Author's note: Err... I had something planned to write here... Where's the paper? Where's it? Anyway, since it seems I can't find it, I'll just say that I don't know what I'm saying because what I had planned to say is something completely different from what I'm saying now that I don't remember what I wanted to say. (Glares around) Sooo... Read and -remember to review- ahem, enjoy.
Disclaimer: (Sighs) No, no and no. I don't own anything. Period.

I had to force my eyes to keep open. In order to read the whole DVD before Dumbledore arrived, I had had to keep awake the whole day and I truly felt like shit right then.

The Nosferatus had really put some info here: Loads and loads of it. Everything from the possible sun shelters I could find in all U.K. to how to distinguish between a wizard and a muggle (non-wizard mortal), passing through everything relating both kindred and wizarding political situations on the island. I was tired.

The sun was setting. I powered off my PC and equipped myself with the few things I would really need: I was wearing dark blue jeans, with my sword tied to the belt, a white shirt, with my two guns holstered on either side, and a long black coat that kept me looking quite normal (I had my wand inside the coat's right pocket and the ammo, sun lenses and suncream inside a bag).

I opened the fridge, took my last bloodpack and drank it greedily, feeling the blood bubbling inside of me, lifting me up. Although I was still tired, this would keep me up for the rest of the night.

When I exited to the chantry's hall, Max and Dumbledore were already there, waiting for me. Max spoke up: "Have you got everything you need?" I nodded. There was no need for long speeches now.

The human gestured me to come closer and so I did. "I will apparate us to Privet Drive, number 5. I've already set everything so you can use the house as yours. When you are ready, grab my arm so we can go. The left one if you don't mind: as you can see, my right arm is not precisely healthy right now."

I stood at the wizard's left and bowed towards my regent, "May your wisdom forever grow."

Max nodded with a slight bow, "May your blood last you long." It was usual amongst the Tremere to bless others' fates before one of us went to accomplish a mission that involved death.

When Max's sentence ended, I grabbed, gently but securely, Dumbledore's arm. "I'm ready when you are, sir."

The following thing that I noticed was that it was all black; I felt a strong pressure that came from all the directions. Luckily for me, I didn't need to breathe, because, had I needed to, I wouldn't have been able to: it was as if iron chains were tightened around my chest.; my ocular globes twisted in my head; I felt that the eardrums were going to break; the beast reacted with total rejection to that feeling and I had to put my whole will trying not to frenzy and soon... I suddenly could feel my feet touching ground again. The beast calmed down.

I felt as if they had put to me through a very narrow rubber tube by force. I opened my eyes to see that we were still indoors... But we weren't in the chantry anymore: we were standing now behind a brown coach. It had another identical coach to it's right, forming an L, and was placed in front of a television. I glanced around. There was a French door to the first coach's left, which led to a hallway with a staircase. Behind of us, between a shelve and a desk, there was another door.

It was the perfectly typical normal living room. "Where are we?" I turned to face Dumbledore, who's stare told me we were in England. Privet Drive, number five.

Suddenly, I caught another blood scent... It smelled like an animal's blood, but it was just too like human's to come from an animal. A cat was sitting on the second sofa I had noticed. "You're not a cat." I hesitated if I should show wariness or politeness. Decided for the second option. "Mind showing what you really are?"

The so called cat jumped out of the coach and changed itself in midair, landing casually as a very stern-looking woman in her late sixties or early seventies. If I had thought Dumbledore had wrinkles before, now I knew I had been exaggerating: she had wrinkles.

"Mind telling me how did you notice?" Although she was only doing a non-offensive question, her voice showed her stern personality a lot.

I shrugged. "Your blood scent: you've managed to make it smell almost like an animal's, but it's still too much human not to notice." She was shocked.

The woman stared me intently on the face and I could start to hear her heartbeat picking up speed. She quickly draw a wand and pointed it at me. I didn't seem to move, but I was ready to freeze her lungs' air. It would be an efficient way to choke her spell before she'd be able to cast anything on me. "Watch out! He's a vampire!"

The old man stepped in and gently lowered the woman's wand with his left wand. "Nothing to be afraid of, Minerva: he's not from the vampires who have joined Voldemort." The woman, Minerva, looked more frustrated and angry towards Dumbledore than to me now.

She waved her hand in frustration. "What are you thinking about, Albus? Is he the help you said you'd need?" She seized me suspiciously. Maybe was she fearing I'd go frenzy on them, just like that? "You've got to be kidding! A vampire is more likely to join them than us!"

Her stern stare and her behavior were starting to make me tired. Maybe it was time for me to show her some 'vampire politeness'? "Kindred, please." Both humans kept staring me.

"What?" She seemed disgusted that I had spoken. Maybe she had forgotten bloodsucking monsters can still talk and think?

"We call ourselves -and prefer to be known as- kindred, not vampires; like you prefer to be called humans, not kine." Minerva seemed bewildered; Dumbledore, amused. He understood I could handle myself, stepped back and sat on the first sofa, which had magically been turned to face us.

For the looks at both human's faces, I understood I was doing well. "And it's also a common preference of both kindred and human individuals to be called by their name. I'm Robert Kellehan, second-class student at LA's Tremere chantry, nice to meet you." I did a complete bow, this time.

When I finished bowing, I stared intently right into her eyes, so she could remember that she was supposed to introduce herself. She calmed down a bit (I didn't stop having my freezing spell at the ready, just in case) and did a very slight bow, eye contact never being lost. "Professor Minerva McGonagall, adjunct headmaster at Hogwarts."

"And now that introductions are properly made," interrupted Dumbledore with a very friendly voice, "why don't we all sit down and discuss everything we must in a warm and friendly talk?" McGonagall nodded and sat at the second sofa, which moved towards us to invert the L form in which they were first placed.

I used motus on the desk's chair so it would come to me and simply sat down at the same point I had been since we had apparated there. "Very well, I've been told you needed my assistance and I've been given enough reasons for me to do as much as I can..." McGonagall nodded, possibly analyzing the info I was giving to ask smart questions later.

I had to be careful when dealing with her. "But I must ask you two things: why did you come to seek a kindred in LA when there're plenty of them in the UK, and why didn't you ask for someone more powerful?"

Again... Dumbledore had expected me to say that. Ok, point taken: I decided not to worry about it and just keep moving. Thinking about those things only made them more frustrating, after all. "There aren't any Tremere in London and the fact that I had first acquired that ring in LA had given me the first opportunity I had ever had to talk with one of your clan."

I was about to repeat my second question, but there was no need. "About your power... Your clan's council would never had approved an elder to go to the front lines. Just when I was going to give up, your regent told me you were nearly fully fledged and had a good amount of combat experience. Quite odd, if I may say. Could you explain how much you know about the subject?"

"I was-"Dumbledore's face showed genuine curiosity, it was really appealing to just tell him everything he wanted to know." -Embraced out of the clan's pyramid. My sire didn't ask permission to embrace me, so he was considered a traitor and killed instantly." Both humans were completely silent, awaiting to hear my story. I preferred to summarize it, since it was very long. "I was spared, but deserved no place amongst my clan. I started working for the local Prince, doing some deliveries here and there."

McGonagall seemed to want to ask which deliveries I was doing, but I cut her off and continued. "It turned out the Prince -Sebastian Lacroix- was blinded by power, and wanted to get more by diablerising an Antediluvian kindred which was sleeping inside an ancient sarcophagus. I didn't know that, but I was gathering my clues and getting suspicious."

This time, the woman had to stop me. "What's this diablerie and the Antediluvian you are talking about?" Of course, humans don't know about Gehenna (the vampires' version for the Apocalypse)...

I tried to appease her curiosity without touching the subject. "Diablerie is what we call when a kindred drains dry another kindred. It gives the drainer the victim's full powers, but it's seen as humans see cannibalism. A diablerist's punishment is death."

"So, Lacroix tried to have you killed... The Blood Hunt, perhaps?" The old man was as smart as I first thought he was. I nodded. Professor McGonagall seemed to be satisfied with my answers by then.

So far, so good. Previous experience told me it was wiser to show interest in the task others wanted you to do and agree with payment later. "Now, the assistance you need... Tell me more about it."

"We'll provably need more from you than we can plan tonight..." Dumbledore, again, was the one to speak. "But, mostly, I will need you to help me find some objects that may be crucial to destroy Voldemort," Finding 'important' objects... Had done that before, but a Nosferatu should do it better. "enhancing Hogwarts' security spells with your thaumaturgy and, of course, any help you can give to defeat the Death Eaters will be very welcome."

Death Eaters? I had read that before... Oh, yes, Voldemort's servants. "You mean, hunt them down?" By the humans' faces, he didn't mean me to kill them or to hunt them as if they were animals, but they would allow me to do so. "Ok. No problem... As long as you don't ask for perfection, but my effort." Both humans nodded.

I took a glimpse at my watch: nine pm. I had to hurry and be acknowledged by the local Prince as soon as possible. "Who'll tell me when to come to Hogwarts?"

Dumbledore understood my worries, so he followed my cue to end the meeting. "Your contact will be Professor McGonagall. Until then, I'd recommend you to look on the books on the library behind you. They are, indeed, an interesting reading, if I may say so."

He gave me one of those glances that meant more than a thousand words and I immediately knew that what I'd find in them would be very useful for my staying in UK. I turned to have a closer look on the shelves behind me and heard a slapping sound. Maybe... No, when I glanced over the wizards, they were gone: that sound had to be the one a wizard does when apparating. I would remember it, just in case.

I exited the house, walked for three minutes to the east and took out my wand when nobody was looking. Holding it high in the sky, I saw a magical bus appear running out of nowhere. I had to thank the Nosferatu primogen for the accurate data his DVD contained.

I stepped out of the bus and waved goodbye to the driver. It was only a quarter past eleven, but I had returned home shortly after being accepted by Prince Nicklaus because I had some real work to do: I was sure I would have to end up faking as a wizard but I knew only so much about their world...

Dumbledore came out from the house I was supposed to protect, accompanied by a slim, tall boy, provably sixteen, who had a powerful aura for his age. I bent down and hid in the shadows. The boy was black haired and green eyed. He had a lightning scar on his forehead. I heard Dumbledore ask him to retrieve his invisibility cloak from the chest they were carrying with magic. Wait a moment: the old man had called him Harry!

I made sure I remembered his blood's smell just before they disappeared. Afterwards, and before returning into my new home, I heard a huge commotion coming from number four and peeked through the neighbor's living room: the Dursleys (a fat man, a horse-faced woman and a real, real fat boy) were all shouting and screaming.

From the few coherent things I could catch from their 'civilized conversation' (please, read this with especial irony) I managed to understand they considered anything related to magic (even it's name) as dangerous as a threat to their lives. "And I've got to protect such idiots? Haven't even started, and already hate the job." I returned home silently and made sure not a single sun beam would filter inside my bedroom before starting to study the wizarding culture.

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