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PART I

Okay, I can officially say that I went crazy. Well what would you do if you saw one your dead brother's best mates, who was, let me remind you, supposed to be dead too, staring at you as a member of the Undead? And it wasn't like he was werewolf or anything…oh, no…he was a sucker! Harry Potter was a bloody sucker!

"I thought you were dead?" The words came out harsher than I had intended it to and his reaction was what I had expected.

A look of hurt and anger crossed his handsome face as his strong jaw tightened minutely. "I am…" As deadly as that one word sounded, I just stared, taking in his voice and appearance with a small gasp. He looked and sounded nothing like the Harry Potter I once knew, which, I'm sorry to say, brought tears to my eyes.

His pale skin gleamed in the moonlight. And his untidy, black hair was longer (just below his ears) and messier than ever, sticking out at odd angles. His face had narrowed and his cheeks, hollowed. But the most striking difference in him, I had encountered yet, was that he had lost his signature owl-like glasses. And without them, the emerald green in his eyes was more apparent than it had been before. I suppose suckers didn't things of that sort but it still struck me as odd. Harry Potter without his glasses?

Nevertheless, this all suited him. He looked more handsome than ever, clad in black from head to toe. The black, satin wizard's robe hung loosely over his slightly-muscular body. I would have had second thoughts of him being Harry Potter if not for his calling me Ginny. I was quite sure that not one sucker would have known my name and who I was - yet

But what really had me shivering was the manner in which he talked in. It was so vampire-like, in all its blood drinking glory…raspy and quiet…deadly. It also sounded, somewhat dead too. And the scent emanating from him, made me dizzy and woozy. He smelled – okay, I know this sounds weird but I'm not kidding– of live blood. But as disgusting and contradictory as that sounds, it didn't smell bad. But neither did it smell good. It was just…over-powering my senses to the extent where I felt unable to hold my balance.

It was he who broke the eerie silence first for I was too shocked to speak another word. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his eyes glowing brightly in the moon light. I got to my knees and glared at him slightly, forgetting it seemed that I had just met the Harry Potter of the Undead. I really was getting tired of that question. Every Tom, Dick and Harry (ahem) on this planet had asked me that stupid, dumb and idiotic question.

"I am fighting" – obviously, I wanted to add.

"I can see that, Ginny but…it's dangerous"

"I know"

"Then why the hell did you come here?" He was backing away from me – his need for my blood was obvious and that scared me. Especially the way his eyes roamed over my body, hungrily.

"I repeat…I want to fight" My voice shook slightly.

He looked at me for a few moments before saying in his raspy voice, "Be careful" That threw me a bit and only because it was the only thing about his mortal self, I felt, that had been imprinted on his immortal self – his idea of protecting me.

The sorrow, I had been withholding in me suddenly burst out at his sudden kindness "Oh Harry! What happened?"

His eyes widened slightly and his jaw tightened, visibly this time as he said with irritation creeping into his voice "It's been awhile…I'm used to it now" The tone in which he had said those few words had a sort of finality to it which meant I was drop the subject immediately. But I didn't. As they say, curiosity killed the cat. Oh god! Did people change so much when they transformed – when they became a sucker?

"I see…" I replied lamely "A while, Harry? We only received the letter a few weeks ago"

Harry laughed bitterly – a sucker's laugh is weirdest sound you'll ever come across – before saying "Did they? Ah…the hypocrisy of it all!"

"They said you were missing for a few days"

"A few days? A few days? I wonder what they'd call a year if five months is a few days"

I stared in disbelief "Five months! But…" I stopped half way – had the same thing happened to Ron?

"Ron…died after I 'disappeared'" he said, softly, almost as though he had read my mind.

"But we got Ron's death letter way before we got yours" It is one thing to talk about death. It is another when you talk of one's death to the individual who has died.

Harry smiled slightly and that comforted me instantly – his smile had also been carried with him to the immortal world. "But…how did it happen? What is it like?"

I knew I shouldn't have asked a sucker something of that sort but it was too late. He stared me, wearily before taking in a taking deep breath. I knew then that he was going reveal something of his blood drinking his existence – which he instantly did.

"When one becomes a vampire, there are a few things the individual has to accept. Like the fact that we can not get too attached to mortals. We can live in their world, yes, but there is absolutely no use in us, trying to be with them. The consequences are too depressing – and so leaving one's loved ones is the best option. It is also the hardest decision to accept which is why many people choose the alternative. I didn't have a choice in the matter" It was like he was giving a speech and I felt I had to listen – even though it did not directly answer my question. The formal way is which he spoke in was so unlike the Harry, I once knew. I suddenly wished I could kill the sucker who did this to him. "Another is, accepting the idea that blood drinkers are indeed monsters. We crave for human blood – we are in the true sense of the word, murderers, which is why some of us (including me) resort to drinking animal blood (dogs, cats, bears and sometimes even, wild cats and unicorns) –"

That surprised me too much which was why I felt I had to interrupt though I really was not too happy about doing it "Suckers drink animal blood?" I had never heard of such a thing.

"Yes" he replied, unperturbed by my stupid, useless interruption and my use of the word, suckers "…which let me tell you is no picnic. It is sort of like…eating a carrot when in reality, what, one really hungers for is big, huge and mouth-watering dish of stake" His associations made my blood turn cold…I shivered slightly, my hands moving around my fragile body. "It is very unsatisfactory but some of us are willing to sacrifice"

He took a deep breath before continuing "But remember…I said some of us. There are others who love the feel of human blood, the mouth watering quality of it…the red thickness of it. There are some us who enjoy the challenge and feel no remorse at murdering an innocent being. It is this group that makes the majority of us, blood drinkers – about 97 percent, which is why you mortals have to be careful"

Again, his raspy words sent another wave of fear through my body and it wasn't because of what he said (though that did play a part) but his we, blood drinkers which showed that he had accepted the fact that he was a member of a group we were trying so hard to fight. A group, he once had tried so hard to fight – a member of the Underworld and that scared me. Harry Potter was…gone…And his next words, killed me – literally "…Especially you"

"What do you mean?" Suddenly, I felt the night air bad for me. And I wondered whether I was dreaming – Vampire Harry Potter talking to me? I pinched myself several times but I never seemed to end up on the horse-hair mattress they called a bed.

"We blood drinkers take a certain liking to red-heads – it is the way we have been made. Nature's doing" Somehow, I felt it very difficult to accept the fact that nature played a part in all this darkness "You guys have a fiery taste it you'll and floral scent that sends us all crazy…which is why you should be careful, Ginny. They were coming after you today"

"Who?"

"A group of blood drinkers who go by the name of Draculanto. They take great pleasure in feeding on red-heads. When they heard that you had arrived – they decided to come after you. They felt you tonight"

"Were they the ones making those horrible noises?"

"Yes…"

"Oh god…So…what are you doing here?" I felt I had to ask. The fear in me was taking over my body and I felt I would not be able to walk or talk any more.

He looked away sheepishly before answering softly "I came to protect and warn you"

I felt a great of deal gratitude towards him. He had saved me once again – maybe the Harry Potter, I once knew had not all disappeared "Thank you" I whispered.

But before he could answer there was piercing scream that echoed through the woods. The most horrible sound ever to grace my ears. Harry looked at me anxiously and picked me up almost as easily as he would have picked up a feather – but then I had heard that the suckers were mighty strong.

As I held on to him, I shivered as the icy coldness of his body seeped through my skin. And the life that beat inside him was mind-boggling – I couldn't hear the usual heart beat which I did not find surprising for vampires are dead after all. But the wooosh sound, I felt inside him did make me gasp in surprise. It was that thing – whatever it was –that kept him alive.

I wanted to ask him what the hell he was doing but the words died on my lips when there was another screech – louder this time. Harry's grip on my body tightened ever so slightly and before I knew it, we turning around and around. It was sort of like apparating – but faster. My surroundings just whizzed past me and it took me a moment to realize that he was actually running which made me cling on to his cold body tightly.

…And suddenly we were by the Auror recruits' area. He put me down slowly before sending me a glance of pure intensity that made me hold on the wall near by. The ride hadn't been very comforting either. My head reeled as I tried hard to focus on the being in front of me. The dizziness was not helping much at all. "What was that?" I managed to ask

"It was them – they tend to make such noises before they hunt. Ginny stay here, with everyone else. That way, it's harder for them to get to you. There are only five of them and about a hundred of you, mortals so be careful and stick to this area, do you hear me?"

"Yes but what did you just do – you ran didn't you?"

He stared at me again before muttering "It is an ability all vampires are blessed with but Ginny, please listen to me and stay here. Do not move towards the woods at night. By the day light, yes, because we can't move very well by day light but stay away all the same – its better that way"

I nodded, trying to take everything in "Okay" I was sick to death and tired…my legs felt awfully weak.

"Now go in" he ushered me in "Go in before they come"

But I didn't budge an inch "What about you? What will they do to you once they find out that you –"

"Don't worry about me…now go in please!"

"But when can I see you again? I –" He was starting to sound like the real Harry Potter – his raspy voice was getting clearer and more human-like – to me anyway.

"Ginny! Go in!" He sounded so urgent; I had to obey, albeit reluctantly. I looked at him one last time before moving into the cluttered dormitory and when I turned back again, he had gone…disappeared into thin air.

I wanted to go back and follow him – I had met the young man, we had thought we'd lost. A friend, I'd thought I had lost. Was I willing to lose him again? But before I could even think about it, a thought that was not mine zapped through my head "Don't you even think about it…" It was Harry

I smiled to myself, before I fell asleep, thinking "I didn't know that the suckers were telepathic"

XXX

The next morning was no picnic let me tell you. When I went for breakfast, I was greeted by Pansy's "Gee…Weasley, didn't you sleep well?" And from my reflection on the small mirror near by, I could see why she had been so surprised. My eyes were bloodshot and red and my long hair was disheveled in the most un-ladylike manner possible.

The drills we were to do after breakfast, killed my legs and Pansy took great pleasure in laughing at my tripping feet. Edward was rather diplomatic about the whole thing, reassuring me every time I fell "It's okay – it is your first time after all"

The events that had taken place the night before still scared the hell out of me – maybe I had been dreaming? A nightmare? As much I wanted to think that, Harry's pale handsome face appeared, tugging at my mind annoyingly, accompanied with thoughts like: He's alive! Should I tell anyone? No…I shouldn't because then they'd think I'm mad and…

It was like that throughout the first half. Lunch was not exactly great either but when the evening set in, I was mighty glad. But my relaxation was not to be. As I fell on to the couch in the "Recreational Area" with Edward beside me, Pansy walked in with a rather handsome dark haired man of about twenty-four. They were talking by the door before she potted me among the room's several occupants. I was surprised to say the least when she came towards me and smiled – somewhat like a cat would if it spotted canary.

"Weasley…this is Blaise Zabini" she said, gesturing towards the gentleman beside her "And…Zabini. This is Weasley"

I stared at the twenty-four year old, noting the resemblance he had to the handsome 17 year-old, I had once known. It seemed like I was meeting a lot of people I once thought I'd never see. Rolling my eyes at Pansy, I glowered at her, wondering what she was playing at. "I think you are forgetting that I went to school with Zabini" We still hadn't really gotten used to the We, are friends thing

"…Unfortunately" muttered Zabini

I sent him a death glare. He had grown tall over the years (over 6 feet) and his body was muscular under his dark green robes. But his face was glacial, fixed in an icy scowl as his eyes roamed over my body. His attention annoyed me. "Now that we've met…it was nice knowing you" I smiled mockingly and grabbed the Daily Prophet by the tea table beside me. Death Tolls Rise with Each Passing Day the Headlines read.

Pansy didn't take my hint as she still stood in front of Edward and me and started laughing "Not so fast, Weasley. I do remember Zabini telling me that he rather fancied you in our sixth year. Remember Blaise? In the compartment…" She let her words trail to which Zabini turned an uncharacteristic red.

"I did not"

"I think you did"

"Did not"

"Did too"

Zabini gritted his teeth "Did not. I said I would not go for her even if she was - "

"Can you discuss this elsewhere?" I interrupted. It was very uncomfortable hearing to the both of them talk of me in that manner. Edward sat there, staring at the both of them rather peculiarly. "I have more important things to think about"

"So do I" Zabini spat out his words before leaving us, his cloak flying behind him. A nasty temper….

"The bastard so has the hots for you" smiled Pansy after our Mr. I think I'm so good looking had left.

"I'd rather you did not play match-maker, Parkinson. I can find the love of my life, on my own, thank you very much"

Pansy snorted "Yeah right. Of course"

The sarcasm was not lost on me "What do you mean of course? Do you honestly think I'm incapable of choosing a partner?"

She smiled innocently. "No, of course not" Again, the sarcasm annoyed me and before I could say anything else, she changed the subject swiftly – such a Slytherin! "Putting aside your love-life, did you guys hear Arkinson? Apparently the aurors they had stationed in Glasgow are leaving. They are bringing them here"

I was surprised "Why? What's wrong?" The ministry never have withdrawed troops before…

A look of sorrow and grief crossed her face when she said "We are losing the war in that part of the U.K" Shit...We must be really losing badly if the ministry went as far as calling back our aurors

I glanced back at the head lines again as last night's events filled my head. Harry as a blood drinker…Harry as a…was he killing us too? No, of course not! He said he only drank animal blood but then…

"Weasley? Weasley…Still home?"

"Yeah why?" I asked, awakened from my Harry-related thoughts

"I said I'm leaving"

"Um…okay. Later!"

Pansy looked at me again before shrugging and leaving. As the door closed behind her I turned to Edward "What was that all about?"

"Huh?" It seemed like I was not the only one who had awakened from a dream-like reverie. "What did I do?

"Hmmm…let me think" I said in mock thought "You didn't speak a word!"

He shrugged in his weird Edward-ish way "Well, you'll soon learn that I'm a man of few words"

I observed him, skeptically through my long eye-lashes. A man of few words? He had talked a lot of words in front of me and Pansy. And then when Blaise came…it hit me then and…I couldn't help it. I started laughing out loud like a crazy women. Hadn't he seen Zabini staring at me? He had barely glanced at Pansy and here was Edward sulking like a baby. It was all so funny. Every one round me, including Edward, stared in surprise at my cackling. I did not take it personally – I always knew I looked weird when I have one of my laughing fits. "You fancy her don't you?"

Edward turned red – tomato red, I'm telling you. It was absolutely hilarious but he denied it as first – as every sane human being would do "What are you talking about? How could you even think…" But his next words left his lips when he caught me pressing my lips together (which resulted in my acquiring a red face that matched my hair to tee) in effort of trying not to let out another burst of laughter. He surrendered at last "Is it that obvious?"

I nodded, solemnly to which Edward sweared at quietly. "But don't worry" I continued "I think it's really sweet"

"Yeah right"

"It is!"

"Whatever…I'm getting something to drink? Do you want anything?"

"No thanks" I smiled, holding back my laughter again. It was quite obvious that he was looking for a way out of this conversation. I decided to 'relieve' him of his embarrassment. "Don't worry…your secret is safe with me though I do think you should make a move. Zabini was checking her out wasn't he? She is pretty hot stuff here from what I've heard so far."

I hadn't heard anything of that sort (I had been here for less than 48 hours) but it was fun, winding him up. Edward stared at me, in disbelief, his face red before muttering "Ha Ha. Very funny"

I had the couch to my self when he left and so I snuggled up and started reading the Quibbler which had also been kept near by – images of Luna accompanied my thoughts as I stared at the front cover. I found it ironic that the ministry had actually ordered the magazine for after all, it's not like they have hidden their intense dislike for it. I had throughout the years; taken a peculiar liking for the Quibbler. But as I turned the pages idly, one of the articles caught my attention: Contrary to what the ministry claim, Harry Potter "The boy who lived" is alive indeed. He was spotted earlier during the year as a blood drinker by the forests of…

Oh my god! The Quibbler knew? They knew…I read the article several times before shaking my head to myself. As much as I didn't want to believe and acknowledge yesterday's events, I had to…

Harry Potter was a bloody sucker!

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