When Edward left Bella, she begins to have dreams, that she doesn't understand. Soon, Bella finds out she's not who she thinks she is, and she reenters a world she ran from years before. She finds out the past she left behind isn't what she remembers, and it begins to haunt her in more then just her dreams, but in reality as well.


Prologue

Six months. It had been six months since Edward left. Six months since my heart had been broken. Six months of nightmares. Six months of fear. Six months of Jacob Black. And six months of these things, these memories or dreams, whatever they were.

It had started when I had started hanging out with Jacob after Edward had left me. Recently, I found out that he was a werewolf, of more accurately shape shifter.

I had been having these visions of something.

"Miss Granger," the old man said, "the Ministry has issued a warrant for your arrest. They say you have illegally obtained magic."

"We knew this was coming, Professor," the frizzy hair girl replied.

"I will send you somewhere safe. I have a friend that specializes in hiding people. I will send you to him and he will alter your memories and hide you somewhere."

A man stood in the shadows in front of the girl.

"Albus said that you would be given you memories back when it is safe," the man said.

"Yes," the girl replied.

"I will keep you somewhere close, my family even."

"If that would be easier."

The girl took a deep breath and looked at the man.

"Let's get this over with."

The man stepped out of the shadows drawing a wand.

Phil.

I lunged for the phone, dialing my mom's number.

"Hi honey," she said.

"Is Phil there?" I asked rudely.

"Here he is."

"Hay, Bella," he said.

"Who am I?"

"You're remembering, then. Do what I tell you. It is very important. Tell, Charlie that you decided that Florida would be better for you right now. Pack all you're belongings, say good-bye to your friends, and be ready when we get there. We will be there in three days."

"We?"

"Renee and I. we will explain when we get you home."

I drove down to La Push and said good-bye to Jacob and the pack. They were really my only friend at the moment. I withdrew from school and went home. Phil and Mom were waiting on me. They drove me to the airport.

Phil pulled out his wand and muttered, "Obliviate maxima."

"Honey," my mom said, "your visions were your memories. We are your guardians. We'll give you your memories back and send you back to England."

All I could be is stare at her in disbelief.