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Chapter One

He could not be serious.

Well… then again, maybe he wasn't serious. She had heard all her life that Dumbledore was slightly eccentric, if not deranged.

She had always respected her Transfiguration teacher. He was incredibly intelligent, exceedingly wise and she had a sneaking suspicion he had more power at Hogwarts then the Headmaster himself.

But really. She put the piece of parchment she'd just received in the form of a letter on her desk beside her.

Of course she'd heard of—but she'd never actually met—and have to sit there for hours on end with a—ugh. She pushed the word out of her mind. If she decided to accept her professor's outrageous request she'd have to leave her prejudice here in this bedroom.

If she decided to accept the request. Ha. She knew she would. Her curiosity and desire to show her loyalty to Dumbledore, and her school made the decision for her.

She took a deep breath before she sat down at her desk to write a response to her Transfiguration teacher. He had tried to make his letter sound casual enough. She wasn't fooled however, she knew that Dumbledore was pulling some serious strings to pull this off and her cooperation was crucial in his plan being successful.

Dumbledore was allowing a vampire into Hogwarts' hallowed grounds. The idea had shocked her at first. After she heard the whole story though, she wasn't entirely surprised. She admired Dumbledore for his seemingly ignorant trust in everyone. He was so full of unbias. Of course, she wasn't a prejudice person. Not at all. She was a Gryffindor after all. Still, she couldn't help her natural negative reaction to a human.. person.. a being so different to what she was accustomed.

His name was Jonathan Stoker. He was sixteen. Up until last November, he had attended Durmstrang. He had been savagely attacked by a vampiress that had mysteriously wandered upon the school grounds. This part of Dumbledore's letter had surprised her. She'd never heard of vampires being so bluntly savage. She was sure that Dumbledore was sparing her a few details.

Apparently, even parents that promoted the instruction of the Dark Arts didn't want their precious children exposed to blood thirsty vampires, so Jonathan was not permitted to continue his education at Durmstrang.

Dumbledore, hearing of this injustice, went to visit Jonathan and decided he wasn't quite soulless enough to kill all of his students and told the boy that he could finish his education at Hogwarts.

She was, of course, paraphrasing a little. Jonathan was probably completely harmless. At least, harmless enough to go to school with her and her classmates. If he was good enough for Dumbledore, she supposed he was good enough for her.

She sighed. This is where she came in. Jonathan had four and a half years of a Durmstrang education. According to Dumbledore, he was quite intelligent. But to make his transition easier (as if turning into a vampire weren't enough) Dumbledore wanted her to "tutor" him so that he was caught up on the Hogwarts curriculum and filled in with anything he might have missed at Durmstrang.

Dumbledore's one requested, whether she accepted the task or not, was to keep Jonathan's true identity a secret.

He knew I'd do it. She thought. He wouldn't have told me so much if he thought I'd turn him down.

Dumbledore trusted her. And he knew she trusted him.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

I'd be happy to help Jonathan Stoker adjust to Hogwarts and help him with his studies as much as I can.

Hope you've had a nice holiday,

Lucy Westerfeld