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**DISCLAIMER:** i own all of this because i am, in fact, Stephanie Meyer and JK Rowling rolled into one person...

Yeaaah just kidding. Just the story that's mine, characters, extracts, and whatever else you can think of are all property of the authors.

So after that long and totally unnecessary disclaimer, on with the story!

"Hermione? Is that a muggle book?!" I froze.

"What?" I replied quickly, dropping the already fragile novel and kicking it under the breakfast table.

"What was that Hermione?" Harry said, grinning. Ron emerged from under the table, my book pinched between his fingers and held away from him as if it were poisonous. I snatched it away from him, and hid it in my lap, blushing.

"Twilight?" he asked, incredulous. "What the bloody hell is Twilight?"

"I thought Filch banned all the muggle books? How did you get this?" Harry interrupted.

"She's finally got through all the books in the wizarding world and had to go back to the muggle ones!" Ron guffawed.

Their voices quickly faded away and became background noise. But maybe it wasn't them that were the background. Maybe it was me. They always talked over me and I never felt fully accepted. Like an adult in a room full of children. Sighing, I opened Twilight in my lap, and absentmindedly spooned cheerios into my mouth as I read. My eyes skimmed over the familiar text that I must have read a hundred times or more.

'"You were very deeply asleep; I didn't miss anything." His eyes gleamed. "The talking came earlier."

I groaned. "What did you hear?"

His gold eyes grew very soft. "You said you loved me."

"You knew that already," I reminded him, ducking my head.

"It was nice to hear, just the same."

I hid my face against his shoulder.

"I love you," I whispered.
"You are my life now," he answered simply.'

The sensation I had grown so used to hit me once again. My stomach clenched, and a wave of depression and self-pity hit me hard, as if I had run into a brick wall. I swallowed, and took a moment to compose myself, allowing my pounding heart to return to normal. I lay the book down gently on the table. It was so well read it fell down flat, as the binding was destroyed. I rested my head on my hand, fingers tangling themselves into my bushy, untameable hair. I picked up the spoon forlornly, and ladled more cheerios into my mouth.

An ominous creaking sound filled the hall. All eyes swivelled to the door, which swung open to reveal seven figures silhouetted against the darkening sky. They moved into the light of the thousands of floating candles that flooded the entrance hall. I choked on my cheerios.

If the Cullens were astonished at the enchanted ceiling and hovering candles, they didn't show it. Whispers spread across the Great Hall like the plague. I sat frozen, dumbfounded. The seven newcomers made their way down the central aisle, and lined up beside Dumbledore, who had taken his place at the podium. The golden eagle stretched its wings out to accommodate him. Alice looked up in wonderment.

The entire hall grew suddenly silent and still as Dumbledore peered down at us over his classic half moon spectacles. His silver wispy beard looked glittery and transparent in the candlelight. However, all eyes were drawn to the curious gathering beside him. To his right stood Carlisle Cullen, dressed semi-smartly in a brown suit and open collared shirt. His white-blonde hair was slicked back neatly. It didn't look totally unlike Draco Malfoy's, but naturally it looked better on Carlisle. He was devastatingly handsome. Next to him, was Esme. She wore a simple black dress, but it suited her perfectly. Her hair was twisted up in a complicated bun, and she looked gorgeous. I looked to Rosalie next. It was indescribable. Her lustrous blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her neat, thin, faultless face shone with elegance. She was so unspeakably beautiful, it hurt to look at her. So I looked to Emmett. When he was being made, someone obviously changed the muscles setting to maximum overload. His biceps were as thick as a python, and one mammoth arm was wound protectively around Rosalie's waist. He had a big goofy grin on his face, and oozed exuberance out of every pore. Everything about him seemed to be bigger than normal. Bigger shoulders, bigger chest, bigger thighs, bigger legs, bigger everything. Alice was standing next to him, and she was dwarfed in comparison. She barely came up to his shoulders, but she had a certain charm of her own. She was almost pixie like, with jet-black hair kicking out rebelliously at the ends, and dainty features. Her dark green blouse only helped set off the woodland fairy motif. She held herself with a grace that could not be matched by the others. She was holding Jasper's hand lightly. He looked more relaxed than I'd imagined considering he was trapped in a room full of hundreds of children. Perhaps wizard blood was not quite so delicious as human. I shivered. And finally my eyes rested on the guy I'd been so anxious to see. Edward Cullen. He was so exceedingly, desperately, torturously handsome that it's not even worth trying to describe. My imagination didn't do him justice at all. His gorgeous bronze hair looked extra shiny in the light of the hall. I watched, mesmerised, as his long fingers swept a stray wisp of silky hair out of his eyes.

"Doesn't Edward look… nice?" I asked Ginny weakly.

She looked bewildered. "Which is Edward? How the hell do you know his name? Have you met? OH MY GOD can you introduce me?!" She didn't have time to get properly excited.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, surprising everyone in the room. Everyone tore their eyes reluctantly away from the peculiar group to listen to him. He laced his fingers together and rested them gently on the edge of the podium.

"Students, Teachers, Caretaker," (here he nodded politely at Filch). "My apologies. For I neglected to warn you last night at the start of term feast, of our new arrivals."

He gave a small smile, and looked warmly over the sea of students.

"Unfortunately, they are a day late, as they had some unfinished business to attend to."

He shot an intense, yet guarded look at Carlisle, but Emmett reached behind his family to slap Edward a High Five. Rosalie rolled her eyes.

"However it is not a story we shall bore you with at the present moment."

Judging by the way most of the school was on the edge of their seats, I doubted they'd mind.

"But for now, I would like to introduce the Cullen family, all the way from Forks, Washington."

There was a great deal of cheering, and several wolf whistles.

"This is Carlisle and Esme Cullen, who will both be adopting Professor Binns' old job of History of Magic Professor together. And these are their charming children, Rosalie, Emmett, Alice, Jasper and Edward. I trust you will make them feel… most welcome at Hogwarts." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as if he knew a secret no body else was in on.

"But now, as with all new arrivals, we must begin their Hogwarts journey with… The Sorting!"

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