"How is she doing?" a rough voice said. Everything was black, but occasionally I could make out strange blurs.
"I don't know," a female voice said. "I think she'll be up soon, she's drifting in and out of consciousness more often now." From my irregular blurred vision, I learned that the female voice belonged to the pink haired woman. She was the only woman here along with about five men. A dark haired person was here quiet a lot. I sensed he was my 'guard' or something.

I was bored and tired and my stomach felt empty. I tried to force my eyes open, and surprisingly, they did. Everything was still blurry, but after a few moments, my eyes came into focus. I shut them quickly as the brightness was too much, and then opened them again slowly.
I was in a fairly small and shabby room. The green wall paper was torn and the furniture chipped and worn. I looked around at my companions to find three very different people staring at me.

The pink haired woman was the nearest. She had a kind face, but she was staring at me defensively. She was frowning and was holding a small stick towards me, like a wand or something.
The dark haired man I had seen before was hot! He didn't really have an obvious beauty but he looked rugged and fun. Sadly, he looked quite old and was glaring at me the same way the woman was. He too was holding a stick.
As was the other man in the room. He was standing up against the far wall studying me excessively. He was quite tall and his skin was covered in scars. But the strangest thing was his eye. It was huge and seemed to be taped to his head. He looked just like Mad Eye Moody in the Harry Potter films, but scarier.

"She's Awake!" he shouted out of the door. He had a deep Scottish accent and I think he was the voice I heard when I woke up.
We stared at each other awkwardly for a few moments before three more men joined us: they sexy guy from the ally way (but unfortunately he was old too) a greasy man with a hooked nose and an old man with a long beard. Suddenly it all clicked into place and I began to laugh.

But I had to stop suddenly as the pain in my neck became unbearable.
"Oww," I cried, putting my hand to it. It had been bandaged and cleaned. The six of them studied me carefully as I regained my composure.

"You've got to be shitting me?" I said, staring at each of them in turn. They all stared at me confused. "Is this some hidden camera show?" I asked. I slowly stood up, ignoring the pains shooting though my body telling me to lie down, and hobbled around the room. I waved my arms around and stopped at a large painting of a woman. Her eyes were beady; there was definitely a camera hidden in them.
"Hello Ashton Kutcher, or Ant and Dec or whoever the host is," I stopped waving my arms as they stared to ache and turned around to face them.
They all still had faces of stone, except for 'Tonks' and 'Sirius Black' (I think) who looked amused.

"So Dumbles," I smiled, strolling over to him. "Was it Cher? You can tell me. I won't tell anyone."
His face was still hard and he gestured toward the sofa I was lying on earlier. "Please sit." His voice was soft, but it wasn't a request, it was a command.
"No thanks," I said brightly. I tried to lift up his beard, to see if it was fake.
As soon as I touched him, I flew back on to the sofa. I held my neck in pain as the fast motion had given me whip lash. I tried to stand back up, but it was as though I was glued to the chair. I could not move.
"Thank you Severus" 'Dumbledore' said with a hint of sarcasm. I looked at the Snape impersonator and saw he still has his wand pointed at me. Bastard.

"Now," Dumbledore said, stepping toward me. He took out his own wand and flicked it slightly. A glass of water came zooming towards me. I stared at it with wide eyes and looked around the room. I grabbed the floating glass and saw that no strings we attached to it. Maybe this wasn't a TV show at all.
"What is your name?" Dumbledore asked me.
"Alyssa Brady," I said, too surprised to lie or make a snarky comment.

"Now Alyssa, where do you come from? And how is it you ended up in the company of a vampire on Saturday night?" I put my hand to my wound, but he smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, we managed to heal you. Although you may experience some Vampire characteristics from time to time."
"Oh ermm. Thanks," I said, unsure of what to say. We sat in silence for a little while before I remembered that he had asked me a question.
"Oh right," I said hurriedly, hitting my hand off my head. "Honestly, I have no idea how I ended up in that Alleyway." It was the truth. Between Biology on Wednesday and being bitten by the vampire, it's completely blank.

I thought hard about the pain and fright I went through with the vampire. No one would do that for a TV show. Maybe I had been transported into the books in a dream or something. That must be it. I may as well go along with it all.

"What can you remember?" Remus Lupin asked me kindly. His eyes were so sweet and cute. I swear he wasn't this hot in the book. I smiled back at him, before realizing I looked creepy.
"I don't know, it's all fuzzy," I said, shaking my head for dramatic effect. "I think I live in America, in an orphanage. I go to Salem too, but I'm unsure." I'm such a good liar. I read somewhere that the Salem Witch Institute was really private, so I may just get away with it. Nice plan Ally.

"Why do you have a posh English accent than" Sirius asked me. Bad plan Ally.
"I was born here. But then my parents were killed... By Death Eaters," I looked down and pretended to look sad.

"What were their names?" Mad Eye Moody asked me suspiciously.
"Cara and Daniel," I lied, perfectly. "They were muggles though."
"That's such a shame. I'm sorry for your loss," Tonks said, sitting beside me.

"Nymphadora she could be a Death Eater," Mad Eye hissed, not even bothering to be discreet. I looked up at him and glared, as did Tonks.
"Sweet Jesus, how many times! Don't call me Nymphadora," she said venomously. Her hair turned red and I grinned at it appreciatively. She saw me and smiled back. "Seriously though, she couldn't be a Death Eater; unless their recruiting teenage muggle-borns in sweet polka dot dresses. Which by the way i love," she muttered to me. I loved her already.

Mad Eye went into a long rant about it being 'a trap' and they should 'keep up their guard', to which Tonks just rolled her eyes.
When he paused for breath Sirius cut in. "when's your birthday Alyssa?"

"First of September," I smiled. I loved being the oldest in my year. It gave me a strange sense of power.
"How old are you?" he asked curiously.
I went to answer 'eighteen', a bad habit I've formed from when people ask me in bars, but I managed to stop myself. I tried to work out how old Harry, Ron and Hermione would be, and I was certain they were fourteen.
"Fourteen," I lied. Sirius smiled sadly.
"Oh you're in the year below Harry then," he muttered, but then went quiet as he thought I didn't know what he was talking about.
I did of course and was cursing on the inside. But Ginny was in the year below, and Luna, one of the most amazing characters ever. This wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Do you have a wand?" Dumbledore asked me. I pretended to look in my pockets and then feigned upset when I 'couldn't find it.'
"You must have lost it in the attack," Tonks said kindly. "She can get a new one from Olivanders, right?" she asked Dumbledore.

He stared at me for a moment and then nodded slowly. "But not just yet," he added. He finally moved from his place by the door and began to pace. "You understand how hard this situation is for us. We do not know who is friend or foe, but you seem innocent enough and we can't just leave you on the streets. And personally... I like you," he said conversationally. I grinned up at him. "However, if there is any inkling of you being against us, you're out." his soft voice stopped me from shaking and blushing. His threats somehow seemed kind, but still had an edge to them.
"I understand," I said, looking deep into his blue eyes. "Thank you."

I looked around the room and saw Tonks and Sirius looking very happy I would be staying. Lupin was hard to read, however the other weren't and I could tell that neither Mad Eye nor Snape wanted me there.
I could understand Mad Eye's motives. He was an Auror, he'd been through a lot. And if my calculations were correct, we were somewhere in The Order of The Phoenix, the fifth book, which meant he had just gotten out of the trunk he had spent a year in after being kidnapped by a Death Eater.
Snape, on the other hand, was just being mean. There was no need to glue me to this chair. I probably would have stayed still. I glared at him again, before realizing that an awkward silence was looming over us.

"So what's the date?" I asked no one in particular.
"Saturday the second of July, I think," Sirius answered unsure. "1995." He added after a pause. 1995? I was only a baby in Ninety Five, this was too strange.
My legs started to hurt slightly, so tried I stood up to walk around a bit, but I was still stuck to the moth attacked sofa.

"Would you mind?" I asked, wriggling to show that I could not move. Dumbledore raised his wand and I was able to move again. I stood up triumphantly.
"I bet you're wandering who we are?" he asked me, when I had begun to walk around and stretch my legs. I nodded, in fake interest.
"I am Albus Dumbledore. I am the leader of The Order of the Phoenix (a movement against Death Eaters and protecting others) and I am also the Head Master at Hogwarts." As he spoke, his eyes twinkled. He seemed to have become more relaxed when it had been established that I probably wasn't a Death Eater.
"Just call me Tonks," my new pink haired friend said from the sofa. "I'm an Auror and the newest here." She smiled at me warmly.
They then went around the room introducing themselves in turn, some with less enthusiasm with others.

After giving his introduction which consisted of 'Severus Snape…' he gave a sneering look around the room before departing quickly, his black cloak flying around him.
"Git," Sirius muttered. I giggled quietly as the others pretended not to hear.
Dumbledore and Mad Eye waited for a few more minutes before leaving too, so just me, Sirius, Tonks and Lupin remained.

We stared at each other awkwardly again.
"Can you really not remember anything?" Sirius asked me, looking amused.
"Honestly," I said, holding up my hands. "One minute I was at home, and the next I was in some weird alleyway."
He grinned. "Just had to ask." He stood up and walked towards the door motioning me to follow him; Lupin and Tonks came too.

The hallway was as shabby as the room we just came from, if not worse. The wallpaper was pealing, the carpet was torn and the paintings eyes seemed to follow you around.
"Dumbledore's kind of put me in charge of you, and it's my only real job, so I'm going to do it right," Sirius said, sounding annoying and dejected.
"Wait, she's staying here?" Lupin said, looking at me skeptically. With Mad Eye and Snape, it annoyed me, but with Lupin I didn't care. He was hot. "What about her family?"

"Weren't you listening?" Tonks said, standing next to me protectively. "She doesn't have any and she lives in an orphanage. Besides, that Vampire got away. He has her taste and could easily comeback and finish her off."
"Really?" I asked, worried. I was so confused. All these vampires behaved differently. You have The Cullen's who sparkle, Damon and Stefan who can control people, and Dracula who… ok, I never really understood Dracula that well, it was too long and boring, but he did something.
"He's drank from you and almost turned you," Sirius said. "Normally they can control and locate their prodigies, but we still don't know what the full effects are."
"Plus, Vampire's like a challenge," Tonks added. "We haven't seen the last of him."
I gulped loudly, while they all laughed.

"Don't worry," Lupin said kindly. "He's immortal which means he has no sense of time. He won't show up for at least a few Years. You'll be fine."
I smiled at him gratefully and went through the door which Sirius had said was my room. It seemed cleaner than the other rooms, but it was still very old. There were two dressers, two mirrors and two beds.

"I don't need two beds you know," I smirked. "I'm not that fat."
"Well…" Sirius said jokingly. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"You'll be sharing with another girl, Ginny Weasley, when she gets here in a few weeks. We'll need to put another bed in for when Hermione gets here," Lupin said to Sirius.

I walked over and sat down on one of the beds. I looked at my playsuit and saw it torn and bloodstained.
"We'll borrow you some clothes until we can get some of your own. They may be men's though," Tonks said, following my gaze onto my ruined outfit.
"Oh well," I said, lying down. "It beats looking like I've just escaped a massacre."

My eyes began to drift as I started to fall asleep. The room began to fade black as I watched Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Tonks leave my room.
This was one cool dream.

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The Weasley's arrive next chapter and I have some 'plans' for them…
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