Story Author: Faye

Disclaimer: It's a good thing I don't own Harry Potter or else Ginny would be a vampire by now. Hehehe… And Christopher Moore wrote a book called Bloodsucking Fiends, so I guess I don't own the title either.


After Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had sat down, Ginny flipped through the file on the table and began questioning Dudley, asking him things such as "Did the wizard say anything to you at all before he Disapparated – before he disappeared?"

Dudley usually grunted his "yes" or "no", with the occasional help from Melba, Heather, or Piers. Uncle Vernon kept asking if "the bloody thing is going to take much longer" while Aunt Petunia sat quietly, clutching her hands together in nervousness.

Harry, who was still leaning against the wall, was indeed so quiet the entire time that Aunt Petunia glanced back at him a few times to make sure he was still there; she clearly felt more comfortable with him there – after all, he was her nephew.

Ginny, on the other hand, Harry could see, would have been far better off with him elsewhere. She seemed to jump every time he so much as shifted his feet, even though she had her back to him and couldn't see him.

In the middle of one of Uncle Vernon's complaints, the door opened and in walked the Head of Aurors, Gawain Robards. He gestured for Harry to follow him out and looked over at Ginny. She nodded her head to show that she would handle the rest by herself – as if she hadn't been doing so already. To Harry, Ginny seemed pleased that he was leaving.

The scowl returned to his face as he left to catch up with Mr. Robards, who was walking towards the Head Office.

"Ahh, Harry," Mr. Robards said, "I have a couple of things to discuss with you. First of all, Kinsley has reported to me that he has found out what He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's new weapon is."

The two Aurors had reached the Head Office. A sign on top of the door read "Head of Aurors – G. Robards."

Mr. Robards opened the door and gestured for Harry to walk in. He closed the door and walked to his chair. He sat down and faced Harry, who wasn't trying very hard to hide the scowl on his face.

Mr. Robards straightened his cloak and said, "It appears that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has acquired a vampire."

Harry stared at Mr. Robards in shock. "A what?"

Mr. Robards nodded his head. "Yes, Harry, a vampire. We don't know how dangerous he is, if he's bitten anyone yet, if He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has him under the Imperius Curse…"

"Wait a minute, Mr. Robards," Harry said, "If Voldemort does have a vampire on his side, and if it has bitten someone already, then how are we to know if someone has been forced into his side?"

"Exactly, Harry," Mr. Robards said. "We have no idea if the vampire has bitten anyone. What I need you to find out is if any Aurors were not where they were supposed to be these last few days. Chances are, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has tried to get one of our most trusted Aurors into his inner circle. Naturally, Harry, we'll have to have you tested for the Imperius Curse. You must understand it's only protocol."

Harry nodded, "Of course, Mr. Robards."

He turned to go, but Mr. Robards raise his hands and said," Wait a minute, Harry. I have one last thing to discuss with you."

Harry expected another briefing of Voldemort's actions, but instead Mr. Robards said, "As you can see Harry, I'm getting quite old."

It was true. Mr. Robards's hair was turning white and he had deep wrinkles in his skin, but Harry didn't understand where he was heading.

"And I want you to be the first to know, Harry," Mr. Robards continued, "that although I haven't had this post for very long, I am retiring."

Harry gaped at Mr. Robards in shock.

"And I and the Wizengamot have voted the new Head of Aurors, Harry," Mr. Robards said, looking at Harry significantly.

"Hang on," Harry said, catching on. "You can't expect me to be the new Head?"

Mr. Robards simply smiled and nodded.

"But… but," Harry began, "Why can't you make… why not Tonks? Or Kinsley Shackelbolt? Make him the new Head of Aurors, not me!"

Mr. Robards raised his eyebrows. "Harry, I understand that you feel uncomfortable taking the title, but you must admit that although Tonks and Kinsley are both very skilled, their strength as Aurors or even as leaders don't match up to yours."

"But most of these Aurors here are at least twice my age!" Harry cried. "How do you think they'll feel if I become the new Head of Aurors?"

Mr. Robards smiled. "I think they'll all feel very proud, as I do. You see, Harry, ever since you took your first Auror lesson here all of us knew that you would someday become the new Head of Aurors. That day has come quicker than I expected, but that's just for the better."

Harry stared at a spot on the door and said, "When will you be leaving, sir?"

"Oh, just as soon as I've packed. You'll also want to move your things in here, Harry. Do you want to do it yourself, or should Anna help you?" Mr. Robards asked, referring to his assistant.

Harry shook his head. "No, it's all right, I wouldn't want to bother her," he said.

Mr. Robards laughed. "Oh! It would be no bother for her! She'll be your assistant, after all."

Harry stared at Mr. Robards in shock again. "I'm going to have an assistant?" He asked in a weak voice.

Mr. Robards stood up and laughed again. "Oh, my boy! It has been such a pleasure working by your side. Tomorrow I'll be announcing my retirement and your new post. I know you can't stand the press, Harry, but I must insist you come."

"Oh, I can't, sir," Harry said quickly. "Tomorrow is Mrs. Weasley birthday and I'm supposed to be at the Burrow…"

"Ahh, well," Mr. Robards said. "Guess you wriggled yourself out of that one, eh, Harry? Well, just make sure you pop by if just for a minute."

"Yes, sir" Harry said, heading out the door.


A few rooms down, Ginny Weasley stood still as stone. She'd been concentrating her new hearing powers on what was going on in the Head Office. So they'd finally figured out that Voldemort's new weapon was a vampire! Ginny's mood became a little lighter. First of all, Harry was going to do checks on all the Aurors, meaning that he'd have to somehow figure out that she was a vampire. He'd stay away from her for sure. And she couldn't wait until everyone else heard the news. Harry was going to be the new Head of Aurors! Of course, on the outside she was trying to make Harry believe that she completely hated him, but there was no way she was going to convince herself that she didn't love him. Naturally, she was very happy for him, although when her boss announced Harry's new position, she would have to seem unenthusiastic.

Ginny forgot she wasn't by herself until she heard a very annoying cough right next to her.

"Are we ever going to be able to leave this blasted place?" Uncle Vernon cried.

Ginny shot him a look full of hatred but nevertheless said, "Well, off you go then."

Before Uncle Vernon could get another sentence in, Dudley said, "And how in the world do you suppose we do that? When Harry brought us here he did some of his weirdness we just appeared here from the car."

The door of the room opened and Harry walked in, the same scowl on his face as before.

Ginny felt a strong sense of blood thirst, and she turned away from everyone in the room so that they wouldn't see the bright white points of her fangs protruding from her mouth. Then she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on getting the fangs to go back to wherever they'd come from; they had been staying place longer than normal lately. To her surprise, the fangs shot back into her mouth, cutting her lip of the way. Ginny sucked in her lip and sucked up all the blood in pleasure. She let her lip go and it healed immediately. That was another thing she'd noticed: the tiny holes in her neck had healed, and now anytime she got the even simplest cut they healed immediately.

Thinking that she'd finally gotten control over her fangs, Ginny concentrated on them shooting back down. She felt them come out again and she just barely managed to keep from jumping up in joy. She made the fangs go back up and then turned back to the people in the room.

Harry was standing up and looking through the files in his hand, the ones that had been on the table. Ginny couldn't help noticing how breathtaking he looked, his bangs handing over his eyes, his scar showing through slightly… His glasses slipped down to the tip of his nose and Harry pushed them back up. Then looked up and he caught Ginny's stare. If Ginny had been a normal being, she would have sucked her breath in. But, as she had just began to notice, she didn't even have a breath. Her chest didn't even move up and down like a normal person's.

Harry was looking at her questioningly, a smirk playing at his lips. Ginny shot him a look and said in an acerbic tone, "Don't keep your family and friends waiting!"

The smirk wiped away from Harry's face to be replaced by the scowl. He closed the files in is arm and opened the door of the interrogation room. "Go on," he said to the Muggles, his eyes still on Ginny's.

Uncle Vernon said, "Finally! Want to get away from these bloody…"

Aunt Petunia followed him from the room and waited for the others. Melba, Heather, and Piers got up and followed them out, but Dudley said, "You mean we're going to have to go through that?"

Harry took his eyes off of Ginny and looked where Dudley was looking at. The smile went back to his face. Outside of the room, witches and wizards in long flowing robes of many colors – mostly black – walked back and forth through cubicles and offices. Some people had their wands out and every once in a while someone would mutter a spell and something would shoot of the wands. Some owls roamed around everywhere, flapping down into some cubicles with packages tied to their legs or in their beaks. Then they flap back out of the cubicles and disappear around a corner. Adding to that, moving posters of wanted criminals flashed in all colors everywhere you looked. Bright lights and noises could bee seen protruding from practically every cubicle: most Aurors liked to have their own Dark Detectors.

Harry smiled again. He could have just Apparated the Muggles back to the street, but he was feeling particularly moody right now, and so he decided that he would at least have some fun scaring Dudley.

Dudley gulped and walked out of the room. Ginny followed him, refusing to look at Harry. But Harry grabbed her arm and turned her to him.

"And for the record," he said in whisper so that only she could hear, "they're not my friends. And I've never considered the Dursleys my family either."

He left her standing there and led the Muggles away. Many people gawked at Harry, and the Dursleys and Dudley's friends couldn't help but wonder what exactly they were staring at. Uncle Vernon shot filthy looks at everyone he passed – at least, at the people who weren't holding wands.

Before they'd gotten far, a man who looked to be about forty years old went up to Harry and said, "Mr. Potter! I was wondering if I could have an autograph…" The man extracted a piece of paper with Harry's own moving face printed on it. Harry could tell it had been cut out from the Daily Prophet.

Heather and Melba looked at each other in confusion. Why was someone asking for Harry Potter's autograph?

Harry heaved a heavy sigh in exasperation. "I'm sorry," he said, "but are you authorized to be down here?"

"Oh, I work on the floor below," the man said. "Mr. Potter, my wife… she's in St. Mungo's with injuries from a Death Eater attack. She told me that she wanted an autograph from Harry Potter, her hero."

Harry flushed in embarrassment. Dudley snorted. Aunt petunia looked up at Harry in surprise.

"What's your wife's name?" Harry asked the man.

The man brightened at those words. "Betty, sir. It's Betty"

Harry took the picture of his face and a quill from the man. He scribbled a few words on the paper:

Betty – I'll make sure that the Death Eaters who did this to you will be caught and locked up. Best wishes, Harry Potter

He gave the man the picture and the quill back. "Tell Betty I hope she gets better," he said.

The man nodded enthusiastically. "God bless you, Harry Potter!" He walked excitedly to the elevator.

Harry turned to the Muggles and noticed Melba and Heather whispering excitedly.

"… He's famous!" Melba was saying. She rounded on Dudley. "Why didn't you tell us he's famous, Dudley?"

Dudley ignored her. Piers sneered at Harry. "How could something like him ever become famous?"

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were both looking at Harry in a strange way. Uncle Vernon definitely seemed surprised, but Aunt Petunia, not so much so. She almost seemed… proud.

Harry led them to the elevator. He got in the elevator with them, and a friend of Harry's followed them in. He had dark skin, a handsome face, and an American accent. He was one of the people who worked in the Department of Mysteries.

"Harry!" he said, slapping Harry a high-five. "Nice game last Saturday. Don't know why you don't sign up for Seeker tryouts. You'd win, all right. Hell, you'd even win England the World Cup. And have you heard Ron is the new Keeper for the Cannons? Personally, I don't know why he didn't try for the Arrows. Much better team… And who are they?"

He was looking at the Muggles. He could tell they weren't magical by the way they were dressed.

"Oh, er…" Harry said, "… When did you find out about Ron, Luke? He hasn't even told me yet."

"Oh," Luke said, "I just got word from the Magical Sports supervisor. She promised she'd tell me the results."

Harry smiled. "If you love Quidditch so much, why don't you try out?"

The Dursleys and the other Muggles were squeezing themselves against one corner of the elevator, apparently confused as to what Quidditch was. Uncle Vernon remembered something vaguely about a Quidditch World Cup, but that was all.

"Oh, I love watching Quidditch, but I myself prefer playing Quodpot," Luke said. "That's what I grew up playing, after all."

The elevator doors opened and Harry said goodbye to Luke. The Dursleys and the others followed him to the telephone booth. Witches and wizards were not ashamed to point and stare as Harry walked by. At least five more people cornered him and asked for his autograph, to all of whom he gave an excuse to get away from soon.

The Dursleys and the other Muggles were stunned to see all the attention Harry was getting. Melba, Heather, and Piers discovered that far from being a criminal, Harry seemed to be a hero of some sort. People's eyes followed him all the way to the telephone booth, which was waiting patiently for them at the end of the hallway. Everyone was very cramped inside the booth, seeing as both Uncle Vernon and Dudley were in it, but they all managed to fit. After Harry told the mechanical voice that he was escorting Muggles back to their world, the booth started moving up and finally they were above ground again.

Harry stepped out of the booth and took a deep breath; he was never going inside a space that small with both Dudley and Uncle Vernon inside.

The black car was waiting for them outside. Harry led the Muggles to it. Before they got in, Dudley shot an anxious glance behind Harry. Harry looked back and smiled.

A Ministry wizard was standing behind him.

"Oh," Harry said. "This is Thomas, an Obliviator. He'll be escorting you home."

Harry pushed the Muggles into the car and let Thomas follow them in.

"Why is he coming?" Piers asked.

"Well," Harry said, smiling. "He needs to Obliviate you, of course."

Harry winked at Thomas and shut the door of the car. Immediately the car pulled away, but not before Harry heard the angry pounding on the car glass.

Harry went back to the booth, hands in pockets, to take the visitor's way back into the Ministry. He was suddenly feeling a lot better. But then he thought about why he had been feeling moody before – Ginny – and the smile disappeared from his face.


AN: So, I hope you guys liked this chapter. I know, there was little Ginny and her vampire-ness in there, but I will add more soon. Remember, the next day is Mrs. Weasley birthday (seriously – October 30) so they both have to be at the Burrow. Hehehehe… There are a lot of things that could happen there, so give me some suggestions. I love reviews, so the more I get, the faster I'll update.