A/N: The final part of Dracula then we're back to the rules.

Rule #22: I will not provide Luna Lovegood with Coast to Coast AM transcripts.

"Quack! Quack!" The fluffy yellow duck circled Emmett like a vulture.

Ever since the occurrence in the theater a few days ago, people such as janitors, an extremely hot teacher, and the mascot had been keeping close tabs on the Cullens and Hales. Much to Edward's relief, they all seemed to be staying clear of Bella. There was something odd about them all, especially the head janitor, but he just couldn't seem to put his finger on it. The fact that they all seemed to be thinking about a certain kid with a blurry face and what appeared to be messy black hair around the clock, didn't help him either.

"Quack! Vampire! Quack!"

"What did he just say?" Rosalie whispered at Emmet's side in an instant, staring wide eyed at the Forks High mascot.

"Quack! Vampire! Oooh, pretty vampire… Quack!" The mascot continued as he came to a stop in front of Rosalie, his beak getting ever closer to her face.

"Emmett!" She shrieked, jumping behind him.

"Hey, back off ducky." Emmett said as he pushed back the mascot a little.

"Quack! Vampire!" In a flourish, a thin wooden stick was pointed in Emmet's face, held steady by the duck's wing. "Cruc-" He began but stopped mid-sentence when Emmett reached out and took the stick into his own hand. After examining it for a minute, he snapped it in two and tossed it in a nearby trash can before flinging his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders and strode off to the other end of the cafeteria.

"My wand…" The Mascot trailed off before throwing a fit. "My wand! Quack! Stupid evil vampire! Quack!"

"Um, dude?" Tyler Crowley tapped the duck's shoulder, causing him to turn around to face him.

"Quack?"

"The other Cullen is paying the vampire, not Emmett."

"Quack."

"So I'm really getting into my character." Tyler bragged as he ignored the fact that Ben Cheney was currently being smashed into the classroom wall by Mrs. Egnartsel who was the new teacher of the new mandatory self-defense class.

"Really?" Mike asked, not really interested in anything other than Bella laughing at something Edward had just said.

"Yeah. I went over to the Cullens Saturday morning and-"

"Hold up." Eric Yorkie threw his hands in the air. "You were inside the Cullens?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Well, since I'm playing Dr. Van Helsing, I decided to get some advice from a real doctor."

"Dr. Cullen." Eric clarified.

"Yes." Tyler continued.

"But Dr. Cullen doesn't chase vampires." Mike pointed out, rejoining the conversation with a minimal attention span.

"Either way, he seemed to have some pretty good advice." Tyler smirked at the memory…

"Hi." Tyler said as the door to the big white house opened.

"Hi." Carlisle replied, somewhat confused as to why this random teenager was knocking on his door at seven o'clock on a Saturday.

"Hi, I'm here doing research for the school play." Tyler began.

"Uh-huh" Carlisle nodded.

"I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time to ask you a few questions?"

"Sure." Carlisle smiled as he led Tyler inside.

"You see I'm playing a Doctor."

"Uh-huh."

"And you're a Doctor."

"Uh-huh."

"So I thought you might be able to give me some insight into my character."

"Uh-huh."

"Great!" Tyler exclaimed.

"Who is your character?"

"Dr. Van Helsing."

Carlisle hid a smirk with his coffee cup.

"So…how long have you been a Doctor?"

"Oh…medical school seems like yesterday."

"My mother's a nurse, she says you are gifted, you handle a scalpel like you've been doing this all your life."

"She does?"

"Yes." Tyler answered as the immortal led him into his office. "Nice crib."

"Thanks."

"You collect art."

"Uh-huh."

"Do all Doctors collect art?"

"Some."

"This guy looks like you."

"We're related." Carlisle supplied as he looked at the painting of himself, complete in the early 1870's.

"My Dad's a shrink, he says that we are all extremely vain and are most attracted to those who resemble ourselves." Tyler continued absently.

"Uh-huh."

"So doctors know stuff about the supernatural."

"Some."

"Do you?"

"Yes."

"So you know some things about vampires."

"A bit." Carlisle sighed. "It's a mandatory course in med school."

"So you can kill one."

"Uh-huh."

"How? Do you put a stake in his heart and cut off his head?"

"Yes. Don't forget the garlic in the mouth."

"Oh, yeah, can't be too careful with the undead, they're tricky. So how about the sun, like in Interview with a Vampire?" Tyler inquired.

"When Claudia died?" Carlisle said, remembering how Alice made them all sit through it and called them heartless after they didn't grieve after the little girl's death. "Oh, yes, sunlight burns their skin."

"So during the day they sleep in coffins."

"Uh-huh."

"And they hate Garlic?"

"Uh-huh."

"And silver."

"Uh-huh."

"And Holy Water."

"Yep."

"And crucifixes."

"Uh-huh."

"Like the one in the hall?" Tyler asked, referring to the ancient wooden cross hanging in the hall outside.

"The bigger the better."

"So you think the cross will keep vampires away from this house."

"I've always been a superstitious man."

Tyler's cell phone rang. "Excuse me, I have to take this." He said in a business like tone after glancing at the display as if he was a drug lord waiting to close a multi-million deal in South American cocaine. He spoke into the phone. "Mom, what is it? Uh-huh…..Dad put the cat out…no…yes we have enough milk….Carlisle…yes, the Carlisle…no mom I'm not covering….no you can't talk to him…fine…" He passed the cell to Carlisle. "She wants to talk to you."

"Hello…yes this is he…uh-huh…uh-huh….a blue shirt…uh-huh….uh-huh….my wife says so, too…no…no…stop…I'm giving you back to your son."

Tyler took the phone back. "Hey, mom….yes…no…I don't know….I don't think they fight….they seem happy…yes, very pretty…Hello?" He snapped the phone shut. "She hung up." He explained, dejectedly.

"Uh-huh."

"So if you don't have a stake," Tyler went right back on topic. "What could you substitute it with?"

"Improvise." Carlisle humored him further. "But you have to be sure they're a vampire, you can't go shoving pencils into your friends at the drop of a hat." (Or sandbag, but that's not foreshadowing or anything.)

"So a pencil would work?"

"Uh-huh."

"Cool."

"… So then his wife gave me cookies and he showed me out."

"Cool."

"Yeah." Eric said, wide eyed.

"As I said, I feel very in-character." Tyler concluded.

"Yeah." Mike grumbled as the bell rang.

"Mr. Cullen, would you mind staying behind for a few minutes?" Mrs. Egnartsel called as the students filed out.

"Sure." Edward replied as he gathered his book and walked up to her desk, Bella by his side.

"Miss. Swan, this may take awhile, you don't need to stay." Mrs. Egnartsel said as she turned her eyes on the pallid girl at her target's side.

"Bella, do you want to go?" Edward asked in his velvety alluring voice.

"No. I'm fine here." Bella replied, smiling slightly.

"So, Mrs. Egnartsel, what exactly did you want to see me for?" Edward continued, turning his eyes on the pretty, but creepy, teacher.

Bellatrix, deciding that she wasn't going to let some little girl deter her from her task, made her voice devilishly seductive and began her job.

"Oh, Edward, do call me Bella."

"Bella?" Edward and the original Bella said at the same time.

"I thought you said your name was Alleb Egnartsel." Original Bella stated.

"Alleb is Bella backwards." Edward mumbled quietly, staring cautiously at the pale, dark-haired teacher. He flickered his eyes up to the board where her name was written, quietly staring at her surname.

"Enough with the preliminaries." Bella number two said as she jumped up onto her desk and laid down on her side, hitching one spiky heel behind the other as she propped her hand up against her head. "I'm Bella and I have way more tricks up my sleeve than this little one here does."

"Are you trying to seduce my boyfriend?" Bella number one questioned, staring angrily at the woman who claimed they shared the same name.

"Egnartsel… L-E-S…" Edward continued to murmur, trying to figure out the new mystery that is Alleb Egnartsel.

"So how's about it Eddie? Why don't you let me take you to my lair?" Bella number two giggled. "Lair of love that is."

"Don't even think about-"

"L-E-S-T-R-A…"

"Think about it, just you and me, possibly some of my death eater buddies, a bed of power…" Bella number one slid her hand up the side of her leg.

"Death Eaters? Aren't those fictional characters in Harry Pott-" Bella number two wondered aloud.

"L-E-S-T-R-A-N-G-E… Lestrange?" Edward finished, his brain clicking in realization. Grabbing his girlfriend by the arm, he drug her towards the door. "Come on Bella, we are so ditching this class for the rest of term."

"Ditch?" Bellatrix yelled after them. "I'll write you up for this!"

"I'll just flirt our way out of it!" Edward's silvery voice echoed back.

"Yeah, something that woman is obviously incapable of doing right." Bella's grumble made it back to her as well.

"I can too flirt!" Bellatrix pouted as she jumped up and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Ha! I haven't seen you snag Voldie yet…" Draco strolled into the classroom, his duck head under his arm, smirking at her.

"I'm married, Draco."

"So? It's so obvious that you want our master."

"Shut it duck boy."

Just then, the walkie talkie sitting on the desk began to static before the station cleared and a familiar voice rang out…

"Egnartsel? Are you there? This is Yoflam."

"Yes, I'm here." Bellatrix growled as she picked up the walkie talkie. "What do you want?"

"I just got word from Eugnotmrow, we're pulled from the mission."

"Yes!" Draco cried as her tossed the mascot heard to the floor.

"What?" Bellatrix shrieked. "Why?"

"I have no idea, but we're to be back at headquarters by tonight." Lucius replied calmly.

"But we haven't caught any of the vampires yet! And the play is tomorrow night, we could catch them in the act!"

"Literally." Draco snickered but stopped abruptly when a stapler hit him in the side of the head before crashing to the floor. "Ouch! You just threw a stapler at me!" He accused. Bellatrix ignored him as she continued to glare at the walkie talkie.

"It doesn't matter." Lucius continued. "If we're not back to the manor by nightfall, we can all fear for the worst." More static declared the conversation ended.

"Ah! So close!" Bellatrix screamed as she tossed the offending object I the air, drew her wand and called out "Reducto!" Pieces of plastic showered over them as Draco reached for her wand.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" Bellatrix asked, pulling her wand out of his reach.

"I need to borrow your wand, the big one broke mine." Draco explained.

"Well, you're not having mine."

"But-"

"No buts. We'll get you a new wand when we get back. You heard your father, if we're not back by nightfall we can expect the worst."

"Oh yes, like I couldn't live without playing Risk with you guys for a month…"

"Edward?" She whispered gently.

Without looking up, he pressed his lips to her jugular and just before he got the chance to pierce her pale skin with his sharp white teeth, there was a loud 'bang'.

Mina gave a bloodcurdling howl at the sudden noise.

Dracula lifted his head from Mina and hissed at the three men who had burst into the room at the sound of her scream.

As John rushed to protect his beloved wife from the demon, someone threw open the stage exit door and a stream of daylight hit the stage, enveloping him in a cloud of brightness.

"Argh!" He shouted as the light hit his face, blinding him temporarily.

"Aha!" Dr. Van Helsing ran on stage and leapt towards John brandishing his index finer. "I knew it all along! They walk among us!"

The cast members on stage just glanced at each other, trying to figure out what was going on. This most definitely was not in the script.

"The monsters of our nightmares are in fact a reality!" Dr. Van Helsing continued his ranting as he gazed out into the audience. "The ones that suck your blood, turn into bats in the blink of an eye, and burn in the sunlight! Ladies and Gentlemen, behold," He spread his arms wide.

Off-stage, Rosalie went to go bursting onto the scene to shut up the delusional doctor but Esme and Alice grabbed her arms, dragging her back into the darkened wing.

"Holy Crow!" Mina whispered under her breath.

"Crap, he's going off script!" Quincy exclaimed quietly.

"Shit!" Dracula hissed as he drew his cape closer around him. He swiftly grabbed Mina's hand and turned towards the left wing.

They got about two paces when Dr. Van Helsing yelled out "Michael Leslie Newton is a vampire!"

Everyone went deathly silent.

After a moment, the entirety of the cast, crew and audience cried "Leslie?"

Mike's face was mortified.

Backstage, Esme, Rosalie and Alice had burst out laughing. Foolish mortals Meanwhile, Mina and Dracula, their escape forgotten, stared dumbstruck.

"Dr. Van Helsing," Mina composed herself from the shock and attempted to stay in character, "Don't you me he," She pointed to the vampire beside her, "Is a vampire?"

"She's betraying us all!" Rosalie cried from backstage.

"You know, Dracula?" Mina continued.

"Don't try and trick me!" Dr. Van Helsing shouted.

"Yeah," Dracula indicated to himself, also trying to help the situation at hand, "Don't you mean I'm a vampire? I did try to suck Mina's blood before I was so rudely interrupted…" He trailed off, feeling put out that he didn't have enough time to sneakily plant a small kiss on his girlfriend's throat.

"I know what I saw!"

Mike, finally having everything that happened in the past five minutes sink in, decided to take action.

"Dude, you promised not to tell!" Mike exclaimed at Dr. Van Helsing.

"So you admit it?"

"Admit that my middle name is-"

"That's not the point!" He protested. "You're a creature of the night that must be vanquished!" Quickly, he grabbed a pencil from the props on a nearby desk and advanced on Mike.

Quincy Morris and Dr. Stewart grabbed the back of Dr. Van Helsing's coat despite his protests of "We must destroy him!"

Up in the catwalks, Eric, in a final Looney Toon scheme to destroy Edward and capture Bella for himself, grabbed a sandbag, not having any anvils around, and attempted to drop it over the edge in a position for it to fall directly on Edward's head, for the second time in less than a month.

However, his fickle attempt was foiled when Emmett appeared on the other end of the catwalk, armed with a long bamboo pole. He poked Eric a few times before withdrawing it.

"Give me the sand bag." Emmett growled.

"No." Eric spat viciously.

"Give me the sandbag." Emmett growled again with a little more force, baring his teeth.

"No!" Eric yelled. He wasn't giving up without a fight.

"Give me the sandbag you little mortal!"

"Mortal?" Eric asked, his face twisting into one of confusion. Emmett nodded his head in confirmation.

"No! They've multiplied!" In a moment of panic, Eric lobbed the sandbag at Emmett.

He missed.

The sandbag landed with a boom a few feet from Tyler. Everyone looked up to the catwalk, from which the giant chandelier was dangerously swinging.

"Are you sure we're just not haunted?" Quincy asked.

"If we are, the ghosts seem like they're out to get Tyler." Dr. Stewart shrugged and pointed in Dr. Van Helsing's direction.

"Shut up Aaron!" He cried back, clearly getting a little shook up.

Tyler thrashed around, trying to free himself form the grasp of his fellow cast members. "He's a vampire! We must kill him! Just like Lucy! Remember the play? We have to kill him before he-"

THUNK!

A second sandbag hit Tyler on the head.

"Is there a Doctor in the house?" Quincy asked as he stared out at the audience.

Carlisle, who had been trapped in a fit of silent laughter and hysterics, composed himself and ran onstage to help.

"Rosalie, what are you doing?" Edward asked as he finished wiping the remains of his stage make up off in Carlisle's office at the hospital, paying attention to his sister for the first time since they had arrived. He had decided that removing the junk his sister had smeared on him was almost as annoying as when she forced him into pictures with Jessica, Angela and Lauren, putting him in overly provocative situations. If it had been with Bella on the other hand, he wouldn't of minded so much, but no, Rosalie had insisted to getting pictures of Dracula and his three brides.

Rosalie put down her copy of The Half Blood Prince and turned her attention to Edward.

"Just gathering evidence that Snape is a vampire."

"Snape is not a vampire." Edward stated. "Just because he lives in the dungeons, pops up out of no where, wears all black, and doesn't go out in the daylight does not prove that he is a vampire."

"But after Lupin's return to class after Snape gave the werewolf lecture, he gave one on vampires, proving that he knows something we don't; or should I say, you don't?" Rosalie retorted airily.

"Snape is as much a vampire as Mike Newton will ever be."

"Or Tyler Crowley. And I plan to keep it that way…" She trailed off, still implying that Snape, Mike, and possibly Tyler were vampires, or soon to be.

"He just has a concussion, there is no reason for anyone to bite him. We don't just bite anyone you know."

"Better safe than sorry."

Rosalie got up from the office chair she was previously sitting in and began riffling through Carlisle's filing cabinets.

"What are you looking for?" Edward asked suspiciously.

With an "Aha", Rosalie extracted a single file.

"What's that?"

"Tyler Crowley's file." She said dismissively as she began flipping through it.

"Rosalie…"

"Oh… Interesting; he is allergic to penicillin…"

"Don't even-"

"Hey, we were almost discovered because of him!"

"It would be more suspicious if he died."

"I suppose you're right." Rosalie surrendered looking crestfallen as she returned the folder back to its home.

"Come on, let's go and meet up with the others." Edward sighed as he headed for the door.

"Where are they?" Rosalie asked as she followed him out into the crowded hallway.

"In Jasper's room."

Together, they moved quickly through the crowded halls of the old hospital until they came upon the hallway harboring the room their brother was supposed to be situated in.

"What's all that noise?" Rosalie asked as they made their way towards the end of the hall.

"Who knows…" Edward replied offhandedly.

"It sounds like it's coming from that room." Rosalie stated as she pointed at the room numbered 1021. "What number are we headed to again?"

Edward pulled a small slip of paper out of his pocket and frowned upon seeing their destination.

"1021."

"That can't be right."

"Well, it says right here," He said gesturing at the piece of paper, "That it is."

"But Carlisle said that Jasper is in a room of his own."

"Maybe they needed the room for someone else. Come on, let's check it out." Edward pushed open the door and held it open so Rosalie could enter first.

"Always the gentleman…" Rosalie muttered sarcastically under her breath.

Edward rolled his eyes as he followed her in and let the door swing shut.

They were both met with an unexpected sight. In the bed nearest the door, Jasper lay surrounded by the rest of the family. Emmett and Bella were standing next to the bed laughing over something, extremely loud. Esme was sitting at the end of the bed, staring at her husband who was standing nearby, filling out some forms. Kneeling by Jasper's head was Alice, talking exuberantly about the night's events.

What surprised them though, was that in the bed closer to the window, Tyler was nestled under the covers, mumbling about vampires and how he 'almost had him'. He was surrounded by the rest of the cast and crew, asking questions about his outbreak on stage and how his head felt.

Then, in the final bed in the room, the one closest to the window, was a boy; his head of short light brown hair sticking up from under the covers where the rest of his body was concealed. He was turned away from everyone and appeared to be unconscious. It also seemed as though people were avoiding his bed like the plague.

He had but one companion. Beside him was a bleach-blonde girl about the same age, holding his hand. Next to his bed was a stuffed krumple-horned snorkack (which looked suspiciously like a Rhidon from Pokemon), with a happy face balloon tied to it's horn.

"What's going on?" Rosalie asked, stunned.

"I have no idea…" Edward trailed off as he stared at the group of students, still in full costume, and the mysterious sleeping boy.

At Edward's last remark, Emmett stared at the two arrivals from his place beside Bella and waved to them like crazy.

"Eddie! Rosalie! It's about time you got here!" Emmett said as they made their way over.

Edward growled under his breath at the use of the nickname his brother's had given him.

"Never call me that again." He growled as he wrapped a protective arm around Bella's shoulder.

"What's going on?" Rosalie asked as she glanced around the overcrowded hospital room, even though it was probably the biggest one in the old residence.

"Well, since Carlisle had to take Tyler away from the school, he decided that he should keep him in the same room as me so he could keep watch over both of us." Jasper replied nonchalantly.

"What happened to you anyways? Are your powers back?" Edward questioned.

"Not quite, but they should be soon." Carlisle said as he moved over to Jasper's bedside, still holding his clipboard. "It seems that Jasper obtained some sort of flu and put his powers on hold. He should be back to normal soon, though I'm not exactly sure how he got the flu in the first place; generally our type can't catch such menial illnesses."

"You hear that Jazz?" Alice began as she poked his arm, "You'll have your powers back soon enough…"

"Powers?" Mike asked, turning towards the Cullens, lifting his eyebrows.

"Yeah, his…" Bella started but was quickly cut off by Emmett.

"Powers to get a strike every string in bowling!"

Everyone just stared at him. After a minute, Rosalie regained her composure and mouthed the word 'bowling' to her husband in a questioning way.

"Of course! Jasper here," Emmett continued, pointing to his bed-ridden brother, "Is an amazing bowler; but then when his cold kicked in, he lost the power to bowl non-stop strikes…" He trailed off as everyone turned back to what they were doing.

By now, Bella and Alice were giggling uncontrollably.

"Smooth move bowl-man…" Edward spat sarcastically.

During this exchange, Jasper kept staring uneasily at the boy in the corner.

"Carlisle," Jasper said quietly as his 'father' looked up from his clipboard, "You never told me, who is that boy in the corner? I've been sharing a room with him for over twenty-four hours now and you still haven't told me his name."

"Oh, I completely forgot about him!" Carlisle exclaimed as he glanced over at the bed in the corner. "That is Theodore Nott. My old friend Albus Dumbledore sent him here yesterday evening to see if I can cure him. He seems to have fallen into some sort of eternal sleep."

"Hold on one moment," Edward said as he raised his hand in the air to stop Carlisle's explanation, "You mean the Albus Dumbledore, as in the Headmaster of Hogwarts Dumbledore?"

"Yeah." Carlisle concurred.

"So you mean, that place is real?" Bella cried out in realization.

"Of course."

"So that would make her…" Esme trailed off pointing to the girl beside Nott.

"Luna Lovegood!" Alice exclaimed as she bounced up and down on the bed. "She is too cute!"

"Oh my Carlisle -, I mean Merlin -, I mean, oh my freaking god!" Rosalie screamed as she started going into hysterics, completely oblivious to the awkward stares she was receiving. "Carlisle, please, you have to get me Malfoy's autograph! He is my idol!" At that, she dropped down to her knees and started hugging Carlisle's legs, muttering 'please daddy please' over and over again.

"I'll see what I can do Rosalie. But I'm afraid that right now you are going to have to let go of me so I can go and try to wake him. I had the lab technicians mix me up a little something earlier, now if I can only remember where I put it…" He mumbled as he put his clipboard down on the bed and started digging through his pockets.

Rosalie reluctantly let go and walked back over to Emmett, where she gave him a swift punch to his shoulder for laughing at her little outburst.

Seconds later, Carlisle extracted a small vial filled with blue liquid from his breast pocket.

"Here it is." He stated as began walking over to Nott's bed, his family and Bella in tow, excluding Jasper.

As they approached, they could hear Luna talking to Nott softly.

"Look Theo," Luna reached under a box of open Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans on the bed-side table and held up a notebook, "I printed off some coast to coast AM transcripts… I broke a rule." She said but her smile didn't reach her eyes.

"What rul-" Emmett began as he reached the be but stopped dead when he saw the open box of jelly-beans, "Oooh, candy!"

He grabbed the box off of the stand and began popping the beans into his mouth.

"Emmett, what are you doing? You can't eat candy and you know it!" Edward stated plainly.

"Why can't he eat candy?" Mike chimed in from a couple of feet away.

"Because-" Bela began but was, once again, cut off by Emmett.

"My dentist told me not to!" He cried.

"All dentists say that…" Mike continued, "And no one ever listens to them."

"I know. Don't tell him, Shhh!" Emmett put a finger to his lips before resuming popping the candy into his mouth. "Eww! Vomit!" Emmett yelled as he spit one out.

Edward snickered. "Serves you right," He mumbled.

When he reached the bed, he gently pulled down the covers and turned the boy onto his back. Without hesitating, he opened his mouth slightly and poured the liquid down his throat. Everyone stood stalk still for what seemed like forever until the boy shot up from the bed, breathing deeply. He looked around at everyone in the room and then straight into the eyes of Doctor Cullen.

"Where am I? How did I get here? Where is Pansy? And Malfoy? What about Drakie? Loony didn't follow me did she?" Nott asked as he took in deep breaths.

"Silly Theo, I'm right here!" Luna shouted in excitement as she threw her arms around his neck, choking him off.

"Miss Lovegood, if you would please refrain from choking my patient in my examination room, it would be greatly appreciated." Carlisle said blandly.

Luna looked crestfallen.

"Although, once you are in the lobby I technically can't stop you."

Luna perked up.

"And don't worry Theodore, everything is fine." Carlisle assured him as he laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Who are you supposed to be? McBloody?" Nott asked as he glanced at the pale doctor.

"What?"

"You know, like on that show…"

"Yeah, I know that, but why McBloody?"

"You are a vam-"

"Cardiologist! Anyways your Headmaster sent you here for me to help you. For some reason, you had fallen into eternal sleep."

"But if I was in eternal sleep how am I awake now?" Nott continued frantically. "And where exactly am I?"

"You're up now because I cured you, and you are in the hospital of Forks, Washington. Don't worry, your head of house should be by to pick you up later on tonig-" He was cut off by a loud CRACK and a puff of purple smoke.

Out of the smoke, walked the one and only, Professor Severus Snape; in all of his evil glory. He swiftly strode over to Nott's bedside, his black robes billowing out behind him.

"Professor Snape!" Nott cried out in glee, "Merlin am I glad to see yo-"

With a flick of Snape's wand, Nott and Luna (and the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, much to Emmett's dismay) had disappeared into thin air.

"Cool!" Alice exclaimed.

"Thank you Carlisle," Snape said snidely, "Good bye you miscreants." He sneered at all of the teenagers staring at him in awe.

In a sudden movement, his cape was wrapped tightly around him and with another loud SNAP, a bat appeared where the potion's master had been standing. Everyone gasped as it flew out of the open window, into the night.

"I told you so!" Rosalie smirked as she laid down on the now empty hospital bed and once again, began flipping though The Half Blood Prince.