Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way shape or form. I do not claim to own him or anything else that may in fact be the thought of the lovely writer Jo Rowling is, please don't sue me. I do however own all original characters in whole or in part that appear in this story. This story is not HBP compliant, though quite a few things are taken from that book; again I own nothing except for the plot and original characters. Thank you for reading! –Gypsy Jade

Summary: Not fully HBP compliant. Harry starts having strange dreams and they all end the same, with unearthly silver eyes haunting him. Something is going on and for the first time in the last 10 years if not the history of Hogwarts two new teachers grace Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Author's Note: My dears, I'm a bit saddened that you have not taken up my challenge; what could Yamele possibly be? LOL I'm looking forward to your guesses. To my darling The Thirteenth Sapphire: you changed your name and I almost didn't recognize you LOL Ironically I'm not as upset as you'd think I'd be because I don't have more reviews, simply because the reviews that I have are sincere. I dedicate this chapter to you again for being a loyal reader and always bringing a smile to my face.Sorry it's a little on the short side my dears but you'll understand why I had to start a new chapter later, promise.

Chapter 10

Things aren't always what they seem…

"No offense Yamele, but I don't think any of these books are going to help…" Harry set another book down. They had been looking for costume ideas for about an hour, amidst all the books they found common ground to talk about. Harry learned that Yamele was now an only child; she had a half sister who was killed back in Romania before she had been born. He also learned that Yamele's parents had died when she was only 1 and that Remus had agreed to take care of her once he had finished schooling at Hogwarts which was why Harry's parents had helped. In fact, with the exception of Pettigrew, even Sirius had a hand in looking after Yamele. It was at his house that she stayed while they finished their last year.

"I think you're right Harry. Though I was more or less thinking if Dumbledore insists on having this Masquerade ball in my "honor" I'd rather not be one of 50 Juliet's or Venus' walking around" she closed the wizard copy of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet and rubbed her eyes. This was when how very close in age they were honestly hit Harry, as he watched her there; by all means she looked like she could have been another student.

"Yamele; why did you come to teach at Hogwarts this year?" Taken slightly aback by his question it took a minute or two for Yamele to answer; a minute that spoke volumes.

"Defense is something I know a lot about; it just seemed that Hogwarts needed me..." She sighed and moved back to sit next to him, as if uneasy with her own answer.

"That isn't the only reason is it?" A soft smile graced her porcelain face and once again Harry's jade eyes were met with liquid mercury orbs. Gently Yamele traced her fingertips over Harry's face, lingering slightly on his scar.
"It isn't but I can't tell you why until you've figured out what I am, and you fully trust me" Without much thought Harry cupped her hand to his face and watched as the emotions flitted over her features.
"But I do trust you, I don't know why. But I feel safe with you, even though I know...I saw..." Yamele raised an eyebrow as Harry trailed away; he hadn't meant to bring up what he had seen over the summer. He hadn't told anyone but...Remus!

"Yamele when was the last time you talked to Remus?" Her eyes narrowed slight as if to say that she was unhappy he changed the subject, but answered his question anyway.

"This morning via floo, he will be here for the Hogsmeade weekend coming up." He still hadn't let go of her hand and she trailed her nail along his skin as if to remind him.

"I do trust you, without knowing what you are" Yamele's eyes looked into his and for a moment he wondered if she knew Legimancy.

"Things, Harry, are not always what they seem...Come on it's passed curfew let's get you back to Gryffindor tower." Finally tugging her hand out of his she stood, when he saw it, peeking over the edge of her pants...a rose intertwined in thorny vines.

The walk to Gryffindor tower was relatively quiet; it was however, a comfortable silence, which gave Harry plenty of time to think over the time he had spent with her. He couldn't quite place it, but there was something about her, that was forcing his instincts to react. Harry was the first to admit that he was somewhat hopeless with girls, and yet with Yamele he didn't second guess himself, he just seemed to know. He watched her as they walked down the corridors, how the moon seemed to reflect through her hair and off of her skin. Instead of giving her an ethereal appearance, it only made her seem that much more real to Harry. Leading him to the Fat Lady's portrait Yamele smiled as she turned to him, a piece of her dark hair falling in her face.

"Good night Harry, feel free to stop by again" without thinking he reached up and pushed her hair back behind her ear, he had never felt something so smooth.

"I know it's a little odd, but would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me Yamele?" Laughing a bit, and with a very subtle blush creeping across her cheeks, Harry couldn't help but grin as she leaned in and kissed his cheek softly.

"I would...if it's okay with your friends and Remus; I know he was looking forward to speaking with you" Deciding so far being bold hadn't been such a bad thing, Harry leaned in and meaning to kiss her cheek as well found that he had kissed her lips.

"Good night Yamele, I'll be sure to stop by soon." Silently thanking Merlin that the portrait entrance had been open and the Fat Lady had missed the exchange, Harry almost missed the blush deepening on his Defense against the Dark Arts teacher in his haste to get into the Common Room.