LAST TIME

He didn't let me hug her however, for her grabbed me in another hug, and looked in my eyes. For a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. He started to lean his face in towards mine and ……

NOW

BANG!

Draco pulled away. And I jumped out of his arms because there was another BANG! Draco tried to catch me as I fell towards the ground, but as there was a third BANG he barely touched me. Now as I sit on the ground, with a sore bum, I looked around to see that my brother and the redhead were rolling around on the ground punching and kicking. And the black haired boy was about to join in. Uh-oh.

"Draco…help me up would you?" I asked him then continued with, " Blaise could probably use some help."

Draco looked over and saw Blaise and who he was fighting, and pulled me by the arm, AGAIN, except faster this time. Once we got about three feet away, Draco dropped my hand, and tackled the black haired boy. Boys. Why must they always fight? Pansy apparently had followed us, and watched as the semi- bushy haired girl pulled out her wand and pointed it at Blaise. Pansy was gone in a flash and had the girl by the hair slapping and kicking her. I stood shocked at the behavior of my friends.

I decided to let them get the shit beat out of them for being so stupid, and I stood next to the red haired girl. She looked at the group of people repulsively like me. I wondered if those three were her best friends fighting my best friends. If they were that would be hilarious. I mean seriously. Our best friends fighting and both of us disgusted by it. She finally noticed me standing by her and she opened her mouth to speak.

" I'm Ginny and you are?"

"Name's Josefene. It's nice to meet you," I said shaking her hand.

" So who are you rooting for here? I'm rooting for Harry…. But Malfoy will definitely beat my brother… and Parkinson has no chance against Hermione," she said to me.

" Actually I'm rooting for Draco… you are right Pansy probably won't win… and well I'm rooting for my brother," I replied.

"Brother? Blaise Zabini is your brother? How do you live? He must torture you at home… how- how can you stand him?" She exclaimed

" How can you stand yours? My brother is actually my best friend… It's not that bad. Really" I replied.

" I can't imagine having my brother as my best friend. It's unnatural. "

Now it had been about two minutes and my brother was beating the living hell out of Harry Potter, so I decided to stop it finally. Ginny watched as I walked towards the two and pulled Blaise away. Blaise stopped, but Harry didn't realize I was in-between him and my brother so he decided to lay down one more blow. CRACK! I was hit straight in the jaw, but it didn't stop there, as his other hand had been moving as well and I was hit in the stomach.

All sounds stopped as I hit the ground. Not unconscious mind you, but I did hit it hard. Everyone just stared at the raven haired Harry Potter. He looked shocked as well, seeing that his eyes were as large as quaffles. He reached out to see if I was all right, but Draco and Blaise both pushed him back and started yelling at him. Everything was getting blurry, but I wouldn't let myself give in. The blurriness started to dissipate. Pansy was by my side helping to hold me steady.

"Blaise," I gasped, "stop."

He ran to my side once again and started talking to me in Spanish. Talking turned in to arguing, and arguing turned into yelling and scolding. I tried my best to keep my temper down, but he wouldn't even listen to me. Like normal, no one listens to the smart one. Now there is a huge crowd hanging about and they are making my annoyance even bigger because all they are doing is staring and no one cares about the fact that I am completely and utterly hurt. Blaise is still scolding me for getting in-between him and the Potter boy. Who cares! Honestly, they have an injured person sitting in front of them and all they are doing is scolding.

"Does no one see that I am injured?" I whispered, " Does no one care?"

Blaise stopped his raving, as well as Draco who had been yelling at the boy who punched me. Both of them looked shocked that I would say something like that. But again, being them they didn't do anything about it. They just stood there gawking at me. Pansy returned with my mother and father, as well as hers and Draco's parents. My mother rushed to me and was fussing. At least SOMEONE cared. I mean Blaise is my older brother, he should be comforting me not scolding me. Pansy was good enough to get my mother, so she is wonderful. And Draco, he is the one person who knows me the best, the one person who is and has always been my confidant, my strength. But he stands there not doing a thing.

And in the pit of my bosom, I feel a twang of pain, so I clutch it. Mum thought something else was wrong so she fretted even more. Everyone else seeing me touch my heart, think something is terribly wrong as well, and soon I have almost everyone on the platform trying to help me. Was that all it took? A simple pain and a touch of the chest to get everyone to care? No one knows why I even had the pain and here they all are treating me as though I'll drop dead any minute. Why? That is my question. Why care now? I don't understand…everyone is being confusing, and its giving me a serious headache.

I looked over to my brother. He had serious worry written on his face. I feel really bad now, seeing as it's my fault, although, I didn't mean for them to take it that way. So technically it's not my fault this time. I mean, really, if it wasn't for them not caring, I would've never felt the twang and therefore never have clutched my heart. Right? My eyes wander around the platform, if any of them really knew, what I was, they would never do this. NEVER. Not In ten million years. They'd all be too afraid and run far, far away. But alas not even those closest to me know what a horror I am.

FLASHBACK

I was sitting in the library at school, when I felt as though I was being watched. It was nonsense of course, because no one else was here. I was watching the library for Madame Delosia during a free period. She had gone with the other teachers to talk about the suspension of a boy because he had hit a girl. My friend, Gabby Delocour, was a witness, which is why she wasn't with me. She was at the meeting telling about what happened.

All of the sudden there was a gust of wind and the window nearest to me flew open. I looked away trying to save my work. But to no avail, the ink spilled over ALL of my perfectly written essays. Now I have to rewrite them. I was so busy trying to clean up, I didn't notice the man walk through the window.

But when a pale white hand touched my shoulder, I screamed. He quickly covered my mouth, and turned me so I faced him. He was dressed from head to toe in black, such a dark black it didn't even look black, but darker and more evil. His eyes were so bloodshot it was as though he hadn't been sleeping for decades.

But then he smiled an evil smile. One that you could tell was meant to scare and it did. For sitting in his mouth were two long canines. He was a vampire. I'd read somewhere that there were few that could be seen in daylight, but the way outside was now, all of them could be walking around. He looked longingly at the vein in my throat, and then he took the plunge.

END FLASHBACK

So you see I was bitten by a vampire. But what was amazing was that something within me wouldn't die all the way so I was only made a half-vampire. Half. No others had been made that way. I was the only one. I never got their weaknesses, but I did get their strengths. I had no hunger, EVER. And that was fine by me.

Most people think they are special but none so much as us. They couldn't be because they weren't us. Us. I mean Draco, Blaise, Pansy and me. See as far as we are concerned, we are elemental. Pansy is earth and everything about it. Blaise is water. Draco is air and wind and storms. But I, I am the great one. I am fire. See I can make fire with anything you throw at me. No one knows how we became this way, but the dark lord knows we are elemental now, and he wants us. He wants us to join him. As Deatheaters.