"Remus, my boy, it's good to see you again," Albus Dumbledore greeted as the werewolf walked into the office. Remus stopped as a strange smell wafted through the room. Leaning against the wall was a young man who smelled strangely like the feral werewolves Remus had met. "Remus," Albus called his attention back. "As we are running short on DADA teachers, and the new laws have lifted the ban on your species…"

"So, you want me to teach again?" Remus smiled, knowing the surprise would be just what Harry needed. He noticed the strange youth move into the light. Darkly tanned skin and thick black hair came into view. "And you are?"

"Jacob," the youth growled. "Jacob Black." Remus raised an eyebrow, thinking the youth's only similarity to Sirius was the unruly black hair. "Old man, why am I here?" He barely glanced at Remus as he stalked toward Dumbledore. "I get that you don't trust me, but to bring another werewolf in to watch me?"

"I am sorry, Mr. Black, that was not my intention," Dumbledore smiled. From across the room, Remus could see the beginnings of a plan forming in Dumbledore's mind. "Remus cannot control his transformation like you. I was hoping you could be of assistance while you are housed at Hogwarts."

"Anything to keep away from America right now," Jacob sighed. "I'll do what I can, but he doesn't smell a thing like the wolves back home."

"You can control the transformations!" Remus shouted, coming out of the shock he'd been in.

"Yeah," Jacob looked at the other werewolf strangely.

"Well, gentlemen, shall I show you to your quarters," Albus interrupted the staring contest between the two wolves.

Meanwhile, on the Hogwarts Express

Harry Potter sat alone in one of the compartments, wishing the prefect meeting would end soon. Ron and Hermione had promised to return as soon as their rounds where over. Harry was half-asleep when he heard soft voices in the corridor. "But it's the last compartment open," the female voice insisted. "And I refuse to go back to that…serpent den."

"I agree," a lower, male voice answered. "You should have heard what they were thinking." Harry knew instantly that they were referring to the Slytherin compartment a few doors down. "But I don't think now is the time to introduce…"

"Hi," a short, black haired girl opened the door to Harry's compartment. "I'm Alice Cullen." She seemed to dance into the compartment, her Hogwarts robes floating around her. "And you're Harry Potter. I see us being good friends."

"Uh…hi," Harry managed to say as the girl glided into the seat opposite him. Harry glanced at the door where several other people stood waiting. Alice gestured them forward and they each took seats inside the compartment. One, a blonde girl, who looked like she belonged in the Malfoy family, stood outside the door.

"I'll keep watch. If what Edward said is true, those snakes will be back," she smirked. The largest male smirked and stood, joining her in the doorframe. Harry thought even Crabbe and Goyle would feel intimidated by the boy. The blonde blew them a kiss before closing the door behind them.

"Okay…" Harry turned to the others. A blonde haired boy sat beside Alice, and Harry thought he looked slightly pained. Beside him, a long haired girl was leaning against the last one to enter, a bronze-haired boy who met Harry's eyes with his own golden ones. "I've never seen any of you at Hogwarts."

"We're exchange students…from America," the blonde boy spoke up, a slight drawl to his voice.

"Oh, drop the act, Jasper. Alice broke cover by introducing us," the bronze-haired boy sighed. "Besides, Rosalie, Emmett, and Bella would be too old to attend this school."

"Thanks for pointing out I'm old, Edward. I feel so loved," the long-haired girl said, hitting him lightly on the shoulder. Edward leaned forward and kissed her nose, whispering something that made her giggle.

"So, I know I'm famous here, but why did she know my name?" Harry interrupted. "And what did you mean 'act'?"

"Well, you're headmaster, Dumbledore, was once friends with our adoptive father, Carlisle. When we were searching for a new home, Dumbledore contacted us and asked if we would come help out with Voldemort, was it?" Edward sighed. "In addition, Alice saw a huge problem with some local vampire clans. So…here we are."

"You're ability to summarize never ceases to amaze me, Edward," Alice sighed when she noticed the blank look on Harry's face. "What my brother meant to say is that we are here to help you defeat Voldemort by taking care of the newborn vampires being created. Also, because of Edward's personal abilities, he'll be helping you to shield yourself from those dreams."

"Why would newborn vampires be…a problem?" Harry asked. Edward was beginning to see why the boy needed their help.

"Newborns are uncontrollable in their need for blood. I've seen them rip apart towns, slaughter hundreds in their thirst," Jasper spoke up. "But we have experience in fighting them." Harry sighed, wishing just once his school year would be normal. Just then, a noise outside the door had him jumping to his feet, grabbing his wand.

Edward sighed and got up, followed by Bella. "Rose, do you mind keeping it down? I understand the comment about looking like his mother ticked you off, but no leaving lasting bruises." He opened the door and Harry saw Malfoy's panicked face over Rosalie's shoulder. Emmett was standing beside them, nudging Crabbe's unconscious form with his boot.

"Potter, call off your dogs. I know this is your doing. You just wait till my father hears about…" Malfoy stopped short when Rosalie smirked tossed him onto the ground.

"Your mother doesn't hold a candle to me, brat," Rosalie hissed, leaning over him. She stepped inside the compartment and flounced into a seat where Emmett joined her.

"I suggest you go back to your compartment, Malfoy. She still looks ready to kill you," Harry snickered. Malfoy glared and picked himself up, kicking Crabbe awake before stalking off to his compartment. He pushed past Ron and Hermione as they ended their rounds.

"Harry, what did Malfoy want?" Hermione asked, glancing at the struggling Crabbe.

"Maybe we should explain," Bella spoke up as she ushered them back into the compartment.

Later, at the sorting

"First, I would like to welcome back Prof. Lupin as our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Albus turned to Remus. "And helping him this year will be Mr. Jacob Black."

"Jacob?" Bella hissed. "Why is he here? And why isn't Renesmee with him?"

"Because she finally dumped the wolf," Edward sighed. "But you know Renesmee, she'll regret it soon and call him. Still, it seems she got fed up with his constant attention again and ran off."

"That's your daughter," Emmett laughed. "Just like her father." If Edward been able to, he would have blushed.

"…and now I would like to introduce some exchange students from America," Dumbledore went one. "If you would all step forward, we'll get you sorted."

As Edward stepped into the light, a shout caught him off guard. He caught the image of a boy, now dead, who looked like him if you squinted the right way. A girl ran forward and stared at him, tears running down her face. "Cedric?" she whispered.

"I'm sorry?" Edward asked. The girl, whose thoughts kept returning to the dead boy, reached up to touch his face. He dodged, quickly turning back to the Bella. "I don't think I'm the one you want. My name is Edward." Jasper winced as the girl's painful emotions washed over them.

Rosalie was the first, though, from her expression, she didn't want the musty old hat touching her perfect hair. When it shouted "Slytherin" while inches from her head, she smirked, going over to sit next to Malfoy. Edward could hear her plans to torture the rest of her house. He could also hear the theories forming that she was his long lost sister. Alice danced forward and seemed to be swallowed by the large hat. It shouted "Ravenclaw" and she quickly disappeared to her table.

Bella and Edward were quickly sorted into Gryffindor, taking up the empty seats near Harry and his friends. Emmett soon stood around a throng of curious Hufflepuffs, wondering how he'd ended up in that house. Jasper silently rejoiced that he joined Alice in Ravenclaw. As Dumbledore's speech went on, Edward listened in as his siblings went over a mental list of suspicious characters and memorized the faces.

"Hey, Edward, why is that Jacob kid glaring at you?" Harry asked suddenly. Edward turned his attention away from his siblings to focus on the angered werewolf. He heard Jacob's ramblings about how unfair it was that Edward got the love of his life while Jacob's imprinted mate kept running off.

"It's a long story," Edward sighed. "I'm sure you'll hear both sides of it."

Later, outside Hogwarts

"…and you're sure this will stop their magic?" Voldemort glanced at the potion in his hand. The silver-haired man beside him laughed darkly, causing several of the cloaked figures behind him to chuckle.

"I assure you, it is the best," the man said. "Now, about your promises…"

"Yes, we'll take those…creatures into battle with us," Voldemort stared at the dark, antennae'd creatures that surrounded the silver-haired man. "And you swear they won't attack my men?"

"Unless you turn your back on us, your men are not in danger," the other answered.

"Interesting," Voldemort hissed. He held up the vial and turned his red eyes to his followers. "Malfoy, see to it your son get this potion into the castle's food supply. I don't care how he does it, but if he fails…" He left the threat hanging in the air. Malfoy nodded silently and pocketed the vial. "We will talk again, Mister…"

"Please, just call me Xemnas," the other smiled, his eyes flashing yellow beneath his hood.