I have changed my PenName from HanaBlossom to ImmortalRoseOfTheThorns. Why? I don't know.

I won't be updating till I get, let's say…200 reviews?…please don't hate me. Its fair! Its the longest chapter so far

CHAPTER IX – RUN IN IN THE WOODS

EDWARD POV

Edward sighed, glancing around the library, knowing such an area did not help Juno. How he knew this without reading her mind? She had told him. Frequently. Having Hermione as a sister apparently, meant that she had spent a lot of the past few years living in the library with the two, for many useless reasons. It didn't particularly help him much. There was only a few people occupying it at that present time, him, Juno, the librarian who actually looked quite scandalous at their close proximity to each other (Juno, thankfully, didn't seem to notice that they were close enough for him to just lean his head upon her shoulder). Sadly, he knew their relationship, whatever it seemed to be, wasn't strong enough for him to do that yet. Another couple, both male and studying, were occupying another corner, arguing about the best form of radiation.

The smell of books was so incredibly strong, and the turning of crinkled pages was so severe he was wishing that they could leave as quickly as possible to get away from such noises, as such an annoyance purely couldn't be permanent. He hated the library, even in his human life and he didn't wish to spend any more of his immortal life inside it, Juno beside him or not.

It had been a week since he had offered to be Juno's tutor and she had accepted his offer on that same day, but only after the last Biology lesson did she beg him to begin to teach her. So here they sat, an hour after school had ended, all their siblings had gone home, still trying to decipher what Juno called, 'a completely bollocks language'.

"Sorry" she muttered. "You are trying to help me" she paused, frowning. "Why are you helping me? I mean, you must have something better to do than sit after school and do even more work. surely"

"I don't particularly know," he answered, smiling. "I find it soothing being able to talk to you. And it's the right thing to do, to help you if you are struggling"

"Smooth talker" she muttered, her cheeks pink at his comments, pulling her book closer to her chest. Edward chuckled. "I'm done for the night"

"You are?"

"Yeah. Can't do anymore. My brain would most likely go into overload" she sighed, rubbing her temples. "I swear you and Hermione must be like telepathically linked. You both love school"

"Ok…" Edward muttered, not entirely sure how to react to that. Juno didn't seem to either, so she gave an odd movement like halfway between and shrug and a slump, and moved back to lean into her chair. He made no move to leave. "Can you...tell me about yourself?" Juno blinked at him.

"Why do you want to know so much about me, Edward? Most people here don't. They either hate me because other people like me, believe anything I say to be my friend, or have an odd fascination with my lack there of of breasts"

Edward knew that if he was human he would be blushing and ignoring the rip of anger he felt at the most accurate views of the students in the school and their actions to her, and even her brother and sister, he forced the corners of his mouth into something like a smile. "I can't read you," he admitted, and she frowned. "People, for me, are easy to read. I see them, and I can easily tell what kind of people they are, but you…you are a complete mystery to me, Juno. And I would like to know more about you. Possibly to know why I cant read you"

She remained silent, her eyes wandering off and contemplating. "What do you want to know?"

Edward smiled. "Where are you from?"

She sighed. "Well, I was born in this little, not even on the map town, but when my parents died, I went to stay with my mums sister and her husband and kid in Surrey. You?"

Knowing she wouldn't let him know much about her, until they knew the same things about each other, he replied. "I was born in Chicago and my parents died there too, and since then I've been with Carlisle and my family. We lived in Alaska before moving here two years ago"

"I'm sorry about your parents"

"I'm sorry about yours," he said, looking her directly in the eye. As usual she looked way first. "When's your birthday?"

"July 31st. I just turned sixteen, a few months ago"

"June 20th. I'm seventeen and have been…for a while". Juno blinked at the slight pause in his sentence, before asking. "Your parents?"

"Elizabeth and Edward"

"You were named after your dad?" Edward nodded. "Well, my parents names weren't nearly as special. Lily and James. And apparently I was going to be named after my dad, if I was a boy" she said, obviously noticing Edwards change in emotions when the conversation had been turned to his own parents. Not having hers, ever in her entire life, Edward could tell that she felt it quite easy to talk about them. "According to Remus anyway. But I was a girl and my dad had a serious obsession with Roman mythology, so I was named Juno Diana. Unfortunate"

"Juno was the goddess of marriage and childbirth, and she was Jupiter's only wife, and one of the most beautiful goddesses. It suits you"

Juno blushed deeply, and Edward couldn't help but take a discrete sniff, as her scent grew slightly stronger with her beating heart.

"So most of the things you know about your parents their friends had to tell you?"

"Yeah" she muttered, fiddling with the end of her hair, and staring at her books. "All I can really remember of my parents is my mums voice…that she smelt of sandalwood…and the accident that killed them unfortunately"

"Juno, I'm so sorry" Edward started quickly, as her eyes began to shine ever so slightly, as if she may be about to cry. "We can change the subject if you want". She nodded, obviously against her better judgment, and smiled at him.

"You wanna know how human I am, Edward?" he tensed slightly at the wording of her question, but nodded. "I'm going to attempt to get a job"

"If that's what makes someone human, then I am in trouble" he joked, and she laughed, her eyes glittering, not with unshed tears this time but with laughter.

"Its my sisters idea. There is a coffee place on the edge of the town, and she thinks I should try and get a job there. Just for something to do because life is becoming quite dull"

"Ron isn't going to get one?" Edward inquired.

"No. It's not even a question. He won't yet. He might, later, but not right now. And Hermione found this little magic, museumy type shop at the edge of Port Angeles and she wants to get a job there"

"Magic shop?"

She blinked at the question, fiddling with her pen. "Hermione is into stuff like pagans, herbal medicines, and all that. She relies on more remedial…spiritual means of a way to live your life. Also its cheaper than getting medical insurance"

"Do you believe in magic?" he asked, his voice curt.

He couldn't help but feel hostile at the mention of magic. Magic mostly meant wizards. Wizards mostly meant hatred. Death. Their coven had encountered wizards only a few times in the past, Carlisle had met many more before he turned Edward, and all of them ended in the same way. Them dead, or the Coven hurt.

The last time, sixteen years ago, Alice had only just gotten away from a ferocious wizard who stunk of dogs, different though to the dogs down at La Push. Jasper had been unable to control the bloodlust and attacked the wizards to protect his smaller mate; this time, the Cullen's let the bloodlust consume him. That was one of the few times the Cullen's actually feared each other. They never thought they would see their young brother, their son, so...feral. So animal.

It had taken weeks for the psychic to heal, and none of the Cullen's ever forgot their hatred to that group of wizards. Half had gotten away, terrified by Jaspers animal like tendencies, and had disappeared in the blink of an eye on the spot. They still didn't know how exactly they did it, but they made sure they would always be prepared if a wizard could escape so easily. They would kill any other wizard who tried to hurt their family. And Edward was sure, he would do the exact thing to protect Juno if need be.

Wizards didn't care for those who bonded with vampires. They were...disposable humans.

JUNO POV

Answer faster, answer faster… Do I believe in magic? Of course I believe in magic. I'm a witch; my families are wizards and witches, my godson is even half=werewolf and a Metamorphogus. Magic runs through my veins, out into the atmosphere around me. It ripples when I get upset. It burns when I get angry. It is me. It's all of me.

Of course, I couldn't tell him this. None of this…at least not yet anyway, if not ever.

"It depends on what you mean by magic," I explained, noticing his face had darkened ever so slightly as the conversation started about magic. He frowned, nodding at me to continue. "I mean, its probably not all old hags, with conical hats flying around on broomsticks" Though it is partly true. "I have this theory, that magic…its everywhere. Everybody is magical in some way…umm…" I felt my cheeks begin to darken, as I struggled to find the words to explain it to him. "Like, when a doctor is able to cure somebody, its science, yeah, but the fact that they would and they cared enough to do it, that's magical. When someone conquers a fear, the strength they needed for it that was from magic. And when you love somebody…the entire feeling. The bliss, the serenity, knowing that someone can keep you entirely safe…loving somebody that much, that's just pure magic"

"That's...a wonderful way to think of it" he breathed, looking as if he really had no idea what to say to that.

I tried to hide behind my hair to hide my embarrassment "I guess-" I started and jumped as my phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated and began to blare out a Weird Sisters song. I grabbed it and pulled it to my ear, as Edward apologized to the librarian, who shushed us, a reproachful look on her face.

"Ron, what?!" I snapped into the phone.

"Oh, sorry. We were just wondering if you were coming home soon, because Hermione's just starting dinner"

I sighed, rolling my eyes, knowing exactly why Ron phoned, and I was sure that it was nothing to do with dinner. "I think we're done here, so I'm on my way now, ok?"

"Oh, ok. See you in a bit, ok, mate?"

I hung up, placing it back into my jeans pocket, and turned to Edward. "Sorry, I have to go. Ron is...being Ron" I tried to explain, as I gathered up my books, trying to force them into my battered rucksack. He stood and began to help me pack away my things. "Such a gentleman" I muttered, and he smiled at me. I grabbed my Spanish textbook at the time as him, and our hands collided.

Except for the odd brushing of hands and shoulders as we sat in class or passed each other in the hallway, we had barely had any physical contact. This was probably the most contact we ever had, since that second Biology lesson. His hand was practically holding my own on top of the book, his fingers gripping my wrist, just above the pulse point. He seemed to freeze along with me, and I could feel my heartbeat pick up ever so slightly. He glanced up and held my gaze. His eyes were such a deep, pure amber that I couldn't look away. I was frozen within them. They were full of so many mixed feelings that I couldn't even begin to comprehend what I saw in them. He cleared his throat suddenly and pulled his hand away. I grabbed the book and fumbled it into my bag, it slipping in my fingers.

"Done" I muttered, and he nodded, grabbing his own bag. With a nod to the still annoyed librarian, we left the library, me actually breathing easier away from the almost natural smell of dusty old books. We walked down a few corridors, a odd student wandering them, staying after school to help with homework too, or even a janitor mopping the floors and barely giving us a glance, but muttering about us under his breath. I noticed Edward glancing at me a few times but I looked away, determined not to meet his gaze. I kept glancing to his hand a few times, almost daring myself to hold it. But I merely bit my lip and looked way, determined not to give in to such schoolgirl impulses. But as he held the last door open for me, smiling crookedly and waiting for me to pass first, I couldn't help but smile back.

"Thanks for helping me, Edward. I know we didn't get very far, but...you know, thanks for trying"

"It was my pleasure," he said, as we entered the parking lot. A thin mist hung throughout the area, and I felt a quick spreading dampness through my clothes and the moisture clung to my face. I drew my denim jacket closer around myself, and hitched my bag higher up my shoulders, and smiled once more at Edward.

"I'll see you tomorrow then" I said, and turned to walk away. I froze as he grabbed the top of my arm.

"Juno, where are you going?"

"Home. The place you normally go after school"

"Ron and Hermione have taken your truck," he explained. "And I'm not letting you walk home, so I'm taking you home" he said, and holding a large amount of my jacket, began to practically drag me over to his Volvo.

"I. Can. Walk" I snapped, as he finally released me outside the passenger door, my trainers slipping on the pavement. "You are so bloody pushy sometimes"

"It's open" was he said, and he climbed into the driver's side. "I'll just drag you back here if you try to walk"

I rolled my eyes and gave in. it had begun to rain anyway, drizzling onto my already damp hair and clothes, and I climbed into the car, losing the last of my dignity. "There isn't any need for this"

"Your brother already loathes me. I think me allowing you to walk home and catch pneumonia would really be the cherry on top"

I couldn't help but burst into laughter, as we drove out of the parking lot. "You're scared of Ron? Oh my god, I'm actually losing the respect I had for you, Edward, I truly am. I mean, this is Ron. Ron! The boy with such an incredibly fear of spiders that I'm sure he will wet himself one day" Edward remained silent, and turned up the heat so warmth spread through my body. I sighed pleasantly, glancing out of the window. My eyes widened.

"Merlin, how fast do you drive?!" I cried, glancing to look at the dial. Edward laughed.

"Did you just say 'Merlin'?"

"Slow down, will you?" Edward shook his head, his shoulders quaking with suppressed laughs, but the car began to slow down. I sighed. The car moved at such a steady pace, it wasn't until I looked out of the window and saw the town flashing past, that I realized exactly how fast we were going.

"What's Remus like?" he suddenly asked. It surprised me that he actually remembered Remus: I had mentioned him briefly about three weeks ago.

"Remus is...quiet. I mean, he was best friends with my dad, and all he ever did was push the boundaries on absolutely everything. And Remus was always trying to fix everything that my dad did wrong. He's a teacher as well. Well, he was. He's stopped now so he can raise Teddy" I stopped as I began to feel a soft wave of depression spread throughout me

"Is he a good guy?"

"He's the best. It's just..." Edward glanced at me, urging me to continue. "It's unfair, really. Rem hasn't really been great in relationships. Well, I don't really know, I never found it polite to ask. Anyway, he found Dora after so long, and then she was just taken away from him. It's just so unfair. They weren't even married for a year, and Teddy...Teddy will never know who she is" I crossed my arms, and fell back into the seat, staring back out of the window. I blinked, realizing we had already reached the house, and my truck was parked awkwardly in the drive. That's what I get for letting Ron drive the car home. I should've asked Hermione, even though she is no better.

"With Dora..." I glanced back to Edward, who looked quite forlorn. "It is very sad when someone you love dies"

"Dora didn't die" he frowned. "She was murdered". He seemed to freeze, and was obviously trying to gauge my reaction to such a blunt statement. I merely shook my head. "I'll see you tomorrow, ok, Edward?"

"Ok" he muttered, his brow furrowed in thought. I climbed out of the car, my bag hanging from my hand. I stumbled my rain through the rain and up the drive. I glanced back and waved at Edward, who waved back, before I unlocked the door. I sighed, embracing its warmth, dropping the keys in the bowl beside the door, and kicking off my trainers. I paused in halfway taking my jacket off.

That was when I realized I had never even told him where I lived.

DUMBLEDORE POV

"What is the big deal, Hermione, because, seriously, I cant see it" Ron sighed, standing in the doorway as his girlfriend bustled around the kitchen, making dinner, her cheeks slightly flushed with anger.

"Their family isn't normal, it's obvious!" Hermione trilled, slamming a cupboard shut and turning to face him, leaning back slightly against the counter.

"Neither are we" Ron stated, as blunt as usual.

"Do you seriously think they are entirely human? The ignorance you and Juno show everyday, Ron, is remarkable"

"You are actually looking for a reason so there is nothing normal here, aren't you?" he said, raising his eyebrows.

"We need to keep him away from Juno, until we know what they are"

"Keep who away from me?" The couple turned to see Juno enter the kitchen, throwing her jacket on the back of one of the chairs, and looking from Ron to Hermione, who both had guilty expressions on her face. "Well, who?"

"Er..." Ron began.

"We were just wondering what your...relationship is with Edward Cullen" Hermione said, seeming to have lost part of her nerve, cautiously, watching Juno carefully for any sign that she would lose her temper. Juno blinked, frowning before sighing.

"I don't have a relationship with Edward-"

"Yes, you do" Ron interrupted.

Juno sighed, and looked straight at her brother. "Can I finish my sentence, please? My relationship with him, Ronald, is simple. He is my tutor. I am his student. He is a fellow student of mine at school. End of discussion"

"Oh, come on. Its obvious he wants you. And its obvious with the way you act around him that you want him too!"

"So what?" Juno said, raising her voice now, and placing her hands on her hips. "Yes, I do like him. He is one of the only people in this godforsaken hell-hole that I can actually have a conversation with without him looking at my breasts or making suggestive comments every two fucking seconds" She began to list off her fingers. "He is cute, and you know what? He has a very nice butt, like it's sculpted or something. He is one of the very few people who look at me as if I am somebody, and he doesn't walk around on eggshells, like I could explode at any second, which you two still continue to do after three months, which is just plain ridiculous! So, Hermione, Ronald" she continued, tilting her chin up in defiance, at her brothers slight grimace at the mention of Edwards butt. "End. Of. Discussion" she said with finality. She glanced from Ron to Hermione, who both looked thoroughly miserable and hurt at her words. "Now, if you will excuse me, I'm going to my room to write some letters. Need me, you know where I am". She turned and left the room without another word.

Hermione turned and glared at her crestfallen boyfriend. "I'm going to find out what they are, Ron. You can help me or not" she turned and stormed out of the kitchen.

Ron sighed, leaning against the doorframe. "Women" he muttered, shaking his head.

!"£$%^

Hermione Granger, now Dumbledore for identity purposes, loved her sister. The two of them had been inseparable for over six years, since they were ten, and Hermione was glad to call such a loving and kind, yet aggressive person her sister. She wasn't as close to Juno as the brunette was to Ron, and she was fine with it. Ron and Juno both loved sports, and their natural talent of misbehaving and somehow trying to find trouble in the most docile of places. They both loved large families, and were gradually accepted by everyone they gave a chance.

She and Juno were probably similar to that fact they were both so incredibly stubborn, and would never give up on probably everything. This was what was probably prompting Juno to at least get something in Muggle education. Juno was always there for her when she needed her, against Death Eaters, and Dark creatures, and was most likely the first person she would turn to on most things. But one thing infuriated her beyond comparison. Juno's ignorance.

Most of the time Juno was perceptive. She figured things out quite easily, something that came in handy on many occasions. There was some times were Hermione and her were equal in their intelligence in logics. But there were other times, where she was just like Ron. This would be times such as the third year, when she discovered Remus was a werewolf. They only figured it out when she yelled it at them and Remus didn't deny it.

Now, it seemed the same thing was happening again. This time with the Cullen's.

They were definitely creatures of some sort that was undeniable. They were too ethereal; too, dare she say, perfect to not be. Veela, pixies…anything of the sort she knew they were. She had a least three classes with the eldest boy, Emmett, and he was too graceful, even with his large build. His girlfriend, Rosalie, was too beautiful, her beauty rivaling that of Fleur's, maybe even more so. Alice she rarely saw, but according to Ron she was preppy, almost like Luna, their dear friend, and her boyfriend Jasper, his face forever marred with pain…

And lastly, Edward Cullen. The reason she definitely needed to know what they were. He was becoming close to Juno, and she needed to know if there was even the slightest chance he could hurt her, and what exactly being around him would entail for her. Already brewing behind his eyes, Hermione could already see.

The markings of true love.

And, Hermione walked over to her desk, and poured the last of her Magical creatures books upon it, not matter how little she would be able to do, Voldemort would be nothing compared to how Hermione Granger would act, if he did anything to hurt her.

JUNO POV

After a while, the weeks seemed to blend in with each other. I turned around for a second and somehow September became October; the skies grew grayer, the actual sun being visible became a rare sight. The days grew shorter. Ron and Hermione went out more to be a couple, just them two, I was stuck alone in the house, only the less frequent calls from Remus and Teddy putting a smile on my face lately, and they were growing shorter, and rare. I knew that by moving away, leaving my family, that things would change. The other two wouldn't have Molly breathing down their necks, so they were free to be the couple they wanted to be. I would probably not see Teddy or Remus, or anybody, for months; only a telephone kept me connected to the ones I loved. I would probably need one to talk to Ron and Hermione soon.

We had letters; Ginny, Luna, all our friends had started Hogwarts without us, completing the last year that we had to sacrifice so letters were all we had to keep in touch with them

Going to school, participating in lessons, and what the students called conversations, and the few tutor sessions I had with Edward, and even my new job down at the coffee place, Old Town Brew, became a second nature. I became caught up in the soap opera version of a normal life. But I wasn't normal. So I hated it. To remind myself that I wasn't like them, I was going crazy with my magic at home, Hermione completely freaked out about it. She wanted me to try and be like them. Us coming to this…place was a way for me, for us all, to relax. A heavy burden had finally been lifted from all our shoulders. Voldemort and the Death Eaters were gone. Forks was a place where we could let go of the magic, take a break from it.

I don't want to take a break.

Magic is who I am. I live for it. I breathe for it. Not using magic, not letting it be a part of me, is like saying I wasn't a witch. Denying who I am…I might as well have said that I wasn't James Potters daughter. Ridding myself of his name already hurt. So on the 22nd of October, my ninth week in Forks, Washington, I did what I normally did.

I ran.

Running was just a step down from flying. I had begun to run almost every morning; just for the thrill it gave me. If I closed my eyes, I could picture myself in my Gryffindor Quidditch robes, soaring over the stands, the roar of the cheering crowds below me; almost welcoming the boos from the emerald blur of Slytherins. I was hunting, hunting the golden speck that was the Snitch. When I reached my goal, the opening to the woods a mile from the house, it was almost as rewarding as clasping the fluttering orb between my fingers and raising it to the sky, as if offering it to the gods. But only almost.

"Oh! Sorry!" I called, as I sprinted through the park, having nearly knocked down an elderly couple, who I could hear muttering about 'kids today'. I slowed down to a brisk jog, pulling out a headphone attached to a musical device known as an ipod and placing it into my ear. "Muggles are good for some things, I suppose," I muttered as a Weird Sisters song, which Hermione had somehow transported onto the contraption, suddenly blared out into my ears.

Wiggle down like a hairy troll

Learning to rock and roll

I chuckled before sprinting off once more, my heartbeat tuning in sync with the baseline of the song.

I moved past two more elderly couples out for their usual Sunday walks, and a young couple with a baby, that I actually stopped to coo over for a moment or two, before I bumped into some people I really didn't want to see when such happiness and exhilaration was pumping through my veins.

Mike. Jessica. Lauren. And Eric. All sitting down on a picnic blanket and hanging out. And essentially ruining my day. Cursing all the gods I knew of, I ducked behind one of the oak trees, preparing to run again, when I knew that they weren't looking. I took a chancing glance, and immediately regretted it.

"J.D!"

I scowled and grumbled under my breath, before putting a bright, albeit fake, smile on my face, and stepping out from behind the tree. Jessica immediately looked put out as Mike's attention was directed at me, and I couldn't help the slight tinge of guilt I felt at that. Lauren merely scowled, before smirking and patting her clothes and exuberant hairstyle. I could feel my cheeks flushing at my untamable curls and old jogging bottoms and faded green t-shirt. I paused my ipod, the music now becoming a hindrance.

"Hi!" I trilled, waving, my cheeks now hurting from forcing myself to smile.

"Wanna join?" Eric asked, eagerly.

"No" I said, shaking my head, almost frantically, and Jessica's shoulders almost sagged with relief. "I have to finish my run and then I gotta get home. Having a family day doing nothing…so, bye" I turned to leave.

"Oh, we're going to La Push again next weekend. You guys definitely have to come this time," Mike said, grinning. I opened my mouth to protest, but then remembered we had cancelled on the last three times to go to La Push. Though how they could continue to go to the beach in this sort of weather, I would never understand.

Cursing myself for being nice, I nodded. "I'll talk to you at school" and before they could say anything else, I ran off, weaving in and out of people, not caring how ridiculous I must have looked, running as if the devil or Tom Riddle was chasing me down once again.

!"£$%^

"OW" I cried, as I succeeded in tripping over my own feet. I sat down in the dirt, wincing as I cradled my left ankle. Sighing, I placed it back down, glancing at my surroundings. Somehow in my music induced stupor had walked through, I don't know how far, into the woods. Trees, thick with different plants, mosses, and all other things easily identified and not so easily identified. I grimaced as a smell of blood filled my nostrils.

I placed a hand on my nose, and stood, gingerly placing my foot down. I scoped around slightly, trying to find the source of the stench, and froze as I found it.

A deer. A buck, a young baby animal, lay on the grass. Its eyes wide open, its neck torn, and fluids and blood were pouring from the gaping wound, where it had obviously been torn by whatever despicable creature that had killed it. I didn't see that. I didn't want to see it. All I saw was its eyes.

Wide, fearful, knowing death was upon it, I didn't want to even begin to know what kind of death or monster it saw in its last moments. I had seen those eyes. So many times.

Flashes, some brief some that lingered swam across my minds, screaming. Curses roared in my head. Blood. Death. The cold dark hand of the Dementors reaching out. Him. His wonderful eyes, dimming, pleading me. Swimming in front of me, the blood pouring from his body. I could feel the burn in my heart, and ail over my body, as a pressure of a thousand needles sprung upon me.

I gave a sob, and stumbled backwards, turning over and running out of the forest. Running from the deer. Running from my memories. Running from my pain. My grief. But still it follows me, still it will haunt me. Like a shadow it will plague my existence.

EDWARD POV

Edward slipped through the window, careful to avoid the shoes that rested just underneath it. Juno lay in her bed, asleep and obviously dreaming. Hearing Ron and Hermione sleeping in the other room, Edward crept towards Juno, kneeling beside her bed.

He wouldn't say things with him and Juno were going swimmingly as Alice put it, but the weekly tutoring he gave her and the talks in class and between classes was helping them grow closer. He knew that she loved music, and she knew he did too. They both loved sports and they had their own ideas on the world and the way it is. They disagreed on as many things as they agreed upon. Already Emmett was calling them an old married couple, when Juno wasn't even, he hated the adolescent term, girlfriend. They were both still so guarded, life-threatening secrets dividing them. At least three times he had been about to tell her what he was, but then all he could do was look into her patient, waiting eyes and knew he couldn't do it. He just changed the subject.

But then she went into the forest and saw what he had left behind, and even now he could see it distressed her. The way she reacted upon seeing the deer, terrified him. Her pulse had reached such a limit, and her small form had shook and… what Jasper had said…he had been quite far from Edward, but Alice still said he had almost collapsed from the amount n of distress he had felt from Juno. Like a cosmic impulse it had swept to the empath. Edward stroked her temple.

"Please let me in" he murmured so soft, he could barely hear himself. "I didn't want to hurt you…you shouldn't have seen" He sighed, and stroked down her cheek, and she seemed to sigh pleasantly at the contact, and leaned her cheek slightly closer to him. "Tell me what haunts you…Juno…My love"

Her body suddenly grew rigid. For a split second, Edward thought she may have woken up and heard him, though her heartbeat hadn't given warning, but he grew ready to move away. As her eyes refused to open, he realised she was having a dream. No, a nightmare.

Her breathing increased dramatically, her heartbeat soaring, and severe. She began to twist around in the cocoon she had made in her bed sheets, and began to almost convulse, almost like a seizure. Edward moved, not thinking, and tried to hold her down. She tried to fight out of his grasp, strong for an average human, but not strong enough for him. Still, she refused to waken from her coma like sleep, and began to whimper and bite her lip. He hears her continue to mutter, "No. No" under her breath, in a voice so painful, he placed a kiss upon her temple, stroking her hair, and murmuring in her ear.

"I'm here…." He repeated, almost like a chant. He don't know how long it took, but she calmed, and he managed to get her back into the position she was in before, hopefully dreaming peacefully. He lay on the empty side of her bed, where he was supposed to be, and watched her sleep, stroking her hair, if she gave any sign of nightmares, and listening to her soft heart beating in her chest.

If it meant ridding her of nightmares, Edward would've stayed there forever if he could. In a place so peaceful with the person he knew he loved. For the first time, possibly in his entire life, he was home

ROSE;Some of this I'm proud of. Some parts I'm not as proud of.

Sadly, I am going away for two weeks to Paris with some friends, so I wont be able to work on chapter ten. I have a brief beginning so the second I get home, I will finish and hopefully be able to update quicker than I did this one.

So, review and au revoir! *sighs* they're going to really hate me over there

Next Chapter: The Trio takes a trip to the La Push, Juno reminisces with Ron, and Hermione learns of the legends