Hello! Sorry it took so long! I'm moving and I haven't had Internet access! So this is a shorter chapter. But I already have half of the other written. I Promise that one will be longer! They meet Harry, Ron, and Hermione in a very different way. They'll be much more involved in the next chapter! Please, PLEASE REVIEW! Please?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight. Sigh...how sad.

Chapter 3: Singer

We walked humanly fast through the hallways. It was all stone with candles lit here and there. It was extremely dreary. The Cullen's home (which was home to eight vampires including Edward and I) was much more bright and inviting.

"So there's potions, Defense against the Dark Arts…that's where they teach dark magic, right?"

"I believe so. I don't think it's really dark though. They seem very against Dark magic..." Edward replied. I nodded in agreement.

"And there's a magical plant class?"

"Herbology."

"Fine, Herbology." I rolled my eyes.

"And Transfiguration, what's that?" I asked.

"I think it's where the students are taught to turn things into something else." Usually, being a vampire and having much more room in my mind than a human, I could remember everything. But today I was taking in a considerable amount of information.

"Do you want to go to the potions class?" Edward asked, hiding excitement.

"Sure, we have more than enough time to see everything." We stopped to evaluate where we were. We had been moving absentmindedly as we were deciding where to go.

"I believe," Edward said sniffing the air, "that the potions class is this way." He pointed to the right corridor. "He said it was in the dungeons. I smell an underground scent."

"Right." I said turning with him. The hallways were empty, so I started running. The feel of the wind in my face was always exhilarating, calming my nerves. Edward ran along side me easily, smiling hugely He was at home when he ran, and seemed more so with me. We were speeding down stone steps. We passed two wooden doors, then doubled back to check if either were the entrance to the potions class. The first we looked in was a large room full of students standing in front of their black and grey cauldrons. Steam rose from the tops weakly as they bustled around adding ingredients.

"Don't forget to stir the exact amount of times in a triangular shape, after it turns a yellow color. Or the results will be quite nasty. Horrible smell. Well get going!" A very round man with long green robes, a completely bald head, and a rather large mustache stood in front of the class. He had just finished instructing them in a cheery voice.

He saw us enter and stared blankly at me before he blinked and waddled forward.

"Ho ho! And who do we have here? Come to observe the class?"

"Yes." Edward said, looking a little uncomfortable. Probably the man's thoughts.

"What are your names again?"

"I'm Edward and this is Bella." He said wrapping his arms around me. All the students stared. If I could blush I would have. One boy with a round face knocked his cauldron over, spilling the greenish contents. A girl with bushy brown hair bent down and waved her wand at the mess, it vanished.

"My name is Horace Slughorn. Nice to meet you!" I smiled and nodded politely. He turned slightly pink.

"What brings you here?"

"Well we ran into Albus last night. And we were interested in learning about your kind."

"So you're not a witch and wizard then? Had a hunch you weren't. Wearing muggle clothes. You can't be muggles…"

"We're vampires." Edward said cautiously. A few students gasped and whispered frantically.

"Vampires Eh? I've never seen vampires like you. But I have met one by the name of Sanguini. I know someone that gets along with your kind."

"I know what you're thinking. Why would he let us into the school? Well we mean no harm. We don't drink human blood. We live off animals. And your vampires are really wizards. Not real." Horace looked taken back. Edward probably answered his exact thoughts.

"Not real? That's a disappointment if it's true. Humph." He looked like he was realizing a brilliant plan.

"How would you like to do an interview? My friend that gets along with our vampires. I'm sure he would be very interested. Maybe get your story out to the Wizarding world. Let them know what real vampires are like." Horace looked like he was planning everything already.

"I was thinking of inviting him to a Christmas party I throw for the Slug Club, a group of my best students. You could meet him there and…"

His words faded into the distance. My body tensed into a crouching position. My senses were overwhelmed with the sweetest blood I had ever smelled. I have to get it. I thought turning toward the aroma. There was the girl with the bushy brown hair walking towards us. Her hair waved slightly sending an unbearably appetizing scent my way. She wasn't a girl any more, she was prey. My throat burned ferociously like an untamed monster. Snarls ripped through my mouth, my lips curled above my teeth. The girl was wearing an expression of pure terror as she dropped a glass vile, it shattered on the floor. Edward's arms grabbed my shoulders, trying to force me back. I turned to attack my competition.

Then I saw his beautiful face full of shock and concern. A little voice in the back of my head said, hold your breath and run. But the rest of my being was pulled toward the sweet blood.

"Bella." He whispered. I stood there torn between right and wrong. No! I can't do this I'm a Cullen! I do not KILL. In my head I was going through all the possible ways of killing the girl. I could twist her neck, but no that was too messy. Just grab her and sink my teeth into her. That was the most tempting option. I could follow her after class maybe; everyone didn't have to be a part of it . But would I be willing to wait? I didn't want to. No! The little voice said. I wanted to scream at it, to make it go away. I took one step forward, towards the girl. Her heart beat frantically, pumping her blood…

A thought came to my head, Edward. I couldn't do this. He was so proud of me when I was a newborn, when I resisted human blood from the start. This was different, But I would never forgive myself if I took a life. I made my choice, though it pained me.

I stopped breathing and in an instant I was leaping through the corridors, heading to the castles exit. Edward followed. I tore through the great wooden doors and ran across the grounds, my feet hardly touching the snow. I entered the forest and ran deeper into it, where there was no snow, just dirt. I finally stopped and sat leaning against a tree, my arms wrapped around my knees. I dared to take a breath, relieved to smell nothing but the surrounding forest. But I still remembered the delicious scent. My throat roared angrily.

I had found my singer.

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