Don't own Twilight, and I blame other authors for this fandom and the TwilightxHarry Potter crossovers for getting me into this category.

Izzy POV

"Miss Hale?" the receptionist, Mrs. Cope, asks.

I refocus on her with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I'm just not feeling so great today," I offer, rubbing the crook of my left arm so show her what I can't say, even after the past two months of being her office aide since the start of this year.

She nods in understanding. "Do you need to go see the nurse, lay down for a bit?"

I shake my head. "I'll manage for the rest of the day."

The main door opens soon after I finish sorting through the paperwork for the student information the teachers are only now turning in, when this should have been taken care of by the end of last month. "How may I help you, Dr. Cullen?" she asks, and my head shoots up at the familiar name. the person I saw last year when I was sent to the ER after collapsing in my old school.

"Dr. Cullen?" I whisper, starting to smile as his eyes widen in recognition.

"Well, if it isn't Miss Isabella Hale?" he asks, shaking his head. "I didn't think I would be seeing you after that incident in the ER so soon."

I blush slightly, before pain in my chest forces me to cough. "It's good to see you again."

"The same for me." He then returns his attention to Mrs. Cope. "I have my five children to enroll here, to start next week. We just moved here and finally have almost everything settled."

Mrs. Cope turns to me, mouth open to order me to find the needed paperwork, before I roll my chair backwards to the file cabinet, riffling through the paperwork he will need, five copies of each. "Health info, car info, enrollment info, class registration, emergency info, list of classes with openings…" I rattle off, before turning around with a smile. "Yes, you are that predictable, Mrs. Cope." I grab a clipboard and envelope, stuffing everything but the enrollment forms in and sealing it shut.

She rolls her eyes at me. "Yes, anyway, if you can fill out the enrollment forms now, we can get on with getting your children registered, then focus on their specific courses." She hands over the paperwork with a smile. You can take the other forms and have the kids turn them in when they arrive, but we need their classes chosen as soon as possible."

Dr. Cullen nods. "I'll make sure they all do it as soon as possible."

He's only filling out the paperwork for the next half hour, before he leaves the paperwork with Mrs. Cope to begin entering into the system before turning to me. "How are you doing? Before you moved, I heard interesting results came from your bloodwork."

I shake my head. "I haven't been doing so well, lately. I have to leave early Fridays, and miss Mondays for treatments." At his look, I sigh. "Terminal, but it's been not as bad the past few weeks. Dr. Coleman is thinking I might be in remission soon if we keep up my current treatment plan."

He almost looks pained to hear it. "And you're only, what now, sixteen?"

"Almost sixteen, just in another two weeks."

He sighs. "How are your parents dealing with everything?"

I wince at that. "They're getting a divorce. Dad doesn't think we can afford it, and Mom won't give up on the idea of taking out a loan for my treatment."

"I'm sorry to hear that," he offers quietly.

I shrug at that, holding my elbow gently. "It's something that can't be helped. I've been expecting it for a while now, they've always been at each other's throats over the smallest things."

"Do you need to get away from them for a while?"

I shake my head. "I'm the only thing that keeps them from really getting vicious, if I leave they'll probably wind up doing something they may or may not regret in the long run."

"That's not the answer I wanted to hear." He hesitates for a moment. "Maybe you could come over for dinner sometime."

I snort at that. "A little ironic, considering we have different tastes for dinner," I jab lightly at him and his family's vampire diet.

He shrugs. "It would make Esme happy, and the kids would know somebody around here who might know how to avoid the drama."

I shake my head again. "I'll talk to Mom about it, she'll probably tell me to come over whenever I can. She doesn't like having me around the house when Dad's there anyway."

"Then should I just call and ask her now?"

"You can, but I have to eat lightly tonight, and I remember you saying something about Esme loving to cook giant meals randomly," I cave easily, knowing home isn't exactly the healthiest environment anyway.

He smiles brightly at that, and Mrs. Cope blushes as she glances up. "You can leave early, since you aren't feeling so great," she whispers to me. "I'll make your excuses?"

I roll my eyes. "It would only be a little early, barely an hour…" I mutter, before shrugging. "Okay, I'll just text Mom to let her know. But I'm gonna need a lift home, if it won't be too much trouble, Dr. Cullen."

"I'll take care of it," he assures me, before I pack up my work as quickly as I can, having sent Mom the message of my evening plans. Just as I finish up, she sends me a text saying to be careful and be home before ten. I nod to Dr. Cullen, and wave goodbye to Mrs. Cope.

Edward POV

Alice stares off into space, and I jump on the chance to watch her latest vision with her.

A pale girl with long dirty-blonde hair and is only a few inches taller than Alice, and almost underweight, smiles gently at a future version of myself from the couch, watching and listening to me playing the piano. She has an IV in her arm, and dark shadows under her eyes, and her eyes flutter, struggling to stay awake even as Rosalie, of all people, wraps her in a blue fleece blanket.

I look over and smile at her from the piano. "Go to sleep, you're tired." I notice this version of myself is happier, almost lighter with a spark in my eyes, lively even.

"I don't wanna sleep though," she mutters, her voice soft and gentle, but gravelly with exhaustion. Her eyes are almost the same dark blue as the evening sky as the stars first come out, tired but determined to remain open to listen to the music.

"You need your rest, Izzy," Rosalie chastises her, fluffing a small pillow before settling it on the armrest next to the girl.

Even as she opens her mouth to argue, Jasper comes into the room. The Rosalie in the vision gives him a pointed look, and he turns his gaze onto the uncooperative human, using his empathic ability to send her waves of calm, easing her into sleep. "Thanks, Jasper," the other version of myself murmurs, continuing to play the song.

"Anything to help your mate, Edward," he whispers, the usual pained expression he wears around humans due to their scent not present in the slightest.

Alice giggles, and I can't help but grin. "You're going to find your mate soon, Edward!" she cheers, hugging Jasper tightly. "Rosalie is going to adore her, and I think you'll like her too, Jasper!"

Esme and Rosalie come into the living room from the dining room. "It better not be a human," Rosalie growls.

Alice frowns. "I think you might actually be related to her though, Rose. She looks a little like you. But I don't know her last name."

"I do believe I did have two younger brothers," she muses, before turning to Alice again. "When?"

"Soon," she answers cryptically, before we all perk up at hearing Carlisle's car pull into the driveway. "I can't wait to tell Carlisle!"

Jasper freezes a second before the rest of us do. "He's brought a human with him," he whispers, eyes wide with worry.

Esme frowns. "I'll meet them outside," she mutters, racing to the front door, but walking at a human pace once she gets outside. We all continue to listen as she starts speaking with Carlisle. "What's going on, Carlisle?"

"Her parents aren't providing the healthiest environment for her at the moment, and she has her mother's permission to have dinner here. She already knows what we are, she's the patient I told you all about a year ago." Rosalie stiffens at that, and I remember all too well that day he came home frowning about that case.

He comes into the house, not his usual self as he drops off his briefcase in his office before calling all of us into the living room for a family meeting.

"One of the ER patients, the one that collapsed in the middle of the day, she knows what we are," he informs us hurriedly.

Jasper and Rosalie tense at this. "What do we do about her?" she asks a moment later. I can tell she only asks because she doesn't want the Volturi coming after us, the same as the rest of us.

"Nothing," Carlisle answers calmly. "Her surname is Hale, and I have reason to believe she may have some distant relation to you, Rose. It would only make sense that she would know, since you went back to give a letter to your family to give them closure. They would have enough hints, and this girl, Isabella, has enough brains to know that every myth and rumor has a grain of truth. She figured me out pretty quickly, truth be told."

"Humans aren't supposed to know about us!" Jasper growls, while I remain silent in contemplation, wondering at the faint smell coming from Carlisle that is almost… entrancing. "How can we just let her go with that knowledge?"

My Sire levels us each with a stern glare. "We do nothing. She is the only one to have us figured out, and she's moving soon, once the results of her bloodwork are rechecked." He looks at me oddly for a moment, but I can't hear his inner thoughts since he's blocking me with thinking about the latest edition of his medical journal. "We are moving next year as it is. She won't bring any danger to us, she's promised her silence on the matter."

I catch a whiff of that same, tantalizing scent that I got off of Carlisle last year, slightly stronger now that the source is here, but it's tainted with something, like sickness or death. Beneath that, it's like the sweetest flower and a little fruity, but I surprisingly don't feel the urge to drain this person, but rather protect her.

"Well, I guess. But what about the kids?"

"I think we'll all be alright. She doesn't smell like most, due to her condition. There won't be any problems, since we all went hunting last night," he assures Esme, as their footfalls, and the heartbeat, come closer to the door.

I watch as Jasper frowns, and I see from his thoughts that he has no problems with the scent of this human. But what condition is Carlisle talking about?"

"It's nice to meet you, sweetie, I'm Esme. What's your name?" Esme asks gently, and I see from her thoughts that the girl she's with is clearly not in the best condition.

"Isabella Hale, Mrs. Cullen. It's nice to meet you too," she answers lightly, her voice almost like music to my ears.

"Please, that makes me feel old. Just call me Esme," she insists, just as the door opens. "Everyone, living room," she calls to the rest of us.

Rose and Emmett race down the stairs, and they're both sitting in the loveseat before our 'parents' and guest make it to the room. Carlisle is the one to make introductions as I stare at the girl from Alice's vision. When he says my name, she smiles at me, even though it seems a bit strained.

Seeing this, I move over to her, guiding her to the couch. "It's nice to meet everyone," she greets in a quiet way, and I can see that she's more than a little shy, but also not feeling well. But she doesn't recoil from my cold touch, but rather almost leans into it.

I make no complaints, though Rosalie clearly has something to say. "Are you related to Garrett Hale?"

She looks almost surprised at the question. "Yeah, Great-Grandpa Garrett, he's Dad's Grandpa. He died when I was little, but he said he wished he knew what happened to his big sister, that's all I really remember about him."

Rose almost smiles at that. "He was my little brother, you know. I guess that makes you my three times over great-niece."

Alice grins at the protective glint in her sister's eyes. "What a nice family reunion!"

Isabella starts laughing, only to start coughing, deep and painful coughs that I know can't be good. I rub her back gently as Esme rushes off to get her a glass of water, while Carlisle comes over to kneel in front of her, from what I can tell listening closely to her lungs as she tries to breathe properly. He accepts the glass filled with water and holds it out for her, which she takes once she's taking shallow breaths.

"What is her condition?" Rose asks, too quietly for her distant relative.

"Cancer," he answers in the same tone, and if I could pale any more, I would.

My mate? Cancer? Dying?