The Present Past

Prologue

Ginny surveyed the carnage of the latest battle. All her family and friends had died a long time ago, victims of age like she never would be. 4968 years ago the Boy-Who-Lived had killed himself by falling on his own sword. Just as the blood bubbled out of his mouth Ginny pulled Gryffindor's sword out of his chest and ran it through He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

But this was all along time ago, all any one knew about the Boy Wonder now was what they read in text books. Or they would if the magical world still existed for wizards. They had been bred out; too many muggle wizard unions had occurred. It started with an increase in squibs. In current time the closest anyone ever got to a proper wizard was a random muggleborn who were normally killed by the age of five by their muggle parents. Or an immortal being like Ginny was.

It was ironic that the world that Ginny's lover had been fighting for was the one he would have wanted the least. Harry had sort to save the Muggles from extinction and he succeeded at the price of wizard extinction.

The Muggles had found out about wizard life and hated it. Their first experience with magic, on whole, was when the king himself made a statement on his mother's death, Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, Elizabeth the 2^nd had been killed in a death eater attack. And so with that as their first experience to magic the muggle worlds trembled in fear of magic, assuming that all wizards must be like Voldemort.

This had led to a war against Muggles who had decided to kill all magic folk. There had been 3 muggle wars against them. A decree had also been made that should a magic person ever be found he or she must die. Parents who bore muggleborns were killed if found out and the muggleborn in question had been killed and then displayed publicly.

Ginny shook her head at the memory and bent down to lightly touch the cheek of a fallen comrade. He was a very pretty man, pretty but dead. This young man had curly blond hair that was slicked down a bit with blood. His blue eyes were vacant and his lips pale and agape.

It was just another silly muggle vs. muggle war. Ginny had seen millions of them. She sometimes fought in them herself, if she felt like it or was bored. She couldn't quite remember what this one was for. Something about one muggle country releasing long dead long disease in the other country's main city. The disease had killed millions as the Muggles had not vaccinated themselves against this particular disease in a long time.

In a way these muggle wars comforted Ginny. It sent out a message to her that something would continue forever. One of these things was war, another was taxes and yet another was death.

Ginny tilted the dead man's head back and sunk her fangs deep into his throat. She drank deeply; she had not fed upon another in at least 5 years choosing instead to drink her potion than have to confront the monster that was the muggle world. When she did drink from another, they were always already dead. Ginny couldn't bear to kill anymore.

His blood had gone cold and bitter with death and it was not a pleasing thing to go down her throat. But still she drank, she needed the strength. In a few days she would be able to do what she most desired; to go back in time.

She had been working on it for a decade and had finally finished. She would be able to go back and inhabit her infant self; she would kill the soul of her infant self and live within the body. This time around when the master vampire offered her immortality she would refuse it. This way she could die with her friends and family. This way she wouldn't need human blood once a week. This way she could change the future but not have to live with it.

Not even a stake through her icy heart could kill her, one of the problems with being turned by the master himself. It had left her immune to everything but her own pain. Ginny had even tried swimming in a volcano once, all that happened was she got a few burns that healed within the hour.

Ginny remembered her turning all to well; she could not get her master out of her head either. Brendan. He was lucky; he had been able to die after he had turned her. But Ginny could never find someone willing, or someone she was willing to give the curse of her immortality. But she would refuse immortality this time, she had to...

~Flash Back~

Ginny is walking down the street of Diagon Alley, depressed, at night time. She walks, because in a frenzy to look like he could help his people the Minister of Magic had declared apparating banned, this only marginally slowed death eater attacks.

Harry has just told her that he has to die to kill Voldemort. Ginny has run away from him. Her lover is already dead to her. She has to go clear her head, which she now realized was a bad idea. All alone in the middle of the night in the middle of abandoned street and being a close friend of Harry Potter. To put it simply she was death eater food.

She walks tensely; Ginny thinks she can hear the rustling of a cloak from behind her, her head whips around to see. There standing in an alley way is a vampire. He has long black hair which is tied back in a pony tail with a silver ribbon; his eyes are light brown, flecked with amber.

He grins at her; she sees his alabaster fangs. His pale skin reflects the moon light, making him almost look like a ghost. He holds out one of his pale hands to her. He speaks, his voice is rich and deep, it sounds foreign, slightly French.

"You are sad, little girl, but powerful I can see. Come to me, I will help you, I will Change you."

"P-please don't eat me," Ginny stutters, frozen by terror.

"Me eat you?" the vampire laughs warmly. "Nay, little girl, you are too special to be eaten. Now come to me, I will help you, I will Change you." The vampire opens his arms up, as if beckoning Ginny to hug him. By a strange compulsion Ginny feels her feet walking herself towards him; before she knows it she is within his arms.

"Well done, little girl, now let me take you away, let me Change you," the vampire says as he picks Ginny up off the ground, into his arms like one would carry a small child.

"Yes..." Ginny murmurs completely in his trance. "But what do you mean by Change, what do you want?"

"I will make you a vampire, little girl, I want to make you my little princess." The vampire responds. Without a moment's notice he is in the air, flying. "Do you wish to become immortal, little princess? Are you willing to able to live through anything?"

"Yes," Ginny answers and with that her fate is sealed. The vampire carries her in his arms away to his home. The vampire turns her. In the morning Ginny runs home, but it is all but too late. She is a master vampire. She is immortal.

~ End Flash Back ~

Ginny had tried to kill herself many times. She had sat underneath the Atlantic Ocean for a year once but to no avail, she had looked into eyes of basilisks but ended up learning how to speak their language, she had floated around in space and ended up figuring how to break not only the speed of light but the speed of darkness as well.

Having taken all the cold stale blood out of the man she moved onto another and then a woman and her little boy. Once her hunger was finally satisfied she walked home to work on her project. So soon would she be in her mothers arms, so soon would Harry's eyes smile down at her and so soon she could laugh at her brother's antics. So very soon she would finally be home.