A/N: Own nothing except whom I have created. Thank you. PS: It's slightly AU, on the HP side of the x-over. I would also like to say thank you to the people who gave me the guts to post this here.

Chapter One

My life was not one of that you'd expect from a child like me. No, the majority of my life was spent in a dark house, hiding away from the "Death Eaters", with my widowed Aunt, whose was husband killed while away on Order business just after my cousin Daphne was born, who was five years younger than me, so I hardly remember the night that owl came and told us he'd died.

As for my own parents… well, I don't think I ever saw my mother for more than five minutes, just to say "hi" or hug me, and I appreciated those moments, small and sparse as they were. But my father was never there, constantly away on business too. I sometimes wondered if tonight would be the night that we learned he'd been killed. But no, an owl would come and tell us that he was alright, but he had to stay over for more missions. It's been like that since I can remember, and I'm sixteen now.

The only time I have ever gotten out of the house is to go to school, once a year. I'm not allowed home on the Christmas or Easter holidays, but I don't really care. This horrible house here is a place I'm glad to escape from, but I don't even know where it is. When they take me to King's Cross, they make me put on a blindfold until I'm actually there. So I've no clue where we are, but I assume it's somewhere in Europe

Abby blew on her hands and shook them, an annoyed expression coming over her face. "Aunt Hermione, can't we put on the heating? It's bloody freezing in here!" she shouted to her as she closed the curtains of her room and made the bed's blankets up.

After a few minutes of waiting for a reply, she rolled her eyes. "Why isn't she answering?" she mumbled to herself, tying her black hair back in a small tie-back, She reached for her wand on the window ledge, and opened the room's door to investigate.

One of the other doors had been left open, letting the moon shine into the darkened hallway, casting a shadow on the hallway of the bolted down windows. Another one of her Aunt's stupid rules: Lights out after sunset and sunrise. But her Aunt wasn't here, or at least didn't appear to be.

Abby walked down the stairs to the door of the living room, holding her wand very tightly in her right hand as an uneasy feeling started to sink in. She started to back up to go to her room, but the door was yanked open by someone on the other side, wearing a mask.

"Well, well, well," the figure drawled in voice that was clearly belonging to a female, "We meet at last…"

The figure threw Abby across the room, where two other people stood, wearing the same masks the woman was, holding what clearly were wands, and they were pointed at her.

Abby opened her mouth to speak but the woman hissed.

"Do not speak when you are not asked to in front of your superiors," she growled, pointing her own wand at Abby's. "We couldn't find your Aunt or that half-blood brat, but you'll do just fine."

Abby narrowed her eyes and managed to push herself up. "What do you want with us?" she confusedly said, causing the figures to laugh.

"Don't lie," one of the other figures, a male, said. "You know quite well why we're after you."

Abby frowned. "No. I don't."

The woman took off her mask, to properly look at Abby. "Good god, you're even more stupid than that idiot of a father of yours. And you don't look anything like him either, it appears the only thing you and him have in common is your hair color!"

"Why does that have anything to with me?"

There was a loud exasperated sigh from the other figures and the woman merely smiled.

"Like it or not," she announced, moving to join the other two, "We have a job to do here. We were asked to kill each and every one of the persons residing in this house, but only one could be found. Pity," she sighed, looking at the girl in mock sympathy, "Killing is so much better in threes. I guess we'll just drive you insane then." She then nodded to the other two.

"Crucio!" they yelled in unison.

Abby felt the spell hit her, and it was like nothing she ever felt in her life. She was aware of screaming and yelling, but she wasn't quite sure who it was. After a minute or so, she collapsed to the floor, panting heavily. She could hear laughter, but after that, it was black.

"Hey, hey, are you alright?"

"Huh?" Abby blinked open her eyes. There was someone standing over her, while the three figures from earlier appeared to be unmoving on the floor.

"Are you alright?" The person repeated again, unsure if Abby had heard them the first time. She could see blurring figures swirling around the room, coming into focus for a few seconds but blurring out again.

"I d-don't know…what's going on? Where's my aunt?" Abby asked as she felt herself become light headed from all the shapes in the room. She could feel something turn her over to her side and she heard someone gasp slightly.

She could hear another voice. "She's lost a lot of blood. I'm not sure how longer she's going to last in that state."

Abby blinked again. "Wait…what?"

The other voice continued, disregarding her question. "Those persons in there, do you know them? "

Abby shook her head. "No, I was looking for my Aunt; I've no clue where she is. Maybe she knows them."

The voice laughed slightly. "You mean she might've known them. They're dead."

Abby closed her eyes for a second to think, ignoring the last comment of the voice. "I was coming downstairs when they attacked me, and then I blacked out."

The other person appeared to nod, and the voice laughed again.

"That must have been the screams that we heard. You're loud."

Abby managed a weak smile. "Thank you."

"Now listen to me," the voice, which Abby had finally figured out to be female, said as it became serious. "Given the state you're in, you have possibly anywhere from five to ten minutes left before you'll die, but you can stay alive, though I'm not sure you would take the chance."

Abby became perplexed. "And what would that be?"

The voice replied, no emotion in her voice, "To become a vampire, and there isn't any turning back. Once you've made this choice, you're not going to be able to return to your normal life, and that is why I don't think it's a chance you would take."

Abby sighed. "I'll do it. I'm not ready to die yet."

The voice sighed, but her eyes turned a bright blue. "It'll only hurt for the first thirty seconds or so, though I would imagine it would be nothing compared to that apparent attack." She bent over and pushed Abby's ponytail away from her shoulder and tilted Abby on her side again.

There was a sharp pain in the side of Abby's neck, but the voice had been right, it wasn't as painful as it probably would have been normally. But a few seconds later, after the voice had lifted her head from Abby's neck, a siren started sounding, and the voice swore loudly while the other person stood up and looked out one of the windows.

"There are people coming," the person nervously replied to the voice's apparent confused stare. "Some sort of alarm. I think we need to get out here, the three dead people in masks are going to be hard enough to explain anyway!"

The voice helped her to her feet, which took some time. She stumbled slightly, but regained her balance somewhat quickly. Abby blinked slightly as things came into focus more. The voice was a dark haired woman, dressed in nothing but black, and the other person appeared to be a blonde haired man, dressed in every day clothes. She paused for a few seconds as the siren continued, but then pointed toward the left of the front door, toward a short hallway.

"The back door's that way. I'm not sure if you've got a car or anything, but they might not notice us going out the back. Well, might, might not. I'm not guaranteeing anything." Abby walked over to the back door and unlocked it. "More to the point that my Aunt Hermione's going to kill me for becoming a vampire, but I suggest this is the way you go out."

The woman and man stepped out the back door, and Abby closed it behind her. She could feel a tug on her sleeve, and she followed to the side of the house as the back door's gate swayed in the light breeze, making a slight squeaking noise as it did.

The woman placed a finger to her lips as the people stormed in, some of them holding lumos-lit wands, obviously alerted to the presence of something wrong in the house.

When all the people had entered the house that which was now a "murder scene," the woman pulled Abby away from the side and led her to a car, which the two others got in. Abby nervously got in and looked around the darkened street as the car pulled away from its parked spot.

The woman spoke again. "I think now is the time to make introductions," she said as she looked back at Abby in the backseat. "I'm Selene. That's Michael. And you would be?"

Abby looked down for a second. "I'm Abigail. But I go by Abby mostly."

There was a frantic set of gasps and yells from the house as Hermione ran up to its steps. "What the hell happened here?" she demanded, holding Daphne, who looked scared to death. "When you send for an Order member, it had best be for good reason!"

One of the wizards ran up to her, causing her to put Daphne down. "Miss, I don't know if you should see this. There are three dead death eaters in there and a pool of blood in front of them."

She gasped audibly. "Do you know who they are?"

The wizard nodded. "The Lestranges, and one of the Malfoys, apparently."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "How did they die? By a wand or something else, or can you even tell?"

"It would be something else, ma'am, silver projectile of some sort. That can kill a person even if you're not a werewolf, especially if it's overdosed in the system."

Hermione shook her head. "I don't need excess information right now. Did you find anyone else in the house?"

"Nope, just the death eaters and the pool of blood…but the back door was open. Whoever else was in this house could have escaped, but it's very unlikely. I'd send for the other Order members if I were you."

"She did that already," An irritated voice replied as a redhead poofed out of nowhere. "Hermione, what's going on?"

Hermione turned to look at her as Daphne hid behind her, clearly terrified, more so than she had been a few minutes earlier.

"I'm afraid I know as little as you do, Ginny."