Disclaimer- Again, I plead with you. Do not sue me. I am not worthy of being sued over Harry Potter.

A/N- I noticed that no one read (or they never reviewed) my first chapter. Well, too bad. Because I am going to keep on writing, whether you like it or not. No really though, I would appreciate a review. My first chapter did suck, but all of my first chapters do, it's embarrassing, really. Oh yeah, and Massive Attack- Teardrops would be a great song for this portion.

"Cora Rune."

"Cora Rune! But she's a…you know."

"Yes, I do know, but he insists on having her teach here."

"But what if something happens? What if she stays in the school at night?"

"She won't. Probably. But they say she has super human strength, so she can resist her…hunger."

Professor McGonagall sighed. This was going to be a hectic year, she could already tell. "If Professor Dumbledore wants her for this year, then he will hire her."

Professor Flitwick shook his head disapprovingly, "But why?"

Professor Snape jumped in on the conversation, "Because she will be here to protect Potter. That is why Dumbledore needs her to be here." He said this with a sneer on his face, as if he didn't think Potter needed protection from the most evil wizard of all time. Of course, that was probably exactly what he thought.

"Well, how old is she? When was she bitten?" Professor Trelawny questioned, forgetting her status as a fortuneteller.

Professor McGonagall arched an eyebrow, "Why Sybill, I would think that you, of all people, would already know the answers to your own questions." Professor Trelawny blushed. "I'm not supposed to tell you, but I think Professor Dumbledore figured out that I probably would. She is about 300 years old, but apparently, she looks about 20 or so. She was bitten before she was married, sometime in the 1700's. Apparently, there is a story behind her bite, but Dumbledore doesn't know it, so I obviously don't," Professor McGonagall shared with her co-workers.

Professor Snape inspected his fingernails as he tried to hide his curiosity, "When does she get here?"

"Around now," Professor McGonagall whispered, "We'd better get to Professor Dumbldore's office to greet her. Not that I want to or anything…" The other professors nodded in agreement. They hadn't even met this infamous vampire, and yet, they were already forming images in their head about her. They pictured the typical vampire, a warty hag, with blood stained teeth.

"Let's go, now or never," Professor Flitwick said bravely. The four walked down the hallways, the twists and turns, until they had reached the gargoyle that protected the entry to Professor Dumbledore's office. They stood there silently, until Professor Snape managed to spit out, "Pumpkin Pasty." The gargoyle swung open, revealing the beautiful spiral staircase and it's decorations. The professors walked slowly up the staircase, to find the door to Professor Dumbledore's office shut. Professor McGonagall hesitated, and then stepped forward, to knock on the door, when it swung open.

She was beautiful. Breathtaking, literally. Her hair was long, straight, and perfect, trailing down to the end of her back. Her eyes were hidden by dark sunglasses, which only made her white skin more striking. Her body was perfect, curvy, but she was severely underweight. It suited her, almost as much as the black leather pants did. Her boots were also black leather, as was her top, which clung to her, and revealed a sliver of her flat stomach. She was black and white. No, black and white and beautiful.

And she was a vampire.