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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

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9. Baseball on the Quidditch Pitch

RPOV

"Hurry up, Rosie!" shouted Emmett, jumping up and down like a little kid, "Alice said six-thirty!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!"

I'd barely taken two steps towards the common room door when the Draco boy stopped me. "Where are you going?" he drawled, "I could keep you company."

I held back a growl. The boy was really starting to piss me off. Would he ever leave me alone? Luckily, I'd learnt enough about the Slytherins to get rid of him.

"I'm going with Emmett to play baseball, a Muggle sport, with my family, including a couple of Gryffindors. Oh, and I think that red-haired boy and the Hermione girl are going to be there."

I smiled pleasantly and followed Emmett out of the common room. Behind me, I heard Draco grumbling to his friends.

"Someone who looks like that shouldn't be hanging around those people! Filthy Mudbloods are a bad influence if you ask me…"

Emmett draped his arm around my shoulders and growled.

"Let's just go," I muttered, and we went to meet our family.

JPOV

I hated playing baseball with the Cullens! I'm so much slower in my human form, and it's not easy playing as a giant wolf, due to a lack of opposable thumbs.

Renesmee reached up to place her hand on my cheek. What's wrong?

"Nothing," I replied, smiling down at her. She was so beautiful! Even more perfect than her vampire family's inhuman beauty. She studied my with those amazing chocolate brown eyes she had inherited from her mother, and I knew it was pointless lying to her.

"Are you sure you want to go?"

"What matters is that you want to go, and I'm not going to ruin that for you," I told her.

"I know you don't like playing, Jake. You're too sweet for your own good!" She took my hand gently. "You don't have to play with us. You could always watch. Help Esme umpire, or keep Ron and Hermione company. It would even up the teams, too."

I pulled Renesmee's warm hand to my face and kissed it. "Have I ever mentioned just how incredible you are?"

She laughed. "Once or twice," she replied, "Come on. Let's go!"

APOV

While we waited for the others to turn up, I raced Jasper around the Quidditch pitch, giggling. I knew he'd had a hard day, so I concentrated on having fun, so he could absorb my happy emotions. And baseball was the perfect way of doing that!

Everything had just disappeared, so it was clear that Jacob and Nessie were on their way. I ran over to where the gear was and Jasper and I threw the ball back and forth. Of course he and Emmett had made sure to bring the baseball bat and ball whilst packing for Hogwarts! They, especially, loved their baseball; more so than anyone else in the family.

I was suddenly pulled into a vision of the Gryffindor common room and came out of it in horror.

"Oh, Bella!" I moaned. Hadn't I taught her anything? "What are you wearing?"

RonPOV

I don't know why Hermione is so eager to watch a Muggle sport. It can't be anywhere near as good as Quidditch!

"Explain it to me again," I told her, as we walked to the common room after dinner.

Hermione sighed in exasperation. "I've already explained it a dozen times! Basically, the batter has a bat, sort of like the Beaters in Quidditch, and the pitcher throws the ball for them to hit. Then the batter has to run around the field, touching the bases as they go. Meanwhile, the fielders try to catch the ball and touch it back to the starting base before the batter gets back."

"Right," I said slowly. It sounded pretty boring to me. "And how is that better than Quidditch?"

She just rolled her eyes.

We entered the common room to find Bella and Edward already waiting for us, dressed casually in Muggle clothes and looking as amazing as ever.

"Hey guys!" smiled Bella, who had her arm around Edward's waist, "Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah!" Hermione nodded eagerly.

"Well before we go, you should put on a cloak or something. Alice said it won't rain, but you'll get cold."

I ran upstairs and rummaged through my suitcase for my thick cloak, before running back down. Edward threw me and Hermione Muggle hats with the letter 'C' embellished on them. I saw that he and Bella were both wearing hats the same.

"'C' for Cullen?" asked Hermione.

Bella grinned and nodded. 'That's right! Welcome to Team Cullen! Let's go!"

We walked down to the Quidditch pitch, Edward and Bella holding hands while Hermione and I trailed after them shyly.

Alice immediately stormed up to Bella and started lecturing her on her choice of outfit. Bella just sighed theatrically and winked at us. I didn't get it. With her cream jumper and navy tights, I thought she looked amazing. It must be a girl thing.

I noticed Edward staring at me with an amused expression on his face. Oh. Right.

Get out of my head, vampire! I mentally shouted and he chuckled. I looked away, annoyed, and saw Professor Cullen walking over to us with a kind smile on her lips.

"Alice, honey, please leave Bella alone. She looks lovely. Why don't you go and help Emmett mark the bases?" she suggested.

"Okay!" said Alice brightly. She was at the other end of the pitch with her brother two seconds later.

"Thanks, Esme," grinned Bella in relief.

Professor Cullen laughed, imitating bells chiming. "No problem, Bella. You and Edward can go and start playing. I'll take Ron and Hermione to the side."

Edward took hold of Bella's hand and they ran gracefully to everyone else. Professor Cullen smiled at us. "You two can watch with me."

"You aren't playing?" I asked.

"No," she replied, "I prefer to umpire. I think Jacob's going to join us. He doesn't enjoy playing as much as the rest of my family."

She led us to the edge of the pitch, just below the stands. Jacob kissed Renesmee's forehead before running over to us and sprawling on the grassy ground.

"They're playing boys versus girls," he informed us, grinning, "You two just wait! You've never seen anything like it!"

"I advise you to sharpen your eyes," suggested Professor Cullen, "Watch carefully. It can be difficult for humans to see what's going on."

"Thanks, Professor," replied Hermione, leaning forward eagerly.

"Please call me Esme," she smiled, "I'm your friend right now, not your teacher."

"Are you guys ready?" Alice called across the pitch. A second later, the air cracked with thunder. Edward grinned widely and picked up the bat, slightly smaller than the ones used in Quidditch. He held it easily over his shoulder, his eyes staying on Alice who had the ball.

A flash of lightning lit the sky just as Alice threw the ball forward in a blur of movement. Edward swung the bat and smashed it into the ball. The resulting sound of the two objects colliding was like another crack of thunder that echoed over our heads.

I felt my mouth drop over involuntarily, and I looked next to me to see Hermione's reaction. She was watching the ball soar through the sky with an awed expression.

"This is very different to how I remember it," she commented blankly.

I looked back at the game. Edward was running, like Hermione said, so all I could see of him was a black streak. Meanwhile, the girls were positioning themselves to catch the ball, which was now hurtling toward the ground. Edward was almost back to where he started. I saw Renesmee run a couple of steps before crouching down to spring. She leapt higher than any human could've and caught the ball in midair. Edward reached what Hermione called 'home base' in the same second. The two of them looked at Professor Cullen expectantly.

"Out!" she declared, her voice ringing clear across the pitch. The girls congratulated Renesmee on her catch while the boys grinned to hide their disappointment.

Beside me, Jacob jumped to his feet with a whoop. "Yeah! Go Ness!"

Edward passed Emmett the bat and before I even registered what was happening, there was another loud crash and Emmett was running. I looked around to try and spot the ball, only to see it fly through one of the Quidditch goalposts. Bella flung herself onto the post and began climbing up it agilely. When she was about halfway up, she let go with one hand and swung around to catch the ball. Holding it high, she dropped to the ground, landing lightly in a crouch, and looked over to see Emmett reach home base.

"Out!" called Professor Cullen.

Bella grinned cheekily. "Bad luck, Em!" she teased.

The game went on this way for a couple of hours, and I actually found myself enjoying it. I never thought it would happen, but Quidditch had met its match.

"I wish I could play like that!" I thought aloud.

Jacob growled like a dog might and looked at me. "Are you sure about that?"

"What?" I asked. He'd lost me. Hermione frowned.

"He means that to play like them, you need to become like them," she explained, her eyes hinting at her meaning.

"Ohh!" I said slowly, understanding, "Good point."

There was another crash of thunder and little Alice Cullen ran over to us.

"That was the last of the thunder," she told us, "We'll finish the game next week."

Renesmee skipped up to Jacob and kissed him on the cheek.

"Did you have fun?" he asked her, smiling, and she placed her hand on his cheek.

Alice grinned at us. "What did you think?"

"It was amazing!" Hermione exclaimed, "I've never seen anything like it!"

I yawned widely and Professor Cullen looked at me in concern. "Oh! I forgot we've kept you up! You must be so tired!"

"Just a little," I admitted. I hadn't realised how late it was.

"Edward and Bella can take you to your common room," said Alice, "You're going to run into Severus Snape and he'll give you both detentions if they aren't with you."

"Thanks!"

Alice beamed at Hermione. "You're welcome. Edward! Get your butt over here so Ron and Hermione can go to bed!"

She spoke in a normal tone even though they were at the other end of the pitch, but before I could blink, Edward and Bella were standing next to her, laughing.

"Patience, Alice!" Edward teased. She stuck out her tongue in reply.

"Did you two enjoy watching us?" asked Bella.

"Yeah," I replied, "it was great!"

"Better than Quidditch?" asked Edward.

"I think it was, actually," I admitted.

Edward grinned. "Emmett, you owe Jasper twenty bucks!" he called over his shoulder. Alice and Bella laughed.

"They remind me of your brothers," Hermione muttered to me. I groaned. Two was enough!

Edward chuckled. "Relax, Ron. Alice and Rose will keep an eye on them. Are you two ready to go?"

We nodded in unison.

"Well, in that case, we should get going. Goodnight, Esme!"

Professor Cullen hugged both Edward and Bella goodnight.

"Goodnight, Edward. 'Night Bella," said Alice.

"'Night, guys," nodded Jacob.

Edward and Bella turned to Renesmee. Edward kissed her forehead while Bella folded her in a hug. "Goodnight, baby!"

"Sleep well, Nessie!"

"Thanks, Mama. Goodnight, Daddy," replied Renesmee, rolling her eyes at the affection.

Bella stepped back to look at Jacob. "Take care of her. See you in the morning!"

She took Edward's hand in hers and we followed them back to the castle.

"That was amazing!" said Hermione again earnestly.

A smile graced Bella's perfect face. "Thankyou, Hermione. I am very interested in seeing this Quidditch of your now."

"You should try out for the team," I suggested.

Edward grinned crookedly. "I don't think so. We'd have a bit of an advantage over everyone else."

"How so?" asked Hermione, confused.

"For one, I read minds, so I would know the intentions of the other team. The bludgers would break into a million pieces in they hit us, and how would we explain that? If we hit the bludgers, it would probably kill any human they might hit. We have incredible eyesight and reflexes, so that rules out Seeker. Besides," he added with a grin, "I would like to see you get on the team. Alice says you have a fair chance."

I felt myself turn red. I hadn't told anyone about my idea yet, not even Harry or Hermione. I glanced at Hermione, making sure she wasn't laughing. On the contrary, she was beaming.

"That's a brilliant idea, Ron!"

"Don't tell Fred or George," I mumbled under my breath. Bella and Edward laughed.

We turned the corner into a dark corridor lit by flaming torches. Just our luck; Snape was striding towards us.

"Weasley! Granger! What are you doing out of bed so late?" he demanded.

Edward stepped into the corridor behind me. "They were with us, playing a game of baseball. They had my parents' permission."

Snape's lips twisted into a smirk. "That is no excuse! No student is to be out of bed after hours, no exceptions! That goes for you two also, Masen and Swan!"

Bella grimaced. "If you don't mind, Severus, please give up the pretences when it's just us. Technically, we aren't students here and you have no authority over Edward or myself."

It was so strange seeing a teenage girl speaking to Snape this way! She actually called him by his first name!

Edward chuckled and Snape's eyes shot to him. "What is so funny, Mr Cullen?"

"Just something Ron was thinking," he replied, still laughing.

Hermione looked at me curiously.

"Very amusing," murmured Snape, not sounding the least bit amused.

"Well, if you excuse us, Severus," smiled Edward, "Bella and I are escorting Ron and Hermione to their dormitories."

"Of course," replied Snape coldly, his dark eyes narrowing as he stepped aside to let us pass.

Edward and Bella glided forward confidently, while Hermione and I kept our heads down. I was sure Snape watched us until we turned the corner, out of sight. Edward glanced at me and nodded.

We found Harry sitting in front of the fire in the common room when we climbed through the portrait hole, textbook open in front of him. He looked up from his essay when we entered. Crap! I'd forgotten about all the homework we had!

"Don't worry, Ron," said Edward, "Bella and I will tutor you if you need."

I turned red. "Thanks," I mumbled.

"How was it?" asked Harry, setting his books aside as we collapsed in the other chairs.

Before I could begin ranting about how cool it was, Hermione said, "It wasn't too bad. What was your detention like?"

He subconsciously moved his right hand out of sight before he answered. "Oh, it was okay, you know."

Edward had tensed up in his armchair, and I heard an animal-like growl rumble in his throat. Bella looked down at him (she was currently perched on his lap) in concern, but Hermione ignored him.

"What did she make you do?" she pressed.

Harry hesitated for a moment. "Lines," he replied.

"Well that doesn't sound too bad."

This time, Edward actually did growl. "Let me see!" he said, reaching his arm out, palm up.

Harry sighed and offered the vampire his right hand. Bella gasped.

"What did she do to you?" she asked, sounding horrified.

I frowned. I didn't see anything wrong with his hand. It was a little pink, maybe, as though he'd been scratching an itch, but other than that it looked fine.

"To your human eyes, maybe," growled Edward, "We can see more clearly than you three."

"That's just horrible!" cried Bella.

"It's fine!" snapped Harry, snatching his hand away.

"Could someone please explain to me and Hermione what's wrong?" I asked exasperated.

All eyes shot to Harry, who looked at his knee. "She has a special quill which uses my blood as ink," he sighed.

Hermione cried out in horror while I just stared at him, my mouth hanging open.

"She makes you cut your own hand open as you write," snarled Bella. The feral sound didn't sound right coming from her lips.

Harry, being the heroic idiot he is, offered us a fake smile. "It's not as bad as it sounds! Honestly, guys!"

"Your thoughts tell me otherwise," said Edward, pushing Bella gently off his knee so he could stand. "I'm going to go have a chat with Dolores Umbridge!"

"Don't!" protested Harry, "I don't want to give her the satisfaction that she's got to me!"

"I don't care! She's got to me already!" he growled, "Ever since her little comment this afternoon about those 'filthy half-breeds!'"

Bella hissed angrily at the last sentence.

"What's so bad about that?" I wondered, confused.

Edward turned his attention to me. "Have you forgotten the two half-human members of our family?"

To tell the truth, I almost had forgotten about Jacob and Renesmee. "Oh, right!"

"Edward," murmured Bella, touching his arm, "Leave Umbridge be. You won't be able to control yourself! You'll end up doing something you'll regret!"

Edward sighed. "You're right."

He let himself collapse back into the armchair. Bella smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "I love you."

I blushed at their show of affection and looked away, as did Harry and Hermione.

"We should get to bed!" mumbled Hermione, standing up and heading toward the girls' dormitory. "Goodnight, you guys!"

Harry and I stood up too.

"Night."

As I trudged up the stairs, I heard a sweet, unfamiliar tune – a lullaby – being hummed behind me.