"So you're telling me to run into a wall?" Edward looked forward, glaring at platform 9 ¾.
"I'm not telling you. I'm suggesting it. That is, if you'd really like to hide." Luna dreamily smiled at the tall, pale, and very handsome vampire.
It's a brick wall.
Edward tensed his jaw and rewound the events of the past few hours.
Great. The minute he lands in London he runs into this eerily beautiful girl. A year around Bella prepared him against humans that blocked thoughts. It didn't prepare him for this.
Luna Lovegood was skipping around the streets when she ran straight into him. Edward actually staggered back at the impact. No scent, no strength, and definitely no allure. She looked at him like he was just another ordinary guy.
"I'm Luna. You're not Cedric. Would you like a cloak?" were her first words.
"What the hell." was his first reply.
"Here." the petite gray eyed girl ignored his profanity, and gently offered him a cloak.
"This is George's. I'm sure he won't mind once he meets you!" Her gray eyes warningly glanced at the clouds. They were about to let the sun in.
That's how it all began.
Without another word Edward accepted the black cloak that she saved for this 'George Weasley.' He solemnly followed the hopping young mystery. Rather, he was dragged. Luna grabbed his hand to skip straight toward a crowded train station.
Did the plane somehow crash and he was dead? There's no way this little blonde girl with the milky gray eyes could drag around a vampire. Especially him.
It crashed. He's a goner. Why? She didn't have a scent. And she was kinda cute (he tried to deny that bit).
Or he survived. Against his own nature Edward decided to follow Luna; hoping the mysterious girl could direct him to a discreet place to hide. He hoped she would take him to a place with friends that probably didn't have a scent either. If leaving Bella for her own good made sense, then this plan was perfect.
Luna's light blonde curls happily bounced as she skipped ahead of him. The two hooded figures promptly arrived at a train station. No one noticed the cloaks. Edward figured this was probably European fashion.
Without another word Luna directed him to an abandoned area. She pointed her small hand toward the direction of a brick wall.
"Run. It's easier if you run, the first time around." the voice floated over him.
"Run where?"
"There!" Luna smiled as if it were an obvious answer.
Two things could happen. He could either break the wall down or the impact would break his face. That was ok. London wasn't too far from Italy and Edward wanted a clean way out. If he were decapitated by the Volturi this way at least Carlisle wouldn't feel so guilty.
"Edward you should really stop overthinking things. We'll miss the train." The soft voice broke through his thoughts. So this was what it was like to have your mind read. Edward looked down at the young witch.
"So you're telling me to run into a wall?" He repeated. Luna was already climbing onto his shoulders with her bag and wooden stick in her arms.
"I'd rather not miss the feast." She responded.
His golden eyes suddenly widened as he watched children of all ages run into the wall and disappear. Of course they did it so fast that no human eye could tell. Edward was more than just human; he was Turned. And the vampire was in desperate hiding.
So they ran.
Edward felt a tornado of wind as they penetrated the walls of platform 9 ¾. Some time between the non-impact and his daze Luna had managed to cover his face with the cloak.
"There's too many of us. I'd rather explain that you aren't who they believe you to be, one at a time." Luna gingerly released herself and landed on the ground.
What choice did Edward have? He silently followed Luna onto the red train full of humans that didn't have a scent.
The plane crashed. It probably decapitated him before it set itself on fire. And this Luna girl was an angel, for all her beauty and kindness.
Edward was convinced of these facts. He was definitely in heaven. Why? He felt human..for the very first time.
"HOGWARTS EXPRESS! Students all aboard!"
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