Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter so you can take your law suite and shove it up your monkeys.

A/N: This fic is a bit different from my others, it seems when this idea came to me I was trying to be as original as possible. There aren't may spoilers in here and there are a few things to please my straight readers even though someone started theis crazy rumor about straight girls liking gay men sex...I wonder where they got that idea...

Here it is, I hope you enjoy it biting lip nervously

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Chapter One: Appearances

She walked into the room, the slow, throbbing music adding to her already extravagant sensuality. Her black, long, transparent cape floated around her as she came to a graceful stop. Her long, black hair was pulled into a bun at the top; the back let down over her shoulders and a long, curled piece of hair swirled over her right eye. Her pale lips a light blue, deathlike in their color folded upward into a smirk producing a white fang from her mouth. Those that looked on, though, did not notice, only concerned with the black, silk, see-through long, tight dress that barely covered her; black bra and thong clearly visible though the bottom of her dress was darker to keep some, though not much, of her modesty. Her eyes were lidded in a sensual way, hands folded elegantly onto her lap when she moved to a chair in the corner of the already dark room. Her pale face, hands, and seemingly body holding a supernatural air as she seemed to be waiting on someone.

"Do you know her?" Harry asked Ron who stood in the middle of the dance floor, transfixed, along with his dance partners Hermoine and Harry, including the rest of the room. The heart throbbing music came to a slow stop, as if death overtook the music as well as the movement in the room. She looked up then, slit eyes receiving a gasp from the crowd and her face broke into a small grin, as if happy to see someone, though conservative. She rose, and the room gaped farther at her petite, small size, reaching no more than four foot five.

"It took you long enough," she stated, voice elegant, smooth and deep, almost seductive. Remus Lupin stepped from the crowd of people, arms out at her and a huge smile on his face.

"I got caught up with Snuffles," he pouted when she stayed where she was.

"Like always..." she mumbled, jumping into his arms and beginning to squeeze the life from him. The room gasped once more and the dark music atmosphere completely disappeared to be replaced by shock and the light turning on. The girl in Remus' arms hissed sharply at the bright light, burying her face into his arm desperately. When he heard her let out a small whimper because of the change of light, he looked around angrily, this was a no- light dance for Halloween so why in all hell was the light on?

"It's alright, it's just the light bulb," Remus told her, ignoring wide- eyes and stares sent his way. Harry looked like he was about to faint, mouth basically touching the floor, his position not so different from Hermoine and Ron's. She moved her face slowly from his arms, allowing her sharp eyes to adjust to the light then glared up at him. "What?" He asked innocently and she huffed loudly, pushing him away, flustered.

"Damn humans," she muttered, crossing her arms and waiting for an embarrassed Remus Lupin to realize she was waiting for him so they could leave.

"Humans?" Remus asked as they made their way out, a finger on his chin thoughtfully. The room remained silent after they had left before the lights flicked off and the room slowly began to dance to the rhythmic heartbeat of the fast pace melody, much faster than before the girl had entered.

In Professor Remus Lupin's room...

She sat down on a chair across from Lupin and Black, eyes dancing mischievously as they always had when she was around the two. They seemed fidgety, almost nervous.

"Well, nice to see the two of you as well," she muttered, sighing and crossing her arms over her chest in a Snape-like manner, "just because you know who my uncle is does not change the fact that you are my godfather, Moony. Do you love me less?" Her voice was cool; no emotion behind it as it always was, though underlined with hurt, as it always had been if she felt such. Remus jumped up, enveloping her in a hug.

"Of course not, Secret, you know we will always love you, no matter what!" Remus exclaimed, making her flinch at the loud sound in her sensitive ears. Sirius stood as well, coming over to her and hugging her, the two large men (compared to her) squishing her small form.

"Ok, I may not need air but it does hurt," she squeaked from between them. They both laughed nervously, slowly releasing her and moving away from their kneeling positions, taking a seat on their leather coach. She stood, nodding at them, as she always had before she went to bed.

"Long day tomorrow, try to rest, as hard as that may be," Black told her and she sent a small smile their way, small but warm. The two stayed in silence for a moment.

"It's going to be hard for her," Remus sighed, laying his head on Sirius' lap. The animistic stroked his hair absently, seemingly transfixed by the long hair.

"I know, we only caught a glimpse of what it's like to be shunned because of who we are but..." he let the sentence hang as he felt Remus cuddle farther into his lap. He knew it was the wrong time but his damn testosterone was demanding some attention as he began to...stand at attention.

"Sirius," Remus said scornfully, a smile on his face.

"Sorry, Moony," he blushed, closing his eyes and willing it away. Remus sighed, sitting up and leaning over, brushing his lips over Sirius' ear...

The next morning...

She awoke to the sun beaming on her face and she gasped, jumping from her bed with the sheet wrapped around her almost naked body and into a dark corner.

"Moony!" she shrieked, trembling as she shrunk to the floor. Remus came bursting in the room, fangs produced and face fixed in a snarl, looking around the room in nothing but his boxers. He saw the open shades and sighed, face falling to relieved. He quickly closed the curtains, looking around for his goddaughter.

"You alright, Secret?" He asked her, kneeling in front of her shadowed form that just happened to be trembling uncontrollably. He enveloped her in a hug when her face showed that she had recognized him, hugging her to his chest. She nodded against him, her shaking subsiding.

"I had thought I was with my parents again," she told him, voice soft and weak, taking full advantage of his comfort and wrapping her arms tightly around his torso.

"Shhh, they're gone now, no worries," he told her, rocking them both back and forth and taking a seat on her black silk bed, noting that she probably changed the color and texture to her liking, and also noting the black and blue of the rest of the room. She nodded, eyes closed lightly as she drifted back off. "Oh no you don't, you have classes today," Remus chuckled, nudging her awake. She groaned, burying her face and her body deeper into him so his arms basically covered her completely.

"What happened?" Sirius asked, rubbing his eye with his knuckle cutely at the door. Remus and the girl both sighed dramatically. Her sheet fell from her legs, revealing their pale, but perfect texture. Remus covered her, again sighing. How was he suppose to balance a horny Sirius Black and a teenage...

In the Great Hall at breakfast...

Everyone was talking about the mysterious girl and Professor Lupin. Snape's eyes calculated over them and he seemed nervous, the headmaster holding that twinkle in his eyes as usual though it seemed to intensify. Harry took note of all these things as he half listened to Hermoine go on about the girl's appearance from last night. The Great Hall doors opened dramatically though without sound, a girl walking in drastically, resembling Snape. The professor's eyes seem to show relief at her arrival and she stopped in front of the professors' table. Her robe's fluttered around her as her cape had done the night before, her long, knee-length hair let down around her shoulders and shaping her pale face. Her eyes slit only slightly in the light and would have gone unnoticed if everyone were not staring at her intently, shock clear on everyone's face except the professors.

"Students, this is Callasandra S. Snape, she will be joining our sixth years this year and will also be joining our seventh years in some of her classes, she is to be sorted." Dumbledore announced, gesturing toward McGonagall to retrieve the sorting hat. She nodded, standing to get it. The girl crossed her arms over her chest, her posture rigid and on guard as she looked over the professors. She smiled lightly at Remus and met her uncle's cool eyes. She smirked at him and he returned it, she noted that he tried not to break out into a grin and succeeded. After delivering a few intimidating glares at a few of the teachers she turned her eyes to the student body that who were so silent a cough would have sounded like a bomb. Her eyes scanned over them, landing on the Gryfindor table. She noted that a group of three seemed to glow, her gaze intensifying to find out why as she noted them and scanned the rest of the room with not that much of an intense stare. Her eyes landed on a boy at the Slytherin table. His shoulder-length, whitish blonde hair waved slightly and she noted him as well for he seemed to glow.

"Callasandra Snape?" McGonagall called to her and the girl turned to her, robes lashing about. She stood in front of the Professor, waiting to be directed to take a seat. At the professor's nod she sat gracefully, one hand over the other in her lap from their crossed positions and her ankles lightly crossed in a relaxed position. Her eyes lidded as she looked down, the hat being placed on her head gently.

"Well, a Snape is it?" The hat asked in her ear, almost unbearably loud, "and well you are no normal girl are you? I think it better be..." a long silence filled the room when the hat let out a shriek and started to move about on her head widely. "Let me up! Let me up!" it shouted and McGonagall quickly removed it, confusion on her face as well as everyone else's. "Slytherin." It breathed before stopping its movement. The hall was silent and Remus stood, angry about something. Albus tried to calm him but failed and sat down when Remus glared death at him.

"Come on, Secret, let's get you into uniform," he told her. Her face was cool. No emotion. No lack of emotion. Just there. Snape stood as well, walking after his niece and Professor Lupin. As soon as the three left the Hall whispers broke out over the crowd. Dumbledore looked to McGonagall who nodded and followed after them.

In Remus' private quarters...

"How is she?" Snape asked Lupin, coming into the room.

"I'm fine Uncle Sev, been fine." She told him monotone, coloring-or discoloring-her words, as she sat on her bed with a huff.

"Don't mine them, Secret, their just a bunch of no good, dirty, stupid humans...no offense Snape," Remus called, digging in the closet for some uniform clothes for her.

"None taken. It's not like they were doing it on purpose, Cally," Snape stated, kneeling in front of her and holding her ice-cold hand.

"I'm use to it, really, it's ok, and besides, I'm sure my house won't mind since more than half are the sons and daughters of Death Eaters," she smirked. Her uncle smiled lightly, standing from his kneeling position and looking her over.

"I still don't understand why they gave you to him and not me," Serverus almost pouted.

"Because you're still a spy and he's not, you could endanger little old me," she giggled, standing as well and moving toward the pile of uniform clothing that her godfather had thrown out of the closet. She moved toward the bathroom, clothing in hands. She shook her head at Snape's pouting face, a smirk adorning her features. "Who were the three people at the Gryfindor table? The one with glasses and messy long black hair, that was male? The one with messy red hair and freckles that was male? And the one with messy brownish red hair that was female?" She called from the bathroom, looking over the clothes that she had been given.

"You mean Harry Potter, Hermoine Granger and Ronald Wealsey?" Snape asked, picking up a black bra with the tip of his wand and looking it over in distaste.

"That's their names then?"

"What about my godson and his friends?" Remus asked, coming out of the closet with an arm full of more of her clothing. He opened her trunk with his foot, tossing them in.

"You have another godchild?" she asked, coming out in a pair of combat boots, a tight see-through uniform shirt, vest opened, showing her white bra, her outfit complete with black robes and a short uniform skirt, which was about a foot long from her waist. Her knee-highs stopping with her knee and the short length of the skirt helping to show pale thighs as she moved.

"You are not wearing that." Snape told her, looking her up and down distastefully.

"I've been wearing things like this since I was nine; so close your jaw. Now, as I was saying, you have other godchildren?" she smirked, going to play with her hair in the mirror.

"Don't speak to me in that manner, young lady," Snape scowled. She shrugged; grabbing a few rubber bands and being to put the front of her hair in small ponytails, letting a few strands hand in her eyes.

"No, not really. Harry is Black's godson but..." Remus let the sentence hang as he finished packing her trunk for her stay at the Slytherin dorms.

"Oh, so Snuffles is Potter's godfather? Cool, since he's my other godfather...hey, I've got a sort of sibling..." she smirked, looking at Remus from the mirror as she finished up her hair.

"Well, I've got to get to my classes and so does Snape so why don't you go with him, since he is your first class," Remus told her, fixing his collar a little bit and handing her books.

"Ok," she shrugged turning around to face her uncle.

"I did warn you about your clothing," Snape muttered as they walked through the halls and to his class. He stood around the corner of his classroom as always so he could sweep in on his students. He glared at those that stared openly at his niece as they walked by, waiting for the bell to ring. "You should take a seat, Snape." He told her, arms crossed over his chest as he waited impatiently.

"Okay Uncle Sev." She smirked, about to walk into the classroom.

"Oh, and Cally," he told her, stopping her by putting a hand to her shoulder, "Don't call me Sev."

"I only do it cause you love it so much," she teased, removing his hand she walked into the classroom, robes slashing about, pleased to see that a few students actually sat down in a seat at her entrance. Her smirk was cool and calm matched only to that of one Snape would wear. She placed her books at a desk in front of the classroom, fully intent on learning some of the best potions her uncle could muster, though she only knew of three that she had no idea how to concoct.

"You're in my seat," someone said from behind her and she turned to be face to face with a young blonde chick that resembled a china doll. She looked the girl up and down, then turned after seeing that she held no importance, seating down in said seat. "I said," the girl told her, wand out, nudging her shoulder with the long piece of wood, "you're in my seat." The girl's smile was confident and a little too arrogant for Callasandra's taste when she turned to see the wand pointed at her.

"Your point being?" she asked, standing from the seat and facing the girl.

"Now, now, Pansy, not with someone from our own house," Draco smirked, eyes calculating Callasandra, putting a hand to Pansy's arm and lowering her wand. Pansy seemed to calm slightly, her proud smirk still on her face though she pouted flirtingly at Draco. "Hello, I'm Draco Malfoy, nice to meet you," he told her, out stretching his hand to her. She looked at it, noting how his eyes searched her without leaving her face and also noting the way he ignored Pansy's flirting. She took his hand firmly, resisting the urge to flinch at its heat.

"Callasandra Snape, a pleasure," she smirked, gripping his hand as he gripped hers. Draco also held back the urge to flinch at how unbelievably cold of her hand. He let his hand drop after a moment, eyes searching hers that seemed to be normal except for their greenish yellow color and her large irises, almost as if a child was staring back at him but with an equally calculated glare.

"Draco, can we sit in the back," Pansy whined in his ear, pulling on his arm but pressing her body against it. Callasandra's expression took on that of cool disgust as if it were natural to be disgusted in such a matter. Draco nodded, just to get her off of his arm, noting the look of dislike on Callasandra's face.

"We should talk about my godfather sometime," he smiled at her.

"And who would that be?" Her voice, smooth, almost like liquid in it's texture, almost tangible.

"Snape." Draco smirked. She nodded softly, taking her seat as the Pansy girl pulled him away. Just then Snape entered the room, robes slashing about and all the students took their seats, quickly and without question.

"So lovely to see all of you again," Snape said sarcastically, eyes scanning over the groups of two. He distinguished that Harry Potter and Ron Wealsey were not in the class and also that his niece sat alone at full attention, "This year..." Potter and Wealsey entering the room noisily interrupted him. He frowned at them, "Nice of you to join us Mr. Potter and Mr. Wealsey, five points from Gryfindor each for your tardiness."

They both sighed and looked around for a seat. Only two were open: one next to Hermoine and one in the front of the classroom next to the new girl. Harry, being the most brave, took the seat next to her, nervously fidgeting though playing attention to the review of the syllabus for the year. Ron took his seat next to Hermoine, giving his girlfriend a quick kiss on the cheek before Snape noticed.

"Hello, I'm Harry," he told her, taking his seat, his voice low. Callasandra looked over to him, smirking at his nervous behavior but nodding in recognition of his name, showing that she was in fact paying attention to him instead of just Snape.

"Callasandra, you can call me Cally, Harry," she smirked at him, turning her gaze back to her uncle that seemed to drone on and on. She shook her head lightly, making it come back into focus when she realized he was talking about her.

"I won't except any mistreatment of those in my favor," Snape warned quickly. He met the angry eyes of his niece and quickly changed the subject back to the potions he would be teaching this year.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," Harry mumbled, taking out his books.

"Thanks," she smirked, looking to him, her eyes slit slightly as his aura engulfed her, making her momentarily off balance. Her lids narrowed slightly as she stared at him, noting his uneasy yet oblivious posture. The greenish-blue color of the aura that glowed around him covered the two of them whole, making little goose bumps run up and down Callasandra's back. She shivered lightly, catching Harry's attention.

"Are you ok, Cally?" His voice seemed to bring her from her slightly dazed momentum. She shook her head, clearing it and looked around to see a worried Harry and that she did not interrupt the class. Nodding, she flipped through a few pages, coming up to speed with her uncle and the rest of the class on notes that needed to be taken in her own time...

At free time, Callasandra sat in the corner of a quiet section of the library, flipping through her potions book and taking notes for the quiz she had the next day. She shook her head. Her uncle never seemed to surprise her when it came to a lot of work. Just then Hermoine Granger came in with who she assumed was her boyfriend, Ronald Wealsey.

"Ron, I can't believe you," she giggled as he whispered things in her ear. Obviously, the pair did not notice the glowing eyes that watched from the shadows as they began to make out, making as little noise as possible. Callasandra watched as they glowed; the reddish-orange of the male blending with the purple of the girl and swirling magnificently. She watched until their activities began to get more intimate, clothing starting to be removed. She stood then, gracefully and, to her dislike, for once, soundlessly.

"Excuse me," she announced, stepping from her shadowed place and looking at them intently. Ron almost jumped out of his skin, jumping away from Hermoine who was sprawled on the library table, shirt half up, exposing her stomach and flustered. Both teens blushed fiercely and Cally smirked, leaning on a near-by bookshelf. "I didn't know things like this happened at Hogwarts, I wonder what Dumbledore would say?"

Ron turned a distinct red, except this time in anger as he fumed at the Slytherin.

"Are you threatening me, you filthy Slytherin?" he hissed at her, stepping forward in challenge. She watched as his aura slashed around him, turning completely red and her smirk fell into a frown. She pushed off of the bookshelf gracefully, looking at him as if he were the most interesting specimen alive. She looked him up and down once more before gathering her books, her eyes never leaving his form. Her eyes caught Hermoine's own lashing aura, but from embarrassment, not anger. Ron still fumed at her but stayed in his place. She walked to the door, eyes flicking from Hermoine to Ron, her smirk returning and she left with out another word. The two flustered teens exchanged a look as Hermoine pulled her shirt down properly and fixed her ruffled clothing, Ron doing the same after a moment of calming himself down...

Callasandra rounded the corner, keeping to the shadows, capes fluttering about behind her as she moved, books to her chest lightly. Just then she heard a crash, like the sound of two people running into each other and books falling. She rounded the corner, staying in the shadows, her eyes glowing much like they did and much like they always had.

"Watch where you're going, Malfoy," Harry spat, raising himself from the floor and looking down at the Slytherin. Draco stood, dusting off his pants and scowling at the Gryfindor.

"I shouldn't have to if you were watching where you were going, Potter," Draco hissed, staring down the shorter male.

"I thought the great Malfoy didn't depend on anyone?" Harry smirked, resembling Malfoy's own. Cally watched as Harry's bluish-green aura grew, lashing at Malfoy's own somber aura in challenge. The colored atmosphere Malfoy possessed rose as they stared at one another, scowls on their faces and hands in their robes to retrieve their wands. She stepped from the shadows, catching Harry's eye and making him break his eye contact with Malfoy, aura calming considerably. Malfoy looked to her, his aura also calming as both boys waited for her to completely descend from the shadows.

"I was just coming from the library," she told them softly, books still hugged to her. She kneeled, placing them on the floor beside her as she picked up someone's books. Holding them out she waited for one of them to take them. Harry took the top one and Draco the other two.

"That's where I was headed/going," they said in unison and they exchanged a quick look.

"I don't think you want to go in there, unless you were going to the more populated sections," she told them, bending over slightly and retrieving her books from the floor. They watched her closely, eyes calculating her entire being from head to toe. "If you're not too strong set on going to the library, would the two of you like to join me for tea in the Great Hall?" her question was simple as she walked toward that direction, turning to them for their answer. They both nodded soundlessly, following her. Harry noted her grace, each step taken as if she were not touching the ground, almost as if she were floating with movement. Her body molded into the steps she took, hips swaying slightly and hair flowing over her shoulders slightly as if she were walking fast though their pace was normal, if not slow.

Draco noted her grace as well, taking note of the way her robes lashed about her, gliding gracefully along the floor as if to touch it gently, teasing the cement into stillness. He also noted her hair. The long, black strands blending with her robes, waving slightly in the center of her back then straightening to her knees, kissing the air to silence so she made no noise as she walked at all. The front of the silky mane seemed somewhat shorter, held in small ponytails that were no larger than a braid only about an inch thick though capturing her hairline and giving her a somewhat wild look.

They arrived at the Great Hall all too soon; taking a seat at one of the Ravenclaw tables that was bare except for some teacups, a pot and some tea biscuits.

"I didn't know they had tea time here," Harry said, sitting down next to Draco and Callasandra across from the two.

"Well, it would make sense. We are in an English based school, after all." Draco nodded, gracefully taking a biscuit as Cally poured them some tea.

"Uncle Sev told me that the tea appears whenever someone wants it and if they aren't here to take it, it disappears," she explained, handing them their tea. Draco took a sip, and then looked at the cup questioningly.

"How did you know what I wanted?" he asked. Harry also took a sip, taking a big gulp after that.

"What he said," Harry followed.

"I know a lot of things about the two of you. I've been doing my homework," she smirked, leaving her own tea untouched.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, grabbing a biscuit and nibbling on it.

"I know that you live with humans with no magical powers; I know that your best friends are Ronald Wealsey and Hermoine Granger. I know that your Godfather is Sirius Black, that you have no parents because Voldemort killed them. I know your sexual preference, date of birth, hobbies, likes, dislikes, that sort of thing." She told them casually. "And you," she looked at Draco, "I know that you are the richest boy in the Wizarding World, that your best friends are Blaze Zambini and Pansy Parkinson, your godfather is my uncle, you are struggling with the idea of becoming one of Voldemort's followers like your father, you have no idea what it's like to actually have parents because they are too busy for you. And I know your sexual preference, date of birth, hobbies, likes, dislikes, as I told Harry." Callasandra swirled her finger around a strain of her hair, playing with it as she told them what she knew. Both boys were openly gawking at her.

"How in all hell did you know that?" Draco whispered to her, looking around.

"I have my sources. I also know that the two of you are not on good terms. You should be," her comment echoed slightly and she reached for a biscuit, tossing it into the shadows.

"Ow," was the cry that was heard and one Neville Longbottom came from the shadows, teddy bear in hand.

"It's rude to just stand there, do you want some tea?" she offered, eyes closed calmly as she poured him a cup.

"How long have you been there?" Harry asked, looking at Neville angrily.

"He didn't hear me, it's ok, Harry," she told him, handing Neville his tea and opening large eyes to him. The Gryfindor stepped forward, shaking, looking as though he were about to soil himself. He took the tea and basically ran from the Hall. Callasandra sighed, looking at the table.

"Ok, you don't have to tell us where you heard it," Harry smiled warmly. She looked up at him, her smirk returning.

"But, you've got to tell us about yourself, like your appearance for example," Draco pointed out, sipping at his tea daintily.

"What do you mean? Am I ugly?" she asked innocently, large eyes looking at the two of them intently. Draco and Harry both choked on their tea but managed to swallow it with a few coughs.

"No! Not at all!" Harry blurted out while Draco shook his head fiercely.

"Oh, you mean," she pointed to her face and her hair. They nodded, "I'm a...well, the two of you know that Snape was a Death Eater and also know that his family along with the Malfoy's were basically into the Dark Arts. My mother, Sev's sister, was a vampire by birth because of her parents and my father was as well. I am the third generation, a pure vampire, being as Uncle Sev has no vampiric blood in him because his mother didn't come into her vampire heritage until after she had him, along with his father, my grand father. My parents and those parents before them had refused to serve with the Dark Lord and were killed, not so long ago I believe. I am what you call a rogue; I serve whom I please, whether light or dark, or like you Draco, in between. Voldemort won't attempt to destroy me because he will not succeed, he would probably die in a battle against me because only one with a heart akin to mine can end my life and he's just plain evil. I was sent to live with my godfather, Remus Lupin when they died by the Ministry who want to destroy me but can not as well. They had asked me to join them in their battle but..." she smirked, telling them all of it with enthusiasm.

Again, both boys gawked at her and she giggled softly. Harry's tea poured on the table, tipped slightly and Draco's teacup hung off his finger and onto the table as well.

"So," Harry asked after clicking his jaw shut, "why tell us?"

"Because I have found my heart's match." Her answer was simple, to the point and straight.

"What does that mean?" Draco asked, putting his cup down and starting to wipe away the mess he had made.

"It means that you, Harry, Hermoine, or Ron can end my life. It also means that I'll have a strong impulse to protect the four of you, the two of you more than the other two."

"But why? Wouldn't you want us killed if we can harm you?" Harry asked, taking Draco's lead and wiping up before the dark liquid spilled onto him.

"No, the four of you are my closest matches, the four of you will carry on my line of vampires," she told them, eyes looking into theirs deeply. They stopped what they were doing, mouths hanging open.

"Are you," Harry didn't finish, eyes staring into nothing in awe.

"Saying we will become vampires?" Draco finished for him.

"Yes, but not now. You're too young, life first, vampire later," she joked, starting to help clean their mess.

"But, don't we have a choice," Harry asked desperately, looking at her, anger starting to form in his eyes and his aura beginning to lash about them.

"Be calm. No, you have no choice. You will live, I'm not going to steal that from you and because I am a pure blood you will not change much. My skin is naturally pale and my hair naturally black. Your only differences will be your senses, you know speed and stuff and you will need to drink blood." Her face scrunched up a bit. Harry sat still, as did Draco, soaking the information in.

"When?" Draco whispered, eyes staring into nothingness.

"Don't worry about that. You'll have two years to get use to me being around, here at Hogwarts and I'll tell you...in advance, don't worry, it'll be like a year or two a head of time and it'll probably be a long time from now, after you've had a couple of lovers or husbands or whatever..." she smirked then realized her mistake as both auras flared in embarrassment.

"No children?" Harry asked through his blush, Draco in a similar state.

"Actually...I'll explain that after I turn you. The sooner you die...the sooner I'll need to make you into one since I can't very well do it if you're already dead," she joked and both boys managed a small smile, lightening up to the idea.

"But what about Voldemort?" Harry whispered suddenly.

"He'll have to answer to me..." her statement was uncomplicated, as most of the things she had told them. "Oh, before I forget and I make a big fuss: I'm coming with you on Holidays, Draco, and so is Harry, and vice versa, Harry."

"What?" Draco and Harry exclaimed in unison.

"Well, I can't very well have the two of you out of my sights."

"But-but-but..." the two sputtered.

"I'll take care of all the buts. I'm sorta new to this and only going on instinct when I say that the two of you better lighten up to each other. You'll be spending a lot of time with one another." Her smirk was sly and knowing; they exchanged a look of awe before finishing up their cleaning of the little mess and going to find a trash can.

"Well, Potter, looks like we've got ourselves into a mess..." Draco told him, almost friendly.

"I know. She said that Hermoine and Ron are also her matches, why doesn't she choose them?"

"Because their aura's are not as strong as yours are," Callasandra stated from behind them and they jumped in unison.

"Don't do that," Harry complained, putting the paper towels in the trashcan and facing her.

"Sorry," she smirked; she stood on her tiptoes, kissing his cheek, doing the same to Draco. "Get some rest you two, need strength for a new day," she began to walk from the Great Hall.

"Where are you going?" Draco called to her.

"The sun's down and I need some air. I will be watching you two so try and behave," she smirked at them, walking out of the door.

"Hey, I got some questions for you!" Harry called after her, running to her. She was gone when he got outside the Great Hall doors and Malfoy walked to him, their books in hand. He handed Harry his.

"We can ask her in the morning. Come on, I'll walk you to your dorms," Draco told him, walking toward Gryfindor Tower. Harry followed, silently.

"You don't seem too fazed about becoming a vampire and having to get along with me," Harry told him, walking a little faster to catch up with the taller boy since he had longer legs.

"I was getting tried of the bickering anyway and that crazy lady that tells the future told me to live life the best I can without the worry of news to be heard, or something like that," Draco shrugged, looking over to Harry for a moment.

"Really?" Harry asked dumbly and Draco chuckled, nodding. They stopped at the Gryfindor portrait, turning to each other.

"Harry, if we're going to get along, do me a favor and call me by my first name," Draco smirked, Harry nodded.

"Ok, Draco," Harry smiled up at him. Callasandra watched from the shadows at the exchange, eyes glowing softly and warmly. 'They meet' she mouthed in the darkness, watching as the lights around them began to swirl with one another, Draco's greenish-silver glow melding with Harry's. The Gryfindor leaned up slightly, lost in the Slytherin's eyes before he stopped himself. "Goodnight," he whispered quickly, looking to the floor and then looking to the portrait that opened without asking for a password. Draco let out a breath he had no idea he had been holding in, feeling lonely and disappointed all of a sudden. He shook his head, walking back to his dorms warily...

Draco awoke, a moan on his lips, his brow lightly coated with perspiration. Callasandra watched, smiling at him when his eyes met hers. He jumped out of bed, sheets clutched around his mid-section.

"I won't tell, not like you have any room mates who would. I just don't see why you get your own room and I have to share one with that Pansy girl," she pouted, standing from the chair she had pulled up to his bed, "I came to bring you and Harry breakfast," she told him, pointing to the tray that was settled on the desk.

"Me and Harry?" his question died on his lips when he saw the one and only Harry Potter curled up on the other side of his king size bed, in his birthday suit with only a thin sheet to keep his modesty. Draco's eyes searched the room frantically for clothing or any signs of something happening between them last night.

"No, nothing happened," she told him, suddenly at Harry's side, stroking his hair, "I brought him here last night after speaking to Dumbledore. Your room has been moved to the abandoned Tower or this Tower if you would. Harry has his own room but I decided to put him here since he looked so lonely in the room in his dorms. Hermoine and Ron are at the Great Hall, eating breakfast; their rooms are just down the hall. Your best friends rooms are down stairs. Classes are canceled for us today, the other four are optional," she explained calmly. Draco calmed down, Cally noted his aura calmed as well from it's lashing panic.

"Did you hear?" Draco asked, blushing softly as he looked for some pants to wear, hiding his embarrassment in the drawer.

"Yes, but like I said I'm not going to tell and Harry here is a sound sleeper," she smirked at the sleeping boy. Draco turned, pants in hand and froze when he caught sight of the two of them, really seeing them. Callasandra wore a pair of black pants and a black see-through shirt, her hair in two ponytails, eyes still large as she stared at Harry, stroking his hair. The sleeping Gryfindor looked like her. His skin was pale, like hers, hair blacker than the night, like hers, eyes lidded softly. He was beautiful. He looked like a sleeping angel, so innocent, so pure, pink lips parted softly as he breathed in and out. His shoulder-length, messy hair flowed on the silk black pillow, brushing the fabric softly and making it almost impossible to tell where his hair ended.

The two of them looked like children, almost completely out of this world. Draco stared at them, sheet falling from him, pants falling from his hands and jaw slacked. Harry's eyes fluttered open.

"But where will you stay, Cally?" his voice was laced with sleep and childlike when he looked up to her.

"I don't sleep much, or for that matter more often then not, Harry, and I need no place of my own as long as I have the two of you," she told him, kneeling in by the bed and stroking his hair and forehead, thumb running along his scar. He moaned softly when she did so, hand rising to stop her from touching his scar.

"Don't do that," he whispered to her, pink lips barely moving as Draco stood, transfixed by them. She nodded and continued to stroke his hair, humming to herself. He let her do as much, knowing without knowing that she was going to do it anyway. He looked over to a naked Draco, a blush breaking out over his face and down his body, as he closed his eyes and turned his head away.

That's when Draco broke from his trance and looked down, flushing hotly and lifting the sheet from the floor to around his waist. Cally smirked at Harry, then at him as the Gryfindor sat up, facing away from the Slytherin, eyes tightly closed.

"Cally," Harry whined at her, turning his back to the Slytherin and glaring up at her though she was only about a head taller when he was sitting down. She pouted, eyes, if possible, getting bigger and looking at him innocently.

"What?" Draco couldn't help but laugh at the tone, Harry joining in soon. She smiled at them widely, bringing the food over to the bed and kicking off her heels, she walked on her knees to the center of the bed before plopping down and waiting for Harry to eat patiently.

"What's all this?" Harry asked, turning to her, looking over the eggs, bacon, pancakes, waffles, blueberries, cherries, strawberries, cereal, milk and pumpkin juice with a cup of what looked like orange juice.

"Breakfast. The pancakes, eggs, bacon, berries, cereal, milk and pumpkin juice are for you, it's your favorite. The waffles, bacon, cherries, strawberries and orange juice are for Draco," she explained, pointing out each one. Draco sat down beside Callasandra, grabbing a strawberry and looking it over. "I already cheeked them, they are not bruised and they're sweet just like you like them." Draco shrugged and took a bite of the large fruit, smiling widely.

"I like it that you know what I like," Draco smirked and Harry giggled, grabbing a blue berry and popping it in his mouth, smiling as well at the bitter sweet taste he loved so much.

"You're not going to eat anything, Cally?" Harry asked, looking at her as she played with one of his berries and one of Draco's cherries, mixing the juices together on a paper tower on the large tray as she sat in front of it, legs folded.

"No, I don't want any," she smiled, playing with the berries and watching in slight fascination as the colors of pink and purple swirled together.

"Do vampires eat?" Harry asked, pouring some milk on the cereal and beginning to eat it slowly as if it were his last meal, which Draco noticed.

"Yes, if we want to, we don't have to," she told him, folding the napkin and watching as the liquid went through it.

"But blood is a necessity?" Draco interjected; starting to eat his waffles while putting a cherry on the pieces he ate.

"Yes, at least once a year for pure bloods and because you will become pure bloods when you are bitten, because that's how we are, it will be the same for you." She didn't look up as she spoke but stared at the napkin intently.

"You said something about aura's last night," Harry changed the subject, looking to her as he finished off his small bowl of cereal and moved to his pancakes.

"The two of you are very special. Something about you gives off a bright glow. Usually no one has a visible aura but you do, like Hermoine and Ron, but brighter and your colors are more fierce and bold. Beautiful, just like both of you are," she looked at them as she spoke, eyes making eye contact with them one at a time, "I wish I could show you..." They stayed in silence for a while before Callasandra suddenly disappeared, reappearing in front of Draco's closet. "Well, we have a lot to do today, better get ready." She called from the closet, tossing out various items.

"What are we doing?" Draco asked, mouth full of waffles and fruits. Harry giggled at him, using his finger to wipe some of the juices from Draco's chin and putting the same finger in his mouth. His eyes widened when he realized what he had did, and Draco looked to him in shock.

"We're going to see Harry's family, tell him that they will not be seeing him anymore since Harry's going to be staying with Snuffles, Padfoot and I, then we're going to Hogsmeade for lunch and Malfoy Manor for dinner to tell them about you, me, and Harry. I've already received their reply." She told them, looking for some nice shoes for the two.

"What?" They exclaimed in unison, almost knocking over their food.

"You've had time to plan this," Harry said, looking at her suspiciously.

"You'd be amazed how much you can do while everyone else is sleeping," she smirked, turning to the two of them with a pair of boots in each hand, they shared a look, mouths full of food...

"I am not going out like this," Harry huffed from the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror.

"Draco's wearing it," Callasandra reasoned, speaking through the door as she waited impatiently for Harry to get the hell out of the bathroom.

"It's his clothing, of course he would wear it!" Harry exclaimed angrily, starting to take the outfit off.

"Harry James Potter, if you take that off I'll make you wear what Draco's wearing," Cally warned through the door, a scowl on her face. Draco chuckled, sitting on the bed while he slipped on his boots. Harry and he wore about the same size though he was a little bigger and taller so Cally had just given Harry his smallest outfit. "Now get your sexy ass out of the bathroom, now." She said it calmly but the underlining tone meant come out or be dragged out, making Draco pause then shake his head and slip on his other boot.

"I'm coming," Harry muttered, creaking open the door. Callasandra smirked at him. He wore a deep black t-shirt, leather pants, army boots and a nice, green silk on the inside, black on the outside, robe. The fabric he wore hugged his light muscles; fine six-pack and evenly toned thighs, making him look...sexy. Draco stared at him, mouth-hanging open, eyes fixed permanently to Harry's body. The Gryfindor pulled his robes around him, blocking his body from view. He frowned at her. "Why do I have to wear this again?" He asked, or more so whined, as he was pulled to the mirror desk. Callasandra plopped him down in the chair in front of the mirror. Grabbing a black ponytail holder she pulled back his hair, leaving a few strands to hang in his face, she then took a little bit of the gel on the desk, using the brush to make a neat, tight ponytail in the middle of his head. Harry sighed, defeated and looked at her in the mirror as she brushed his ponytail into neat waves. "I didn't know vampires had a reflection..."

"They don't, I do, and you will as well," she smirked, finishing up his hair with a little bit of spray, making it gleam. Because Harry was sixteen, he had begun to develop hair on his face but had shaved it off. In short, the way he looked at the moment, he was crisp. "What do you think?" she asked, turning to Draco. The Slytherin stood, walking up behind Harry and looking him over through the mirror, trying his best not to gawk.

"You clean up well, Harry," Draco smirked, nodding his approval. Harry smiled at him, starting to look over the Slytherin once more from the mirror. Draco wore a black, see-through v-shaped shirt, a black vest covering his chest, opened slightly. His tight black jeans left nothing to the imagination, the slight bulge there saying that he had a big... ego; he had a good reason to, anyway. He also wore combat boots, completing the outfit. His hair was down but brushed back into waves strands staying in place and putting a new meaning to 'gelled back'. Harry licked dry lips, turning around to insure what his eyes saw was real.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Draco," was all he said before Callasandra grabbed both of them, the trio disappearing...

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I hope all of you approve of this first chapter. It was a bit long but I wanted to make sure a little Draco/Harry was hinted at, I didn't want you to go thinking that this fic is completely hetrosexual. I hope you likedi t enough to review! Any suggests you have would be welcome with open arms. Thank you for reading.

Until next time (maybe):

Ash