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There's a bit of Edward/Bella action in this chapter and I hope you like it!

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The next morning I woke up to find the scar on my forehead burning. I didn't think much of it and walked into the common room to find it filled with students. They were all talking frantically with their friends.

"What's going on?" I asked loud enough that the whole room heard me.

The room seemed to fall silent and stare at me. Hermione stood from her seat next to Ron and walked toward me, holding a copy of The Daily Prophet.

I took it from her and read it our loud. "Ministry of Magic officials were called to Diagon Alley early this morning after the Dark Mark was seen over Ollivanders. He was found dead two hours later with his shop in ruins. Ollivander is believed to have been tortured by the Curio curse, because he held information that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named wanted."

I handed The Prophet back to Hermione before looking around at the scared faces of the other students. This certainly explained why my scar was burning – Voldemort was feeling something very strongly.

My fists clenched and my muscles tightened; I really hope that he isn't happy about founding out something that could help him.

As soon as my anger and sadness over Ollivander's death had come, it was gone. I glanced at Jasper and smiled gratefully at him. He returned the smile. I knew this couldn't be easy on him as he couldn't change anyone's emotions in fear of having them notice.

Everyone was still watching me, waiting for my reaction.

"Voldemort is on the move," was all I said before leaving the common room. Hermione, Ginny, Ron and Harry all followed me to the Great Hall. The whole school seemed to be abuzz with the news of a new death related to Voldemort. I noticed that neither Snape nor Dumbledore were here for breakfast. I guess they still had things to think about after last night and the whole Order was probably trying to figure out why Voldemort chose Ollivander.

That's why I wasn't surprised when, half way through the meal, one of The Order's owls landed in front of me.

Bella,

I imagine that everyone at Hogwarts is currently very frightened over the latest death. Knowing you, you're more curious than frightened. I'm sorry to say that I can't write any information in a letter incase it is intercepted. I will, however, tell you that we are all safe and we believe that You-Know-Who didn't get whatever information he wanted from Ollivander. If Dumbledore wishes for you to be better informed then he will tell you himself.

Take care of yourself,

Moony.

I sighed after reading it and showed all my friends. In turn, they too, sighed after reading it.

Suddenly, the seat next to me was no longer empty. I looked to my left to find all the Cullens sitting there. Edward sat next to me with Alice on his other side, while Rose and Emmett sat on either side of Jasper, facing us.

"What was the sudden outburst of anger for this morning?" Jasper asked as I turned my attention to them.

"Voldemort is killing again," I said. "It's defiantly not something to be happy about."

"Was it that Ollivander guy everyone is talking about?" Rosalie asked.

"Yes."

"Who exactly is he?" Emmett asked.

"A wand maker," I told them. "Most likely the best there is," I pulled out my wand and admired it before continuing; "He made my wand, as well as its brother," I murmured.

"Brother?" Edward asked with his eyebrows pulled together.

I nodded. "Each wand is made of something different, as I'm sure you know, and it's called a core."

They all nodded.

"My wand is made of a Phoenix's feather, a very rare thing. The Phoenix whose feather is in my wand only gave one other feather, the one inside its brother," I said.

"Who has the other wand?" Alice asked.

"Voldemort," I told her.

"Is that one of the reasons why it's your job to kill him?" she asked.

I frowned slightly. "It's not the reason but it does symbolize the connection we have. I personally don't fully understand it but Ollivander did. I think that's what Voldemort wanted – information on our twin cores." I looked away from them and out the window at the school grounds.

I wasn't about to let any body know but I felt like this was my fault. Ollivander was dead because Voldemort wanted information on me, information that he had. How many more people were going to die before I finally killed Voldemort?

"You're feeling guilty," Jasper said suddenly.

My gaze flashed to him, I was always forgetting about Jasper's gift.

I nodded solemnly.

"Why?" Edward asked.

My gaze flickered to him, "People are dying because I don't have the courage or power to fulfill the prophecy." I'd said it louder than I'd intended to and all my friends were now looking at us.

"Bella," Ginny said, reaching her hand toward me. I moved out of her reach and her hand dropped. "This isn't your fault."

"How many people died while I was away because they knew where I was?" I asked her, already knowing the answer.

She looked down before muttering, "Four."

"Yes and all because of me; of course it's my fault!" I exclaimed.

"Bella it isn't –" Hermione started.

"I'm going to class," I muttered before leaving the Great Hall.

I made it about half way down the corridor away from the Hall when I felt someone touch my shoulder. I spun around to see who'd followed me, only to find myself alone, for the first time in six months, with Edward.

"Are you alright?" he asked taking a step towards me.

I looked up at the roof and took a deep breath, calming myself down.

"I'm fine," I said as I went to walk away.

He grabbed my arm and it felt like electricity shot through me. He let go of me quickly as though he too had been shocked.

"I know you, Bella," he said. "You're lying."

I scoffed, "You know the person I would have been if I were human but I'm not exactly human, am I?"

"You may not be as defenseless as I originally thought but that doesn't mean you're not the same person on the inside," he said. He was looking at me the same way he used to again, the way he looked at me when he told me he loved me.

All of a sudden his expression was filled with pain and sadness. I hadn't realized the tear that ran down my cheek.

"What's wrong?" He asked, taking a step towards me.

I took a step back, knowing I'd hurt more when it was over if I let myself get too close to him.

"Don't look at me like that," I muttered.

His expression turned confused, but you could still see the pain and the sadness.

"Like what?" he asked.

"Like you still love me!" I exclaimed.

The pain and sadness came back ten fold but he also looked almost regretful. He opened his mouth to speak when a group of second year Huffelpuffs rounded the corner. They all stopped walking when they saw us, standing alone in the middle of a corridor.

I sighed before turning to continue walking to class when Edward grabbed my arm again. This time he didn't let go but I didn't turn to look at him.

"We'll finish this conversation later," he said before turning on his heals and walking passed the Huffelpuffs, towards the Great Hall.

I sighed before finally making my way to Charms.

"What did Edward say to you this morning?" Alice bombarded me as soon as I entered the common room for my free period after break. We were alone in the common room; I wasn't really sure where the rest of the Cullens or Harry and Ron were.

"I'm pretty sure you already know," I pointed out.

She shook her head, "Whatever the two of you said, neither of you made a decision about it so I couldn't see it."

"If you really want to know ask Edward," I told her.

She sighed, "I already saw him saying 'no'."

"Sorry then but I'd rather keep it between us," I said truthfully.

She nodded understandingly.

"Where are the others?" I asked as I took a seat at a table, taking out my Charms essay.

"Jazz, Em, Rose and Edward are hunting," she said, obviously making sure no one was in hearing distance first.

I nodded, "And Harry and Ron?"

"Library again," she smiled.

I laughed, "For two people who really don't like reading, they sure do spend a lot of time in the Library."

Alice nodded, agreeing.

"Well I'm headed to the library too," I told her as I picked up my essay. I'd just realized that I too needed a book.

I arrived at the library about five minutes later to find Harry and Ron mucking around with a paper airplane that they'd made fly with magic.

"I'll be sure to tell Hermione this is what you were doing instead of your essay when you ask her to do it for you," I said as I approached.

Both their heads snapped up and the plane slowly fell to the table in between them. I laughed at their expressions before walking toward one of the book shelves. I skimmed the titles that I came across, looking for the book I needed. I finally found it and returned to the table Harry and Ron still occupied.

"Hey Bella," Harry started hesitantly.

I looked up at him, concerned; Harry wasn't one to ever be nervous.

"You met the Cullens before they came here, right?" he asked.

I nodded, wondering where this was going.

He took a deep breath and lowered his voice. "Then have you noticed anything different about them?"

I stared at him for a second, surprised.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I can't explain it," he said. "But when ever around them I get this weird feeling."

"Does it feel like you should be staying away from them?" Ron asked entering the conversation.

"Yes. Do you feel it too?" Harry asked.

Ron nodded, "It's such an odd feeling."

Harry's attention returned to me, "Do you get that feeling?"

I shook my head.

He smiled slightly, "Then again you never were one for staying away from danger." Both he and Ron laughed at his little joke.

I smiled faintly, thinking how true that really was.

The Cullens had returned from their hunt in time for Transfiguration after our free period. After my conversation with Ron and Harry, I wondered how many other students had felt that the Cullens were dangerous. I also wondered why I never once thought them to be; maybe I was just immune to it.

Professor McGonagall had us trying to turn a rabbit into a lizard and several people were able to do it, especially with the Cullens in the room. I had just managed to make my rabbit into a lizard when I heard Lavender Brown, a Gryffindor in our year scream. I, along with everyone else in the room turned to look in her direction.

She was sitting next to Neville who had just managed to turn his rabbit into a snake instead of a lizard and it was hissing in her face.

"Leave her alone," I hissed at it across the room. Every head looked away from the snake for a second to look at me. I was now standing up and walking toward the snake.

"Don't touch her," I told it.

The snake hissed once more in Lavender's direction before coming toward me. I pulled out my wand and turned it back into a rabbit before it could get closer than a meter to me. I looked up as the rabbit started running around the room to find everyone staring at me. They all already knew I was a Parselmouth but it didn't mean they weren't a little freaked out when I used it.

"Sorry," I muttered before returning to my seat.

Everyone seemed to eventually shake off the snake incident and return to their rabbits and lizards – except for the Cullens who I knew were going to be asking a lot of questions very soon.

I had to add something in there about Bella being a Parselmouth and the twin core that she shares with Voldemort. A lot of you also asked for a bit more Edward/Bella action and although this chapter only has a little bit they will 'finish this conversation later'.

Review if you want the next chapter,

Mel