A/N- just to warn major HP fans, this is a story with things that would never happen in the books. I might stretch some things in the story, but Hogwarts, Harry Potter, Ron, Hermione, all those characters I don't own. I only own any characters that I create, and anything I might write that has to do with the characters.

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Harry was stumbling through the forest. He was in his pajamas, and had been drawn into the forest by an odd howl.

Now he was running through the woods, branches scratching his face and arms. He guessed that he was deep in the forest. Suddenly he stumbled down a path, and landed in a small clearing. In the center of it was a large wooden cross, and a young girl was tied to it by the wrists.

Harry momentarily forgot what was chasing him, and walked over to the girl. He reached up and gently ran his finger over a long scratch on her cheek, as blood slowly dripped down her chin. She was very pale, and had fair, blond hair. She was wearing a long white dress, but there were three deep gashes in her abdomen that bled down her skirt. Harry looked closely at them, and noticed they seemed to be from a large animal. Harry took pity on the girl, and reached up to untie her. As soon as he did, a giant werewolf galloped into the clearing, and at the crash, the girl's eyes opened the reveal pools of electric blue and black.

Harry awoke with a start, breathing heavily. He put his hand up to his forehead, finding that he had been in a cold sweat. He had been having these dreams steadily since the new moon. Tonight there was a full moon, and Harry could hear the howls of Professor Lupin from the Shrieking Shack. But there were other wolves out tonight. Harry could hear the distinct growl of wild werewolves that were in the forest. Then Harry heard a faint scream. He quickly grabbed his wand out of instinct, and headed out to the forest. This was always how the dream started out, and he wanted to get to the bottom of its mystery.

About a half an hour later, Harry was at the part of the dream where he was being chased. He slid on the damp ground, and through layers of leaves. His heart gave a leap as he heard the not-too-distant growl of a full-grown werewolf, almost at his heels. Harry made a lot of difficult turns to remember, and didn't know how far into the forest he was.

Up to this point, everything that had happened in the forest had happened in the dream. Then, unexpectedly, Harry lost his footing and was falling down a leaf filled pathway. He felt tree stumps hit him in the back and stomach, and felt tree limbs catch his t-shirt, and grab at his neck. At the bottom of the pass, Harry fell in a heap on soft ground. He looked around at the setting as he pushed himself up by the arms. The moon was in full view, and the light was shining down, and made the effect that it was daytime. It was a circular clearing, and it had a lot of sun-dried grass that was about knee high. Harry hadn't gotten a good view of anything but the girl in his dream. And sure enough, when Harry looked to the center of the clearing, there was a large cross, and a young girl was tied to it by her wrists. Harry walked up to her and saw the scratch down her cheek, and the deep gashes through her bodice. He saw her pale face, and curly, golden hair. It was tied high up off her face in an old fashioned manner. Harry studied her features better than before. She had a softly curving nose, and oval eyes. She didn't look a day older than seventeen. He even noticed that she wore a cross on a chain on her neck, so Harry ruled out the suspicion that she was a vampire.

Then suddenly the roar that was scheduled finally came. Harry turned to the girl just as her eyes shot open. But this time, Harry wasn't going to awake, safe in his bed. This time the nightmare was real. The girl stared hard at Harry, and he felt as though she were looking into his very soul. After a few moments, she paid attention to the beast that was seconds away from them.

"Use your wand, and untie me," she girl said calmly, in the most convincing voice Harry had ever heard. He did as she said, and just before the wolf ran them down, she grabbed onto Harry's wrist, and leapt lightly, but forcefully onto the top of the cross, pulling him along behind her. She landed with grace at the very top pole, and turned to face her opponent. Harry watched her in a daze, as she stood royally on the tiny platform that was her throne. She stared confidently down her nose to where a vicious wolf should have been standing, but instead a tiny man, with ratty clothes and numerous scars was in its place.

"Cecilia, my love. What's been keeping you from awakening?" the man asked humbly, holding out his arms.

The girl leapt off of the top of the cross with grace, and landing easily in a catlike manner. She walked up to the man and stared him fixedly in the eyes. "Hello Roland," she said calmly, raising an eyebrow.

Harry watched the scene before him in shock. What was this man? And what sort of creature was this girl? She had terrible wounds, and had been passed out just a few moments ago, but she acted as though nothing at all had happened.

The man bowed slightly, and the girl smirked down at him in an unapproving manner.

"Oh get up, you pile of bones. I don't need your manners. Now if I may ask, what was I doing tied to a cross?" the girl asked, turning away to look at it. She crossed her arms in front of herself, and examined the woodwork.

"I-I.... well-"

"And why was it your followers that captured me in a net, and tried to knock me out with a lumos spell?" she asked fiercely, turning back to the man named Roland, and advancing on him. But Harry was sure she hadn't moved at all. Cecilia was, indeed intimidating.

"Well, I don't know what to tell you. I never gave that order. Not in the dead of night, and in your territory," Roland said, folding his hands behind his back. Cecilia smirked.

"I must give you credit Roland. First you capture me. Then you bring Mr. Potter out here to lure into a trap. Oh don't look so surprised; do you really think that Lupin can use a proper Lumos charm on me? Now really, that is just insulting. Anyway, I would appreciate it much if you and your," she looked around the clearing, "...friends, would evacuate the premises, before I have no other choice but to call my leader," Cecilia said.

"Of course, my lady," Roland said with sarcasm, backing away from Cecilia and bowing. He walked calmly toward the shade of the forest, and a group of followers that was hiding in the brush joined him. Cecilia watched them leave, then turned back to Harry, who was sitting on the cross, and frozen to the spot.

"Come with me, Mr. Potter," she said, holding out her hand.

"I can't jump down. I might kill myself," he said croakily, for the first time that night.

"No you won't. Now jump," she said convincingly. Harry did as he was told, and although he didn't know it, he jumped with Cecilia's guidance, and landed safely on the ground. "Follow me," she said, turning around, and heading off in the opposite direction of the werewolves. He hesitated, but curiosity got the better of him, so he followed her.

Cecilia led Harry deep into the forest. After what seemed like hours Harry noticed a small clearing ahead of him.

"We are almost at our destination," Cecilia said, a hint of happiness in her voice. Harry looked around at the people in the clearing. They all had the same pale complexion as Cecilia, and they all had the same blue/black eyes.

Cecilia walked without expression through the camp, looking sideways at some of the people surrounding her.

Harry followed her through the clan. He soon followed closely behind Cecilia as the people started giving him odd stares. About halfway through the camp, Cecilia stopped, and Harry bumped into her accidentally. She was pushed forward slightly, but didn't seem to notice.

"Why have you brought a human here, Cecilia?" a man asked in a breathless voice. Cecilia looked back at Harry. He seemed to be in a trance.

"He saved my life," she said calmly, still staring at him. Then she turned to the man talking to her. "Where is Lord Jared?" she asked, her hands hanging limply at her sides.

"He's where he always is," the man answered, pointing towards a nearby clearing. "I would advise not to bother him now. He is in one of his trances."

"I think I have good reason to interrupt him," Cecilia said, pushing past him. The man grabbed her arm. She turned quickly, and looked questioningly at him. "Elliot, I don't have time for your games. Let me go so I may speak with our Lord," she said still calm, walking up to him, her wrist held tightly in Elliot's hand.

"What is your reason? We all shall know soon enough," Elliot said, letting her go.

"All will reveal itself in due course," she said, looking him hard in the eyes that mirrored her own. Then she looked to Harry. "Come with me," she commanded, turning around and walking to the center of the clearing. Harry followed her quickly, staring nervously back at the people that Cecilia must live with. He thought it was odd that no one paid any attention to her wounds. They were very serious, but she didn't seem bothered by them, and no one seemed to care about her health.

Cecilia led Harry up to a very frail, old man that was sitting with his legs crossed. Harry could only guess that this was the Lord Jared that Cecilia was talking about. When she was a few feet away from the man Cecilia bent down on one knee, and bowed her head. Harry hesitantly did the same.

"What brings you out here, my dear Cecilia?" Lord Jared asked.

"My Lord, there is trouble in the forest tonight," Cecilia said, bringing her head up so she could get a better view of the man.

"And what trouble might that be?" Lord Jared asked.

"The werewolves are out tonight. That Lupin man has joined Roland as well. They are preparing an attack on the clan; tonight!" Cecilia said urgently. Harry could feel the man's back muscles tense, and his face harden.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Positive. They tried to kill me, my Lord," Cecilia said, bowing her head to look at her knees.

"And the boy?" Lord Jared asked. Harry noticed that he never conversed with her. Just asked questions.

"This is Harry Potter, my lord. He...saved my life," Cecilia said, looking over at him. He noticed that her eyes seemed warm.

"Tell the others to clean out camp completely. Make it so there was no evidence we were here. And tell them to head for the castle. Leave no tracks. We must not be followed. Bring the Potter boy," Lord Jared said, waving a hand casually. There was a hint of worry in his voice.

"Yes, my Lord," Cecilia said, bowing her head again, and standing up. She walked back to the forest, to pass on the message to her comrades.

A little while later, the camp was clean, and assortments of men, women and children were gliding effortlessly through the sky.

"So what are you?" Harry asked, looking up at Cecilia. She looked down at him, then looked back in front of her.

"What do you mean?" she asked calmly.

"Well I don't think you're a werewolf. Or a vampire. From what I've read, vampires aren't holy creatures, so crosses burn their skin," Harry said, still looking up at her.

"Well what do you think I am?" she asked, smirking.

"I have three guesses. Siren, temptress, or veela," Harry said, looking in the direction they were heading.

"Well if I was a veela, you would be dazed, and you would try to impress me. So I am not a veela. And if I were a siren, I would be a water spirit. There go two of your guesses," Cecilia said, playing along with Harry's game.

"Well then that leaves temptress," Harry said, looking back up at her. She stared hard in front of her.

"Not necessarily, Mr. Potter," she said, gliding lower into the trees. "If I were a temptress, this would be a clan of women only. And as you've noticed, there are men and children," she pointed out.

"Well then what are you?" Harry asked. Cecilia glided even lower to the ground, and touched down lightly. She let go of his hand and started to walk in the shadow of a towering castle that Harry had never noticed before. "Well?"

"I'm a vampire," she said quietly, not turning to look at him.