"Edward," Bella whispered, standing behind her husband while staring up.
"Yes, I know, I don't need to be able to read your mind to know," replied Edward through his smirking lips.
"I don't think this is a good idea," she said.
"What? So werewolves are fine? Honestly Bella, your lack of self-preservation astounds me still to this day," he responded with a bemused confusion.
She lowered her gaze from the castle and turned to her husband with a grace that shocked him.
"You, you know what…what I mean," she stuttered out.
Concerned, he said, "Why are you so afraid? They've never done anything to us…"
"They don't like me! " she cut in. "You saw what happened last time we were here. "
Edward linked his arms around her neck, and leant inward toward her face. He traced her forehead with his lips, in the hopes of calming her down. He then whispered into her ear.
"Yes, I know, you got Hermione stabbed with a fork. You stood on a house elf, and it freaked and the tray it was holding flew into the air. You didn't mean it, and her husband Ron was looking. He stopped the knives and spoons. That fork just…flew in a strange spiraling lunge…I'm not helping am I?" He finished.
Bella shook her head and started turning away from him. He grabbed her arm and pulled her close. He looked deep into her eyes.
"Listen, I talked to Harry, no one dislikes you. They know it was an accident, isn't that right, Harry?"
Bella peered past her husband to see Harry, standing behind him, hands in his own pockets and with a kind smile on his face.
"Yeah, honestly, just calm down ok? We need you two here to help us. Hermione fixed it in two seconds. So will you just come inside? It's bloody cold out…" Harry encouraged.
Bella sighed, "I hate that you can do that, Harry, and I hate that you know he's here and don't tell me, Edward." She pulled away from him, turned, and made her way toward the castle in a simmer.
Edward watched her go down the gravel and through the castle doors before stepping forward to Harry and holding out his hand.
"Good to see you, man," he said.
"Likewise, it's been a rough time. How have things been for you?" responded Harry, shaking the outward stretched hand.
"Well, my wife's sort of ex-boyfriend is in love with my daughter, and I'm not allowed to stop it." replied Edward with a stern, disapproving grimace.
"Ah, yeah, my little girl's pregnant by my school enemies son. She's sixteen."
The two stood in silence.
"I think I preferred Voldemort." said Harry.
"Yeah, I preferred the Volturi." retorted Edward.
"My bad guy's more bad-ass than yours" smirked Harry, and then he apparated.
Edward stood by himself outside of Hogwarts until deciding to go inside. He ran with his vampire speed at its height, and entered through the giant oak doors into the wizarding world.