A/N: Well, I didn't expect the next chapter to be up so early, but oh well, here you go!

Chapter Two:

"So from what we can surmise so far, is that Abigail is missing, possibly dead, and that whoever took her also killed the death eaters with a massive amount of silver bullets," the Wizard who had warned Hermione at the door finally said after hours of investigation as the two older witches shook their heads in sadness.

"I'm sorry we don't have anymore information for you. Something like this happens rarely, if ever. We'll be lucky if this doesn't leak."

Ginny looked up. "Leak? What do you mean, if it doesn't leak?"

The wizard sighed. "Harry Potter's daughter, going missing, and three dead death eaters pumped with silver to boot is too suspicious for the ministry, let alone the wizarding public, to ignore. God knows they've probably been alerted already."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "So you basically mean the Prophet will hear about this?"

"I'm afraid so, Miss. Probably published it now; this would get out very quickly. We can guess it'll be out by sunrise, and its midnight now, so we can assume she was attacked at around eight." He looked around the darkened room quickly. "Why were none of you home anyway?" he asked, a sort of annoyed look coming over his face. "She was a sixteen year old witch…even with her parentage, there's not really much of a chance for her against three full grown dark wizards. She was lucky not to be killed, if she hasn't been."

There was an outraged look on Hermione's face. "I was out for fifteen minutes that is all; I was picking up Daphne from a friend's house!"

The wizard folded his arms. "Oh, so you'll let her out, but not Abigail?"

"You said it yourself, with her parentage…"

Ginny placed a hand between the middle of them. "Enough!" she commanded, forcing the two to sit down on nearby chairs. "I asked Hermione specifically to not let Abigail outside without my or her father's supervision. Seeing as how we've both been on Order missions the past ten and a half years, and Harry being gone even longer, there's no way she could have done that!"

The wizard frowned darkly. "And yet you never thought that there was a possibility that she could have been killed while she was safe at home?"

Ginny sucked her teeth. "Cool it," she said, looking at the wizard coldly, who huffed in return. "She is not your daughter, she is mine. And you might have ideas on how to raise her, but keep in mind me or Hermione is doing the raising, not you."

Hermione sighed, but seemed to perk up slightly. "I have some friends who might be able to help us figure out what happened to Abigail. LDCRF Industries, have you heard of them?"

Ginny looked at her confusedly. "No, don't believe I have."

"Do you remember a Gryffindor girl called Kay Andrews?"

"Again, I don't believe I have. Do you want me to summon an Order member to watch over Daphne while she's sleeping?"

Hermione smiled bitterly. "I think Luna or Parvati… whichever one won't make too much of a scene of blood on the carpet. Speaking of which," she added as she leaned down on the carpet and pulled off a few things off of it (and then placed them into a small bag that Ginny handed her, after she had sent a small spark of silver into the air) causing the wizard to sigh in disgust, "I think we might need this."

"For what?" the wizard, who was completely horrified by this, asked, as Luna stepped in and waved at Ginny and Hermione as she headed up the stairs placidly into Daphne's room. "Why do you need it?"

"That is none of your business," Hermione icily replied as she and Ginny stepped out the door to Hermione's muggle car that awaited her outside. "Just do your job, or get the hell out of here."

After about an hour of driving, Hermione managed to finally pull up in front of a slightly dilapidated and foreboding building that had in peeling gold paint the words, LDCRF INDUSTRIES: Combining the impossible with the possible.

Hermione stepped out the car and helped Ginny out as well, then locked it. She drew out her wand, and knocked on the building's knocker.

"Who is it?" A female voice demanded after a few seconds. "What the muffin do you want?"

Hermione could see a dark-haired and slightly angry looking girl looking out through the small video screen attached to the door. Pressing on the intercom button, she replied, "Taylor, its Hermione. Could you please get me Kay? It's urgent."

Taylor nodded and quipped back as she pressed on the button, "Will do, Hermy," causing Hermione to scowl. Ginny shook her head.

"Does she always call you that?"

"Apparently so, it's just to irritate me."

The doors swung open and a dark red haired woman greeted them. "Hey Hermione," she said, speaking through a lip piercing, "Whaddya need me for?"

Hermione handed the bag of materials to Kay as she stepped in. "Mind running a few tests on these samples? You'll know soon enough what they're for."

Kay nodded and handed the samples over to a blonde haired girl, who proceeded to place it on a small piece of glass as it retracted into the computer to analyze it.

Kay nodded. "Ah, here we go. Abigail Lynn Potter; aged sixteen, mother is Ginevra Weasley and Harry Potter himself. Oh wait... 'Updating?' What would that mean?"

And sure enough, the screen was updating. Not the picture or anything else, but the small little words under "race."

You see, the people at LDCRF Industries, or rather, "Life and Death Containment and Research Facility" Industries had pioneered a rather amazing machine that combined magic and technology to make it possible to track almost anyone and anything in the world, the company itself consisting of muggle-borns and half bloods. It was sort of like a Hogwarts Quill, only on a computer.

Kay pressed the Y button when the update was complete, and Ginny sobbed and Hermione's eyes widened in shock.

For there, underneath the words of "race/species" hung a single word: not witch, or even "dead" but a word they'd never thought would be there: vampire.

"Oh…shit…" Kay exclaimed, covering her mouth. "I cannot believe this! I mean…" Her expression turned serious. "You'd be best tracking her down before she hurts anyone." Ginny gave a loud horrified sob, causing Kay to look at her sadly, and add:

"She can live without harming a soul. You do know that, don't you?"

Ginny wiped her tears slightly. "Yes, but…"

Kay looked at her in the same way again. "It'll be okay. Maybe not now, but sometime in the future."

Abby looked around. She'd snuck out of the place she'd been brought to; something was pulling her away to this small little house, at least a mile away from that other place- she'd fallen asleep on the escape from her house, so she still didn't know what country she was in, or where the other house was. It was all too confusing to her, indeed.

Of course…he was here. Or at least he had been. She could feel it in the air. This house would give her the reasons why her father had been missing. She smiled, her new fangs showing through. Time to find out…

Selene let out a small gasp as she ran into the room where Abby had been sleeping, only to find it empty. Closing her eyes for a moment, she gasped again, but her expression became determined as she loaded her guns and stepped outside again. This is not going to happen…I'll make sure of it.