Renesmee POV

Last week, if you had told me that I would have to attend a school for witches and wizards called Hogwarts to protect a boy named Harry Potter from an evil wizard known as Lord Voldemort, I would have laughed in your face. How was I supposed to know that you were telling the truth?

It had started when I was out hunting. Jake and I were seeing who could catch the most mountain lions in ten minutes. However, our compitition was cut short when my mother called me in early. This had never happened before, so, of course, I assumed the worst.

Jake and I ran as fast as we could, Jake slightly ahead. Normally, I would have been frustrated that he was faster than me, but right now, I was just concerned for my family's safety.

We arrived three seconds later, though it felt longer to a vampire and werewolf. "What is it, Mom? Is everyone all right?" I looked around frantically, my gaze stopping on a strange man sitting on our couch.

Jacob put his arm around me proctectively.

The man was wearing deep blue robes and a pointy hat. His silver hair and waist-length beard were tucked neatly into his belt. The strange man gazed up at me from behind his cresent moon spectacles. He had wise blue eyes, the kind that looked as if they had seen everything. They were kind eyes.

"Everyone's fine, Renesmee," my mother answered. "I want you to meet Professer Dumbledore. He has come seeking our help."

I looked at my Dad, confused. What does he need? I thought, knowing he would answer the silent question.

"He needs our help protecting someone named Harry Potter. Apperantly, Professer Dumbledore is the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He wants us to go there, disguised as students, and befriend Harry."

Alice piped in then. "Our story is that our magic was late in being discovered, so we will be starting off with the first years. Oh, and no one is to know about us being vampires." She noticed my glance at the Professer and added, "Don't worry. He already knows. Anyway, Professer Dumbledore is supossed to put some spell on us that will allow us to do magic, but only when we're on Hogwarts grounds."

She paused to let this sink in. "We're going, aren't we?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"We can't just ignore people in need," said Carlisle.

"If Nessie's going, then so am I," Jacob spoke up behind me.

The man named Dumbledore smiled at him. "Very well," he said, "if you are to attend please grab onto my arm so that we may get your things." I noticed he had an English accent.

"Why do have to grab your arm?" asked Jacob, still suspicious of the strange man.

"My apoligies. I should have explained. We are going to Apparate." Seeing the confused looks on everyone's faces, he continued. "Apparating is like a form of teleportation, but it can be learned by anyone with magical blood. I should warn you though, the first few times aren't pleasent. Now grab hold."

We complied, somewhat relunctantly.

To say the feeling was unpleasant was an understatement. It was as if i was being sompressed and pushed through a small tube. Then, just as quickly as the feeling came, it was over.

When we arrived at Diagon Alley, Jacob promptly kneeled down and threw up the contents of his stomach. I managed to keep my food down. The rest of the Cullen's were completely unaffected.

"Now, it's time to get your things."

Jacob POV

After I finished throwing up, I followed that wierd old coot into a shop called Flourish and Blotts. Apparently, it was a book store.

We got eight sets of books required for first years, one for each person attending. Carlisle and Esme were posing as doctors and would work in the Hospital Wing, so they got medical books.

The next store was called Madam Milkin's Robes For All Occasions. Each person attending Hogwarts got three basic black robes.

Our group was led through many more shops, until we finally came to our final destination. Ovillander's Wand Shop.

You have got to be kidding me, I thought. We are not seriously going to have to wave some stupid wands around. Edward smirked, listening to my thoughts. Stay outa' my head! I thought. He turned away, snickering.

"You are the new wizards, yes?" asked a man that reminded me much of what Albert Einstein looked like. The plaque on his desk proclaimed him to be Mr. Ovillander.

After recieving an affirmitive, the man gave us different wands to test out. After about ten minutes, we had all gotten our wands.

Professer Dumbledore Apparated us back to the Cullen's house. "The train to Hogwarts departs from the King Cross staion at elevon o' clock. Platform Nine and Three Quarters."

Then there was a loud crack! and the Headmaster was gone.