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Bella Goes Back to Hogwarts
"Bella, we're leaving."
I took a deep breath, too. This was an acceptable option. I thought I was prepared. But I still had to ask.
"Why now? Another year–"
"Bella, it's time. How much longer could we stay in Forks, after all? Carlisle can barely pass for thirty and he's claiming thirty-three now. We'd have to start over soon regardless."
His answer confused me. I thought the point of leaving was to let his family live in peace.Why did we have to leave if they were going? I stared at him, trying to understand what hemeant.
He stared back coldly.
With a roll of nausea, I realized I'd misunderstood.
"When you saywe–," I whispered.
"I mean my family and myself." Each word separate and distinct.
I shook my head back and forth mechanically, trying to clear it. He waited without any sign of impatience. It took a few minutes before I could speak.
"Okay," I said. "I'll come with you."
"You can't, Bella. Where we're going… It's not the right place for you."
"Where you are is the right place for me."
"I'm no good for you, Bella."
"Don't be ridiculous." I wanted to sound angry, but it just sounded like I was begging."You're the very best part of my life."
"My world is not for you," he said grimly.
"What happened with Jasper–that was nothing, Edward! Nothing!"
"You're right," he agreed. "It was exactly what was to be expected."
"You promised! In Phoenix, you promised that you would stay–"
"As long as that was best for you," he interrupted to correct me.
"No! This is about my soul, isn't it?" I shouted, furious, the words exploding out ofme–somehow it still sounded like a plea. "Carlisle told me about that, and I don't care,Edward. I don't care! You can have my soul. I don't want it without you–it's yours already!"
He took a deep breath and stared, unseeingly, at the ground for a long moment. His mouthtwisted the tiniest bit. When he finally looked up, his eyes were different, harder–like theliquid gold had frozen solid.
"Bella, I don't want you to come with me." He spoke the words slowly and precisely, his cold eyes on my face, watching as I absorbed what he was really saying.
There was a pause as I repeated the words in my head a few times, sifting through them fortheir real intent.
"You… don't… want me?" I tried out the words, confused by the way they sounded, placed in that order.
I stared, uncomprehending, into his eyes. He stared back without apology. His eyes were like topaz–hard and clear and very deep. I felt like I could see into them for miles and miles, yet nowhere in their bottomless depths could I see a contradiction to the word he'd spoken.
"Well, that changes things." I was surprised by how calm and reasonable my voice sounded. It must be because I was so numb. I couldn't realize what he was telling me. It still didn't make any sense.
He looked away into the trees as he spoke again. "Of course, I'll always love you… in a way. But what happened the other night made me realize that it's time for a change. Because I'm…tiredof pretending to be something I'm not, Bella. I am not human." He looked back, and the icy planes of his perfect face werenothuman. "I've let this go on much too long, and I'm sorry for that."
"Don't." My voice was just a whisper now; awareness was beginning to seep through me,trickling like acid through my veins. "Don't do this."
He just stared at me, and I could see from his eyes that my words were far too late. Healready had.
"You're not good for me, Bella." He turned his earlier words around, and so I had noargument. How well I knew that I wasn't good enough for him.
I opened my mouth to say something, and then closed it again. He waited patiently, his facewiped clean of all emotion. I tried again.
"If… that's what you want."
He nodded once.
My whole body went numb. I couldn't feel anything below the neck.
"I would like to ask one favor, though, if that's not too much," he said.
I wonder what he saw on my face, because something flickered across his own face inresponse. But, before I could identify it, he'd composed his features into the same serenemask.
"Anything," I vowed, my voice faintly stronger.
As I watched, his frozen eyes melted. The gold became liquid again, molten, burning downinto mine with an intensity that was overwhelming.
"Don't do anything reckless or stupid," he ordered, no longer detached. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"
I nodded helplessly.
His eyes cooled, the distance returned. "I'm thinking of Charlie, of course. He needs you.Take care of yourself–for him."
I nodded again. "I will," I whispered.
He seemed to relax just a little.
"And I'll make you a promise in return," he said. "I promise that this will be the last timeyou'll see me. I won't come back. I won't put you through anything like this again. You cango on with your life without any more interference from me. It will be as if I'd never existed."
My knees must have started to shake, because the trees were suddenly wobbling. I could hear the blood pounding faster than normal behind my ears. His voice sounded farther away.
He smiled gently. "Don't worry. You're human–your memory is no more than a sieve. Time heals all wounds for your kind."
"And your memories?" I asked. It sounded like there was something stuck in my throat, like I was choking.
"Well"–he hesitated for a short second–"I won't forget. Butmykind… we're very easilydistracted." He smiled; the smile was tranquil and it did not touch his eyes.
He took a step away from me. "That's everything, I suppose. We won't bother you again."
The plural caught my attention. That surprised me; I would have thought I was beyondnoticing anything.
"Alice isn't coming back," I realized. I don't know how he heard me–the words made nosound–but he seemed to understand.
He shook his head slowly, always watching my face.
"No. They're all gone. I staved behind to tell you goodbye."
"Alice is gone?" My voice was blank with disbelief.
"She wanted to say goodbye, but I convinced her that a clean break would be better for you."
I was dizzy; it was hard to concentrate. His words swirled around in my head, and I heard the doctor at the hospital in Phoenix, last spring, as he showed me the X-rays.You can see it's a clean break, his finger traced along the picture of my severed bone.That's good. It will heal more easily, more quickly.
I tried to breathe normally. I needed to concentrate, to find a way out of this nightmare.
"Goodbye, Bella," he said in the same quiet, peaceful voice.
"Wait!" I choked out the word, reaching for him, willing my deadened legs to carry meforward.
I thought he was reaching for me, too. But his cold hands locked around my wrists andpinned them to my sides. He leaned down, and pressed his lips very lightly to my forehead for the briefest instant. My eyes closed.
"Take care of yourself," he breathed, cool against my skin.
There was a light, unnatural breeze. My eyes flashed open. The leaves on a small vine maple shuddered with the gentle wind of his passage.
He was gone.
I don't know how long I tried to follow him, even though I knew it was useless. Once I tripped and fell to the ground, that's when I realized how tried I was only enough energy to apparate once. Surely Charlie would understand after all he was a Squib, and Renee was a witch; both of them were best friends with my mother.
You're probably wondering who I am, well I'm Isabella Marie Lily Potter, daughter to James and Lily Potter, and twin sister to Harry Potter. Together we're the twins that lived; you may think I just turned eighteen, but really I just turned fifteen. You know how I love the book Wuthering Heights well really that was my defence against the dark arts textbook so I didn't fall too far behind in my classes. And for what I look like, well I'm the exact opposite of Harry, I look exactly like my mother with my father's eyes, I'm also a Metamorphmagus, like Tonks or Nymphadora, but hey I never said that, she absolutely hates the name. And with a loud CRACK! I was standing in the middle of the great hall and dinner looks like it had just ended. Bloody hell, people are staring at me. I take a look at my friends sitting at the Gryffindor table and I see Fred and George jump up screaming "That was bloody brilliant!" and everyone expect the Slytherin's start clapping.
"SCLIENCE!" Dumbledore all but screamed.
"Now Bella, I understand you would like to catch up with your brother and friends, and you must be hungry; and if you're anything like your father, you know where the kitchens are." Dumbledore said calmly and his eyes glistening with excitement.
"No, professor I don't." I lied smoothly, but Dumbledore was better, he lowered his glasses and gave me a look that stated he knew better. I sighed
"Yes, Professor I do."
"Very well, off with the six of you." Dumbledore said smoothly.
"Six, Professor?" Harry asked
"I assume Mr. Malfoy would like to catch up with your sister as well." Dumbledore said as I looked over to Draco and gave him the best smile I could, and I think it looked like my heart hadn't been broken, but with the look he gave me I didn't really do well. Everyone stood up that was going to the kitchens but Dumbledore stopped us right before you got to the doors.
"Stop! Before you all leave to go back to your common rooms, I have and announcement, tomorrow seven vampires will be coming to the school." Lound whispers filled the room and he said this and soon it became overwelming. "SCILENCE!"
"These vampires are completely safe a spell has been put on them so they will never want to drink a humans blood, even farther before they even came the were what they call vegetarians, they only drank from they blood of animals." Half way through the speech I ran out tears spilling down my cheeks. Once I got far enough away I slid down a wall and lost myself in sobbing. I felt somebody's arms wrap around me and they were the last persons I ever thought that they belonged to. Professor Snape's arms were the ones comferting me, I leaned into his chest and cried for another half hour.
"I – I thought you hated me." I said a little lightheaded from all the crying I did.
"I never hated you or Harry but I have to act like I do because well . . . you know I am a former death eater, and right now I'm only loyal to Dumbledore. I could never hate you, you and Harry both are you much like your mother it's not even funny, sure I never cared for your father but in all honesty I was just jealous of him because he was always the one that got everything he wanted. I hated him till the day he died, but that day I realized something not everything you want in life is given to you the way you want it to happen, you have to work for it. Now this conversation never happened do you understand me?"
"Yes sir." I smiled
"Now tell me what happened why did you run out?"
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