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TAGS: Drama and Mild Language.

Vampire Types and where I got them from.

Type #1: Bram Stoker kind of Vampire.
Type #2:
Vampire Knight kind of Vampire.
Type#3:
Vampire Diaries kind of Vampire.
Type#4:
Twilight kind of Vampire.

-Because I can.


"What are they doing and why do we have to be here for it?" Rosalie demanded as they all sat in the Volvo at the end of an unproductive school day, watching as Bella Swan followed Harry Potter toward the woods for some reason.

The vampires were of course, listening in on the conversation at Alice's order, and trying to puzzle out what was going on.

Edward once again lamented not being able to hear what was going on in the minds of the human anomalies. Since he couldn't hear anything at all, he had no context and it was annoying!

"Why exactly, are we going over here?" Bella asked as she stumbled after her friend, who seemed to not share her issues with balance on flat or bumpy surfaces. She managed to hit every rock Harry avoided and it was kind of funny and kind of sad at the same time.

"Technically I was just going to come over here, but you followed me."

"'Cause I didn't want to leave you alone! I'm not exactly a fighter or anything but numbers tend to make potential assault less likely to happen. I have Charlie's number pulled up in case."

"I don't think anything's going to happen that will require Chief Swan's assistance when we're this close to the school and highway, Bella."

"With my shit luck, I'm not taking chances," Bella countered firmly. "So why are we here?"

Harry laughed, the sound echoing off the trees that swallowed them up so the vampires could only listen to them now. "I think I saw Wormwood, and if I did, I have need of it."

There was a moment of silence where nothing was said and Bella continued stumbling alongside Harry's sure steps, before she asked, "Isn't that stuff toxic?"

"Indeed."

"And why would you need it?"

"Reasons that I might share with you later on if you prove that you can keep a secret."

Bella huffed and Edward swore he heard Harry murmur, too low for Bella's ears, 'Oculus'. What the Latin word for 'eye' had to do with anything, he didn't know. The only thing he was aware of that used that word was the Oculus Rift and that had to do with gaming.

There was the sound of scissors working, and then an 'ah-ha' sound from Harry.

"Is it Wormwood?" Bella asked.

"Yes! A lot of it too! I knew it could grow in the Northern US and Canada but I didn't think it would be all the way over here. Forks doesn't exactly have the kind of soil or climate it would grow in, I believe."

"Why do you know so much about... plants in general? I saw the small greenhouse connected to your back door and I wondered what you were planning to grow in there."

"So much stuff. When I get things situated and they actually look decent, I promise I'll show you."

And that was that.

The mystery surrounding Harry Potter continued to grow by the day.


"Hey, Hedwig! You didn't have to immediately come back, girl."

Said owl gave him a sharp hoot, her gold eyes narrowing in challenge as if he'd offered some grave insult.

"I'm sorry to have doubted you, but I worry about your wing ever since you got hit with that curse."

Harry had very well almost lost his first ever friend months ago, because she had taken out a few Death Eaters to stop them from pursuing him while he was on the run. She'd been very brave and had used her talons masterfully to blind them while they were chasing him on brooms, taking out four Death Eaters all on her own by plucking out their eyes and then causing them to fall about one hundred meters to their deaths.

One unfortunately managed to get a hit in, but not all the way. Harry had managed to catch her, and between Hagrid and Luna, she was healed up in no time. Still, he couldn't help being worried about her well-being all the time ever since.

She shouldn't have gotten hurt at all since he'd released her and told her to flee. Instead, she felt compelled to protect him and had gotten hurt in the process. Harry was like her overprotective dad now.

The package she'd delivered from Luna was bigger than just a simple book. It had been charmed to be light enough to carry, but it was still massive. Bigger than Hedwig even. And she'd made it across borders with it, under a Notice-Me-Not Charm.

Inside he found the book on magical Beings he'd asked to borrow, a tin full of biscuits from the Hogwarts Kitchens which Luna knew he loved, and a book on Magical Thread-Warding.

If Luna had seen fit to send him more than what he'd asked for, then it had to be important to him in the future. Thankfully he already knew how to sew, so that didn't seem like it would be too difficult to get into.

As for the special book, he was very careful in handling it, and proceeded to read it from start to finish, keeping his eyes peeled for the details he was specifically looking for, while letting his magic make him some tea to go with his new biscuits.


"Is that an owl?" Bella asked that afternoon once she took notice of the creature currently resting on what she realized was a perch and not a random statue of a bare tree, in Harry's living room. And her question was rhetorical since she knew it was an owl, she just didn't know why it was where it was so to speak.

"That's Hedwig! She was my first ever friend!" Harry said from in the kitchen where he was fixing up tea upon his own insistence. "I got her as my first gift when I was eleven and we've been inseparable ever since!"

"I've never heard of domesticated owls," Bella admitted from the sofa. Parrots, ducks, chickens, peafowl, falcons, and even pigeons, but not owls.

"A very common pet in the UK actually."

"Really?"

"Yeah. She's brilliant too." Said owl hooted in response, puffing her chest out, and Bella didn't doubt him as a result.

Harry returned with tea and an odd looking cookie that he held out to the owl. Her golden eyes glinted and she snapped it up in her beak, tilting her head back and breaking it into several pieces to inhale at once.

A bird was Harry's first friend. At age eleven. Every time she heard something about his childhood, she wanted to punch something, which was abnormal since she wasn't a violent person by nature. Yet she felt so protective over little-Harry that she wanted to defend him and save him from the problems he shouldn't have had to deal with.

"Want to meet her?" Harry asked while running his fingers carefully down the white plumage. "She's very nice, I promise. Always on her best behavior!"

Eventually, Bella was coaxed into touching the bird that had spent several minutes eerily staring at her when she had been let inside the house. Hedwig was indeed, nice. And Bella would swear she sent Harry a sly look once they made contact!

How smart could birds be?

"Where does her name come from? I've never heard it before."

"Hedwig, the Patron Saint of Silesia, was known for her work in helping Widowed, Impoverished, or Orphaned people. She started hospitals and dedicated her life to helping others in the 13th century," he revealed quietly. "I found the name in my history book and it has proven to be apt. Some thought she was a witch, others thought she was an angel sent by the Christian God. I simply think she was a hero."

A name of a woman in history who had been known for taking care of orphans, was bestowed upon his first friend.

She wondered what Hedwig had done to protect him, because with how he watched the bird and how the bird watched him back, something had happened for such devotion to form between them.

Bella wondered if having a pet was always like that, or if perhaps Harry and Hedwig were special. As Bella had killed both fish she'd tried to raise when she was little, she knew nothing about having a pet.


"How are things going, Harry?"

He sighed into the receiver, "Fine, Mione. The house is pretty modest for Sirius' standards and has been nice. I've made a new friend and might possibly have a larger group of them by the end of term. And I think there are vampires among the students."

There was silence on the other end of the line, before his bookish friend sighed hard. "Only you would leave the magical world and somehow still run into magical beings."

"From what I've observed from Luna's loaned copy of Fantastic Beings, they fit the page on Type #4 Vampires, so they're not like the ones Voldemort used in the Battle of Hogwarts. They're apparently harder to find and I'm so glad he didn't have any of them because they would be so much scarier than the ones we faced who were so easy to keep up with and kill."

Yes, he was certain the Cullens were vampires.

The fascinating thing about vampires was the fact that they came in different kinds. Species perhaps. Newt Scamander had really done his best to discover everything he could about the different kinds out there.

Simply put:

Type #1: Dead. Cannot come into contact with silver. Cannot see their reflections in mirrors backed by silver. Can be staked with wood through the heart and will turn to dust. Frozen at the time of their change. A little faster and stronger than humans. Can turn into bats. Have fangs. Have slightly heightened senses. Obsessively need to count things in mass quantities. Burn to a crisp in sunlight. Must be invited in. Have venom that can change humans into vampires and kills werewolves. Can die by werewolf bites.

Type #2: Alive. Born as what they are typically. Weak to sun but don't burn from it. Can see their reflections in anything. Harder to kill. Cutting off their heads won't really work as they can be reattached in time and will heal. Usually have some kind of ability that runs in their families. Far faster and stronger than humans and have supernatural senses. The older ones can turn into an animal of their choice. Some have the power to turn humans into vampires and if the changed vampire does not drink the blood of the one who changed them, they'll go mad and have to be killed off before they expose their kind to muggles.

Type #3: A mix of 1 & 2. Frozen in their state forever, but can eat and drink normal food like humans. The only differences between them and the Type #2 Vampires were the fact that the human has to die with the blood of this type in their system in order to be changed at all, that they can wear enchanted jewelry that can stop them from burning in the sunlight, and that they're extremely weak to the vervain herb.

Type #4: Frozen in time. If changed too young, cannot mentally grow past where they'd been changed, which meant no changing children. The fastest and strongest of the Vampire Types, with the best senses. Few entered their immortal lives with quantifiable natural talents, but they were recorded with examples of Sight, Elements, and Shielding. Bodies like granite and with venom so light and a lack of pores that their skin gave a prismatic effect in the sunlight. Their feeding habits also determined the colour of their eyes. Black for hunger, red for human blood, gold for animal blood, and purple for blood from magical creatures. They were constantly cold because of lack of blood flow and granite-like skin and preferred living in dark places.

Obviously, the Cullens were the last kind of vampire. It was fascinating! If Hermione was there, she'd want to ask so many questions because they were the kind that magical people knew the least about because so few had been recorded in history. There was no further knowledge on them. Newt had done the best he could from the one he'd met personally but that vampire had been hesitant to reveal too much information.

All that was truly important was that they had their own leaders and laws to an extent. And that those leaders know a little about the Wixen World but had chosen to remain separated. And considering how wix went unaware of this type of vampire until the 1920s, they'd done a damn good job at keeping under the radar.

Newt's open attitude and kind disposition really benefited wix, whether they knew it or not. People should be more grateful to him and his work.

"You're being safe, right?" Hermione asked, drawing him back to the present.

"Yes, Mione. I'm even doing decently in school." If one ignored his Maths and Biology grades.

"Which you have to get to soon, so I'll let you go," the woman said softly. "Take care, Harry. Don't be a stranger."

"Bye, Mione."

A few minutes later, he was out the door and into the snow, watching as Bella painstakingly took her time getting to her truck. Ever since they'd met, he'd noticed her lack of coordination and on normal ground she was a hazard. Black ice was certainly not her friend.

He managed to make to her side in time to catch her during what would have been a rough fall and probably a twisted ankle.

"Thanks!" she gasped, gripping his arms tightly she was set on her feet again. They shuffled over to the truck together, her grip remaining strong on his arm.

Somehow, the drive to the school wasn't dangerous at all. He'd expected some bad roads because of the shite weather conditions and the fact that Forks lacked anything for plowing. But no, it had been pretty smooth the whole way. Bella hadn't even slid on any ice! It was as if there was no ice at all!

It was only upon arrival that they found out why.

"Charlie put chains on the tires," Bella murmured as she crouched down at the back of the truck to run a gloved hand over the rubber and metal.

As Harry knew nothing about cars, he asked, "Is that something you have to do?"

"In some places it's a law," she said, voice tight and eyes a bit misty. "Not in Forks though. But he did it anyway because he wanted us to be safe."

Chief Swan was awesome. He really tried his best to be a good father. Bella was very lucky to have him.

"Not to make things awkward deliberately," he started in warning, because it was about to become awkward, "but I wish I had parents. And I'd like them to be like him if I had 'em."

She gave him a sad look but didn't say anything, which he found he preferred. While he loved Ron and Hermione, sometimes they would coddle and it would get annoying very quickly. Harry didn't spend his days lamenting his orphan status or anything, but he was allowed to be envious of this one thing without being pitied all the time.

"I forgot my gloves in the truck," Bella murmured doing an about face to go and get them.

He stopped her. "I'll do it since I have better balance on the ice than you do. And I think I'm going to leave my copy of Macbeth in the truck anyway since I don't need it and don't want to even think about it." Nothing topped Flitwick's musical rendition of it and nothing ever would. For the most part, it was very boring and it wouldn't kill him to not have it in class, especially since he'd already read it before!

Harry hadn't even gotten Bella's door open, as he was too lazy to walk around his own side to deposit the book on his seat, when loud screeching sounded from nearby. Like tyres on the street kind of screeching.

He whipped around to see Bella frozen in place as a large, black van driven by one Tyler Crowley, spiraled on the black ice toward the bumper of her truck where she was stood. Without hesitation, he threw his arms out and yelled, "Accio Bella!"

Bella's entire body lifted off the ground, sailing in his direction seconds before the back half of the van made contact. He noticed several things at once. Bella weighed more than he thought since she hit him at an odd angle and knocked him right off his feet. Her truck was a monster since the van's back half practically curled around it, doing no damage at all to the truck itself, and Edward Cullen was practically laying on top of them a second later, giving Harry a very nice view of him up close for the first time.

He looked so much like Cedric that it kind of hurt, honestly.

But the danger wasn't over yet, because they found themselves rolled over, directly under the truck to avoid the rest of the crash. That was what basically confirmed that Edward was a vampire. Nothing else would make sense in the long run.

He was beautiful of course. And looked so much like Cedric, but without the dirty blond hair, grey eyes, and far less muscle tone. But beauty and being cold in a cold place didn't mean one was a vampire. Other things had to come into play. Like how he'd gotten over to them in the blink of an eye and how his foot was extended, planted firmly into the side of the van and leaving a very obvious dent in the passenger door. How his eyes could apparently shift between black(hunger) and gold(animal diet) in so little time.

And then Harry was made aware of the throbbing in his skull where it had impacted with the hard ground. Bella gave a groan of understanding, her face twisted up in a wince.

"Bella, Harry, are you both okay?" Edward asked, voice more angelic and nothing like Cedric's. Nothing beyond the standard American sounding accent either.

A high-pitched sound came out of Harry's mouth, though he couldn't quite describe it. Bella's was more of a grunt.

"I'm certain you hit your heads on the ground. You probably shouldn't move."

"But I'm cold!" Bella moaned, trying to roll over to no avail. They were squished under the truck. Edward was on top of them and his granite-like body had them pinned pretty good since there was no space above him. The cab wasn't that high and they were blocked in on both sides. And yes, the ground was cold, and Edward himself was also cold, so it wasn't a pleasant mix.

Edward shook his head at them, topaz eyes almost glittering with obvious amusement.

The present came back to them then, and Harry was made aware of the screams. Students were calling his and Bella's names. Someone was calling an ambulance. Another person was screaming for a few teachers.

"Get Tyler out of the van!" an unfamiliar voice yelled in a panic.

"Well… this wasn't how I thought today would go," Harry murmured into Bella's hair. They were both kind of on their backs but twisted enough to the side because of how she'd landed in his arms. Her hair smelled like strawberries and was a nice contrast to the scent of metal coming from the truck.

And in the middle of all the drama, was when Bella just had to ask the one question Harry didn't want to deal with.

"How did I end up flying into your arms, Harry?"

He tried for some levity. "I'm irresistible."

She cut him an unamused look and then aimed her glare at Edward. "And how did you get over to us when you were literally on the other side of the lot? I would know, I was trying and failing to be subtle while staring at your face through my hair, and saw your sister pat your head condescendingly and you glare at her for some reason. And Alice is not over here right now, so what the fuck?"

Edward's countenance tightened and all friendliness melted away. "Leave it alone, Bella," he said tightly.

Harry snickered. "He doesn't want you to know that he fancies yo-"

A freezing hand pressed down on his mouth, stopping him from speaking clearly. There was enough pressure to muffle him but not enough to harm him at all or make it hard to breathe.

"Kinky," he managed to mumble, earning a wide-eyed look. If vampires could blush he was certain Edward's cheeks would be lit up, and for some reason that knowledge tickled him!

"Bella! Harry!" the frantic students continued to wail in the not so far distance. "Are you okay?!"

The next few minutes were spent with them in tense silence, Harry being forced to stay quiet and Bella glaring at both of them, her brown eyes demanding answers that wouldn't be coming any time soon.

Eventually they could crawl out once the van was pushed away. Bella parking against a wall was not the best choice it seemed. But the truck was perfectly fine in the long run and only one light in the back had suffered in the crash.

There was an ambulance awaiting them and Edward, the traitor that he was, said they'd hit their heads and could possibly be concussed. Meaning anything they said in accusation would be written off immediately as mad ramblings. Smart move on his part, Harry had to admit. But Bella was a very determined young woman and she would not be deterred for long, Harry could tell.

He looked upon the ambulance with dawning horror. He was going to the hospital. Never did like them much, and ever since the battle, he liked them even less now.


Edward stood out of the way, listening closely to the thoughts of the EMTs in case something especially concerning popped up. He steadily ignored Rosalie's rambling thoughts and Jasper's concerns over what this could mean. Alice was excited for reasons she refused to share mentally and Emmett was just worried about what this meant for the family as a whole.

But it wasn't as if Edward could just let Bella die! And not just because her blood being spilled would have sent both him and Jasper into a rage.

"I really don't want to go to the hospital," Harry insisted even as a neck brace was wrapped around his throat. His words were echoed by Bella, but she was far less frantic about her distaste. Bella seemed more annoyed and embarrassed while Harry looked borderline panicked.

They were shuffled onto a gurney. There was only one but both were so slight in frame that they fit on it easily. Bella wrapped a hand around Harry's and asked too low for any other human to hear, "Is there something wrong with hospitals for you?"

His stare was almost dead while it was aimed at the sky, and his voice was a low monotone filled with grief as he said, "The last time I was in the hospital mere months ago, I was surrounded by dead or dying children. I don't like hospitals."

The whole situation surrounding Harry Potter was so confusing for Edward. He'd already killed at age seventeen, and had seen the deaths of others. He'd been abused and neglected at the very least from what he'd gleaned by listening to he and Bella speak at a distance. And he was once a part of a cult. It was all very confusing.

Edward followed the ambulance to the hospital, finding himself concerned for the boy who intrigued him and the girl who annoyed and yet amused him.


Bella thought she'd take the trip to the hospital the worst, but it turned out that Harry hated them even more than her, and for reasons that made hers feel childish. Harry had actual traumatic experiences in a hospital, while Bella just hated getting special attention from people and didn't like worrying others unnecessarily.

This was what made her refrain from voicing her displeasure over and over like she had initially wanted to. Harry was silently bearing it so she would as well. He never let go of her hand either, and squeezed it every now and then.

The emergency room was their destination and they got separated for their x-rays despite insisting that they were fine. Half an hour later, they were proven right.

And getting the news came the same time Tyler Crowley was wheeled in on his own gurney, his head wrapped up severely. He'd actually been hurt the most, yet Bella and Harry got the most fussing from everyone?

And then Charlie showed up and began being a worried dad on both Bella and Harry while making certain to sternly tell Tyler that he was going to get to the bottom of what happened and if he was in the wrong, he could say goodbye to his license. It was all very embarrassing and dramatic.

Edward Cullen waltzed in not too long after Charlie was called out by a nurse, seating himself on Harry's bed and giving them all a small smile like he had some special secret and was considering whether or not he should share it.

"You were under there with us so why the bloody hell aren't you in the same predicament?" Harry demanded before Bella could say anything, but of course they were both wondering the same thing. It was like their minds were connected or something.

The impossibly beautiful teen aimed a charming, angelic smile Harry's way, that made Bella's stomach flutter and also really annoyed her at the same time. "It's all about who you know. But don't worry, I have it on good authority that you both won't be here for much longer."

And that was when a god walked into the room.

While some would say Bella had to be exaggerating, she wasn't. The incredibly attractive blond that walked in was more handsome than even Edward, if it was possible. He just kind of glowed like a real angel. Like a divine being. He made every air-brushed actor and Instagram model look dull in comparison.

He had to be Dr. Cullen because the similarities were too stark.

And she took momentary notice of how their skin was the same and they had the same dark circles under their eyes which were both goldish despite them not being related by blood at all! Strange. Just like Edward moving so fast across the parking lot and his foot leaving a dent in Tyler's van!

She noticed things! Things that weren't normal! And she wanted answers! And his lack of interest in giving them made her all the more curious!

"So," began Dr. Cullen with a ridiculously appealing voice and smile that could light up a whole town and yes, she just used a Taylor Swift reference, "How are you doing, Ms. Swan? Mr. Potter?"

"Fine," both answered together.

He checked over their x-rays and asked after their heads since Edward apparently narked about them hitting the ground a bit too hard!

"It's fine," said Bella while Harry just shrugged and looked away. That got the doctor's attention though, and he checked Harry over first, easily noting all the times Harry winced, which was often.

Bella, while still wanting answers, felt bad for her friend and hoped this wouldn't cause problems. Especially with his aversion to hospitals in general.


Carlisle Cullen didn't think he'd actually meet the town's newest residents any time soon. Nor at the same time. He could practically feel Edward's anxiety over both of them ending up in the ER, plus how they got there in the first place. His son had a minor obsession with both and he hadn't even met one of them properly.

Alice had said everything would be fine though, so they had all put their faith in her visions.

They'd already shared some words outside the door to the room and Carisle has made certain to tell his son that he was proud of Edward's desire to protect people, even if his siblings weren't as understanding of the fact that he'd most likely exposed them to an extent. But he'd been doing his best because he wanted to make Carlisle proud, so how could he not be proud of Edward?

His son sent him a grateful smile after hearing his thoughts.

He approached Harry Potter first, since the boy looked more tired than Bella Swan did and that was concerning. His head was warmer than an acceptable, human temperature. He might have a fever for a few hours in response to the stress this whole ordeal had put him under.

"Your head will most likely hurt for several days, but you don't have any breaks, fractures, lacerations, or contusions to worry about. Your medical history is surprisingly empty though." He'd gone through what they'd been given and it had been very empty. Worryingly empty in fact. He'd heard that the boy was emancipated, but he had doubts over whether that was a good decision or not.

"Eh," Harry huffed with a shrug of the shoulder, "my relatives did the bare minimum since they only took me in under threat. I saw a doctor once when I was in primary school for all the things you typically have to get done in primary. And then my secondary school had a year-round doctor of sorts because it was a boarding school. Unfortunately it was the victim of a domestic terrorist bombing a few months ago and half the castle is gone, including the Hospital Wing and all student files held inside. They didn't trust electronics, so everything was manually recorded in ink. I filled out what I could understand on the paperwork but my history is pretty empty now and I don't remember where a lot of my scars come from beyond 'terrorist attacks'. Sorry."

Carlisle sent him a reassuring smile even though inside he was reeling over that little tidbit of information and how calm the boy was over discussing it. He held up his clipboard, looking it over. "If I may just ask you to do a few things for me?"

"Go for it."

"How's your vision?"

"Shite."

"Harry!" Bella hissed.

"What? It is!" the teen said, a flush working its way over his face. "I'm wearing glasses to rectify that issue!"

"He meant as in, are you seeing doubles or weird lines or an abundance of sparkles to determine if you have any nerve issues."

"Oh. Well, no then."

"Can you squeeze my hand as hard as you can?" Carlisle offered his hand palm up for testing.

The boy demonstrated no issues in his grip or his strength. Motor functions were fine. He had a decent amount of strength for someone so small and human too.

"And finally, please stand and walk a straight line to the door and back."

The line was near perfect for a human, which was good. His assessment was that Harry was fine.

"Would you like a prescription for pain medication or would you prefer to just take acetaminophen?"

Harry waved off his concern with a tired smile. "I'll be fine, doc, don't worry. I have a high threshold for pain and this is nothing compared to some of the things I've been through. You should check Bella now so Chief Swan doesn't go mad with worry."

And he did so, still reeling over the newest revelations about the boy.

Both ended up being fine and both were incredibly desperate to get out of the hospital. Tyler Crowley wasn't quite so fortunate as them however. He had actually broken skin during his part of the crash.

"Thanks, Dr. Cullen!" said Harry as they left the ER.

"Please try not to come back too soon!" he called after them, hearing Bella groan in embarrassment and Harry snicker.

Edward sent him a nod of appreciation and followed his future friends out.

It didn't need to be said aloud, that Carlisle was a proud father.


Edward wasn't sure what to do at this point, but he could tell that Bella had numerous questions and he wanted to get away before she had the chance to even ask them. He wasn't sure of what to tell her.

"Well," began Harry, "today has been something else. Bella nearly got hit by a van, a man I've never met laid on top of me after being far away seconds prior, and I got felt up by a hot doctor."

Bella snorted. "I nearly got hit by a van, somehow found my entire body leaving the ground to fly right into your arms from several feet away, got laid on by a guy who crossed the parking lot in a second and left a large dent in said van with his foot, and got felt up by a hot doctor."

Both turned to stare at him expectantly, and Edward groaned internally. Both of them were aware of what had happened and had seen the same thing essentially. If it had been one person, making them doubt their own senses would be easy, but with both, they could commiserate and then compare their notes on the situation.

"I had an adrenaline rush," Edward decided. "They're pretty common when in perilous situations. You can do a Google search for more info."

Harry snorted while Bella's face turned livid. Neither believed him, obviously, but that wasn't the point. No one would believe them if they tried to say something about it.

Whatever else Bella was planning to say was cut off by Harry touching her arm. "He's not going to talk, Bella."

"And you?" she demanded, tone frosty. "With the 'ackyo' or whatever word you yelled before I went flying into your arms?"

He fluttered his impossibly long lashes at her and said, "I panicked and said the first thing that came to mind." Though while he was saying it, his eyes went very wide for a split second, and then his face morphed into one of total innocence.

Charlie Swan stopped any further conversation as he came over to them, looking worried. "Are you both alright?"

Bella sighed quietly before turning to him and nodding. "Yeah, dad. Harry and I were just thanking Edward for helping us not get squished by the van." Harry backed her up with his insistent nodding, and Charlie aimed a grateful smile Edward's way.

"I'm taking you both home. I'll be dropping you off tomorrow too since the truck is still there. The school was understanding of the situation and won't make you make up your work missed today."

"We can't go back to school?" asked Bella, looking horrified.

"I wouldn't feel comfortable with either of you doing all of that after what happened this morning." They need rest! the man's mind shouted.

Bella was led away by both Charlie and Harry, and Edward felt the urge to sigh in relief. Though now what was going to happen? He doubted Bella would just let it go as it is. And he didn't know Harry well enough to know what he'd do about it.

But he couldn't let Bella just die.

Though… considering how she had flown into Harry's arms milliseconds before Edward arrived, Edward was certain she wouldn't have died. It seemed that they all had secrets and despite knowing how dangerous it was to involve humans in supernatural matters, he couldn't help but be curious.


Harry sighed as he went through his trunk, looking for his photo album. Since he knew that Bella had seen everything today and that she was unlikely to let anything go without having answers, he finally made the decision to let her in on the magical world.

Luna had assured him she'd understand.

It wasn't as if anyone from MACUSA would find out or anything. Harry's house had been registered with the American Congress. And he learned that the Congress couldn't actually tell if he performed magic in front of a muggle or not if it wasn't done with a magical focus. Still, he'd keep the wand behind the wards of his home unless he needed to act elsewhere.

Bella was at the door minutes later. She'd been putting on a pork roast which would take a few hours to cook. In that time frame, he would hopefully have explained everything relevant by then.

He plopped the photo album onto her lap once she was sat on his sofa. "Look through that first, and then I'll answer your questions."

Her eyes got progressively wider the further she went. The photos were all moving of course, as magical photos were wont to do. Some had people on flying broomsticks, other showed Hogwarts in the background. People were running in and out of frames.

When she eventually looked up, he gestured to the walls of his house, where the once stationary portraits began moving, looking down at her with interest and offering greetings.

"Harry, what the hell is all of this?"

He shrugged. "You wanted to know just why you flew into my arms today. And that's the answer. Magic."

To further prove his point, a tray bearing all the essentials for a good spot of tea floated in from the kitchen and settled on the table between them. The pot began to pour hot water into the cups on its own, and Harry smiled. "Would you like to have some biscuits with your tea?"


A/N: Another is done!

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