A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for your nice reviews. They make me really happy and it's a great motivation :) Anyway, here's another chapter. Enjoy!

EDIT: 08/12/2018 Minor corrections made.

Chapter six

I was thinking about Edward's behaviour as I was driving home. Was it possible that he knew I was a witch? Or was it something else? Sometimes he'd looked very frustrated like he was trying to read something... Then suddenly it hit me so hard that I nearly crashed into a car in front of me that had stopped at the intersection. I stamped on the brake just in time. I waved apologetically at the angry driver who clapped his forehead and drove away.

Of course, Edward was a mind reader! And he couldn't read my mind because it didn't work on wizards and witches. But he could read Charlie's mind. So he knew. Except, he'd still looked frustrated this afternoon, I realised a few seconds later. So maybe Charlie wasn't thinking about me being a witch when he'd been near Edward or Edward had to be very close to that person so he would be able to read their mind.

When I got home, I was still thinking about Edward. Should I tell Charlie to not think about me when he's near the Cullens? But that would mean telling him what they were and that was something I really wasn't sure I should do. Though Charlie knew that there were creatures like vampires and werewolves in my world, I wasn't sure how he would react if I told him a family of vampires lived in his town. I didn't think he would be very happy about it.

While I was cooking dinner, I decided not telling Charlie about the Cullens. At least not now. But I still didn't know what to do about it. Should I tell Edward that I know what they were which would mean I would have to explain all about me or should I try and avoid him as much as possible? I didn't like the latter option much but at last I decided for it. I would try and ignore Edward Cullen. Starting tomorrow.

So for the rest of the week I determinedly tried to avoid glancing his direction at lunch. This actually wasn't that hard because I still sat at the table with the same bunch of people as usual so all I had to do was to join the conversation. They all seemed to be glad that I'd finally gotten over the initial shyness, and only Angela looked at me a bit suspiciously.

Biology was a lot harder. Edward was trying to be nice again. He asked how I was doing and whether I needed help with today's lab again but I just shooked my head and stubbornly kept looking ahead of me. After a few attempts he gave up but I could see, from the corner of my eye, his confused expression. When the bell finally rang I quickly packed my things and walked to Mike so I could accompany him on the way to Gym. Mike looked very happy.

I did exactly the same the next day. This time Edward didn't try talking to me but kept staring at me the whole hour. I gritted my teeth and started making careful notes, ignoring him completely. It was quite exhausting so I was glad it was Friday and that meant two Cullen-free days. I wasn't as happy about it as I should be.

I woke up Saturday morning, feeling strange. It took me a while before I understood why. I was seventeen. The day I had been looking forward to for months was finally here. I stretched out my hand and took my wand that had been laying on my bedside table. I closed my eyes, thinking about what spell I should do first.

I opened my eyes again and lifted myself into a sitting position. Then I noticed that my precious enchanted galleon had fallen on the floor from the bedside table so I made a slight movement with my wand and murmured, "Wingardium Leviosa." The galleon slowly rose up into the air and I caught it into my left hand. I grinned happily.

Then I got up and summoned a pair of jeans and one of my favourite t-shirts using the Summoning charm. It was rather silly but I was so happy I could finally use magic that I didn't care. I got dressed and went downstairs to make breakfast.

Charlie surprised me. He was standing next to the kitchen table, pouring fresh orange juice into a glass next to a plate full of scrambled eggs and toasts. When he spotted me he smiled widely.

"Happy birthday, honey."

"Wow, Dad." I stared at the eggs. "That's for me?"

"No. It's for my other daughter. Didn't I tell you, you had a twin-sister?" he said with a serious expression.

I laughed.

"Thanks, Dad. It looks amazing."

I hugged him and then I noticed two wrapped boxes on one of the kitchen chairs. I raised my eyebrows.

"Eat first or it gets cold. I don't want to make them again, I nearly threw the pan out the window."

I laughed again but did as I was told. It was surprisingly good.

"It's good, Dad. Maybe you should do the cooking from now on," I suggested. His terrified expression made me laugh again.

"So, how does it feel being an adult?" he asked while I was eating.

"Well, I don't feel older," I said thoughtfully, "and I can do magic now, so I'd say it feels great." I smiled.

"So can you show me some magic tricks now?" Charlie asked, unable to keep his excitement from his face for any longer.

"You've seen magic before," I reminded him of the several occasions he had been around wizards, like when the witch, who had come to tell me what I was, had to demonstrate that she was telling the truth or when he had accompanied me to Diagon Alley on my first trip to that place. And of course he had met the Weasleys.

"Yes, but I haven't seen you doing it." He was almost bouncing with excitement now.

I laughed at his expression and put the fork down. I pulled my wand out of the secret pocket I had made in my jeans so it wouldn't stick out of it and murmuring a few well chosen words I sent my empty plate and glass towards the kitchen counter where they landed noiselessly. Charlie watched it in amazement.

"Wow," was all he said, but his eyes were wide.

I smiled and my eyes fell on the two wrapped boxes.

"I really hope you didn't spend much money for it." I sighed. Charlie, who still had been staring at my plate, now innocently laying on the counter, finally turned his head to me.

"Nope, but I can't say the same about your mother." He grinned.

I just rolled my eyes and, taking a deep breath, started unwrapping the smaller one. It was a small muggle camera.

"Dad…" I started to protest but he interrupted me.

"It's from your mum. Apparently she, or rather her new husband…" He grimaced. "…has no problem with money."

I didn't say anything. While I quite liked Mum's new husband, Charlie had a certain grudge against him. I didn't blame him though. He still loved my mother and he'd taken it pretty hard when she'd left him. I unwrapped the second present which contained a scrapbook, so I could fill it with photographs.

"Thanks, Dad." I smiled and I hugged him again.

"Well, it was your mother's idea." He shrugged but he sounded happy that I liked it.

I spent most of the morning in my bedroom practising the most common spells and trying to learn some new ones from the list Mrs. Weasley had given me in the summer. I also thought about finally unpacking the photos of me and my wizarding friends but I was afraid that I could have a muggle visitor and I had no idea how I would explain the moving photographs. I wondered if there was a spell that would keep the pictures still.

Billy Black and his son Jacob arrived shortly after four in the afternoon. Billy was in a wheelchair like Charlie had said. He was an older, heavyset man with a memorable face – a face that overflowed, the cheeks resting against his shoulders, with creases running through the russet skin like an old leather jacket. Jacob looked fourteen, maybe fifteen and had long, glossy black hair pulled back with a rubber band at the nape of his neck. His skin was beautiful, silky and the same colour as his father's. They both had the same dark eyes.

After Charlie officially introduced us, they both wished me a happy birthday and surprised me with a cake.

"Wow, thank you." I smiled. "You shouldn't have."

"Don't worry, we didn't make it ourselves," Jacob assured me. "You wouldn't be able to enjoy it for long."

"Well, that's a relief, I suppose." I laughed and invited them in.

They brought a pizza as well so we ate and talked for a while. I managed to avoid the topic of my old school by stating that I'd simply transfered here from Britain. After dinner, Charlie and Billy decided they wanted to watch a game of baseball on TV so I invited Jacob upstairs into my bedroom. Fortunatelly I'd cleaned the room before they arrived and hid all my magical things in my wardrobe.

"Nice," said Jacob, looking around my room.

"So, what would you want to do?" I asked.

"Uhm, I don't know." He shrugged, sitting on my bed. "Do you have any board games?"

I was sure there was a pack of Exploding Snap in my trunk but that wasn't something I could play with Jacob.

"I'm afraid I don't," I said with a sigh.

"So how do you like the truck?" he asked after a while.

"I love it. It runs great." I was grateful for this new topic of conversation.

"Yeah, but it's really slow." He laughed. "I was so relived when Charlie bought it. My dad wouldn't let me work on building another car when we had a perfectly good vehicle right there."

"It's not that slow," I objected.

"Have you tried to go over sixty?"

"No," I admitted.

"Good. Don't." He grinned.

I couldn't help grinning back. "It does great in a collision," I offered in my truck's defense.

"I don't think a tank could take out that old monster," he agreed with another laugh.

"So you build cars?" I asked, impressed.

"When I have free time and parts. You wouldn't happen to know where I could get my hands on a master cylinder for a 1986 Volkswagen Rabbit?" he added jokingly. He had a pleasant, husky voice.

"Sorry," I laughed, "I haven't seen any lately, but I'll keep my eyes open for you." As if I knew what that was. He was very easy to talk with.

"Too bad you don't have a TV here," he said after a few seconds. "We could watch a movie."

"Yeah," I grimaced. "I haven't seen a good film for ages." That was true. Electrical devices didn't work at Hogwarts.

"A good horror movie would be great. Are you easily scared?" he asked, eyeing me curiously.

I had to laugh. "No, not really." At least I couldn't think of anything that would scare me more than Lord Voldemort at the moment.

"So you like scary stories?"

"I love them." I could tell him many scary stories that would give him some good nightmares.

"Do you know any of our old stories, about where we came from – the Quileutes, I mean?" he began.

"Not really," I admitted.

"Well, there are lots of legends, some of them claiming to date back to the Flood – supposedly, the ancient Quileutes tied their canoes to the tops of the tallest trees on the mountain to survive like Noah and the Ark." He smiled. "Another legend claims that we descended from wolves – and that the wolves are our brothers still. It's against tribal law to kill them. Then there are the stories about the cold ones." His voice dropped a little lower.

"The cold ones?" I asked surprised. Was it possible that he knew about the Cullens?

"Yes. There are stories of the cold ones as old as the wolf legends, and some much more recent. According to legend, my own great-grandfather knew some of them. He was the one who made the treaty that kept them off our land." He rolled his eyes.

"Your great-grandfather?" I encouraged. I was intrigued now. I wanted to know what he knew.

"He was a tribal elder, like my father. You see, the cold ones are the natural enemies of the wolf – well, not the wolf, really, but the wolves that turn into men, like our ancestors. You would call them werewolves."

I stared at Jacob. Surely, he couldn't mean the real werewolves. That wasn't something people would be proud of. Jacob certainly sounded like it was something cool.

"So werewolves have enemies?" I asked, forcing myself to pay attention again.

"Only one."

He paused dramaticaly.

"So you see," Jacob continued, "the cold ones are traditionally our enemies. But this pack that came to our territory during my great-grandfather's time was different. They didn't hunt the way others of their kind did – they weren't supposed to be dangerous to the tribe. So my great-grandfather made a truce with them. If they would promise to stay off our lands, we wouldn't expose them to the pale-faces." He winked at me.

"If they weren't dangerous, then why…?" I asked so he would think I was completely clueless.

"There's always a risk for humans to be around the cold ones, even if they're civilized like this clan was. You never know when they might get too hungry to resist." He deliberately worked a thick edge of menace into his tone.

"What do you mean, civilized?" I was still playing dumb.

"They claimed that they didn't hunt humans. They supposedly were somehow able to prey on animals instead."

"But what are they?" I asked, just to be sure that Jacob's supposed legends corresponded with my knowledge about the vampires.

He smiled darkly.

"Blood drinkers," he replied in a chilling voice. "Your people call them vampires."

So the Quileutes knew about vampires. Or at least the elders did. Jacob clearly thought it was just a legend, one of the scary stories he could tell his friends. And the Quileutes themselves had some magic in them, if the other story about the wolves was true. But they couldn't be the real werewolves, only some kind of shape-shifters. I wondered if they knew about wizards.

"You want to know the best part?" he asked in a mysterious tone.

"Sure."

"You know the Doctor Cullen family?"

Here we go, I thought.

"Yes."

"Well, it's them. The cold ones. Or at least that's what the legend says."

"Wow," I said, pretending to be shocked. "I knew they were different, but vampires?"

"Pretty crazy stuff, isn't it? No wonder my dad doesn't want us to talk about it to anyone."

"Don't worry, I won't give you away," I promised. I was pretty good at keeping secrets.

"I guess I just violated the treaty." He laughed.

"I'll take it to the grave," I said, smiling.

"Seriously, though, don't say anything to Charlie. He was pretty mad at my dad when he heard that some of us weren't going to the hospital since Dr. Cullen started working there."

"I won't, of course not."

After Billy and Jacob left, I said good night to Charlie and went straight to bed. I felt strangely tired and Jacob's stories gave me a lot to think about. Just when I pulled the enchanted galleon out of my pocket to put it on my bedside table as usual, something happened. The galleon started to burn and a few words appeared on the lower side of the coin. It said: "Happy birthday. GW."