Harry Potter and the Vampire's Curse

My first Harry Potter fanfiction story. Please read and review. Go easy on me. This is the introduction of the story.

It was a stormy night over Hogsmede. The Three Broomsticks was crowded, keeping Madam Rosmerta and the rest of the waitresses busy. No one really noticed the back table. There sat a young girl, maybe sixteen or seventeen years old. She sipped her butterbeer quietly, watching each and every person near her. No one paid any attention, though. She took notice of every person walking in the door, every person who came and left. She watched as a man cloaked in dark green entered the room. He spotted her in the back of the room and began to wade over towards her. He sat down across form her.

“You’re late, Wormtail.” She siad without looking up.

“Wormtail is in Azkaban.” Said the man. His voice was raspy and aged. It seemed it took the man all he had to speak, even though he looked strong and healthy.

The girl was taken aback. She stared, wide-eyed at the man, whose glittering snake-like eyes filtered through the darkness surrounding his face.

“Lord Voldemort?” she whispered.

The man nodded. “Do not worry. No one will remember that they saw us.”

“Why did you call me and my troop?” the girl asked, abruptly changing the subject.

The man leaned forwards. “We need an alliance in the war against the Mudbloods and muggles.”

“You already have the traditional vampires to help.” She eyed him suspiciously.

“I know that.” The man wheezed. It was all that the girl could do to listen to him. “This year is Harry Potter’s last year at Hogwarts. My subjects have failed to capture him themselves, so I need a professional.”

“I am the leader of an assassin’s group. Not a kidnapper’s group.” She scoffed.

“True, but I need you to do this for me.” He paused, watching her. “You do want the vampires to get back their good, respectable name, do you not?” she was silent. “Sirius Black has gotten full custody of Harry. After this year, they will go into hiding. Harry Potter is the people’s only hope. They believe that he can stop me again. If I destroy Harry Potter, they will fear me and have no choice other than to join me. This year is our last chance to kill Harry Potter. I need you and your team to bring him to me. You know where I am.” With that, he got up and left the Three Broomsticks, out into the storming night.

The girl began to ruminate on his words. He was right. If the vampires were the ones to bring Harry Potter to Lord Voldemort, the vampires would go from the evil piles of scum that the rest of the world thought of them, surviving only on the blood of the weak and the animals, to the Lords of the world that the people once worshiped and gave their lives for. She knew that she had fallen into a trap. With any luck, she could get out with what she wanted. She smiled. She was good at making her own luck.