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Chapter 2
"Girls," I asked politely, "would please you go upstairs? I'll be there in a few minutes" They looked like they wanted to protest, but they didn't. As soon as they were up the stairs, I calmly said, "What do you leeches want?" "Bella, what is going on here?" Carlisle asked, "Why aren't you in Forks where we left you in July?"
I could see everyone flinch from Carlisle's choice of word. Even Rosalie looked a little sad. "You see Carlisle," I said, my voice deadly calm, "you are exactly right. You left me. This is my home, not yours. This is where I belong, not you. So why are you here? And don't call me Bella. You will refer to me as Bellona.
My name is Arabella Potter, not Isabella Swan. Harry Potter is my twin brother, and both my parents were murdered by Voldemort before I turned one. You all lied to me, and I don't respect liars. I used to love you, but the moment you lied, you ruined it." And with that, I stormed up the stairs into Ginny and Hermione's room and slammed the door behind me.
At first, all I saw was Mione and Ginny. Then I saw long black hair peeking out from in between where Mione and Ginny were pressed together. I knew who was there but decided to play along. "Hey Mione and Ginny," I asked sweetly, "why are you so close? Is there something I should know about?"
"Boo!" yelled a voice from behind Ginny and Mione. When I saw her face I squealed, "Jasmine!" We gave each other bone crushing hugs. "I'm so glad you're back!" she screamed. "Where's Adrian?" I asked. "Adrian went to the Hospital Wing to visit the boys. He said to tell you he'd see you tomorrow, especially since he's a prefect!"
"Why aren't you a prefect?" I asked jokingly. We both knew that she got in way too much trouble to be a prefect. All she did was give me a cheeky grin. Mione and Ginny looked at me apologetically. At first I was confused, because they should have been happy Jazz was here, but then I saw the edge of an Extendable Ear peeking from behind Ginny's back.
'Seriously, Fred and George, you've got to be kidding me!' When they realized they were found out they looked scared. Despite everything that just went on, I had to fight the urge to laugh at the expression on their faces. "Alright, you guys," I said with amusement in my voice, "let's unpack." When they saw I was calm, all the anger dissolved from their faces and just left confusion. After a while, Jazz asked, "You're not mad at us for eavesdropping?"
"No," I laughed, "it saved me from having to repeat the conversation over again." They looked slightly better but still cautious, like I might explode at any minute. "Seriously," I said, with amusement evident in my voice, "I'm not mad. Now come on. I'm not unpacking your stuff by myself." They smiled at me and didn't bring up the subject again. Once we were done I left, walking to the Head's Dorm in silence.
At dorm entrance
*Thump, thump*
I knocked on the portrait hole that led into the Head's common room. There was a wizard who looked to be about 20 in the portrait, sleeping. About the fourth time I knocked, he woke up and rudely asked me what I 'wanted'. I asked him to please alert Luna Lovegood that she had a visitor. He grunted in reply and went to his portrait in Luna's room to wake her up. Soon, the portrait swung open and revealed a groggy-looking Luna.
"Bella!" she squealed, jumping into my arms and giving me a bone-crushing hug. "I missed you!" I exclaimed. Out of all my friends, Luna and I have got to be the closest. Everyone think she's crazy, but she's not. She's smart, funny, kind, and understanding. She's the best best friend anyone could ask for. "I'm so excited," Luna exclaimed, "we finally get to share a common room!"
We squealed and hugged each other again. "Okay," Luna said, calming down, "what happened in the Great Hall with those vampires? I went to follow you, but McGonagall made me stay." After I recounted the whole story to her, from my time in America to my conversation with them in the Gryffindor common room, with little interjections of "that's horrible".
I finally got to ask her the question that had been plaguing my mind all day. "Who's my Head partner?" Just as Luna was about to answer, I heard an annoyingly familiar drawl say, "How's it going, Potter?" I growled, "Malfoy." This is just fan-freaking-tastic.