A/N: Okay, I really need to stop updating EVERY GODDAMN DAY. But I love you, honestly, I do. And I had to re-write this chapter. I didn't like it the first time... PS: No particular ships in this. Interpret it anyway you want.

Chapter Four:

Abby perched herself on a chair in a room somewhere a few miles from her sighting by her Aunt and mother. She reached into the pocket of Keziah's jacket, hoping she wouldn't get noticed again.

"Of course, Keziah left this in here!" she said happily as she pulled out what seemed to be a small and slightly cell phone. "She had no idea to work it… I have some idea though… Now what was Hermione's number again?"

She thought for a moment, and then pressed the numbers in, and the phone began to give off the trademark low tone when a phone is ringing on the other side, then she could hear the phone being picked up.

"Hello?" the voice questioned on the other side. "Who is this? How did you get this number?"

"Who do you think it is?"

"Abigail?"

"Yes!" Duh, who else has your number, you idiot?

"Oh my God, it's you! What…are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

"But… hang on; your mother wants to speak to you."

"That's really not necessary…" Abby protested, but her mother was put on nevertheless.

"Abigail Potter, when I catch you, you are going to be in so much trouble!" her mother screeched at her over the phone. "This has to have been the worst night of my life!"

Abby was surprised at how much more horrible this was than a howler. Oh, howlers were something, and they were feared and hated by all wizarding children. But your mother, who doesn't even know how to work a toaster, screaming at you over a cell phone? Now, that is something that you're not going to forget soon.

Of course, muggle children forget it easily. I once had my mother scream at me over the cellphone for forgetting the eggs. It wasn't nice, so I can see Abby's point of view. But my mother was not yelling at me for becoming a vampire; she was merely angry that I had forgotten the eggs that she needed for her rice pudding. Why she needed eggs for rice pudding, I'll never know.

"Mum, cool it. I'm fine! I'm not hurt or anything, I'm safe! God."

"You won't be when I get through with you!"

"You told me that already, Mum."

"No I didn't. Now where the hell are you?"

"I couldn't say. This means, I have no clue, really." Like I'd tell you if I knew, the way you're freaking out like this.

"Abigail…" Her mother trailed off, passing the phone to Hermione again, as she sat down, as the room began to fill up with Order members, who looked confused as to what was going on.

"Listen Abigail," Hermione said, her voice cold, "We are going to find you. And you're not going to harm anyone…"

"I haven't harmed anyone, Hermione, honest! I think you're going overboard with this!" Abby was aware of footsteps near her door. She quickly ended the conversation, and the door opened, Abby still with her cell phone in hand.

"I ended the conversation," she said to the annoyed vampire, who had folded her arms and leant against the door. "And besides, it didn't do me any good. They're going all insane on me, when I haven't done anything at all. I thought…"

"You think a lot of things, and they tend to be wrong," Selene told her as she caught the cell phone that Abby had thrown to her. "Was this yours?"

"No, it was my friend Keziah's, she had no clue how to work it. She must have just left it in this jacket."

"You really need to stop doing this stupid stuff. You're not a witch anymore, you can't get away with it as much."

Abby sighed. "I know."

An order member stood up, concern on her face.

"We've just been told from a spy that Kay Andrews' facility has been attacked. The one fatality was Cherrie Calk, a graduate of the Australian School for Magic. We don't know how many people are injured, but we do know that there is a possibility this may be linked to the attack of Miss Potter, whom apparently is no longer a human, according to Kay herself."

"What?" Cho stood up, a perplexed look on her face, while the member next to her had a expression mixed with anger and unhappiness. "What do you mean 'no longer' human? What's happened to her that could change her from being a witch?"

"According to Kay's machines, she was turned this evening into a vampire. Miss Weasley, you just had contact with her, am I correct?" the member asked Hermione, who nodded.

"Yes. She seemed okay, but slightly hysterical. She either would not or could not tell us where she was," Hermione answered.

"And what happened to her this evening? Could someone please explain me to how my daughter could become a vampire?" the Order member next to Cho yelled, clearly angry.

"It was a mistake on my part Harry. I left her alone. I wasn't expecting three Death Eaters to attack her while I was away for fifteen minutes," Hermione said in response, looking at the ground. "I was irresponsible. I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't change her back," he hissed back at her. "Couldn't have someone else picked up Daphne?"

Ginny stood up. "I don't think this is the time to start with the what ifs. More likely, it's the time to find Abigail before she harms anyone, intentionally or on purpose."

Hermione nodded again. "I think you're right, Ginny." She shot a last look at Harry again, but Ginny redirected her toward the exit. "If anyone wants to help us, they're more than welcome to," Ginny added as the two of them left.

After a few icy looks, Cho shook her head. "Wait up. I'm coming, and so is the Boy Who Lived." She pulled Harry up out of his chair, and they followed Ginny and Hermione.