Hey I'm back…with a cold. It's been a while since I have got a chapter okay so it was about 5 days that can make about anybody crazy. Anyway, I hope I understand the situation here. Any questions just email me and I would politely answer them for you! Thank you for reviewing!

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Moonless Nights

By: Fate's Angel

Chapter 18: One dead, three more to kill

Ginny woke up in Draco's bed. 'Again,' she thought sarcastically. The blond boy was lightly snoring a few centimeters away from her. She quietly slipped out of the bed and padded quietly to find her clothes. She gathered all of her clothing, making sure not to leave anything behind. The redhead quietly left the room shutting the door softly.

            On the other side Ginny sighed in relief. Her fangs were pricking her tongue signifying that she was hungry. She stealthily got out of enemy territory and headed towards the kitchens.

            Draco rolled over in his bed. His messy blonde hair eschewed his view.  He passed a hand through his blonde locks and sat up. 'What happened?' he thought.

            'You don't want to know…' another voice said in his brain.

            'Eh, Ginny…'

            'Wow…you remembered,' Ginny thought sarcastically.

            'Whatever Weasley, so tell me what just happened?'

            'It should be very obvious.'

            Draco took in his state. 'Messy hair…and…I'm naked…Weasley! What did you do!'

            'Why are you yelling at me! I didn't do anything! Wait…maybe I did…'

            'What did you do Weasley!'

            'I kind of provoked into that possessive mode.'

            'Oh really…and I guess I shagged you a couple times did I? Typical me.'

            'Typical me! Typical me! Is that all you have to say!? Why I should-'

            'Did you go along Weasley?'

            There was no answer.

            'Ha! I knew you couldn't resist my sexy body. Wait, till your prat of a brother hears about this.'

            This got a reaction.

            'You. Will. Not. Tell. My. Brother!'

            'Oh right, right. You have your knickers in twist over him. That's too bad Weasley.'

            'Stop acting so smug Malfoy! Just shut it.'

            A sigh, 'Fine, fine Weasley. Have your way. By the way I am hungry. Could you maybe-'

            'Malfoy, I am not your house elf. Go get it yourself!'

            'Tch, like you be a good house elf anyway.'

            There was silence for a few minutes. Draco decided that the conversation was over. He slipped out of bed and got dress.

            Ginny Weasley was fuming. She stomped into the kitchen and to the back. She was very hungry after the little chit chat that she and Draco had. The thought of breaking his neck or something very horrible had passed through her mind many times.

            The redhead got her little snack and plopped down in one of the small chairs. She punctured her fangs in the plastic bag and being feeding. She savored the taste of the blood. It had a metallic taste that bordered on copper. The vampire closed her eyes and was engulfed in the taste of blood.

            Draco sauntered into the kitchen intending to curve his hunger. But he spotted a redheaded Weasley. His eyebrow arched in amusement. The little Weasley was sucking on her blood bag with her eyes closed.

            The blond boy kept quiet and went to get his bag of blood. Once he got his food he sat across the Weasley. He studied her quietly while he drank his blood.

            The crimson curls framed her face and fell down her back. Her porcelain skin was getting a blush from the blood. Her freckles were fading little by little. Draco Malfoy was captured by the little minx. He reached out with a smooth hand to touch her crimson hair. He made contact with the silky hair. 'So soft,' he thought.

            Ginny's eyes snapped open of the invading of her personal space. She gripped the intruder's hand almost crushing it. Her red-brown eyes stared into red-grey ones.

            "Malfoy what are you doing?" she snapped.

            Draco smirked, "Just seeing how much you could get from cutting off all that horrible hair," he said while snatching his hand away.

            Ginny snarled showing off her fangs in the process. "Malfoy, don't ever. Ever! Touch me again!"

            "Well, it's a little too late for that," he said with malice.

            The red headed vampire reached over and wrapped her hand around his neck. The table and chairs upturned. Ginny had Draco hanging from the air. Draco didn't seem fazed at all. His expression looked bored. His eyes were taunting for more.

            "Come on Weasley. Is that you got?" he taunted.

            With an enraged scream, Ginny threw him into the wall. Draco casually got up and dusted the invisible specks from his cloak.

            "Temper, temper," he scolded. The trademark smirk on his face.

            Ginny was about to charged at him again. Rage pumping through her veins.

            Suddenly a white light enveloped them. Then they disappeared.

            Voldemort was sitting in his chambers resting. He was getting weaker by the day and he needed the little strength he could get to strike fear into his men. He heard a commotion coming from upstairs. He waited. If it was the ministry then his men could defend him.

            The door painfully opened and there was a rush of footsteps. 'My children have returned' he thought. The dark lord relaxed. He was worried that his strongest fighters were defeated.

            "Children, you are back," Voldemort praised.

            "Yes, lord," Dracul said, kneeling. Virginia kneeled also.

            Voldemort made a pleased sound and he rested his eyes. "Lucius come out of the shadows. There is no reason to be hiding."

            "Sorry, my lord. I thought my presence wasn't needed," Lucius said.

            "I will tell when your presence is needed or not. Please come here!" Voldemort bellowed.

            Lucius, meekly, kneeled in front of Voldemort. He kept his distance away from the vampires.

            "Now, did your mission go well?" Voldemort asked.

            "No, we had reverted to our original state before we could kill the traitor," Virginia explained.

            "Really," Voldemort said amused. His predatory eyes gazed at Lucius. The blond man didn't dare to look up.

            "Yes, we transformed then we were automatically transported here," Virginia finished.

            "Hmm what a coincidence," Voldemort said dangerously, "Few hours after you left, Lucius was attacked. How coincidental."

            Lucius clenched his fist. He wouldn't give in. Never.

            "Care to explain this coincidence?" Voldemort asked. Daring him to defy him.

            The blond man started laughing hysterically. He stood up wand in hand. The loyal vampires were ready to defend their lord.

            "It was so easy. So easy!" Lucius said through hysterical laughter, "I tricked you under your sniveling noses."

            "Explain yourself Lucius!" Voldemort bellowed.

            "I control them. I will be the next dark lord. Not you," he pointed to Voldemort, "Or those two brats," he pointed to Dracul and Virginia, "I will be the next dark lord. You were too trusting."

            "My children kill him!" Voldemort ordered.

            The couple were ready to attack but they stopped. "Attack him! Attack him!" Voldemort yelled desperately.

            Lucius was in a trance like state. His eyes were rolled back and his wand was sparkling.

            Dracul slowly turned around. His eerie eyes glowing bright red. Mechanically he turned around. He took one step further then another. Virginia repeated his movements.

            "No, no. Children stop! Stop!" Voldemort screamed as they advanced on him.

            Blood was splattered. An inhumane scream pierce through the night.

            Harry screamed in agony. He tossed and turned in his bed. The scar was scorching his forehead. It felt like it was going to peel off. Ron ran to his side, frantically asking him what was wrong. The whole dorm room was awake as Seamus ran to get McGonagall.

            The crowd around Harry opened to let McGonagall through. Harry calmed a bit his chest was heaving and perspiration was on his brow.

            "Wh-what happened?" Harry asked.

            "That's what we all would like to know," McGonagall said sternly.

            "H-H-Harry l-l-ook. Y-Your f-f-forehead," Ron stuttered.

            "What! What is it Ron?" Harry asked. He frantically felt his forehead. He felt nothing. Not even his scar.

            *hides* Okay, Ginny and Draco are evil again. Voldemort is dead. I will explain his death in gory details in the next chapter if you want me to. Lucius is a very, very bad man. He is a very, very sneaky ninja (don't take this literally). Lucius controls Draco and Ginny…nobody knows that except Voldemort, who is dead, and Lucius. How about that for a plot twist or a semi circle thingy? I assume Harry's scar is gone after Voldemort is dead, I'm not too sure. Anyway please review…I would really appreciate it! If you hate this chapter then email me…seriously I won't yell at you. There is one thing bothering me about this chapter is it too early for somebody to die and figure what is really going on…eh…whatever…just review!