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Chapter 2 EPOV

I watched the as the new girl Hermione entered the cafeteria. She held her head high but I could see a deep sadness behind her honey brown eyes. Hermione seemed tough, especially what she said this morning. That had made me chuckle. Was it normal for a human to just grab a sandwich, don't they need more. I was about to turn back to my siblings when I heard her speak softly.

"I miss you Harry but I'm being strong. I love you." I watched as she gently touched what looked like an engagement ring, a lone tear running down her cheek. I hadn't realized that all my siblings, well except Rosalie, were watching Hermione.

"She seemed tough this morning." Emmett said.

"Her emotions are very…different. I feel her sadness. She feels lonely, heartbroken, and….I can't place it. Like she's been through war." Jasper whispered, his expression scrunched and confused.

I looked at Alice who seemed to be staring intently at Hermione.

"I knew she would be here. But, why?" Alice thought.

"Alice?" I asked and she looked at me.

"I've been having visions of this girl but, I don't know why. The visions make no sense, they are scattered, like her decisions are never precise. The only concrete thing I see is her being friends with us. Everything else is blurry." She thought, her frustration very clear.

"Try to read her." I heard Alice. I turned to her and tried to enter her mind when I was forced out, almost falling out of my seat. I ignored my siblings as they looked at me with worry. Hermione whipped her head towards me. Her eyes narrowing.

"Whoever you are, stay out! I don't need to deal with you either." I figured it was from her as she stood up and stormed out of the warm cafeteria.

"I literally hit a wooden door. I was forced out, painfully." I muttered before standing up, dumping my full tray and walking to biology.

Hermione was sitting at my desk, sketching on a notepad. Her pencil was flying across the page. I quietly sat next to her, watching the pencil move. She made one last circle before setting her pencil down. I looked at the drawing while she was putting her pencil away. It was amazing. It was of a boy, who had messy black hair, glasses and almond shaped eyes. He was pressing the hand of a girl to his lips, a ring on her finger. With a start I recognized the girl. It was Hermione.

"So interesting." I murmured to myself but Hermione seemed to hear. She looked over, her eyes narrowing.

"Spying on what I draw also? You are not the best at it." She whispered, putting the picture in her plain black backpack. "But, don't worry. I won't tell people that you spy on their thoughts. Might be embarrassing for the victim but I understand secrets more than you probably think."

I looked at her in shock but she was already staring at the front of the class. Mr. Banner had entered and by her attentive look, she loved to learn. But, I noticed that she would drum her fingers on the desk. She was either nervous or tightly wound.

I watched her throughout class. I noticed she wasn't really looking at what Mr. Banner was doing. She was watching the room. Her eyes flickered everywhere, like trying to determine who was an enemy and who wasn't. As Jasper said, like she had been through war. Impossible though, she was only a teenager. I also noticed that she would place her hand on her pocket every so often, though nothing was there.

Just before the bell rang I leaned over. "Sorry about everything. I'm not used to being caught off guard." She looked at me for a second, seeming to scrutinize me from inside out. For once I felt uncomfortable. Nervous.

After what seemed like eons, she sighed. "Apology accepted. I've got to get to gym."

"I have that class next actually." I said and she nodded. I matched her steps as we walked. I watched as she again touched her ring. I was very curious but by the look on her face. She's going to have to trust me before I could ask.

I veered to the right, going into the boys locker room but not before seeing her walk to Coach Clapp. He signed her slip and handed her a uniform.

Today was an obstacle course. The teacher went in alphabetical order. I went through it lazily, getting an almost perfect score. Barely anyone else made it, then it was Hermione. He blew the whistled and…well everyone was speechless. Hermione was fast, agile, and, well, scary. Her face was absolutely blank, like she was blocking out a memory as she went through. She almost flew through the course. She reached Coach Clapp, he was speechless.

"How did a new student complete that with a better score than Mr. Cullen? Amazing." Yes something was amazing about Hermione. But what?

I caught up with her as she was heading to her motorcycle. When I tapped her shoulder, she spun, reaching for her pocket again. Her expression was one of pain, fear, and fury. I stepped back slightly.

"Uh, sorry. I just wanted to say, good job on the course." I suddenly felt like a vulnerable human. My confidence disappeared at the look she gave me. I could hear the surprise of my family as they watched. Especially Jasper.

"It wasn't a good job. Just instinct." She said, her expression now one of pain. She turned back around glaring at anyone looking at her. Even my family, who was shocked at her venom. Something was definitely different about Hermione Granger.

HPOV

I sighed as I got home. I was right, today was a long day. I could tell after he tried to read my mind that Edward wasn't…human. It didn't make sense to me. For one, he's a mind reader, but he couldn't be a wizard because he didn't have to look me in the eyes and I could have been able to tell. He almost seemed lazy as he did the obstacle course but he got an almost perfect score. I wish I had picked Leglemency up with the Occlumency so I could see what he was.

I went about making dinner. Charlie apparently can only cook toast and fried eggs so I was put in charge. Not that I minded, it helped to keep my hands and mind busy. Charlie came home just as I set out the salad. He sniffed appreciatively.

"Lasagna?" He asked.

"Extra helping just for you." I smiled as I gave him a larger helping then me. After being on the run, I didn't need much food. Charlie seemed to notice.

"Don't you want more?" He asked. I smiled but it was forced, I don't know if he could tell.

"I'm fine. The chief needs to be fed more. I can't let the towns hope die of starvation, I could be arrested." He laughed, his eyes crinkling.

Charlie ate two helpings and did the dishes as I went upstairs to do homework. It was pretty simple. By the time I finished I was exhausted. I took a quick shower, changed into pajamas, and fell asleep. My dreams were now filled with Edward.

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I woke up to another cloudy day. I dressed more edgy, black skinny jeans with rips, a grey long sleeve shirt, a leather jacket, and combat boots. Charlie had already left and I realized I was later than I thought. Forgetting breakfast, I grabbed my keys and helmet and dashed out the door to my bike. I made it in record time, making it just before the first bell. Everyone stared again, but probably by my outfit. One girl though, that was in my Trig and Spanish class seemed to be eyeing my ring.

I was cornered by a girl I recognized as Jessica Stanley and her crowd before lunch. "Is that an engagement ring? Who'd want to marry you?"

"I never see her with any boys, probably a fake to make herself feel important." A girl with fish eyes sneered.

"If not, its probably some loser." Brittany Jakes, from my gym class, said with malice. My eyes narrowed at that.

"Never. Say. That. About. Harry." I hissed. Fish eyes and Brittany backed up but Jessica held her ground. Too stupid to back away.

"Aw, why not. Is Harry going to back you up? He's probably imag…" She didn't finish because my right fist had made contact with her cheek. I heard a crunch when it connected. She staggered back and looked at me in shock.

"Now leave. Or does your face need another broken part." I spat and watched as the three girls ran.

I sunk down to my knees, wrapping my arms around my chest. Thankfully I was in an empty area as I couldn't hold down the sobs. I cried for my parents, I cried for my friends, I especially cried for Harry. My head swiveled when I heard practically silent footsteps near me. It was Edward. He sat next to me.

"So that is an engagement ring." He said quietly and I nodded, still shaking as I suppressed sobs. "Who was the lucky guy?" He asked gently. I sniffled.

"A boy back in England, Harry Potter. He-he died in a coma. I need to take this off." I whispered. I was about to when I felt Edwards ice cold hand grab mine. I looked up.

"Do you really want to?"

"No. But whenever I look at it, I hold back everything. I'll keep it but I wont wear it. Harry is gone." I said shakily as I slid the ring off and put it in my pocket. "I wont forget him, but I need to move on."