Hey! I got a little inspiration so I wrote a little something for you! I think I'm sticking to Bella's point of view...for now. Share any ideas you have with me! Review! How did everyone like the movie? I liked it! It was WAY better then I thought it would be, but of course still not perfectly satisfactory. Of course that's impossible. Thank you to all my AWESOME reviewers! Please, PLEASE, PLEASE, review!!!! Tell me what you think! On with the story! Happy almost Thanksgiving! (for those that celebrate it)

Mikay Cullen

Disclaimer: If you think I'm Stephenie Meyer or J.K. Rowling your insane! I'm not either and never will be! Sigh.

Chapter 6- Encounter

The next morning Edward and I walked to the great hall. I felt like a load was taken off my shoulders today. But then I remembered that girl.

"What's wrong?" Edward asked, watching my smile falter.

"Nothing." I lied.

"Bella. You're not a good liar, is it the girl? Maybe we should stay in our room..."

"No." I cut him off, "we're going to the great hall." I said stubbornly. He sighed but kept walking. We opened the great halls doors. I was edgy, my eyes glanced around frantically. Your not hungry. I told myself. You went hunting again yesterday. Finally I spotted her. All I could see was her bushy brown hair, she was turned away from me. I took a deep breath, and held it. I didn't want to take the chance of catching the scent. But as we were moving quickly between two tables the girl stood up and started walking towards me.

"Edward!" I whispered, alarmed, without breathing. He pulled me behind him and started to back away quickly, trying to get me out. I made a snap decision.

"Edward, I can do this." He looked over his shoulder and evaluated me skeptically. "I can do this." I whispered again.

He stared at me for a few seconds with a concerned expression, then straightened his spine, and gave one swift nod. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, then held it. We started walking forward again, me still behind Edward.

The girl was walking towards us, her head held high and chest puffed out. She was walking with a purpose. Her nostrils flared as she came to a stop in front of Edward, I was half hidden behind his back. My eyes widened and I glared at her, hating that she was here, and hating myself for being such a monster. I can do this.

"Hello!" The girl said confidently. "I was would like an explanation for what happened yesterday." She glared at me, her arms folded across her chest. This vaguely reminded me of something, when Edward had first met me. I remembered that black eyed stare of hatred he gave me. I wanted an explanation. And I didn't let it go easily.

I glared back at the girl coldly. Why couldn't she just move and let me go on my way? Did she want to die?

"It was... a misunderstanding, we are sincerely sorry." Edward interrupted the silence. His voice was smooth as silk. Intentionally seductive this time. He added an extra hint of velvet, and looked at her with his overwhelmingly golden eyes. She looked taken aback for a few minutes, her mouth was slightly open, her eyes glazed over. Then she slowly came to her senses, snapped her mouth shut, shook her head and said, "No, there's something wrong. I want to know what your problem with me is." God she was stubborn!

"Listen...what's your name?" I asked, using up my limited supply of oxygen.

"Hermione Granger." She said sternly.

"Well Hermione, I don't hold anything against you. I was just having a bad day yesterday. No offense intended." I struggled to get the last words out. Damn. I was out of air. I would have to take a breath, or run away. I closed my eyes and inhaled. It burned like hell! Her scent seemed to lick the inside of my throat like flames, the pain could have dropped me to my knees. My mouth filled with venom, I longed to grab the girl and relieve the burning, and my thirst, but I didn't. I stood there like and idiot for 5 minutes, lost in my internal battle. The girl still stood there, stubborn, and as appetizing as ever.

"Hermione, this is really not the time or place to talk. Could we resume this another time? What can I do to satisfy you?" I winced when her scent washed my insides again. Get used to the burn. I told myself. You CAN do this.

Edward stood there, watching my every move. Waiting to drag me away if need be. I gave him a small smile and squeezed his hand I now held in reassurance.

"I don't believe that what happened was nothing. I want answers NOW if you please." Demanded Hermione. I inhaled again, it wasn't any easier.

"Okay Hermione, how about you meet me here at lunch time and I'll explain later. In private. I think your lessons start soon." She thought about it for a second then nodded and turned around to walk to her table.

"Are you okay?" Whispered Edward.

"Yes." I reassured him. He lifted one eyebrow, "really I am." I did it.

"Do you want to go to the classes? Albus doesn't appear to be here..." I glanced at the teachers table, and indeed, Albus was absent.

"Yeah let's go find a class to watch, I want to watch some wizard action!" I said with fake enthusiasm. He frowned a little bit, but didn't ask further questions as we practically ran out of the room into the hallway.

We heard a bell ring and students seemed to sprout out of the walls into the hallways. We peered into some empty class rooms, then finally found a crowded class room. I shuddered at the thought of going back to the potions class room. The tiny man we met at the Three Broomsticks was there, Professor...Flittwick? We entered along side some other students then walked up to him. We toward above him.

"Ah, Bella and Edward right?" Squeaked Flittwick.

"Yes." Edward smiled.

"We're just working on a spell to make objects move the way you want them to, observe." Flittwick pointed his wand at a teacup on his desk and made it flip in midair! I stared with my mouth slightly open.

"H-how did you DO that?" I exclaimed.

"Magic of course!" Flittwick laughed. Of course it was magic, I felt like a fool. Then I realized in a way, did me and Edward have our own types of magic?

"Well thank you, we'll observe." Edward said lightheartedly. Though I noticed he had a concerned edge, underneath the surface. We walked to one of the back tables and sat down. Around us students were pulling out wands books and...quills and ink? Out of their bags. Weren't quills a little out dated? Didn't they have pens, pencils? Oh well.

The last students filed into the room, and I knew who it was at once, my throat burned again.

Hermione, Harry who we met last night, and a tall thin boy with red hair, freckles, and a long nose, sat down at a table near the front, glancing at us with frown on their faces.

"Quiet down everyone!" Piped Flittwick, "we're continuing with yesterdays lesson. I'll come around and observe as you practice the spell on the teacup in front of you. Get to work!" Everyone started chatting instantly as they picked up their teacups. Some pointed there wands at it and muttered what seemed like nonsense words. Some teacups simply shuddered and fell still, some hovered in the air for a second then fell down with a crash. Without giving a second thought to what I was doing I stood up and walked around the havoc to the front of the room.

"No Ron! You sort of jab at it like this! Your saying it wrong! It's a long "O" now try it!" I heard Hermione say bossily. They came into view and I saw the red haired boy look up as I came closer. He met my eyes and turned red. He quickly looked down and jabbed at the cup so forcefully that it was pushed off the table. I quickly snatched it a millimeter away from the ground. I held it out to the boy.

"Uh...uh." He muttered, his mouth gaping open stupidly.

"Ron!" Hermione snapped at him, elbowing him in the ribs. He blinked forcefully, took a sharp intake of breath and said, "uh, thanks" he reached for the cup. I set it on his palm, but to my amusement he lost his grip and the cup went tumbling to the ground again. I snagged the cup again out of the air and started laughing hysterically. Ron's face and ears turned a even more vivid shade of red. "It's fine, don't worry about it." I burst out between breaths.

Ron bowed his head and looked to the right in embarrassment.

"Sorry." I apologized, my laughter dieing.

"Oh Ron." Hermione sighed. Somehow it was easier for me to be around Hermione. Well not easier, I was just getting more used to the burning, but it burned non the less.

"Hello Harry!" I greeted him happily.

"Oh, uh, hello." He replied.

"So that was a very interesting...meeting last night, wasn't it?" Edward asked Harry.

"Yes." Harry said, "anything to stop Voldemort." When he said Voldemort I noticed Ron flinched forcefully, I wondered why.

"I think Albus will let you come." Edward reassured him suddenly, "he admires you greatly, but understands you want him stopped, and your a man now." Harry seemed surprised, but happy. Hermione and Ron looked from Edward to Harry a little confused, but I assumed Harry had told them about the meeting.

Hermione waved her wand sharply at her teacup, said a spell and watched it perform perfect cartwheels in the air. She was avoiding my gaze. No one else had managed to do what Professor Flittwick had shown us, she must be the brainiac of the class. An awkward silence stretched on.

"Well, um, I guess we'll go back now." I gave Ron a little smile. Edward and I turned to go back to our table. They watched us go, but when we sat down they started conversing in whispers, unaware that we could hear perfectly.

"That girls a Veela!" Ron hissed.

"Don't be ridiculous Ron! Honestly! Must you think that all beautiful girls are Veela? Besides Proffessor Dumbledore said they were vampires, remember?" Hermione said matter of factly.

"Yeah I guess your right." Ron said embarrassed.

"Anyway Harry, do you really think Dumbledore will let you go to the fight?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"I hope so." Harry said, "I'll have to ask him won't I? You should have seen them last night. They just stood there like stone as the spells kept hitting them, no damage at all. But then Mad eye tried Crucio on them and that bloke fell down in agony. That girl, Bella, she got pretty mad. She started screaming her head off. And then they wanted to try it again and Bella...I don't know, did some kind of shield and the spell didn't work on Edward. One of the weirdest things I've seen in my life..."

"Yes, you've told us Harry. But do you think that they can kill him? Get V-Voldemort?" Hermione asked concernedly.

"It's worth a try isn't it?" Ron said, "If spells don't work on them, and she can shield, why wouldn't we win?"

"I don't know...but it almost seems too simple. After Voldemort's years of no one being able to stop him, the darkest wizard of all time, and then some foreign, never heard of vampires interfere and suddenly it's easy? And that girl the way she looked at me..." Hermione trailed off in thought.

"They are a bit iffy." Ron admitted, "but I'm sure they're fine, they just look...a little different. Do you think we could go to the fight?"

"Yeah, we're with you Harry." Hermione said loyally.

"You guys...you don't have to. This is my fight." Harry said urgently.

"Don't be ridiculous Harry, we want him stopped just as much as you do." I could practically hear her rolling her eyes in her voice.

"I don't know if I can even go." Harry muttered quickly.

"Ah well, we'll just have to see how it plays out then." Ron sighed.

Professor Flittwick came by them then to check on their progress. After that they didn't talk much more. We went back to observing the chaos around us. At the end of the class we thanked Flitwick and walked out, heading to the next class.