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TAGS: Mild Language, Drama, and Attempted Rape.

Sorry this took so long. It was already written, I just needed to edit
it. The reason I didn't do that was because I have fallen into a new
fandom suddenly. MDZS/The Untamed to be specific. I am reading
the book. I've re-watched the web show several times, and fell into
the fanfic hole and have started writing my own fics.

This is what it's like to get a new fixation. I'm so caught up in MDZS
now that I can't seem to focus long enough to edit a chapter already
written. This took 2 weeks to edit bit by bit. Sorry.


Luna,

Recently, I have confirmed that the Cullens are in fact a coven of vampires.
Specifically, Type #4 Vampires. They're really obsessed with passing off as
humans. Enough to skip school on sunny days with the excuse backpacking
as a family activity, and skipping classes that will have students bleeding to
get work done. From what I've witnessed, I'd say they are all pretty decent
people. With a man like Dr. Cullen as their father figure, of course they'd be.

I doubt any of them asked to be vampires though. It just doesn't seem like
a fun time. Few would ask for such a life.

Your book was very useful, so thanks for lending it to me. I've sent it back
with this letter as well as a collection of American sweets I think you'll like.
They really like confections over here. The school, despite being small, has
a 'snack bar' and there are no healthy options available for purchase.

Not sure if you Saw or not, but I told Bella about magic. She's so strangely
accepting of odd shite that I wonder just why she can see a man dent a car
with his foot and not be scared of him. Or how she watched a teapot levitate
right before her eyes and yet all she did was blink at it. Though if I'm being
perfectly honest, it's a bit of a relief that she'd so calm about these things.

Anyway, I'm going to be competing in this thing coming up at school called,
Spirit Week. Each day we can dress up as a different theme. One day is the
Victorian Era Day and I've already gotten the dress I'm going to wear, picked
out. It's one of the ones I stored from Grimmauld Place. I think it belonged
to Walburga at some point. Or even her mom maybe. It would be the fight
time period considering British wixen fashion choices.

How are things on your end? Did you finally convince Newt to make you his
Apprentice yet? I'll continue asking this until I get an answer. I wish that a
letter of recommendation would work, but Newt was never known to be a
person swayed by titles and fame. Those things mean absolutely nothing to
him. But he would be mad to refuse your request! You're even better with
creatures than Hagrid is!

I'll be calling up Hermione some time soon. She'll be able to give me some
more information that way. Don't feel pressured to write too much if you
don't have the time on your hands. Prepare for your N.E.W.T.s and if you
have to, kick the arses of your bullies.

Love,
Harry.


"So are they actually vampires?" Hermione asked over the phone.

"Yes," he said. "But Type #4, with a diet of animal blood that they seem to handle every two weeks or so."

"This could be a perfect chance to study them."

"I'm not going to treat them like some kind of experiment, Mione. They're people with feelings and the thought of doing that bothers me a lot. Especially since they don't know I'm a wizard so there would be no equal payback between us."

"Just a suggestion," she assured him softly. "Everyone's been asking after you. Are you sure you don't want to accept any of their letters?"

"Yeah. I want to be bothered as little as possible. Things are actually pretty good here and I like being able to just be normal without having murderers after my neck all the time. I'm just another teen in these parts and no one is really that invested in me." He neglected to mention Edward's interest of course. He didn't know how Mione would take it or if she'd get all protective. She wasn't prejudiced or anything, but she had grown even more concerned over Harry since the Horcrux Hunt.

Hermione hummed. "Teddy's a Metamorph."

"Woah, really?" Just like Tonks? He must be a sight to see.

"Yeah. He's been driving his parents up the wall. Tonks is out of her depth and Remus isn't much better off, but his experience with you as a baby prepared him enough for this. They're very happy though so it seems to be going well enough."

He'd probably have to go and visit some time soon. Transinternational Apparition was a bit tricky but he was powerful enough to pull it off unlike so many people. And he wasn't loud like Tonks. It was best that Harry go and visit them instead of any of them trying to visit him. He still wanted to selfishly hold his little sanctuary to himself for the time being. Too many wix coming around would leave traces and any magical creature powerful enough to sense them would become too curious for Harry's own good.

"Any plans for the future?" his first best mate asked.

"Going to the beach with some people at school and my newest friend, Bella. It's supposed to be nice out and it'll probably be the nicest in a while. I'm looking forward to it."

"I hope you have fun, Harry."

"Thanks, Mione. Don't kill Ron."

"No promises."


The beach ended up being a lot nicer than Harry had expected. Bella rode with Mike and Harry rode with Tyler, but when they met back up on the sand, the two were finally able to chill. There was a kind of weird air about everyone because there were the pairs who obviously liked each other but weren't getting around to doing anything about it because, as teens were wont to do, many had multiples crushes. So while Tyler and Lauren liked each other, Tyler also liked Bella and Angela. And Mike liked Bella and Jessica. And Lauren hated Bella because of it while Jessica was jealous by trying to be decent about it. And on Bella's end... she still wasn't interested in anyone.

Mike had apparently been as clingy as he could be while driving and Bella had to squeeze Jessica between them to distract him. How both of them didn't realise that Bella wasn't interested in Mike, he'd never know. She'd given no indication and had encouraged him to go out with Jessica even. She had given Edward and Harry more attention than anyone else to be precise!

Driftwood burned in various colours because of the salt that had long since soaked into the wood. It was pretty, and almost magical in a way. The sky was clear and the water was relatively still considering it was a beach. It was nice to be near a beach and be able to enjoy it instead of wondering if he was going to be ambushed at any moment.

Harry and Bella ended up joining a hiking group. More to get away from Mike, Tyler, and Eric who were very clingy toward Bella and seemed to view Harry as equal competition for her heart. And while Bella was great and all, he hadn't really considered dating her yet. It was more just teasing and bluster up until this point since he'd been more focused on other things.

All the jokes about threesomes were to break the awkwardness and get a laugh when tensions were high. He didn't think they'd actually do that. Neither Bella or Edward gave off that kind of vibe. Harry was the most sexually experienced among them and the most comfortable in his body to boot and even he had his own limits.

"You are going to break an ankle," he told her as she stumbled through the forest beside him, hand clutching at the back of his shirt so she didn't fall too much.

"I just don't get how you can dodge all the roots and stones," she grumbled, tripping again and avoiding the ground because he'd caught her arm. Again.

"I'm just that good," he smirked. "Also, my glasses are charmed out the arse so I can see better in the dark, plus spot potential dangers faster."

"Unfair."

"Magic," he countered.

They finally made it minutes later. The tide pools were beautiful as expected. Bella told him about all the times she'd fallen in as a child and how Charlie had to keep rescuing her because she was too adventurous despite her unfortunate personal war with equilibrium. Edward's fears weren't unfounded it seemed. She was so fearless she was almost reckless.

"It was just a lesson I refused to learn," she told him wistfully. "They were so pretty and I wanted to see everything up close. I think gravity took my desire too seriously."

She did not join him in jumping from rock to rock - no doubt having decided to let equilibrium have its victory in their war - and merely accepted his prizes when he returned.

"That's pure opal," he told her, handing over a smooth stone. "It's one of my favourites." He found the colours to be appealing. Some days he liked dark colours and some days he liked bright ones. Depended on his mood when he awoke.

"You should have it since you found it," she said, trying to pass it back to him.

He pushed the offered stone back into her palm and said, "And I'm giving it to you. Besides… I found an arse load." He revealed a pocket full of them, and smiled as Bella clutched hers with a little grin of her own. "I can make protective charms with them later."

There were starfish and eels in some of the pools. He'd been tempted to touch, but also didn't want to disturb them. They were already stranded in the pools until high tide after all. They wouldn't be going anywhere for awhile and they didn't ask to be bothered.

When they rejoined the group on the way back to the beach, they found some of the locals around. They were natives from the reservation nearby.

Bella reconnected with one boy in particular, who seemed very interested in talking about cars with her. Enough to make Mike and Eric jealous. Tyler was a bit too focused on getting Lauren's attention since her valued her opinion on music highly for some reason. And in his mind he was taking Bella to prom so he thought he had nothing to fear. Harry couldn't wait for his hopes to be dashed.

One of the boys from the reservation felt very different to Harry. He was bigger than the rest, muscular, and was dead serious to boot. Harry could feel magic coming off him, but not in the potential wizard way. More in as a magical creature kind of way. But not evil or anything.

He wondered what the boy was. And judging by his animosity toward the Cullens when Lauren mentioned how sad it was that they couldn't come, in some poor attempt to make Bella feel inferior and unwanted, he knew what they were.

Overall, it had been a nice day and it only started raining the moment they went to leave. Bella added a new admirer to her list and Harry planned to never stop teasing her about it! Jacob Black seemed like a decent kid though and out of everyone who fancied Bella by now, he was the least annoying about it.


"Is that an actual cauldron?" Bella asked, staring at the massive black thing in the center of Harry's living room. It was like those ones that could be found around September when the Hallowe'en decorations came out. Except this one was made of metal. If it was for sale in a store, it'd be like a hundred dollars at the very least!

"This is a pewter cauldron," Harry told her. "The stirring rod is made of silver. I am about to brew a potion and I thought you'd be interested in watching the process."

On the worktable he'd set up to the side, was a list of ingredients though they were few in number.

"First we have salt water in the cauldron. It should be heated to a boil like so." He then grabbed the first mason jar on the table and shook it three times. The green powder inside shifted around and seemed to spark like a firecracker for a second, before settling down. "We shake the powdered wormwood to give it some extra power, and then add it until the solution turns a bright green."

Wormwood?

"Is that the very same plant you went gallivanting in the forest for?" she asked, the memory of her tripping after him coming to mind instantly.

He beamed. "Indeed! Told you I needed it for something!"

The stirring rod began moving counterclockwise slowly. Methodically. Eventually, the green turned into a sort of heliotrope color.

"Once the solution turns purple, we add ground unicorn horn until it turns red." He added the second mason jar, which was filled with a white, sparkly substance that she would have taken for glitter if not for what he'd just said, to the potion. It turned ruby red as expected.

As the seconds passed, it began to lighten in color until it was yellow.

"Then add crystallized water until it turns turquoise. Then repeat the wormwood step until the solution turns light pink."

It wasn't a very strict recipe. There was no set amount that should be added. The 'potions book' open on the desk didn't specify times or amounts. She'd expected something more stern, to be honest.

"Stir until the potion is orange, then add the stewed mandrake until it turns green again."

On and on the previous steps were repeated in different orders until Harry finally stepped back, a fluorescent orange potion sitting in the cauldron. "And here I give you, the Oculus Potion!"

Bella frowned for a second. "Eyes?" she asked, hoping she got the meaning right. She knew her prefixes, roots, and suffixes at the very least.

Harry nodded and ladled some of the potion into a small vial. "The Oculus Potions can repair the effects of the Conjunctivitis Curse, and restore eyesight completely. No one informed me that I could have made or purchased this potion, because they wanted me to look more like my father. As I wore the same style of glasses that he had and had equally messy, dark hair, their nostalgia was apparently more important than my well being."

Every time she heard something about the people he formerly was around, she wanted to choke someone. It was a urge she was unfamiliar with, and distantly she wondered if it made her a bad person.

But then she'd think of the things Harry had gone through(that she knew of) and decided that being angry on his behalf and wanting to protect him were completely normal and she wouldn't ever let someone try and shame her for how she felt!

"I was rightly cross over that as you can imagine. Glasses are a liability in battle and poor vision is even worse. Now though, I can just enchant my existing glasses with spells to expand my field of vision and let me see things that are supposed to be invisible. And I can lie and say I got contacts or something whenever I choose not to wear them."

Magic was so cool.

"What are you going to do with the rest of that batch?" she asked, gesturing to the still full cauldron.

"Probably give it to the medi-witch of my old school. Merlin knows she'll have need of it and I do plan to visit sometime when I have the time to go."


They were just laying out in the grass behind Bella's house. Anything could happen and yet they were so carefree at present. If Edward's vampire body was capable of having a heart attack, he'd no doubt have had one by now.

Bella had a stack of books at her side while she laid on the quilt she'd brought out. Harry was sitting cross-legged beside her, looking like he was meditating. The forecast had been too sunny for Edward to come out of the woods, so he simply sat in a high tree, watching them without them even being aware.

"Why can't schools ever demand we read things like Twelfth Night?" Harry demanded after an hour of them soaking in the sunlight. "That one is great! Hamlet is dull. Romeo and Juliet should shake their inauspicious stars out of my life. Macbeth is boring on the page. No one appreciates Twelfth Night."

Edward smiled at the brunet's frustration. He happened to like most of Shakespeare's works so he didn't have a problem with re-reading them, but he did agree that the same books were always focused on and others weren't given a proper chance.

Bella rolled over, placing her copy of Macbeth down to ask, "Did you see Macbeth as a play?"

"No. One of my old teachers put it to music and it was fantastic! Made the book seem abysmal when I tried to sit down and read it. I even convinced him to at least get it pressed onto vinyl and I have a copy! Stay here, I'll be back!"

He was on his feet and rushing around the Swan abode and out of sight. Edward listened as his front door opened and he took the steps two at a time. There was the sound of metal moving and Harry mumbling to himself before he found what he wanted.

When he returned, it was with him carrying the body of a gramophone and wearing the biggest brass horn Edward had ever seen, as a hat that slipped down far enough to cover his entire head and shoulders. He hobbled along as fast as he could while being unable to see, and Edward could hear Bella gasp.

"It's beautiful," Bella breathed with wide eyes.

Harry laughed as he set everything down and proceeded to attach the horn. "It's been in my family for a long time apparently. You can touch the horn, it won't break, trust me."

She did so, stroking it carefully and peering inside. "It's amazing. And well-polished."

"You don't have something last over a century without taking care of it. Okay! So you are about to hear Filius Flitwick's rendition of Macbeth! It took forever for me to convince him to do this by I told him people would gladly buy it. It was the coolest thing he had the Frog Choir do at school."

Frog Choir? Before Edward could even wonder at what that was, Harry pulled out a massive vinyl record. The biggest Edward had ever seen.

"I've never seen a record that big before," Bella commented, voicing his thoughts aloud for the both of them.

"Yeah. Wix take things too far sometimes. He said he'd try to get them to come in smaller sizes though, so here's to hoping."

And then Harry did something strange. Something Edward had seen him do before in fact. Right before Chad got someone's lunch dumped on him.

He flicked his fingers in an odd pattern and suddenly, the lever on the gramophone began moving on its own, without any help from him. There was no wire or thread, it was just moving on its own. It wasn't electric and was obviously very old so it didn't possess a battery compartment. It was just moving as if by magic.

The needle was placed on the record and Harry moved back to sit with Bella as they waited.

A triangle and a few flutes filtered through the air from the horn followed by a chorus of people singing, "Double double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble. Double, double, toil and trouble. Something wicked this way comes!"

It was indeed the best rendition of Macbeth Edward had ever come across. It felt magical and whole. Better than any stage play of it he'd seen, and he'd seen many in various languages. Better than any audio recording of it he'd heard.

And yet part of his mind was still caught on the fact that the lever kept cranking without anyone or anything moving it. Just Harry wiggling his fingers. Like how an entire table moved three feet when Harry moved his fingers the other day.

There was always something drawing him to Harry. Could this strange ability be it?

Edward wanted answers.


Edward was not at school on Monday, much to her disappointment. He had mentioned a long weekend, but she didn't think he'd mean that long. In exchange for his presence, she got the sunlight for another day, but was it really worth it?

She'd become a bit too obsessed with him. Thankfully, Harry was there to keep things light and fun. He managed to make her feel less crazy over it too.

"The final third of our threesome is missing today!" he groaned with a knowing smirk. "Who am I supposed to ogle now?"

Since the rest of his siblings were also gone, there really was no one but Harry to ogle. She told him as such, and he scoffed. "I've never been considered conventionally attractive by anyone. No one was lining up to date me or ask me out. One was out of obsession with the famed Boy-Who-Lived that I was nothing like, another was because I was there when her bf died and she knew I had a thing for her and didn't know what to do with her emotions. And the last tried to drug me into dating her because of the whole Chosen One shite."

Bella frowned, not liking the sound of that at all. "What about the people you had your… you know, threesome with?"

"Fred and George are my friends and are a bit biased out of loyalty toward me. Also, they were doing me a favour by helping a bloke out so my first time wouldn't be all awkward and painful. But it was nothing beyond that since none of us wanted anything more."

Harry literally had friends with benefits. She'd never actually heard of it happening in real life and assumed it was one of those TV drama things. She'd always wondered how that could happen without romantic feelings getting in the way, but apparently it was entirely possible.

"You're very handsome, Harry. I've heard many students say you could be a long-lost Cullen. And you have a great personality on top of it all. You're literally the whole package."

And that was when Harry flushed out of pure bashfulness for the first time since she'd met him. Usually he was so carefree and fun-loving and sure of himself. And he never seemed to have any shame nor would he let others try to shame him for being himself.

He ducked his head, eyes to the ground. "You're being too dramatic. Of the two of us who could be like the Cullens, you'd fit better."

While the thought of being a vampire and being able to do all the cool stuff the books said they could do, was awesome, that wasn't enough to change her mind.

"Or we could both be like them," she suggested. "We're pale enough."

"I suppose so."

The day carried on. Jessica and Angela's plan to go to Port Angeles in order to shop for dresses from the Spring Fling was still on except this time Bella was invited since Lauren had bailed for whatever reason. She'd been hesitant to accept since Harry hadn't been invited as well, but he'd pushed her along saying she needed 'girl time'.

It had been awhile since she'd had a girls' night out too. Her last had been with Renee back in Phoenix. Which reminded her that she needed to send her mom an email later. Renee would honestly fly all the way to Washington if Bella didn't keep in touch in a timely manner. She was that intense with her affection.

"Go have fun and take advantage of the lack of Lauren's less than stellar presence."

They snickered together. It was obvious that Lauren felt that Bella was a threat in everything, which made no sense since Bella wasn't pretty or sporty or remotely talented like Lauren. But because Tyler liked her, that was enough for the other girl to be a bitch.

Also, she was homophobic to Harry and while it was done on the sly and most didn't realize it, it had solidified both Bella and Harry's permanent dislike of her.


While Bella was out with the girls, Harry took that opportunity to Apparate to NYC, where he appeared in the Apparition Point of its very popular magical sector. From there, without even hesitating, he Apparated to Diagon Alley's Apparition Point.

He probably could have made the whole trip in a single go from Forks to London, but he wasn't feeling that adventurous. Just in case something did go wrong after all.

The first thing to do was to visit Molly. She would be the one to spread the news that he'd returned, even if for only a little bit. And his friends would be home for their Easter holiday coming up. About twenty days away from Hogwarts in the middle of the term was always a relief. They would be going back the day after Easter.

The Burrow was as it always was. It leaned no more than usual and looked no dirtier than usual. It was a welcome sight.

He knocked on the front door. While he was considered family, he still didn't feel comfortable walking in when he technically wasn't invited. It was someone else's house after all.

Molly opened the door and beamed the moment she noticed him. "Harry, dear!"

There were hugs and kisses on the cheek, and he was shuffled inside and told to sit at the table as Molly proceeded to pull out the egg basket in what was about to be a master-sized meal she wanted to shove down his throat.

"I decided to come and visit while I have some free time. My friend from school is busy having a night out with the other girls and I didn't want to intrude on their time so I figured it was a good time to visit."

"You're always welcomed here, dear."

The commotion attracted the attention of Ginny, who came bounding down the stairs, three steps at a time. And her loud steps prompted Ron and Hermione to come down as well.

It was good to see them again. They'd all been working really hard to finish their magical education. They had all gone back to Hogwarts unlike him, who switched countries entirely and decided that a muggle education was better for him.

He was pulled in various directions and squeezed to death multiple times. They were firing off questions that he couldn't keep up with and Hermione patted his arm consolingly. "How are you, Harry?"

"Fine. More than fine, really. Things have been going pretty well actually." If he thought about Bella and the Cullen family, and whatever was going on at the reservation, things were going great.

"We should call Remus and Tonks on over," Hermione suggested.

"And the twins," added Ginny.

"And Luna," said Harry. "Though I could just walk over and get her."

And then there was a knock at the door, revealing Luna Lovegood in all her dirigible plum earrings and Butterbeer bottle capped glory, smiling. "No need, I'm right here, Harry. The Flibbitygibbet let me know you were coming today so I came prepared." She proceeded to place a necklace of plaited twine around his neck and winked. "To catch yourself a sparkly someone," she said quietly.

He didn't know what was special about the necklace, but he didn't doubt her for a moment. And would keep it on no matter what, simply because it was nice to see her again and he cherished her time.

"So what's been happening?" asked Ginny as they all sat at the table.

And so Harry told them a bit about what had happened since he moved to Forks. Meeting Bella, and the fact that five students were vampires who fed on animals, and there was something magical in the native reservation nearby.

"Only you would leave magic to get away from it, and then find magic in the very place you settle down, Harry."

It was fun. The friends and the atmosphere without the pressing need to be a hero at all hours of the day. The teasing from the twins. Luna's airy comments every ten minutes. Teddy being absolutely adorable as he kept changing his hair colours every other minute.

He'd missed it dearly. But not enough to stay forever.

While Harry loved his friends very much and would treasure then to the end of time and beyond, he just wasn't capable of being happy in Great Britain anymore.

"Harry," Luna called, looking pleased with herself, "Newt accepted me as his Apprentice."

"That's fantastic!" Finally! Luna would get to pursue her dreams with someone who understood her zeal. "Do you need anything?"

She shook her head and just kept on smiling.


Bella couldn't believe everything that had happened in the last hour alone. Though she thanked whatever was out there for her odd sense of calm. Ever since that shooting in the library, Bella handled dangerous situations and trauma pretty mildly. She just kind of went cold and become grave. Like she zoned out and was overcome by a deathly serious individual. It allowed her to function in bad situations.

When she was being followed by those men who had followed her for several blocks while she tried to get herself unlost with the GPS on her phone that she sucked at understanding and couldn't even use half the time because her signal kept dropping, Bella had felt the calm creeping in. One moment she was about to panic, and then the next she'd gone cold and resolved herself to Face-Timing Angela with what little service she had at the moment.

"Oh my God, Bella, we've been trying to get a hold of you!" Angela said once she picked up. Jessica could be seen leaning into the camera as well, looking concerned.

"I got lost, I'm sorry. I don't know where I am, my signal keeps failing, and I'm being followed by a group of men," she'd told the other teens in a rush, hoping to get everything out before the signal was lost again.

Their faces morphed into dual looks of horror as Bella angled the camera behind her so they both could see the men following. They hadn't stopped jeering either. She could hear their steps on the sidewalk getting closer no matter how quickly she walked.

Normally, people would be in full-blown panic mode, but Bella was mentally running through what little protective maneuvers she knew. Bella wouldn't go down without a fight and she'd give them the fight of her life. Charlie surely wouldn't be angry if she ended up murdering a rapist to save herself.

"Bella, you need to run," Jessica told her through the call.

"I fall when I run. I have bad balance." Running would be worse than walking fast. She'd already tripped over the sidewalk and her own shoes several times, receiving mocking chuckles from behind her.

"Get in the middle of the road at least," said Angela. "If a car comes by they won't be able to ignore you."

She did so.

"Angela, start recording the screen. Bella, try to get them to walk under a street light. We'll be able to see them better should the footage need to be used." On their end, Jessica and Angela were in Jessica's car and Bella could hear the strain of the gas pedal being pressured.

"Okay."

Bella then lead the group of men along the twisting roads, trying to avoid going near the port because there were less lights that way. "No, Bella, go near the port because we can go there too," said Jessica from the other end of the line. "I'm speeding as fast as I can while not getting us killed, just keep walking and keep recording!"

The men caught up really fast. Bella wasn't like Harry who had never-ending stamina. She'd been walking for three hours and had been relentlessly pursued for the past forty minutes. There were no shops open. No buildings with lights on. It was a fucking ghost town now and it wasn't even eight! What the hell? The port should have been busy!

Closer and closer the scuffing of the shoes came. She didn't have her keys on her so they wouldn't help. She didn't carry a switchblade since she'd never seen a point in it. Not mace unfortunately. She'd only learned how to throw a punch but against four men that wouldn't do her any good. She wasn't a martial artist.

"BELLA!" Angela shouted in warning.

She was roughly grabbed from behind, the phone forcefully knocked out of her grasp. It clattered to the pavement, face up, Angela and Jessica's voices screaming their worries through the receiver.

And just as he was lifting her foot to kick the asshole in the nads, a familiar silver car came screeching around the corner down the road, headlights illuminating the men who all scattered when the car came to an abrupt stop, almost hitting the one furthest from Bella. She was released and immediately dove for her phone, turning it around to capture the faces of the men thanks to Edward Cullen's high-beams being so damn strong. They were perfectly clear and could no doubt be found.

"Get in the car," Edward ordered, stepping out and slamming his own door. He looked like someone you just didn't fuck with.

She didn't even hesitate, keeping the phone trained on the men all the while hearing Jessica and Angela ask what was going on. When she was safe inside and buckled, she said, "Edward Cullen." She couldn't think of much else but that at the moment as her heart finally caught up with her, making her hands shake a little. She could feel her heartbeat in her fingertips.

Edward was back in the car with her a second later. He was inhumanly stiff and his eyes were dark. He looked ready to murder and she was shocked he managed to withhold the urge so well. The car was reversed and it peeled out seconds later.

"I'm okay now," Bella told her friends, feeling that truth deep in her bones. She was safe. She didn't have to fight at all. Edward had saved her. Edward had known where she was?

Angela's face was wet from what Bella could see. She'd begun to cry at some point. "Oh, thank God," she said. "Where should we meet you?"

"Bella Italia," Edward answered immediately. "It's on 118 E 1st St."

"We went there for dinner already, we'll see you there."

In the end, Angela and Jessica agreed to let Edward take her to eat and then take her home. Angela was charged with texting her every fifteen minutes though and she did nothing to hide the fact that she took an obvious picture of Edward's license plate. Edward didn't even look offended either. He was still stiff over what had happened and was trying to be polite.

"We'll talk about what to do with the video later, Bella. Stay safe."

And then Bella had the most odd dinner of her life. Harry was in for one hell of a discussion later on.


Being alone with Bella, in an enclosed space, was a true test of Edward's self-control, but he thought he was doing well.

Revealing that he'd been watching after her and Harry all weekend hadn't been in the plan, but then she came out with, 'I know what you are and I don't care' over dinner and his whole plan was tossed out the window.

How? She was so sure of herself and didn't in the least hesitate to ask him jokingly if he preferred mountain lion or elk.

Edward hadn't been having a good afternoon. Bella went to Port Angeles with Jessica Stanley and Angela Weber, to help the other two shop for dresses for the Spring Fling on Saturday. Harry had not gone with them and had stayed home. And in a panic, Edward had followed at a distance, keeping track of Jessica's thoughts because they were far more loud than Angela's were.

After some time, Bella split off from the group to find a bookstore but never made it. Her scent hadn't even been anywhere near it! She'd gotten lost in little Port Angeles. He shuddered to think how she and Harry would have done in Seattle before he offered to take them.

No one's thoughts held even a smidgen of a glimpse of Bella's face. He'd driven in circles for what felt like forever, trying to find her!

And then she appeared in Jessica's mind, headed for the port, but it wasn't good. The one situation young women everywhere dreaded more than anything, had to be something poor Bella found herself in the middle of at night on a desolate street in a foreign town.

He very well almost killed four humans in cold blood. If she hadn't been with him and recording what was happening with two human witnesses, he would have. His control had been tested to the maximum so many times in a single day and he wasn't sure of how much he could take.

Bella getting lost, the attempted assault, Bella revealing she knew his secret. Too much.

When they were in the Volvo again, on the way back to Forks, he asked a simple, "How do you know?"

And that was when she said the most unexpected thing of the evening. "Harry told me."

How long had Harry known? How long had Bella known? When did he tell her? Why wasn't she scared? What had given them away? How did Harry even know in the first place? And was this tied into the fact that Harry could probably move things with his mind?

So many questions. So little time to get answers since he was already half-way back to Forks.

"And you just don't care?" he asked, incredulous at her declaration. She was so strange. She should be running for the hills or begging for her life or something sane at the very least! She was alone in a car with a monster and she was fine with it!

She shook her head. "No. Harry doesn't either."

"What is Harry?" He'd noticed how strange the boy was with the way he acted and how he spoke. His answers on Thursday had been riveting as well, but also confusing.

Bella said nothing and pursed her lips, looking hesitant. "I… don't think that's my job to tell you. It isn't my secret to tell."

"He told you about us though," Edward pointed out.

"Well technically he gave me a book and vampires were one of the many magical creatures/beings mentioned and you happened to fit the description of the fourth type. And when I asked, he confirmed his own beliefs based on what we knew. And then you skipping school over sunlight and skipping blood typing made it even more obvious."

Fourth type? As in there were other kinds of vampires? Or that Harry believed there were other kinds?

"You can ask Harry tomorrow. If… you're coming to school tomorrow?"

"I'll be there," he assured her. "I have a paper due as well you know."

She smiled and looked away, focusing on the passing trees.

When he pulled up outside her house, he said, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Yeah?" She then frowned, looking annoyed for some reason.

"Don't go into the woods anymore."

"Why?"

Leaning in, using his 'dazzling' ability that she'd spoken of to its full effect, he said, "Because I'm not the only dangerous thing out there right now." He was of course thinking of the nomad vampires that had killed a Forks resident not too far outside the town. Alice hadn't seen much of them, but had determined that they were just passing through.

"Okay," Bella breathed, eyes going a little unfocused at his proximity.

"Good night, Bella."

"Good night, Edward. Thanks for everything."

He made it back to the house in record time, ignoring Rosalie's insulting thoughts as he walked in the door. The entire family was seated in the living room and were all tense. They looked at him as one body, awaiting the fall of the blade.

"She knows."

Their reactions were all different. Esme remained unbothered, and Carlisle right beside her. Rosalie was ranting about putting the family in danger. Alice was very excited, visions dancing through her mind at a rapid pace as she looked into the future. Emmett didn't want to take any sides and sat awkwardly in front of the TV, and Jasper… Poor Jasper was trying to keep everything calm while also wondering if he'd have to act to protect the family some time soon.

And because of this, Edward decided to drop the next bomb on them as well. "Harry is the one who led her toward the information and then they watched us to see if we fit the description."

That shut everyone up, in more ways than one. It was the bit no one expected.

"What?" Alice asked, voicing all of their concerns in a single word. If Alice was confused then they were all well and truly fucked.

He shrugged. "I don't know, but I intend to find out tomorrow. I just hope she won't be traumatized by all of this."

Everyone instantly went silent externally and internally as well. The varying looks of worry made him feel only slightly better.

"I fund Bella... on a dark, lonely street, surrounded by four men."

Rosalie's thoughts turned a cross between murderous and horrified, her teeth grinding loudly throughout the room.

"And while she seems to have accepted the situation and was calm, I am not. I had to hear their thoughts. Hear their plans. See what they wanted to do to her. And I'm very not okay right now." He and Rosalie's interests aligned in this moment.

While Esme pressed a hand to her chest, Jasper threw every bit of calm he could scrape together at Edward, hoping to help him out.

It didn't work.

Moments like this made him hate his ability even more.


A/N: Another is done!

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