Chapter three: D-E-A-D
It was a tough week. The subjects were pretty hard, and the strange creatures kept to themselves. How were they supposed to find out about them?
George decided to lighten the mood a bit by being naughty, and influencing Harry and Ron. They played wizard chess by night, and took their wands with them to school, just in case.
The vampires tried to get their minds off the new students, but it was next to impossible. They were too careful.
None of them managed to talk to each other or find out anything until on unfortunate Friday.
Harry had last period with Jasper. They silently looked at each other, wondering what secret the other was hiding. But that had gotten old. Harry used a trick Fred had taught him a long time ago. He made a paper airplane and muttered a spell that didn't require his wand.
"Flius unstoppablus." He whispered at the paper airplane. When the teacher turned around he threw it.
It soared all around the classroom, narrowly missing many people's heads. Everyone ducked, even the teacher. Finally, the paper airplane smashed into the teacher's face, giving him some nasty paper cuts. Many people sniggered.
"Who threw the paper airplane?" The teacher growled. If Harry had been a better mood, he might have denied it. But he wasn't. He was still sad and frustrated with the war. He raised his hand. "Me." He said, without the smallest hint of regret.
"Mr. Potter! I will have to talk to your parents!" Really? Harry thought. He gets that mad for a paper airplane? The last word struck Harry like a jinx.
"I think you'll find that difficult, sir." He said through clenched teeth. "And why is that?" He questioned. No, not again, the wizard groaned in his mind. But he jumped to his feet.
"Because they're dead, sir. D-E-A-D! So you might want to talk to Ron's parents. I'm sure that they'll yell at me instead." With that, he stormed out of the classroom.
Jasper was shocked at what he had just seen. One second, Harry Potter was feeling mischievous, the next he's feeling bitter, sad, angry, and painful. He couldn't help gasping quietly along with the others when he revealed that his parents were dead. This was his opportunity to dig.
After a surprised moment of silence, Jasper raised his hand. "Sir, I have to go to the bathroom. May I be dismissed?" He asked. "Of course, Jasper. The day is about to end. All of you gather your things!" He announced.
Jasper took two seconds grabbing his things and he ran at a human speed toward the door. The second he was out of sight, he ran slightly faster. He found the Potter boy hidden between buildings one and two.
"That was quite a show back there." He commented, coming closer to him. He jumped, and quickly wiped his tear-streaked face.
"Ha, ha. Go away." He grumbled. Jasper stayed where he was. "I don't mean to tease you at all. I've never seen a paper airplane do all those tricks." He said truthfully. Harry's face tightened. His emotions radiated fear.
"What can I say? I have talent." Harry said, recovering himself. "I'm sorry about your parents." Jasper said in a very truthful voice. "Isn't everyone? It's always the same thing. You look just like your father, except the eyes. You have your mother's eyes." He recited bitterly.
Now that Jasper was closer, he could scan the boy properly. Something caught his attention. He had many scars. But one stood out. There was a lightning shaped red scar in the smack-dab middle of his forehead. He hadn't seen it before, because his hair was in the way.
But now, he had moved it away from his face to wipe his tears. "I'm sorry to ask… but how did you get that scar?" Jasper asked curiously. Harry immediately put his hair back in place. "I really have to go now." He ran at full human speed away from the curious vampire.
What an interesting afternoon.
Harry couldn't believe he had talked with one of them. He had been stupid. But the boy had seemed fairly nice. It wasn't like he had tried to kill him or anything… yet.
He decided not to tell anyone about the day's incident. It wasn't very important. He simply when home and sulked, as usual.
The next day, Harry was walking into the cafeteria, when he saw the mind reader sitting with his girlfriend. She looked hypnotized. Before he could reach his own table, a hand stopped him.
He turned. It was Jasper.
"I wanted to apologize about asking about your scar yesterday. It was rude." Harry noticed he was breathing close to nothing. "Natural thing to do. Look, I really have to go…" He started toward his table again, but Jasper stopped him.
"Wait. I'm a bit curious about something. If it's not too personal, why did you move here?" Before Harry could answer, Ron's voice echoed through the whole room.
"Bloody hell!" He shouted. He jumped to his feet, along with the others, and they ran toward Harry.
Ginny took his arm tightly, and they dragged him away from Jasper.
Once they were in the parking lot, they stopped, panting. "Harry. Stay away from them." Hermione gasped.
Hermione waited for Harry to come to the table, but he was stopped by Jasper. They started to talk. So she started without him.
"Muffliato! Hard, pale skin… they didn't come on Tuesday… golden eyes… beautiful… never eat…" She whispered to herself, as the others listened carefully. She suddenly gasped.
"No! It doesn't make sense! The eyes aren't the right color. And that girl is definitely not one of them… oh no…" She fretted. "Spit it out! What is it?" George urged.
"The Hales and Cullens are vampires." She mumbled. "Bloody hell!" Ron yelled, seeing Harry talking to the vampire. They dragged him away.
"Why?" Harry protested. "They're vampires!" She revealed. "That's… but… of course! I saw that muggle girl! She looked like she was hypnotized!" He remembered. "What is she? A portable snack?" Ginny shuddered. "We have to tell her." George agreed. They headed back.
After the day was over they split up to find the girl. Finally, Harry and Hermione found her alone by the gym. They walked up to her casually.
"Oh, hi!" She waved kindly. "I haven't talked to you because I know what a pain being the new student is. I'm Bella Swan." She added. "I'm Harry Potter." Harry said. "Hermione Granger." Hermione winked.
"Look. We wanted to talk to you about your boyfriend." Harry started. But Bella suddenly took up defensive. "Edward? What about him? He's just a guy." She blurted out. The wizard and witch exchanged looks. She knew.
"Um… Bella? Do you know that Edward and his family are…?" Hermione trailed off. "Are what? They're just really nice people that keep to themselves." Bella assured them. Did they know the family secret? How could they?
"Bella, listen to us. You have to stay away from them. It's dangerous." Harry persisted. Like a flash of lighting, he was on the floor. Edward, the mind reader, was crouched in an offensive stance. A low growl was coming from his throat.
"Edward… no it's fine. Don't worry." Bella tried to pull him straight. Harry and Hermione looked at each other. They agreed on something. Run.
They jumped to their feet and ran away as fast as they could. They saw Mr. Weasly's car and hopped on with the others. "Go!" Harry shouted. They swerved away.
"You scared them away." Bella told Edward. "That was the point." He rolled his eyes. "They were just trying to help." She excused them. "Bella, they're not normal. We have to be careful. They know what we are, now it's time we found out what they are."