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Chapter 2: Information

To say that I had any idea the effects that that night would have on my life would be giving me much more credit than was due. I had not the slightest idea what had just happened or why; but I was soon going to find out.

"Miss Bennett," the tall, balding man offered me his hand and I accepted, being pulled to my feet. "We were never properly introduced- My name is David Oxford, I work in the Department of Mysteries and I am certainly not mad by any standards- unless you call risking my life to save yours mad." At this last statement my cheeks gained a bit of color.

"Yeah… I…erm…Thank you for saving back ther-" I stopped and looked around severely confused, "did I pass out or something? How did we get here? Which is where exactly?"

"We have an assortment of things we must discuss, however we must wait for-" He cut off as the door swung open and a man with a severely scarred face and false swirling eyeball limped into the room with vigor followed by an enthusiastic short, pink haired woman. "Moody, thanks for coming- Tonks, what are you doing here? It is of the utmost importance that this remains secre-"

"Are you really the slayer?!?" Tonks practically came running over to me and started talking so fast I almost didn't understand, "I've read so much about you (AH)! When I was young I used to pretend that I was fighting vampires in the backyar-"

"Nyphadora!" Moody growled and Tonks immediately stopped, grimaced and stepped back a couple feet. "From what I understand she has no idea what you are talking about anyway."

Tonks turned to Moody and gave an inquisitive look; then without a single change in expression from the scarred man she turned back to me, "Wait! You must be… Then it's true" she turned back to Moody, "How did she die?"

"What?" I awoke from my trance- unable to decipher the conversation until the mention of death. "Who died? And what does it have to do with me? And," I turned to Tonks, "Why do you think I am this 'slayer'? and vampires? You're kidding, right?"

"Maybe you should sit down…"

It was then that Moody explained the succession of vampire slayer; after one's death the next was predestine and passed the magical abilities necessary to slay vampires.

"Times have changed a bit, you see," Moody continued, "There isn't much need for you as in olden times, see vampires aren't really so much a threat anymore."

"Yes, they have learned to revere our magical abilities" David Oxford explained further, "and we have been living peacefully for ages now; I mean don't get me wrong, there are always a few rogue ones but that would be where you come in."

"Where I come in? You want me to become a killer?" I was astonished by what they were explaining- it took Moody a few flicks of his wand to convince me of magic- but vampires too? Not to mention killing them! "And what about my life? I have a family, friends- I can't just up and leave because you want me to!"

"I don't think you are understanding me properly- you wouldn't have to leave at all; just a few nightly prowls in various locations we give you is all we ask. I don't know if you remember, but without us and this tidbit of information you wouldn't be living to experience tomorrow" David's voice had resumed its harsher tone of that day.

It was harsh, but true. Thinking back, what they were asking of me was not overly strenuous considering this fact. I wasn't exactly sure what to say so I sat in silence for a moment. When I finally spoke, it was to resume question asking, only this time with a little more respect. "How do I do it? Slay, that is. I'm not that strong or agile-" not to mention I was a complete klutz…

I met David's eyes once more only now they were softer. When he spoke his voice echoed one of understanding and comfort. "I know this can't be easy for you… What is that muggle saying? Life throws you curvy balls?- yes that's it… but you must persevere! ("Constant vigilance!" Moody exclaimed) Sure you will have to train a bit, but it will come naturally- it does to all slayers. This is one thing, however that must stay between the three of us- no one can know who you are…" His voice changed yet again, only this time eager. "It is imperative that you understand this!"

"Why?" This confused me. "I thought I was helping wizards and mug..muggles? Why can't they know I am here to help them?"

There was a loud crack outside the door, I turned to look at the door but then I was mulled from the side, there was another pop and claustrophobic feeling.

I was outside my house, on the ground, alone. Wonderful, I thought, no instruction and by myself again. As I lifted myself from the ground, I examined my surroundings- I saw something in the distance, next to the mailbox. I approached it with caution and all at once every emotion I had ever felt hit me like a 3- ton anvil to the chest. I fell to ground once more, tears running from my eyes, choking back vomit and began to morn the murder of my parents.

A/N- Ah! So sad- but necessary…Please read and review- Sirius comes in next chapter!!