A/N: Mkay. This is how it's gonna go: I'll upload three chapters over each weekend. Is that not a good deal? Or should I just update whenever I can?

Chapter Three:

Abby timidly knocked on the door, becoming suddenly aware that she was still wearing her bloodstained clothes from a few hours ago. The door opened a crack, and she could see a pair of brown eyes peeking out.

"Abby Potter?" The eyes' owner asked, and Abby nodded.

The door flung open to reveal a shocked looking teenaged girl of Asian descent, who surveyed her with fright. "What in the world are you doing here? I haven't seen you in two years!" she exclaimed, pulling her into the house, and then locked them in. "Now be quiet," she added, "Or you'll wake Trianne, and you know what she is like when she doesn't get her beauty sleep. Only eight years old, and I swear to god…"

Abby sighed impatiently. "Is my dad here, Keziah, or did I miss him?"

Keziah shook her head. "No, you just missed him and my mum; he was coming to get her. Summoned by some order members, about you, apparently…what did you do?" she said, looking at her with a mixture of fear and amusement.

Abby's eyes went to the window after she could hear a faint sound in the distance. Something's not right, I don't know what, and it's just… Her eyes flashed to Keziah, who had her hands folded on her hips, awaiting an answer.

"Nothing too bad, I swear Key." She replied after a few minutes of looking around. "I'm leaving in a few minutes anyway."

Keziah's eyes widened as Abby turned around. "Oh god, what happened to your shirt? It's covered in blood!"

Abby shuddered slightly. "Nothing, Keziah," she said, perhaps in a voice too firmly, as it caused Keziah to back away from her, nervously.

"Sorry. I just…"

"It's okay," Keziah apologized quickly, afraid she might speak in that way again. "You can borrow some of my clothes if you want. "

She ran upstairs and came down quickly with a pair of black pants and a tank top of the same color. "Only things in your size, I'm afraid. I have a jacket that I don't like that's in your size too, it's with these," she added as she threw the clothes at Abby, who ran upstairs into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later, and Keziah nodded approvingly.

"It matches the shoes so perfectly. It's a pity I was always too small for it."

"So," Abby said, looking around the room again and biting her tongue, "What are you doing up so late? And don't ask me the same question, because I asked it first."

"Well, like I said, Mum had to go to an order meeting. She woke me up to look after Tri. It was an emergency meeting from what she said; everyone seems to be really worried about you."

Abby looked at Keziah sadly, who frowned in return. "Is there something you need to tell me?" she asked, tilting her head. "You know you can tell me anything. We're like sisters, even though we haven't seen each other in so long. We're Order brats, if you could say such a thing."

Abby smiled half-heartedly. "No, Key. But I need to go, alright? I'll see you around. I'll go out the back way," she replied to Keziah's insistence that she use the front door.

A few minutes later, the door went again, and Keziah peeked through the peephole this time. It was Ginny and Hermione, who looked half crazed as they came in, causing Keziah to raise an eyebrow in amusement, but also concern.

After what seemed to be an eternity of silence, Ginny, who appeared to be in hysterics, looked at Keziah. "Have you seen Abigail? We've been looking for her for a long time now!"

Keziah stepped back from the red haired witch. "Yeah…she was just here…why?"

Hermione covered her mouth. "She was just here?"

Keziah made a puzzled face. "Why? She's not in any trouble or anything, is she?"

Ginny started to shake, and Hermione looked around the room much in the same way her niece had.

"Keziah…" Ginny finally stopped shaking as she stood up to look at the girl, "She was attacked by three dark wizards this evening," causing Keziah to sit down on the couch in shock.

"How- how is she still alive!"

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "Someone turned her at the scene."

Keziah began to cry. "Into what?"

Ginny folded her arms. "A vampire, Keziah, you've studied them; you know what they're like! You're extremely lucky she didn't kill you and Trianne!"

Keziah was taken aback for a few minutes. "She seemed fine when I talked to her; I mean she didn't attack me or anything, but she did get a little angry with me once. She just asked me if her dad was here and I said he'd come to pick up mum for an emergency order meeting. Then she left a couple minutes after that, out the backdoor. She was just, you know, Abby."

Ginny looked at her nails for a few seconds, trying to think of what she was going to say next, but her attention was brought to a small sound outside the door. They could see a girl in a dark jacket and her hair pulled back into a ponytail, running up to a car, causing Ginny to run out onto the front steps of the house, almost trying to prevent the girl from running from them.

She looked back, for only a short moment. It was Abby, who had a mixture of resent and guilt in her eyes. She almost jumped into the car, and it screeched off into the distance, causing a short burst of air to rush through the empty street. The air pulled Ginny's hair into a mess as she watched the car slink away into the night.

Hermione came out on the porch. "Was that her?" she asked, looking at her friend, who appeared to be a living statue.

"Yeah," Ginny choked out after a few moments. "It was her."

"Do you have any idea how stupid you were to sneak out like that?" Selene yelled at Abby as she leant forward in the back of the car. "You're lucky I noticed you were gone, else you would have been in some big trouble!"

Abby blinked. "How did you know where to find me, anyway?"

Selene shook her head. "I had a feeling. I'm assuming he wasn't there, was he?"

Abby gasped. "Wait, rewind that. How do you know about my dad?"

"I already knew about your father years ago. Famous Harry Potter and all that, now imagine my surprise when I find out I turned his only daughter into a vampire."

Abby looked at the bottom of the car. "You said it yourself. I would have died anyway."

Selene sighed. "Yes, I did. But still…"

Abby shook her head. "I haven't seen my father in twelve years, and I haven't seen my mother in ten. I doubt they remember what I look like, anyway. And I think I'd rather be Abby the vampire than Abigail Potter, the daughter of Harry Potter."

She could see Selene smile back at her through the front mirror.

"So they still make a big deal out of your father's miraculous defeats of Lord Voldemort, thirty something years later? What was it, '71 when your grandparents were killed?"

Abby nodded.

Selene scoffed. "I'll never understand the wizarding world. It was there when I was human, and it's still here now. It didn't make sense then, and it doesn't make sense now."

"Well, it makes sense to someone born into it, like I was. But I see your point. I don't think anything makes sense if you're not born into it. Or at least, it doesn't make sense for awhile, but you get used to it. I imagine that's how the muggle borns must feel when they go to Hogwarts."

She could Selene give her a mystified look. "Muggle borns?"

"That's the term for the witches and wizards who don't have magical parents, like my Aunt Hermione."

"This would be the one who's going to have your head for becoming a vampire?"

"Yes, that would be her."