Prologue

Ginny surveyed the carnage of the latest battle. All her family and friends had died a long time ago, victims of age like she never would be. 4968 years ago the Boy-Who-Lived had killed himself by falling on his own sword. And just as the blood bubbled out of his mouth Ginny pulled Gryffindors sword out of his chest and ran it through He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

But this was all along time ago, all any one knew about the Boy Wonder now was what they read in text books. Or they would if the magical world still existed for wizards. They had been breaded out; to many muggle wizard unions had occurred. It started with an increase in squibs. In current time the closest anyone ever got to a proper wizard was a random muggleborn who were normally killed by the age of 5 by their muggle parents. Or an immortal being like Ginny was.

It was ironic that the world that Ginny's lover had been fighting for was the one he would have wanted the least. Harry had sort to save the Muggles from extinction and he succeeded at the price of wizard extinction.

The Muggles had found out about wizard life. And hated it. Their first experience with magic, on whole, was when the king himself made a statement on his mother's death, Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, Elizabeth the 2nd had been killed in a death eater attack. And so with that as their first experience to magic the muggle worlds trembled in fear of magic, assuming that all wizards must be like Voldemort

This had led to a war against Muggles who had decided to kill all magic folk. There had been 3 muggle wars against them. A decree had also been made that should a magic person ever be found he or she must die. Parents who bore muggleborns were killed if found out and the muggleborn in question had been killed and then displayed publicly.

Ginny shook her head at the memory and bent down to lightly touch the cheek of a fallen comrade. He was a very pretty man, pretty but dead. This pretty man had curly blond hair that was slicked down a bit with blood. His blue eyes were vacant and his lips pale and agape.

It was just another silly muggle vs. muggle war. Ginny had seen millions of them. She sometimes fought in them herself, if she felt like it or was bored. She couldn't quite remember what this one was for. Something about one muggle countries releasing along dead disease in the other countries main city. They disease had killed millions as the Muggles had not vaccinated their selves against this particular disease in a long time.

In away these muggle wars comforted Ginny, it sent out a message to her that something would continue forever, on of things was war, another was taxes and yet another was death.

Ginny tilted the dead mans head back and sunk her fangs deep into his throat. She drank deeply; she had not fed upon another in at least 5 years choosing instead to drink her potion than have to confront the monster that was the muggle world. And when she did drink from another, they were always already dead. Ginny couldn't bare to kill anymore.

His blood had gone cold and bitter with death and it was not a pleasing thing to go down her throat. But still she drank, she needed the strength. In a few days she would be able to do what she most desired; to go back in time.

She had been working on it for a decade and had finally finished. She would be able to go back and inhabit her infant self; she would kill the soul of her infant self and live within the body. This time around when the master vampire offered her immortality she would refuse it. This way she could die with her friends and family. This way she wouldn't need human blood once a week. This way she could change the future but not have to live with it.

Not even a stake threw her icy heart could kill her, one of the problems with being turned by the master himself. It had left her immune to everything but her own pain. Ginny had even tried swimming in a volcano once, all that happened was she got a few burns that healed within the hour.

Ginny remembered well her turning, she remembered her master well too. Brendan. He was lucky; he had been able to die after he had turned her. But Ginny could never find someone willing, or someone she was willing to give to, the curse of her immortality. But she would refuse immortality this time, she had too...

Flash Back

Ginny was walking down the street of Diagon alley, depressed, at night time. She walked because in a frenzy to look like he could help his people, the Minister of Magic had declared apparating banned, this only marginally slowed death eater attacks.

Harry had just told her that he had to die to kill Voldemort. Ginny had run away from him, her lover was already dead to her. She had to go clear her head, which she was now realizing was a bad idea. All alone in the middle of the night in the middle of abandoned street and close to Harry potter. To put it simply she was death eater food.

Tense as she walked Ginny thought she could hear the rustling of cloak from behind her, her head whipped around to see. There standing in an alley way was vampire. He had long black hair which he had tied back in a pony tail with a silver ribbon; his eyes were a light brown, flecked with amber. His face was drawn, shallow looking and he was smiling at her.

Ginny could see his whiter then white fangs. His pale skin reflected the moon light, making him look almost ghost like. He held out one of his pale hands to her. He spoke his voice rich and deep, it sounded foreign, slightly French.

"You are sad, little girl, but powerful I can see. Come to me, I will help you, I will change you"

"P-please don't at me" Ginny stuttered, frozen by terror.

"Me eat you?" the vampire laughed warmly, "Nay, little girl, you are too special to be eaten. Now come to me, I will help you, I will change you." The vampire opened his arms up, as if beckoning Ginny to hug him. And by a strange compulsion Ginny felt her feet walking her towards him; before she knew it she was within his arms.

"Well done, little girl, now let me take you away, let me change you" the vampire said as he picked Ginny up off the ground, into his arms like one would carry a small child.

"Yes…" Ginny murmured completely in his trance. "But what do mean change, what do want?"

"I will make you a vampire, little girl, I want to make you my little princess," the vampire said and then jumped, he was in the air, flying. "Do you wish to become immortal, little princess? Are you willing to able to live threw anything?"

"Yes," Ginny said and with that her fate was sealed. The vampire carried her in his arms away to his home, he changed her, in the morning Ginny ran home, but it was all but too late. She was a master vampire. She was immortal.

End Flash Back

Ginny had tried to kill herself many times. She had sat underneath the Atlantic Ocean for a year once but to no avail, she had look into eyes of basilisks but ended up learning how to speak their language, she had floated around in space and ended up figuring how to break not only the speed of light but the speed of dark as well.

Having taken all the cold stale blood out of the man she moved onto another and then a woman and her little boy. Once her hunger was finally satisfied she walked home to work on her project, so soon would she be in her mothers arms, so soon would Harry's eyes smile down at her and so soon she could laugh at her brothers antics. So very soon she would finally be home.