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Chapter 33
Harry sat in her 2002 Ford Mondeo, which was parked at the entrance to her driveway.
Harry's grip on the steering wheel tightened.
Rosalie's brother was a mind-reader.
Harry should have seen it coming.
Rosalie and all of the family members she had met thus far were obscenely beautiful. The way they moved, the way her magic reacted to each of them – The Cullens weren't ordinary.
But just because they weren't ordinary, didn't mean that they weren't human.
After all, she wasn't ordinary, but she was definitely human.
Hadrian at least knew that they definitely weren't Veela's. No Veela was a natural mind-reader nor did they have enhanced senses.
And then there was that pseudo-werewolf that bit her. It definitely wasn't a real werewolf. The bite hadn't infected her and she hadn't needed to use silver or dittany to close the wound. Was it an Animagus? Was it a Metamorphmagus? For the gleam she had seen in its eyes, even though it was for a mere moment, Hadrian could tell that the irises shone with human intelligence.
With that said it was yet another abnormal entity.
It seemed as if this world had supernatural beings of its own.
And Harry had encountered at least two separate species.
Now wasn't that just her Luck?
Harry sighed as she tussled her hair wildly. She was exhausted, aggravated.
She had somehow set up shop in Supernatural town.
Harry's mind flashed back to the Portkey that had brought her to Forks in the first place.
She hissed and forced the memory back. Because of course thinking of that accursed cup made her think of Cedric.
Truthfully she had long since disassociated her memories of Cedric from that Cup.
Or rather she pushed those memories so far back that the only way that they could have resurfaced would be if Cedric himself appeared before her.
Cedric.
Cedric.
He was the first person she'd seen die. The sad thing was he hadn't been the first or the last to die because of her.
"No," Harry whispered harshly.
"It wasn't our fault," she mumbled dropping her head to the steering wheel. "Harry we went over this already."
"Deep breaths, deep breaths," she chanted as she did so. The tension slowly bled from her shoulders.
The past two days had been Hell.
She needed a break.
Tapping on the glass by her seat caused her to snap her head up and to the right.
She was greeted to the frowning face of one Rosalie Hale.
Harry's lips pulled down into a frown and under her breath, she growled in annoyance
She said she needed a break for Merlin's sake!
Word Count: 441
A/N: I, like Hadrian, need a break. I have a loaded weekend ahead of me. A couple of reviewers asked about Harry and what she's gonna do now without her wand. I will address that in the Author's Notes in the next drabble. Sorry, I'm just extremely tired right now.
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