A/N: I feel kind of bad since my updates are usually bad and TAKE SIX MILLION YEARS to appear. Sorry all! I've hit my 7th month dating my current boyfriend – who is sometimes moodier than a crazy pms'ing chick, as well as trying to juggle five college classes and taking care of my gramps in real life. So when writers block hits, it hits really hard. I'm going to edit/rewrite the story, because a few people have mentioned there are some plot holes that need explanations and stuff. That and the ideas I had for the story kind of went "QUICK TOSS DIRT IN HER EYES AND RUNN D:!"

In an attempt to take writers block down a notch, I am going to attempt to work on this story and another story. WRITERS BLOCK WILL NOT FOIL MEEEE! *makes face at writers block*

I've noticed I've still been getting favorited even though I've got an awful updating record, Thank you for adding me D:

All four are 18 years old in this fic. They'll be taking their Senior year in Forks as a combination of getting to know students their age that live in the town and fitting in. Bunch of teenagers who just move in one day and never go to school would probably get Charlie going hmmmm, wouldn't it? XP Also, so my head doesn't explode this fic is in 2012. If I tried to go through the Harry Potter dates and the Twilight dates and stuff and redo the story I think my head would pop. Sorry D:

Still no beta, so bear with my horrible grammar and whatnot!

It's November 13th, and I'm writing my very first 'diary' entry ever. Nearly thirty days since the battle at Hogwarts versus Voldemort and I'm sitting here writing in a small and worn diary Hermione dug up out of that seemingly endless bag she carries around. She said she bought it for me years ago, but could never find the time or the situation to give it to me. Too much schoolwork and crazy things happening, she said. I wondered why I needed a diary in the first place, it sounded a little girly.

She overheard my mutterings and gave me a look she usually reserves for Ron before reaching over and bopping me lightly over the head. "Consider it a Journal, then, Harry. It'll be manly enough for you then and you won't be embarrassed if someone catches you writing in it. We won't be around forever, you know. We all enter into the world with a set amount of time left before we're old and bedridden and looking towards what we'll find after passing on, magic folk and muggles alike." Hermione takes a seat across from me, looking into my eyes with a serious expression that almost looks a bit sad.

"I've convinced Ron to start writing down some of his memories and about our past adventures. I'm doing the same. I feel as if we need to write something down, something physically there for our children, and our children's children to look upon and read in the future. There's still also the fact there are still people loyal to the now dead Voldemort, Harry." I blinked at her as she spoke, her taking my left hand in both of hers.

"They could attack at any moment, they hate us – you most of all – for what we did and are out there trying to figure out the best way to get revenge on us. Say something happens to one of us and we either die or end up with amnesia, we could look at the journals we wrote and remember who we were – or help us remember who has passed on. Maybe we've written down the answer to something in our past that's the solution for an upcoming problem." She ended her sentence with a sigh, glancing down at our hands.

And that's how I ended up here, writing now. Since she had that 'talk' with me about the diary/journal, Ron popped the question while they were at the Ministry, only to nearly get metaphorically blasted through a wall by how loud she screamed, "YES!" combined with the wide width of the room they were in. The rest of the Ministry pretty much stopped what they were doing to peer at the two and Ron nearly died from embarrassment trying to give Hermione the ring as she giggled at him and watched him put it on her finger.

They now live in a rather luxurious apartment that's part of the residential area built into the Ministry of Magic. Why is there a residential area in the Ministry, you ask? Well, people got so wrapped up in their work they found it fitting just to build a residential area so people that were hard workers could chose to live there if they wanted their work within an easy reach.

I dated Ginny Weasley for a while, but after everything that had happened during the war we finally realized once we sat down and tried to have a normal relationship, there just wasn't any click to it. She ended up going on a date with Neville Longbottom shortly after we broke our relationship off, and they made a much better couple together. Last I heard they were exploring the muggle world, going on grand adventures across the continents.

Severus Snape amazingly didn't die from his wounds that night as I thought he did, he just ended up going into a coma. After a few weeks of lying flat out on his back healing in the medical wing of Hogwarts (which was still undergoing repairs from the fighting) he woke up, swore at a passing nurse in a fit of delirium, and went to sleep. The next time he woke it went much better, and last I heard he's sitting on the line between trying to reapply as a teacher for when Hogwarts has its next year start or just to find some other calling in life.

Draco Malfoy and his parents fled the final battle, returning to Hogwarts two weeks later when they believed things were semi-safe for them. He's not as aggressive as he used to be, especially not towards me. I believe without the Dark Lord hovering over his and his family's shoulders there's much less stress.

While his parents deal with the Ministry and rebuild their home, Draco has moved in temporarily with me. He barely goes outside his room any more, let alone out of the house.

Dumbledore was succeeded by McGonagall, who has kept the Headmasters Office somewhat the same as it was before she took the title, only there's a noticeable lack of the phoenix as it finally flew off into the unknown after Dumbledore was killed. In its place is a rather small, scruffy looking owl McGonagall refers to as 'Toots'. It's a picky thing, preferring to eat almost all its food next to its water dish and nowhere else.

After Hedwig was killed, I grieved for her for a short time before a stop to Diagon Ally had me thinking that maybe it was time to help myself get over my first most beloved owl. A very small owl was perched on a stick outside the pet shop, looking for the entire world as if it was having the most miserable day in existence. Nobody wanted the tiny bird, instead heading towards the much bigger and much more elegant looking owls, or towards the cats and dogs and mice. As I approached, it fixed its eyes on me and it was as if you could just tell it was hoping that I'd pick it. I held my hand out to it, giving it a small smile, and it hooted before sticking one foot out and climbing up. We stared at each other for a few minutes before I headed inside to purchase my new friend. I've named him Beau.

I'm living in the Black Ancestral home, courtesy of my godfather Sirius Black. They say falling through the Veil is Death, and I believed it until Remus approached me after the battle ended, amongst the wounded in Hogwarts. His wife hovered anxiously behind him, and Sirius stood even further away from the two of them staring at me quietly. Nobody, including him, can explain how he is still here or what happened to him in the Veil. All I've gotten out of him is that he woke up in the Forgotten Woods and stumbled his way back just as we were under siege, and managed to kill a trio of Death Eaters before they killed Remus and his wife.

The three of them moved to a small estate somewhere in Italy, wishing to be gone from the magical world for just a little bit to heal and get over the war. I suppose it would be nice, being able to be free and not having to worry about people trying to get my autograph or take a picture with me, or scream at me and threaten me because I wasn't fast enough or powerful enough to stop the Dark Lord and his followers before their son, or daughter, or some other relative was killed. I think sometimes-

There was an extremely loud pop next to Harry's ear, causing him to let out a rather girly squeal and the quill went flying out of his hands over his shoulder as he started. He swiveled around in his seat, eyes almost comically wide. He stared at what had startled him for a few seconds before blinking owlishly.

"Hermione, Is something wrong? I thought you were trying to get settled in your new home with Ron?" He attempted to get his heart to stop acting like it wanted to burst out of his chest. The mentioned girl gave him a tight smile before taking a seat across from him on another plush chair. She looked between him and the journal before tilting her head. "I see you didn't read the letter I sent."

Harry cringed. "Oops." He glanced towards Beau, who was quite happily chewing away at an owl treat. There was a small pile of letters next to the bird's post that he had even yet to think about looking at.

She waved it off before leaning back in the chair. "Ron and I had an idea, and we wanted to see if you had the same idea in mind. We thought life after the war would be peaceful, or at least start to become peaceful as they rebuild and whatnot." Hermione sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"I'm sure you're tired of the whole celebrity thing and being hounded whenever you step foot outside your home. I want to be able to relax with my fiancé and my best friend and not have to worry if I'm wearing the wrong colored robe or if someone is going to come up and start screaming at us like that one time we went to that nice magical restaurant." Harry nodded, and she continued.

"Ron and I were planning to move to a tiny muggle town named Forks. Don't ask; I know it's the name of a utensil. We spun one of those little earth globes together and randomly picked out a spot. We got lucky my finger didn't land over the ocean or something like that." Hermione shifted her gaze down at the table, reaching forward to pick up the journal. Running a hand over the page she looked back up at Harry.

"Would you want to come with us?" Harry was quiet, lost in thought for a few moments. "It'd certainly be a fresh start. I suppose I do, Hermione." She smiled at him, pausing when another voice broke into the conversation.

"You're not going to up and bloody leave without me, are you?" Draco was leaning against the doorway on the far side of the room, having apparently quietly entered and waited. Hermione blinked at him before glancing back at Harry. Draco raised one elegant eyebrow as he waited for a response, a bit of the old Malfoy they knew showing through. "I'm sure Mother and Father wouldn't mind if I tagged along on your great muggle adventure with all the work they've put into fixing their home and relationship with each other."

The two men stared at each other before Harry fixed his gaze on Hermione. "You think Ron would kill me if I brought him along?"

There was a pause, and Hermione smiled wide before turning to Draco.

As the family of vegetarian vampires pushed their cafeteria food around on their plates and made small talk, Alice giggled suddenly and pushed at her mate. Jasper paused in his arm wrestling with his brother Emmett to turn and peer at her, waves of excitement pouring off of her tiny frame. Rosalie raised one finely shaped eyebrow at the two of them before huffing and glancing down at her nails. Emmett glanced across the table at his little sister before giving a grin. "Did you see something great, Alice? Like Rosalie wearing that great Lingerie we bought her last Valentines, finally!"

Edward was tearing a stale bagel to tiny bits, making art out of the crumbs. He paused and just about killed the Crumb Lisa he was making with his hand to keep himself from laughing out loud at what Emmett was thinking, and the look on Rosalie's face had certain death written all over it.

Alice just smiled at them. "Mm, No, I'm sorry Emmett. But it's something just as good…" She winked at Edward before grabbing her mates hand and dragging him from the table just as the bell rang for the end of lunch.