"She will have to be detained from the the public for a few months. . . however I believe she will have a semi-normal life", the doctor conversed with my parents in a room next to my hospital room. They thought I couldn't hear through the door, but my seven year old self had other plans. Despite the injuries I had obtained only recently, I was able to get out of the bed and cross the room. Presently pushed up against the metal door separating us, I heard their entire conversation.

The words, 'donor', and 'differences', rang in my head. When they came back into the room, I was back in my bed, resting peacefully. That was the beginning of my new life.

Now I stood in front of my parents and Albus Dumbledore himself. The old wizard was definitely misplaced in our ordinary house. His bright purple robes contrasted hugely with the oriental rug and brown armchair he sat in. Though he seemed kindly, his crooked nose and half moon glasses gave him the impression of a favored grandfather, however I was still afraid of the offer he was giving.

'She needs to be around people her age, I hope they agree for her sake', the man's thoughts flowed through my mind like water. Telepathy was a small ability for my kind, and I wielded it with caution, but I was desperately wondering what my options were.

My parents, their faces smiling at me, where conversing with him about my invitation to the wizarding school, Hogwarts School of WitchCraft and Wizardry. Those words the doctor said resonated in my head as I listened to what they were saying. What would the parents of the other students think if they knew what was walking amongst their children?

"As you know, the new advances in potion-making have made it possible to tame werewolves at a full moon", Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling behind his spectacles, "And I am pleased to say that we have been able to find a potion to substitute for Helena's condition", I flinched at his choice of words.

I could have cared less if he just said it, vampire. Lamia. Wampir. Languages around the world thought of my kind with disgust. And fear.

And they had good reason to, when I was in a blood lust, I could kill a human easily. Dumbledore continued to inform us of this new potion. Apparently it was an extract of garlic and rabbit's blood called Draculin. I decided not to comment on the obvious source of the naming and continued listening.

"She would have to start in the fourth year, her teachings at home have shown that she is a talented witch, and she should be able to keep up with the other students in her year", I nodded, a small grin on my face at the praise. "Madame Pompfrey and Professor Snape are willing to help Helena, she will get doses of the potion every morning and night", he ended, his eyes twinkling reassuringly. My parents look at each other grinning, and then they looked to me for my opinion on the subject.

"Please agree to it darling, it would be the best thing for you, plus you would have the chance to make friends", my mother told me, knowing fully well that I could hear her thoughts. She had her red curly hair up in a tie, a few of the copper bangs falling to the sides of her face, framing it beautifully, while her blue eyes flashed maternally as she looked at me. I had always wanted to to look like her, unfortunately I had inherited my father's dark brown hair and hazel eyes. It made him look dashing and handsome, but they made me look even more dark and dangerous than I already was. Almost like I had called his name, father's thoughts chimed in right after her's.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, but it's an opportunity to think about", he said wisely. They both had given their time to teach me my wizard schooling when I had bought my first wand, my mother teaching me household spells and potions, while my father taught me how to defend myself. Wasn't it about time that I left them to their own lives, after all I was almost an adult, I needed to get out into the world.

I bit my lip, feeling my pointed teeth jab into the soft flesh, before finally smiling back at them. If they wanted me to try going to a school, then I would do it for them. My father turned back to Dumbledore, the old wizard had watched our mental conversation with knowing eyes.

"I think that's a yes, we would be willing to let Helena attend Hogwarts", my father said, giving Dumbledore a grateful nod. The old wizard smiled, standing up, "Then I will send an owl with her list of supplies, the start of school will be August 29th, at 9 3/4 platform at King's Cross", he paused before turning to me. "I look forward to having you as a pupil Miss Rosene", he smiled before taking his leave and apparating out of the house.

I turned to my parents with a smile, feeling cheerful all of a sudden, perhaps this was going to be a better experience than I had originally thought.