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Chapter 9

Harry hadn't got much sleep last night, he kept jumping at the smallest of sounds, dreading the upcoming confrontation with Vampires tomorrow. All the while his stomach turned in knots as he kept imagining signs that wizards were coming from the battered window.

Dawn came and went and soon the alarm clock went off (normally he may have destroyed it in a flashback but today he had watched the numbers slowly rise 'til it reached his 'wake up' time) and proceeded to get up on automatic. One piece of scantily buttered toast and a glass of water whilst in his pjs. He showered quickly (and swore profusely when it abruptly turned freezing), dressed in record time and promptly stubbed his toe whilst getting his bag and keys.

All in all a rather average day in Harry Potter's household.

EDWARD

Bella hadn't returned, she wasn't answering her phone and Alice said she had no idea where Bella was other than 'away from Forks'.

A hard shove by Emmett brought him out of his brooding somewhat. "Time to go you ass." He obviously wasn't happy with himself but then again he supposed none of his family were. The hardest to deal with though had to be Renesmee, for even she was angry with him and she was almost never upset with him.

His family was falling apart all because of one stupid human-thing. The people he loved wouldn't even look at him with anything more than hatred it seemed. His beautiful wife that he loved dearly was gone, whilst jasper refused to get near the house.

He sighed as he felt the heat of the glares and the malicious thoughts, "I'm sorry," but there was no answer from his family, as usual. Sorry wouldn't cut it and until he could think of better words for forgiveness, sorry was the only thing he could say.

It had only been this way for a single day yet Edward already despised it.

HARRY

He absentmindedly looked around himself as he drove. He shook his head sadly when he saw the remains of what might have been a motorbike at some point, he was rather glad he didn't have to see what state the rider was in.

He arrived at school as everyone else did, so once he got out of the jam of cars and into the light rain, he briefly glanced at his timetable, it appeared he had AP maths- something he was still highly surprised by- and casually headed in the direction of where building 3 was located but simultaneously trying to 'blend' in with the crowd.

He arrived at the classroom, glanced at the board and promptly the word "crap" tumbled from his parted lips.

The classroom was set up for group work. 2 tables that fit 2 people were pushed together to make as expected- a table for 4. A seating plan was stuck on the board with sellotape, which considering everyone was already in their seats probably meant that it had been in place for a while. There were the odd free spaces dotted around the room but unfortunately his name was placed in the group of vampires he was currently trying to avoid. He matched the names on the board to the vamps in front of him, creeper was Edward, the half vampire was Renesmee- Renesmee? Really? Who calls their child Renesmee? -And the short pixie like (to muggles) one was the one sat next to him in art was Alice.

There was an extra name on the board for 'Bella Swan' although it appeared she wasn't here at the moment.

Quickly hoping to change where he would sit, he moved towards the teacher, asking quite plainly whether he could change places.

"There are no changes in my class," was the resounding reply.

He tried to protest. "But there are five people on a 4 man table and there are free seats." Yes it sounded desperate and whiny but he was trying to avoid the Cullens and this man wasn't helping.

Unfortunately it was all for nothing as the teacher just repeated his previous answer, with an extra "now sit down and shut up," all the while a glare on his ugly mug. He glanced around as he slowly lowered himself into the correct seat, opposite Edward and next to Alice. The whole class was staring at him almost amazed; it seemed that Mr Varner was the Snape of this school, even if Snape was a somewhat-good guy in the end.

He snapped out of his trance as he once again felt the creep- no EDWARD's glare, he rather hoped there would not be a repeat of last night. Looking to the rest of the table that he now resided on, he saw 2 rather wary but curious looks from the females although half- RENESMEE appeared to slightly angry with him.

It was that, that made him go slightly rigid in his uncomfortable plastic seat, he stopped writing MATHS VARNER on his orange divider as he prayed to whatever higher being there happened to be that ' Edward hadn't told them he had kissed me.' He looked up from the Naruto orange paper, glancing at Edward to see if he had heard. Thankfully it appeared he hadn't although he had this look as though he wanted to clean his ears out ( how Harry got this from a look he would never know) he sighed slightly in relief but it was short lived as they all once again turned to stare at him again.

He had always hated staring, from being a little boy wearing bad clothes and one more bruise than can be considered normal, to the worshipping stares and looks of awe he got for defeating Voldemort.

This prompted him to mutter quietly, "I am a person not a billboard, so stop staring at me."

Although he hadn't said it quietly enough.

"Harry Potter you may be new to my class however that is no excuse for interrupting my lesson boy." Harry hid a wince at the word boy. "Am I understood?" He quickly responded with a curt "yes sir" as his uncle taught him all those years ago.

"Stay behind after class." Harry sighed- he seemed to be developing a chronic sigh when anything happened to himself lately. He raised his eyes off the paper in front of him to the group around him, at least they weren't staring anymore.

The remainder of class went by but Harry wouldn't be able to recall any of it. He remained seated as he slowly packed his things away and the Cullens and the rest of the class rushed out rapidly. He looked down as he felt the accursed teacher stand behind him.

"I know it's hard son." Harry looked up at his face startled and bewildered 'this man knew nothing about him, so why?' "You're the new kid and you just want to fit in. I heard you also are living alone, which can be tough at your age." Harry stared rather incredulously at this harsh man who seemed to understand some of the simplest problems in his life at the moment. He almost smiled but he knew the other shoe would soon drop and he would be once again left just a little more wary and a little more cynical than before.

"But acting up in class is not the way to go," and there went that other shoe. "I know kids sometimes talk in class but you should pay attention, your education is important and you do not want to waste it." Harry hated the word 'should' it was one of the reasons he left England behind. "I am honestly not sure what your problem is with the Cullens as they are a model family," a family that sucked blood and killed things to survive. "In fact I find it hard to believe you already dislike the family considering you have only been here to days." Harry hated the word 'believe' too, no one ever believed him. "I'll let you go today with a warning as you are new to my class but I shall not be so lenient next time."

By the end of the speech Harry was closed off once again, only a little bitter as yet another person misunderstood him. "Thank you sir." He slung his plain navy rucksack onto his back and walked normally towards the door.

He hesitated as his hand touched the cheap doorknob. He didn't want to ask the question on his mind after all he wasn't really allowed to ask questions.

A few seconds contemplating whether or not to ask was interrupted as Mr Varner realised he was still there, "Was there something you wished to tell me or anything in class you were unsure about?"
A confusing as matrices could be, that was not what was important to him. "Just a … question."

"Yes?" The implied 'get on with it' as Harry paused.

"Why did you sit me with the Cullens, if you do not mind me asking?"

Harry turned to watch Mr Varner's face, who just blinked a couple of times before replying.

"I sat you by them as they are friend although rather… isolated. In fact the last person they befriended was Bella Swan a rather long time ago." Harry's eye twitched, he was placed with them because they were antisocial? Brilliant. "But I suppose the main reason is they have very high marks, virtual geniuses in fact and well, I thought perhaps they may be able to help you catch up on what you missed."

Harry felt some of the irritation he felt for the man in front of him disappear. "oh. Thank you sir, but I probably could have done that with a textbook anyway, but … thanks." he unconsciously ran his hand through his hair nodded lightly to the man and left without another word.

Harry closed the door with a squealing sound and moved from the door to retrieve his timetable once more. Seemed had English Lit, he looked up as he felt faint magical signatures in proximity.

Renesmee, Edward, Alice and those two big guys (the big burly vamp and tanned non-vamp) were loosely surrounding him in the otherwise empty corridor.

Another chapter done! And I finally have a somewhat final plan for this story.

Also on an unrelated note, I'm going to Leavston (sp?) studios where some of Harry Potter was filmed ( ^_^ )

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P.s I am trying to adjust my writing style to make it more readable but I'm not sure I succeeded in this chapter...