CHAPTER IV – Home and Picture Of The Past

Home is where the heart is? What if you're hearts broken? What if your 'home' stopped beating long ago?

EDWARD POV

Edward gripped the steering wheel of his silver Volvo, almost breaking the object, as he sped off towards his home, his siblings quiet in the car beside him.

All except their thoughts.

You shouldn't have tried to switch classes, Edward. That made things a hell of a lot worse…

Dammit, Jasper isn't gonna win the match this time. If I could…

Don't understand why Edward is getting so obsessed with this human. It's not like she's pretty or anything. Not like us…

Those kids seemed broken…and in Gym the dark one was really confused and all that…and before that they were almost pained-

"Jasper, what do you mean 'they were almost pained'?" Edward asked, his siblings turning to look at the blond in the backseat.

Jasper rubbed his brow, his brow furrowing slightly. "It was familiar, definitely familiar. All I got was that they were in pain about something, and they're healing. The couple more, Juno is in more pain than the other two". Edward growled low in his throat at that, swerving the car just outside their house. Before the siblings could even get out of the car, Edward was already gone, like a flash into the house. Jasper sighed before turning to look at his mate.

"Do you see anything?"

She shook her head. "Not really" she muttered. "I don't see anything from them. Nothing"

JUNO POV

01.33am. I grumbled, before rolling onto my stomach, my duvet wrapped around me like a straightjacket. I had been unable to talk to Hermione about the Cullen; Ron had forgotten almost everything about every Muggle subject he was studying, so Hermione and me had spent the entire night, trying to help him learn it again. I was almost thinking about asking someone like Jessica about them, which immediately sent a shiver down my back.

Sighing, I rolled over again, and flicked my lamp on. My room was as close as I could get it to the way my part of the dormitory back at Hogwarts looked like. Three large Gryffindor banners covered to of the walls, the Lion snarling at me wherever I looked, and a small Gryffindor flag was wrapped around the lampshade. Another side of the room was my desk, where my bag was flung over it, my Muggle books falling haphazardly over the floor. Most of my Hogwarts books were buried underneath the floorboards beneath my king sized bed, just like the small hideaway I had back at Privet drive. That thought made me smile. I crawled out of my bed, and walked to my desk.

Just above it, was my memorial. The wall was entirely covered with pictures and drawings, anything that reminded me of those who were lost in the war. Cedric Diggory, a Quidditch idol, was grinning cheekily from a photo just above my bag. Nymphadora Tonks, Remus' wife and Teddy's mother, was grinning at me from a large photo of her during her pregnancy, her hair bright pink. Hedwig, one of my only companions during the summer holidays, a pure snow-white owl, was drawn as a rough sketch by my friend, Dean, just beside Tonks' picture. Others, some people who I merely knew by name and had only just been introduced to, mainly members of the Order Of The Phoenix, were also there, including Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape. I glared at his photo.

I didn't know what possessed me to put up the photo of the man who had betrayed my parents. The man who hated my father. Who, if anything, bullied my father's name and me over the course of my time at Hogwarts. Maybe because he loved my mother? Loved her enough to protect me, James Potters brat over the space of six years. I snorted. That old bat having actual human feelings.

A piece of stretched out parchment was in the centre, a tribute to my headmaster and mentor, Albus Dumbledore, our new namesake. All the things he had said, that had changed me, helped me, I had written on this piece of parchment, the words in his biography not saying who Dumbledore was. A novel of hundreds of pages told nothing of the great wizard. One measly piece of parchment said everything.

My gaze flickered to the last photo that was resting slightly behind the parchment. The smiling but cold gaze of Draco Malfoy burned into me.

CULLEN POV

Carlisle Cullen was in a dilemma. He had gotten a frantic call from his wife and had immediately raced home from the hospital. Almost the instant he had entered the house, Esme had flung herself on him, hysterical, her brown curls as mess from running her fingers through it. From what Carlisle could get from his daughters Rosalie and Alice, Edward had encountered one of the new children the town had been buzzing about. Edward had been, almost attacked, by the girls scent. And from his panic from the new scent, he had begun to pack, ready to run.

Carlisle had always worried. Edward had been more closed off than his other children, even more so than Jasper, whom they had expected to be. Jasper had said that when he felt something off Edward it was always intense; sometimes he felt nothing at all from Edward.

But all it had taken was for a young girl, a human, to sit next to Edward and he had felt every emotion available. He had completely come undone. But now, from what he heard from his children, Carlisle was happy.

"Jasper?" the handsome blond asked his son who was standing in the doorway. The younger blond tore his gaze away from looking upstairs. "Could you and Emmett attempt to bring Edward down? There is much the family needs to talk about". Jasper merely nodded and left. Rosalie scoffed, filing her nails.

The rest of the family, Alice and Esme, both sat on one of the couches, trying to keep calm, and Alice attempting to see Edward's future; she had been trying for hours since they had gotten back from school, but she was still unable to see anything of the Dumbledore's futures that was connected to theirs.

Carlisle smiled as his sons entered, Jasper and Emmett practically dragging the distressed brunette vampire, before throwing him onto the couch, in between Alice and Esme.

"Now, Edward" Carlisle said, sitting in one of the chairs in front of his son, the rest of the family taking their own positions. Alice and Esme both clutched one of Edward's arms, trying to restrain him in case he tried to run. "Tell me, exactly, what happened today?"

Edward remained silent, his gold eyes still burning with confusion, and he tugged at his hair slightly. "I don't know" he finally muttered. "In the cafeteria and before, I was fine. But…her scent, Carlisle. Her scent. It drove me crazy" he began to speak faster and began to breathe faster to match, trying to explain, to get Carlisle to help him. "She was mine" he growled, possessively. "I've never wanted anything so much, and it was already mine. I would've killed everyone, anyone, to prove that she was mine. No one could touch her but me. I was so tempted, Carlisle. I thought it out. Exactly how to kill them, I want-"

"But you didn't" Esme interrupted.

"Just" Edward added, his eyes beginning to light up. "It would be worth it. She…She's perfect, Carlisle. You and Esme would both love her. I mean, she's beautiful, and she's not afraid to show anyone her opinion" Edward grinned, at the memory of her yelling at a horrified Jessica. Dr Cullen smiled at the look on his sons face, as did his wife.

"Then I don't see a problem" Carlisle smiled.

"She's human!" Rosalie cried, angry, while Edward and his brothers stared at Carlisle, Alice's thoughts buzzing on how to bring Edward and Juno together.

"Whether she is human or not, is not important" Carlisle explained, not removing his gaze from his youngest. "She is Edward's mate. Yes, Edward" he added, at his sons incredulous look. "She is your mate from all that you have all told me, and whether you try to stay away, whether she is human or vampire like us, you will always want her. Like you said, she's already yours. All you have to do is make contact"

Edward began to loose his smile at that. "That will be difficult because she…."

"She thinks he's creepy" Alice interjected, causing Edward to glare at her.

Carlisle frowned, confused. "And why is that?"

"Because…I couldn't' control myself, I couldn't stop looking at her in a way that would make her feel uncomfortable" Edward admitted, and Carlisle knew if he could, that he would have been blushing.

"That can definitely be fixed" Esme said. "All you have to do is pretend to be as normal and as nice as you can. I'm sure everything will be sorted out". Waiting until after Edward nodded, Esme gave a dazzling smile. "Now, tell all about her"

Before Edward could even open his mouth, Alice launched into an explanation. "She's about my height, really pretty, I mean for a human. I swear if her heart wasn't beating, I swear she would be like one of us. She's from England, and she moved here with her two siblings, all adopted, and they're Ron and Hermione. They're actually a couple, which has sparked many new rumours. Ummm…she is fierce. I mean, Jessica insulted the fact you couldn't have kids, and Juno just shoved it right back in her face" Alice finished with a giggle, bouncing in her seat.

"She sounds lovely" Esme said, smiling at the thought of her future child, if she had anything to say about it, protecting her honour.

Edward gave a small smile, thinking of the beautiful brunette. "She's perfect"

02.36am. Edward did not know why he had come, but he knew he had to see her. His mate. His missing piece.

He had quickly found their house, just a small one on a heavily populated busy road. It was nice and cosy, with Juno's beaten up truck in its drive. Almost silently, Edward moved and in a flash he was outside one of the bedroom windows. Edward peered through the partial opening in the curtains.

It was neat and tidy inside, with two schoolbags thrown on the floor. Apart from that it reminded him of Esme and Carlisle's room for the pure maturity that it seemed to be decorated in. It was a pale blue, with a few pictures on the walls, and with a smile, Edward saw Juno in a least two, in both wrapped in a hug with Ron and Hermione. In the dark room, he noticed movement, and glanced to the large king sized bed to see Ron and Hermione themselves sound asleep, arms around each other.

Hermione's head was resting on Ron's shoulder and his hand was placed protectively on hers, his even breathing ruffling her curls slightly. In their peaceful serenity, Edward could practically feel the love they had for each other, reminding him so much of the love between his family and their mates. He smiled. Juno has a loving family.

Knowing she was just around the corner, Edward moved to the tree and round the back of the house, too fast for man to se. He finally reached the window. Her window.

Her room was insanely different to that of her siblings. Even in the darkness Edward could see it was bright red, with large flags of a lion. On one side of the room was an assortment of photos and pieces of paper. On the bedside table next to the bed, was even more photographs, one of Juno with her siblings, and that of a dark haired man and a redhead with dazzling green eyes, that Edward knew that they were Juno's parents, and a picture of a small baby that Edward did not know about yet. He cautiously opened the window and he leant in, and almost gasped at the smell of his mate. Taking slow steps, he was standing beside her.

She was lying curled up in her bed, her hair loose from a ponytail, wearing shorts and a tank top, showing even more scars, causing Edward to growl. Across her right thigh was a deep and long scar starting from above her shorts to just below the knee. On the other leg there were a few deep scratches running down her leg, almost rake like. But her face held no marks at all, apart from the lightning. He edged closer, kneeling beside the bed.

Her eyelids fluttered as he got closer, but she just sighed and buried her face into her arm. Edward wished to touch her, to run his hand over her red lips, followed by his own, but he mustn't. He must wait. But he gingerly reached out and ran a hand; almost ghost like, across her hair. He saw her smile in her sleep, and he knew that if his heart could beat it would be audible.

Here, his Juno was at so much peace, that when she was awake she was only half of what she should be. Edward leant forward until his lips were pressed against her ear.

"I promise," he whispered, and she twitched slightly. "I'm going to make everything better for you. I promise, Juno"