AN: Hey! I've been reading The Titan's Curse and The Battle of the Labyrinth while writing this. I already have a PJO plot running in my mind but I'm pretty nervous. PJO fanfiction readers are scary. Seriously scary. Flames everywhere. I shudder when I think of them. TTATT Anyway, this chapter is pretty much boring. Except for the end. It's less boring. :D I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight.

Chapter 5

Stupid Psychic Pixie Vampire

"Alice… look, I need to tell you something," Harry whispered to his seatmate, who was a pixie-like vampire named Alice Cullen. He just found out last night about the Cullens being vampires, thanks to the Quileutes, and now, he was going to tell the Cullens about his past. He felt that it would be the right thing, especially since he might be in love with one of them—Edward. So, now Harry expected Alice to shrug and say, "Okay. What is it?". Well, what she actually said surprised Harry.

"Yeah. You know that we're vampires," Alice said with a wide grin. She looked as if this happened everyday. Or maybe she looked like she knew this would happen and she's practiced it a thousand times before.

"How did you know that?" Harry asked in a low voice, eyes wide in surprise.

"I can see the future!" Alice squealed. Harry snorted at this, remembering Trelawney and her fake death predictions.

"This is the real thing, you know. I'm telling the truth," Alice said, hurt. Harry looked at Alice, pondering. She seemed genuinely hurt. Besides, it didn't seem like she was joking. Well… if she could really see the future, then—.

"You're going to ask me what you're going to say next," Alice predicted, rolling her golden eyes. "So… my place after school?"

Harry glared at her, finally believing and said, "Fine."

Alice gave Harry one last time before she turned to face the front of the classroom.

Probably to pretend to listen to a lesson she's heard a hundred times before, Harry thought. Then, he softly chuckled. Alice heard and raised a brow quizzically. Harry smiled and shook his head. Alice went back to pretending to listen to Mr. Payne, their History teacher. Harry allowed himself one more chuckle before finally tuning in to the lesson.

That went well.

"So, what's so important, that Alice had to drag you here?" Emmett asked Harry.

"Well, for one, I—," Harry started, but he was interrupted by Alice.

"He knows we're vampires!"

"Don't I get to tell anyone about what I found out?" Harry exclaimed indignantly, glaring at Alice.

"What can I say? I'm psychic," she replied, childishly sticking her tongue out. Harry responded by huffing and crossing his arms. He heard some of the Cullens chuckle and decided to be serious again. Alice seemed to think of the same thing. Or maybe she just predicted that this would happen. Not that he didn't like it or that he hated Alice, but he just couldn't get used to the fact that Divination could actually be real. Back to the present…

"Anyway, I also came here to tell you about myself—my past, I mean," Harry told them. "Besides, I figured that if I know your secret, then you should know mine."

At this, all of the Cullens looked interested. Maybe except Rosalie. She looked indifferent. Harry shrugged this off and told the Cullens about his past. About his parents dying, Voldemort, his Hogwarts days, Sirius, the War, the betrayal of the Weasleys… He did his best not to break down in front of them. While he told them, memories played in his mind. He had to blink back the tears a lot of times and his voice cracked more than once but he still didn't cry and he was proud of that because it hurt—a lot.

"Oh my goodness," Esme said as soon as he finished. Esme looked shocked, as well as Carlisle. Lice looked worried. Edward was… fuming, actually. Emmett was, too, but what surprised Harry was that Rosalie seemed mad, too.

Even a vampire like Rosalie has feelings, Harry reasoned with himself.

"He did—that to you?" Edward asked through his teeth, with his hands were balled into fists. Harry could only imagine steam coming out of his ears.

"Yes. Yes, he did…" Harry said softly. He was sort of touched by Edward's anger towards Ron because it showed that he cared. But then again… as much as Harry wanted Ron dead, he didn't want to dwell on his past anymore. Unless, of course, if Ron bothers him again, which, Harry thought, shouldn't be happening very soon if Ron had an actual brain. "But, that's the past… so I suppose I don't really care anymore."

"You sure, Harry? 'Cause if you have some second thoughts…" Emmett said as he cracked his knuckles.

"I'm pretty sure," Harry assured him chuckling. He stopped mid-chuckle. Then again… Ron wasn't the brightest person Harry's met. "Actually, you'll be the first to know if I have some second thoughts."

"Harry, if I may ask, it's about magic—," Carlisle started, but was interrupted by a clapping Emmett.

"Oh—magic! I wanna see some magic," he said, bouncing in his seat. He just went from protective big brother to excited five year old in a few seconds. Harry looked at Carlisle to ask is he could—or should—demonstrate something for Emmett and he nodded.

"Okay, but I'm only going to do a simple and not dangerous spell. Is that fine?" Harry asked, taking out his wand. He didn't use it but he brought it at school, just in case. Some sort of safety measure. Anyway Harry pointed to a vase and cast the charm.

"Wingardium Leviosa."

The vase rose and Harry let it do some flips before he set it down carefully. Emmett was bouncing the whole time.

"Cool! Could you do that to me, too?" Emmett asked excitedly.

"Err… Yes, I can—but, next time, okay?"

Emmett pouted but said, "Okay."

"You were saying, Carlisle?"

"Yes, well, the magic—where does it come from?"

"There are theories… I'm afraid I can't explain them as well as a book can. I've got some back at my house covering that topic. I've also got some books on healing potions, if you're interested. I could hand them to Alice and she'll give them to you tomorrow," Harry suggested.

"Yes, of course. Thank you," Carlisle said, obviously thrilled at new knowledge. Harry glanced at his watch and was surprised. It was pretty late. He realized that he was tired.

"I should go," Harry announced, stifling a yawn.

"Yes, perhaps you should," Esme agreed. Harry stood up and headed out.

"You should ask him out," Alice whispered to Edward. Edward was instantly pulled out from his thoughts. He was thinking about—well, Harry. Edward thought that Harry was the bravest person he ever met. Also, the most forgiving. If he didn't care about what that fake Ron kid had done anymore… Personally, Edward wanted to pulverize that bastard. If Ron made the mistake to come near Harry again—he will find a way to hurt Ron. Edward was imagining different way of killing Ron when Alice spoke to him.

"What?" Edward said, surprised.

"Ask him out. Now. Before he leaves!" Alice said, glaring at him, daring him to contradict. If looks could incinerate, Edward would've been a pile of vampire ashes right then and there.

"Okay, okay! I'm going," Edward said, arms up in surrender. He ran vampire speed outside the house and found Harry starting up the engine of his car. Edward went up to that driver's side of the car and knocked on the window. Harry noticed and rolled down the window.

"Yes?" Harry asked, eyebrows raised.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me this Saturday…" Edward said, adding in a crooked smile. He asked fast. For one, Harry seemed really tired. He didn't want to shorten Harry's sleep by stuttering like a nervous fool. Second—well, he was nervous. This was his second attempt at a relationship and the first one obviously didn't work out well. He just hoped Harry would even say yes.

"Sure!" Harry said. He looked pretty surprised but pleased. Edward grinned at Harry and kissed his cheek.

"Until then," Edward murmured, stepping back. He noticed that Harry's cheeks were tinted pink, and smiled. Harry rolled his window back up but before he could close it completely, he heard Alice bellow.

"You'll have a splendid time!"

Harry blushed even more and quickly drove away but not without giving Edward a last wave. While driving back, Harry thought about Edward. He couldn't believe it! Edward asked him out. And, Edward kissed him. On the cheek… Harry shook his head. He was acting like a schoolgirl. Then, a thought entered his mind. Alice would now be seeing his date with Edward. Then, she'll give Harry some mysterious hints about it—what Edward planned—at school. She'll probably take him shopping. Harry shuddered at that thought. Shopping.

Stupid psychic pixie vampire.

AN: So… I hope you review! Pretty please? Anyway, I've got the next two chapters planned out. By the way, I sort of foreshadowed events. It's quite obvious. Better than evil Bella. That girl can't even manage to walk on flat ground. __ (No offense to all those clumsy people out there!)