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Chapter 7.

March 3rd

Tuesday

Target's House

7:45 P.M

Harry's POV

I glanced at the bloodied body in front of me. My blade was still hilt deep in the man's throat. Sighing, I grabbed my blade and tore it out of the dead body. The scent of tainted blood stained the stale air around me. I looked around the basement, seeing if there was any thing of importance that I might need to grab. Seeing nothing, I started to head back upstairs. Just as a reached the last step, I was flown backwards, landing on the hard cement ground. I groaned quietly, my already bruised and sore body protesting such treatment. Though, I quickly get on my feet, looking around for the person who done this. I stayed still, didn't breathe, just listen to the air around me, straining my ears to hear something, anything. Frustrated when I didn't hear a thing, I headed back up stairs, slowly, blade in hand.

Then I heard it. A chuckle right behind me. I stayed still, waiting to see what the person would do.

" So, you are Adrian's Childe." A males voice stated, his voice filled with curiosity.

I didn't answer, not sure what was going on.

It was silent for a couple of minutes, then I felt an arm wrap around my right arm, the arm that held my blade. I tried to turn away, out of his grasp, but he me slammed down onto the stairs.

I blinked trying to get rid of the dots that littered my vision, feeling blood run from my mouth down to my jaw. Stifling a groan, I quickly flipped over, my fist flying towards the man. With vampiric speed, the man dodged my attack.

I moved quickly upstairs, no longer playing games.

Once up stairs, I noticed that it was just getting dark, the sunset coming through the bay window. I moved backwards, out of the kitchen into the darkening living room, never taking me eyes of off the basement door.

I was startled when I barely saw the red haired man coming towards me. This wasn't no normal vampire. He had to be at least five hundred years old, to be this strong.

Shit .

I couldn't fight a five hundred year old vampire, not on my own. I was still a Childe in vampire sense. He was an Ancient most likely. One of the stronger vampires alive today. I tried to push my fear down as I moved to the side, trying to keep a safe distance between me and him. He stopped in front of me, letting me get a closer look at him.

His long dark red hair was pulled back from his face, his red crimson eyes sparkling with amusement and anger.

I wanted to back away, run, do something, but fear held me in place. Never run from an Ancient vampire, Adrian taught me that. Running meant disrespect, and disrespect meant death.

" That was my friend you just killed, Childe." The Ancient vampire stated, moving towards me.

Double shit.

What was I supposed to do now? There is no way he would let me live. As he stepped forward, I moved back until I hit a wall.

I looked around the room, trying to find something that would help me.

" Look at me Childe." The Ancient commanded.

I looked up at him, seeing that he was studying me very closely. His right hand came up, his finger nails barely touching my face.

" So, are you here on orders or did you just decided that you was gonna kill my friend?" I could hear the anger in his voice, so I answered quickly.

" On orders, from my Sire."

He smirked, bending down so our faces were at the same height.

" Now, what am I going to do with you?" He whispered in my ear.

I turned, closing my eyes. I soon found my head swimming with the images of Draco, Blaise, and Tom, and I prayed that whatever he did to me, that I would survive to see their faces again.

Adrian's Manor

8:03 P.M.

Draco's POV.

Sitting in the den, I read the Daily Prophet.

Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-Innocent-Killer!

Yes! You've read it right! Just a few nights ago, Mad-Eye-Moody was killed by Innocent Killer. Innocent Killer also left behind a message and his initials.

(To see the Message turn to pg.3)

The question is, my readers, what are we going to do? Not only has our savior abounded us, he is also killing us off one by one.

I stopped reading not really carrying what else the Daily Prophet had to say. I had an uneasy feeling, though. Something wasn't right. I glanced at the clock on the right side of the wall. 8:15 it read, and I knew something was dead wrong. Harry was supposed to be back by eight. Normally, I wouldn't worry, since he was only 15 minutes late, but I knew something was wrong.

Standing up quickly, I rushed out of the room and into the library.

" Tom!" I all but yelled, as I ran into the room. Tom was sitting down behind a desk, reading some paper.

" Draco? What's wrong?" Tom asked, standing up.

Catching my breathe, I spoke. " Harry's late and I have a bad feeling that something as happened to him."

Walking over to me, Tom frowned as concern etched into his face.

" Very well then, I'll go and inform Adrian of this."

Before I knew it, Tom was out the door and down the hallway.

Pansy's room

Third POV

8:20

Aiden's Manor

Pansy closed her bedroom door, not noticing Bella's or Ginny's presence. Humming to herself, Pansy turned around and froze. On her bed was sitting Bella in her proud, beautiful form, and Ginny asleep in her lap.

Impossible Thought Pansy. Ginny couldn't be here, she was supposed to be at Hogwarts.

" Bella, what's going on? Is that really Ginny?" Pansy asked, struggling to hold in her emotions. She hadn't seen her red-head beauty in almost four months.

" You tell me." Bella replied, a light accent of insanity still there.

Pansy looked at the red-headed girl in Bella's lap. Her soft lightly tanned skin. The dust of freckles, the long thick eyelashes.

" Oh, Ginny!" Pansy all but gushed, rushing to awake her lover.

" Hm, wha- Pansy!" Ginny gave a startled yell has she was all but attacked by the browned headed girl.

Pansy quickly pulled the girl into her arms, kissing her lips, nose, forehead, eyelids, anything she could kiss.

" But how?" Ginny asked, taking a small step back.

Pansy looked over at Bella, questioning the slightly mad woman with her eyes.

" Don't worry about how." Was the only reply either girls got.

East Wing

Third POV

8:23

" Sirius, stop it!" Remus said, trying to pull away from his lover.

" Aw, but I want to kiss you." Sirius pouted, pulling Remus closer to his chest, snogging the hell out of the man.

" Get a room." A snarky voice said, startling the two men.

Both men turned to their left and saw Lucius and Severus standing there. Sirius growled, while Remus just rolled his eyes. Somethings will just never change. Remus thought to himself.

Pushing off the wall that he had pinned Remus on, Sirius walked straight up to Severus, barely noticing Lucius moving closer to Remus.

" Fuck you, Severus." Sirius growled softly.

Severus smirked, and leaned closer to Sirius. " How about we try it the other way around?"

Sirius almost took a step backwards, but Severus quickly wrapped his arm around the man.

" Instead of you trying to fuck me, I'll be the one fucking you." Severus all but whispered, pulling the slightly shorter man into a kiss.

Remus was distracted from the scene in front by two very pale hands.

" Wha-what are you doing?" Remus asked, slightly whimpering when Lucius' hands found the weak spot behind his ears.

" Having fun." Was the only reply he got before his neck was assaulted by a pair of very warm and soft lips.

Remus felt himself be pushed backed against the wall, a hand traveling under his shirt. Remus bit back a groan when Lucius nibbled on his ear.

" Relax." He heard Lucius whispered, has he felt hands running through his hair, trying to calm his racing nerves.