Ello, loves. How was the last chapter? When I reread it, it seemed a bit rushed.

I am listening to: This Is You by Tay Zonday ft. Upwords.

'This is your life; the ultimate experience

Get in the driver's seat and start steering it.

Let up the brakes, push down on the gas

Look to the future, let go of the past

All of the signs say Follow Your Dreams,

We never know what tomorrow brings!

That's why I stay optimistic

Achieving your goals is beyond realistic!'

I do not own Harry Potter, sadly, I would be freaking rich!

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Over the next few days George grew more and more on edge. At every little noise he jumped and he would always stay up late into the night as if trying to protect himself. Finally one day Ginny exploded.

"Damnit, George! What is your problem?" she shouted at him.

"He thinks an evil vampire with anger issues is after him." Hermione chirped from her spot in the room.

"Why would he think that?" Ginny asked, confused.

"Apparently he met Lena Baker in a muggle cemetery visiting her own grave." Hermione answered promptly.

"I did!" he shouted in slight anger at the jests.

"Why would Lena Baker, vampire princess, talk to you in a muggle cemetery?" Ginny questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"The Ginger One sent her because he saved her life." George responded childishly.

"The Ginger One…" Ginny trailed off while looking at him. "If you haven't noticed, George, half of ENGLAND is ginger." She snapped.

"Whatever." He snarled before storming out.

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George was walking the deserted streets of Hogsmeade when a voice called out to him.

"Is ickle Georgie all alone?" familiar cold laughter filled the path.

"Hello, Lena." He said calmly. He was beginning to expect the vampire when least expected. "How are you today? Are you going to be civil to me or rude?"

"I feel like being a bitch today!" the voice said. Behind him, footsteps were heard. He turned to see Lena walking towards him, her purplish lips formed into a cruel smile.

"So who is The Ginger One?" George asked her slyly.

Her eyes seemed to pick up a mad glint. "You know him. You know him really well."

"Thanks." He said dryly, shoulders slumping slightly.

"Anytime." She chirped smugly. She turned serious, "Those who wish not to be seeked will always be found."

"You sure are nasty at night." George commented.

"What did the idiot say to the vampire?" Lena said, instead of answering him.

"What?" he questioned.

"You sure are nasty at night." She hissed while sending a pointed look at him.

"So what's it like being undead?" George decided to ask as they neared the Shrieking Shack.

"Try living forever yet watching everyone die. Try having power yet not being able to use it. Try being able to save people yet condemn them. When you have that, you are not even one fourth of the way there." She said with a dark look on her face.

"Oh." George responded.

"Your vocabulary astounds me, Mr. Weasley. If only I could have such a broad dialogue such as yourself." Lena drawled lazily.

"Your maturity astounds me!" George replied.

"I could hold a quarter up in your face and it would astound you!" Lena snapped at him.

"What's a quarter?" George asked looking confused.

"Never you mind." Lena said. She turned to him, "Listen, I have an offer for you."

"What sort of offer?" he questioned, with raised eyebrows.

"An irresistible offer." She said breathlessly, "How would you like to live forever?"

"L-live forever?" George choked out as he looked at Lena in shock. Wasn't she, just five minutes ago, telling him the horrors of being immortal?

"Yes." She leant up and whispered in his ear. Her breath tickled his face and smelled faintly of mints. "Forever."

"No. I would never see Fred again." George said firmly as he shook his head, but… he wanted to do it…to make her happy…to do it for her…finally it hit like a thousand bricks causing him to stumble backwards.

"You never told me you're a veela!"

"To be fair, you never exactly asked what I was." Lena shrugged her shoulders as she approached him again.

"Stay away from me!" George shouted. He turned around and began to run back into the town, only to be stopped outside of the Hogshead by Lena appearing in front of him.

"What if I say that Fred already accepted my offer?" she questioned.

"What do you mean?" George said sharply, "Fred is dead."

"To be a vampire, you do not need your body, it will eventually be destroyed. No, all you need is a soul. When the wall fell on your brother his body was damaged beyond repair but his soul was intact. I was at the Battle of Hogwarts, George, I made many vampires that night, each one on the brink of death or already dead. Fred would want this." Her voice was so drawing. He wanted to accept right away but there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind.

Suddenly the Hogshead door blasted open and Aberforth was pointing what looked like a Basilisk fang at her throat, "Leave, vampire." His gruff voice spat at her.

Lena eyed the Basilisk fang warily while holding her hands up, "How about you just put that down, Aberforth." She said gently as the man gripped the fang tighter.

"I want you gone." He snarled at her, blue eyes glinting madly.

"What do Basilisk fangs do?" George asked, "I thought only werewolf bites could kill vampires."

"Basilisk fangs turn 'em back to humans. Muggles." Aberforth answered. "They also drive 'em mad."

"Don't do it Aberforth." Lena backed up as Aberforth took a step towards her.

"You could have brought her back!" he yelled at her.

"I tried! Didn't you think I tried? She was so scared, Aberforth! She wouldn't let me near her, but when your mum and dad came to her she calmed down, she was happy, Abby. She was happy!" Lena was running out of room to back up.

"What about Albus?" Aberforth questioned.

"You know what poison does! He would have been in pain! Besides, he still has that grudge from The Incident." Lena was backed into a tree. She had no where to go.

"You're lying!" Aberforth roared at the petite vampire.

"I'm not lying! Abby, please!" Lena pleaded, her eyes still transfixed on the fang.

"Lies!" he made forward to stab her in the heart but before she could scream, she was knocked to the ground, Aberforth was blown backwards and a tall Ginger man was standing in front of her.

George's eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets before stating, "I want answers. NOW."

"It's good to see you too." The man said while helping George up. They hugged in the way only men seem to be able.

"I missed you Fred."

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'I'm back, Georgie.'

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How was that? Could you tell what was happening? Review!

By the way I would like give special thanks to the following reviewers:

FutureRulerOfTheWorld

Mittenzs

First two comments! And, well, only comments. Anyways, I love the support. I honestly didn't think anyone would comment. This is actually the fourth Harry Potter story I began but the only one who anyone bothered to comment on! I love you guys!

I am listening to: All Around Me by Flyleaf

'My hands float up above me

And you whisper you love me

And I begin to fade

Into our secret place

The music makes me sway

The angels singing say we are alone with you

I am alone and they are too with you

I'm alive.'

O.o Livi Lou o.O