THIS IS A SQUEAL. It is…but you don't need to read the first one to enjoy it. I recommend it, but you don't need too. (First one being A Soul Pledge to the Darkness)
Chapter 1: Carry on dancing
A/N: This may be a bit typical of a story, but I wanted to take my try at it. I haven't found too many cross-overs I enjoy so this is me trying. I've wanted to do one for a while. So here goes nothing right?
Don't be afraid to review and message me your thoughts. It helps and I enjoy hearing from you. I don't usually like saying that…but this type of story will be a bit new to me so enjoy the ride with me!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight. (Some area's are taking from Twilight, rest assure I do not own that at all)
Her eyes were slowly fluttering open. Her body seemed to be in so much pain she didn't want to wake up. But how long had she been out? Crystal truthfully didn't know, but as the moonlight drifted through the window panes, she knew she had to get up. She had been out too long. But as her eyes opened the pain began to get worse. Her head was throbbing like it had before when she woke up after what happened at the Ministry of Magic.
She put a hand on her forehead and breathed in deeply. She wasn't in the hospital wing. No, she was in a much softer larger bed. Slowly she began to scan the room as her vision began to adjust to the dark room.
Panic began to fill her. She wasn't anywhere she recognized. She had never been here before. This white blanket with lavender flowers, this wasn't hers. This bed with Elven carvings wasn't hers either. Where was she?
She sat up as dread and fear filled her. She reached around silently for her wand to find it sitting on the nightstand next to a necklace. She stared at the necklace for a moment. Her mind was racing, this was from Fred and George. They gave it to her at Kings Cross. She remembers that, but how did she end up here? And why was she in so much pain?
She took the beautiful silver necklace with a tiny heart on it and put it around her neck. It was some form of comfort to her as she continued to study the room. She never lowered her wand as she walked forward, all the while thinking to herself 'Crystal Beatrice Nott, where have you landed yourself?'
As quietly as she could she made her way over to the fireplace, but her quiet tip toes didn't matter. Someone was already stirring on the couch in front of the fireplace.
She let out a scream. The person started to stir at once.
"Crystal" the figure muttered as he got up letting the moonlight pour over his figure. Crystal stared at him not sure who he was. She didn't feel safe. She felt threaten by him. His ice cold eyes were staring at her with compassion, but all she could see is a stranger. The pale blond figure frightened her.
"Stay away!" She cried pointed her wand straight at his chest, but he didn't listen. His eyes filled with dread as he walked forward to pull her wand out of her hand. But it was too late. She panicked "Stupefy!" She cried the first spell that came to mind and watched as the figure fell still on the couch.
She backed away staring at the figure that now laid still. Where was she? She had to get away. Her heart knew what to do. She quickly without a second though escaped to the bathroom and threw open the window. She looked out at the vines and began climbing down at once. The summer air was beginning to calm her, but she knew she wasn't safe. She had to get out of here completely. The forest, she had to make it that far. She had to get off this foreign property.
Both her head and her body protest but she ran forward the minute her feet landed on solid ground. She ignored any signs her body was giving her and clutched her wand tightly as she ran. The adrenaline and fear pushing her forward, she ran and ran never looking back. She didn't want to go back. Something about that manor was so forbidding to her. She didn't belong there. And she certainly didn't belong there with that strange boy that was in the room with her.
She finally made it to the tree line. She stopped only for a moment at the manor. No movement was shown, she wasn't found out yet. But that didn't mean she was safe. She held her wand tightly and looked for a branch. She picked up the first one she saw and clung to it to make a portkey. She knew where she needed to go. She needed to get to safety.
All at once the world around her began to fade as her navel pulled into a new surrounding. She closed her eyes tightly and clung onto the twig for dear life and hoped to god she created the portkey right. She was pulled deeper and deeper until she finally snapped into a bright room filled with unfamiliar smells and sights.
The minute she took the room in she seemed to fall to the ground with a deep thud, alerting the owners of the house of her presences. She heard footsteps at once and shouts calling out.
"Whose there?" A voice snapped at her.
Crystal didn't hesitate as she sat up on the floor holding her head in her hands. "Fred, George! It's me" Crystal cried as she clung tightly to her head. The world was beginning to spin.
"Crissy?" Both called out as the rushed into their kitchen in just their pajamas.
Fred let out a gasp as he ran towards her and scooped her up in his hands. "What happened?" He demanded in a soft but concern voice as he held her tight. His twin came up next to the group reaching out and holding Crystal's hand tightly.
"I don't know" Crystal shook her head lightly before hiding into Fred's chest. "I woke up in a strange place. I didn't know where I was" Crystal broke down and tears began to swell.
"What do you mean?" George asked as he leaned in closer and held her hand even tighter.
"I was in a manor, but I don't know whose. I've never seen it" Crystal said while her body began to shake. She was more afraid than she had ever been. She was safe though. She knew she was safe right here in Fred's arms. She gave another shutter "And there was someone in the room with me. I didn't know who he was."
The twins frowned. They didn't like the way this sounded. They needed to alert the Order at once or at least get their mom here. Crystal seemed to need medical help as well. She was pale and there were slight blood stains on her back that seemed to spell out something. What had happened the last couple of days since they saw her at King's Cross?
"What did he look like?" George question as he was already standing up to pick up his fallen wand.
"He had these piercing grey eyes." Crystal couldn't take anymore her voice was lost as she began to sob deeply. This was too much. Her body was in a lot of pain and her heart seemed to be breaking even more. She felt so scared and so fragile right now. She wasn't sure what to do.
The twins exchanged glances but didn't hesitate. Fred picked Crystal up and took her to the living room where he set her on the couch. He put some strands of hair behind her ear and then got up to get a blanket and a pillow for her. Once he had her tucked in he sat there on the arm of the chair stroking her hair in attempt to calm her down.
Meanwhile George was already sending a patornous to alert the Order of the situation. They needed to know what Dumbledore thought of all of this and what they should do with her. She surely couldn't stay here. It would be too obvious of a spot to look for her. She needed something and Dumbledore and the Order would know what to do.
"Crissy" Fred whispered softly. He didn't want her to fade out or fall asleep. She needed medical help and if she kept crying, surely she'd cry herself to sleep. "What else did this boy look like? Can you tell me?" he asked as sweet as he could.
Slowly Crystal nodded and let her gasp for air subdue as she let Fred's comfort warm her up and slow down the shaking. "It-it was hard to tell" She reached out and grabs Fred hand. "It was da-ark" She rubbed her eyes wearily and attempting to stay with Fred as George made his way into the room. She watched as he sat by her feet and gave her an encouraging smile. "But he looked pale with blond hair." She managed to get out before she buried her face in her hands.
The twins looked at each other "Draco Malfoy" they both muttered at the same time just as the fire roared to life and figures started to appear.
One by one Order members began to pour into their humble living room as they took in the emergency. Dumbledore took in the situation at once. He began to softly question Crystal with as much as she could handle. As the question went on the pieces began to form. Crystal suffered from selective memory loss. She couldn't for the life of her remember anything about the Malfoy's and Voldemort. The only thing she could remember was that they were on the wrong side. From there they retrieved Madam Pomfrey to look at her wounds. They discovered on her back someone had written with a knife blood traitor deep into her skin with a magical knife. There was nothing Madam Pomfrey could do for the wounds that wouldn't prevent scaring. The damage was done, her back would forever say blood traitor in big bold letters. On top of that her concussion had seemed to be back from what happened in the Department of Mysteries. But that wasn't the only wound that seemed to be damaged. Her spine was still not recovered and all the abuse she went through from a curse unknown seemed to make her legs even weaker. She would still need to walk with a cane or a crutch at the least. She would live, but the question left was where?
Dumbledore looked at the Order members who arrived. He would never ask any of them to take on the burden to take in someone else that the Death Eaters want. Especially not the Weasley's who already offered to take Harry later on in the summer. He shook his head and turned to Severus Snape. Snape smiled curtly and revealed that he had already prepared a place where she could go among muggles to hide for as long as she needed. He ended up saying how Crystal mother had left him a message before she died begging for Snape to protect her daughter no matter the cost. Snape planned to keep this promise, so shortly after she arrived back at Hogwarts from the Department of Mysterious he secured a safe house.
There was a bit of hesitation among the Order members to trust Snape, but in the end after some arguing they agreed.
Fred and George had the hardest time agreeing. They said knowing how much of a pureblood she was unless the family that would be taking her on was loaded she wouldn't be happy. Everyone knew that they were right. She was such a princess. There was no denying it, one look at her nightgown could tell it all. In the end the stash of clothing Fred and George had secured for her with some money would be sent in a truck of clothing, spell books, and anything else she would need to live with this family. The clothing was the finest Fred and George could get, the spell books the basic. They just wanted her to survive in her own comfort.
It was settled she would be set off to this safe house where only Snape knew the location, the less people that knew about it the better. As soon as she woke up she would be told the details of where she was going. But for now she was able to let her dreams take her far away.
The details of her move took several weeks to prepare. Dumbledore wanted to make sure she had enough magical training to live away from witches and wizards. He had Professor McGonagall teach her while she was staying safely at Hogwarts.
Once he finally felt her training was done she met up with Professor Snape at a discrete location near Hogsmeade, where he gave her the final goodbye.
"It is in America so you will need to brush up on your American accent." Snape reminded her once more. Crystal was simply just nodding. She knew this was for the best, but she didn't want to leave Hogwarts after she had just gotten there. She was truly sad to be going back to America when only a year before she wanted nothing more than to be in America. Things change quickly in the fickle thing called a heart.
"I know" Crystal whispered as she closed her eyes forcing the tears away.
"If you are ever in danger do not hesitate to use magic." Snape added looking anywhere but at her. "You will be registered in the Ministry of Magic there as of age. So you can use magic, but the same rules apply no using it in front of muggles unless danger is present."
"I know" Crystal repeated. They had been through this a million times. Snape was being so fatherly to her she couldn't handle it right now. She wanted to disappear. She wanted to just make it to this Forks, Washington.
"Good luck" Professor Snape said finally while pulling her into an awkward hug. "Here's the portkey. Remember stay safe." He said as a rare smile traced his lips.
Crystal nodded and took the pocked watch Professor Snape was holding out. Their eyes locked for just a moment and then she was gone, heading to a place she had never seen before.
The pull in her navel was strong, but she held on to her chest and the portkey tight as she was pulled forward. Finally after what felt like forever she landed on solid wet ground. It was raining. She scowled slightly before taking in the tiny house before her. There was some kind of strange thing stationed in the driveway, she looked at it for a moment before decided it was called a Kar or was it a Car? She couldn't remember. She never took muggle studies. She only remembered what Hermione told her once.
She shook her head and went straight for the door hoping that Charlie, the male who would be looking after her would be home. She plastered the best smile on her face and gave a faint knock on the door as her heart picked up in pace. What was she getting herself into?
"Coming!" A voice called to the door.
Crystal waited with wide curious eyes as she put the pocket watch that transported her here into her purse that was hooked onto her arm. While she was putting it away she couldn't help but glance at her dress, she seemed overdressed now. But this was all she was used too and it's what she was comfortable in.
Her thoughts snapped back as the door swung open. "Bella" He stared at her for an awkward moment taking in her dark black hair and blue eyes. A smile began to replace his shock as he threw her into a tight hug.
Crystal couldn't help but welcome the hug. It felt so loving. It felt like how a father should hug his daughter. She had never felt that before. Unsure of herself she clung tightly "Daddy" She whispered softly, not sure if he even heard her.
"Come on in kiddo, let's get you out of the rain." Charlie smiled warmly and ushered her in. She didn't do much to protest, seeing as it was raining.
Crystal stood there for a moment taking in the muggle surroundings. There was so much to look at and so much to understand. She jumped as she peaked into the living room and saw that a picture frame was not only moving but talking. But that's not what made her jump, what made her jump was that the picture was changing. Pictures can't change, something's not right there.
"Oh sorry I was just watching the game." Charlie supplied as he watched her staring at the TV with a lot of interest.
"The game?" Crystal furrowed her brows and stared at it curiously. She doubted the name of it was 'the game' but then again muggles thought of the weirdest things.
"Baseball, I figure you probably aren't into sports" He rambled on confusing Crystal more and more. She knew what sports were, obviously the more famous one being Qudditch but baseball? Was that the sport? "The police mentioned you were—" He stopped himself and watched her. He didn't want to bring up anymore memories for her. She had been through enough as far as he was concerned. What she had been through from Charlie's point of view was that she lived in upper New York and went to a pristine school. She had been there for a long time from the money Renee had supplied. But there was an accident and she was badly hurt in where she could barely walk. She was recovering and to use a cane when she needed too, but this wasn't the worst part of the accident. The worst part was what happened and why social services sent her to live her. Bella had gotten into a fight with her step father, who was a wealthy well to do CEO of some company, needless to say his temper was a bit nasty. He had lost it when Bella brought home a boy who was not in high standings nor did he go to her private school. He apparently had pushed Bella down the stairs among other things. He of course warmly welcomed her into his home. His only daughter…no matter how pristine and stuck up she would be. So far, he found her different to say the least.
"Baseball…" Crystal whispered still feeling confused. Was that what it was called or was it The Game? She didn't want to ask. Muggles should know these things. It would be weird if she questioned so she kept her mouth shut.
"Let's get you up to your room. I'm sure you're tired from your time zone change, Bells" He smiled warmly as he began lugging her chest up the stairs.
"Just a little" she smiled warmly as she followed him up the small stair case to the bedroom. She was a little shocked at how small the room was but that quickly faded away to curiosity as she looked at all the muggle gadgets that were in the room. There was this interesting little box on a desk with a frame that looked the game thing down stairs. She thinks that might have been a com…com something. She couldn't recall. And near the bed was the strangest thing. It was a clock she was sure of it because it mirrored the time of 4:09 that she saw on the Grandfather clock downstairs, but the numbers were glowing. And then over on a self with several books was something else. She wasn't sure what it was but it as a boxy thing with two boxes on the sides of it.
"I know it's not much, but I got you a Computer, I figured you could use it for school." Charlie spoke up after he set her chest down at the edge of her bed. He had been watching her from the corner of his eyes and she just looked so excited. He was glad she was being a little bit excited. He knew this was a big change for her. This house was a million times smaller than she was used to and he knew it.
"No thank you so much" Crystal gushed staring at the 'computer' he had pointed too. She had to remember that name. It seemed important. It had to have been important if he mentioned it first.
Charlie couldn't help but smile at his daughter before him. She was so formal and had turned out to be such a fine young lady. He hoped this little town of Forks would suit her well and it looked like it just might. "I'll let you unpack" He gave her another smile as she reached out and ran her hands over the keyboard of the computer.
"Thank you" She said once more only this time giving a bow, something she was used to doing for her real father.
Charlie blinked at her strange gesture. He couldn't help but wonder maybe she was scared mentally more than the social worker let on. "I'll call you down for dinner, I was thinking we could just have pizza."
"That would be lovely." Crystal smiled and watched as he left the room. She couldn't help but thinking he seemed like a wonderful man. Everything here seemed so wonderful, but she couldn't help but wonder if she was missing something. She felt so alone right now without all her friends her or even her brother. It was strange…but she knew she had a ton to keep herself occupied. She had gone over defensive techniques and anything else McGonagall thought fit but never once did they mention different muggle tools.
She began unpacking as quickly as she could, half wishing she had a house elf to help her. There was so much to unpack and decorate to make this room feel as homey as possible. She was extremely grateful to have the twins on her side. They were kind enough to give her several pictures that didn't move. A couple were of her and the twins in normal attire otherwise they gave her some pictures from school, without their robes on. They also managed to charm all her books so that to muggle eyes they were boring text books in subjects such as biology, math, and grammar books.
The minute she had her books unpacked she began rummaging through them. All she seemed to have was charms, defense, potions, and transfiguration books. There was nothing on muggles! She wasn't sure how she was going to learn everything before school.
Regardless she still poured over her books day and night. She even occupied herself in the kitchen. Charlie's cooking was awful, but she learned quickly that cooking was a lot like potions, which she did well in. And soon she was cooking meals everyday up until school started. But cooking couldn't prepare her for what was in store. There were so many little muggle things she hadn't picked up from Charlie it startled her.
On top of that she felt way out of place. All she had was her extravagant Fairy cotton and silk dresses. Everyone here wore…commoner clothing. She tried not to judge, but it was hard when she only really saw people in uniforms. Sure she saw her friends in Hogsmeade, but most were wizarding clothing and not muggle. And the buildings…they were so much more different than she was used to, especially the high school, which after going to school in a castle a simple high school seemed dull.
The worst of her troubles though weren't petty things like what people were wearing or all the muggle devices she didn't know. The worst problem of all was the subjects. She had learned most of this as a child, but only basic things she would need. Of course she knew all about Literature, but what muggles failed to realizes was that Shakespeare was a wizard. It made reading the stories that much harder. Half of the writers were wizards or witches. They altered the story so much, which she was taught early on. She went to many plays of Shakespeare after all…and of course for English the first story they were reading was Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream.
Her thoughts were broken by the bell that went off announcing the end of the class and to a male who leaned into speak to her.
"You're Isabella Swan, aren't you?" The boy questioned. He looked extremely smart in Bella's mind, almost like a true Ravenclaw. He seemed awfully sweet, but his slightly oily hair made her want to cringe away. She shook her thoughts free. She had to be nice this was the first person to approach her all day. It would only be polite to show him the same degree of kindness.
"Bella actually" She smiled warmly, but couldn't help but notice several people cock their heads to stare. This school might just be clicker than Hogwarts…definitely smaller. Surely the news would travel in no time.
He smiled warmly "I like Bella better. Anyways, what's your next class?" He asked curiously. He was excited to finally be able to meet the talk of the town. Word was she was coming in from a high class family. When Renee left Chief Swan she left him for some extremely rich guy apparently…and well by the looks of Bella it was true. It made him and several others curious to what Bella would be like. So far she seemed awfully polite. And the way she dressed! She looked straight out of Victorian times. It was beautiful, but for school it was out of place.
Bella hesitated and pulled out her schedule from her bag. "Government" She furrowed her brow and read farther "All the way in building six." She handed him her schedule to let him confirm. He grabbed it but couldn't help noticing that she was so pale. Didn't the rich and famous always tan? Something didn't seem right here. She was as pale as him.
"Looks like it" He shrugged it off and handed her back her schedule. "I'm headed over toward building four, I can show you the way—" He stopped for a moment feeling stupid. "I'm Eric by the way. Sorry I feel so rude."
"Eric, what a lovely name" Bella gave him a warm look before grabbing her jacket "Should we head out?"
He nodded and threw on his jacket as well. Together the two of them huddled slightly to head over to their classes. The weather had stayed the same as it had been the last several weeks Bella had been here, rain. Today though there was a light drizzle. It seemed to Bella that the students stood abnormally close, that or maybe they were attempting to listen in. She didn't want to get paranoid but it seemed that way.
"This must be a big change from New York then?" Eric asked breaking the silence that had fallen upon them.
"Depends on what you define as big change." Bella smirked as she tilted her head towards Eric. He couldn't help but smile back.
"We obviously dress different. I mean you look straight out of the Victorian era. Are you going for like a Romeo and Juliet feel?" He teased letting out a laugh.
"And you would be Romeo?" Bella raised an eyebrow and nudged his side. She felt like she was fitting right in with him even if they just met. This town wouldn't be as bad as she believed. "I mean personally your look isn't well…you look more like a commoner." She was half teasing but deep down inside she felt it was true. She wasn't going to crush him though.
"I am tis but a humble commoner, please accept me." He laughed taking a small bow as he stopped right in front of building six.
"I shall consider it." Bella bowed in return.
"Anyways, good luck," He touched the handle and opened the door for her. "Maybe we will have some other classes together." He said hopefully. Bella gave a smile before walking into the building. He seemed friendly enough. Though he was the only person she had talked to all day.
Government seemed to drag on and on. She was so glad once it was finally done and she was able to make her way to Trigonometry, whatever that was. Muggles thought of the weirdest things, she thought as took her seat in the middle of the classroom. She waited patiently for class to start, sitting silently by herself.
Eventually her thoughts were broken by a bubble voice who appeared next to her. The girl was short, but still stood proud with her bouncy girls surrounding her face in a beautiful cascade. "You must be Isabella Swan." Bella looked over with a pleasant smile. "I'm Jessica, Jessica Stanley." She held out her hand which Bella took gratefully.
"Please call me Bella" She smiled warmly as she shook Jessica's hand.
"Bella it is" Jessica took the seat next to her. "So exactly where did you come from?" Jessica raised an eyebrow and stared in awe at Bella's elaborate dress.
"Upper New York" Bella lied easily. "I went to a private school. This is my first time being in a public school." She supplied as politely as she could. She found it was all she could do lately was be polite. It was all she knew was her pureblood manners.
"Oh so you were like rich?" Jessica inched forward in her chair slightly while raising an eyebrow.
"Something like that" Bella smirked, if she only knew.
"I sure hope you don't find Forks too boring." She let out a sigh as she rested her hand on her cheek. "It can be with all this rain." She rambled on "But you're the most excitement this town has had an ageees!" She gushed and set her hand on Bella's with a grin.
"I'll be here a while." Bella shrugged knowing full well it was true. She could be here her full life, years, or just a year. It all varied on how long the war was going to last. Only time would tell with that.
"Good" Jessica pulled her hand away and turned her attention to the front of the room where their teacher was beginning to lull the students. "I think we will be great friends." She threw one last look at Bella before full listening to start of class.
Jessica was kind enough to take her to lunch, though after a while Bella began to wonder if it was really for her benefit or for the fact that Jessica wanted to look 'cool' to say the least. Bella was not impressed though. The way Jessica talked was…it was very commoner like and she was beginning to think all muggle humans talked like this, but was proved wrong once lunch came.
Jessica took her into the many lines for food. Bella ended up getting a simple sub and followed Jessica to a table where people were already gathering with something caught her attention. She nearly dropped her sub the minute she sensed it. Magic. She knew that feeling anywhere. There was no mistaking it. Someone in this room had a huge amount of magic. But who was it? She didn't dare look up instead she turned to the people Jessica had pulled her over towards. Eric was sitting there already waving at her with a goofy smile. Several people threw jealous glances at him, but no one said anything.
Bella ended up pulling her eyes away, the magic feeling was so strong. She was curious and well, curiosity killed the cat as they say…
It didn't take her long to find them. They were the farthest from anyone in the room, five teenagers—but not just any teenagers, five beautiful teenagers. They were Stone cold beautiful teenagers, who didn't look at all mildly interested in being here by looks of their untouched trays, crossed arms, and lack of conversation. They were so much different from anyone else in the cafeteria. That's how Bella knew they were different. They were the source of magic. They weren't interested in her like everyone else here, they were busy staring off at their untouched food. But that wasn't what let Bella know for sure they were the source of magic, it was them.
There were three boys in the group, none looking like the other. One of them had dark beautiful curly hair and seemed to be inserted in weight lifting. His body seemed to be sculpted of that of a god. The boy sitting next to him was taller, very lean, but still had muscles. Then the last one was lanky but yet again with muscles and untidy brown hair. They all were stunning and though they were here in high school, they looked like college students. It didn't help that there skin was pure and blemish free.
Bella couldn't help but narrow her eyes as she examined the two girls. The one was perfect. No beyond perfect, she seemed to be the perfect model. She was beautiful and it didn't help that her hair was a beautiful golden blonde. The other girl seemed almost like a pixie, she was very tiny all over with her deep black hair.
She stared at the five students even closer. They may have looked completely different but yet to her she looked the same. As she stared more and more she began to realize why and why she sensed magic coming from them. Their eyes were all dark, they seemed extremely pale, and everything about them was perfect.
Bella ruled out Veela almost immediately, but what other magical being had the ability to look so strikingly beautiful? She wracked her brain and came up with nothing. Her strongest subject was always potions…a lot of good that did her now. She would just have to wait till she got home to look through her books.
"Who are they?" Bella questioned wanting some sort of answer to quell her worry. She thought Professor Snape checked this area. He said she would be safe. They weren't posing any threat to her, so yes she was safe, but she thought she would be away from magic.
Jessica looked up from food over at the group of beautiful teenagers. She let a smile play upon her lips, though she didn't seem very amused as she stared at the group.
Bella looked back over at them at well to see the smallest of the males look over at Jessica for only a small moment before his eyes locked with Bella's. She couldn't help but blush. Meanwhile the tiniest one seemed to get annoyed at something and simply left, throwing away her untouched food without a second glance. It was awkward and there was something strange with that group.
Jessica let out a giggle. "That's Edward and Emmett Cullen" She looked over at the boy who glanced at us then his neighbor. "Then you have Rosalie and Jasper Hale" She nodded slightly over to the beautiful blonde and the other male that was left. "And the one that just left, that was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife." She finished talking in the softest of tones. It was as if she didn't want them to overhear. She seemed to be afraid of them. But Bella didn't blame her. Their perfection seemed to startle even her. And there names, they felt common to wizarding families, pureblood families to be exact. No pureblood would dream of name their daughter Jessica or Eric.
"They are, erm very nice-looking." Bella struggled how to word it. She did find them handsome and beautiful, but yet they seemed to send fear down her spine, maybe that was just the magic she was sensing.
"Yes!" Jessica breathed with another giggle. Bella tried not to groan, it sounded like she just got Jessica off on a tangent. And she did. Bella listened as close as she could as Jessica revealed everything about them. How Dr. Cullen adopted them and all of them are together except for Edward, which Edward threw a couple glances at her. She couldn't help but noticed that the glances seemed to be expecting something. She didn't like it at all.
The chat slowly drifted away, it helped Bella get her thoughts elsewhere. She would worry about what kind of magical being they were once she was able to flip through her books.
Finally lunch was over and the girl on the other side of Jessica, named Angela happened to have Biology with her after lunch. Together the two of them walked to class. Bella found her company a lot more enjoyable then she had Jessica. Angela seemed to keep more to herself and it helped the walk go along smoothly. They had a late start walking though, it seemed that Jessica took too long talking and they had arrived just as the bell was about to ring leaving only two open seats. Angela of course went over to one of her other friends, leaving Bella to sit in the only open seat next to Edward Cullen.
Bella couldn't help but let her wand hand twitch. She wanted nothing more than to pull her wand out as she took a seat next to him. He looked at her so hostile it was almost startling. She couldn't help but notice how far away he was sitting on his seat. He didn't want to be anywhere near her. What had she possibly done? Bella ignored it as best as she could and focused on the class she was in.
"Alright class if you could take out a pen" The teacher asked while holding out a sheet of paper. "Just want to quickly test your knowledge of biology." He smiled as he began handing out papers.
Bella just sat there staring at her backpack with a blank expression. Her mind was temporarily erased of the hostile looking boy next to her as she began to panic. "A pen?" she muttered to herself as she looked into her backpack. "Which…ugh" She muttered and looked around the room wondering why they didn't use quills. She had no choice but to look at the boy next to her whose expression changed slightly. He wasn't as hostile rather looking at her curiously. She was half tempted to ask him just to borrow a pen, but she decided not to. Instead she looked in her hand to see exactly what a pen was and mirrored it. She let out a sigh, this day is never going to end, she thought.
Luckily the class went by a little quicker than she would have expected and in no time at all she found herself talking to someone else who seemed to find her fasniating, unlike Edward Cullen.
"Aren't you Isabella Swan?" The boy with the round baby face and blonde hair asked.
"Bella" She supplied with a light smile as she began to pack away her newest muggle item with a name, her pen.
"I'm Mike" He held out a hand eagerly which Bella took with less enthusiasm then the boy.
"It's very nice to meet you Mike."
"Do you need any help finding your next class?" Mike asked as Bella finished packing up and stood.
"If you would like, it's gym class." Bella smiled and started walking towards the door. She was finding the people here incredibly friendly, other than Edward, but that she would figure out later. She had to worry about other things now.
"Perfect!" He smiled happily "That's my next class too" He told her as they began walking out into the rain. "Though I don't know how you are going to participate in gym."
"What do you mean?" Bella titled her head at Mike.
"The dress you're wearing, you wouldn't want to ruin it. It looks expensive." He pointed out as he stared at the beautiful fabric that draped across her.
"Only a little bit" was all Bella could say. She didn't want to brag but this dress probably cost more than his whole wardrobe. But she knew he had a point. She didn't own anything but dresses. She never had to play Quidditch in school, so she never did. Sports just weren't her thing. "To be honest, I don't do this whole 'gym' thing."
"You don't really look like it. I can see you fawning over a piano and playing hours on end." Mike admitted.
"I would" Bella blushed slightly and looked at her feet.
Mike couldn't help but smile. She seemed like an amazing girl and very sweet too. He wondered what was up with Edward Cullen then. He seemed to be repulsed by her. "So, did you stab Edward Cullen with a pen or what? I've never seen him act like that." He questioned, letting his curiosity get the best of him.
"He normally isn't like that?" Bella said the first thing that came to mind. Though she felt like she shouldn't have, she felt like she should have made something up. But she was already so wrapped up in lies here she wanted to be as honest as she could.
"No, I mean he usually—" Mike cut himself off "He's a weird guy, but let me tell you if I was sitting by you I would have said something." He smiled causing Bella to giggle.
It wasn't bad here in Forks. And her first day of class wasn't bad she was just ready for it to be over with so she could pour over her books at home. She had to find out why she was sensing magic from that mysterious Cullen family.
A/N: Thoughts? I wanted to give a crossover a go...but I figured incase you wanted more of Draco I'd do the other squeal as well. But like I said...if you haven't read the first one no problems, this squeal will make sense :)