Blood and Chocolate

From a childhood's hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As other saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone


Authors' Notes: Okay, first let me explain something: This will not center on Ginny. It will hop around the poverties. Mostly on Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Sirius, and Remus, there will be other people that will take part in the story. Tell me what you think. If you don't like it tell me. No FLAMES! People, please be considerate of my feelings. I will see how much the reviewers like the story then if you like it a good deal I will continue. If you don't this story will be deleted.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This poem, 'Alone' belongs to the brilliant mind of Edgar Allen Poe. I do not own the plot idea either. Some of it, well most of it I own, it's a rip off of Demon in My View, Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. That book rocks; I suggest that you read it.

I haven't always been this way. No, I fear that I shall never know why this has happened to me. It seemed that this had just happened, but alas, I am truly very wrong. I, Ginerva Weasley, am a Vampire. I often wonder why I was bestowed with the treacherous gift. The muggles make us seem so much worse then we really are. Their stories about us are far different then the 'encounters' they seem to have.

I do not burn under crosses; in fact I wear one right now. I do not scour at the smell of garlic; I don't on the other hand like the smell. You would hate it to if your smell was ten times as strong as that of a werewolf. I am not a nocturnal creature. Though bright light does make me flinch at times, and my eyes will often hurt. Holy water does not affect me, and I am sure that if one were to drive a stake through my heart I would die. But then again wouldn't everyone?

I am sixteen years old. I am still young, but my Sire was killed and now I am alone. I still go to Hogwarts, and have been able to keep my secret for a long time. The only person that knows is in fact Dumbledore. Though how could he not know? I am grateful that he has allowed me to stay at this school.

The years have not been kind to me. I was changed sometime over the summer of my fourth year. I do not remember all of the details, but I remember what I need to know. My friends over the past have found that I get rather irritable and have nothing to with me. I am, however grateful that they have left me alone. That saves me a whole lot of questions with answers I cannot reveal.

Some times I do wish that I had not gone out that night. I really, wish that I had not stepped foot out of my door. If I had just left well enough alone I would not be in this situation. My nature is very curious. Curiosity killed the cat; I admire the person who came up with that. People must not have known that I have not aged since my fifteenth birthday. My eyes have darkened black like most of my kind do, but my hair has stayed the same. I am pale, but the change has done wonders to my body.

That is the upside of being a Vampire. Your body changes with the bite. I went from being the clumsy red head, to the stunningly beautiful woman. My body was now full of curves, my jaws were high, and I had become rather graceful. It seemed now that nobody could miss me when I walked by. Another upside to being a Vampire, you didn't age. We were beautiful creatures. That's what made us so different.

I am surprised that nobody has figured out my secret. I have my own goblet full of blood. I do not prefer Human food, but I must eat it. As not to arise suspicion amongst the crowds, I must be very careful this year, because Hermione has become watchful. To watchful for my taste. I my have to take care of her myself…

I gaze at the other people. Their childish banter seemed to fill the hall. I hoped I could have always been like that. At a time I had been, and then that had all changed. I had stepped beyond the point of no return. Because I was dead and I could not die again. I could only wish to be alive like the rest of them. I was the only known Vampire at the school. I knew that I was. I could sense other Vampires and people's emotions.

I could read people's minds without them ever knowing it. I could veil my presence from people, much like I was doing now. I was a powerful Vampire. Almost as powerful as Lucifer had been he had been my Sire and he had been very powerful.

Flash Back

It had been raining rather hard. The moon was high on the sky and almost full. Ginny couldn't sleep. Something was nagging at her mind. She had to go outside. She needed to go outside. But she couldn't she didn't want to. She would get into trouble. The nagging in the back of her mind became almost over powering. She went to her brother's room to see if any thing was a miss. Her gaze shifted over to the Dark haired, green eyed man.

He was breath taking, probably the most handsome person she had ever laid her eyes on. He was tall and built but not bulky. He was still pale, but that could change over the summer. His hair was long and shaggy. He no longer wore glasses. They often got in his way. So he went to contact lenses. She stared at him for as long as she could.

She had better get a good look at him now. This would be the last night that Ginny Weasley would live. Because, in a few hours she would die. She made her way to the door. She pulled it open while tugging her coat around her to block out some of the rain. The nagging in her head told her to go to the woods. She wondered why, but did not falter.

She whipped around as she heard a branch break behind her. She saw no one and turned back around. She gasped and tried to scream, but nothing would come out. She seemed to be under some kind of spell. She stood face to face with a man. He was handsome and tall. His hair and eyes were black. He had graceful features and looked some what dangerous. Maybe that's why she didn't run.

Maybe she had stayed because she was waiting to see what would happen. She couldn't have known that he was the one that had called her out here so that he could feed on her. Yet, he had completely destroyed her life in a matter of minutes. Maybe she hadn't wanted to leave.

"You are much more then I expected", the man hissed. His eyes looming over her scanty clad body. He moved in closer to her. She could not move. He pulled her into his embrace and put his hand on her neck.

"What do you want?" She asked, shaking with the fear that anyone could have spotted. He smirked at her and a twinkle went to his cold eyes.

"I want you".

"No, leave me alone!"

"Hush, child and hold still, it will hurt worse if you struggle".

He tilted back her head and exposed her neck. Her eyes went wide and she struggled more then ever.

"I no longer want to kill you, My Child; you shall be more useful to me if you aren't in your grave".

She tried to break free and succeeded for a moment. But not long enough, he caught up to her easily. He tilted his face to look in her eyes and a word went across her mind, sleep...

End Flash Back

I already know what happened after that. He had changed me without a second glance and left me alone and hungry, he had later come back when I was too weak to feed myself. I had refused to hunt. I would not do it. I couldn't do it, and I had never had the intention to. Now, I hardly even think about it when I do hunt. I do not usually kill my victims. I will feed from them and then I will erase their memories. They will not remember a thing. I have not done that here. I mostly do that when I am home in the summer.

Here I do not need to hunt, because Dumbledore has supplied me with enough blood. I am fine until the summer, and that sometimes could lead to problems. I had to find somebody that I could feed from. I usually did, but I never had it easy.

Life would serve as a problem to me. Since I had been a little girl, nothing had ever come to be easy. Now, it was as if I walked on water. Well, I could walk on water but I preferred not to. It would creep people out and lead to rather strange questions. Now, all I had to do this year was keep people from noticing me and finding out. I am Ginny Weasley and I can do what ever it takes.

That is what I have to do in order to survive. Including stay away from Harry Potter, he is a danger to me, but I love him. I can't fall in love I am not permitted to. It would be too dangerous for me, and him.

Author's Note: You may or may not like this story. I am just going to experiment. If you don't fine, if you do, Yay!