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Summary: Edward left Bella when she was trying to tell him her biggest secret: She's a witch that attends Hogwarts. When he leaves, she is heartbroken and decides to go back home to Hogwarts. While she is home, Bella reconnects with her best friends Harry, Hermione and Ron. What happens when new students arrive at Hogwarts, but they're not so new? Will she go back to Edward or will she be in the arms of another?

Previously: Dumbledore brought twelve vampires to Hogwarts. I think he's gone completely bonkers!

Chapter Three: Third Person

In the Wizarding World, vampires aren't very well known. However, the few wizards that do know of their existence, are often disgusted by what the typical vampire stands for. They're seen as vicious, cruel, and, often, way too strongly driven by their blood lust. In most cases, this is the truth, but Albus Dumbledore is a kind and forgiving man. As someone who's experienced guilt and regret, he feels for those who's never truly given the chance to try and redeem themselves due to what society labels them or their group as. Albus knows what it's like to make mistakes. In fact, the headmaster often ponders upon whether or not he is truly a good man with good intentions because of his mistakes. The Wizarding World is quick to dismiss the fact that Albus has a history and doesn't question him much because he's known for his good works, but, nonetheless, he was given a chance and others are not.

Which is why, as Bella stands before him complaining about his welcoming of the vampires, Albus refuses to try and look from her perspective at things. The headmaster knows this rant is not truly rooted from Bella's concern for her and her classmates lives, but due to the fact that she had been involved with one of the vampires and things ended rather roughly. Dumbledore felt for the girl, he truly did, but he saw this as an opportunity to do some good and that he could not afford to dismiss because of Bella and her feelings. Though these feelings had a great impact upon her life, Albus knew that an even greater impact would be made if he were to give into her wishes. It was extremely importantly to him that she follow his orders and trust him on this one. Or else it may cost lives. He sighed, his light, greyish blue eyes seeming to look just a little more dimmer than usual.

"Bella! That is enough. If I say that they will be here and that they will be treated kindly and with respect, it shall be so," Dumbledore ordered, his voice booming within the small confines of his office. Very rarely did he have to get like this, but Bella had forced his hand. Though she didn't understand at the moment, she would soon enough and that's all the justification Albus needs. She would get through this soon enough, but she needed to put up with the rain in order to see the rainbow.

Bella's POV

Anger. The emotion floods my senses and causes me to lose all rationality. I can't think or speak properly as I stomp my way past a new lot of Gryffindor students and a speechless Hermione. Never before have I felt as unheard as I do now. Professor Dumbledore, a man I had once considered reasonable, dismissed my worries and concerns without truly hearing so much as a sentence about my encounters with vampires. Not only is it a risk of safety, but it is completely absurd of him to not hear me out. Yet he chooses to dismiss me without so much as a blink of an eye!

I scowl at this thought, tightening my hands into fists at my sides as I continue to stomp my way throughout the grounds of the castle in search of one person who I know will give me a sense of relief without making me talk. Though he happens to hate my Gryffindor companions, he seems to enjoy my presence a lot. Of course, it might be due to the fact that we're very "hands on" in our activities, but I don't mind and neither does he. Scanning the crowds wildly, I spot a flash of pale skin and blonde hair. It's him. I take my wand out and, with a flick of my wrist, send our signal of smoke up and into the air near where he is. The sign's a bit obvious and out in the open, but no one's discovered it's purpose yet so I feel rather safe using it.

I walk away as I watch him look up at the sign and smirk, remembering the first time I'd really seen that smirk without malice placed behind it.

Flashback

Fifth Year at Hogwarts

During my first year at Hogwarts, I'd quickly become very reputable with my ability to shift my appearance at will. Especially because I had yet to completely learn how to control it and the ability was and still is connected with my emotions. Being a Metamorphmagi is rare in the Wizarding World and, even though many won't admit it, they were fascinated by me and how quickly I'd excel at magic. When it had came down to it, I'd become an exception for everyone who'd even firmly believed in caring for keeping up with the house rivalries of Hogwarts. I belonged in the house of Ravenclaw because I had chosen to try and not involve myself in the notorious rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Though, in all reality, I'd make a good fit for all three of the houses. Due to this fact, it wasn't hard to fit in and get along with the houses for the most part. Not only was I liked by my own house, but I'd quickly befriend many out all three of the other houses. Especially a select few in the house of Slytherin.

Things, however, changed during the later half of my second year at Hogwarts. Though I wasn't exactly a Gryffindor, the Slytherin claimed that I was one by association. Year after year, ever since I'd befriended the famously "golden trio" and turned it into the "golden quartet", I'd put up with the taunting of those in the Slytherin house. However, when the lights had turned out and the Slytherin no longer had to keep up with appearances, I'd be invited to meet up with some of them in an unused and mostly hidden classroom.

It was there, during my fifth year and his fourth, where we'd quickly become each other's release for pent up stress and anger. As my old buddies got older and ended their last year at Hogwarts, I'd go to that old classroom and reminiscence or vent. As it turns out, I wasn't the only one fond of the room. He'd often hang out as a tag along with my good buddies in an effort to get information, but we'd never really talked to one another due to his hatred for my friends. However, it just so happened, that he'd been practicing a spell I was rather good at in a subject I'd been proud to say I was far ahead in.

The well-known Slytherin had been frustrated with the cruelty of his parents. How harshly they'd look down upon him. Constantly, every move he made was under scrutiny. The punishment for failure in his home is far from humane. However, such was the life for someone born into a rich, well-known family that was prominent in the Slytherin house. He came to the room to practice, hoping to maintain grades at the top of his house in order to appease his father. However, he was close to being put out of his position because of this spell he'd been having difficulty with.

"You're doing the motions wrong," I'd called out to him, after observing him for nearly five minutes continuously fail at transforming a book into a cat. "You're too stiff and rigid. You'd do better if you'd just flow and stay in tune with your magic. That wand you wield is very temperamental and you must connect with your magic in order to get the best results."

Instantly, he'd turned around and threatened to hex me. His unblemished pale skin flushed in the moon light and piercing grey eyes squinted at me in shock and anger. All, of course, had been the result of him being embarrassed and frustrated, but I wasn't about to point that out to him. Instead, I'd take out my own wand, raise a brow at him, and gesture to his book as I silently asked him permission to show him. Warily, he'd grant me permission and watch me with keen eyes as I'd turn the book into a cat with little to no effort.

"How did you do that?" He'd questioned me, sounding rather demanding.

I had simply laughed and mocked his tone, but with an order instead, "How about you put your wand down?"

You could tell there was hesitation as to whether or not he should comply to my wishes, but he did as I said. A look of exhaustion and defeat had softened his features. Though I knew he could be really cruel and awful to my friends, I couldn't help but be sympathetic. I already knew that, more than likely, his parents were probably extremely hard on him. My friends had even told me to be thoughtful of what I did when it came to the boy because, even though he wouldn't let it show, he cared a lot more about good things than I or anyone else cared to notice. That was the reason I'd decided to give him lessons on the subjects he struggled with and, soon, they became something to distract ourselves with.

One day, we had decided to have a duel. Both of us were extremely talented in the type of magic used to protect and attack your opponents with and the match lasted for hours. Sweat had been thick in the air. Both of us were slowly tiring of the match, but we'd vowed to never leave the room until one of us had conquered the other. Our muscles were aching and we just threw ourselves into the duel, giving it our all. The goal of this match wasn't just to disarm, but to successfully hex the person.

"Expelliarmus!"

Our screams blended into one as we'd both targeted each other. However, instead of just one of us being disarmed, we both had been disarmed. I remember both of us looking at our wands in horror as they were launched to the side of us in the same direction and then looking at each other before launching our bodies into motion in an attempt to reach our wand before the other reached theirs. I remember how my lungs and legs were screaming in protest as we collided into each other just as we were about to reach our wands. We laid on the floor together, breathless and almost ready to give in. However, both of us had the bright idea to withhold each others' wand from one another. We scrambled on the floor and succeeded: I had his wand and he had mine.

I remember how I narrowed my eyes at him as he narrowed his at me. I'd been the first to attack, picking my fallen body off of the ground and jumping on top of his. We stayed there, on the dusty ground of an abandoned classroom and wrestled each other relentlessly. However, he'd managed to switch our positions and pin me down. He looked at me, smirking without malice as he held my hands above my head and kept my legs from thrashing about. I'd laid there, heavily breathing and ready to give up as his grey eyes filled with an emotion I wasn't used to seeing from him as his pupils dilated. He slowly crept closer to my face. Our breaths had now become one and I'd become even more aware of our position, but I was too mesmerized by his eyes to care. Then, he leaned even closer and my breath hitched before he pressed his lips to mine.

I don't remember what had came over me, but all of the thoughts about our duel and all of my rationality had left my body once he'd kissed me. At first, I hadn't responded because I was so shocked and he'd pulled back, uncertain of what had just happened and what I was going to do. But, instead of me freaking out as I would have expected from myself then, I'd lifted my head up and responded with a kiss of my own. The second kiss had much more force behind it and it was the type of kiss people glorify when they talk about snogging. There is nothing extremely terrific about such a kiss. It's sloppy, forceful and breathtaking. However, it's breathtaking because of how aggressive it is- not because of how sweet and electrifying it is.

It was on that night that I shared a thousand more kisses like that second one with us pausing to take several breaks to make sense of it. However, the more we tried to make sense of it, the more we kissed. It was on that night I had officially allowed Draco Malfoy and I to become much more than friends. It was on that night where I'd allowed us to be stuck on an island somewhere between friendship and a real relationship, but we both knew it could never truly turn romantic because we belonged to two very different sides of a war brewing. So, we didn't try to make it work. We didn't try to turn a fling into true love. Instead, we turned it into something we could do to release our stress with no worries or regrets.

End of Flashback

Both of us lay in the comfort of his mattress, out of breath and satisfied enough to keep from exploding because of our problems as we lay side by side. It's usually always like this afterwards. We stay long enough to catch our breath and, if we're satisfied with the steam we blow off and no longer need each other's services, we say our goodbyes. If not, we resume our snog session. We never usually talk to each other about it. However, Draco seems to be in the mood for something different because he seems to be looking back and forth at me curiously, opening his mouth as though he's going to talk, and closing it before he does actually speak.

I sigh, knowing that eventually he'd speak. He just needed to gather up his courage because he knew how rare this occurrence was. "What is it?" I finally ask, looking at him expectantly as I shift to my side and prop myself up with my elbow.

I watch as Draco blinks, his long lashes moving slower than normal. I notice that he's surprised by my question. Still, I wait for him to respond patiently. He takes his time as though he's deciding upon whether or not he should answer my question as he slicks his light blonde locks of hair away from his face. Then, just to test my patience, he takes his time imitating my position and turns his face towards mine. Like normal, my breath catches in my throat by the intensity in his grey eyes. They're a mesmerizing color and remind me of my favorite pastime: swinging on my front porch and watching the thunderstorms as I quietly hummed a melody to myself. I break out of my daydream and raise a brow at him, still awaiting his answer.

Draco smirks, enjoying the fact that he can easily distract me, but I attempt to remain calm because I know that he enjoys being able to get a rise out of me. He pouts slightly, seeing that I won't budge and give into his game. Finally though, he rolls his eyes and speaks with that seemingly flippant voice of his, "I was just wondering what or who it was that got you riled up this time. That way I can personally thank them for the best snog session we've ever had."

It's my turn to roll my eyes. Draco tries to give off this persona, that he's cruel and lackadaisical. As if he's without a care in the world when he has no morals like his father Lucius, I still know better though. Draco cares a lot about things, but he isn't allowed to show it for fear of his own life not to mention his mother's life as well. This time though, he isn't trying to sound careless because he has to, but because he doesn't want me to know that he's worried about me and wants to know what's wrong. I can see how shocked he was to see me in my true form with how much weight I've lost. Again, I sigh. I don't want to think about it though I know I will soon have to. "Let's just say that I don't like when people don't hear me out and when another causes me to feel immense and indescribable pain."

Draco's brows furrow at my vague response and he's about to ask me another question. However, before he can speak I catch his lips with mine. We become a tangle of limbs as he allows me to selfishly use him as a distraction. I feel guilty knowing that he cares for me, but push it farther away by deepening our kiss. I can't afford to think of things like this. It will break me.

A/N: Okay! So this is definitely different from the previous story. I felt like mixing it up a bit. I'm not really sure where we are in the books of Harry Potter, but I'm thinking about just asking you guys to pretend there's an extra year of schooling at Hogwarts. So they'd have 8 instead of 7. It's definitely going to have to go on it's own plot because I have some major ideas on how to incorporate Twilight and Harry Potter together. Also, please, please review and let me know how the story is! It's what actually motivates me to keep on writing! I get super down and doubtful about a story that's not being fed by positive feedback. Oh! Something else is that vampires do not sparkle in this story! Just an FYI!

P.S. The Cullen coven and extras will be coming soon! Please review honestly and constructively.