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List of POVs:
Bella – BPOV
Edward – EPOV
Renesmee – NPOV
Jacob – JPOV
Alice – APOV
Jasper – JasPOV
Emmet – EmPOV
Rosalie – RPOV
Harry – HPOV
Ron – RonPOV
Hermione - HerPOV
8. First Day
JasPOV
Talk about a wide range of emotions! Nerves, excitement, fear, homesickness, zeal (provided largely by Alice, of course), joy, and trepidation, all in the last twelve hours! I was incredibly relieved to find myself walking down to the Great Hall alone. Alice was too busy preparing herself for her first day to join me.
I smiled to myself when I thought of Alice. My gorgeous little pixie had already befriended all of Ravenclaw, particularly a sixth year girl named Cho Chang.
I quickened my slow human pace slightly as I descended a staircase. The hallways were empty of humans and their emotions, but, according to Alice, I only had about eight minutes before students would be heading down to breakfast. I figured I should enjoy the calm atmosphere before it was disturbed. Sure enough, I had only just sat down at the Ravenclaw table when I heard students begin to emerge from their dormitories.
The Great Hall filled up quickly and I soon had to crane my neck to try and spot Alice. I barely noticed when a girl with dark blonde hair and curious emotions sat beside me until she spoke.
"Hello," she said brightly, "My name is Luna Lovegood. I don't know your name though."
I must say I was surprised. I was rarely approached by humans, as they were too intimidated by me and my family to speak to me. But then again, this girl hardly seemed normal, I thought as I looked her over. She wore a vacant expression and her voice was dreamy. Her emotions were strange, completely different from those around her. I supposed that I would've picked her as the odd one out easily in a crowd of humans. And her clothes! I was surprised Alice hadn't given her a makeover yet, not that I knew much about fashion. Were those vegetables hanging from her ears?
It took me less than a second to assess her before I replied. "Jasper Hale."
"Alice Cullen is your girlfriend, isn't she? I met Alice last night. She is very nice to me; I'm so happy you both got put in Ravenclaw."
I didn't know what to say. It was a nice change that she wasn't trying to flirt with me like the other human females I'd met. I was saved from thinking of something to say by the little pixie herself. Alice hopped gracefully so she sat on my knee and leaned up to kiss the tip of my nose.
"Hi, Luna!" she grinned at the girl next to us. "I see you've met Jazz!"
Luna nodded. "I was just talking to him about how nice you are. You look very pretty, Alice."
Alice beamed at her. "Thankyou, Luna! Although I'm not sure about these robes. Plain black? I mean, black is okay when you've got a bit of colour, but when you don't…" She shook her head sadly.
"It does look nice with your hair," commented Luna.
"It's a bit too much, I think. What do you reckon, Jasper?" She looked up at me expectantly.
"You look beautiful," I assured her truthfully.
Luna bit into a slice of toast. "Aren't you two hungry?"
I looked at the small helping of dirt on my plate and held back a grimace. "Not really."
"Well, you should try this anyway. It's really good." Luna took another bite.
I looked down at Alice, who was holding a muffin under her nose. I watched with sympathy as she tore off a mouthful with her teeth and ate it.
I picked up a piece of toast with disgust and forced myself to put it in my mouth. I tried not to groan out loud as the dirt slid down my throat thickly, making me want to be sick. Did I really have to keep up the human act and eat the dirt they called food for a whole year?
Timetables were handed out and I was pleased to find that Alice's was identical to mine.
I choked down a couple more bites before standing up and pulling Alice with me. "We should get going," I told her, "We don't want to be late for our first lesson."
"Let's go then," Alice agreed brightly, "See ya, Luna!"
"Goodbye, Alice. It was nice to meet you, Jasper Hale."
"Um, yeah. You too," I replied awkwardly. Alice was already skipping down the hall cheerfully, and I jogged, at a human pace, after her.
Our first class was Charms, which we had with a group of first-years. Alice, being as small as she was, blended in well with the younger students, but I stood tall among them, and I was suddenly surrounded with fearful emotions.
The teacher, Professor Flitwick, began the lesson by reciting our names from the roster before explaining what Charms is about. He placed a feather in front of each of us and instructed us to make it levitate.
"This is one of the simplest, most basic spells you'll come across," he explained, "Small objects such as these feathers are easiest. The incantation you need to know is Wingardium Leviosa!"
He pointed his wand at one of the feathers to demonstrate and was rewarded with a few claps and awed gasps. "Now you try."
The classroom was filled with nervous mutters of "Wingardium Leviosa," mostly to no effect.
Alice giggled and tapped my elbow. "Look at that boy at the front!"
I looked over to see where she was pointing in time to see the boy's feather explode in his face, singeing his eyebrows. I laughed quietly at the shock that filled the room.
Alice suddenly beamed at me. "Great job, Jazz! You got it first try!"
"And here I was hoping to be surprised," I sighed.
"That's what you get for marrying me!"
I pointed my wand at the feather before us. "Wingardium Leviosa!"
The feather rose up to hover in front of my face and everyone applauded. Alice threw her arms around me and kissed my cheek proudly. "I told you!"
"Excellent work, Mr Hale!" squeaked tiny Professor Flitwick, "Five points to Ravenclaw!"
"Thankyou, sir," I replied, nodding my head.
Alice did even better than me, her feather floating on the ceiling. She earned Ravenclaw another five points.
By the end of the lesson, only half a dozen other students had successfully made their feathers levitate. Flitwick congratulated them all and we were dismissed.
"That was so much fun!" squealed Alice, dancing out of the classroom. We sped up to the Divination tower, where we met Edward and Bella.
"How was History of Magic?" Alice asked. As if she didn't already know!
"It was certainly very interesting," replied Edward.
Bella stared at him in disbelief. "Interesting? Seriously, Edward, if I was human, I would've fallen asleep!"
Alice laughed. "Don't worry, Bella. Divination will be fun!"
"How do we get into the classroom?" I asked her, looking around.
Alice pointed up just as a trapdoor in the ceiling swung open and a rope ladder fell from it. Alice climbed up first, and I followed her. I was immediately overwhelmed by the perfumes in the air. I could barely find the human scents through the layers of florally incense and oils.
"Come on!" Alice pulled me to a table circled by four armchairs and we sat with Edward and Bella.
Bella was looking around curiously. "This is different," she commented, "Where's the teacher?"
"In the corner," Alice answered, "She'll come out in two minutes. She's trying to seem mysterious." She rolled her eyes.
Sure enough, two minutes later, a quiet, ominous voice said, "Welcome, children, to Divination," and a woman covered in beads and shawls walked slowly to the centre of the room. "My name is Professor Trelawney."
Bella stuffed her fist into her mouth to stop herself laughing and I chuckled quietly at the stereotype. Even Edward was quite amused.
"Maybe you should dress like that, Alice," he teased, "What kind of a psychic are you?"
Alice looked offended and Bella giggled harder. I calmed Bella down enough so she could take her fist out of her mouth, and returned my attention to Professor Trelawney.
"Which of you here believe you have the gift of Sight?" she asked. Alice's hand shot up, as did a couple of third-year girls'.
Trelawney surveyed them through oversized glasses. "You can predict future events?"
The girls nodded shyly and Alice said, "Yep!"
"May I have an example?"
"Um, well, I had a dream once," began one of the girls, "that the Tornadoes would win the Quidditch cup one year and they did."
"Thankyou. That is a good example, my dear." She turned to the second girl. "And you?"
"Well, I had a vision where my friend made it onto the Gobstones team this week. It hasn't happened yet, but it will."
"Excellent!" exclaimed Trelawney. "Many Seers have visions such as these and they always come to pass. You see, children, once a prediction is made, nothing can stop the events from unfolding. Often, the path one takes to prevent future events can be the cause of them occurring."
"That's not true!" cried Alice.
Trelawney looked at her. "I beg your pardon, my dear?"
"The future isn't set in stone," Alice explained, "it's subjective, based on the decisions someone makes. That girl's friend might not make it on the Gobstones team. If they change their mind about trying out, or if someone better suddenly decides to try out for it. The future changes all the time!"
Trelawney stared. "What is your name, dear?"
"Alice Cullen. Although you should've known that."
Trelawney went slightly pink. "And you believe you can see the future?"
"I know I can."
"Well, Miss Cullen, may you predict something for me?"
"Sure," Alice grinned and her eyes went blank for a few seconds.
Bella giggled again. "I see a makeover coming your way," she murmured in an ominous voice.
Alice's eyes refocused and she looked utterly delighted. "There's going to be a thunderstorm tonight!" she announced.
I exchanged eager looks with Edward and Bella. A thunderstorm! The perfect weather for vampire baseball! Excellent!
"Oh," added Alice, "And I wouldn't have that chicken for lunch if I were you. It's going to be undercooked and you'll get food poisoning." She grinned. "That's better."
Trelawney frowned, annoyance coming off her in waved. "Very good, dear."
"She doesn't like being upstaged," whispered Edward, and Alice glared at her.
The rest of the lesson was uneventful and then it was time for lunch. The four of us spent the break outside in the courtyard where we met Emmett, Rose, Renesmee, and Jacob.
"Baseball tonight," I told them, and their reactions were predictable. Excitement flowed off Renesmee, Jacob, and Rosalie, and Emmett was positively delighted.
"When? Where?" he demanded.
"After dinner tonight," replied Alice, "Where, I don't know." She looked around at us for ideas, but only received seven shrugs in reply.
Harry, Ron and Hermione walked into the courtyard at that moment and Alice danced over to them, the rest of the family following.
"Hi guys!" she chirped.
"Oh, hello Alice," replied Hermione with a smile, "hello, everyone! How's your first day going?"
"It's going great! Can you guys please tell us what the biggest open space in Hogwarts is?"
The humans weren't expecting this question and I felt their surprise.
Hermione blinked. "Um, well there's the front of Hogwarts down to the forest, or by the lake."
Alice shook her head. "No good. People will see us out the windows."
"What about the Quidditch pitch?" suggested Harry, "It's huge."
Alice paused to search the future, then grinned. "Perfect! Good thinking, Harry!"
"Um, why do you want to know?" asked Hermione.
It was Emmett who answered. "We need somewhere to play baseball."
"What's baseball?" asked Ron, and we stared at him in disbelief.
"Honestly, Ron!" Hermione rolled her eyes in a way that reminded me of Rosalie. "Baseball is a Muggle sport, as popular in America as Quidditch."
"Cool," he said, though he didn't sound interested.
"I didn't know that vampires played baseball," commented Hermione.
"Hell yeah, we do!" shouted Emmet, causing everyone in the courtyard to stare at him. "Don't wizards?" he asked, quieter.
"I played once, years ago at a Muggle school," answered Harry.
"Can we play with you?" asked Hermione eagerly.
"You two can watch," Alice allowed, looking at her and Ron.
"What about me?" asked Harry.
"You'll be in detention."
"Huh? No I won't!"
"Well, not yet," said Alice, "but in Defence Against the Dark Arts."
"What did I do?" he demanded.
"You will lose your temper with Professor Umbridge, no thanks to Jazzy!"
"Hey!" I exclaimed, but she just shrugged.
"Oh!" she cried suddenly, her face lighting up, "Cho Chang's coming to talk to you, Harry!"
Harry blushed a little, making Emmett and I boom with laughter.
"We'll give you some privacy," said Edward, steering Bella away and glaring at the rest of us til we followed."
After lunch, we had Muggle Studies, where we told Carlisle and Esme about baseball.
"Oh, that's wonderful!" said Esme, "And Ron and Hermione are going to watch! That was very nice of you to invite them!"
That's what I love most about Esme. She treats us all like her own children.
The classroom quickly filled up and Carlisle told us to sit down.
"Hello, everyone," began Esme, smiling at her class, "my name is Professor Cullen and I will be teaches Muggles Studies this year. This is Doctor Cullen and he will be helping me."
There was a soft tap on the door and a sixth year student poked his head in.
"Yes, dear?" asked Esme.
"Um, I'm supposed to find Doctor Cullen. Madam Pomfrey needs his help in the hospital wing."
"Of course!" Carlisle smiled and followed the student out of the classroom, closing the door gently behind him.
Everyone's attention returned to Esme who continued speaking. "This year in Muggle Studies we will be looking at differences between Muggle and wizard activities, starting with sports."
She paused to wink at me and Alice. I grinned back.
"So, in the wizarding world the main sport is Quidditch. Who can name a Muggle sport?"
A couple of hands shot up, including mine and Alice's.
Esme nodded at a blonde girl. "Hannah?"
"I've heard of one…I think it's called tennis?"
"That's right!" Esme wrote 'tennis' on the blackboard. "Well done, dear. Five points to Hufflepuff! Who else has one? Dean?"
"Football," the boy replied at once.
"Very good. Also known as soccer in other parts of the world. Five points to Gryffindor! Jasper?"
"Baseball!" I practically yelled.
Esme smiled and wrote it on the board. "Five points to Ravenclaw. Alice, dear?"
"Shopping!" she squealed, and a few people giggled.
"Alice, I know you love your shopping, but it isn't really a sport."
Alice pouted. "Yeah, but Jazz said mine already!"
Another wave of amusement rippled through the class.
"I'm sorry, dear," apologised Esme, "Can you think of anything else?"
We left the classroom at the end of the lesson with homework that I knew sweet Esme loathed giving us, and made our way to Defence Against the Dark Arts. We shared the class with the rest of our family, as well as Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
Professor Umbridge entered the classroom and Alice winced. I felt her horror at the fluffy pink cardigan.
"Good afternoon!" she exclaimed to her class. A couple of people replied, and Umbridge was disappointed. "Good afternoon, class!" she said again.
"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge!" replied everyone obediently. Alice and Emmett were the only ones who said it brightly, and Emmett even added a salute.
Umbridge was satisfied. "Wands away, please!"
I could feel the class' disappointment as I pulled out my old-fashioned feather quill, bottle of ink, and parchment.
Umbridge gave us a short lecture on our 'course aims' and told us to read the first chapter "Defensive Magical Theory."
It took me thirty seconds to read and memorise the whole chapter, so I looked around, boredom coming at me from all directions. Boredom. Boredom. Boredom. Determination? Surprise? Curiosity? I lifted my head to see where these emotions were coming from.
The surprise and curiosity came from the Harry Potter kid, who was staring questioningly at the bushy-haired human girl, Hermione, her hand raised straight in the air. Umbridge felt slightly irritated, but otherwise ignored her.
"What's she doing?" I asked Alice in a whisper.
"You'll see in a minute," she whispered back.
I felt the class' curiosity rise as more and more people noticed the persistent girl. It was a few minutes before Umbridge finally addressed her.
"Did you want to ask something about the chapter, dear?" she asked innocently, but I knew she was annoyed.
"Not about the chapter, no," replied the girl politely.
"Well, we're reading just now." The woman smiled, revealing particularly pointy teeth, for a human. "If you have any other queries we can deal with them at the end of class." She was pleased with herself, but Hermione was still determined.
"I've got a query about your course aims."
Umbridge was both surprised and annoyed. "And your name is?"
"Hermione Granger."
"Well, Miss Granger," began Umbridge sweetly, "I think the course aims are perfectly clear if you read them through carefully."
"Well I don't. You haven't said anything about using defensive spells."
Alice giggled quietly. "Watch what happens next!"
"Using defensive spells?" Umbridge laughed nervously. "Why, I can't imagine any situation arising in my classroom that would require you to use a defensive spell, Miss Granger. You surely aren't expecting to be attacked during class?"
"We're not going to use magic?" interrupted the boy with red hair.
"Students raise their hands when they wish to speak in my class, Mr..?"
"Weasley," said the boy, raising his hand.
Feeling satisfied, Umbridge turned away, only to be confronted by three more raised hands. She nodded at Jacob. "Your name?"
"Jacob Cullen, and I can think of a situation. Say a whole lot of bloodsucking vampires showed up and started killing everyone?"
Almost everyone in the class started laughing, including said bloodsucking vampires. Umbridge, on the other hand, was not amused.
"Well, Mr Cullen, that situation would be worth considering were it even faintly realistic. As it happens, the Ministry of Magic is monitoring the vampire movement and I can assure you that Hogwarts is safe from that particular…species."
"They aren't doing a very good job of that," I muttered to Alice and she smiled up at me.
Hermione had her hand raised again, as did Harry. Ignoring Harry, Umbridge turned back to Hermione.
"Yes, Miss Granger? You wanted to ask something else?"
"Yes. Surely the whole point of Defence Against the Dark Arts is to practise defensive spells?"
Umbridge's irritation was growing rapidly, but when she spoke again her voice was as sweet as ever. "Are you a Ministry-trained educational expert, Miss Granger?"
"No, but-"
"Well then, I'm afraid you are not qualified to decide what the 'whole point' of any class is. Wizards much older and cleverer than you…" I had to chuckle at that "…have devised our new programme of study. You will be learning about defence in a secure, risk-free way-"
"What use is that?" interrupted Harry, "If we're going to be attacked, it won't be in a…"
"Hand, Mr Potter!"
This Umbridge woman was starting to get on my nerves. I raised my hand, as did several others.
"And your name is?" she asked one boy.
"Dean Thomas."
"Well, Mr Thomas?"
"Well, it's like Harry said, isn't it? If we're going to be attacked, it won't be risk-free."
"I repeat, do you expect to be attacked during my classes?"
"Well, like Jacob said, the situation is possible."
"Possible, yes, but the chances are miniscule!"
I used my power to influence Umbridge to let me speak. "Your name?"
"Jasper Hale, ma'am," I answered politely.
"Yes, Mr Hale?"
"You talk about learning defence in a risk-free situation, but survival is all about taking risks," I said, quoting what I had learnt in the army and from my time with Maria.
Umbridge had nothing to say to this. "I do not wish to criticise the way things have been run in this school," she began, but her emotions told me otherwise, "but you have been exposed to some very irresponsible wizards in this class, very irresponsible indeed – not to mention extremely dangerous half-breeds."
I felt her disgust and hatred when she mentioned half-breeds, and my thoughts went immediately to Nessie and Jacob. Judging by the fury coming from my family, I could tell they were thinking the same. Jacob had positioned himself awkwardly so he was between Renesmee and Umbridge. Edward's fists were clenched and his eyes black. Bella's eyes were flickering from Jacob and Nessie to Umbridge, emanating a mixture of concern and anger. Rosalie was absolutely livid, her face twisted into a snarl. Emmett had accidentally taken a small chunk out of his desk. And me? I was using all my strength restraining myself from funning up to Umbridge and snapping her neck in a fraction of a second. The instinct to protect my family had kicked in and targeted this woman as a threat. I was pulled out of it by a small hand on my elbow.
"Don't worry, Jasper," soothed Alice, "She's just a human. She can't hurt them."
"I know," I murmured, "I'm okay."
"Then why do I still see you killing Umbridge?" she asked, smiling slightly. I smiled back and she patted my arm. "That's better."
Now that I was in control of myself, I managed to calm the others down just enough. It was only then that I realised Umbridge was still arguing with her class.
"I repeat, as long as you've studied the theory hard enough," she was saying, but was interrupted once again by Harry.
"And what good's theory going to be in the real world?"
Umbridge was beyond irritated now. I also detected a trace of fear amidst the anger. "This is school, Mr Potter," she murmured, "not the real world."
"So we're not supposed to be prepared for what's waiting for us out there?"
"There is nothing waiting out there, Mr Potter," Umbridge insisted.
"Oh yeah?" Harry was suddenly furious, and his temper was still rising.
"Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourselves?"
My family cringed at being called children, but Harry was already speaking again. "Hmm, let's think…Maybe…Lord Voldemort?"
I instinctively flinched away from the amount of shock and fear at the sound of the name. Was this guy seriously that evil? Umbridge, on the other hand, was pleased with herself.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr Potter."
I was sure even the humans could feel the tension coming off Umbridge and Harry.
"Now, let me make a few things quite plain." Umbridge spoke calmly, leaning her weight on the desk. "You have been told that a certain Dark wizard has returned from the dead…"
"He wasn't dead!" Harry was so angry that I was trying not to shout at Umbridge myself. "But yeah, he's returned!"
Umbridge told him off loudly and resumed speaking to the class. "As I was saying, you have been informed that a certain Dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie!"
"It is not a lie!" retorted Harry, "I saw him, I fought him!"
I had to grip my desk, denting it in the process, to keep myself in my seat.
"Detention, Mr Potter!" cried Umbridge, "Tonight. Five o'clock. My office. I repeat, this is a lie."
She continued speaking, but I barely noticed. Beside me, Alice was murmuring to me softly.
"He's so angry!" I said, "It's too much!"
"You'll be okay, Jazz!"
At that moment, Harry rose from his seat. "So, according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord, did he?" he demanded.
The emotions were overwhelming. Grief, fear and anger mixed with curiosity and fascination. I began to send out waves of calm, focusing mainly on Harry and Umbridge.
"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident," she replied.
"It was murder." Harry wasn't quite so angry now, but his voice was as cold as ever. "Voldemort killed him and you know it."
Judging by Umbridge's fury, he had finally crossed the line. I calmed her down before she started screaming at him, but I must've hit her with a bit much, for she spoke sweetly. "Come here, Mr Potter, dear."
Harry stormed up to her desk where he was given a letter to take to Professor McGonagall. He slammed the door shut behind him, and the loud bang echoed into silence.
Umbridge smiled sweetly at her class. "Please resume your reading. Page five, chapter one; Basics for Beginners."