Previously: He reached to stroke her cheek. Just as his hand made contact with her face, her eyes fluttered open.

"Harry?"

Death Becomes Her

Chapter Two

Rebirth

"Harry?" Ginny whispered.

"Gi…Ginny?" Harry, pale with shock, whispered fearfully. "You're dead. You were lying there all dead, and this isn't real. I'm dreaming." Harry shook his head frantically as if trying to wake himself up from a nightmare.

Ginny sat up and wrapped her arms around herself, "Harry I'm cold, could you get me a blanket? Please?" As Harry bent down to grab one of the quilts lying beside the couch, the skin of his wrist became exposed. When Ginny caught sight of the web of blue veins pulsing in his wrist, a strange urge took hold of her and she seized his arm and sunk her teeth into the soft supple skin.

Harry cried out in shock and pain, and could feel the blood drain out of his body as Ginny greedily suckled at his life source. His cries and shouts brought the Weasley's running, and upon seeing her daughter miraculously alive and drinking Harry's blood, Molly screamed and threw herself bodily at Ginny, successfully knocking her off Harry.

As Ginny lay trapped beneath Molly, Harry cowered in a corner clutching his arm to his chest, a look of fear and confusion in his eyes. "You evil thing," He spat at her "You aren't my Ginny, she would, could never do this." His face was rapidly going a vibrant red that would do Ron proud.

Ginny shoved her mother aside and leapt into what could only be described as a predatory crouch, her teeth bared and a deep growl ripping from her throat. Her eyes were like two pieces of coal set in her pale face, and her hair whipped and crackled around her head like a mane of scarlet lightning.

Harry went chalk white with fear, pressing himself into the corner even further as if he was trying to disappear through the wall. "St…stay away from me, you…beast." He croaked. All of a sudden someone came up behind Ginny and laid a hand on her shoulder pulling at it gently, attempting to get her attention away from Harry. Ginny reached up behind her and grabbed the attacker by the neck, pulled them over her shoulder and dumped them on the ground. Standing, she turned towards the door and made as if to run away when someone spoke. "Locomotor mortis." Ginny's legs locked together and she fell to the ground. Turning her head she looked up to see her father standing over her with his wand pointed at her, "You're not going anywhere love."

~*~ That Night~*~

Ginny awoke to find herself on the couch with a blanket draped over her. Hearing hushed voices coming from the kitchen, she stood and wrapped the blanket around herself. She walked quietly towards the kitchen and stood beside the door. She could make out voices with astounding clarity, as if her hearing had sharpened to that of a dolphin.

~*~In the kitchen ~*~

"She was dead! As in no pulse, no breathing, stone cold dead. And then she wakes up and bites Harry? Don't tell me you guys don't see it too." Hermione was obviously straining to keep her voice down, always the know-it-all she was trying to explain to everyone what had happened to Ginny. Ginny leaned closer to catch the reactions of her family.

"Yes I think we very well know what she is Hermione, contrary to popular belief, us Weasley's do know a thing or two. Arthur can you go get Albus please, he should know what to do. Ron, go and check on Harry, that wound should be seen to before it starts to fester. I am going to talk to my daughter." Hearing footsteps on the tiled floor, Ginny quickly ran back to the couch, lay down and closed her eyes. With her eyes closed it was then that Ginny first truly experienced her newly heightened senses. In the next room, she could hear the four heartbeats of her brothers, she could hear each of their breathing and could hear every part of their conversation. Focusing on the room she was in, she could hear her mother's footsteps as if they were directly beside her, she could hear her heartbeat and breathing. But the most seductive sound was the sound of her mother's blood pumping through her veins. She could smell vanilla and cinnamon rolling off Molly in waves, she smelt like warmth and home.

As her mother drew close, Ginny opened her eyes and smiled at her. Molly knelt beside the couch and placed a hand on Ginny's cheek. "Oh my darling, its so good to see you smile again. Even under the current circumstances." Molly's eyes started to tear up. Ginny sat up and hugged her mother, and it was like hugging a hot water bottle. 'Am I really that cold?' thought Ginny. She looked down at the arm wrapped around her mothers back, her pale skin had become almost translucent and the blue veins beneath the surface were clearly visible. Ginny shivered and released her mother. "Mum what's wrong with me?"

Molly looked her daughter in the eyes, and saw that she didn't know anything about the situation. "Ginny, love, don't you remember what happened? You bit Harry. Do you notice anything different about yourself?" She sat beside Ginny on the couch and looked at her sternly. "Ginny you died."

Ginny snapped her head around to look at her mother, "I what?! I died?!" It then all came flooding back to her. The picnic, the kiss, a woman in black, blood and then blackness. Harry … she bit him. She looked at her mother with horror written on her face. " Mum? What...how? There was a woman, she bit me and made me drink her blood, and she was a vampire. Mum, am I… I can't be.'

Molly looked at her daughter sadly and nodded. "Yes honey, I think you are. You're not alive anymore, you're undead." She looked away as tears started to fall, not wanting to upset Ginny even more.

Ginny looked down at her hands, they were trembling uncontrollably, and she had the sudden urge to run away. She stood, and swayed as if she had head rush, and she felt weak. She moved towards the front door, and with each step she could feel an innate strength and grace flow through her muscles and bones. As she reached for the door handle, she heard her mother's voice call out from behind her, "Be back soon love, Dumbledore is coming to see you." Ginny nodded, feeling as if she were in a dream, and everything was just some twisted nightmare.

When she stepped outside Ginny could feel the wind playing softly on her skin and the dewy grass beneath her feet. She could hear the crickets chirping in the woods off to her right, and the garden gnomes murmuring and playing in the garden. Lifting her head to look at the stars, the night sky blanketed her, making her feel small. Walking through the garden was a new experience, she was able to hear every movement of the insects, birds and other wildlife.

Ginny turned towards the forest, and set off at a jog. It came effortlessly and didn't tire her or seem to take much energy. It came as naturally as walking, so Ginny decided to test how fast she could go. Suddenly she was running through the forest so fast that the trees blurred together.

Slowing down, Ginny realized that she didn't know where she was. The landscape around her had changed. She spun around to see if she could see her path, and realized that she was well and truly lost.

"Great," she muttered, "first I find out that I'm dead and now I'm lost." She sat down on a nearby rock and chewed on a thumbnail. The grass around her was long and untamed, and vibrantly green. She had stopped in a meadow at the foot of some hills, a waterfall was trickling into a brook some distance away, and daisies were dotted around the meadow in little clusters. It was beautiful.

Still in her sundress, Ginny wandered around the edge of the meadow. It was large and flat, and the hills framed it. She found herself feeling more at home here than at her own house.

Hearing a branch crack behind her, she spun round to see a shadow lurking just behind the trees.

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