•His English Rose• {Harry Potter X Twilight crossover}

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Chapter Three - Consequences

NOVA was frozen. Her entire body was filled with ice as she stared at Jasper. His face twisted in a hungry fury, gone were his soft golden eyes, replaced by black irises that seemed like endless tunnels. Nova felt Carlisle shift as her protective bubble fell; Carlisle had handed her to Rosalie and along with a struggling Emmett had locked a snarling Jasper into a stronghold; It was a struggle but the pair managed it. 

"It's okay Jasper" Alice was attempting to soothe her husband, her delicate little hands on either side of his cheek." it's just a little blood" At the word 'blood' Alice's voice drifted off as she slowly turned to stare at Bella. Nova also spins, her eyes drifting to the teen; Bella was curled on the floor her hand holding her bloody arm, blood poured from the injury of her flying into the side table. There was so much blood that even Nova could smell it. It was like an electric shock had awakened the witch as she approached Bella, ongoing Edward's warning growls. "Get my son out of here" She ordered to Emmett; her voice tight and laced with anger at the situation.

"Carlisle, I need you" She didn't bother turning around, she just assessed Bella's injury "NOW" She snapped out loudly as she failed to hear movement behind her; Her shout seemed to have awakened the Cullen's from their trance and everyone shifted.

"Rosalie" Came Carlisle's soft voice; He handed Jasper to his eldest daughter and the pair along with Alice had struggled but managed to get Jasper out of the house and into the forest. 

"Edward you too" She replied harshly- she didn't mean to come across as harsh but she saw how much he was struggling. "Now" She ordered the vampire "She is your singer, she'll be in more danger with you hovering like a blue-arsed fly around shit" Edward took a look at Carlisle and Nova before ignoring Bella completely and following his siblings out of the room. Carlisle sighed before looking towards his lover 

"Alice needs to see us" Carlisle commented as Nova pulled her wand from her long blonde hair. "We need to keep an eye on what happens next" Nova sighed before nodding and placing it back in her hair. The two lovers then helped Bella to her feet and to the kitchen where Carlisle had begun to pick the glass from the pale girl's skin. 

"I sure can kill a party" Nova snorts as she watches Carlisle effortlessly pick out the glass; putting it inside a bowl with a small repetitive clanging. 

"It's not your fault" Carlisle explains "Jasper hasn't been away from human blood as long as the rest of us" 

"And he is an empath, he had all of his brothers and sister's hunger slammed into him as well - it was more than my son could manage" Nova pointed out "Especially since you are Edward's singer" Carlisle's head snapped to hers, she could see the gears spinning in his mind as the realisation had come to him - guilt had also echoed in his darkening eyes. Bella however looked to Carlisle 

"It seems like you are the only one who doesn't get affected by it" Bella commented and Carlisle smiled bashfully at her 

"Centuries of practice" he stated; She shared a look with Nova and she smiled, worry for her son still echoing on her face as she watched, Carlisle could see that her mind wasn't with them at this moment but worried for her son "Nova, my love, why don't you check in on the children...they'll need their mother"

Nova nodded and pressed her lips to Carlisle's cheek before rushing from the kitchen; she had found them outside on the edge of the forest Jasper was pacing, the trees around him had been broken. Blood splattered against his jumper as he clearly, had a messy hunt. Rosalie and Edward were clearly in a heated argument - which she engored her eyes settling on her blonde son.

"Ma" He replied tears in his freshly golden eyes; they wouldn't fall but the guilty look on his pale face had broken Nova's heart "Ma I am sorry" he sobbed. Nova rushed past Alice and hugged Jasper as tight as she could she hushed him soothing him by running a hand through his golden locks as they fell to their knees in the wet grass.