"Ginny?" he repeated. "Is that you? What are you doing here?"
But before he could continue she had her wand out, aimed at his chest, and in her other hand she held a knife.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice low. "And how do you know that name?"
"It's me Ginny." He responded. "Don't you know me?"
"No. "
He sighed, he really didn't want to have to do this. Lifting up his bangs he said. "Is this enough ID for you?"
"Harry? Is that really you?"
"Yes Ginny. It's me."
"Where have you been? They've been worried sick back at HQ."
"And you?"
"I knew you'd be alright. Knew you'd still be in the country."
"Really?" he inquired slyly.
She smiled, vaguely aware they were flirting. "Oh yes."
Well then. Things were going better than Harry thought they would be. Now, he had to check upon the idea that had popped into his head.
"Say Ginny, what are you doing here?"
"They were pissing me off. Thought you'd fled the country."
"I see. And Lupin?"
"He's managing. Bit upset though. Obviously, just lost his last real companion. By the way, I have that letter you wrote."
"Really? How did they react?"
"Ron and Hermione went absolutely hysterical. Mum was frantic. Lupin looked as if he expected. Muttered you were absolutely like your mom.
Apparently she got pissed at your dad one day, and left for Hogwarts. Left a note."
Harry was touched. "Oh?"
"Yes, but Snape was the best of all you know. He went ballistic. You're not supposed to be able to brew that potion you know, its NEWT level."
"Ah yes, but I could get some for you, for a price."
"Really? Name that price." She challenged.
"Let me buy you some stuff."
Her eyes narrowed. "Why? Ashamed of me looking like this."
"No, I just thought you'd want some stuff or something. And my inheritance just came into play. I have so much, and no one to spend it on."
"Oh. I'm sorry Harry, I didn't mean it. I just get defensive sometimes. You know, with Malfoy and all."
"I understand. Malfoy's just as bad as Dudley, 'cept I don't have to wear his old clothes."
"Are you lonely Harry Potter?"
"What?"
"Lonely." she responded. "You know, a feeling of loneliness so deep, that they're nothing that can make it any better."
"Yes. Incredibly lonely."
"I understand."
"Is everything alright Ginny?"
She looked him in the eye. "No, but nothing worse than what you're dealing with."
"I think it is Ginny. You know what I think? I think you're incredibly lonely. Even when you're surrounded by your entire family you are so alone. You're not like them Ginny, but that doesn't make you any less special. You are incredibly special."
"No I'm not. I'm just Ginny."
"You'll never be just Ginny to me. I know that I never really got to know you, and I'm ashamed of that. But now that I'm starting to know you, I can tell you now that you are destined for something great. And I'll be watching, no matter where you are."
"Thank you Harry." A lone tear snaked its way down her white cheek.
"Now what are we waiting for. I know just the thing that will make you feel better. Let's buy you a whole new wardrobe. Make up for all those years that I didn't get you presents. We can start here."
So both of them went back into the store. When they exited, Ginny had gotten herself six skirts, they were all black, a bottom layer of a material, and an upper layer of the same material in something Sheilagh called a "flounce hem", and a satin ribbon around the waist band. She also got a pair of the same
spider-webbed pants that Harry had picked out. Her 7 winter shirts were all black, and all the same. But her summer shirts. Now, those were something to see. One of them was red and black with buckles, making it a sort of corset. One of them hooked up at front, and was actually corset top. She got a couple of pretty skimpy
tank tops, a black tube top, and her last two tops were plain tee shirts that said "Where's My Coffee?" Ginny, Harry found out, really liked coffee.
Like Harry, she got a long coat that went down to her ankles, and there were 3 buckles that wrapped around her abdomen, making for a corset-like look. She in all entirety was rather happy with her new wardrobe. But she was a bit worried when Harry told her that she wasn't done.
"Look Harry, you don't have to do this. I'm sure you're going broke," she pleaded with him.
"Going broke Ginevra? Do you know how much the Potter vaults are actually worth?"
They looked at each other. "No." She finally admitted.
Harry riffled through his bag, and took out the letter. Ginny noticed curly feminine writing. "With my full inheritance I'm worth about 40 000 000 galleons. There's about 3 000 000 galleons in my savings account at the moment."
Ginny was awed. And suddenly she didn't feel so bad about him buying her clothes.
She was suddenly snapped out of her reverie by Harry waving his hand in front of her face.
"Where to now Harry?"
"Well, we should go back to the Leaky Cauldron now, to drop your stuff back off. I told Tom that my name was James Dursley. That's what it says on the register. Your mom has done the shopping the past few years, so come up with an alias, but I am James Dursley."
"Sure thing- James."
Back at the Leaky Cauldron, they were met with a suspicious Tom. "Hello James."
"Hi Tom."
"Who do you have with you?"
Ginny stepped forwards. "My name is Andrea Smith. I'm a friend of James'"
" Show me your left forearm."
Ginny looked shocked. "Do you think me a Death Eater?"
"You can never be too careful these days. So show me your arm, or I'll call the aurors."
She looked at Harry. "Show him your arm Andrea."
Grudgingly she lifted her sleeve and showed him her arm.
"Sorry miss. Dark days. Will you be needing a room?"
"No Tom, she'll be staying with me. I trust there will be a cot of sorts in the closet?"
"Yes."
"Thank you Tom."
"Of course Mr. Dursley."
Harry managed to carry all his and Ginny's stuff up the stairs to room 13. He put the bags on the bed, right beside his bags from Madame Malkins.
"Boy Harry, you sure have done a lot of shopping today. You sure you want to be doing this?"
"Is it making you feel special Virginia?"
"Well yeah," she said "I've never been out and had someone buy me everything I want. What are we going to do now?"
"You haven't finished getting your new clothes. You still need wizarding clothes, I need to go to Ollivanders, and there are some things we both have to pick up."
"Ollivanders? What for?"
"I need to talk to the old man."
"Is he horribly old?"
"Haven't you seen him?"
"No."
"Why ever not?"
Ginny squirmed around in her seat. "Didn't you know?" she inquired.
"That you didn't have your own wand? Of course not. I never thought about it I suppose. Never really was much to think about. Ron got Charlie's old wand, but I figured they got you your own the year Sirius escaped from Azkaban."
"There was only enough for one person to get a new wand. And since Ron's was broken, I stuck with Bill's old wand."
"Well, I'll have to take you to Ollivanders. But first, we've got a busy day tomorrow, we have to wake up early to get some stuff in the muggle world."
"Like what?"
"Do you know what a gun is?"
"It's a metal wand muggles use to kill each other with."
"Right and wrong. It is made out of metal, and muggles use them to kill each other with, but it doesn't use anything spectacular. There are these little metal balls that come out of the gun, those do the actual killing. Each type of gun hold a certain amount of bullets (the little metal balls). But the muggles have made certain materials to stop the bullets. It is heavy, but its thin. They call it Kevlar, it's the muggle equivalent of dragon hide. I've found someone to supply us with the kevlar, and I told him I might bring a friend. Trying to foresee any big things that could happen."
"Oh." Ginny said in a confused type of way. "Will the stuff reflect spells?"
"No, but that's the other thing we need to pick up- dragon hide. I'll buy us both a pair of pants, vests, and jackets of both materials, and I'll buy us both dragon hide boots."
"But why do we need the Kevlar? The Death Eaters won't use guns."
"They won't, but we will."
"Us? You mean the order?" asked Ginny.
"No," replied Harry, "us and the order. They won't be too keen on trusting us, now that we've run away. But we'll find away around it. I don't imagine that wizards and witches will be able to use guns very well. The Kevlar will be a good precaution."
"They won't trust us anymore once we get back. I heard Snape muttering about how he knew you couldn't be trusted, and that your running away proved that fact. And my parents sat me, Ron, Hermione, Luna, and Neville down, they're staying at HQ, and told us the importance of staying put, and running away would make it look like you had something to hide."
"I take it Hermione caught on rather quickly?"
"Yeah, but Ron didn't. They were sitting in the living room later, and I saw her explaining it to him. I was on my way out, but he didn't seem to get it, and that didn't seem like the first time that she was explaining the idea to him."
"He's my friend, but he's kind of dense."
"Yeah, you can say that again. Now, where's the cot?"
"Oh no, not the cot. You'll sleep on the bed. I'll take the cot."
Harry and Ginny pulled the cot out of the closet. After setting it up (it looked small, but Harry was sure it would be very soft) Harry walked into the bathroom and spoke to the cupboard. "Dreamless sleep potion." When he opened the cupboard there were two potions. But then he heard another voice from the room "Harry, can you get me a dreamless sleep potion too?"
Leaving the bathroom he tossed Ginny a bottle. "The cupboard regurgitated two today, before you asked for one."
"Odd."
Morning was to come soon. But when they awoke, Harry and Ginny were in for a surprise. They were both in the same bed. "Harry? What are you doing up here?"
Harry, having just woken up and being very disoriented was a bit confused. "Up where? Where am I?"
"Harry, you're in my bed." Responded Ginny as if she was talking to a four year old.
"Ugh. Don't know how I got up here. You saw me go to sleep on the cot." With that he pointed to where the cot used to be.
"Harry, there's nothing there."
"Isn't there?" Harry asked thickly.
"Yes Harry, the cot isn't there."
"We'll talk to Tom later, okay?"
"Sure. First dibs on the shower!" Ginny yelled as she sprinted to the bathroom.
"Hey! No fair!" Harry yelled after her, but just lay back down of the bed. This was really weird. He had set out the cot, and he had fallen asleep on the cot. But had woken up on the bed. His train of thought ended when Ginny exited the bathroom. "All yours Harry."
Harry took a quick shower, and dressed in a pair of pants and a shirt. Ginny had dressed in a top, and in a skirt. Closing the door behind them they exited the pub and soon were on the streets of London.
"Where are we meeting this guy?"
"Some where soon. There's a big building, said that there would be a rose or something on the side door. If we knock on that door twice, someone will open it."
"Hey, that door has a rose on it!" They both looked to where Ginny had pointed, there was indeed a rose on the side door of the building. Harry went up to the door and knocked.
"Password?" asked a quiet voice from inside.
"Voldemort's bane."
"Enter."
They both walked into the building. In a small room just inside the entrance there sat a man.
"Hello Harry Potter," he smirked "or should I say James Dursley. And the exquisite Andrea Smith. Or the rogue Weasley. You two are well know here."
"We had a deal. I need the stuff."
"Ah yes." He snapped and two anonymous henchmen walked out. Each carried a Kevlar jacket, a Kevlar vest, and a pair of pants. "An odd request, coming from The Boy Who Lived. We never would have thought that you'd stray far from Dumbledore. Especially in these times..."
"Things change, and people change." responded Harry through gritted teeth.
"Yes, they do. Now, I want you two to meet someone tomorrow night. A very interesting someone."
"Where should we meet this someone?" asked Ginny. Sensing that Harry was at the breaking point.
"In the back room of the Leaky Cauldron. Tom will know this man, and won't be worried when you ask for silencing charms. He has been instructed to explain some business that I need taken care of. Since I am banned from that fine establishment, and since I am a very busy man I will not be attending. Now go, I am busy."
Harry and Ginny turned and walked away. "Mr. Potter, Ms. Weasley. Vampires don't just walk at night. They often come out at day." Harry and Ginny exchanged looks, and continued walking until they reached outside. Carrying the bags of their stuff they walked back to Charring Cross road, and then to their room in the Leaky Cauldron.
As they walked down Diagon Alley Ginny asked the inevitable question. "What did he mean by 'Vampires don't just walk at night'? Was it a warning?"
"Quite possibly. For as long as I've known the man he's always been quite strange. I don't know how he knew who I was though. I never signed the letters."
"Maybe he has spies. That's mostly how Dumbledore manages to know everything."
"That and the fact that he's an occlumens."
"Would make sense that. Now, where are we going?"
"Ollivanders."
"I don't have any money."
"That doesn't matter. I'm buying you a wand."
They entered the store together. Mr. Ollivander was waiting in front of the counter.
"I've been expecting you two. Miss Weasley, it is indeed time for you to get a wand of your own. William's has been working fine. But you are growing now. Which is your wand hand?"
"Right hand sir." And not once did she blink as the magic tape measure measured her arm from the elbow down, from the shoulder to the elbow, and the entire arm. As well as the distance around her head, and even oddly enough the length between her eyes.
The ancient man walked towards the shelf and picked up a box from the shelf. "Twelve and a half inches, made of yew. With a phoenix feather."
Ginny picked up the wand and with a swish the scent of flowers filled the store, looking down a layer of lilies covered the floor.
"Oh, very interesting! I do believe that this is the first time that I have ever picked out the right wand on the first try."
"How much for the wand Mr. Ollivander?" asked Harry.
"Four Galleons, please. A discount is in order I believe Mr. Potter."
Harry handed over the money, and Ginny took the box with the wand and they quickly exited the store. Ginny had been oddly quiet since Ollivander gave her the wand. Harry looked at Ginny worriedly.
"Maybe we should get some ice cream?"
"That would be nice Harry." Ginny took a seat at a table outside the shop, and Harry walked in a got them each a sundae. He hoped this would cheer Ginny up. Getting back to the table Harry placed a sundae in front of Ginny and placed one where he sat.
"Harry?"
Harry looked up from his sundae. "Yes Ginny?"
"Do you mind if we don't mention the cot? We could share the bed. It's big enough."
"Are you okay Ginny? What's wrong?"
"Tom's wand was made of yew."
That sentence alone was enough to make Harry stop what he was doing.
"You're not Tom, Ginny."
"I try to tell myself that, but then something like this comes up and I doubt myself again."
"It's okay. I can understand that. And if that's what you want, I won't mention the cot."
"Thank you Harry. I get horribly lonely at night."
"It's okay. Now, finish up your sundae. We need to get the rest of your wardrobe, and Dragon hide. I also need a knife. We'll probably get the guns at our meeting tomorrow night.
They finished up their sundaes and quickly picked up the rest of the Ginny's wardrobe, and ran to the combat supplies store to get the dragon hide.
This wasn't the flimsy dragon hide that the twins had been wearing since they escaped Hogwarts last year, but the real stuff that wizarding warriors had been wearing for centuries. Like everyone knew, Dragon hide was very repellant, and it took several freezing spells to knock out a full grown dragon.
In a shady shop, towards the end of the Alley, Harry found his dagger. It was rather thin, but the shop owner had assured Harry that it was nearly unbreakable. The dagger was made of folded steel, like a sword, and was about the same length as the one Ginny had pulled on him when he first saw her in muggle London. The hilt was rather elaborate. There was a story on it, Harry wasn't sure what it was about, but it looked like a vampire conquest story. The main reason Harry bought the dagger was on the pommel. Tiny flowing script spelled the name Potter. He wondered which of his ancestors had owned this particular knife.
It had taken awhile for Harry to find a knife that he could feel good about using. A whole wall of the store was dedicated to 'werewolf knives'. These were the knives that werewolf hunters used, since they were made of pure silver. That fact alone had been almost enough to make Harry leave the shop.
For the rest of the day Harry and Ginny lounged about in their room. Around nine they ordered a supper to be brought up to them. And finally at eleven they went to bed. Oddly enough the cupboard gave 2 potions instead of the one it had done before Ginny had arrived. But once again, since that was what they wanted they didn't press the issue, or mention it to the inn keeper.
Harry and Ginny managed to sleep in the next morning. Over a light breakfast of coffee and toast Harry told Ginny something that he had been worrying about. "I've taken the potion the past 3 nights in a row. I can't take one tonight, so I understand if you want to get a separate room tonight."
" I can't take it either. I took one from Snape the day before I left, so I can't take one today either. If we stick by each other it should be fine. People always helped my nightmares when I was younger."
"If you don't mind me asking, what do you dream about?"
"About Tom. I didn't have them in 2nd year, or 3rd, not until the end. Since then I've tried to take a potion every three nights.
"I'm sorry," began Harry "If you hadn't known me then this would have never happened."
"Don't be silly. If it wasn't me, then it would have been someone else. And you'd still feel bad about it. If you hadn't known me, you wouldn't have nearly died that day. So I think its even."
They looked at each other. When Harry went up to pay for breakfast he stopped to talk to Tom. "Andrea and I will need to rent the backroom tonight. We need to talk about business with someone."
Toms eyes narrowed. "Who is this someone?"
Harry shrugged. "I honestly don't know. But I've been told you know him."
"Very well Mr. Dursley. At what time?"
"Seven until midnight. I'm afraid I don't know exactly when. We'll also need some silencing charms."
"Is this to go on the tab?"
Ginny came up behind Harry as he was thinking. "Yes, it is."
"Now... James." She said addressing Harry. "What are we going to do today? I was thinking that we could explore muggle London for a bit."
"Sure. We need some music."
"Tonks showed me some music last year that I think you'd like. She's into music."
"What bands? I might have heard of some."
"Uh, The Cure, Joy Division, The Smiths, Alice in Chains. Those are the ones she showed me. They're one these things called CDS. They go into some weird machines. I heard Dudley and some of his friends listening to Alice in Chains once. I was locked in the cupboard and Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon weren't home."
"They locked you in a cupboard?"
"That was my room until I got the Hogwarts letter. In a panic they moved me into Dudley's second bed room. He threw a fit."
It took awhile for Ginny and Harry to actually find a music store. And even longer for them to decide which ones to buy. It turned out, unbeknownst to Harry and Ginny that there were several CDs by these groups. In the end they just decided to buy one of each , and a portable CD player for each. They'd go to Flourish and Blotts to find a book on enchanting muggle electronics for Hogwarts.
"According to Hermione these things don't work at Hogwarts. Too much magic or something."
"It would make sense Harry. Hogwarts has been around so long that the magic has seeped into the land. In essence the part of Scotland that Hogwarts covers is magical."
"I didn't know that." And he looked down at his watch. "Ginny, we gotta go back, it's almost time for the meeting. We've just enough time to get back." So Harry paid for the music and the playing devices and they ran out the door. And down the street, and down the next, and down even the next, then finally they were at the Leaky Cauldron. Tom stopped them.
"He's in the back room, just got in."
"Thanks." Said Harry and he shoved a couple of galleons into Tom's hand.
They walked into the back room and were confronted by an empty room. Then the door closed and there was only black. When they came to they were tied to chairs. In front of them sat a man, he was tall with black hair and extremely skin.
'You're a vampire." exclaimed Ginny.
"Correct Ms. Weasley," then he waved his wand, "and now you can't speak. Nor you Mr. Potter."
He looked at them struggling beneath the ropes and laughed. "Ah yes. Ever since I heard of you Mr. Potter I knew I would be the one to change you. Said to myself I did, that there's an extremely tasty looking neck. And I said, once again that perhaps it wouldn't be too bad to nibble on that. Oh yes. When the master showed us his plans I volunteered right away, knowing what I did, and no one but me knowing!" the vampire let out a laugh. "Ah yes. And then when it was revealed that you had a pretty companion, I was delighted. Two necks for the price of one. And all I have to do is give you some bloodsy." Maniacal laughter followed that statement.
"My sire was a Potter. She sired the woman who sired the man who sired me. Could say that she was my great-grandmother. Oh, she'd be so proud of me right now. Unfortunately she was killed. Master saw necessary to that. Wise man the master. He's been alive for millennia, no one knows how he does it. Rumors is he hasn't been outside for the past thousand years. Has spies all over the place. When he heard of you Mr. Potter, he decided that you'd be the one he'd help. You'll not be in charge of him, oh no. No one's in charge of the master. But he'd lend his services to you. For one price. I'm to bleed you a bit, take some of the blood. And change you. And that goes for your pretty little companion too. Oh yes master's been waiting for years to get his hands on Weasley blood. Pure that is. Now onto business. I need blood, you need to pay. This won't hurt a bit, or maybe it will. It's been so long now..."
With that he untied Harry and plunged his fangs into his neck. Almost at the point of death he threw Harry to the ground, and Harry noticed foggily that he was putting the stopper on something. With a sharp nail he cut a small hole in his wrist and put it to his face. "Drink now, or master will be mighty displeased." And Harry drank the sweet life giving elixir. And drank until the man threw him to the ground.
Then the pain came, pain so sharp and hot that it made to Cruciatus feel like a paper cut. He writhed and he writhed not noticing the man throw Ginny to the floor. Not noticing her writhing until the convulsions stopped and he sat up. Crawling over he stroked her hair and hushed until she stopped.
"Now for your re-education. Master said to make sure to tell you this. Only fire can kill you, and lots of fire. Fire so hot that it only comes from the bowels of hell. They must make sure to hold you in the fire for days before anything happens. The sunlight won't hurt you. No, not since the master says it won't. Wise man the master. You can go out any time of day. You need not hunt from humans. In the Potter vaults there are two cups. They will supply you with blood. Good sweet life-giving blood. You need only drink once a day. And if drinking from a human you need not kill them, but its best if you do. Ta-ta kiddies. Got to get the bloodsy to the master." And with that the man was gone, leaving the two newest vampires to stew in their thoughts.
A.N: Chapter's over now. Incase you haven't noticed the master the vampire is talking about isn't Voldemort. He's an immortal of sorts. And the Vampire is totally crazy, he's incredibly old. His great-grandmother sire lady was a Potter. More into that later though. I promised Kevlar and you got Kevlar. How do you like the plot twist? Also, apparently J.K Rowling said that Ginny's real name is Ginevra, so that's what it will be in this story.
But before he could continue she had her wand out, aimed at his chest, and in her other hand she held a knife.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice low. "And how do you know that name?"
"It's me Ginny." He responded. "Don't you know me?"
"No. "
He sighed, he really didn't want to have to do this. Lifting up his bangs he said. "Is this enough ID for you?"
"Harry? Is that really you?"
"Yes Ginny. It's me."
"Where have you been? They've been worried sick back at HQ."
"And you?"
"I knew you'd be alright. Knew you'd still be in the country."
"Really?" he inquired slyly.
She smiled, vaguely aware they were flirting. "Oh yes."
Well then. Things were going better than Harry thought they would be. Now, he had to check upon the idea that had popped into his head.
"Say Ginny, what are you doing here?"
"They were pissing me off. Thought you'd fled the country."
"I see. And Lupin?"
"He's managing. Bit upset though. Obviously, just lost his last real companion. By the way, I have that letter you wrote."
"Really? How did they react?"
"Ron and Hermione went absolutely hysterical. Mum was frantic. Lupin looked as if he expected. Muttered you were absolutely like your mom.
Apparently she got pissed at your dad one day, and left for Hogwarts. Left a note."
Harry was touched. "Oh?"
"Yes, but Snape was the best of all you know. He went ballistic. You're not supposed to be able to brew that potion you know, its NEWT level."
"Ah yes, but I could get some for you, for a price."
"Really? Name that price." She challenged.
"Let me buy you some stuff."
Her eyes narrowed. "Why? Ashamed of me looking like this."
"No, I just thought you'd want some stuff or something. And my inheritance just came into play. I have so much, and no one to spend it on."
"Oh. I'm sorry Harry, I didn't mean it. I just get defensive sometimes. You know, with Malfoy and all."
"I understand. Malfoy's just as bad as Dudley, 'cept I don't have to wear his old clothes."
"Are you lonely Harry Potter?"
"What?"
"Lonely." she responded. "You know, a feeling of loneliness so deep, that they're nothing that can make it any better."
"Yes. Incredibly lonely."
"I understand."
"Is everything alright Ginny?"
She looked him in the eye. "No, but nothing worse than what you're dealing with."
"I think it is Ginny. You know what I think? I think you're incredibly lonely. Even when you're surrounded by your entire family you are so alone. You're not like them Ginny, but that doesn't make you any less special. You are incredibly special."
"No I'm not. I'm just Ginny."
"You'll never be just Ginny to me. I know that I never really got to know you, and I'm ashamed of that. But now that I'm starting to know you, I can tell you now that you are destined for something great. And I'll be watching, no matter where you are."
"Thank you Harry." A lone tear snaked its way down her white cheek.
"Now what are we waiting for. I know just the thing that will make you feel better. Let's buy you a whole new wardrobe. Make up for all those years that I didn't get you presents. We can start here."
So both of them went back into the store. When they exited, Ginny had gotten herself six skirts, they were all black, a bottom layer of a material, and an upper layer of the same material in something Sheilagh called a "flounce hem", and a satin ribbon around the waist band. She also got a pair of the same
spider-webbed pants that Harry had picked out. Her 7 winter shirts were all black, and all the same. But her summer shirts. Now, those were something to see. One of them was red and black with buckles, making it a sort of corset. One of them hooked up at front, and was actually corset top. She got a couple of pretty skimpy
tank tops, a black tube top, and her last two tops were plain tee shirts that said "Where's My Coffee?" Ginny, Harry found out, really liked coffee.
Like Harry, she got a long coat that went down to her ankles, and there were 3 buckles that wrapped around her abdomen, making for a corset-like look. She in all entirety was rather happy with her new wardrobe. But she was a bit worried when Harry told her that she wasn't done.
"Look Harry, you don't have to do this. I'm sure you're going broke," she pleaded with him.
"Going broke Ginevra? Do you know how much the Potter vaults are actually worth?"
They looked at each other. "No." She finally admitted.
Harry riffled through his bag, and took out the letter. Ginny noticed curly feminine writing. "With my full inheritance I'm worth about 40 000 000 galleons. There's about 3 000 000 galleons in my savings account at the moment."
Ginny was awed. And suddenly she didn't feel so bad about him buying her clothes.
She was suddenly snapped out of her reverie by Harry waving his hand in front of her face.
"Where to now Harry?"
"Well, we should go back to the Leaky Cauldron now, to drop your stuff back off. I told Tom that my name was James Dursley. That's what it says on the register. Your mom has done the shopping the past few years, so come up with an alias, but I am James Dursley."
"Sure thing- James."
Back at the Leaky Cauldron, they were met with a suspicious Tom. "Hello James."
"Hi Tom."
"Who do you have with you?"
Ginny stepped forwards. "My name is Andrea Smith. I'm a friend of James'"
" Show me your left forearm."
Ginny looked shocked. "Do you think me a Death Eater?"
"You can never be too careful these days. So show me your arm, or I'll call the aurors."
She looked at Harry. "Show him your arm Andrea."
Grudgingly she lifted her sleeve and showed him her arm.
"Sorry miss. Dark days. Will you be needing a room?"
"No Tom, she'll be staying with me. I trust there will be a cot of sorts in the closet?"
"Yes."
"Thank you Tom."
"Of course Mr. Dursley."
Harry managed to carry all his and Ginny's stuff up the stairs to room 13. He put the bags on the bed, right beside his bags from Madame Malkins.
"Boy Harry, you sure have done a lot of shopping today. You sure you want to be doing this?"
"Is it making you feel special Virginia?"
"Well yeah," she said "I've never been out and had someone buy me everything I want. What are we going to do now?"
"You haven't finished getting your new clothes. You still need wizarding clothes, I need to go to Ollivanders, and there are some things we both have to pick up."
"Ollivanders? What for?"
"I need to talk to the old man."
"Is he horribly old?"
"Haven't you seen him?"
"No."
"Why ever not?"
Ginny squirmed around in her seat. "Didn't you know?" she inquired.
"That you didn't have your own wand? Of course not. I never thought about it I suppose. Never really was much to think about. Ron got Charlie's old wand, but I figured they got you your own the year Sirius escaped from Azkaban."
"There was only enough for one person to get a new wand. And since Ron's was broken, I stuck with Bill's old wand."
"Well, I'll have to take you to Ollivanders. But first, we've got a busy day tomorrow, we have to wake up early to get some stuff in the muggle world."
"Like what?"
"Do you know what a gun is?"
"It's a metal wand muggles use to kill each other with."
"Right and wrong. It is made out of metal, and muggles use them to kill each other with, but it doesn't use anything spectacular. There are these little metal balls that come out of the gun, those do the actual killing. Each type of gun hold a certain amount of bullets (the little metal balls). But the muggles have made certain materials to stop the bullets. It is heavy, but its thin. They call it Kevlar, it's the muggle equivalent of dragon hide. I've found someone to supply us with the kevlar, and I told him I might bring a friend. Trying to foresee any big things that could happen."
"Oh." Ginny said in a confused type of way. "Will the stuff reflect spells?"
"No, but that's the other thing we need to pick up- dragon hide. I'll buy us both a pair of pants, vests, and jackets of both materials, and I'll buy us both dragon hide boots."
"But why do we need the Kevlar? The Death Eaters won't use guns."
"They won't, but we will."
"Us? You mean the order?" asked Ginny.
"No," replied Harry, "us and the order. They won't be too keen on trusting us, now that we've run away. But we'll find away around it. I don't imagine that wizards and witches will be able to use guns very well. The Kevlar will be a good precaution."
"They won't trust us anymore once we get back. I heard Snape muttering about how he knew you couldn't be trusted, and that your running away proved that fact. And my parents sat me, Ron, Hermione, Luna, and Neville down, they're staying at HQ, and told us the importance of staying put, and running away would make it look like you had something to hide."
"I take it Hermione caught on rather quickly?"
"Yeah, but Ron didn't. They were sitting in the living room later, and I saw her explaining it to him. I was on my way out, but he didn't seem to get it, and that didn't seem like the first time that she was explaining the idea to him."
"He's my friend, but he's kind of dense."
"Yeah, you can say that again. Now, where's the cot?"
"Oh no, not the cot. You'll sleep on the bed. I'll take the cot."
Harry and Ginny pulled the cot out of the closet. After setting it up (it looked small, but Harry was sure it would be very soft) Harry walked into the bathroom and spoke to the cupboard. "Dreamless sleep potion." When he opened the cupboard there were two potions. But then he heard another voice from the room "Harry, can you get me a dreamless sleep potion too?"
Leaving the bathroom he tossed Ginny a bottle. "The cupboard regurgitated two today, before you asked for one."
"Odd."
Morning was to come soon. But when they awoke, Harry and Ginny were in for a surprise. They were both in the same bed. "Harry? What are you doing up here?"
Harry, having just woken up and being very disoriented was a bit confused. "Up where? Where am I?"
"Harry, you're in my bed." Responded Ginny as if she was talking to a four year old.
"Ugh. Don't know how I got up here. You saw me go to sleep on the cot." With that he pointed to where the cot used to be.
"Harry, there's nothing there."
"Isn't there?" Harry asked thickly.
"Yes Harry, the cot isn't there."
"We'll talk to Tom later, okay?"
"Sure. First dibs on the shower!" Ginny yelled as she sprinted to the bathroom.
"Hey! No fair!" Harry yelled after her, but just lay back down of the bed. This was really weird. He had set out the cot, and he had fallen asleep on the cot. But had woken up on the bed. His train of thought ended when Ginny exited the bathroom. "All yours Harry."
Harry took a quick shower, and dressed in a pair of pants and a shirt. Ginny had dressed in a top, and in a skirt. Closing the door behind them they exited the pub and soon were on the streets of London.
"Where are we meeting this guy?"
"Some where soon. There's a big building, said that there would be a rose or something on the side door. If we knock on that door twice, someone will open it."
"Hey, that door has a rose on it!" They both looked to where Ginny had pointed, there was indeed a rose on the side door of the building. Harry went up to the door and knocked.
"Password?" asked a quiet voice from inside.
"Voldemort's bane."
"Enter."
They both walked into the building. In a small room just inside the entrance there sat a man.
"Hello Harry Potter," he smirked "or should I say James Dursley. And the exquisite Andrea Smith. Or the rogue Weasley. You two are well know here."
"We had a deal. I need the stuff."
"Ah yes." He snapped and two anonymous henchmen walked out. Each carried a Kevlar jacket, a Kevlar vest, and a pair of pants. "An odd request, coming from The Boy Who Lived. We never would have thought that you'd stray far from Dumbledore. Especially in these times..."
"Things change, and people change." responded Harry through gritted teeth.
"Yes, they do. Now, I want you two to meet someone tomorrow night. A very interesting someone."
"Where should we meet this someone?" asked Ginny. Sensing that Harry was at the breaking point.
"In the back room of the Leaky Cauldron. Tom will know this man, and won't be worried when you ask for silencing charms. He has been instructed to explain some business that I need taken care of. Since I am banned from that fine establishment, and since I am a very busy man I will not be attending. Now go, I am busy."
Harry and Ginny turned and walked away. "Mr. Potter, Ms. Weasley. Vampires don't just walk at night. They often come out at day." Harry and Ginny exchanged looks, and continued walking until they reached outside. Carrying the bags of their stuff they walked back to Charring Cross road, and then to their room in the Leaky Cauldron.
As they walked down Diagon Alley Ginny asked the inevitable question. "What did he mean by 'Vampires don't just walk at night'? Was it a warning?"
"Quite possibly. For as long as I've known the man he's always been quite strange. I don't know how he knew who I was though. I never signed the letters."
"Maybe he has spies. That's mostly how Dumbledore manages to know everything."
"That and the fact that he's an occlumens."
"Would make sense that. Now, where are we going?"
"Ollivanders."
"I don't have any money."
"That doesn't matter. I'm buying you a wand."
They entered the store together. Mr. Ollivander was waiting in front of the counter.
"I've been expecting you two. Miss Weasley, it is indeed time for you to get a wand of your own. William's has been working fine. But you are growing now. Which is your wand hand?"
"Right hand sir." And not once did she blink as the magic tape measure measured her arm from the elbow down, from the shoulder to the elbow, and the entire arm. As well as the distance around her head, and even oddly enough the length between her eyes.
The ancient man walked towards the shelf and picked up a box from the shelf. "Twelve and a half inches, made of yew. With a phoenix feather."
Ginny picked up the wand and with a swish the scent of flowers filled the store, looking down a layer of lilies covered the floor.
"Oh, very interesting! I do believe that this is the first time that I have ever picked out the right wand on the first try."
"How much for the wand Mr. Ollivander?" asked Harry.
"Four Galleons, please. A discount is in order I believe Mr. Potter."
Harry handed over the money, and Ginny took the box with the wand and they quickly exited the store. Ginny had been oddly quiet since Ollivander gave her the wand. Harry looked at Ginny worriedly.
"Maybe we should get some ice cream?"
"That would be nice Harry." Ginny took a seat at a table outside the shop, and Harry walked in a got them each a sundae. He hoped this would cheer Ginny up. Getting back to the table Harry placed a sundae in front of Ginny and placed one where he sat.
"Harry?"
Harry looked up from his sundae. "Yes Ginny?"
"Do you mind if we don't mention the cot? We could share the bed. It's big enough."
"Are you okay Ginny? What's wrong?"
"Tom's wand was made of yew."
That sentence alone was enough to make Harry stop what he was doing.
"You're not Tom, Ginny."
"I try to tell myself that, but then something like this comes up and I doubt myself again."
"It's okay. I can understand that. And if that's what you want, I won't mention the cot."
"Thank you Harry. I get horribly lonely at night."
"It's okay. Now, finish up your sundae. We need to get the rest of your wardrobe, and Dragon hide. I also need a knife. We'll probably get the guns at our meeting tomorrow night.
They finished up their sundaes and quickly picked up the rest of the Ginny's wardrobe, and ran to the combat supplies store to get the dragon hide.
This wasn't the flimsy dragon hide that the twins had been wearing since they escaped Hogwarts last year, but the real stuff that wizarding warriors had been wearing for centuries. Like everyone knew, Dragon hide was very repellant, and it took several freezing spells to knock out a full grown dragon.
In a shady shop, towards the end of the Alley, Harry found his dagger. It was rather thin, but the shop owner had assured Harry that it was nearly unbreakable. The dagger was made of folded steel, like a sword, and was about the same length as the one Ginny had pulled on him when he first saw her in muggle London. The hilt was rather elaborate. There was a story on it, Harry wasn't sure what it was about, but it looked like a vampire conquest story. The main reason Harry bought the dagger was on the pommel. Tiny flowing script spelled the name Potter. He wondered which of his ancestors had owned this particular knife.
It had taken awhile for Harry to find a knife that he could feel good about using. A whole wall of the store was dedicated to 'werewolf knives'. These were the knives that werewolf hunters used, since they were made of pure silver. That fact alone had been almost enough to make Harry leave the shop.
For the rest of the day Harry and Ginny lounged about in their room. Around nine they ordered a supper to be brought up to them. And finally at eleven they went to bed. Oddly enough the cupboard gave 2 potions instead of the one it had done before Ginny had arrived. But once again, since that was what they wanted they didn't press the issue, or mention it to the inn keeper.
Harry and Ginny managed to sleep in the next morning. Over a light breakfast of coffee and toast Harry told Ginny something that he had been worrying about. "I've taken the potion the past 3 nights in a row. I can't take one tonight, so I understand if you want to get a separate room tonight."
" I can't take it either. I took one from Snape the day before I left, so I can't take one today either. If we stick by each other it should be fine. People always helped my nightmares when I was younger."
"If you don't mind me asking, what do you dream about?"
"About Tom. I didn't have them in 2nd year, or 3rd, not until the end. Since then I've tried to take a potion every three nights.
"I'm sorry," began Harry "If you hadn't known me then this would have never happened."
"Don't be silly. If it wasn't me, then it would have been someone else. And you'd still feel bad about it. If you hadn't known me, you wouldn't have nearly died that day. So I think its even."
They looked at each other. When Harry went up to pay for breakfast he stopped to talk to Tom. "Andrea and I will need to rent the backroom tonight. We need to talk about business with someone."
Toms eyes narrowed. "Who is this someone?"
Harry shrugged. "I honestly don't know. But I've been told you know him."
"Very well Mr. Dursley. At what time?"
"Seven until midnight. I'm afraid I don't know exactly when. We'll also need some silencing charms."
"Is this to go on the tab?"
Ginny came up behind Harry as he was thinking. "Yes, it is."
"Now... James." She said addressing Harry. "What are we going to do today? I was thinking that we could explore muggle London for a bit."
"Sure. We need some music."
"Tonks showed me some music last year that I think you'd like. She's into music."
"What bands? I might have heard of some."
"Uh, The Cure, Joy Division, The Smiths, Alice in Chains. Those are the ones she showed me. They're one these things called CDS. They go into some weird machines. I heard Dudley and some of his friends listening to Alice in Chains once. I was locked in the cupboard and Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon weren't home."
"They locked you in a cupboard?"
"That was my room until I got the Hogwarts letter. In a panic they moved me into Dudley's second bed room. He threw a fit."
It took awhile for Ginny and Harry to actually find a music store. And even longer for them to decide which ones to buy. It turned out, unbeknownst to Harry and Ginny that there were several CDs by these groups. In the end they just decided to buy one of each , and a portable CD player for each. They'd go to Flourish and Blotts to find a book on enchanting muggle electronics for Hogwarts.
"According to Hermione these things don't work at Hogwarts. Too much magic or something."
"It would make sense Harry. Hogwarts has been around so long that the magic has seeped into the land. In essence the part of Scotland that Hogwarts covers is magical."
"I didn't know that." And he looked down at his watch. "Ginny, we gotta go back, it's almost time for the meeting. We've just enough time to get back." So Harry paid for the music and the playing devices and they ran out the door. And down the street, and down the next, and down even the next, then finally they were at the Leaky Cauldron. Tom stopped them.
"He's in the back room, just got in."
"Thanks." Said Harry and he shoved a couple of galleons into Tom's hand.
They walked into the back room and were confronted by an empty room. Then the door closed and there was only black. When they came to they were tied to chairs. In front of them sat a man, he was tall with black hair and extremely skin.
'You're a vampire." exclaimed Ginny.
"Correct Ms. Weasley," then he waved his wand, "and now you can't speak. Nor you Mr. Potter."
He looked at them struggling beneath the ropes and laughed. "Ah yes. Ever since I heard of you Mr. Potter I knew I would be the one to change you. Said to myself I did, that there's an extremely tasty looking neck. And I said, once again that perhaps it wouldn't be too bad to nibble on that. Oh yes. When the master showed us his plans I volunteered right away, knowing what I did, and no one but me knowing!" the vampire let out a laugh. "Ah yes. And then when it was revealed that you had a pretty companion, I was delighted. Two necks for the price of one. And all I have to do is give you some bloodsy." Maniacal laughter followed that statement.
"My sire was a Potter. She sired the woman who sired the man who sired me. Could say that she was my great-grandmother. Oh, she'd be so proud of me right now. Unfortunately she was killed. Master saw necessary to that. Wise man the master. He's been alive for millennia, no one knows how he does it. Rumors is he hasn't been outside for the past thousand years. Has spies all over the place. When he heard of you Mr. Potter, he decided that you'd be the one he'd help. You'll not be in charge of him, oh no. No one's in charge of the master. But he'd lend his services to you. For one price. I'm to bleed you a bit, take some of the blood. And change you. And that goes for your pretty little companion too. Oh yes master's been waiting for years to get his hands on Weasley blood. Pure that is. Now onto business. I need blood, you need to pay. This won't hurt a bit, or maybe it will. It's been so long now..."
With that he untied Harry and plunged his fangs into his neck. Almost at the point of death he threw Harry to the ground, and Harry noticed foggily that he was putting the stopper on something. With a sharp nail he cut a small hole in his wrist and put it to his face. "Drink now, or master will be mighty displeased." And Harry drank the sweet life giving elixir. And drank until the man threw him to the ground.
Then the pain came, pain so sharp and hot that it made to Cruciatus feel like a paper cut. He writhed and he writhed not noticing the man throw Ginny to the floor. Not noticing her writhing until the convulsions stopped and he sat up. Crawling over he stroked her hair and hushed until she stopped.
"Now for your re-education. Master said to make sure to tell you this. Only fire can kill you, and lots of fire. Fire so hot that it only comes from the bowels of hell. They must make sure to hold you in the fire for days before anything happens. The sunlight won't hurt you. No, not since the master says it won't. Wise man the master. You can go out any time of day. You need not hunt from humans. In the Potter vaults there are two cups. They will supply you with blood. Good sweet life-giving blood. You need only drink once a day. And if drinking from a human you need not kill them, but its best if you do. Ta-ta kiddies. Got to get the bloodsy to the master." And with that the man was gone, leaving the two newest vampires to stew in their thoughts.
A.N: Chapter's over now. Incase you haven't noticed the master the vampire is talking about isn't Voldemort. He's an immortal of sorts. And the Vampire is totally crazy, he's incredibly old. His great-grandmother sire lady was a Potter. More into that later though. I promised Kevlar and you got Kevlar. How do you like the plot twist? Also, apparently J.K Rowling said that Ginny's real name is Ginevra, so that's what it will be in this story.