention of death. "Who died? And what does it have to do with me? And," I turned to Tonks, "Why do you think I am this 'slayer'? and vampires? You're kidding, right?"

"Maybe you should sit down…"

It was then that Moody explained