Author's note & disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter characters and all that, etc etc.

Okay so this is rather different compared to the "Fairytales" trilogy. There's a slight change in my style of writing. And the story is really different. It's something I've always wanted to try so now I have and this is the result.

I have a problem with self control, also. I intended for this to be a really quick story…didn't happen. Some chapters are really short and others are kind of long, it's just how it works.

I hope you guys like it!

A longer summary: It's 2009. Seasons, the world, people, everything. Everything is turning. A member of "The Golden Trio" has been gone for seven years but things didn't happen the way others think they did. What happens when a new life collides with an old one? Albus Dumbledore believed love could conquer everything but can it do the impossible again?

Rated M for violence, blood, language, and sex.

-Chapter 1: Her Notebook-

"What do you have for me today, Gin?" Harry Potter asked when the slender redhead sat down in one of the scarlet armchairs in front of his desk at the Ministry of Magic. Harry was head of his own department now. A department that had been created seven years ago dealing with the aftermath of some of the most horrific events the Ministry had seen since the Second Wizarding War had ended.

"Look at the calendar and tell me yourself," Ginny Weasley sighed. She flipped through her emerald green notebook until she found the page she wanted.

It wasn't the fact that it was June or that it was a Tuesday that made Harry take off his glasses and bury his head in his hands and sigh. It was the fact that it was the second day of the month. It was always the same on this day. Always. In seven years there was not one day when someone didn't come into his office on the second of the month and read to him out of their notebook. Before Ginny transferred to Harry's department it was Ron that would come in and read. Ron's notebook had been blue. It really didn't really matter who it was that read to Harry or what color the notebook was though, it was always the exact same thing.

"Okay, go on Gin."

"Second of June, two-thousand nine. Muggle male, thirty-two years old. In prison for the rape and murder of three fifteen year old girls ten years ago. Found on the floor of his cell, dead, with two puncture wounds to the neck and his blood drained from him. I made sure the Muggles did their exam to get all of their evidence then confunded the examiner and the dead guy's body is now at St. Mungo's to be checked but you know what they're going to tell us."

"Bitten. Killing curse. Blood drained."

"Yup."

"Are you getting any closer with your undercover work?"

"No. Whoever the hell this is they leave absolutely no trace, you already know that. No spit, no hair, nothing. I've gone through the Muggle records from all the way back when it all started and I have come up with absolutely nothing. I've been working at that Muggle lab for a year now and I swear I have less information now than when I started. What is the point in me still working there anyways?"

"You know what the point is, Ginny. It's the safest work you can do. Do you forget why you're working…"

"I know why I'm working for you, Harry. You don't need to remind me."

"Gin, you've got to make sure that anything they know, we know and you've got to keep an eye on them in case we've got to alter any memories."

Ginny checked her watch and sighed. It was noon. "I better get back to my desk. I'll bet you a hundred Galleons I have a letter waiting for me."

Harry only groaned and went back to whatever he was working on.

Ginny walked to her cubicle. Sure enough there was a letter on her desk with writing she didn't recognize in ink that was untraceable on parchment that was always clean. How it arrived was always a mystery to everyone.

"You know I'm sorry but I have to. I don't understand why you have to keep looking into this. All of my victims deserve it. They're just rotting away in their cell and serve no purpose. I know you won't stop trying to find me but as always, try to see my side of things."

Ginny clenched the parchment in her hand and slammed her fist on the desk and swore loudly. No one looked at her. A few glanced at their calendars then went back to focusing on their work. It was always the same on this day for them, too. Always. Ginny went back to Harry's office and tossed the letter at him.

"All of the victims deserve it! Who the fuck do they think they are?" Ginny yelled and started pacing.

"Ginny, you know as well as I do that because of protocol we can't say for sure what happened. Because they never found…"

"Dammit, Potter! You of all people should back me up on this!"

Harry got up from his desk and shut the door to his office. He pulled Ginny down to one of the armchairs and sat in a second one in front of her.

"As your boss I have to tell you that, Ginny. You know this. As your friend you know I believe you and you know I've done everything I can to try and find out exactly what happened. It's been seven years though, Gin. I may be head of this department but I still have to answer to higher up. They don't want us focusing on the first few attacks anymore. They consider the cases cold. All of them. The missing are just that and will remain so."

"Why am I always the one that gets the letters then? Even when I wasn't working for you…Why was her wedding ring in the first one? It plainly stated..."

"I've told you over and over again, Ginny. I don't know. This…this case is so messed up. I mean it's less messed up than it should be…you know? I've gone through I don't know how many files and there's never been any record of anything like this. This vampire…they're not normal. Whoever it is, they're just not normal."

Ginny looked at the floor and sighed. "Do you think they knew what she left behind?"

"Again, Ginny, I don't know. Look, why don't you take the rest of the day off and go home? You know there won't be anything else for you to do here and you don't work at the Muggle lab until tomorrow. Tell your mother I said hello."

Ginny sighed again. Harry hugged her and she went back to her cubicle to get her things and the Flooed to the Burrow.

……………

"Rough day?" Molly asked when Ginny stepped out of the fireplace.

"I knew it would be, it always is. Where's Rose?" Ginny joined her mother at the kitchen counter and started peeling potatoes.

"Outside toying around with some of the old broomsticks. Don't worry dear, I've kept an eye on her. She knows not to fly without you here."

Ginny peered out the window and smiled for the first time all day.

"You think Hermione would be proud, Mum?"

"I've told you hundreds of times, you know she would be, Ginny."

After finishing the potatoes Ginny walked outside over to the old broom shed. A small girl, a little over a month from seven-years old and the spitting image of Hermione Granger at that age, hopped up off the ground and ran to Ginny's wide-open arms.

"How's my baby girl today?" Ginny said as she hoisted the child up and onto her hip.

"Good. Gran and me tended the garden! I planted some tomatoes! And there was this gnome and he came up and tried to bite me but I gave him a good kick just like Uncle George showed me how and the gnome went farther than I've ever got them to. Then I found a toad! Gran says I'm not allowed to keep it though 'cause it probably has a mum and dad and would get sad if it had to live with us and not them."

"That's wonderful Rose, I'm glad you've had a good day so far." Ginny smiled and kissed the girl on the forehead.

"Why do you look sad, Mum? And how come you're home so early?"

"Because I missed you today, that's why. Would you like to go for a fly?"

Rose beamed and hopped out of Ginny's arms. She grabbed one of the brooms she had been toying with and dragged it over to Ginny. The redhead mounted it and then picked up her daughter. They took off flying circles around the Burrow. The young girl squealed with delight and Ginny smiled. They landed when Molly called them in for lunch and headed into the Burrow.

While at the kitchen table having ham sandwiches Ginny was buried deep in her thoughts until she was interrupted by the small brunette.

"Mum…can I ask a question?" Rose said curiously.

"Sure baby girl, you know you can ask me anything," Ginny said with a smile and brushed Rose's bushy brown hair out of her eyes.

"Well…you have a mum and dad…and all the other kids have mums and dads…how come I don't?"

"Of all days she chose to ask me…it just had to be today," Ginny thought. She sighed and put down her sandwich.

"Are you done with your lunch?"

"Yeah."

"Okay then, I think we need to take a walk."

I am going to try to say this in the least offensive way possible since I know there are probably "Twilight" fans reading this: Yes, vampires have a lot to do with this story. No, they are not the "Twilight" version of them. I've never read the books or seen the movies (although my friends keep pushing it on me) so if you're expecting Edward Cullen to pop up somewhere I am sorry but you're going to be incredibly disappointed. I prefer my vampires cold, pasty, afraid of the sunlight, and blood-thirsty.

Have a nice day =)