Author's note- I'm so sorry! School and life are stressful and depressing right now, and I just have not been concerned with writing for a while. I have decided to take a break from my pity-party and jump back into my second-life of fanfiction. Anyhow, here it is after a long 5 months. I love all of you people who review, and even those of you who don't. I had just about given up on fanfiction, since I have no motivation to do anything at all, but I recently received a few new reviews and I couldn't just quit. I realized that there are actually still people out there who read this and I had no desire to let you guys down.

Disclaimer- I don't own them, you guys ought to know this.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Carlisle spent the rest of his afternoon deep in thought. He originally wanted to allow Hermione to figure out what he was, but he just wasn't sure if he wanted to wait that long anymore. Part of him was screaming that it would be a bad idea to tell a witch that he was a vampire, but another part was screaming that he needed to tell her the truth. He suspected that Hermione would be just as understanding of his kind as her cousin, Bella, but there were no guarantees. Carlisle was still deep in thought when he heard the slamming of car doors and, upon looking at a clock, realized that it was time for his 'children' to be getting back from school.

Carlisle wasn't sure where Emmett had been since he was sent home from school, but he was probably out hunting and would be back eventually, so Carlisle wasn't worried.

I might as well ask for their opinions. After all, this would affect them as much as me. Emmett can be brought up to speed on whatever we decide later, and if he objects then he can let me know.

"Can you guys come in here for a moment?" He called from his office "We need to have a family meeting."

Within what would have appeared to be no time at all to a human, but seemed an eternity to Carlisle, the entire family had gathered in his office. Alice seemed unnecessarily happy and Carlisle was pretty sure that meant she was well aware what the meeting was about. Rosalie strolled in as unconcerned as ever, immediately going over to laze on the couch beneath the office window, and did not appear to be remotely curious as to why Carlisle would call a family meeting. Jasper was just….well, he was Jasper. Calm and quiet, but remaining hyperaware of his surroundings at all times.

"Alright…umm…I don't exactly know how to put this, but I have something important to tell all of you. It's about my past; it's something no being that walks the face of this earth knows, aside from me. Not even Aro, who probably believes he once knew my mind better than anyone. You all know that my father hunted vampires before he died, but we aren't the only sort of people he hunted. He also hunted witches, and wizards. It was for this reason that my mother had to keep her past and family hidden from him; it was why he never knew too much about my education. He never knew I attended Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Carlisle, what are you talking about? Witches aren't real." Rosalie interrupted, rolling her eyes at the absurdity of actually having to explain to a four-hundred year old man that people couldn't really wield magic.

"Oh, hush up, Rosalie! You know Carlisle wouldn't lie to us about something like this. Now let the man speak! You just might learn something you'll enjoy." Alice cut in before Carlisle had a chance to answer Rosalie.

"Alice is right, Rosalie, I'm not lying to you. When I was human, I was a wizard. My mother was a pure-blooded witch from an old family, and they disowned her when she married my father because he wasn't a wizard. My mother hid her magic from him for many years, right up until the day I turned eleven and got an acceptance letter to her alma mater. The Hogwarts letter was unexpected to say the least. My mother didn't believe I possessed any magical talent because I had not shown any signs yet and she thought she would be able to keep her abilities secret from the man she had married. He was horribly angry at the both of us; my mother feared for our lives. She was forced to put him under a powerful spell that she used to control him and make him forget what he knew. She succeeded in making him forget that we possessed magic, but her magic was weak from not being used and he managed to remember the existence of magic.

"Over the years my mother managed to keep him in the dark about where I was attending school so that I could learn magic in peace, but it was the summer before my seventh year of school when he broke free of her control. I was out on an errand for my father when he snapped. I arrived back at our home to the horrific sight of my father standing over my mother with a knife in his hand, repeatedly stabbing her long-dead body. He must have stabbed her thirty times at least. He was about to do the same to me, but I was faster than he was. I wasn't the most skilled wizard around, but there were some curses that I had no problems with even though they were difficult to some people. One such curse was known as the Imperius, which granted the caster complete control over the it was used on; it was highly illegal and, if caught, the caster can be sent to prison for their entire life. I used this to stop my father.

"While I was at school that year, I had to occasionally sneak out and check to make sure my father was still under my control and occasionally renew the curse. After I graduated, I realized that the amount of time he had been under my control had made him lose most of his sanity. He was too far gone to function on his own and died not long after I graduated from school. Everything else you know is true. His final wish was for his son to continue his work of ridding the world of those he considered vermin, and so I did. Even in the wizarding world, vampires were not looked upon very highly. I led the hunts for vampires from then on, conveniently forgetting about hunting witches, and got attacked by one. That's how I ended up the way I am now."

No one spoke for a minute. Most of the family was trying to imagine the times that Carlisle spoke of, and were having very little luck. They just couldn't imagine Carlisle having any sort of magical powers or breaking a magical law to turn his father into some sort of slave to Carlisle's will. It was incomprehensible.

Jasper was the first to speak. "Carlisle? Not that this wasn't interesting, but what made you decide to tell us now, after all these years?"

Carlisle wasn't exactly sure how to break it to them that their new teacher was also a graduate of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, so he decided that being blunt would be best in this instance. "When Bella was brought into the hospital by her cousin, I noticed immediately that there was something different about the woman. It took me a second, but I realized that she was a witch. This afternoon while at your school, I was speaking with your art teacher, who just so happens to be the aforementioned cousin of Bella's. While looking at some of her art, I accidentally let it slip that I was familiar with the location in a painting, Hogwarts. She now knows that I graduated from there. She is not yet aware that it's been well over three centuries since I graduated, but I would like very much for her to know this. I feel she is trustworthy, but I want your opinions and I will not move forward in this matter without all of your consent."

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Hermione's thoughts were on overdrive. She couldn't believe that there was another person in Forks who knew of Hogwarts! She found it hard to believe that he truly had no idea of the wars that had ravaged the wizarding world for many years, but was willing to accept Carlisle's word on the matter.

I just wish I knew more about him. How is it possible for him to be old enough that he'd never heard of Voldemort, even though he graduated from Hogwarts? He can't possibly be a day over thirty five, and that would be pushing it, even with the slow aging of wizards.

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Well, there it was. Short, I know, but it's more than I've done in months. Was it any good? Why don't you tell me, maybe in a review?

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