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Another Myth to Live Through

The Cullens, an immortal family of vampires, have protected themselves by hiding from the world. That will change forever when magic enters their lives. But what seems at first to be a new opportunity may just cause a new set of troubles. A Twilight / Harry Potter Crossover that takes place post-Breaking Dawn and during the Trio's sixth year.


3. Tutoring and Lessons from Jake

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Chapter 3: Tutoring, and Lessons from Jake

Bella's Point of View

We 'woke up' around five thirty and were the first to enter the Common Room. The Common Room slowly filled up as the other students woke up and readied themselves for their first day of the new school year. Nessie walked into the Common Room at around seven. She immediately came over to us.

"This is going to be a painful year socially." She said.

"Why would you say that?" I asked.

"I tried talking with the other kids in my year, but it's like talking to a ten year old." Nessie said, "They hardly understood anything I said, and when I broke it down into simpler words they'd understand, they didn't have anything intelligent to say."

"Oh. I hadn't thought of that. You're going to be expected to act like an eleven year old. Not that you should." I added quickly, seeing the look on her face.

Edward and I thought for a moment, and he said, "I'm sorry, but I think you're just going to have to grin and bear it for now Nessie."

She didn't look happy, but we were spared further argument by the approach of Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"Hi guys," Hermione said, "Do you want to join us for breakfast?"

"I'm not really hungry," I said, "But I'll come sit with you guys."

The rest of my family followed my lead, and we went down to the Great Hall. McGonagall was walking around, handing out class schedules. She came around to us, and handed each of us a schedule. Surprisingly, a number of the spots were blank.

"Professor, why are there some many blanks on the schedule?" I asked.

"Because of your unique situation and the fact that you need tutoring, any slot that would normally be filled by an elective was left blank to provide time for you to find tutoring. Once you get up to the level of the other students, you can choose elective courses and enter them."

"Will we need to find tutors on our own, or will we be assigned them?" Edward asked.

"I'm sure you will have no problems finding a skilled tutor." McGonagall replied, with a slight smirk.

From across the table, we heard Ron exclaim, "Honestly? Our free periods don't line up at all?"

As McGonagall walked away, I heard her chuckle so softly, that only a vampire would be able to hear. Getting the hint, I turned to Hermione.

"So, when is your free period?" I asked.

"I actually have a free first thing this morning. Normally I'd be taking a class, but Harry and Ron convinced me that having free time would good and at the least would give me reading time." She said.

"That's funny, my siblings and I all have free periods first as well."

"I heard McGonagall say something about you guys needing tutors. I'd be happy to help." Hermione offered without me needing to do any prodding.

"That would be great. Where should we meet?"

"The Common Room will work. Depending on how much help you need, we might move to an empty classroom."

"We need a lot of help. Believe me; compared to the rest of the people here it will be like we've never done magic."

Harry entered the conversation at that point, "If you think you need that much help, when is your next free period after that?"

"Third, right after..." I check the schedule, "Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"I have mine then too. I can give you a hand too if you want."

"That would be great." I said.

'Dumbledore must really like us,' I thought, 'Arranging the schedules to let us be tutored by people we've already met.'

I read over the rest of my schedule, which ended up being identical to that of my siblings and Edward. My first, third, and fifth periods were free. Quite conveniently, Ron also had a free period during fifth period. My second period was Defense Against the Dark Arts, my fourth was Potions, and my last was History of Magical Races. So I had plenty of free time to get up to snuff and still got to see Jacob daily.

Nessie was not as lucky because she had no free periods. That was unsurprising because she was in First Year, and not expected to have any knowledge of magic already, but it meant we wouldn't see each other during the day. She had Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, History of Magical Races, and the general History course.

When breakfast ended, Harry and Ron left for their first class, and Hermione and my family headed for the Common Room.

Once we reached the Common Room, Hermione seemed to become an entirely different person. Her voice became immediately authoritative, much like a teacher's.

"Okay," she said, "How much do you already know and what do you need to catch up on?"

We were slow to speak, but Edward offered, "Well, we can levitate things, but that's about it."

Hermione seemed shocked, "Didn't they teach anything at the school in Salem?"

Edward remained our spokesperson, "Well, we didn't really attend school all that much. The Headmaster was, shall we say, hesitant to allow foster children to come to the school. He didn't trust us."

"That's horrible." Hermione said, "But there isn't much we can do about it now. I guess I'll just have to whip you all into shape."

After that we got right to work. Hermione was a great teacher, and by the end of the hour we had all made considerable progress.

"Good job," Hermione said, "You're all really fast learners. I think if we go at this rate, you'll be ready by the end of next week."

We left the Common Room, and walked towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. We met Harry and Ron on the way, and Hermione explained to them everything she had gone over with us, so they knew where to pick up from when they tutored us.

We entered the classroom, and took our seats. I sat with Edward, Alice sat with Jasper, and Emmett sat with Rosalie. Hermione, Ron, and Harry sat in front of us. There was a kind looking man at the front of the class, though the robes he wore were slightly tattered.

"Hello class," he said, "I am Professor Lupin. I believe most of you may remember me from when I taught here three years ago. Dumbledore believed, against the Ministry's wishes, that it would be best for me to educate you in Defense Against the Dark Arts. He did however want me to inform you that I am a werewolf. Dumbledore believes that in my being open about my condition it can help remove any prejudices you may have against others, thereby helping us to unite against the Dark Lord."

Edward spoke so only our family could hear. "So this is the werewolf that Dumbledore was talking about. He doesn't look much like Jake. He definitely isn't as big or as muscled."

"Yeah," I said, "We'll have to ask Jacob if he's talked to him yet."

One of the advantages of being a vampire was the fact that we could hold small conversations like this unnoticed, and so quickly that we didn't miss anything.

"Today," Lupin continued, "We will be doing a review of what you should have learned over the past five years. We'll start with a simple disarming spell, shall we? But let's have a little fun with it, and make it like a duel. First to disarm their opponent wins. To start, let's go with... Ron, you and... What's your name?" Lupin asked, looking at Emmett.

"Emmett Cullen." he replied.

"Ah yes, one of the exchange students," Lupin said, "Dumbledore told me about you. Well up you get. Now remember, disarming spells only. Now, begin."

Harry quickly pointed his wand at Emmett and shouted, "Expelliarmus!" A bolt of red light shot towards Emmett, but he side stepped it, much too quickly for a normal human, at the last second.

"Watch yourself Emmett, try and keep it within human limits." Edward said under his breath.

Emmett nodded almost imperceptibly, raised his wand and said, "Expelliarmus." Another bolt of red light, this time from Emmett's wand shot across the room. Harry dodged it easily however and fired another spell at Emmett.

Emmett, trying to maintain an illusion of being human tried to move, but was hit by the spell. His was went flying out of his hand and towards Harry.

"I see your old school didn't put much emphasis on dueling," Lupin said. "Next, why don't we have Hermione, and Parvati?"

Their duel was equally one sided, Hermione being the far better dueler. The class continued until the bell rang. None of us were given a chance to duel after Emmett. Lupin probably didn't want to embarrass us. Hermione and Ron went to their next class, while Harry and the rest of us returned to the Common Room.

Harry had us work on the rudiments of dueling, and by the time lunch came, Alice, being small and nimble, was able to manage to last five minutes against Harry.

We went down to the Great Hall and met up with Ron, Hermione, and Nessie. Nessie was enjoying her first day, though she hated the Potions Professor, Snape. It also sounded as if despite the fact that her classmates were not nearly as mature or intelligent as her, she had made a few friends.

About halfway through lunch, Ron commented, "Aren't you guys hungry? I haven't seen you eat since we've gotten here."

"He's getting suspicious. It would be best to eat something to make sure he doesn't worry too much about it." Edward said quietly.

"I guess I could do with something to eat," he said, and he picked up an apple.

I followed Edward's lead, reaching for a pear. As I did so, one of the many candles in the Great Hall glinted of the ring I was wearing on my hand.

"That's a pretty ring," Hermione commented, "Where did you get it?"

I was stuck. I didn't want to lie to one of my few new friends, but I couldn't exactly tell her that I was married to Edward. But, there was no way around it.

I thought for a moment, and said, "I'm not sure where it's from. I've had it as long as I can remember. A memento of my parents."

"Oh," she said, "It's nice that you have something that belonged to your parents. Even if you didn't know them."

I nodded in agreement. Hermione seemed incredibly smart. Scarily so. I wondered how long it would take her to figure out that there was something different about me and my family. As I thought, the lunch hour ended, and we headed to Potions.

The Potions classroom was a rather depressing place, which was unsurprising because it was located in the dungeons of the Castle. We found seats, and a few moments later, the Professor, a slim man with oily, greasy, black hair, entered.

"There will be no introductions because even those halfwits among you should know me by now. I do not care who you are, or... what," he sneered at me and my family, "You are. You will all be held to the same exacting standards. We will be making a Befuddlement Draught today. The instructions are on the board. Begin."

Edward and I looked at the board and saw the instructions. Edward went to the closet to get the supplies while I prepared the cauldron. After forty five minutes of preparation, we had a liquid that looked, smelled, gave off a vapor exactly as was described in the book.

"Step away from your cauldrons." Professor Snape announced.

He began walking around the classroom assessing each pair's potion.

"Very good mister Malfoy, this potion is perfect. Fifty points to Slytherin."

Snape continued walking, "Inadequate as usual mister Potter twenty points from Gryffindor."

Harry looked relieved at this, though I was utterly confused. Harry's potion looked exactly like Malfoy's did.

Snape eventually got to our table. "Ah, mister and miss... Cullen. Your... creation is a travesty to the fine art of potion brewing. One hundred points from Gryffindor. Each."

I was outraged. Our potion was perfect. Edward and I had followed the instructions to the letter, and the potion looked identical to Malfoy's perfect potion.

I was about to protest, but Edward whispered, "He's trying to goad us, ignore him."

The class ended, and we left the dungeon.

"What's his problem?" I asked Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Harry looked perplexed, "I'm not sure. Normally he's only grossly unfair to me. I don't know what problem he has with you."

Harry and Hermione left for class, and Ron took us to the Common Room. He explained to us a bit about household spells that his mother had taught him, though he didn't seem to have any of them quite mastered. He spent most of the time talking about the various adventures he, Harry, and Hermione had gotten into over the past few years. Even though Ron obviously omitted some large details, it was astounding all the things that had happened to them.

Our final free hour of the day ended, and we made our way to our last class. History of Magical Races with Professor Black.

We walked in, and Jacob was in the front of the class looking very uncomfortable in his robes. He looked uncomfortable in general. He wasn't used to being in front of a bunch of students, trying to teach a subject he knew little about.

"Hello class," he began, "My name is Jacob. You can call me that, Jake, or Professor Black, whichever you choose. Since I'm a new teacher here, I figured I'd let you ask a few questions before I started teaching."

I chuckled at how obvious it was that Jake was unaccustomed to speaking in front of a large group.

Hermione, being as curious as ever, raised her hand.

"Yes, umm..." Jake pointed at her.

"My name's Hermione Granger." Hermione offered.

"Yes, then. What's your question?

"You have a, unique, accent. Where are you from?"

Jake relaxed a bit at the easy question. "I'm from America. I was born in the La Push Reservation in Washington."

"So, you're a Native American?" another student asked.

"Yes I am," Jake replied.

A male student raised his hand and asked, "Do you play Quidditch? You have the perfect build for a beater."

"No, I don't play much Quidditch. I make a good Running Back in a football game though." At the students blank faces, Jacob added, "American non-magical sport."

The questions continued, and Jake successfully avoided having to actually teach any material. He did say that he was going to start tomorrow. I imagined that he was in for a long night at the library. When the bell rang, Edward and I hung back, telling Ron, Harry, and Hermione that we would meet them at dinner.

"Hey Jake," I said, "How was your first day of teaching?"

"Excruciating." He replied. He scowled when both Edward and I laughed. "I have no idea what I'm supposed to be teaching, I don't know any of this stuff."

"Maybe you could start by teaching common non-magic fairy tales, and then compare them to the reality?" I suggested.

"That's a good idea Bella. At least it will give me more time to learn some of this stuff." he said. "How's Nessie?" He added after a moment.

"Other than the fact that she isn't able to talk to her classmates as easily as she'd like," Edward said, "She's doing fine."

"That's good. I didn't get a chance to talk to her at all. It was horrible having her sitting right there but having to act like I didn't know her. Could you tell her to meet me in the Entrance Hall after dinner?"

We agreed, and went off to dinner. Our family had saved seats for us near Harry, Ron, and Hermione, so we sat down with them.

Hermione immediately launched into a string of questions about what we thought of the school so far, and then began explaining what she had planned to teach us over the next few weeks.

During dinner, Nessie disappeared. I assumed that she was talking with Jacob. We returned to the Common Room, and Edward and I went off into a corner of the room together.

We were chatting quietly, when suddenly, Edward said, "I was afraid that this would happen. Hermione's getting suspicious."

I was immediately concerned, "How much does she know?"

"Nothing yet, she just has an inkling that we aren't completely normal. If we want to release the information on our terms, we're going to have to do it sooner rather than later."

Edward told the rest of our family, speaking quickly and quietly so they would hear from across the room. Then we continued talking about insignificant things, until we were the only ones left in the Common Room.