A/N: So so sorry for missing the past few weeks of posting a chapter, between having no internet and starting up with school. But, here it is... CHAPTER 4! Major apologies for my major FAIL!

This chapter features one of Harry Potter's beloved characters, Cedric Diggory, as well as the Twilight usuals. For more information about this chapter and the characters within (including a thought from our Jessica's POV) check out the blog at .com.

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4.

*~*~*For a minute there, I thought you were going to let that thing get to me. ~Cedric Diggory, Goblet of Fire*~*~*

*~*~*Carlisle's POV*~*~*

I walk into the ward early the next morning not quite sure what to expect. Emmett greets me, chipper as usual. After giving me quick updates about our resident patients, he hands me the morning rounds form.

Forest Meadow Mental Health Facility

Physician: Dr. Carlisle Cullen

Time/Date: 7:07 am, Tuesday, January 11

Ward/Floor: S. Meyer Wing, 5th floor minimum security

CLINICAL NOTES

OBSERVATIONS:

Masen, Anthony
For the first night in a week, Anthony has slept. McCarty notified me that upon taking the prescribed sleeping aid the night before, he seemed to have fallen asleep quickly and has shown no signs of nightmares or night terrors. Volturri's notes from the night seem to concur. I am concerned as Anthony has maintained that he is Edward since our group therapy session last week. He claims that we are like his family, and knowing that, he seems content, especially in the face of the tragedy he has suffered. I'm glad he's adjusting well, but am concerned that there is no hint of a different personality appearing. Maintain constant surveillance over him throughout the day to see if there are any signs of a change.

Brandon, Mary Alice
Alice is reading a wizard book this morning. She's been busy buzzing about. She has seemed to find a brother in Anthony. He seems amused by her childlike ways. I have noticed that they watch out for each other. This may be beneficial to Mary Alice's mental state overall. Increase interaction with Anthony as long as his behaviour permits.

Hale, Rosalie
She is more withdrawn and avoids any conversation with Anthony. The Giselher personality has caused a great setback with her. Even with the increased dosage of anti-depressants, she is withdrawn. Have Esme talk privately with her and try to get to the root of the problem. Talk with her again about the possibility of starting family therapy. Try to have Emmett approach her and speak to her reassuringly.

Whitlock, Jasper
He seems to be taking his new roommate in stride. I have overheard him speaking to the Edward personality as though he really trusted him. It seems they have bonded and that has brought out a side of Jasper that I have never witnessed before. Monitor Jasper as normal, but keep watch for a change if Anthony changes from Edward as it may affect him negatively. Maintain prescribed dosage of Clozapine on schedule.

PLAN:

Today's meals will be held in ward as the cafeteria goes through it's six month health inspection. Try to get Rosalie involved with the others and not let her get away with hiding from everyone. Allow Alice to interact more with Anthony. Allow Jasper the same consideration.

*~*~*Cedric's POV *~*~*

My eyes pop open, and I wake up to begin the day. I am so excited to have a day at school. I go through my morning routine - breakfast, washing, and dressing - and prepare everything to head out. My friend Jasper wakes up as I am about to step out of the door.

"Where are you going, soldier?" he asks as he sits up on his bed and stretches.

"School, of course," I reply and head out for the day.

I manage to get to school quickly that morning as I am already walking through the halls. I happen upon a girl sitting on the couch, looking at a really neat book with a wizard and dragon on the cover.

I walk over to her and say, "That book looks so cool. What's it about?"

She flips through the pages and answers, "It's about wizard games and dragon races."

"That sounds like fun. Do you mind if I sit next to you and look along?"

"Not at all." She smiles and pats the couch next to her.

After I sit, I make my introduction. "My name is Cedric Diggory. What's yours?"

"Mary Alice, but I like to go by Alice more."

"Is this your first day of school, too?"

"School? No. I've been here for as long as I can remember."

We discuss the book's pictures. She tells me how much she loves the wizard's cape and I tell her how cool flying on dragons could be. She explains the different dragon colors, and I add in what I knew about casting spells.

"Could you keep it down?" a voice hisses from behind us.

Alice and I get on our knees and peer over the back of the couch. There is a beautiful woman sitting there flipping through a stack of books. She doesn't stop to read anything, which is really weird, I think.

"Is she the librarian?" I whisper.

Alice leans over to me and answers, "That's Rose. She's mean. Like... an evil wizardess type of mean."

"Oh. That bad, huh?"

"I said quiet!" Rose spat with an evil glare.

Alice and I slink down on the couch in hopes that her evil magic would float above us.

"You wanna go to another room?" Alice asks. "We can do something else."

"Okay," I agree.

Alice grabs my hand and leads me through the plain school halls. She begins to skip, and I follow her lead. We run right into a very large guy. He looks like a wrestler from TV with his tight shirt and big grin.

"Sorry, Emmett," Alice apologizes. "Cedric and I were trying to get away from Rose. She's in a mood."

"Well, be careful as you go through the halls. We have food carts coming in soon. If you want to get rid of your energy, go to your room and do some exercise."

"Yes, Coach Emmett," I say with a small salute, like I had noticed Jasper doing earlier.

He gives me an odd look as Alice and I pass him slowly.

"Good salutin', soldier," Jasper says with a wink as we pass him standing in a doorway.

Alice leads me through the halls, and we pass by an office. There is a blond man sitting at it and writing up a storm. He glances at us and calls us into his office. After Alice introduces us, we are back on our way to find something to keep busy with.

"The principal here is really nice," I comment.

"You mean daddy?"

"You're dad is the principal? That is awesome! I bet you can do almost anything you want around here."

Alice shrugs. "Sometimes. You wanna see what mommy gave me the other day?"

"Sure."

I tell Alice that she is very lucky as she explains that it isn't her birthday. I can't imagine getting random presents for no reason. Gosh, I barely remember getting presents for my birthday. Or even Christmas. As I think about it, I don't even remember ever getting a present. Weird.

"Aren't they beautiful?" she asks, holding out a box of crayons.

"Very. I see you haven't even used them yet," I note as I see the points are all perfect.

"Not yet, but soon. I'm still working my way through an older box."

"Yeah... I know it can take a while."

We sit discussing favorite colors and I can't think what mine is, so I just blurt out blue for no reason. Alice's is purplish pink. She shows me her art, drawings upon drawings using all sorts of shades of purples and pinks with the occasional green and blue tossed in for variety. Well, that's what she said anyway.

As she offers me a piece of paper to color on and her older crayons, there is a knock on the door. Coach Emmett was letting us know that it was lunchtime in the common room. We get off of the floor and hold hands back through the hallways again.

We make it to the big room with the TV, we spot Rose sitting alone at a table picking at her food. She glares at us, and we turn for the other table that was occupied by Jasper. He stands up and escorts Alice to a chair, pulling it out for her and everything. It was cool... just like grown ups do.

I eat whatever the slop is that is served to us. You'd think we would have had picnic stuff since we were eating on paper plates and with plastic spoons, but instead there was this brown stuff on top of a piece of toast. At least we have cherry juice boxes that help flavor the nasty goop.

After lunch, Alice asks Jasper to join us, but he declines saying he has his strategy maps to look after. Alice and I look at Rose and she rolls her eyes and curses us under her breath. I feel weak and am almost quite sure that she cast a spell on me.

Alice walks me through the halls to her room so she can check me over. We pass by a beautiful woman that she points out is her mommy. I wave, say hello, and make a comment about her pink nail polish that sparkled like fairy dust. Alice explains our emergency and we continue to her room.

She lays me on the bed and looks at the book with the wizard on the cover again. "Let me try this," she says waving her hand over me. "Thistle burns, winds blow, if there's a spell, let it show."

I close my eyes tightly and she lets out a disappointed sigh. I open one eye and ask, "Nothing?"

"Nothing came up. Hmmm... I thought for sure Rose did something to you."

"Maybe you need a wand? The wizard on the cover has one."

Her eyes widened in excitement. "You're right!" She looks around her room and says, "I got it!"

She walks over to her box of new crayons and takes out a pretty color that she had told me was Orchid before.

"Okay, I have the wand. Let me try again." She repeats the spell and murmurs, "Oh dear."

"What?"

Her head shakes as she flips through the book. "You have a Respiritio NonCompensus spell cast upon you. If I don't act fast, you won't be able to breathe."

I begin to choke and gasp for air. I clutch my throat and gasp, "It's working. Help."

She waves her wand over me and chants what she says is an Anapneospell. When she points her wand to me, my airway opens and I can breathe again. "Thanks, Alice. I thought for sure Rose was going to kill me with that spell."

"Glad I had my wand. Maybe you should get your wand before she tracks us down to see if she's succeeded."

"Good idea." She extends her hand with the box of crayons towards me and I choose my wand, a lovely green color.

"Good pick, Cedric. That matches your eyes. I bet it will work the best for invisibility spells."

We practice our wizardry for a few hours. I wasn't feeling safe still, so I pull out two small blankets that were resting on the small shelf near the window. I chose the black one for myself and hand Alice the purple one.

"What is this for?" she asks puzzled.

I tie the corners around my neck and answer, "It's our cloaks. I used the invisibility spell on them. It will help us hide when we need to."

"Good thinking." She copies me and ties hers around her neck. "Now what?"

I sit and think for a moment before it hits me. "We should have a dragon race!"

Her eyes light up and she smiles. "That would be so excellent!"

"Let's pick our dragons out."

We walk through her room and she stops. "I want the pretty orange one. Orange means fast."

I nod. After a moment, I announce my choice. "Black. He's good with turns. The turns are important in racing."

I walk out of her room onto the race course. I wait for a minute for Alice to come out. She is carrying her box of new crayons, and I ask, "Why do you have those?"

"In case we run into the evil Rose again. We will be prepared for any spell she might cast." Alice was a very smart girl. She was totally thinking ahead.

We prepared for the start of the race. Alice gave her dragon a pep talk, and I gave my dragon some food. When it was time, we mounted our dragons and got ready for the race.

"On the count of three," I say. "1... 2... 3!"

We were off. Alice and I were neck and neck until that first crazy turn.

"Watch it!" Emmett yelled as she almost ran into him.

"Sorry Coach," I apologize for her as I pat my dragon for making that tricky turn.

"I'm catching up," Alice yelled as she was back at my side again.

"That was close, Alice. Thank goodness my dragon's steering is perfect."

"Yes, but mine is faster." She passes me as we make a run to the main entry. "I see the finish line!"

There is no way I was going to lose to a girl. I run faster to catch up, but my dragon loses control. I fall into Alice and we slide on the slippery track into a tall metal wheeled cart. The cart falls over with a loud crash, food and drinks spilling everywhere.

"Alice, are you alright?" I ask helping her sit up.

"I'm good," she replies wiping brown goo from her cape. "I think the dragons will need to go to the vet now."

"Yeah..." I say as a very upset looking nurse steps from behind her desk.

"What the hell do you two think you're doing?" she yells at us with a scowl on her face.

Alice's eyes widen. "It's the evil queen. She practices baaaad magic."

I pull my green wand out of my pocket and wave it around, chanting a spell for niceness.

"You two are in a lot of trouble."The evil queen grabs my arm and yanks me up, making me drop my wand. Alice starts waving her wand and the queen does the same to her.

Alice pulls out her box of crayons with her free hand and opens it go get a new wand, but the evil queen rolls her eyes and takes the box from her and places it in her desk. Alice screams and the evil queen yanks hard on our arms.

Thankfully, Coach Emmett came in time. "Nurse Stanley, what are you doing to them?"

"They're going to get in their rooms. Look what they've done."

Coach Emmett looks at the mess and scolds the evil queen. "Jessica, sometimes things happen, but that is no excuse to hurt the patients. I'll take care of them, you call Riley up to clean the mess."

She nods and shoves us towards Coach Emmett. He takes us in his gentle, yet firm grip and starts walking us to our rooms.

Alice is in tears and can barely breathe. Jasper steps out into the hall and asks if he may be of assistance. Emmett asks him to walk her down to her room.

With a loud, "Yes, sir," and a salute, he offers Alice his arm and walks her down the hall.

Emmett stays behind to make sure I get into bed until the principal can be notified of the events. I try to explain about my dragon having a malfunction. I try to let him know that she took Alice's present. I try my hardest, but he just doesn't listen.

He leaves me alone in the low-lit room, and I feel scared. Doomed. I start rocking on my bed, trying to comfort myself, but for some reason I am feeling worse.

Just then, Jasper opens the door and hands me a folded piece of paper. "From Miss Alice."

I take it from him and open it. 'I'm sorry, Cedric. Maybe we can play again soon,' was scribbled in bright red cursive letters. Upon seeing that, flashes of red squiggles on plates run through my mind.

Although I don't know why, the instant I see that, I begin to cry, totally freaking out. I lay down on my bed and my knees seem to know to pull up to my chest, my arms feel right clutching them tightly. As I am crying uncontrollably, a bad feeling rises into my chest.

Something bad is going to happen to me. I just know it.

*~*~*Anthony*~*~*

I'm scared and alone. I don't know what's happening and I don't want to know. I'm just desperate for it all to stop. Please God, make it all go away. Voices, on the other side of the wall, cause me to cover my ears with my hands. A Polaroid photo floats through the air, swaying slowly to the floor. Closing my eyes tightly, I try to ignore it.

It continues to flutter around my head, making my hair ruffle. Hushed whispers of many voices culminating together to a dull roar inside my head.

I don't want to look at the photo. I know it's bad...a real bad, memory. However, the voices are insistent. That gnawing voice urging you to be brave and do what is right. I often wonder if other people's conscious is as loud as mine...or as precarious.

"You aren't exactly the best judge of what is or isn't dangerous," one whispers harshly.

Things had been getting better. I had felt safe for a little while. Now, terrible dread flows through my veins, rippling under the surface of my skin. Rocking back and forth, I wish as hard as I can for someone to make it better, make things right, even just for a little while.

Opening my eyes, I was filled with the knowledge of how to make it right. One track minded, I spring from the bed.

"Soldier?" my flatmate asks, groggily.

"Go back to sleep," I tell him quietly.

"Is it the enemy soldier? I can help," he says, reaching for his belt, hanging on the bedpost, with one hand as he pulls back the covers with the other. He's wearing his boots already, still tied tightly. I roll my eyes and motion for him to stop.

"Stay here. This is more of a...private mission."

It takes him a moment but realization lights his face and he nods in understanding.

"Have fun soldier," he murmurs, covering back up.

I shake my head at him, scrunching my face. "Don't call me soldier. Call me Richard," I say, slipping out the door of our room.

Taking my time, I swagger down the hall. I smell her perfume before I turn the corner and I take a minute to fluff my hair. Looking down at my body, I see that I am wearing a plain white t-shirt and blue striped pajama pants. Whipping my shirt off, I sling it over my shoulder. Then, releasing the drawstring on my pants, I feel them fall loosely on my hips.

Breathing deeply, I feel the confidence and pride wash over me. "Yes," I hiss, loving the power overwhelming me.

One last breath and I'm turning the corner and walking right over to Jessica. I don't stop in front, I walk right around the desk, staring her down.

She jumps when she sees me and quickly stands, slamming shut her top desk drawer, but not before I notice the pack of Crayola's inside.

"What do you want boy?" she asked, not taking her eyes off of my chest. She's not looking at me like a mere boy, I muse. Smirking at her obviousness, I kick the chair out of my way and close the short distance between us, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her flush against me. As I predicted, she doesn't even struggle, instead, melts into me.

"I want the crayons," I whisper in her ear, allowing my breath to wash over her neck.

Her body freezes against me, as she remembers, "Cedric," she seethes, spitting the name out with disgust.

Locking my arm tighter, I gaze down at her in contempt.

"Cedric has one of the purest, sincerest, kindest minds I've ever heard and I am lucky to have his thoughts to share," I tell her.

Her breath hitches and she involuntarily pushes herself against me. Her eyes grow wide as she realizes the same thing I do, she likes it rough. Aiming to please, I palm her ass rudely and when she reaches for her sore backside, I capture her wrists in one hand, raising them above her head. I hesitate just for a moment, gauging her reaction. When she meets my eyes, I see no hint of fear, only lust.

Seizing the opportunity, I shove her against the desk and smash my lips to hers. When she is panting hard and unable to breath, I pull back slightly, biting her bottom lip. Using my grip on her hands, I pull her to me and spin her around like a doll.

Jessica moans loudly but her enjoyment is over, she deserves to be punished and I have been chosen for the job. Jerking her skirt up over her hips, I smack her harshly on the ass. Before she can catch her breath, I strike again and again until her skin is an angry red.

When she whimpers, I step back, completely removing my hands from her. She whimpers again, pushing her body back towards me. When she realizes I am not near, she looks over her shoulder, using her eyes to plead with me.

I close my eyes again, inhaling the power I now exuded over her, feeling it flow through my veins. Looking at her again, I smirk cruelly then, turn and walk away, leaving her unsatisfied. As I turn the corner of the corridor, heading back to my room, I slip the box of crayons into my pocket that I stole from Jessica's drawer while she was otherwise preoccupied.

Jasper smiles fully when I show him my treasure. I hid the box in the drawer with my shirts and slip under the covers of my bed. Allowing the scene to replay in my mind, I fist my erection, humming throatily. When I get to the part where I left her, bent over the desk, broken and willing to do anything for me, I come all over my hand.

*~*~*~* Carlisle POV *~*~*~*

"Felix, would you please come in here?" I ask as he walks by my door, doing the nightly room checks.

"Yes, Dr. Cullen."

"Would you mind taking these boxes of last year's files down to the records room for me? I would have had Emmett do it, but he left for the night before I had the chance to ask."

He smiles and happily says, "Sure, I'll do it. Not a problem, Dr. C."

As he pushes the dolly cart with the three boxes out of my room, I realize what has him so eager to help out. "Tell Jane I said hello."

He stops and looks at me, utterly shocked. "How did you know?"

I shake my head and chuckle, saying, "Everyone knows about you two. Just remember that you are needed on the ward, all right?"

He nods and goes on his way.

I finish up my verbal notes and log them into the computer. After gathering my paperwork and sliding it into my briefcase, I remove my white coat and prepare to head out for the night.

I begin my walk through the halls toward the elevator. I pass by Alice's room and can her her singing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star over and over. I glance through the window in Rosalie's room and see her sitting on her bed and staring out of the window. I pass by Jasper and Anthony's room, and notice that the door is slightly ajar. I peek in and see that Jasper is in his bed, but Anthony isn't there.

I go searching through the halls, hoping to find him myself before a missing patient alert had to be sounded. I walk back through the halls, re-checking the rooms. He's not in any of them. I walk through the common room and he's not in there either. I quickly walk up to the front desk to see if Miss Stanley had seen him.

As I approach the desk, I can hear two voices, one of them Anthony's.

"Cedric." Miss Stanley's voice was breathy, lust filled.

The other voice belonged to Anthony. But, there was something to his tone that sent a chill up my spine as he spoke, "Cedric has one of the purest, sincerest, kindest minds I've ever heard and I am lucky to have his thoughts to share."

It isn't Anthony, though, nor was it the personality I had met earlier that day, Cedric. He was innocent and very childlike. This one... this one was different, more dark. I peek around the corner and see that Anthony has Miss Stanley pressed against the desk, kissing her.

I lean back against the wall, not wanting to start a disruption without having Felix or Emmett around to help restrain him. I stay there, listening. I hear heavy breathing, and then smacks and moans.

After a moment, there is nothing but silence. I peek around the corner again to see Anthony looking back over his shoulder and smirking. As he walks by, he holds a posture I hadn't seen on him before - tall and proud as though he were a male peacock in mating season.

I peer back into the hallway and see Anthony enter his room and quietly shut the door. I am left with so many questions. Who was Anthony projecting himself to be that time? Why did he force himself upon Miss Stanley in that way? If he sleeps tonight, who will he be when he awakens in the morning?

I walk back down the hall as I pull out my cell phone and scroll through the names, finding the one I needed. "Hello, Esme. There's been an incident and I won't be coming home tonight."

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