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Summary: Edward left Bella when she was trying to tell him her biggest secret… she is really a witch that attends Hogwarts. When he leaves, she is heart broken so she decides to go back home to Hogwarts. While she is home, she reconnects with her best friends Harry, Hermione and Ron. What happens when new students arrive at Hogwarts and Bella immediately recognizes them as the Cullens? Will she go back to Edward or will she be in the arms of another?
((A.N. Bella changed her appearance while she was in Forks. It was not her real appearance. This is the edited version of chapter three.))
Chapter 3 BPoV
A soon as he said 'Cullens', I had solid proof that Fate hates my guts. Why them? I thought, why now? I grimaced and felt sick to my stomach. Harry seemed unfazed by this, probably due to the fact that he didn't see my facial expression.
Harry looked back at me with barely contained excitement, but that all faded with he took in my expression, "It's them, isn't it?" he asked, his face looking positively murderous.
I nodded and he turned to glare at the Cullens. He tried to get up but I put my hand on his arm, calming him down immediately. He smiled gently and pulled me into his arms, making me feel like melting.
"Change, Bella," he whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my neck.
I shivered, "I don't want to," I said, looking up at him through my eyelashes.
"No," he said, "You have to, please, Bella," he begged lightly in my ear.
"Fine," I replied, frowning as I changed my appearance. I am an Animagi, an Arithmancer, a Legilimens, a Metamorphmagi, an Occlumens, a Parselmouth and a Seer, and the weird thing is, I have no idea how I inherited these qualities, seeing that no one in my family tree has ever come across these talents.
An Animagi is the rare ability of turning into an animal at will. Usually, when you transform into an animal, you take on the predatory mind of that particular animal, but not for me. That just proves how weird I really am. When I transform, I remember my every move, every thought and every feeling. I have control over my movements and have a human conscious. This is particularly uncanny, because it usually takes decades of self-control and practice to achieve that state of mind, but I was born with it.
An Arithmancer is a person who is able to understand the meaning of numbers and can interpret them from complicated charts. If you were to compare this ability to a human subject, I would say that it was quite similar to university level multi-dimensional mathematics, with a magical twist. Both Hermione and I share this talent, and a love of the subject. Her because she adores learning, and me because… I guess it calls to me, whispers lightly in my mind, drawing me to the equations. And then I answer them perfectly in record time. I gaze at the equations and then blurt out the answer, not quite sure how I do it.
A Legilimens is a person who can extract memories, emotions and thoughts from a person's mind, along with planting them in there. This ability isn't well practiced because the training is intense and the pain can be unbearable. I was born with that talent, and, therefore it comes naturally to me, and the effect is stronger. When I do that to someone, I can usually see their whole life, including all their thoughts and feelings, spread out before me. I live through their memories as them, so I basically am that person.
A Metamorphmagi is person who can change their appearance at will. I am quite advanced at this ability, and I have a vast knowledge and experience revolving around this particular ability. Though this talent is quite rare, I have met a woman named Tonks, who also shares it. We had a really good time tricking the guys into thinking we were each other.
An Occlumens is a person who can successfully block a Legilimens. This ability is about as rare as finding a Legilimens is. The reason for this is the same for Legilimens, the pain and the rigorous training schedule. Despite this, Harry and I are both successful Occlumens.
A Parselmouth is a person who has the ability to talk and influence the decisions of a reptile, particularly a snake. To a Parselmouth, talking to a reptile is like talking to a person; they do not know that they are talking in Parselmouth until somebody else points it out. Harry and I both share this talent… but the thing is, we have so idea how we have acquired it.
Another rare gift is the Inner Eye, the ability to prophesize or foretell events. A person with this talent is called a Seer. When I first found out that I was a Seer, I was four and kept on talking about Voldemort and Harry. It ended up with my vision coming true; Harry, Voldie (Voldemort or Moldy Voldie as we like to call him) and I were grouped together, fighting for the Philosophers Stone.
Hermione nudged me with her knee, successfully drawing me out of my internal ramblings, and handed me a mirror. I stared in it, concentrating on what I want to look like. When I looked in the mirror, I saw a young woman, one more beautiful than the angels Michelangelo painted. Her raven black hair had blue and purple streaks while her side bangs that covered her left eye were streaked with blonde. Her high cheekbones were strong, yet delicate at the same time and her full lips were perfect and a rosy red color. Her 30D's made her impossibly curvy and drew the attention of many. Her figure was hard and covered in muscles, but soft and feminine, making her look dainty and fierce. Her flawless ivory skin was beautiful and delicate and her big doe-like eyes were an emerald-violet color that were flecked with sapphire and framed by long, dark lashes. I smiled, I looked like my real self… this was how I really looked.
"Bella," gasped Hermione, "You look even prettier than the last time we saw you!" she exclaimed, attracting the attention of a few students.
Dumbledore's eyes flickered to me momentarily before smiling slightly; he really was like a father to me. "Carlisle," he exclaimed, "My good, good friend. How pleasant it is to see you!"
Carlisle laughed lightly and walked at vampire speed to embrace Dumbledore. "I have been good, my friend. I expect the same from you," the broke the embrace and walked by the Gryffindor table, pausing behind Harry and I.
I stiffened at their close proximity and latched onto Harry's arm, feeling content when he wrapped a slightly possessive arm around my waist. Professor Dumbledore saw our reaction and smiled slightly with an I-knew-it spark in his eyes. He looked towards Harry and I, to the Cullens, and back again.
"Albus, this is my family; my wife Esme, and my 'children'; Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, Emmett and Edward." Carlisle said, smiling proudly and wrapping an arm around Esme.
I almost flinched at Edwards name, but… for some reason… I didn't.
"Harry," started Dumbledore, "Bedelia… I would like to talk to the both of you later." Professor Dumbledore calls me Bedelia because in Gaelic, it means strong, and he found it fitting, considering the status of my magical capabilities.
Harry and I stared into each other's eyes, yes, his thought whispered, my mind merging with his. We turned around simultaneously and said in unison, "Yes, Professor."
***
It was after dinner and Harry and I were walking to Dumbledore's office, hand in hand and my body pressed into the side of his. I had changed my appearance again to look like Bella Swan's; because it was really uncomfortable having guys gawking at you.
We reached the entrance where Harry whispered the password, "Chocolate Frogs," It opened and we started up the stairs to Dumbledore's office. I attempted to open the door, but in Bella's body, I was unnaturally clumsy, so I tripped and fell.
Harry stared at me for a second and then burst out laughing. "Shut the bloody hell up, Harry!" I said, glaring toxic daggers at him, "The least you can do is help me up!"
Harry rolled is eyes and squatted down, wrapping an arm around my waist and picking me up bridal style before setting me down in a chair outside the doors. "Bella, you really need to keep your real appearance, this one is just too clumsy," he reasoned.
I clenched my teeth together, "Oh, I'm sorry, Harry. I will just go and tell Bella Swan's feet to stop being so clumsy," I said sarcastically, glaring at him again.
Harry sighed and shook his head-completely immune to the icy glare that was trained on his jaw, "Bella, you don't need to be sarcastic," he said.
"Sorry," I apologized, changing back to my real form. I got of the chair and started walking, only to freeze. Harry noticed and pulled me into him while they stood there, gaping in disbelief.
"B-B-Bella, i-is that y-you?" Esme asked, still staring at Harry and I.
I nodded and leaned further into Harry's side. The Cullens noticed my actions and looked pained. "I'm so sorry, Bella," Harry mouthed as he grabbed my hand.
I nodded, acknowledging the fact that he was, indeed, apologetic. Professor Dumbledore smiled. The traitor. "Bedelia, Harry, I'd like you to meet the Cullens." He said, still smiling at us.
I looked at Harry to see him forcing a smile, "Hello," he said, looking at me with sad, grief stricken eyes.
"Hello," I said, clutching onto Harry for dear life and leaning into his side as if it would make me invisible.
"Bedelia," Dumbledore sighed, "Please stop clutching at your brother for dear life," he said.
I shook my head and opened my mouth, ready to correct his mistake, "Professor, he is not really my brother, I am not even related to him… I was adopted… remember?" I asked.
"Of course, Bedelia. How could I forget?" he asked, staring down at his Chocolate Frog as if it were the most interesting specimen of chocolate in the world. He wasn't looking at Harry or I. The chicken, I thought, with a roll of my eyes.
"Well," Dumbledore started, slightly nervous and completely out of character for himself, "The, uh, Cullens, here will be your protectors 24/7 now that Voldemort is after you both… not that he ever wasn't. Please treat them with your utmost respect, for they will be risking their lives for you." He said, ducking his head slightly.
What? My mind screamed at me. I would rather let Moldy Voldie kill me than have a Cullen around me 24/7. "Bedelia," Dumbledore sighed, a tired, frustrated sound, "I know that you'd rather have Voldemort kill you than have them protect you, but please try to control your thoughts,"
I looked him straight in the eye, "Sorry, Professor, I guess my Legilimens is a little uncontrolled. Remember when we discovered that it was tied to my emotions?" I asked him.
Harry leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Bella, your hair and eyes are red," his warm breath caressed my neck and my eyes flashed to his.
"Thanks for the warning," I said, changing back to my original appearance.
The Cullens were staring at me with a look of awe, I guess they knew what a Metamorphmagi is. "Professor, if we agree with the protection, can we go now?" I asked, looking into his eyes.
"Of course," he said, his eyes crinkling around the edges and his half-moon glasses falling further down the bridge of his nose.
I looked over at Harry to see how he was coping with the news. He looked like he wanted to say something, but I grabbed his arm and made him look into my eyes, "Don't." I whispered, my breath fanning out in the small space between our faces.
"We agree, Professor," Harry said, his voice cool and smooth.
I sighed in relief, "Very well, then, you two may go. But, please escort the Cullen children to the Common Room." Dumbledore said.
I smirked; I knew for a fact that Emmett didn't like being called a 'child'. I also knew that Harry was about to say something, but I touched his arm again and looked into his eyes, "Yes, Professor," said Harry reluctantly.
"Well, then you may go-" he seemed to cut himself off and a wry, knowing smirk graced his aged features, "Oh, and please do not go to the Forbidden Forest this year. No need for injuries…" He said, still smirking.
A smirk of my own appeared, it was dangerous, daring and rebellious, "Oh, Professor, you know that Harry and I cannot promise that," I said with a wink to Harry.
Harry laughed, "Little Miss Dangerous," he whispered.
"Don't I know it," I grinned.
Dumbledore cleared his throat and sighed, completely defeated, "Very well."
Harry and I walked out of his office and a wave of lethargy washed over me in waves. Harry sighed and grabbed my arm, pulling me onto his back. "Harry!" I shrieking in outrage, "Put me down this instant! I do not need, nor want, to be carried!"
He laughed and put me down on the floor, and that was when we heard the footsteps. When I looked up, my gaze was met with two pairs of identical sea blue eyes. It was Fred and George, or as I like to call them, Gred and Forge, "Look at that George!" exclaimed Fred as he smirked and laughed.
"Where do you think Bella's and Harry's adventures have taken them this time? A closet, maybe, where they were... snogging!" he said dramatically, clutching his chest and falling to the ground.
I snorted, "That was one time on a dare, you two," I said, and then added with a sly, saucy wink at Harry, "And besides, that's why the whole 'sneaking out at midnight' concept was invented."
Fred and George looked at me, wide eyed. I smiled and decided to look behind me where the Cullens were standing. They were glaring daggers at Fred, Harry and George, "Sure, sure, that's what you want us to think," they said slyly.
I growled at them, and then five seconds later, we were all in hysterics. Then I heard a real growl and turned to see the Cullens still glaring at the three boys. I rolled my eyes and leaned more into Harry's side, which resulted in more growls. I smiled. "Come on, you guys, we have to go." I turned to Harry and winked slyly and saucily, "I'll see you tonight," and with that, I sashayed off with Fred, George and the Cullens in tow. I walked to the Common room where I said the password and walked inside, lounging on a plush, red couch. Tomorrow was going to be a really long day.
(A/N: I'd like to thank my Beta .winch)
