To Ms. Glinda Goode 11 July 2011

Boston, Massachusetts, USA

Dear Ms. Goode,

Having heard heard of your excellent reputation as an operative and trainer for the International Bureau of Magical Security. It is my great honor to, on behalf of it's staff invite you to come to the United Kingdom as the newest faculty member for The Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft. We would like you to take over the Defense Against the Dark Arts Department.

For the last one thousand years Hogwarts has been shaping the young minds of wizarding Britain.

The ministry of magic and the headmistress of Hogwarts feel that your unique qualifications and experiences would be a great benefit to our school. Hogwarts will provide living quarters, supplies and a generous salary. We eagerly await your reply, we ask that you make your decision before the first of August. Sincerely,

Harry J. Potter

head Auror

Ministry of Magic

London, England

The second piece of mail I'd received that day was a letter from the Bureau congratulating me on my "retirement." Someone had decided that International Aurors couldn't stay in the field after 40, I'd been a trainer for two years, and was tire of dealing with clueless bureaucrats and rookies who didn't know any better. I'd heard good things about Hogwarts, and I knew I could use a change of scenery. I grabbed a piece of parchment and sat down to compose a reply to Mr Potter.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

My first view of England was of the roof of the Ministry of Magic. The international portkey terminal of the Ministry of Magic, to be exact. "Ms Glinda Goode, I presume", said the attractive gentleman standing in front of me. His lanky form, unruly black hair , and thick glasses gave me the first clue to his identity. I'd seen pictures of "The boy who'd lived" when I'd been on assignment in Europe. Although the face had matured, he was still recognizable.

"Mr Potter, I presume?" I said with a smile.

He smiled back and nodded, then offered his hand for a shake. "It's a great pleasure to meet you," he said as we shook hands. "If you'd follow me to the lift, we can get you settled, we've arranged for a room for you tonight at the Leaky Cauldron. I've taken the liberty of opening a vault for you at Gringotts, and I've arranged for transportation for you to Hogwarts on Tuesday Morning. Headmistress MacGonagle thought you might like a day to get yourself settled before the students arrive on Thursday. Also, if you'd like I've arranged an escort around Diagon Alley for you, this afternoon."

"That would be great, actually. Mr Potter."

"Please, call me Harry."

"Only, if you'll call me Glinda" I had to ask the BIG question. "Harry, how many people know about my background, what I am."

"Personally," he said rubbing his chin "you look more like a 'who' than a 'what' to me. Professor MacGonagle knows, as does a few of your fellow staff. I'm afraid most of the Aurors department knows about the 'dragon witch'. You're a bit of a legend among Aurors in these parts."

Oh lovely, I thought to myself, Just what I need.

"Professor MacGonagle was quite intrigued when I explained your history. She was amazed that someone who had been the victim of such dark magic was able to rebuild her life and recover her career.

She's also quite curious to know how thoroughly the dragon DNA has infiltrated your system. I explained that the changes were cosmetic in nature. She is very curios to meet you. Our head dragonologist knows about your history as well, actually he's your escort this afternoon. He's also my borther-in-law,

Charlie Weasley.

"I've heard the name" I said. Lovely, I thought, another 'expert' to study the 'Dragon Witch".

Back in 1994, on my second mission for the Bureau, I'd been sent to a small island off Indonesia, to investigate and gather intelligence on a wizard known as Pierre Remeau. He was attempting to create a dragon/human hybrid using dark wizardry, and some rather diabolical muggle technology. I'd been sent as reconnaissance to determine if the international Aurors needed to get involved. I'd been captured on my second day on the island. Remeau's first three test subjects hadn't survived his experiments. He didn't want to waste any more of his assistants, I went from being their prisoner to becoming 'project #4'.

Remeau had captured and dissected an Antipodean Opaleye from New Zealand. He used tissue from the dragon for his experiments. He'd gotten about a third of the way through what he'd planned with me, before a second team of Aurors came on to the island, shut down his operation, and rescued me. I was lucky, had he succeeded I don't think that either of us would've survived.

Harry was right, most of the changes were just cosmetic, my once brown hair had taken on the pearly sheen of the dragon's scales, my skin bleached pale white. I didn't mind those changes, although, my hair was now uncuttable, I had to wear it in a braided knot on top of my head, when it was down it almost reached my knees. However, when I smiled, I scared muggle children, I'd been called a "vampire" a few times, I hated it. I had to wear heavily tinted glasses, there's a reason the dragonologists called the creature "opaleye." Had I not been a witch (wizards and witches are used to weird sh... I mean stuff)

I'd be screwed.