Summary- The Volturi are in need of a human secretary after dispatching their last and Harriet was in need of a job to support her son and herself. She plays the oblivious human in face of the vampires and they try to stop themselves from being completely drawn into the fascinating human. The rule stands though, even if they are vampires, she will be the best secretary they've ever had.

Warnings- No beta and therefore many mistakes, apologies.

Chapter One- Volterra.

It was a beautiful little town, Volterra. A small sidled away community in Tuscany, Italy with its very own personal atmosphere but close enough to other larger towns so as to not have it sitting out in the middle of nowhere. Harry would have even thought the place magical if she didn't already know that witches and wizards simply did not exist in this particular dimension.

It didn't necessarily mean there were not supposedly mythical creatures lurking around the shadows of this world. Not at all, she had come across one of the very few children of the moon left to know that vampires existed here. Nothing like the ones in her own world who were admittedly kitten-like in the face of these ones. They were faster, stronger, beautiful and supposedly their skin cells where crystalline in nature causing them to refract light in the same way a diamond would. In lay mans terms, they sparkled and filtered sunlight through their perfectly prismatic cells to separate spectral color; they made rainbows.

Which just brought on a whole series of questions, like, how is it that they were able to move when their bodies were basically carbon forms? They were practically diamonds, walking compressed carbon. Harry had never been the type to research religiously- that being Hermione's forte- but the absurdity of their very existence nagged on her conscious- and she was like a dog with a bone when her curiosity was peaked. Unlike shape shifters- who also existed- and the werewolves, vampires involved more science in their creation than the other creatures.

Their eye color was another anomaly. Harry understood that their venom leeches all pigmentation from their skin which resulted in an extremely pale, almost sickly pallor but why were their eyes red? It didn't make sense because a pigment-less iris was clear and the lowest from of pigmentation in the eye resulted in a blue coloring, not red. Their was absolutely no reason to have red eyes, it did nothing for them other than to give away their species.

Ridiculous.

She didn't even want to get started on the supposedly vegetarian vampires. I mean, golden eyes?

Their venom could petrify dust.

That was a whole other topic that she would gladly get into if she could actually understand it.

Though now that she thought about it maybe the venom was the reason they could move. Did the venom lubricate cells? But if venom were to replace bodily fluids why couldn't a vampire cry? Sure tears lubricated the eyes to protect them from debris that wouldn't bother a vampire but venom replaced saliva and the main reason for saliva was to break down food for digestion which vampires didn't do because they didn't eat any solid food. Also did that mean that there was still venom just sitting in their veins, having replaced blood and without a heart to pump it around? Creepy.

Vampires here, never slept. Not because they didn't want to but because they literally could not. That had to be horrible, sleeping was like dying without the commitment. They couldn't die through conventional means either. Decapitation and a good bonfire worked quite well, but no, they really just didn't die. Not that she was one to talk, that would be rather hypocritical considering her own situation. Harry was almost twenty-five and she still looked like the eighteen year old that snapped an ancient wand only to find it in perfect condition on her bedside the next day, along with two other objects of considerable value.

To be fair though, she figured that when she reached her mid-life crisis she would be thankful for that aspect. What she didn't like was the fact that no one would take her seriously and that officers of the law were constantly questioning her ability to take care of her own god-child. Harry took immense pleasure in shoving photo I.D in their faces only to watch said faces crumple in confusion. Her diminutive height didn't help.

The law got involved, she got involved, which involved going to university and studying business and law.

Hence her being the perfect secretary.

Hence the reason she was in Volterra, because school was over and now she needed a job.

Hence the reason she was thinking about vampires and how ridiculous yet dangerous they were. Like clowns that you hired for your child's tenth birthday only to find out they're a bunch of murdering psychopaths.

Volterra didn't seem like the kind of place you should be wary of with it's beautifully built houses made of sienna, all huddled together and situated on a hill side with roads made of ancient bricks, luscious greenery sprouting through cracks of building materials. It was all very picture perfect and Harry hadn't even batted a lash when the job over seas was given to her for a very high client. That is until a work friend of hers searched up the place on the internet- having never even heard of it- and laughingly stated that she would be safe from vampire attacks.

Volterra, the safest place in the world from vampire attacks.

That was what this cute little town was known for and instantly Harry knew that this place was going to be swarming with leeches. She couldn't turn the job down, it was the kind that would pay for the best kind of life for her son and herself. No one went missing from Volterra which she assumed meant that while vampires roamed it's streets, feeding in the area was a no go. So she and Teddy would be fine.

Professionalism was key here. Get in the building, push papers around and get out with pay. Play the oblivious human, don't draw attention and when she fulfilled the contracts terms she would take her son and get a job far, far, far away from Italy.

Heidi-or so Gianna informed me- was insanely gorgeous, the kind of beautiful that made you want to question your own female self worth but Harry remained unintimidated. Her self confidence was well justified because once upon a time, Heidi was like every other mere pretty mortal to walk the earth. Now-a-days she seemed to be a vampire, a vampire that was making her way towards her.

She was dressed in a red vinyl dress that acted as a second skin, hugging every perfect plane of her body. The dress revealed not a patch of white skin from neck to below the knee caps where it modestly ended but was so tight she might as well have been naked. The rest of her long slim legs were covered in dark stocking and paired with equally dark stilettos and brown fur-lined gloves. Mahogany hair spilled over one shoulder in a waterfall of perfect curls that complimented the red painted lips that pulled up in a polite smile as she approached, her violet eyes watching Harry curiously as she spoke to Gianna, one of three administration workers.

"You called, Gianna?" Though her tone was polite it was clear Heidi did not hold any warm feelings for the Italian human, treating her more as a fly on the wall that was to be ignored at all times.

Gianna did not seem to be so indifferent to the beautiful woman as she dipped her head in respect and while keeping her eyes on Heidi's face, did not initiate eye contact. "Heidi." She greeted, "This is the new secretary that is replacing Steffani."

It shouldn't have surprised her that she would be working with vampires though she wondered if Gianna knew about their nature. Harry hadn't been informed so she assumed she was to be kept in the dark, thankfully. It was the old Potter luck at work once more, though it seemed it was always at play.

Heidi's contact covered eyes focused on her once more and Harry felt a sort of compulsion fall over her like mist, the sort that insisted she wanted to do anything and everything to make the vampiress happy but it was easily batted away and Harry remained clear eyed. "I see, well, it is a pleasure to meet you Miss..." She trailed off.

"Harriet Lupin. I hope to get along well Heidi, if I may call you that." The witch introduced herself as she moved to give Heidi's hand a quick shake, glad she chose to wear gloves herself when an icy cold could be felt through the two layers of fabric.

"Of course, we are all friends here at Piazza dei Priorri." She was a wonderful actress, if Harry hadn't known the very best of liars she may have believed her. "I think I shall bring you to the masters, your new bosses. It was a shame when Steffani left though for the best, she made too many mistakes. Master Aro was rather disappointed when we had to let her go."

Harry could only bet he was but was perfectly content to play oblivious, it was none of her business. The vampire world, was not hers. "Of course, I shall have to offer my condolences."

Heidi walked in a way that bordered on arrogance, if a walk could be considered arrogant, hips swinging from side to side in an exaggerated way as her heels clicked loudly against the hard floors, Harry's own black heels clicking behind her. Her mahogany hair swung in time with her hips and her gait suggested that no one in the world was capable of denying her anything she wanted but she had been polite so Harry would not hold it against her.

Harry was led down the dark corridors until they passed through a heavy set of doors into what looked like a mix between a throne room and an archive. Three decorative chairs were situated in the far reaches of the room, the only place where sunlight from above ground filtered through and upon tables of simple brown wood lay scrolls of parchment and papyrus, all of varying ages, though none below the age of a century.

Three men dressed in finely tailored suits of black lingered around a table to the left, heads bent to peruse the ancient texts. Harry wasn't stupid, she knew they must have heard her coming since the moment she entered the clock tower, her heart- with the exception of the three human secretaries- was apparently the only one still beating in these halls.

Slowly their heads lifted from their reading material to settle on her. The three of them were god-like in appearance, as was the case with all vampires and if Harry were a lesser being she might have collapsed at the sheer intensity of the attraction that welled up in her from only a single glance. As it were, Harry was the savior of the wizarding world, a girl who had thwarted dark lords since she was a babe and on a more conscious level, since she was eleven and therefore did nothing but smile bleakly at them.

"Ah, look brothers, Heidi has brought us a guest." The raven haired one spoke, his voice a happy whisper as he brought the tips of his fingers up to gently press against horribly soft looking lips that she knew would be cold and marble like. "A pretty thing." He murmured softly, red eyes trained intensely on her. Harry suspected this was normal though, so she quickly wrote it off.

"Remarkably young." Came the raspy yet monotonous voice of the eldest looking one, he wasn't looking at her though but rather the air surrounding her and it was enough to have Harry feel distinctly uncomfortable. She didn't know if he was gifted or not but she tightened her mental shields just in case, watching for a reaction from him and when there was none, she still couldn't shake the discomfort.

"A woman." Sneered the final, his hair like snow brushed the tips of his shoulders and a disdainful expression accompanied the obviously sexist remark.

This was a nightmare.