I stared blankly at the walls of the potions dungeon as Professor Snape taught the class how to make a potion that would ward off vampires. I vaguely wished I had taken the pass offered to me by Dumbledore so that I wouldn't have to be in this class today. The scent of garlic coming from the cauldrons around me was making my head spin.

But, no. I didn't want to be special. I wanted to be normal. I sighed loudly, wishing that the bell would hurry up and ring.

I looked up and noticed that Snape had stopped teaching and was now moving towards me. "Is there a problem Miss Black?" He asked. I could hear the slight indrawn breath of my fellow Ravenclaws. They were hoping I wouldn't get any more points docked from our house.

"No." I replied innocently. "I just don't feel very well."

"Well then," Snape drawled unpleasantly, "I suppose you had better go to the hospital wing before you get sick in my classroom. But I do expect you to be in detention with me tomorrow morning at precisely six thirty. If you aren't here at that time, I will deduct fifty points from your house."

The breath my fellow Ravenclaws was released in a quet sigh of relief.

"Yes sir." I replied, picking up my black messenger bag glancing up at the front of the room. "And, um, you might want to turn down the heat under your cauldron. Your potion is getting ready to explode, which would be a bad thing."

"Ten points from Ravenclaw for your smart mouth Miss Black. And make it five thirty instead of six." Snape snapped.

The Ravenclaws groaned in annoyance, as the Slytherin's laughed uproariously.

I shot them a glare, causing all of them to fall silent.

As I passed in front of the class I saw my best friend, a tall, dark haired girl with baby doll bangs, hazel eyes rimmed in black, and a smirk on her face.

"Nice one Rayne." She whispered. "Now you're a total bitch."

"Thanks." I replied, grinning as I walked out.

Once outside the classroom my senses cleared and I could breathe without difficulty again.

I made my way to the Ravenclaw common room, where I immediatly sat down in front of the fire, staring at the flames as if they held something that I couldn't reach.

It frustrated me to no end that I couldn't feel as a human would feel. That I was being forced to come to this stupid school by my mother and father, the king and queen of my people.

And to make things worse, I would now have to endure three hours of agony at the hands of Severus Snape, the most hated teacher in the school.

Sometimes I really hate being what I am. But on other days I love it.

I am a fourteen year old vampire, going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm the princess of my people. My best friend is a fairy whose name is Raye, and to top it all off, I'm supposed to be a witch.

Could my day possibly get any worse than it already is?