Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. JK Rowling, the wonderful woman that she is, does, in fact, exist, and me and ALB/L42 did NOT write the series. Ael L. Bolt belongs to Ael L. Bolt. Connemara O'Neil belongs to Rapidash/K'lanna. Aislin Krystophe belongs to Moonfire Morgaine. Chris Montgomery belongs to Kawaii Spinel Queen Of Evil. Blade Darkness belongs to IsabelleMalfoyPotterSnape. Phew, I think that's everyone mentioned in the fic. Anyway, the only thing I do own is Katrina Phillips and her parents, Khense Nekire and his parents, and Katrina's species. ^_^

Besides, IF we REALLY wrote the series, do you really think we'd be doing this? ^_^

Author's Note: This is my prologue fic for the Harry Potter RP. Hope you is liking it. ^_^ Don't ask why I'm talking like Dobby. *ahem* Anyway, this is supposed to be an alternate version of myself. While all my friends do call me "Kat", my real name is Katherine Elizabeth O'Brian, not Katrina Tariene Phillips. My parent's names are fairly close to their real names as well. Khense is a made-up character based loosely around Ryou Bakura, from Yu-Gi-Oh!. Only loosely, though. Anyway, onforth~!
~*::Millennium Angel::*~

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Blood And Darkness
Chapter 1~ Unusual Chances

"Katrina, get down from there!"

A little girl, probably no older than three, grinned down at her father from atop a high brick wall fencing the garden of her house in. "Daddy, I'm having fun!" She yelled, grinning.

"You'll injure yourself, now get down here!"

The girl, Katrina, giggled. She ran across the wall to the other side and attempted to climb the wall of the house.

"Katrina, no!"

Katrina giggled again, and made another attempt, while her father, William, watched fearfully. Just as it looked as though she would make it, Katrina lost her footing and fell fifteen feet to the lowered area leading to the basement of her house. Tears filled her lavender eyes. She had sprained her ankle, and was in a great deal of pain.

"I told you..." William muttered. He picked her up, and carried her inside.

"What just happened?" Her mother, Lynn, asked. "I heard..."

"She climbed up the wall, and fell," William responded, laying the little girl on the couch. He took out his wand and bandaged her ankle. ~I told her not to,~ He told his wife, using his vampire's Telepathy, ~But she wouldn't listen. Insisted on trying to climb up to the roof of the house. Now she's sprained her ankle.~

~Poor thing... It'll be healed though? By tomorrow?~

~I think it will. She's proving to be a pretty fast healer, even for a vampire.~

~Good.~

By that point, Katrina had cried out all her tears, and was sniffling, waiting for the pain in her ankle to subside.

"You should be better by tomorrow," Lynn told her, in a soothing voice. Katrina nodded, closing her eyes, and dozing off to sleep.

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The Phillips's were a family of Wizarding vampires living in St. John's Wood, in the north of London. Their young daughter, Katrina, was an adventuresome little bother, which her parents, William and Lynn, had to deal with on a daily, or, rather, nightly basis. It seemed she was always getting into trouble. This did, of course, mean she had a great many injuries to heal. Luckily, she was a fast healer, even for her species, and usually recovered within twenty-four hours of receiving an injury.

Her parents often pondered what to do with the little terror whenever she got into trouble, which usually involved scaling large heights. It was decided that they'd let her heal, then punish her when she recovered. This seldom worked, however, and William and Lynn had almost given up hope.

Then, the Bolts happened.

Or, rather, they moved into the neighborhood just to the south of St. John's Wood, called Maida Vale. Everything started to turn around, that one night.

The night of the full moon...