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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

I am so so sorry about the late updates! I have published all the chapters I pre-wrote, so I won't be updating as often now, depending on how fast I write. I will try to get a chapter done at least once a month, so please don't kill me! Sorry sorry sorry!

15. Control

HerPOV

Our new private classes with the Cullens were going even better than I'd expected. They had finally convinced me to use the Cruciatus Curse on Jasper after a few sessions, and we were all progressing well.

Even better was the DA, or Dumbledore's Army, as we'd named our defence meetings with our other classmates. Harry was a natural leader, something I couldn't help feeling smug about. I had told him so, after all.

The vampires seemed to be enjoying the DA too. Bella finally got her revenge on Alice when we were practising Reductor Curses in the fourth meeting. She winked at me and pulled a shiny black credit card from the pocket of her robes.

"NOOOO! BELLA!"

Alice's cry echoed across the Room of Requirement, making everyone stop throwing curses at each other and stare at her.

Bella grinned evilly and the light glinted off her sharp white teeth, as she pointed her wand at the card.

"Reducto!" she shouted.

Ashy residue fell lightly to the floor and Alice began to sob. Over everyone's laughter, I heard her wailing words like, "…shoes…Lamborghini…dreams…all gone!"

Even Jasper was having a difficult time not laughing, although that may have been because of the amusement in the room. He pulled his wife onto his lap and patted her back comfortingly, but the corners of his mouth were twitching the entire time.

Bella and I had become closer over the last weeks, and I'd begun to think of her as one of my best friends, besides Harry and Ron. I suppose a part of it was just having another girl to hang out with after spending most of my Hogwarts years with the boys. The nights she didn't disappear with Edward, she stayed up talking with me. She asked me all sorts of questions about my family and life at Hogwarts, and then answered my own.

The Cullens were also getting excited about watching a Quidditch match for the first time. The first game of the year, between Gryffindor and Slytherin, was approaching, and everyone was becoming noticeably eager.

The only exception was Ron. His face was now permanently tinged with green unless Jasper was around to soothe his nerves. Not that Jasper was much help; he and Emmett found Ron's very human reaction to anxiety hilarious ("I haven't seen anything so funny since Bella was human," Emmett chuckled), and they howled with laughter whenever they saw him. Jacob wasn't much better than them, and Rosalie appeared indifferent, but everyone else was understanding and continued to offer words of encouragement.

The morning of the game was cloudy, so the Cullens were able to watch from the stands with the rest of us. Ron was worse than ever at breakfast, and I worried he might pass out from lack of food. We tried to convince him to eat, to no success.

Alice and Jasper wandered over from the Ravenclaw table, as did Luna Lovegood, to wish Harry and Ron luck. Jacob and Renesmee also came over, but returned to the Hufflepuffs after a couple of minutes. Luna was wearing an amazing hat shaped like a lion that let out a deafening roar. Alice growled back, looking like she'd love to set the hat on fire and dance over its ashes. When Luna drifted away, she shuddered.

"I'm going to take her shopping one day and show her how a real hat should look. That was just insulting."

We all laughed, even Ron who had been given a boost of confidence courtesy of Jasper.

"Oi! Jazz!" shouted Emmett from across the hall, "200 galleons on Slytherin!"

Everyone in the hall heard him and laughed, obviously thinking he was joking. When Jasper grinned and called back, "You're on!" they went silent and jaws dropped.

Harry stood up to leave then, and I wished them luck and hugged them. Bella and Alice did the same, while Edward and Jasper grinned encouragingly.

When they were gone, Jasper frowned. "I hope Ron manages to get a grip on his nerves. I don't think I'll be able to help him while he's in the air."

"He'll cope," said Alice grimly, "Although the Slytherins won't help." She glared at their table, and I noticed they were all wearing silver badges.

"What do they say?" I asked, straining to read them from a distance.

"Weasley is our King," replied Edward, "They seem to think he's so bad that he'll turn the odds in their favour."

"Oh dear," murmured Bella.

"We should go," said Alice as the hall started emptying, "there are still spare seats at the front, and…damn! Oh well, I guess we're sitting in the second row."

Emmett, Rosalie, Jacob, Renesmee, and Doctor and Professor Cullen joined us on our way down to the pitch. A group of Slytherins sat behind our group, ignoring the two teachers with us, and started singing.

"Weasley cannot save a thing,

He cannot block a single ring,

That's why Slytherins all sing;

Weasley is our King!"

Alice narrowed her eyes and turned in her seat to glare at them, but they paid no attention to her. I ignored them and focused my attention on the pitch below us. I cheered wildly with everyone else when the Gryffindor team marched out onto the ground, but the singing intensified.

"Weasley was born in a bin,

He always lets the Quaffle in,

Weasley will make sure we win,

Weasley is our King!"

Emmett snickered, earning a smack in the head from Rosalie.

"Emmett McCarty Cullen, if you even think of singing along with them…" threatened Professor Cullen. I had never seen her so stern. "I raised you better than for you to be so rude."

Emmett stopped laughing and turned sheepish. "Okay, Mum."

Madam Hooch blew her whistle and the two teams shot into the sky.

"Go Harry! Go Ron!" I shouted, even though there was no hope of them hearing me. It's the thought that counts.

Alice was so excited that she had jumped up onto her seat where she bounced up and down on the soles of her feet.

"Alice, honey, the kids behind you can't see the game," said Professor Cullen.

"Sorry, Esme," she replied, "It's not like they're watching anyway."

As if to prove her point, the Slytherins behind us sang louder. Alice sat down, but couldn't manage to sit still.

"Why are you so excited?" asked Bella, "I'm sure you already know who's going to win."

She rolled her eyes. "It's not the same as watching them win. GO ANGELINA!"

Angelina Johnson threw the Quaffle at the goals, but it was saved by the Slytherin keeper. The Chasers approached Ron, and the singing increased in volume.

Alice groaned and shook her head a second before Slytherin scored. Emmett and Rosalie cheered and it took me a second to remember that of course they'd be supporting their house.

The match continued in much the same fashion and soon Slytherin had a huge lead. I was beginning to think that maybe the song wasn't such an exaggeration after all, and immediately felt ashamed.

"Go Harry!" shouted Alice suddenly.

I watched as Harry sped towards the ground, chased by Malfoy. "He's seen the Snitch!"

"It's about time!" grinned Jasper.

"Oh no!" cried Alice. She grabbed my hand and ran with me out of the stands. Edward and Doctor Cullen followed quickly.

"Alice, what's wrong?" I asked, but the crowd drowned out her reply. Everyone started shouting furiously as a Bludger hit Harry in the back, knocking him off his broom. I gasped.

"He's okay," said Alice, "but Malfoy's decided to pick a fight. I don't know how bad it'll get, but it's a good idea to have Carlisle there just in case."

I started sprinting after her, but she and Edward were out on the pitch long before me. Edward held George's arm to restrain him, and Alice went to help Angelina, Alicia and Katie with Fred.

"I suppose when you've been dragged up by Muggles, even the Weasley's hovel smells okay," Malfoy was saying, "Not to mention the Mudbloods you hang around with!" He shot a dirty look at me and the Cullens. George struggled in Edward's grip and Doctor Cullen grabbed him. Alice looked alarmed and glanced at Edward, who in turn placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. I found out why when Malfoy continued.

"Or perhaps you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter, and Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it."

"Enough!" ordered Doctor Cullen as Harry yelled out in rage.

"I've got him, Carlisle," said Edward calmly, holding Harry tighter.

"Don't you notice the stink, Masen?" asked Malfoy, "I suppose you must be used to it, what with you being a bunch of Mudbloods and all. Especially that pretty sister of yours. Have you seen her with all the guys in school? She reeks of slut!"

"Edward, NO!" roared Doctor Cullen.

Before I could blink, Malfoy was on the ground with Edward leaning over him. Malfoy held up his arm defensively, and Edward grabbed it and yanked it away from his face. There was a horrible crunching sound, and Malfoy screamed. Doctor Cullen jumped forward and pulled Edward off him, releasing George in the process. Harry and George took Edward's place and started punching Malfoy until he started bleeding.

"Harry! Stop!" I screamed. He didn't. Finally, he was hit with the Impediment Jinx and flew backwards.

Madam Hooch was furious. "You three go straight to your Head of House's office! Now!"

Harry and George left immediately, but Edward hesitated and I saw his eyes were coal black.

"I'm sorry, Carlisle. I just…lost control."

"I know, son," replied Doctor Cullen, his face grave as he bent over Malfoy, who was whimpering pitifully, hunched over his mangled wrist. Edward nodded and turned away.

"Idiot," muttered Alice as he passed. He didn't even look at her.

EPOV

How dare that vile human child call Renesmee, my Renesmee, a slut? He was lucky to have escaped with his head and neck intact. If Carlisle hadn't been there… The thought shocked me and I realised I was contemplating murdering an innocent. Because, no matter how spiteful, the boy was just an innocent human. What was the matter with me?

I stormed to Professor McGonagall's office, furious with myself, and came to a stop outside the door where Harry and George were already waiting.

How dare they? Could have seriously hurt… Why on earth..?

Professor McGonagall was livid as she stormed down the corridor towards us.

And for Cullen to attack a student! Albus isn't happy…

I flinched. I had betrayed the trust Professor Dumbledore had placed in my family. Would he send me away from the school? It was all I deserved if he did. But if he decided to extend the punishment to the others…. Rosalie wouldn't be pleased with me, and Bella was enjoying Hogwarts life so much! I couldn't have that happiness taken away from her!

Professor McGonagall held her door open for us, speechless with fury.

"In!"

I ducked my head in shame as I passed her. She was too furious to notice.

"Well?" she demanded, "I have never seen such a disgraceful exhibition. Three on one! Explain yourselves!"

"Malfoy provoked us," replied Harry.

It was the wrong thing to say. Professor McGonagall's hand slammed down on her desk and her biscuit tin fell to the floor. I caught it before it hit the ground; a reflex reaction, and returned it to the desk without a word. She glared at me for a moment and then continued shouting.

"What on earth can he have said that justified what you three..?"

"If I may, Professor," I interrupted smoothly, "Draco greatly insulted members of our families. Of course, nothing he could have said about my daugh- sister," I caught myself, remembering just in time that George was in the office with us, "can justify my actions and I am sincerely sorry. I am prepared to take full responsibility for my thoughtless behaviour. However, what the boy said about Harry's mother and George's parents is, in their eyes, inexcusable, and I cannot find it to blame them for defending their families. They are only human, after all, and teenagers at that. Their reaction was only to be expected."

"There is no excuse for what these two have done! Do you have any idea what you've...?'

"Hem, hem," interrupted a voice from the doorway. I let an angry growl build up in my chest when I caught the sickeningly sweet scent of Dolores Umbridge. I glared at her as she entered the office, making my hostility towards her known.

"May I help, Professor McGonagall?" she offered sweetly. It was only a matter of time before something like this happened, she thought smugly, It only proves just how unstable the Potter boy really is.

"Help?" repeated Professor McGonagall, internally fuming. "What do you mean, help?"

She was suspicious, and for good reasons. Umbridge's thoughts were much more cheerful than usual, and it gave me a bad feeling.

"Why," said Umbridge, reacting to Professor McGonagall's cold attitude with innocent surprise, "I thought you might be grateful for a little extra authority."

Harry pictured sparks emitting from Professor McGonagall's nostrils, and I stifled a laugh.

"You thought wrong," she replied, "Now, I am giving you three a week's worth of detentions, and if any of you ever…"

"Hem, hem."

Professor McGonagall closed her eyes and breathed in deeply through her nose. Calm down, Minerva. Strangling your co-worker would not be productive. "Yes?"

"I think they deserve rather more than detentions."

Of course you do, I thought bitterly. A week of detentions I could deal with; hell, I could do a year of detentions, but I was sure that whatever Professor Umbridge came up with would be unpleasant. Not that it would be any less than I deserved.

Umbridge pulled yet another Educational Degree from her horrid handbag. "…the High Inquisitor will henceforth have supreme authority over all punishments, sanctions and removal of privileges pertaining to the students of Hogwarts, and the power to alter such punishments, sanctions and removals of privileges as may have been ordered by other staff members."

"Well that's convenient," I said sarcastically, "It's almost as though you were hoping for something like this to happen."

Umbridge smiled sweetly. "It was to be expected. These two have dreadful tempers. So, I really think I will have to ban these two from playing Quidditch ever again."

Harry and George's minds were blank, their horror making them unable to form words.

"And for me?" I asked, "You can't take anything from me. I have nothing you can make me give up." I was challenging her; it was part of my nature.

Umbridge was unfazed. "Oh, I'm sure I can think of something. Good afternoon to you all."

She turned and left the room.

Harry and George stared after her, trembling with fury, and Professor McGonagall was so still she could've passed for a vampire.

Umbridge's voice floated back into the room from the corridor. "What are you doing out here, Miss Swan?"

"I was looking for Edward," came my Bella's lovely chiming voice.

"Mr Masen is speaking with Professor McGonagall at the moment," she replied coldly, and I went to the door. "You will have to wait in your common room."

"That won't be necessary, Professor," I cut in quickly. "Hello, Bella."

Professor Umbridge jumped and spun around at the sound of my voice, and Bella rushed up to me immediately.

"Edward!" she cried, taking my hand, "What happened? Alice said that you were in trouble; that you hurt the Malfoy boy!"

I looked away from her concerned golden eyes and ducked my head in shame. "I broke his arm," I admitted.

Bella gasped. "Oh, Edward, why would you do that?" She didn't sound disappointed, only worried. I felt her stone hand brush my cheek. "Are you okay?"

I laughed darkly. "Of course you would be worried about me. I'm fine, love. Have you seen Draco?"

"Briefly. He didn't look too good. Carlisle's with him."

I sighed and turned my face slightly to kiss her palm.

"Hem, hem."

I had momentarily forgotten that Umbridge was watching us. I raised my head to meet her disapproving stare.

"Return to your common room, please," was all she said, and she turned on her heel and walked away.

Bella rubbed the hollows under my eyes. "You need to hunt," she murmured.

"That's probably a good idea," I agreed, and let her pull me out of the castle.

We ran through the forest together, our hands linked as we weaved through the trees. Bella threw her head back while she ran, and laughed. The sound of her bell-like laughter cheered me up considerably, and I joined in.

Bella had hunted more recently, so she fed slowly on just two deer while I finished my third and fourth. She went to sit at the base of a large tree and, once I was sure my eyes were light again, I joined her. She pulled me into her arms and stroked my hair softly. I closed my eyes contentedly, and leaned my head into her collarbone.

"So," she murmured, "why did you attack Draco?"

"He was insulting our family," I replied, "I know it's no excuse for what I did, but then he called our Renesmee a slut and I lost control."

I felt a growl rumble in Bella's chest. "He doesn't even know her. He has no right to even think about her that way." She sighed. "You're right; you shouldn't have reacted that way, but I'm glad you did."

I lost track of how long we sat together after that, but it began to grow dark and snow began to fall softly on our faces.

"Shall we head back?" I asked. Bella nodded and we got to our feet and were running in the same second.

"Edward, do you smell that?" she asked after a few moments.

I inhaled deeply, and picked up the odd scent she was referring to. It was mostly human, but had a bitter edge that reminded me a little of the werewolves. The bitterness overrode the rest of the scent, and repelled.

"I've never smelt anything like that before," I commented, "I wonder what it is."

"It's heading towards the castle," observed Bella.

We followed the trail and came out of the forest a few hundred metres from where we entered it. There was a small wooden hut nearby that I had noticed a few times before but ignored. A large figure stepped out of the hut and spotted us at the edge of the trees.

"What're yeh doin' there? Students aren't allowed in the forest!"