Angela Weber and The Half Vampire of Hogwarts
Chapter 1: Angela's Secret
I collected my bags. I knew I would miss Ben most; Bella was already long gone so there was no point in missing her more. I wondered vaguely if it had happened yet – her change – yes I knew about Edward and he knew I knew. But I would never tell. I'd never even considered telling anyone – not Bella, not Ben, not my little brothers, no one.
I also knew about his gift – reading minds. I knew a lot about his family in actuality, but I preferred to think about other things – not dwelling on unnecessary stress causers such as vampires in my high school.
The reason I knew was because I had my own "gifts". I belonged in Edward's world just as much as Bella would, eventually. I stopped myself before I could even consider that Bella already was a vampire.
It had been plain to see that Bella had known about his secret. It had also been plain that she was planning to join him in immortality. I sighed. I had once considered the fate myself, but after learning of how that would affect a witch the idea became repulsive. I shuddered and shook the thought away.
I continued to pack my trunk, Bella refused to leave my mind. I kept seeing her face – her human face that is – hoping I'd get to see her again even if it was when she had golden eyes and skin like an ice block. She'd still be Bella no matter what – that's what I kept telling myself.
There was a sudden knock on the door downstairs. "Coming!" I called, and dropped the long black cloak I'd been holding to answer my front door.
"Ben!" I said in alarm. I hadn't been expecting him, and I was dressed in a long maroon dress with a matching striped scarf (I'd been seeing how it looked on me).
"Angela!" he brought me into a tight hug – he didn't seem to notice the abnormal way I was dressed. I nearly hit my forehead against his crown. "Angela you can't! You just can't!"
"Ben? Wha-"
"You can't leave! I won't let you! You won't even tell me what college you're going to! How do I know you'll come back?" He asked pulling back enough to give me puppy dog eyes.
"Ben, I told you where I'm going," I pointed out, "you know I'm moving to England." He shook his head,
"But you're not telling me what town you're going to be living in. You haven't told me what school you'll be going to either." He shook his head again – he'd been suspicious for a while. I groaned internally – why did he have to press for information I wasn't allowed to give him? Why couldn't he know about magic? Why were secrets and lies so much a part of this world that it had become a knee-jerk reaction?
A tear slipped down my cheek. Ben had to know. I loved him, so he would have to know eventually right? Ben. My Ben. He, of all people, should be allowed to know my secret.
But what if he leaves me after finding out? A small voice inside my head spoke out. He loves me too. He wouldn't leave me just because of little thing like magi – oh dear god! No! I can't tell him. Another couple of tears slid down my reddening cheeks. It's best for him. I tried to convince myself. I won't put him in the danger of knowing this world. Just look at what it had done to Bella! How many more vampires had started raging about? Didn't that pack of animagus form just a little while after Bella showed up, and one had fallen in love with her! Yes, just knowing caused trouble, and I won't do that to Ben. I finally decided.
"Ben," I leaned down and kissed his forehead, "I'll always love you." I answered the question he'd hidden behind his accusations.
"Maybe, but England – Wow – I mean, don't girls dig those freaky British accents, and it's not as if you won't be meeting guys." I smiled sympathetically and gazed into the eyes of my love.
"I don't know –all of them will seem too young for me with you in my head every second." He laughed; then sighed,
"College... huh." He'd just noticed my outfit. I stared at the floor with such concentration it felt like memorizing a math equation. I wasn't sure if Ben noticed my deep crimson cheeks.
"... Interesting... dress," he finally commented. Then he laughed suddenly, "I didn't know you liked the Medieval look – unless, are you going LARPing?"
"What?" Ben laughed again.
"Live Action Role Playing."
"Oh" I blushed harder. He laughed again – I must have looked ridiculous. Then he shrugged,
"Hey, if you want to where crazy emo dresses that's fine with me." He smiled – half at me half at his joke, "Hey! I'll help you pack if you want!" he sounded as if this were a brilliant idea – which, of course, it was not. I couldn't have him coming across my spell books that were still waiting to be packed.
"No thanks, I'm pretty much done." I lied – I didn't want to lie, it felt like I was shooting myself in the foot. Hopefully Ben didn't notice me flinch.
"Hmm. 'Kay." he let it slide, "So what do you wanna do then? We've got the rest of the day right? Or are you leaving for London tonight?" He pouted at the thought.
"I don't leave for another couple of days, so I can afford a night out." I smiled down at him, and a wide grin stretched across his darling face. Jessica may have always been jealous of Bella, but I certainly never would be, and that's not just because of the whole vampire thing. Edward could be ten times more handsome than anyone in the world and a thousand times richer, but he'd still have nothing on my Ben.
"We could do anything." I shrugged. I knew I was throwing myself into a minefield by saying this – there was a new Kung-Fu movie out and Ben hadn't seen it yet – but I didn't care.
"Do you wanna see 'The Dark Shadow King of Vengeance and Deceit' then?" he asked excitedly. Yes, I'd thrown myself into a minefield – but if it made Ben happy then I was happy.
"Sure!" I said. Then I felt another pang of guilt – more lies.
For my remaining days Ben monopolized my time. He clung to me as if I were about to evaporate – I knew I might as well have been. I wasn't going to come back soon. I wasn't sure when we'd see each other next. The job I was getting didn't exactly pay in any currency any non-magical airport would accept, and he –plus my parents– would want to pick me up at the airport no doubt.
It was about three hours before my flight was due to take off. I hugged my little brothers and kissed each of their foreheads. My mother flung her arms around me.
"Have fun." she whispered in my ear. Though magic ran in her family she hadn't had any signs of magic because of my human grandfather; I'd been the latest witch in the family. My dad – also being non-magical – hadn't experienced magic for himself either. My little brothers though, might or might not be wizards. It was still unclear.
Ben took my hand and pulled me to face him. He then shoved his lips against mine. Everyone and everything else completely dissipated. I had to remember that – despite it didn't feel like it – people were around.
I pulled away, gasping for air. Again, something even Edward Cullen surely couldn't compete with Ben in.
"I love you. Think about me." Ben pleaded. What a ludicrous thought – me forgetting him.
"Always." I kissed his cheek then started pushing my trolley full of luggage toward the International Flight Check-In.
While waiting in the long lines I amused myself by thinking of Ben – though my mind insisted on wandering toward Bella and Edward. Had it happened yet? Was she a vampire? Would she decide it was worth it to be a vegetarian? The thoughts kept nagging at me. I had to shake my head and firmly tell myself, That's none of my business. Not anymore.
It was my turn to get on the plane then. I walked forth a little sluggishly. Some people were getting a little irritated with me so I quickly tried to pick up my pace. I handed over my ticket and passport, and – after the attendant handed those back to me – strode into the plane.
Lucky for me, my new job had paid for business class seats. I hadn't been on many international flights, but I'd heard that Coach was a little uncomfortable. I took my seat as quick as possible – I had a window seat too. Good. I leaned over to look out the window. Even though we weren't off the ground yet everyone bellow still seemed tiny – like dolls.
I sighed and wondered if this wasn't a mistake. Was I ready to become a teacher? Well, technically a professor. Professor Weber. It sounded a little stiff to me. I was too young to be called Professor Weber. I decided to tell the students I was to be called Professor Angela. I laughed out loud – shocking the person next to me, I wondered how crazy he thought I was.
Professor. Not just a professor, a magical professor. A professor of Magical Creature Relations. And not just that! I was Professor Angela of Magical Creature Relations at the prestigious School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was a professor at Hogwarts.
Hogwarts, I'm returning. I thought with a light smile.
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