Chapter 1

The day that Harry Potter thought would never come had arrived; Ron Weasley had finally received his license. Of course, it was only a license to drive in the Muggle world. Who really needs cars in the wizard world when you have magic? Magic is a fantastic thing. Then again, fantastic things can always be used by not to fantastic people. In this case, it was Ron.

The ride in the Weasley's enchanted flying car had been going well. Ever since Harry and Ron had crashed the first car, Fred and George had put together money for a second one, which they had once again put a spell on. This spell allowed the car to fly, become invisible, and store as many people as needed even though the car itself didn't look all that big. It had all the qualities that their last car had had.

A shriek extended from the backseat of the car, which caused Harry and Ron to both wince. Harry immediately peered over his seat to see Hermione Granger as pale as a ghost. "What the bloody hell happened?"

Hearing the horrified tone in Harry's voice, Ron couldn't help but look back at his girlfriend. Just as he did, the brunette turned to him and screamed, "Keep your eyes on the bloody roa- I mean sky!" She then turned over to Harry and took a few deep breaths before she said, "The car was swiveling! Didn't you see? Ron's gonna crash, he's gonna crash I know it!"

Ron rolled his eyes and snapped back at her, "Gonna crash into what Hermione? A cloud, air or ohhh the worst it could get is if I crashed into a goddamn bird! There's nothing to crash into here!"

Hermione let out a groan. "No you buffoon! I'm talking about you crashing down! We're supposed to meet the twins at…" She paused as she pulled out a neatly folded paper out of her pocket. "Some Muggle place called Forks. We don't need a crash stop on the way there!"

Harry silently waited for Ron's reply to Hermione's side of the argument. He looked between Hermione's worried expression to Ron's gritted teeth and stiff arms. The couple always had arguments, it wasn't anything new, but with Ron behind the wheel, Harry was worried. Ron's scowl shifted to a smirk as Harry eyed him carefully. Before Harry could warn him about doing anything stupid, Ron took a quick turn to the right. He then dived down a few miles and sharply flew up again.

"Are you trying to get us killed?" Hermione squealed as she dug her nails in the seat of the car.

Ron smirked, "Naah, but if you piss your pants, that'll be good enough." Harry couldn't help but stifle a laugh at that.

Looking back at Hermione's stunned face Harry pushed his friend's shoulder lightly and said, "Stop it Ron, you're scaring her."

Obviously, Ron couldn't see his beloved scared so he continued on flying at a steady pace. Harry's emerald green eyes wandered out the window. In a minute or two they would be right above the city of Forks. He couldn't wait. The Weasley's had said that they knew of a family of vampires that lived there. As many different types of species Harry had met, he had never met any vampires. However, he'd heard a lot about them this past week.

Hermione had been doing research, no surprise, on vampires and had given them all the facts. Vampires all apparently hated the sun, were quite attractive and had superhuman powers. For once, Hermione's information had astounded both Harry and Ron. By the time Hermione had finished telling them everything, she asked them if they had any questions. At that point, Harry had said no just so that he could leave and play some Quidditch with the Twins and Ron. Though, now that he thought about it one question had been bugging him. It wasn't the type of question Harry would usually ponder about. Normally, Harry's questions would be based around their lifestyle, their eating habits, something of that sort. This time it wasn't, it was about their family. What would happen if a vampire and human had a child?

Giggles could be heard near the Quileute reservation, as a young girl dashed across the beach of La Push. Behind her ran a menacing large wolf about the size of a horse. Its jaw opened slightly to give out a howl, which caused the brunette female to burst out in a spree of melodious laughter. The russet coloured wolf paused for a second and then leaped onto the girl's back, making her fall face down into the sand. The wolf smirked. He waited for the girl to yell at him about getting sand in her hair like she always would. When the complaints didn't come he nudged her in the neck.

The female rested with her cheek lying on the sand and her eyes closed. The wolf suddenly shifted into a human boy. He quickly stepped off the girl's back and placed one of his large brown hands on the girl's cheek. "Nessie? Renesmee.." He cooed quietly at first. When the young girl named Renesmee didn't respond, he flipped her over gently so that she was on her back now. Her head flopped to one side, her eyes still closed.

The boy's heart skipped a beat as he brought her face in between his hands and shook her head to and fro. "Renesmee! Nessie! Babe, wake up! Please tell me you're not hurt!" He waited for an answer. He got none. The boy's eyes started to water up.

That's when Renesmee opened one eye. "I'm alive Jacob, I was just -" She froze and covered her face with her hands. A bright red blush could be seen poking out from the edges of her cheeks.

Jacob arched an eyebrow and chuckled. "What're you doing now Nessie?"

The girl kicked him lightly with her left leg and said with her hand covering her face, "Y-You forgot to put on your pants." Her voice was muffled but Jacob heard her loud and clear. He laughed as he realized why he was feeling so breezy. When a human shifts into a werewolf, their clothes get torn off in the process and when shifting back they appear nude. Which is why the Quileute tribe tied a pair of pants around their ankle, so that they had a pair to wear after shifting back.

Jacob got up and ran into a few trees bordering the beach to go put on his pants. Renesmee chuckled as she dusted sand out of her hair. She picked herself up and lay down on a rock waiting for Jacob's return. Jacob Black was Renesmee's boyfriend. Well, technically, soul mate. Jacob had imprinted on her the day she was born. Imprinting is what werewolves tend to do when they first see the love of their life. It's like a fairytale story. A whole "love at first sight" moment. When Renesmee was old enough to understand what imprinting was, she was quite surprised. Vampires tend to not like werewolves, but because of Jacob imprinting on Renesmee, they had put together a truce.

Renesmee played with her golden brown as she thought about what was so special about her that Jacob liked. She was a freak, just a hybrid. Renesmee was half vampire and half human. Her mother Bella Swan had been human during her pregnancy while her father Edward Cullen was a vampire. Right after Renesmee's birth, Edward had been required to turn Bella into a vampire. Which is why Renesmee was the so-called "special" one in the coven. She preferred referring to them as her family, but if we were to talk in technicalities, they were just a coven.

Jacob came and sat down beside her causing her to break her thoughts. "Don't ever dare do that again." He said coldly as he looked out into the large body of water. Renesmee looked up at his dark eyes and tangled her fingers into his. He held her hand tightly and looked down at her. "Nessie, you don't know how scared I was. I thought I had hurt you." He brought her hand near his face, placed the back of her hand against his cheek, and then turned to place a quick peck on her hand.

Renesmee smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry Jakey. I didn't mean to scare you that bad."

Jacob chuckled. "No worries." He said as he leaned back to lie beside her. He squinted as he looked up at the sky. His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to make out what he was seeing. He pointed up at the sky and said, "What the hell is that?"