Diclaimer: I am not JKR and do not own Harry Potter.


Chapter One - Decisions

Bree Roberts sat anxiously in Dumbledore's office. She ran a hand through her long glistening blonde hair, she was very nervous. She had arrived at Hogwarts earlier than the other students because of her special circumstances. On the walls around her portraits eyed her with suspicion and mumbled to themselves. The widows were covered with thick heavy curtains. Albus Dumbledore arrived and silenced the pictures with a look, he turned his gaze to the small eleven year sat by his desk.

"Miss Roberts, I presume?"

The girl jumped, her chocolate brown eyes looked startled. Her mother had been called into work at St. Mungo's after an emergency leaving Bree to ride the Knight Bus alone. She was scared.

"Yes, Mr. Dumbledoe, that's me." She squeaked.

"Hmm," He looked her up and down and then sat behind his desk, "You can't tell that you're…" He looked thoughtful, "No, I think it should be safe for the students." He nodded and Bree felt instantly grateful, one of the paintings gasped!

"You can't be serious! She's a danger to us all!" The man in the painting trembled fiercely knocking over a bowl of fruit that was painted next to him. Bree eyes filled with tears, she should have known she would never be excepted. What she was could never be let into the school. Bree Iris Roberts was half vampire! This meant she could not eat garlic and got blood lust if she didn't have some blood every day. The blood lust could make her very vicious and she would attack people and even animals to get her fix. It was dangerous for her to be in direct sunlight but as she was only a half vampire she was fine as long as she was covered up. This was the reason she always carried a parasol with her to keep her in the shade. The parasol she had with her was her favourite, her mother had got it from Japan, it was a very bright blue and decorated with small, delicate flowers.

Dumbledore looked towards the painting that had made the outburst, "She is harmless, Fingwick. Hagrid will be in charge of capturing small creatures to drain for blood and Professor Snape has been working towards creating a potion that can replicate blood so vampires do not need to hunt."

The painting the Professor called Fingwick did not look convinced. "Albus parents must be informed. In my day-"

"I don't want to be a trouble." Bree said quietly looking down at her lap, a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Nonsense. You have the right to be educated! All the Professors agree. I have never been one to turn away students because of who or what their family is. Would you like some tea Miss Roberts?"

Bree nodded and Albus left the room for a while. She was thankful for the time alone, she pulled a white silk handkerchief from her pockets and dried her eyes. Fingwick was pacing in his frame glaring at her and mumbling to him, "None of this in my day, oh no. Vampires." He shook his head and muttered something about keeping Holy Water close to him.

These kinds of reactions were why Bree kept her Vampire secret hidden, although she had gotten used to remarks like these they still made her heart ache. Her mother had always explained that acceptance would be hard to achieve and that people had images of Dracula. It had been Bree's father that was a vampire. Quillan Wilmer DeHart was his name, his tall and slender body attracted many women and his dark soulful eyes could make any woman lust after him. Bree's mother, Nora, had been one of those women. Bree had never met him but Nora had told her the story of when they met many times, although she left out the time that Quillan had drank from her and left her for dead on a boat to France.

Dumbledore came back carrying two steaming mugs of tea he handed one to her and then sat back behind his desk, "Now Bree I think we have some important matters to discuss. It is of the utmost importance that no one discovers your secret. You have to swear to me you won't tell anyone!"
"I swear." Bree said solemnly.

"Your teachers will tell you where you can sit without the danger of being exposed to sunlight and I have constructed a tunnel that will take you to the Greenhouses on particularly bright days. You will visit Madam Pomfrey everyday at six-thirty to receive your blood supplements."

Bree nodded. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and Bree felt herself smile. Dumbledore rose from his seat and handed Bree her parasol, "I must say your parasol is very stylish…I should get one." Dumbledore walked her out of Hogwarts and waited until she was safely on the Knight Bus. Bree was heading home, tomorrow she would go to Diagon Alley and unbeknownst to her she would meet her soul mate.


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