Harry felt as though his body was moving slowly. He was fatigued from the night. A strange dream kept him from getting a full night's sleep. It was another Voldemort dream, same as always. Except, this dream was different. There was someone else there. A woman, he couldn't make out her features. She was just a silhouette in his mind. It could have been any girl, but why was she in his dream?

Harry managed to make it to Professor's McGonagall's classroom. She was alone with another woman. The strange woman was slender, yet curvy. She wore all white: a cape, a snug blazer, slacks, and mating boots. Her light blonde hair reached down to her shoulders. Harry never saw anyone dressed like this before, except on late night TV shows. The woman must have sensed his presence because she turned her head and looked into his nervous eyes.

"Mr. Potter?" Professor McGonagall spoke in a stern voice, calling him in the room. Harry walked in cautiously. "I would like you to meet our new professor."

"She's a Professor?" Harry blinked, looking her over carefully.

"Yes." She glanced over at the woman, "This is Emma Frost, the new professor of Defense Against The Dark Arts."

"So, you're Professor Lupin's replacement, then?"

"That's correct." She gave a smile with her lips that were painted a light blue.

"I know you lot enjoyed him as a teacher, but having a werewolf around is not good for the younger students."

"I understand, Professor." Harry tried to smile at McGonagall, but he missed Lupin and Sirius. They were the closest people to his parents. He had so much to ask them, but now his questions will just have to wait.

"Mr. Potter?"

"Yes, Professor?"

"Would you be willing to show Professor Frost around? I haven't had time to acquaint her with the school and class will begin soon."

"Sure." Harry agreed even though he didn't want to. The two walked out of the room and down the hall. Harry quietly pointed out each room and hall. He tried avoiding looking at her; she had a cool air about her in the way she walked along him. The tour ended at The Great Hall. "And that's the school."

"Interesting." She continued to gaze around the hall, taking in all that she learned. "This institution is quite. . ."

"Interesting?"

"To say the least." She turned to her tour guide, thanking him by shaking his hand. "It was a pleasure meeting you; I can't wait to see you in class later today." She gripped his hand tightly, making him wince from the pressure.

"Yeah, same here professor." Harry returned back to his class and sat down. A futile act seeing how class was a few minutes from ending. Draco mouthed a snide remark in Harry's direction causing the former's minions to laugh. Harry was still too tired to really care.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked him as she turned around in her seat.

"It's nothing." Harry groaned.

"Nightmares." Ron shook his head with a sense of pride.

"Nightmares? It's been awhile since you last had one; do you want to go talk to Dumbledore about it?" She helped Harry up as a bell marked the changing of classes.

"No, I'm sure it's nothing."

"Nothing's never nothing with you." Ron smiled trying to crack a joke. This attempt failed however, causing Hermione to point out his bad grammar.

"You can't have three negative words in a sentence, it doesn't make sense."

"Who says it has to make sense to be funny?"

"I do." The two bickered like an old married couple, an act that made Harry crack a smile.

"Come on guys, we have to go to class." Harry grabbed his two comrades and walked out the room with them. He knew that he should talk to professor Dumbledore about his dream, but he really didn't want to worry about that now. All he ever wanted to be was just harry. Being a wizard is cool and all, but all this he-who-must-not-be-named stuff has started to get to Harry. Not to Emma Frost's presence. Harry couldn't place his finger on it but there was something not right about her. She stood out too much; it wasn't just the way she dressed. It was how she talked too. She spoke as if she knew everything about you.

Her being there was unsettling for poor Harry. He dreaded the idea of going to his Defense Against The Dark Arts class; he could feel in the pit of his stomach that something odd was going to happen.

The school day dragged on. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion and Harry couldn't keep his mind off Frost. He could barely remember anything his professors taught him that day. Harry just stared at his desk; it was a miracle that the professor's hadn't noticed he wasn't paying attention to their lectures.

Hermione placed a hand on Harry's shoulder which caused him to jump, "Hermione?"

"It's time for our next class, Harry." She spoke softly. "You sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, I'm just a little tired is all."

"Okay." She gave a little sigh. Harry didn't like the idea of lying to his friends, but he didn't want them worrying over nothing. He wasn't even sure why Emma Frost creeped him out so much.

The trio made it to class on time, much to Hermione's joy. Frost stood in front of the chalk board, her back to the students. Once all the seats we're filled the door slammed shut. Anomalies like this weren't unusual in Hogwarts, but Harry at least thought she'd wave a wand.

"Greetings, class." The professor spoke in a stern voice. She turned around, "My name is Emma Frost, and I'm only here by Dumbledore's request. So don't think my presence is permanent."

She glanced around the room, looking at each student carefully. "I'm sure some of you may be thinking that there's something 'not quite right about me'." She walked closer to the desks, "And you'd be right. You students, though I've been compared to a witch before, that's farthest from the truth."

Harry's eyes widened. 'Did she really just say that to the class?' The other students looked around in confusion, not sure why a muggle would be there.

"It's true, I'm what you would call a 'muggle' but we have more in common than you'd think."

"Professor?" Hermione raised her hand, inquisitive as always.

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry if this is rude, but why are you teaching us if you're not magical?"

"That's a good question. The truth is Dumbledore just wanted you to meet an ally of sorts. In some way we're in the same boat as far as 'muggles' are concerned. Though my powers are more genetic than magical."

"What do you mean?" Harry blurted out.

"I'm a mutant. I'm a normal human with an advanced X gene that gives me unusual powers."

"What kind of unusual powers?" Ron raised an eyebrow, unsure what to think.

"Different mutants have different powers. For instance, I am an omega class telepath. This means, I am one of the strongest telepaths you will ever meet."

"So you can read minds?" Draco shouted from across the room.

"Only if I wanted to." She placed her hands on her desk, "Dumbledore thought it would be a wonderful idea to do a sort of exchange program with the school I actually teach at."

"And what do we get out of it?" Draco continued.

"Extra credit, for some of you this would be needed." She glanced at Draco, "You will be staying at the Charles Xavier School for Gifted Young People; this will allow you to mingle with muggles and help form a bridge between the magic world and the muggle world."

The class was unresponsive for a few minutes until Hermione raised her hand, "I'd be glad to be a part of this."

"Well at least someone wants to be an ambassador for the common good." Frost grinned, "anyone else?" Ron and Harry raised their hands, just so Hermione wouldn't have to be alone. No one else seemed interested. "Fine. You three can leave now so you can pack. We'll be leaving this evening."

"Why this evening?" Harry questioned.

"Less people awake to notice you arrive." She quickly pushed some hair out of her face, "As for you lot, I have to double check with the headmaster to see who he wants to attend this trip." She sat down in her, "Until then began answering your study questions from chapter one to chapter twenty." She placed her index and ring fingers against her head in an attempt to establish a mental connection with the headmaster.

"Dumbledore?" Her voice echoed in her brain. She waited for his response.

"How are things going Miss Frost?" He asked politely.

"Alright, I suppose. It would be nice to have some more volunteers."

"Who do you have so far?"

"Potter, Granger, and Weasely."

"Then you can add Padma Patil, Draco Malfoy, and Pansy Parkinson to the list."

"Thank you, Dumbledore." She sighed opening her eyes, "Patil, Malfoy, and Parkinson. Congratulations, you just won a round trip to New York City." She said with a smile, "Now hurry up and get packing."