Disclaimer: I don't own Dumbledore, Apparation, Lemon-Drops, Lavazza or Converse. All I own is Shane, Josh and Shane's mystery saver.

Shane Spencer

December 24th, 1976

My hood was pulled up over my head, hiding my brown hair and keeping my face shaded as I waited for Josh. My eyes, which had taken a strange golden shade, glowed in the dark. My hands were pushed into my pockets, tapping against my hip in anticipation. I pushed my back against the brick wall, keeping my head down as I listened to the loud music coming from the stadium in front of me.

"Shane?" My eyes flashed up and over to the end of the alley. I stood up straight and waved, signaling him over to me.

Josh was my best friend and my personal assistant. He could do anything if it was for me. He had black eyes and blonde hair that he never bothered to brush. His thin face was covered in freckles that stuck out like a sore thumb. He stood at a monstrous six-foot-three, but he had absolutely no muscle, so he wasn't exactly attractive.

"You got 'em?" I asked, pushing a stray hair back into my hood.

"Yes, but are you sure about this?" He asked in return, pulling a black, leather box out of his backpack. I nodded and took the box from his hands.

"I have to get out." I said as I opened it up and looked at the contents. Inside was a red wig and glasses, plus colored contacts that I didn't need to wear. "Oh, give this to my parents and they won't send you back to California."

"What-?" He asked as I shoved a piece of paper into his hand.

I smiled and pulled my hood off. "It says that they'll never see me again if they do." Then, I tucked my hair into the net and put the glasses on. I threw the wig on over the net and looked at him. "What do you think?"

"You look like someone else, someone not famous."

I smiled and wrapped my arms around him. "I'll miss you, Josh." I whispered as I pressed my face against his chest.

"I'll miss you, too, Shane." He whispered into my hair. I squeezed him one last time and pulled myself away from him, turning and running out of the alley.

I ran for several blocks, having to grab at my wig every now and then to keep it from flying off. The sound of the opening band in the stadium eventually faded to only a soft beat. Sadly, my musical feet had to keep with that beat. My Converse made a loud tapping sound on the pavement as I turned into an alley.

"Huff…Huff…Huff…" Even though I ran and walked for three hours every other day, I was out of shape. My lungs felt like rocks in my chest, pushing at my knees and making them bend. My hands mechanically moved to my kneecaps.

I stuck my hand in my back pocket and pulled out a small map Josh and I had made a few nights before. On it was the location of a payphone and a bus stop, the two most important items. There was also a McDonald's and a Subway, in case I got hungry.

"Let's see…" I whispered as I set my finger on the map and quickly glanced at the name of the street I'd just left. I traced my path and soon found the way to my destination, the payphone. I stuck the mini-map in my pocket and looked up. I took a quick glance at the end of the alley and saw a man.

This man was strange, like loony strange. He wore long, silk robes and half moon glasses over his bright blue eyes. A silver beard swung from his chin, stopping at his knees. A smile sat on his lips at he looked at me over the rims of his glasses. He just stood there, staring at me. Did this freak know who I was?

I looked away and turned, calmly walking out of the alley and back into the street. Then, I began to run. As I ran, I caught glimpses of the man in alleys and shops, and it was really starting to freak me out. I decided it was best to take the long way to the payphone and cut onto one of the side roads.

I stopped when I saw the man standing in my way and quickly turned right, leading myself back to the main road quickly. I looked around and saw the payphone not even four meters away. I smiled and took a step towards it, but when I blinked the man was standing in front of it. I stepped back.

"What do you want?" I yelled at him. My breath could be seen as it raced from my mouth and into the cool, December air.

He smiled and, after disappearing for only a moment, appeared in front of me. "All will be explained once we find a coffee shop." He said.

I took a quick step back. "Wait, we?" I asked as I furrowed my brow.

"Yes, we." He said. He walked past me and looked around, seeing a Lavazza and walking towards it. I stayed put, and he turned around to look at me as soon as he realized I wasn't following. "Come along, my dear."

Something was telling me to stay away, but the rest of me was screaming for me to follow him. It was dangerous, and I was a musician. Hell, I do this sort of stuff all the time.

So, I walked closer to him. We began walking side by side, and it was a little awkward. A very, very uncomfortable silence floated in the air between us. I wanted him to say something, anything. But, he just kept glancing over his shoulder. He was acting as if someone was following us, and it was really bugging me.

We walked inside and the little bell on the door rang. The barista behind the counter barely glanced up at us was we walked in, and nodded at the man before turning around and walking out from behind the counter. He walked to the door and flipped the open-closed sign over so the public knew that the coffeehouse was closed. He ignored us and walked into the back room, leaving me with the man.

"I want answers, now." I said as I glared over at him.

"I realize that you must be flustered and confused, and I shall attempt to explain the matter at hand. But, it is a very serious situation, and a very complicated one at that." He said, gesturing to a table. I sat down and he followed in suit.

"Please, start." I said as I stared into his blue eyes with determination and, just barely, anger. He nodded.

"My name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, more commonly known as Professor or Headmaster." He said, looking at me over his glasses again. "I run a school you've never heard of. It's titled Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

I caught two words that told me my assumption that this guy was a freak was right.

"Hold it, Witchcraft and Wizardry?" I asked, my eyes holding severe amusement.

"I realize it sounds ludicrous to your ears, and to all of the people you know. But, as I stated before, this is a very serious matter." He said, folding his hand on the table. "Allow me to demonstrate."

Then, he proceeded to pull a long, strange stick from the folds of his robes. I gripped the edge of the table in fear and curiosity, which was a really bad combination. He lifted the stick and flicked the end above the table.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a teapot and two cups appeared on the table, along with a glass plate of sugar cookies and bowl of what looked like lemon-drops. I stared at the food and drinks as he poured two cups of tea and set one in front of me. I grabbed it, but was sure not to drink anything.

"Alright, I believe you." I said in a fast, nervous, shaky voice. "Please, um, continue."

He smiled. "There is a wizard, a powerful one. His name is Tom Riddle, called by many… Voldemort." He said, his blue eyes darkening at the mention of the name. "Most do not speak his name out of fear, but you should not be afraid. This wizard is trying to purify our kind, to kill all of the people born of one wizard or witch and one human. I and several others wish to stop him."

"What does this have to do with me?" I asked, setting the warm cup down on the table in front of me and lookin up at him, seeing as I was rather short for my age. "I'm not of your kind, why tell me of all people?"

Another toothy grin was sent my way, as if he was trying to lighten the mood. "Miss Spencer, tell me, when did your eyes gain that color?"

I thought about it for a little bit. "Just recently, actually." I said, a skeptic look on my face.

"And your canine teeth are sharper than normal, as well?" I nodded. "You may not be exactly like me, but we are alike in so many ways."

"How?"

"There is a creature in the magical world. This creature is rare, and is born human. Only once every century is this creature born. It's called Imperator Creatura, translating into Emperor Creature in English." Dumbledore explained. "This creature can control all magical creatures, along with several non-magical, and has other qualities that make it magical. But, the things that distinguish it are its eyes and teeth."

I stared for several seconds, many thoughts running through my mind to try and decide how to feel about this. It landed on denial.

"Haha, very funny. Who hired you, my parents?" I asked as I stood up and glared at him. "I'm so sick of this!" I used my arm to push all of the china from the table and onto the tile floor below my feet. Tea covered the floor, as well as deformed cookies and hundreds of little, yellow dots that had been the lemon drops.

My feet carried me over to the glass door. I threw it open and stomped outside. The air was cold and the sun had set. A light snow was falling from the endless black above my head. The moon barely peeked through the clouds and provided a small amount of light. The only lamppost within five-hundred feet had a flickering light bulb, so my sight was extremely limited.

I took a step forward, but froze in place. The reason: A cloud of black smoke appeared in front of me. A lot happened in the following moment. First, I took a step back and bumped into that Dumbledore fellow. Then, several wisps of silver mist flashed around me, along with several more clouds of smoke. Last, though, and most frightening, colors started to flash around me. There were bursts of red and green more than anything.

I was crawling to the side, taking anxious glances back at the scene. My hands and knees scraped roughly against the pavement, and I could feel them growing red with irritation.

Suddenly, black smoke erupted from nothing right in my face. I got to my feet quickly and tried to run, but a man caught me around the waist. I looked back at the man that had erupted from the smoke and tried to get a picture of his face. But, his hood was up and nothing could be seen. All I could see was a pair of dark eyes staring at me.

"Tom…" I looked towards the strong voice to see the silver beard (the rest of him was there, too, of course) of Dumbledore. "Let go of her, Tom."

"Shut up, old man!" This man, Tom, had a voice that sent shivers racing down my spine and made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up straight. It sounded like hissing, but it was completely and utterly human. There was a quality that made me feel hatred and fear towards him.

"Impedimenta!" I looked past Tom to see yet another man. This one was different from all of the others. He didn't look scared or frightened, mad or angry, he looked determined. The look in his eyes made me feel important.

His brown hair stuck out at odd angles, like it hadn't been combed for weeks. Even though his face looked unruly and homeless, he was well dressed. Not overly dressed, just a sweater-vest and slacks. His most prominent feature, though, was the scar that led from the top of his left eye to his chin. To most people, that scar would've been intimidating. To me, it was a sign of strength.

Tom blocked the bright blue light with a red shield that looked to be made of goop. "Avada Kedavra!" A green beam shot from the end of his wand (at least, that's what I thought it was) and hit the man square in the chest.

Time seemed to slow down as the man fell to the ground. Dumbledore grabbed me from Tom's grasp and I stared at the man. His body bent in a strange, unnatural way as he fell. He couldn't… Green light couldn't kill people. And, if he was dead, it was my fault. Tom had wanted me, and he only got at me because I hadn't believed the old man.

"Hold on tight." The words barely registered in my mind, but I grabbed onto Dumbledore's sleeve and we disappeared into thin air.

A/N: First off, I did a lot of research for this story. I've got a list of spells on my internet favorites!

I know, this is a Sirius romance. Where's Sirius, you ask? Well, he's with James, celebrating Christmas. Next thing, don't bother to look up Imperator Creatura on Google. I created the thing, and I even used a bit of Latin. Imperator Creatura means "Emperor Creature." The man that saved Shane from Tom will be explained in following chapters. Oh, and picture him looking like RDJ (for those who are total losers, Robert Downey Jr.), but with the scar. I picture Shane as Emma Roberts, with a few minor changes.

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