Ashes in the Breeze-
Chapter 1-
Nessie's POV
Disclaimer: I do not own any copyrighted characters besides the one I made up.
Written By Nessie Potter and Future-Alice-Witlock
Chapter 1: The Fight and Trip to Gringotts
"Huh. I can see what everyone has been going on about. You stink, Jacob."
- Bella Swan- Cullen
"Jacob Ephraim Black! Will you SHUT UP?" I screamed, and used my powers to show him a picture of me all bloody and scarred and with red eyes. That shut him up instantly...
"What Nessie? Do you want to tell me how everything will be alright and how you can go to that freak school? You won't be my Nessie anymore-", he was about to finish but I interrupted.
"FREAK SCHOOL? Freak school that I am GOING too? That's smart coming from you. You are a shapeshifter. You are as much of a freak as I am Black! I can't take you anymore. You are a biased, arrogant jerk and don't deserve my time!" I turned away and then Jake fell to the floor, clutching his chest.
"Nessie! The imprint… It's broken. When you and I both said those things and managed mean was we said, it didn't hold us together anymore, since we couldn't try to hold onto it ourselves" he said, sadness in his eyes, "Go. I will still love you with all my heart and soul, even if we aren't held together by weird magic. Send me letters? You still love me right?"
"Jake, we have been threw a lot together, but if we aren't held together by WEIRD magic then, I don't need to love you." I said, confident and furious. "Mommy, Daddy, Grandpa Carlisle and Grandma Esme, set up the chimney flu so it goes to Diagon Alley."
Even though I lost imprint, I would not let that ruin my day.
"Put the ashes in the palm of your hand. Is everyone ready? Let's go" I hollered above Jake's howling in the front yard. We climbed into the chimney and threw the ashes to the ground. A big, green cloud of smoke consumed all of us.
"Wow...", the Cullens all said at once.
"So this is real! Daddy, can we get my wand first?" I asked, stuck on the fairytales with witches on brooms and cauldrons and can cast spells with their wands.
"Sweetie, first we need to transfer our money to galleons, knuts, and sickles at Gringotts Wizarding Bank" my dad said, thinking on his second thinking track. His mind still on the magic, was the same for the rest of the family. Well, except Aunt Rose and Uncle Emmi ( He loathes the name, but being his favorite neice gives me some advantage, right?), after moving from Forks two years ago, they moved to Maine, and we moved to New England.
"Oh right, money. Guess I forgot about that." I said, embarrassed at my childishness.
"It's okay Renesmee. I nearly forgot as well." my mother said, obviously on the right state of mind.
Goblins are not human nor animal, so they were both intrigued by us and also wanted to hide.
"Hello. I would like to set up a vault." Grandpa Carlisle said, in his official doctor voice he used when he wanted people to understand his point.
"Yes, sir. Name please?" the goblin named Griphook asked in the same operator tone as every other goblin.
"Well, my son here was adopted and we think may have had magical parents. Can you see if there is anything under Mason?"
"Mason? As of Elizabeth Mason?" Griphook asked astounded.
" Yes, that would be it. Can we enter? My granddaughter is going to Hogwarts right before Christmas break." Grandpa asked.
" Yes."