Disclaimer: Again, Morgan Le'Font was created by Copper Fire. Thanks!
Note: I'm sorry, but I write small chapters. However, I try to write a lot of them to compensate.
From the High Table, onetime dark wizard, master swordsman, Auror, and now Professor, Bram Oscuros gazed at the students eating their feast, talking with their friends, and generally (and hopefully) forgetting about their new teacher. Bram decided to learn a bit more about these students he was to teach. When he was training in Spain, Bram had learned some very useful spells. Gripping his wand under the table, he prepared to use one now.
Bram whispered, "Percepción!" Instantly, as the powerful magic covered him, Bram's mind was flooded with data. As his deep blue eyes sweeped the room gathering impossible amounts of information, he could see a second generation of Death Eaters sitting at Slytherin, and the Aurors of the future with Griffyndor. He tried to focus his thoughts as he saw peoples beliefs, their ancestries, their crushes, and it was all he could do not to scream. Then his eyes caught something that brought his whole mind to bear. A fifth year. Sitting at Griffyndor. Beautiful. Alone. French. Morgan Le'Font. A vampire.
Their eyes met, and for a moment, Morgan felt as if she was an opened book, with all her secrets laid bare...
Then, the moment passed, and she was free again. What was that? She looked at the new teacher and shuddered inwardly. It was almost like being raped...
After the feast, Professor Dumbledore announced, "Prefects, please lead your Houses to your towers. Griffyndors, since all of your prefects have graduated, Professor Oscuros will lead you to your rooms."
Oscuros had been sitting at the table, eyes closed. He appeared to be meditating, but in reality, he was trying to control the flood of emotions and ideas he had unleashed upon himself. Finally, he stoppered it with a quick, muttered, "Realidad." He could now hear Professor Dumbledore saying, "Bram, please show the Griffyndors to their tower, would you?"
Getting up, Oscuros motioned for the Griffyndors to follow him. As expected, once they were in the halls, everyone except the first years bombarded him with questions: "Where are you from?", "Are you really an Auror?", "Are you going to stay more than one year?", and, "Are you a Death Eater?"
Sighing silently, Bram told himself, just ignore them. They will learn, in time... At the entrance to Griffyndor Tower, he said, "Remember this. It's your new password. Abra!" he told the Fat Lady. "Well! don't be so rude," she said, swinging to one side. Bram stood and watched while the Griffyndors filed past, and at the very end of the group, stopped Morgan. "I just want you to know," he said, "that if you ever have difficulties with your gift, that you can always talk to me." Morgan looked at him with a mixture of amazement and shock, thinking, does he somehow know? What is he talking about? But he just stood there and gave he a nearly invisible wink before turning and leaving. Morgan stood there, looking at him, wondering what surprises this year would hold.