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A/N: Right, so whoever's been reading this is probably going, "where's the plot?!" Well I can now announce that I actually have one and you'll find a hint of it at the very end of this chapter! Woohoo! Thank you so much to my reviewers. See I told you reviews help me type faster. Please keep it up!

A/N: I've slipped in a line from Buffy into this, slightly modified. I f anyone can guess who said it and in which episode, they win a cookie!

Ginny was muddy, she was wet, and she was sore. She was also as exhilarated as she had ever been in her entire life. She had just spent the evening with Sirius who had been training her in the art of crossbows.

She smiled secretly to herself, thinking of her last shot, expertly aimed at the dummy Sirius had been using for training. He had enchanted it so it moved around, trying to dodge her fires. Up until then, she had been hitting the arms or the stomach, but with that last shot, she had gotten the heart almost on instinct. With that shot, she felt her confidence shoot up and her abilities truly become her own.

She had been training with Sirius for little over a week now, and even in that short a time she felt she had improved greatly. She seemed to be getting stronger by the day, and her co ordination was fantastic. Ginny still marvelled at the fact that she had the strength to open a jar, never mind to kill a vampire!

As she reached the common room, she frowned slightly, thinking with apprehension of the following evening. Sirius had been getting muggle newspapers delivered to Hogsmeade with the intent of checking out any mysterious deaths, and this evening he had found one. A boy had been found in a park, not far from Hogwarts with lacerations on his neck. The coroners report had said that his blood had been drained. Sirius was worried that he may have been sired so the following evening they were to venture out into the muggle world to the cemetery in which he was buried. Tomorrow night, she would meet her first vampire.

Although oddly excited at the prospect, she couldn't deny that she was a little frightened at the thought of fighting properly for the first time. Her training sessions with Sirius were amazing but she knew that she wouldn't know what her true potential was until she actually used her abilities in a life or death situation.

So lost was she in her thoughts that she didn't see Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting around the fire. "Ginny!" called Hermione, looking amusedly at her friend.

"Where have you been?" Ron asked his sister suspiciously. Ginny had been gone a lot lately and he was working under the assumption that she had a new boyfriend. Although when he voiced this opinion to Harry and Hermione, Hermione had scoffed and told him that she would know if Ginny had a boyfriend and Harry had gotten quiet and moody. Hermione had told him secretly the night before that she thought Harry had developed a bit of a crush on Ginny. Ron wasn't sure how he felt about this, but he supposed that Harry was better than any of the other duffers that Ginny had gone out with.

"Oh just practicing my Quidditch" said Ginny quickly, avoiding their eyes. Sirius had told her that she could tell people who she trusted about her Slayer status, but she couldn't bring herself to tell her closest friends just yet. She supposed it was because she still couldn't quite believe what had happened to her and she wanted to keep it a secret until she was sure that it wasn't just some huge cosmic mistake.

"You've been practicing Quidditch a lot lately" said Hermione.

"Oh well, you know, just trying to keep up!" Ginny replied brightly, stealing a glance at Harry who was looking at her with an odd expression on his face. Ginny felt that familiar surge of hope flare up inside her. She quashed it quickly, furious with herself. She would not allow herself to go there again. She had spent too much time thinking about the day when Harry would finally notice her and she had sworn to herself that she would get over him, no matter how much it looked like her dreams were coming true.

"You're doing well enough Ginny" said Harry, who's face was now shining beet red. Ginny put it down to his close proximity to the fire.

"Thanks" she mumbled. She knew she was going to have to tell him at some point that she had to resign from the team, her Slayer duties were going to take up too much time. But she couldn't tell him yet, not when it was her joining the Quidditch team that had made them become friends.

"Listen, I'm really tired. I'm just going to go to bed. 'Night all." With that, Ginny got up and walked up the stairs to her dormitory, her shoulders hunched.

"What is going on with her?!" said Ron in exasperation.

"I have no idea" replied Hermione. "Harry?"

"Hmm?" Harry was staring at the stairs that Ginny had just walked up. He snapped out of his reverie to find Ron and Hermione staring at him. "What?" he said, oddly flushed.

"We're just wondering," said Hermione, trying to keep a straight face, "if you knew what was up with Ginny? She hasn't been herself lately."

Harry blushed furiously. "How would I know what's wrong with her? It's not like we're joined at the hip. Why don't you just ask her? I'm going to bed." He said all this without taking a breath and jumped up from his chair, running up the stairs to his dorm.

"Well," said Hermione with a smile on her face. "That's very interesting."

"I'll tell you what's interesting," replied Ron with a smirk on his face, "you and those lips!"

Hermione laughed as Ron pulled her in for a kiss.

The next day dawned cold and dull as Harry ran downstairs for breakfast. He was late and he knew that Ron, Hermione and Ginny would already be in the Great Hall. Harry just couldn't get up that morning, he had been having the most wonderful dream. He remembered a girl with long hair, just out of his reach but when he woke he couldn't remember the girls face or anything else other than the way she had made him feel. He had felt safe in her presence, something he hadn't truly felt since Voldemort's return at the end of 4th year. Even though he was gone, Harry couldn't help but look over his shoulder on instinct. It was still hard for him to believe that he was truly gone.

Harry found his three friends sitting at their usual spots eating breakfast. He flopped down on the seat beside Ron and began piling bacon onto his plate.

"Hungry?" asked Ginny, smiling.

Harry's stomach lurched. "Starved." he replied, his mouth full. He wasn't sure that he liked the effect that Ginny had on him lately.

"Today's not so bad" said Ron, glancing at Harry and back to Ginny. "Double Care of Magical creatures and then Transfiguration. What have you got Ginny?"

"Double Potions then Divination" she said with a grimace.

"Ugh, hard luck Gin," said Ron, "mix in a little rectal surgery with that and it would be my best day ever!"

"That's a lovely visual for us while we're eating our breakfast Ronald" said Hermione, rolling her eyes.

In truth, Ginny wasn't really paying attention to this exchange, she was still worried about that night and her little outing into the muggle world. She sighed and picked up her bag. "Well I'll see you guys later." With a small wave she left the Great Hall and headed off for classes.

If it was any other Friday, Ginny's day would have gone at a snail's pace, so much did she hate Potions and Divination, but because of the day that was in it, her classes flew by and before she knew it, she was saying goodbye to the gang, under the pretence of getting in some more Quidditch practice and was standing outside Sirius's room.

"Evening Ginny." said Sirius when he opened that door. He shut it behind him and they made their way to the Quidditch pitch, where Dumbledore had set up a portkey to bring them to the muggle cemetery in which the boy was buried. "Are you excited about tonight?"

"Excited is a bit of a strong word," replied Ginny dryly, "I think absolutely petrified would be more apt."

"Oh come on Ginny, you'll be fine. You're getting loads better with you're stealth and those roundhouses are amazing!"

Ginny smiled sheepishly. "Its only because I've got such an amazing teacher!"

Now it was Sirius's turn to look sheepish.

When they reached the pitch and found the portkey, they stood waiting for it to activate. All of a sudden, Ginny felt the familiar tug behind her naval and in no time at all, she found herself standing in a cemetery,

"Now," said Sirius quietly, "the boy's name was Michael Smith. Ah, there's the headstone." Ginny followed Sirius to a tasteful looking tombstone and looked at the inscription.

Here lies our beloved Michael

1982 - 2003

Sleep well, our angel.

She felt a surge of sadness. It was so unfair, this boy was only 21 years old and he was ripped from the people who loved him by some monster. She made a vow to kill him quickly, so he wouldn't have to endure too much time as a soulless monster.

All of a sudden, she saw the earth in front of the tombstone start to move and a hand thrust through it.

"It's time." whispered Sirius. "I'm here if you need me."

Ginny watched in horror as the body of what used to be Michael Smith scrambled from the earth and lunged at her. She reacted quickly with a swift kick to his stomach, followed by a punch to his nose. Ginny was amazed at herself. This was incredible! She felt power surge through her like never before as she landed a rib breaking punch to his chest.

Michael regained his bearings and grabbed her from behind, locking one of his arms around her neck. "Well," he leered, "a nice little snack after my nap." Ginny elbowed him in the stomach and as he doubled up in pain, she brought out a stake from behind her back, where she had it tucked into her belt.

"Slayer." Michael hissed before starting towards her. "Karen sends her regards, she told me to tell you that she'd see you soon, Ginny."

Ginny started. How did he know her name, and who was this Karen? "Sorry," she said, "don't know any Karen. But I'm pretty sure she'll be joining you soon so I'll make sure to get her to pass on my regards to you."

"You have no idea what you're dealing with," said Michael. "But believe me when I say that I'm going to have great fun feeding off yo-"

Ginny had just thrust her stake into his heart and with a look of defeat, Michael exploded into a cloud of dust.

"Wow did you see that?!" asked Ginny excitedly turning to Sirius. Sirius however, did not look in the slightest bit happy or impressed. There was a look of sheer terror in his eyes and he began talking to himself.

"Not now, not here, oh God!" Sirius mumbled this over and over again until Ginny grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him.

"What's the matter Sirius? You're scaring me!"

Sirius looked down at Ginny. "I didn't think it would be this soon, I'm so sorry Ginny."

"What is it?!" Ginny almost shouted. She was very scared, Sirius had never fallen apart like this, never.

"I didn't want to tell you yet, I thought it was too soon. The last slayer Ginny, She wasn't just killed. Her name was Karen," Ginny felt a sinking feeling in her stomach, "and well…Oh Ginny, she was made a vampire. And now she's after you."