I awoke to the sunlight coming through the crack between my heavy, black curtains. I looked at the clock and saw it was 1:30. Dumbledore said he'd be arriving at two. *Sigh* "I suppose I'd better get ready. Millie!" "Yes miss." I heard from my doorway. I turned and saw her covered in dust and blood. "Have you finished what I asked?" "All but the study, miss." "Don't worry about that room, Millie. Don't even touch it. In fact, lock the door to it. Now, go clean yourself up he'll be here soon." "Yes miss." I got out of bed and strode to my walk-in. I grabbed a pair of dark denim jeans and my red corset-like shirt. I went to my bathroom and got changed. I looked at myself in the mirror and applied my black eyeliner, the only makeup I ever where. I brushed out my shoulder length black hair making sure to show the electric blue streaks that were in it. I pinched and poked at my pale cheeks trying in vain to restore some lost humanity. I decided to put on some lip gloss to give my lips a slight red tint. 'I'm too short.' I thought examining my height. At 5'4", I either have to hover or get a step stool to get things higher than me. Most of the time I just hover. I went downstairs just as the doorbell rang. I opened the door to see Dumbledore and another man behind him. I raised my eyebrows at Dumbledore questioningly. He just gave me the same all-knowing smile he always does. I smiled back and allowed them passage into my house. I took a closer look at the man Dumbledore had brought with him. It was Remus Lupin, a werewolf I knew. I could smell it on him and I had read it in the Daily Prophet about two years ago. He knew I was a vampire. I could tell by the way he looked at me. "One would think you wouldn't be so judgmental, seeing as you have your own share of problems." I said to the stranger before me. "I didn't think you thought of your condition as a problem." He said smugly as he turned to face me. I narrowed my eyes. "I don't. Mine is not a condition, as it can't be cured. It is the cure." I told him smirking afterward. "How old were you when you were bitten?" Curiously he asked. "You mean when I was reborn? 16." "And how long ago was that?" "It will be 80 years next week. I remember like it was yesterday." "Weren't you frightened?" "I was terrified out of skin. But enough. What was it you wanted to talk about, Professor?" I looked from the werewolf to the wizard whom I called my confidant. "We have much to talk about, Keir. That is why I brought Remus to help me explain." "Why don't you both take a seat?" I said while walking to my sitting room. As they sat down, I noticed Remus looking a bit pale. "Would you like something to help you with that?" "And could you possibly have?" He asked looking curiously at me again. I smirked at him. "You'd be surprised. Millie!" She popped before me. "Yes miss." "Could you bring our guests and me something to drink? You know what I want. Make it warmer than usual please. What would you like Albus?" "Since when did you call me Albus and I'll have some mead." "Since you're sitting like a business man with a stick shoved up his arse. Mr. Lupin?" "I'll have mead as well. And call me Remus." He smiled at me. I smiled back. "Millie, could you also bring Remus" I smiled pointedly at him "my special potion?" Remus raised his eyebrows at Dumbledore. "She always did have a knack for experimenting with potions. What was that one you made at Hogwarts? He asked me. "You mean the one that took me my whole 4th year to make right?" "Yes that one." "That was my 'Revenge' potion as I call it. Never really did come up with a proper name." "I believe that name fits. I seem to remember Abraxas Malfoy being covered with boils." He gave a light chuckle. "Yes well, he shouldn't have tried to grope me. It just so happens he did that the day after it was perfected. On to further matters." Millie came back with the drinks and passed them out to all. You gladly sipped your blood wine, a drink you were proud of creating, while you watched Remus drink the potion he was brought without a word. You saw he instantly felt better. "Alright Professor, what's so important that you have to talk to me about?" "Keir, you know Lord Voldemort is on the rise. And I would like-" You cut him off. "I'm not joining that silly order of yours. I wouldn't join last time and I'm not joining now." "Wait a minute" Remus joined in "You mean you'd rather see him win?" He asked incredulously. "No I don't. I'm neutral. I could care less if he won or if you did. As long as my life isn't threatened, I'm fine with whoever wins." "Again you jump to conclusions, Rosalie" Dumbledore interjected. "Don't call me that! You know very well that is from a time long forgotten." "Not so forgotten, if I have struck a nerve." Remus watched on in amusement. 'If Keir is not her real name, then is Rosalie?' *Sigh* I heard from Dumbledore. "Keir, I need your help." "With what?" Your tone suddenly changed. He never asked for help directly. You just gave it. "I fear that Voldemort is more powerful this time and that Harry will not be able to defeat him." "You never spoke of this with me." Remus couldn't keep quiet any longer. Dumbledore went on. "I need you to keep an eye on him. He has a connection with Voldemort unlike any other." "I'll do what I can but I don't-" "Rose, I need you at Hogwarts." "Professor, I can't." "Why not, Rose? Think of it, you could finish school. I will provide you with blood, although I know you prefer human to animal." "On a scale of 1 to 10 how much do you need me?" "You're basing this on a scale! It's a matter of life or death for Harry. He's just a child." "I've already explained myself once. Don't make me do it again." You said dangerously. "And besides, he's not as much of a child as you think, Remus. He's put up with more than you'll ever know." "And I suppose you do?" "Yes I do. Because I've gone through the same thing!" At this, Remus sat down. "This is precisely why I need you, Keir. You know better than anyone and you haven't even met him. So I say the scale says 13." You sighed in exasperation then chuckled. He had said your favorite number. "Can I be in the same house I was?" The corners of your mouth turned upward into a smile. "Of course, Keir." He stood up to leave and Remus followed suit. "Oh Professor?" "Yes Keir." "Don't call me Rose." He smiled at you in that same fashion again. "Of course." You bade them both goodbye and wondered what you had gotten yourself into this time. You went into the sitting room and downed the rest of your blood wine. You spent the rest of the day looking for school things. You received an owl from McGonagall thanking you for your help and giving you a supply list for the upcoming terms. You'd get all that tomorrow. But now you were tired. "Millie!" You called from your bedroom. "Yes miss." She popped in front of you. "Go and pack your things. You're going to work in Hogwarts kitchen. I'm going back to school." "Yes miss. Millie is excited." She exited and you thought about the day you got her. You had found her in a back alley way after finishing a meal. She was shivering. She looked up at you frightened. "Don't worry. I'm not going to eat you. Where are your masters?" You inquired. "I don't have any anymore." She said downtrodden. "Well how about I be your master then? My place is a mess." She studied me for a moment. "Do you mean it?" "Yeah sure. Come on. Let's get you out of the cold." And ever since then she's been there through it all. 'She knows me better than anyone.' I laid down and went to sleep, knowing I'd need all my strength for tomorrow.