Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but the idea for this story along with anything you do not recognize from the books does belong to me.

A/N: I realize that the whole vampire at Hogwarts thing has been done, but have you ever noticed that the vampire wants to go and is at the center of everything? They're either automatically in Gryffindor and are best friends with Harry, or they are out to get Harry and still end up being the center of everything. This fic is different. MY character does not want to be there, and is not one of Harry's closest friends, neither are they enemies, and my character is more on the fringes of all the events, not really a part of every little thing, as well as some important things. She has her own storyline, though I did borrow heavily from the book at some parts. I you don't like this, then don't read this story. It's not my problem. This takes place during the fourth book, Goblet of Fire. I'll stop my babbling now and let you get on with the story.

Of Blood and Magic

Chapter 1: Hunger

She wasn't beautiful.

With her long straight brown hair that was dyed with streaks of black and red and slim figure she was pretty. But neither that or her deathly pale skin was what caused boys' heads to turn for a second look. There was an aurora of mystery and just barely restrained power about her that was only enhanced by her strangely compelling brown eyes that had a faint reddish tint.

At the moment she was lounging sullenly in one of the compartments of the Hogwarts express. The clatter and racket of students boarding the train, saying farewell to loved ones, and greeting friends drifted through the half open door, but it did not touch her. She was lost in memories.

"You are going to Hogwarts, Tevelle, no more arguments. I have already made all the necessary arrangements with Headmaster Dumbledore." Xeven told her sternly, his dark hair and dark probing eyes serving to make him appear even paler that he was.

"Why? Do I make a bad student?" She had whined.

"No, of course not. You have simply advanced beyond my ability to teach."

"But you are one of the most powerful at wielding wandless magic!"

"It is not the wandless magic of our kind you must learn, but that of using a wand."

In the end it was Xeven who had gotten his way. There had never really been any chance that he would relent, but she had needed to try. Now she was on the train, waiting for people to realize what she was and cast her away in fear and mistrust. Perhaps it was a good thing there were no teachers on the train. None of these students were adept enough in magic to truly recognize what her white skin signified.

A thirst, or was hunger a better word? gnawed at her insides. Just a little longer until the welcome feast, she had told herself, just a little longer. She deftly unwrapped a small red candy and popped it into her mouth. Letting the flavor melt on her tongue, she allowed herself to relax slightly. The hunger lessened a little, but she would have to be careful lest her inner beast reveal itself.

The compartment door slid completely open and a girl with bushy brown hair poked her head in.

"Do you mind if my friends and I join you? There's nowhere else."

Tevelle considered refusing, but didn't want to appear rude. Reluctantly, she gestured to the empty seats, wordlessly allowing them to sit. The brown haired girl smiled in thanks and was followed in by a tall red haired boy and a dark haired boy with startling green eyes. She didn't need to see the lightning scar to know who he was. He had been touched by death as well and had overcome it, yet in turn, death had left it's mark on him. Tevelle winced at uncomfortable memories. Luckily, the three had been stowing away their trunks and had not seen.

When they had all sat, the girl turned to Tevelle. "I'm Hermione Granger." She said.

"Ron Weasley."

"Harry Potter."

She nodded to each of them, making sure she gave no special attention to Harry. She too knew what it felt like to be singled out.

"Tevelle."

"Sorry, but are you new?"

"Yes."

"But aren't you a little old to just be starting. You're old enough to be in our year." Ron blurted. Hermione shot him an annoyed look that had no impact.

"Yes, I am old enough to be in you year, and probably will be once I'm sorted into my house."

The three accepted this and settled into a slightly uncomfortable silence. With nothing to talk about, Tevelle took a sketch pad and graphite stick out of her bag and began sketching the white owl that was snoozing in it's cage. Soon she became so absorbed in her work that she had not noticed several boys who had barged in.

"What's this?" the blond boy who was clearly the leader of the gang asked smugly as he snatched the pad from her limp fingers.

What a stupid question, she thought. It was quite obviously a drawing of the owl who had fixed the boy with an indignant gaze. Tevelle felt some satisfaction when she sensed how impressed he was with her skill. Resisting a smug smile, she closed off her non-human instincts that allowed her to sense his emotions.

"Give that back, Malfoy." Harry growled. Clearly these two had a longstanding mutual hatred, or at least a strong dislike.

Malfoy did not respond to Harry, but continued to study the drawing and then Tevelle herself.

"Who are you anyway? I hope you're no a mudblood, one is to many in here already."He sneered with a meaningful glance at Hermione whose scowl only deepened, her hand tightening on her wand.

"That is a rude word. Now could you give me back my sketchbook?" Tevelle gave him a small smile, revealing slightly pointed teeth.

Malfoy frowned, then after tearing out the page with the drawing and pocketing it, he threw the book at her and strode purposefully out the door followed closely by his cronies.

"Sorry about your drawing." Ron apologized.

"Don't worry. That wasn't my best and I was done anyway." Tevelle hadn't exactly told the complete truth. She had finished, but it was far from her worst drawing. She had actually been quite proud of how she had shaded the bird's feathers to make them appear real. She didn't want Ron to feel any guiltier over anything he couldn't control. If she had wanted, she could have retrieved the drawing with her magic that Xeven had taught her that required no words or wand, but it wasn't worth it and would only cause more questions.

The rest of the ride passed rather uneventfully. Tevelle drew several landscapes of the scenery flashing by outside the train. A normal human would not be able to work that fast, but with her enhanced eyesight and speed, Tevelle was able to do an adequate job at rendering the rolling hills and forests. If the other three noticed how quickly her hand moved, they did not comment. They were supposed to be wizards after all.

When the train finally came to a halt, Tevelle truly became anxious. The students would discover her secret before long. The teachers had been told of her so they would not panic at her arrival, but she was sure many of them would judge her harshly because of what she was. Such treatment by normally kind teachers would mark her out as clearly as shouting. Tevelle swallowed her trepidation and picking up her bags, she followed the three friends out into the stormy night.

A small sigh escaped her as the cold wind whipped back her hair and robes. It was night, and only night, when she was truly comfortable, It would take only a thought to blend in with the shadows and slip away unseen. Her pupils dilated until her iris was almost flooded with black and only a faint brown rim showed. The world suddenly brightened until she could see as clearly as if it were day. The pulse of those around her thudded in her ears, each heartbeat amplified. The hunger stirred like a serpent in her gut and Tevelle frantically pushed away her non-human self. Just a little longer till the feast, just a little longer.

A wicker caught her attention and she walked over to where the carriages waited. She smiled when she saw that it was a thestral that pulled each one. The foremost thestral strained against its harness and beat its wings as if to fly to her. Moving swiftly, Tevelle laid a hand on the neck of the flying horse so it would no injure itself and the thestral immediately calmed under her touch. She murmured softly as it nuzzled her shoulder.

"I need to go with the first years and get sorted, but I will come and see you when I can," Tevelle whispered in a black ear. The thestral snorted softly in agreement. After one more affectionate pat, Tevelle followed the loud voice that was shouting. "Firs' Years this way! Firs' Years this way!"

Hagrid's face went blank as soon as he saw her approach. Tevelle's heart fell. Of all the teachers, she had expected him, as a half giant, to be more accepting. She had misjudged him. He was as cold as everyone would be once her secret became common knowledge. Tevelle returned his blank gaze with an overly cheerful and bright smile. Let him feel guilty, he deserved it. He had no right to treat her more coldly than the other students, he didn't even know her.

"One cannot judge what one does not know," she quoted to him acidly, but his blank demeanor did not change.

The boat ride to the castle was nothing if not wet. One boy fell into the lake and was pushed back into the boat by something in the water. Tevelle dipped her hand into the black water, her fingertips brushing a slimy smooth tentacle. She thanked the giant squid silently with a pat.

By the time they reached the opposite shore, all of them were as wet as the boy who had fallen into the lake. The windows of the castle flickered with friendly light, a beacon in the stormy night as they walked across the grounds. The first years were silent in awe at the great battlements and tall towers. Tevelle wasn't so impressed. Castle Dracula was a far more impressive sight and had more historic meaning to her.

The great doors swung open and Tevelle blinked owlishly in the bright light. She could feel the pupils of her eyes shrink to mere pinpricks of black. The warmth hit her like a wall as behind them the doors closed with yet another loud boom. The boy who had fallen in the lake shivered with excitement under the huge moleskin coat Hagrid had given him. The look on his face was mirrored by many of the first years.

Hagrid left them to take his seat in the great hall. Tevelle took the short time that they were unattended by a teacher to explore the entrance hall with her eyes. Up, hiding in a dark corner of the ceiling was a sulking poltergeist. Peeves, that was his name. What had made him so sullen. As if in answer, Professor McGonagall arrived to retrieve them for the Sorting. Her hair was pulled back into a severe bun, her lips set in an equally severe line, and her impeccable emerald robes rustled softly with every purposeful stride. Peeves shot her an angry look. No doubt the stern professor had ordered him to stop any mischief he had been causing among the older students.

"Follow me." Was all she said and follow her they did.

Students stared as they passed, probably wondering why someone who was old enough to be a Fourth Year had entered with the little First Years, apparently to be sorted. Well, let them wonder, it didn't really matter to Tevelle what they thought.

Everyone waited expectantly for the old tattered wizards hat that sat on a stingle stool at the front of the hall where everyone could see clearly. A tear along the brim opened up and the sorting hat began to sing.

A thousand years or more ago,

When I was newly sewn...

Tevelle stopped listening, lost in her own thoughts. What house would she be put in? Would the sorting hat put her in Slytherin just because of what she was. Was the hat even capable of such prejudice? Would it even be able to read her through her mind's natural barriers?

McGonagall's crisp voice jerked her out of her thoughts. Tevelle blinked in surprise. Had the Sorting begun?

"Nightshade, Tevelle." McGonagall repeated, a trifle impatiently.

tentatively, Tevelle walked forward, all eyes in the hall intent on her. She gulped nervously and placed the enchanted hat on her head.

Oh, so it's you. Figures with a name like that. The hat said in her mind, slightly muffled through the barrier around her mind that she had not been able to lower.

Please, not Slytherin. She thought back at it. Had it even heard her? Did it even care what she wanted?

I know. I don't even know why the headmaster allowed you into the school, but surely he has his reasons. Still, there is only one place where your kind belongs besides Azkaban.

Tevelle flinched, but it was not a complete surprise that this was how a wizard made object thought.

Not Slytherin, please.

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat shouted aloud.

Her heart dropped and depression threatened to overwhelm her, but it was soon drowned out by anger. How dare the sorting hat put her in Slytherin. He had no right to assume like that. Seething with fury, Tevelle whipped the sorting hat off her head and dropped it roughly down on the stool. She was deaf to the Slytherin's cheers as she stalked to her seat. It was yet another disappointment when she found herself seated directly across from that despicable Malfoy boy who had stolen her drawing. The rest of the sorting passed by quickly. Tevelle was vaguely aware of Dumbledore saying "Tuck in" before the tables were suddenly covered with platter after platter of food that had appeared magically.

Tevelle took a gulp of he smooth red liquid in her goblet and the hunger that had been gnawing unbearably at her insides was finally satisfied. She wondered what the other students would think if they knew it was not pumpkin juice she was drinking.

A/N: Umm, that's the first chapter. Tell me what you think. Just click the little blue button that says REVIEW. Pleeeease!