Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters. J.K.R. owns them last I checked. I do not own The Vampire Chronicles characters. Last I checked Anne Rice owned them. I am not worthy of either of these two phenomenal authors. No one is! And if anyone ever tells you that they are a better author, do not hesitate to shoot them. Survivors should be shot again. In the nicest way possible of course…I also do not own any of the Queen of the Damned the Movie stuff either. I may put some of the music/lyrics from the movie in here as well. I don't own it. Don't own Buffy or Angel either.

A/N: DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE FIRST SIX HARRY POTTER BOOKS AND PLAN TO! OTHERWISE IT WILL SPOIL IT. Ok with that out of the way, I am sure all of you out there who don't know me have missed me just ever so much! I haven't written a story in a while. I lost interest. And my other two stories are so goofy since I wrote them in seventh grade…but yeah I am back now. I am not sure at the moment how this story is going to turn out. The main gist is going to be Harry Potter with vampires. The over-all plot of my story probably won't have to do with Anne Rice's amazing novels, but I will be bringing in her characters. So there is no confusion, you should know that the vampire "rules" are going to be a mix between Anne Rice's novels, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer vampire "rules." For instance, the vampires can be out in daylight, as long as they are out of direct sunlight, don't sleep in coffins, and can be killed by wooden stakes. They have reflections, and are not afraid of crucifixes. Anyway, this is my version of the Seventh and final Harry Potter book.

Chapter 1.

Diagon Alley

Harry stepped into the quiet cobbled streets of Diagon Alley and looked around. There were not very many shoppers out in the late afternoon. The sun cast long shadows over the entire street. He began to walk towards Madam Malkin's, his newly re-filled money bag jingling in his pockets. He kept his head down to keep people from staring, and started kicking a small paving stone. But as he wasn't paying attention to where he was going, his shoulder hit someone and he glanced up.

"Sorry," Harry muttered. The person who he hit, turned at caught Harry's eye. Harry stopped in his tracks and stared at the young man. He looked to Harry to be only in his early twenty's. He had very white skin and dark glittering eyes. He had shoulder length wavy brown hair, and was dressed in a long black cloak. He smiled at Harry without parting his lips, and nodded his head once. Harry tried to keep walking but felt rooted to the spot. The young man took a small step closer to Harry so that their faces were only inches apart. He wrapped one of his arms around Harry's waist and let it rest on his lower back. Harry's breath became caught in his chest. Even through his clothes he could feel how extremely cold the young man's hand was. After only a few seconds that seemed to last hours, Harry and the young man stared at each other. The young man slid his had off of Harry's back and around his stomach and stepped away behind Harry. Harry turned as the young man moved, but after his hand left Harry he broke into a run. Harry saw him only for a second, because he faded away as he ran.

Harry panted as he his breath came back to him. He stared at the spot where the young man was, and could feel a slight tingle where he had touched him. Harry shivered, and he could no longer feel the touch. He wondered if he had imagined it, and if he was cracking up. He took a deep breath and looked around. People were walking past, some stopped to stare at Harry as he stood there all by himself. He turned and began to walk towards the robe shop again.

As he neared the shop he heard someone shout his name from behind him.

"Harry!" He turned and saw Ron and Hermione sprinting towards him. He grinned at them.

"We wondered if we'd catch up to you!" Hermione said excitedly. From behind her, Harry saw Remus Lupin, Ginny, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasly walking swiftly towards him.

"I was coming to get some new dress robes for the wedding tomorrow afternoon," Harry explained.

"You and everyone else," Ron said grinning. The others had caught up with him, Ron and Hermione, Lupin looking stern.

"You should have told us you left your Aunt and Uncles, Harry," He said. "We know the Fidelius Charm is no longer needed, and that you are allowed to do magic now, but you still should not be out on your own."

Harry shrugged and turned to go into the shop.

Madam Malkin looked very pleased to have so many people in her shop, all purchasing robes. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny all stood around together talking. Harry avoided Ginny's eye as much as possible. Their feelings for each other, Harry knew, were just as strong as before, but they had reached the agreement not to be involved.

The large group exited the shop together, and after a quick browse in Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, and being joined by Fred and George as they closed up the shop for the weekend, they made their way back through Diagon Alley.

"Molly," Mr. Weasley said glancing at Ginny. "It would be much easier if Ginny did Side-Along Apparition with me."

Ginny looked at her mother hopefully. And after a little persuasion, Mrs. Weasley agreed to it.

Harry sighed and closed his eyes. He could see the oddly shaped Weasly House, the open field amongst the trees not far off, the broom shed, even the dozen chickens pecking around the ground. Harry turned quickly, and after a rush, he found himself standing next to the broom shed. He glanced around at the others. Lastly, came Mr. Weasley and Ginny, who was panting and clinging to Mr. Weasley's arm. Hermione smiled and put her arm around Ginny's waist and led the way into the house.