Hey, guys, I'm really sorry. I've been so busy….but hopefully this'll make up for it…I guess you can realize that the number of updates you'll be getting is going waaaaaaayyyyy down….once a month, if that. Sorry. I love you all so much for reviewing, even though I'm like the WORST FF author ever…

DISCLAIMER: Good God, I am NOT J.K Rowling, OR Stephenie Meyer.

GENERAL POV

As the two parties met in the middle of the yard, a strange chill, as though something important was about to happen, took over the vicinity.

"I am Aro, this is Marcus, Caius, and Jane," Aro said, breaking the silence.

"I'm Carlisle, this is my wife, Esme, Edward, Bella, Emmett, Rosalie, Alice, Jasper, and that is Renesmee over there." introduced Carlisle.

"This is Dolores Umbridge, Arthur Weasley, John Dawlish and I am Kingsley Shacklebolt," announced Kingsley.

Awkward silence.

"What is the 'magic' you speak of?" questioned Marcus. "Prove yourselves to us."

Umbridge tossed her head. "Why should I? I have no reason to."

Mr. Weasley looked sharply at her, then turned wearily back forward. "I will show you."

For the next half hour, the three witches and five wizards demonstrated their skills, answering the questions barked at them from the vampires. By the end of it, Umbridge looked smug, Ginny looked faintly tired, and the rest stood stoically.

Caius frowned. "This is very odd, indeed. We have much to consider."

"Please," said Kingsley, "before you consider, prove you are vampires."

Jane sighed. "Allow me."

She raced around the house, a blur, in less than five seconds. Without pausing, Jane leapt at least twenty feet into the air, tucked into a ball and landed poised on her toes. She then stepped into a shaft of light, her marble skin sparkling.

Umbridge gave a small squeak and stepped backwards.

Aro smiled, his sharp, triangular teeth glinting. "And now, you see. There are many of us; some might even be of your magical folk. We are all dangerous. You will beware."

"Now that each of our kind knows of each other, how will we keep it secret?" remarked Esme.

"Never speak of us again, anyone but one of us," directed Dawlish.

Caius looked at him with a measured look. "Only if you never reveal us."

"Deal," said Kingsley.

Aro stuck his hand out for a shake, with a sly smile. Carlisle stiffened, but did not object.

Kingsley flinched when his hand came in contact with Aro's pale skin. After a moment of silence, they pulled away.

"He is clean. Their world is a strange one, but he will not reveal us." Aro murmured. Kingsley looked confused, but nodded.

"We will go." Caius announced. As one, they turned as swept away.

CRACK.

The four wizards were gone.

Everyone smiled to one another in relief.

The crisis was over.

Was that okay? I feel so bad, it's not even funny. I bet you guys want to strangle me to death now. I'm so sorry. Now that this is done, I have no idea where to go with this, once again. Please, ideas? And review. That button, it's lonely. It needs a few good clicks!