Disclaimer- If you sue me, you'll be sorry. Why? Because…um, I'll do something…really…bad!

A/N- I haven't even finished my Dark Angel fan fiction yet, and I'm already beginning another fan fiction. Please, give me a chance, and r/r. I have some music that you might want to listen to, to get into 'the mood' of the story.

Oh, and this story may not appeal to you if you do not daydream. I am putting one of my Matrix-y like daydreams into Harry Potter. I think I'm representing the minorities in this…tell me what you think.

Music-

Alizee- Lui ou Toi, Abracadabra, and Gourmandises

Bond- Winter

"A new teacher?"

"Yes, she came highly recommended."

"Who can recommend that has better judgment than you?"

"I'm flattered."

"Professor…"

"The Ministry. The whole Ministry."

When Professor McGonagall did not reply, Dumbledore assumed she was, once again, thinking of another excuse to not accept another new teacher into Hogwarts. "Professor Dumbledore, what made them recommend her?" McGonagall asked, deep in thought.

"Well, a number of reasons. She is strong, superhuman, you might say. She is honest, and fair. She is strict, but a genius. They say she might be competition to me. If I may say so myself, " Dumbledore added hastily.

"She?"

Dumbledore glanced at the length of parchment in front of him, "Yes. Her name is Cora Rune." Professor McGonagall fell out of her chair.

"Cora Rune! You cannot hire her! She isn't…she isn't human!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, rather hysterically.

Professor Dumbledore sighed and removed his glasses, only to put them back on a second later. "My dear Professor, you have nothing to worry about. We hired Remus Lupin without a problem, didn't we?"

"But Professor, he was a werewolf, with the Wolfsbane potion. She's a vampire! How on earth will she keep under control!?"

"A problem that will be solved Minerva. A problem that will be solved…"

She moved. Glided. She glided across the ground. Her dress, too long for her slender body, trailing across the snow. The white, white snow. Winter. Her dress was black, with the exception of the white tie used to keep her corset tied tight. But she did not need it. She was so beautiful, so thin. His arms would wrap around her, so tight. Her eyes were blue, maybe white. They might have been both. Like ice. So cold. So striking. A frozen dream. She was that. Her skin was so pale. Like the snow. Un-human. It was chillingly white. Against the black dress, and her ebony hair, plaited messily, it looked whiter than it was. He would run to her.  He would pull the pin out of her hair. The pin that bound her to another man. Her hair. So beautiful, so soft. So long. To her waist. Not uncommon for women of the day, but hers was always the center of attention. Many a man would die to separate from their wives, just for one touch of her skin. But the man who had captured her, who would marry her, was nothing like the man she met. In the forest, under the stars, they would meet. He wanted her, forever.

Forever.

Her hair, whipping across her face from the breeze that was coming from across the moor. Her eyes, which never left his. Even while he removed the shawl that covered her shoulders and chest. His hand, caressing her thick hair, moved to cup her face in his palms. He bent down, to kiss her. She breathed softly, and let her arms stay at her sides, as he brushed her lips with his own. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, and she would let him, her thin, dark eyebrows pushing near each other in a confused frenzy. He will share with her all the secrets of his heart, during these moments. But now was different. He was not speaking. She was confused. Hurt maybe? No, he spoke. He is telling her something. "If I cannot have you, then no man will…"

Cora pulled away, confused. "What do you mean?"

"You are a witch, are you not?" Samuel asked, calmly.

Cora widened her eyes, shocked, "No…you must not tell! I will be burned!"

Samuel laughed, "I will not tell, but come here, for one last kiss…"

Cora was confused. But what reason could she see not to kiss him? She started forward, but Samuel grabbed her small waist, and pulled her to him, her chest pushed tightly against his. He lifted her up. So easy, so easy, she was light. Like a bird. Cora shut her eyes in a moan as he kissed her bosom. He put her down, to feel her waist, her chest, both through the corset that separated his self from her. The top of her breasts pushed out from her dress, and those he kissed, gently. Before.

Before.

Cora opened her mouth widely, to reveal her perfect teeth, to scream. But no sound came out. No noise. Just a whimper as she dropped into the snow. Her red, red blood, seeping into the snow. Her eyes, opened in terror. Samuel stood above her. I should have drunk from her. But he could not. He wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve. He retracted his fangs, which were red with her blood. So sweet, so sweet. She would be no one's now. No one would touch a vampire. She will live forever. Only to be alone, with no one. Because she had betrayed him. He will let her be strong. So strong, and more beautiful than even now. She would be the forbidden fruit.

And no one would touch her.

A/N- What do you think so far? That whole section in Italics is leading up to the second chapter, where you will meet the infamous Cora. I hope I described her as well as my dreams. I'm not a lesbian, but I do appreciate beauty, and her whole character depends on it. Not to be superficial. Hey, at least I didn't make her Chinese, lol. r/r please. Suggest a change, I don't mind. Please don't flame though.