Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Psh I wish I did. So yea, Twilight is to Meyer as Harry Potter is to Rowling.

AN: If anyone was wondering, I'm not sure about Bella yet, only because I don't know how I'm going to fit her into the story line, especially because of this next fact. This is Harry's first year, so I believe the year is 1991. The information is mostly from HP Lexicon.

HAHAHA! And one of my reviewers caught me! I love the show Lie to Me and the way Severus caught Lucius' lies came from the show. WOO! GO TIM ROTH!

The italics at Ollivander's scene aren't mine.

Chapter 11: First Year Wonder

Carlisle and Esme glanced at each other with a frown as Harry sulked into the kitchen and sat down in his place at the table. Edward ruffled his hair, but the boy flinched away. The bronze-haired vampire looked at the others, worried. "Cheer up, Harry," Alice said. "Maybe it will come today!"

"Or maybe I'm not good enough to be in Hogwarts," he muttered. "Ron and Draco have already gotten theirs."

"Oh Harry," Rose said sadly. "Alice, are you sure you haven't seen anything?"

She rubbed her forehead in frustration. "Yes! I don't know why, but for some reason, I just can't see this one!"

Harry sighed and looked away. He wished that Sirius and Remus were around. After the decision to stay in England, his godfathers had figured it was about time to start facing their past and settle into Grimmauld Place. Sirius promised that after he got the place into shape, the Cullens would be welcomed over any time. "Call it your second home!" He had told them. "Well… you probably wouldn't want it as your second home in this condition, but I'll be fixing it up soon!"

Harry thanked his mother quietly when a plate of eggs, bacon and toast was placed before him. Esme cupped his cheek and kissed his forehead. "Chin up, Harry," she said softly. He gave her a weak smile and began to pick at his food.

"Come on, kiddo," Emmett said. "We've practically lived at Hogwarts already! If you don't get accepted there, you could explore the other schools that have accepted you." He turned around and pulled the letters off the counter. "Look at this. Beauxbatons Academy of Magic? Drumstrang Institute?"

Esme shook her head. "He isn't going to Drumstrang. I refuse."

"Why not?"

"They've never admitted muggle-born students into their school. Lily was a muggle-born witch and I'll be damned if the students there bully Harry just because of that." She wiped the counter down in annoyance. "She was a great person whose memory should be respected. If Harry goes there, he'll only feel hatred for his mother."

"No I won't," Harry protested.

Esme rolled her eyes. "They only want you there because they want to use you as a trophy anyway, Harry. We'll just wait for your Hogwarts letter to come-" He threw his fork onto his plate and stormed away.

"And what if I don't get it?!" He shouted furiously, before slamming his bedroom door shut. The all flinched and grew silent when they heard Harry playing his piano. Whenever he was angry, he always calmed himself by playing his favorite pieces.

"Polonaise," Edward murmured, resting his head in the palm of his hand, "In G minor."

"So moody lately," Jasper complained quietly.

~*~

After an hour, Harry rested his hands on his lap and stared at the keys. What if he really didn't get into Hogwarts? It would only make sense. If Ron and Draco received their letters already, then where was his? He looked out the window and sighed. His family was generous to give him the most beautiful room in the house. His piano was standing next to the balcony and his rather large bed was on the other side of the room, near his own, private bathroom. Edward usually came in to play piano with him, but today, Harry knew his older brother would leave him alone.

He sighed and turned to pay attention to his piano once again, but something caught his eye. He got up cautiously and walked over to the balcony. A small, flying creature was making its way towards his balcony door. Harry's eyes widened as he stepped back and opened the door. He ran out in excitement and the beautiful, snowy-white owl settled on his outstretched arm. Her amber eyes stared at him proudly. He looked at her curiously before taking the bulky letter it was grasping.

"You're a beautiful one, aren't you?" He asked the owl. He didn't expect the affectionate nip it would give him. His laughed as he opened one of the letters. "And a smart one," he said as he took the letter out. He cleared his throat and began to read it out loud. "Dear Harry, I'm sorry your birthday present was late but I wanted to find you the perfect owl! The shopkeeper said that this snowy owl is quite a special one and I knew you'd love her. Happy birthday, Harry! Oh, and don't forget the other letter inside mine. Hagrid."

Harry smiled as he turned back to the owl. "So Hagrid got you for me?" The owl hopped onto his shoulder and tugged on his hair. "Hmm?" She tugged on his hair harder. "Oh right, the other letter!" Harry pulled the envelope out and gasped. "Finally," he whispered. His fingers traced over the Hogwarts emblem before he tore the envelope open.

"Dear Mr. Cullen, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," He closed his eyes and began to jump up and down. "MOM, DAD, I GOT MY HOGWARTS LETTER!" He screamed.

~*~

Harry smiled excitedly as Hagrid opened the Diagon Alley entrance for him. He nearly ran in, but Carlisle quickly stopped him. "You've got your money, yea?" Hagrid asked. Esme nodded. They had a savings at Gringotts, but they really didn't have to worry about withdrawing anything. They had more money than needed with them. "I'll be leaving ya then. Congratulations, Harry," the giant said with a smile. He walked through the crowd to attend to his own business.

"Okay Harry, what's first on the list?" Rosalie asked.

He looked back and groaned. "Clothes."

Alice squealed and took his hand. "Rosalie and I can take him and you guys can get his books." She looked over the short list given before handing it to the boys and tugging Harry towards Madame Malkin's. A bell signaled their entrance and the usually busy woman looked up from her seat at the counter.

"Ah!" She smiled. "Another Hogwarts student. Come in then!"

Alice glanced at Rose to see the girl looking around the store curiously. "We need-"

"Three work robes, a plain pointed hat, and dragon-hide gloves?" Malkin laughed.

Alice shrugged. "Make it five robes."

"Come this way for the fitting." The three followed her to the back of the store where a mirror stood.

"How do you know what house emblem to put on the robe?" Harry asked.

"I don't have to worry about that," she informed him as she started to fit him into a robe. "It is put on magically after you're sorted. If you put an enchantment on your luggage and your chests, it will do the same thing." After a few more minutes, the woman was done. "Is there anything else you needed?" she asked politely.

"Can we get two pairs of gloves? He tends to lose things easily. We better make that three hats as well then," Rosalie told her.

Malkin felt her dizzy for a second. "That's… a lot of money," she said in partial shock.

The blonde shrugged. "We have a lot of money."

"Then it's not a problem!" She exclaimed. "Thank you so much."

Rose and Alice glanced at each other with a smirk. Harry smiled up at them before looking at himself in the mirror. He looked quite handsome in school robes.

~*~

Since Edward and Jasper had gotten Harry his books and Emmett bought him an extra cauldron, all they had to worry about was Harry's wand. The younger vampires waited outside while Harry, Carlisle and Esme entered Ollivander's. Harry looked around tentatively before walking towards the desk with his parents. "Hello?" He asked quietly. Suddenly, an old man appeared on one of the sliding ladders. "Oh!" Harry exclaimed in surprise. "Hello. I- well I'm obviously here for a wand," he finished lamely. Esme and Carlisle laughed at his nervousness while Ollivander chuckled quietly.

"I was wondering when I was going to see you, Harry Potter… or as Dumbledore told me, you're a Cullen now." Harry nodded slowly. Ollivander hummed in thought as he turned back to his wands and looked through them. "I remember when your father and mother came in here, mahogany and willow, respectively. Now! Let's try this one." He pulled a box out and opened it, placing it before the boy carefully. "Well go on!" He encouraged. Harry picked the wand up and glanced at his parents. With a swish of the wand, the glass of the oil lamp next to him shattered. He let out a yelp and ducked before he could get hurt. Slowly, he put the wand back into the box, scared that he would break something else. "Apparently not," Ollivander murmured.

He took another out and gave it to the boy. Harry shook his head. "I don't want to break anything else of yours," he told him softly.

"Don't worry about me, young man. I've repaired this store more times than you can imagine." Harry sighed and picked the wand up. He gave it a quick wave and was startled to see most of the boxes that were lined along the wall fly out of their places. He groaned and put it back down. "Don't worry, Mr. Cullen. We'll find you…" He trailed off as a sudden thought came to his mind. "I wonder…"

He walked out of view for a good minute before he came back, holding a box delicately. He set it before Harry and opened it carefully. Esme looked at Carlisle, obviously wondering what so special about the wand. Harry stared at the wand for a few seconds before picking it up. Without any movement, sparks shot out of the wand and a wave of magic flew through him. His hair fluttered and his eyes widened as he breathed deeply.

Ollivander nodded. "Curious… most curious."

"Why?" Harry asked, still gripping the wand. He looked back when he heard a thump at the door. Alice was staring in at them, shock written on her face. "What's… what's so curious about it?"

He stared at Harry before blinking and clearing his throat. "I remember every wand I've sold, Mr. Cullen, and exactly who I sold it to. For example, I told you about your parents' wands." Harry nodded. "Your wand is holly, eleven inches. Its core is a single phoenix feather, I believe you know Fawkes." Harry wanted to smile at the mention of Albus' familiar, but he knew the news he was getting wasn't one to smile about. "It just so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather resides in your wand gave another… just one other. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand… when its brother gave you that scar."

Harry's eyes snapped down to the wand he was gripping. "Take it back," Esme demanded. "Take it back now! He won't have it!"

"I'm sorry to inform you, Mrs. Cullen," Ollivander said quietly. "But the wand chooses the wizard, not the other way around."

Esme rubbed her nose and looked back at the wall they had run through. She turned back to Harry with a sad smile. "Are you sure you want to go? We can go back home and you can stay with us! We'll give you private tutors and-"

"Esme," Edward interrupted. She sighed in exasperation.

"I can't believe my baby is going to Hogwarts…" Her face scrunched up, looking as if she were about to cry. "And we won't see you until Christmas…" Her lip began to tremble. "And after that-"

"Come along, son," Carlisle cut in. "Do you see Ronald or Draco, Harry?"

The green-eyed boy looked around but shook his head. "No, I can't."

Emmett shrugged. "Maybe they're on the train-"

"Fred! George! Leave Percy alone right now!"

"Or maybe they aren't," he finished with a laugh. Harry smiled as the red-headed clan came into view. He hollered Ron's name and his best friend turned with a grin. The Weasleys came over and helped the two first years settle into the train. When Ron and Harry had their luggage settled they went back out to say goodbye to their family.

"Mom, where's Uncle Siri?" Harry whispered. She frowned, but Harry could see the playful glint in her eyes. Remus had quickly looked away from him. They were hiding something.

"I don't know, darling."

The train whistle blew and they all looked at the train sadly. "Time to go, bro," Jasper said. Harry smiled as the boy ruffled his hair and stepped back. Emmett grinned, picking him up and hugging him tightly before passing him to Edward. Harry's face turned bright red when he found himself being carried bridal style in Edward's arms.

"Edward, put me down!" The vampire chuckled before setting him onto his feet.

"Study hard. Don't get a girlfriend okay? It will distract you from your work."

"Edward, man!" Emmett groaned. "Encourage him to get a girl, moron!"

Rosalie pushed the boys aside and kissed Harry's cheek. "Take care, alright sweetheart?" He nodded with a smile. Rose winked at him as he strolled over to the Weasleys and gave Ron a kiss on the cheek as well. Molly laughed as her son's face turned into a dark shade of red.

"What about us?!" They heard the twins shout.

Alice hugged Harry tightly and sighed as soft 'goodbye.'

"Don't get into much trouble, alright?" Remus laughed, ruffling his hair. "You wouldn't want your parents to be called in during the first week of school, would you?" Harry smirked and gave Remus a hug.

"I'll miss you, Uncle Moony. I hope you figure out how to get that ridiculous painting off soon." Their noses scrunched at the mention of the portrait of Mrs. Black.

Esme opened her arms and Harry ran into them. "I'll miss you, mom," he whispered to her. Esme smiled and kissed the top of his head. "Dad," Harry said when Esme released him. Carlisle kneeled on one knee to look at his son.

"Always remember how proud we are of you," Carlisle told him. Harry nodded and gave his father a quick hug. He hopped onto the train with Ron and after a few minutes, the two families saw them at the window. Molly sniffled and raised a napkin to her eyes. Arthur threw an arm around her shoulders and held her tightly.

"They grow up so fast," she murmured.

Esme nodded in agreement as the train began to move and they waved goodbye. The vampire dry sobbed into her husband's shoulder. "How were you able to do this six times already?" she asked. Molly laughed and patted her back.

"Seven once next year comes." Ginny giggled and hugged her mother.

~*~

"Where do you think Draco is?" Ron asked in curiosity. Harry shrugged.

"He might be in one of the other compartments. He'll find us soon enough."

"Harry, we've been on the train for an hour," he said with a roll of his eyes. "Maybe we should-"

"Missed me so much, Weasley?" The two looked up to see Draco standing in the doorway with a smirk. They grinned and helped Draco pull his bags in. "An hour with those miserable oafs Crabbe and Goyle and I decided not to wait for you two to find me anymore. Thanks by the way."

"Sorry," Harry said with a flinch. He rubbed his lighting-shaped scar before looking back at the blond. "How was the rest of your summer?"

"Boring," he complained. "I had to go to France again."

"Oh yes," Ron said sarcastically. "How absolutely boring."

"Shut up, Ron," Draco laughed. "By the way, did you see Neville?" The three boys had gotten the chance to meet Neville that summer. Although the boy was awfully shy, they enjoyed getting to know him.

"No," Ron said with a frown. "Do you know where he is?"

Draco laughed again. "He's lost Trevor, yet again! A muggleborn named Granger is helping him look for it. I told Neville to get rid off that troublesome frog, but does anyone ever listen to me?"

"Listening to you usually gets us into trouble," Harry told him with a grin.

"Oh shut up!"

The door slid open and stopped them from continuing any banter. "Excuse me," The three boys looked up to see a girl with bushy hair lucking around. "Have any of you seen a frog? A boy named Neville has lost him- Oh hello again, Draco." Draco nodded his head with respect.

"Granger, these are my friends Ron Weasley and Harry Cullen."

If Hermione noticed Harry's scar, she didn't say anything. Everyone in the Wizarding World knew about the vampires who adopted Harry. After a little…incident during their first time at Diagon Alley a few years ago, people were much too scared of Emmett to call Harry anything but a Cullen. "Nice to meet you," She said with a smile. "So did any of you see Trevor? The frog that is…"

"Is Neville anywhere near?" Harry asked.

As if hearing his name being called, the boy appeared next to Hermione. "I-I'm really sorry to be bothering you, Hermione," he nearly whispered. He looked into the compartment and gave a shy smile when he saw his new friends. "Hey guys!" He said happily, but the sad look on his face didn't leave him.

Harry got up and patted his back. "We'll find him, Nev."

"Harry Cullen," Professor McGonagall said loudly. The hall grew quiet as Harry glanced at Ron and Draco before making his way towards the stool. He grinned when Minerva winked at him and he sat down, trying not to shake from nervousness. He felt the hat settle onto his head and he heard a quiet hum sounded.

'Harry Potter… Cullen' He grimaced at the raspy, judge-like voice the hat had. 'Quite a complex one, aren't you?' A smirk fitted Harry's face, finding the statement to be a compliment. 'Very loyal, incredibly intelligent, extremely clever… you live with a family of vampires? They might slip one day-'

"They won't," he spat.

'They might!'

"Grandpa Albus and Sev are working on a potion to stop their bloodlust anyway," Harry said in irritation. "Leave my family alone."

'The Wizarding World won't ever live them alone if you accidentally get a cut and our savior is gone.'

"My family won't harm me in anyway," He whispered viciously.

'You put a lot of faith in a family of animals.'

"Leave them alone!" It wasn't loud enough for the entire hall to hear, but the professors, McGonagall, most of the first years, and especially the Sorting Hat did.

A low chuckle startled Harry out of his anger. 'And exceedingly brave. You must be the only child alive who would accept his family with open arms after they confess to being dangerous. You may have heard this before but you are just like your biological parents.' An affectionate smile found itself on Harry's face. 'I believe we found your house, Mr. Cullen.'

Harry's eyes closed as he heard the Gryffindor house cheering, Fred and George the loudest of all of them.

He could have sworn his loyalty to his family would have made him a Hufflepuff.

Harry rubbed his eyes before looking around the door room. He grinned and got out of bed quickly, jumping onto Ron's and shaking his friend awake. "Come on, Ron! First day of classes!" Ron groaned and rolled over. "Oh come on, mate! Aren't you at least a little excited?"

"First year Gryffindors and all that," Neville laughed when he got to them. He scratched his head and grinned, taking a frog out of his pocket. "He was hiding in my suitcase the whole time! I found him bundled up in one of my robes."

Harry laughed before turning back to the drowsy read-head. "Ron, really, you have to wake up. It's time to go down and eat."

Neville frowned. "W-well actually, breakfast is over. I skipped it. We need to get to class now."

Harry's eyes widened as he took a look at the clock for the first time. He groaned and ran to the bathroom, Ron following him quickly. "Severus and Draco are going to kill us!" Ron groaned.

~*~

Draco glared at the two as they ran in and sat down next to him. "Idiots," he hissed at them. "Why are you late?! And where were you this morning?! I had to sit with Crabbe and Goyle!"

"It's not like you could have sat with us anyway, Draco," Harry said sheepishly. "You're in Slytherin."

"So?! I could have turned around and spoke to you. Do you know how much torture I was going through trying to talk to those to idiots?"

Just before Ron was going to answer the door was thrown open and Severus nearly flew into the classroom, his robe billowing and all. "He sure can make an entrance," Ron muttered, sinking into his seat.

After a little monologue that Severus gave to the class, intended to scare the first years obviously, he began looking around the class room for a victim. He gave a quick glance to see the Granger girl anticipating the next words that would come out of his mouth. He rolled his eyes and continued on, attacking Neville with a question. Harry flinched, feeling bad for his friend. He knew Severus wouldn't choose any of them to answer a question since the man was the one who had tutored the three boys for the past few years. He only wished that they met Neville much sooner than they really did.

"How utterly… disappointing," Harry heard the potions master say. He tapped Neville on the back and gave him a reassuring look.

"He's being ridiculously cruel," Ron whispered.

Draco nodded. "We're gonna have to get used to this too. He's not going to favor us just because we're good at potions."

"He'll favor you, you're in his house," He snapped back in irritation. Draco raised a brow before looking away with a smirk.

"Well then I guess I'm the lucky one."

~*~

Draco stormed onto the field in anger. He threw his books down on the ground and walked over to a broom silently. Harry and Ron stood next to him cautiously, trying not to upset him further. "It… I'm sure he didn't do it on purpose," Harry told him quietly.

"My godfather embarrassed me in front of my whole class," Draco fumed. "Calling me a 'daydreaming fool', accusing me of not paying attention in his class, and threatening to tell my father isn't an accident, Harry!" The two flinched. They both knew that Draco believed disappointing Lucius was the worst he could ever do.

"Maybe Severus really is trying to show he isn't going to favor anyone anymore," Ron whispered, as they heard footsteps coming closer.

"Good afternoon, class!" Their heads snapped upward and they stared at their professor in shock. "Hoochie-Coochie has decided to take a vacation this year, so I'll be teaching you how to handle a broom."

"And…" Draco started with frown. "What do we call you?"

Sirius laughed as he held his hand above his broom. The handle snapped up and he gripped it tightly before hopping onto it floating in the air. "Professor Black, of course."

"That's odd," Ron said lowly.

"Very odd," Harry agreed, but he couldn't help staring at Sirius in excitement.

Hermione smiled as she saw Harry, Ron and Draco walking by with Neville. To be honest, although they were a month into the school year, she was having difficulty fitting in and Harry, Neville and Draco were the first ones who were nice to her and after helping Ron with charms, she was sure she'd make quick friends with him as well. With a quick glance in their direction, she picked her books up and ran to catch up with them. Her smile brightened when she heard her name and she stopped herself from saying hello, hoping to surprise the boys. "So, like I said," Draco continued. "Severus always talks about father's change of heart so I don't think inviting Hermione to the Christmas Party at Malfoy Manor will be a problem."

"Don't you think it's a bit early to be making a guest list, Draco?" Neville laughed.

The blond shrugged. "Malfoys must always be prepared. Besides, if we have a problem later on we could just take the names off the list. I doubt Hermione will be such a problem, anyway. Intelligent? Kind? She fits the standards of the people I would call friends," he finished pompously.

Hermione tried not to giggle as she opened her mouth to greet them.

"Oh please, she's an absolute nightmare!" Ron glowered. "It's leviosa not leviosa," he mocked. "What a know-it-all! Did I even ask for her help?"

An overwhelming feeling of dread flooded the muggleborn witch as she tried not to cry. She looked down and slowed her pace, glaring into Ron's back. She watched Harry turn to the redhead angrily. "Ron, that isn't a very nice thing to say. She was just trying to help you so you could get it straight."

"Oh who bloody well-"

Hermione gripped her books to her chest and pushed pass them, running ahead as fast as she could. She didn't glance back but she could hear Draco yelling at Ron. "Look what you've done now, Ron!"

"H-how was I supposed to know she was there?" the boy shouted in horror.

~*~

"Hermione!"

The girl sobbed as she picked her books up again and tried to get away from Harry.

"Hermione, wait!" He grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Hermione looked up to see a soft smile on his face. "So… how are you?" he asked awkwardly. A rack of sobs shook her body again. "No! No, please don't cry. I don't do well with crying girls. It's Halloween! We have fun today with candy and-" She dropped her books and covered her face with her hands. "S-see…" he started, "My sisters are vampires, and so is my mother, so I never got used to a crying girl. It's a physical impossibility for them. So maybe, you could perhaps give me a smile so I'm not stuttering like a fool over here."

She laughed and brought her fists to her sides. "Sorry," She whispered to him.

He shrugged. "No need to say sorry. Ron was being a ponce."

She laughed again as she shrugged her shoulders miserably. "I guess I am a bit of a know-it all. I didn't have to interfere with what he was doing."

"No, really Hermione! It was fine!" Harry reassured her. "Ron just has a lot of pride that Draco and I are still trying to break down. Don't worry about it. You didn't do anything wrong." He nudged her side and gave her books to her. After throwing an arm around her shoulders and guiding her towards the Gryffindor Tower he gave her a little laugh. "Besides, you're already on the guest list for the Annual Malfoy Manor Christmas Party. That makes you one popular girl."

She looked away. "I was thinking about that as well. Weren't the Malfoys known for being one of those pureblood thinking families? I wouldn't be quite popular would I? Wouldn't I actually be hurting the Malfoy reputation?"

Harry grimaced. "Well actually last year, Lucius made an excuse that he would only celebrate Christmas with his family. Draco was risking his family a great deal by talking about the Christmas party in public. The only people that are ever at the Manor are my family, the Weasleys, now the Longbottoms and you."

"Why me?" she said with a frustrated groan. "He barely knows me. Why would he trust me so easily?"

He shrugged. "Draco truly does know how to choose his friends. He believes you're going to be a good friend for us, a girl in the pack finally besides Ginny," he said with a laugh. "He also thinks his father would be quite pleased to know he befriended a muggleborn girl, not that he's using you. Your background is just an added bonus for it."

"Why would Mr. Malfoy be pleased?"

"Well Lucius became curious about muggles and muggleborns after his little epiphany, as Severus, ahem, Professor Snape likes to call it, but he can't openly go up to anyone. He'd be risking his family and himself. If You-Know-Who were to ever return- licorice wands," he said as they found themselves in front of the Fat Lady. "If he were ever to come back, Lucius would be in a horrendous amount of trouble. Luckily, he doesn't have to worry about Draco as much as his wife. A, uh... family agreement we had with the Malfoys..." He paused and looked back at Hermione. "So the Grangers are really Lucius' chance at redemption and Draco would do anythin for his father."

She smiled a bit. "I'm honored. Being someone's chance at redemption… I feel like a super hero," she joked.

Harry laughed and patted her back. "I hope your feeling better, Hermione. Ron won't admit it but he feels terrible right now. He may have a strong pride but he really does hate making girls cry."

"He's like a knight," she teased. With a sigh she sat on the couch and sighed. "One that's written in the romantic style that is. Chivalrous but awkward with ladies."

Harry bowed and kneeled in front of her. "My lady," he said with a deep voice.

She giggled and curtsied. "My lord."

"Harry!" they heard. They quickly straightened and looked at the stairs. "Draco helped me figure out a way to apologize-" Ron stopped and stared at Hermione open-mouthed. His face turned red as he stood straight and looked away. "Uh… what time is dinner?"

The bushy-haired girl rolled her eyes and waved to Harry. "I'll see you at dinner, Harry," she said with a smile. Her lips thinned and she pointed her nose upwards as she walked towards the girls' dormitories. "Ronald," she said stiffly.

He stuttered out a 'see you' before smacking his forehead when she disappeared. "Merlin's beard, I'm a moron."

"You really are," Harry told him.

~*~

Draco turned and grinned at Harry and Hermione before turning back and talking quietly with Blaise Zabini. "I'm just going to go to the lavatory for a second," Hermione whispered. She smiled at Ron, who had given her an awkward apology after abandoning Draco's plan of writing her a letter to say sorry, and walked out of the hall.

"You're lucky she's so forgiving," Neville told him. "Most girls are so sensitive."

"Oh tell me about it," Ron groaned. "I say one wrong thing and Ginny never leaves me alone."

"Alice and Rosalie nearly blew a fuse when Emmett told them they looked horrid in their dresses," Harry chuckled.

"Grandma didn't appreciate me telling her she looked fat in her clothes," Neville said in embarrassment. "I was four!" he protested when Ron and Harry began laughing at him.

"Yea well don't sweat it," Harry said, ignoring the confused look Neville gave him from the American slang. "I said something that would've had my mother cry herself to sleep. It was horrible. I told her that-"

The students looked up as Quirrell ran in frantically. "Troll! In the dungeon! Troll!" He screamed. Harry's face grew dark as the man stopped and looked around. "I thought you might like to know," he said before falling to the ground in a dead faint. Ron and Neville scrambled out of their seats with the others and Draco was nearly screaming his head off.

"SILENCE!" The students heard. Everyone looked up to see a grave look on their Headmaster's usually placid face. "Students will follow the prefects to their houses in an orderly and quick fashion. Go now!"

They began flowing out of the hall as quickly as they could. Harry, Ron and Draco found themselves pushed together as the Gryffindors and Slytherins were the last to leave the hall. "We'll be in our houses in no time," Draco said in a panic. "Then we'll be fine. Oh god, Slytherins are in the dungeons. I'm going to die! I'll never see you guys again! I've never even had a girlfriend before!"

"Harry!" Ron gasped.

Harry's eyes widened as he realized why Ron looked horrified. "Draco!" Harry shouted, trying to gain the blond's attention. As the students pushed pass the frozen boys, Harry let out an alarmed "Hermione!"

A.N: Sorry if you guys liked that Harry/Hermione scene much too much but i'm keeping them at a platonic level.

DUN DUN DUN! What will happen?

And what is the agreement between the Malfoys and the Cullens?