DISCLAIMER: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer, while Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling.

~~INVITED~~

Summary: A year after the failed attempt to rescue Edward from Volterra, the Cullens and Bella got invited to the Yule Ball. Right inside the enchanting school of Hogwarts, will she run into love once again?

PROLOGUE

ALICE CULLEN:

Red or Blue? What color would best compliment Bella's skin today?

I sighed. I know blue is already out the choice and red is the one that I'll pick, but that's not because of my vision. It's just simply what's best. Solely, Blue would remind her of Edward more than anything and that is not something I wanted to do. I looked at the blue dress once again and sighed. It would be perfect for her, but this red one is not that bad, too, I convinced myself.

I removed the dress from the hanger and laid it on the bed before I shot a glance at Bella. She looked the same as the Bella who returned to Forks, but that's not the Bella who's stubborn, funny and sweet. She's not the Bella we left.

This one is just...

I don't even know.

"Bella, you should wear this today, it will look so pretty on you!" I said to her in the happiest tone I can muster, but it sounded gloomy, even to me.

She didn't reply, like she always does every time I choose her outfit. She used to stubbornly decline the clothes I pick for her and I used to try to persuade her. Now, she would just follow as I say. It was a change none of us ever liked. I watched as she removed the clothes I also picked for her last night and wordlessly put on the dress as I watched her with a pained smile on my face.

Ever since we came back from Italy she just became detached to everything there is. She wouldn't freely talk anymore without being asked. She wouldn't do her normal hobbies any longer. She wouldn't do anything that would remind her of him. Charlie even said it was worse than when we all left. She still screams when she sleeps and sometimes…even when she's awake. She always flinches every time we say anything that would remind her of him. After some time, we all learned not to mention his name.

Our course of action was to do things that would make everything easy on her and it was a very hard task. We always fail. We were forced to move Edward's piano to the attic for the sake of her sanity. We also locked up his room. The only thing we didn't do is hide her pictures with him. She wanted to keep them even though it hurts her. I remembered when Emmett asked her if she wanted to burn them, she threw a fit. Emmett didn't even have the guts to appease her since then.

All of us were worried for her, especially Charlie. He didn't even ground her when we came back, instead, he always sends Bella to stay with us, hoping that we could somehow 'bring her back to life.' Charlie didn't suggest Renee this time, because he knows Bella wouldn't take that too well. But he did mention Jacob Black, but she said Jacob ignored her and said that he doesn't want her to be his friend ever since he got sick with 'Mononucleosis,' which was his excuse when he turned into a werewolf.

None of us mentioned anything about the matter. But Jacob did come by at our house to talk to Bella when she came back. He wanted to talk to her, but she just said, "No more, Jacob, please." Then we never heard from him again.

I always remember how it all happened by a simple telephone call Edward made at the Police Station earlier that very day. A man answered saying, "The Chief is at the funeral," to him. I blamed myself for not seeing it sooner, for not getting to Bella sooner. I wasn't even able to explain to her properly until we got on the plane flying to Italy without any bags at all. I kept myself alert and made promises that if we were too late to save him, I'd drag her back to Forks without any question. And that's what I did. We went back after a failed attempt to rescue my brother.

"Alice, honey, it's time for Bella to eat!" Esme called from downstairs, removing me from my thoughts and my staring at Bella. I sighed and caught Bella's attention. She turned to me with blank, but searching eyes.

"Come on Bella, it's time for your lunch," I informed her. She didn't even nod, but silently followed me down the stairs.

Everyone was quiet. Rosalie was flipping a magazine in human pace, not even looking at the images. Emmett was playing chess with Jasper, both of them had the same dead expression and Esme kept wiping the unused dining table until you can see its natural color getting uneven. Carlisle was lucky he has something functional to do at the hospital today. It is summer here in Forks and there's nothing worth doing, because we already finished doing it seven months ago.

Bella just sat there, eating seven spoonful of her food before she picked on it. Esme asked her if she's finished, she nodded then approached and sat with me at the bottom of the staircase. We both watched Emmett lose to Jasper, losing the bet once again.

Then I suddenly had a vision: "Esme! Children! Look we all got invited to this ball!"

It was only five minutes behind the real thing.

I jumped up and down like a little kid during Christmas, excitement over pouring out of me. Jasper even tried to calm me but I just can't help it. It's been a year since I got excited like this. Emmett eagerly tried to wrestle me to stop but Jasper restrained him, causing them both to wrestle. Rosalie placed down her magazine and watched them with interest. Esme effectively stopped them by scolding at the boys for playing inside the house. The boys went outside to resume their match while Esme tried to calm me. But Bella got my full attention. She surprisingly had a small smile on her face, which quickly fuelled my thrill anticipation.

Then while hell suddenly broke lose inside the house, Carlisle busted the door open with the same expression as the one I had in my vision.

"Esme! Children! Look we all got invited to this ball!" Carlisle shouted, his voice echoed the whole house. In his hand was an odd looking letter. It was written in blue colored paper stamped with some kind of strange mark. And it was already open!

"Where's the ball taking place," Rosalie asked indifferently walking over us, but I know she's just as I excited as me. I could see it in her eyes. She just doesn't want to attend any boring dances her in Forks, especially if it'll take place in the Fork's Gym. But she, too, is dying to dress up so badly. I eagerly answered her even before Rosalie got the whole sentence out.

"It's not in Forks! It's not in Forks!" I continued jumping up and down as I twirled round and round. I even heard Bella laughed at me. Esme and Carlisle shot her a glance but didn't dare point it out. Rosalie kept watching me, her eyes skeptical, informing me that I have her undivided attention.

"Where then?" asked Jasper from outside, their footsteps getting nearer. The boys finally stopped their childish fight and decided to join us in the living room. They came in to view with mud all over their shirts—take note I need to get them change later. But I can't afford to be bothered right now.

"England! In England!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I felt a huge wave of calmness around me, but it didn't work of course.

"Really?" Emmett asked excitedly. I got a rapid vision of him riding something that seemed horse-like but with wings. It just made me more excited than before. We're seriously going there! Oh my! Oh my!

"Oh tell them Carlisle! Tell them NOW!" I screamed at him. I should get packed right now! What am I supposed to bring? Clothes, Clothes, Clothes—oh my I have to go shopping! We need to get ready for our Monday flight and there's not much time to pack! Only two more days! We also need to tell Charlie, of course, and then I have to get Bella ready. Then, oh my! We need to shop for clothes...

"Alright, Alice, calm down. Jasper, move her to the couch and make her stay there," Carlisle said then chuckled.

"Where in England, darling?" Esme walked over Carlisle, giving him a peck on the cheek. Rosalie seemed to be busy dusting of the dirt on Emmett's shirt to pay attention and of course Emmett was busying himself by staring at Rosalie's cleavage. Jasper restrained my shaking figure on the couch as I planned the thing I need to get done by exactly thirty-six hours, twenty minutes and fifty-five seconds. And Bella just watched us all with amusement.

I saw Carlisle beamed at Esme showing her his ultra white teeth before replying the one word we all had been dying to hear.

"Hogwarts."

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