Dear loyal, patient readers of this fanfiction,

I started CDDDHBEC a year and a half ago. Looking back, I think it was a right-place right-time kind of endeavor, for a wrong-amount-of-experience kind of writer. It was my second ever real fanfiction, following one misconception of FFN's guidelines and preceeding two really stupid Twilight oneshots, and my writing was, to say the least, horrible. My characters were blank and empty, and my plotlines made as much sense as drinking soup with a fork. Still, reviews escalated and escalated and I thought I was doing really good. I suppose I was, but for the wrong reasons. I look at really fantastic writers now, with very little reviews, and I think "I broke 500 reviews with a badly written ffic, while these amazing people get zilch."

I decided last night that I would fix CDDDHBEC, and I intend to follow up on that idea. I plan on rewriting each of the 25 chapters of this fanfiction with new jokes, new adventures, new characters, and new tears. My writing might not have improved very dramatically from what I wrote a year ago, but my insights have, and I hope to turn this fanfiction into a story worthy of it's previous success. And then when I rewrite Chapter 25, I will give you the fantastic, climactic battle between good and evil that has been building up all this time.

So, here is chapter one. Rewritten.

~F8WUZL8

Chapter 1 Rewrite.

Edward.

It is amazing how unobservant some humans can be.

The night that my family's departure from Forks became eminent was surprisingly slow on coming. We all knew it would happen someday, that Forks would eventually only become six more graduation caps, one more Doctor gone and quit, and one more link on our ever-growing chain of ditched towns. It's just my wife, daughter, and I never thought it would be so soon. That Nessie and Bella would have to leave the place where both of them grew up changed from a distant dream to an inevitable reality in the blink of an eye. On that one night, everything changed.

It started out simple. Nessie was the equivalent of seven years old, and had been invited by a group of her young friends to have a sleepover at one of their houses. Alice said it was a good idea, that Nessie would just have fun and nothing bad would happen. It was with her reassurance that Bella and I would separate from our beloved daughter.

Of course, there was also a game of Vampire Baseball, which helped. We had been avoiding Vampire Baseball for awhile, because of Nessie. We didn't want her to get hurt in some kind of freak accident (a slim chance, but still plausible). That night, however, there would be a thunderstorm, and Nessie would be safe in a responsible household, and we could play some ball. Everyone wins.

Emmett hit a ball way out into the distance, and Rosalie, on the other team, ran off deep into the woods after it.

Emmett was still running the bases, when I noticed Alice was in a vision. I didn't see all of it, but when she gave a pained, wide-eyed look to Jasper, I understood. Jasper ran at an inhuman speed in the direction Rosalie took off in.

The rest of us made to follow, when Alice said quietly so we could all hear, "No." All motion in the clearing stopped, and we could only listen as a pained shriek echoed across the forest. A human shreik.

At that point, none of us knew what happened, except that we needed to start packing.

At midnight, the Cullen Emergency Departure Plan was put into action. We were packed, had quit our various jobs, picked up Jacob, Seth, Leah, and of course, Nessie from their various homes and locations, and were at the airport before the sun rose.

"Renesmee?"

"Yeah, Mom?"

"You're going to be safe, right? You'll always stay with Jacob, Seth, or Leah, and you don't talk to strangers, and if you see a vampire in a cape-"

"Run. Yeah, I know, Mom."

Bella grinned at Nessie in the way only a mother could. "Alright. Give me a kiss," Bella kneeled down to Nessie's height and tapped her cheek, and Nessie gave her a quick peck before, grinning, she jumped into my arms, hugging my neck tightly. "Miss you, daddy."

"Miss you too, sweetie."

She jumped back down and walked over to Jacob, where he offered a warm hand for her to hold. (Bella tells me I then gave Jake a "look", but I recall no such thing.) Jacob smirked at me, "I'll take care of her, Fangs, don't worry!"

With that, we said goodbye to the wolves, who would be escorting Nessie to Britain, where we would meet again in the wilderness near their airport. My family and I would swim across the "pond" to get to England.

The place we were going was... nowhere. We weren't really going anywhere. Nessie had always wanted to go camping, because we could play and act ourselves without having to worry about was a larger-scale version of camping, because we would be living as nomads for a year. To see what it's like. It would be like a vacation.

Maybe.

Alice

Soaking wet didn't quite capture exactly how I felt when we got onshore. I was drenched to the bone, my hair stuck to my face and water pooling in my ears. I shook my head violently and water sprayed in all directions. It was nice here, beautiful, flowers and green grass...

"I killed him. I know I did, my lord. But he's still alive."

"And the girl?"

"She nipped at me, but didn't break the skin. Something is up with these kids, and I want nothing to do with it."

"Every man has his price..."

... I almost fell from the suddenness of the vision.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, "Alice," Jasper stood next to me, expectantly.

I shook my head. That hadn't made any sense at all. Could something have happened to the wolves and Nessie? I mean, they did say there was a girl that nipped at them, but...

"I don't think it means much. Not now at least." If it had been Nessie, I wouldn't have seen it because she's with the wolves. I couldn't be sure who it was, and I couldn't do anything about it.

"Alice, please tell me." His face was blank, his eyes steady, and his head quirked to one side. I didn't want him to worry, but I didn't know what to say, so I kissed him lightly instead.

"Nothing important. It's fine." I brushed a peice of hair out of his face, but he still didn't look convinced. Luckily, we heard Rosalie and Emmett emerge from the waves and went off to go greet them.

I'm not sure why I didn't tell Jazz, except that if I did, then he might worry about it, and then Edward or Bella would find out and they would freak, thinking it must be Nessie (I mean how many other people could be referenced to as "girl" that might bite their captors without breaking the skin?).

Hopefully it wouldn't matter.

3rd POV

Near the flickering fire, in a deep green oversized armchair that made him look much smaller and younger than he truly was, sat Harry Potter. His fist was clenched by his side, his other hand cradling his chin as he stared at the flames. He half expected them to turn green- why not? Floo powder turns the flames green.

Harry!

Green flames signifies another person moving from one home to another, through a cross-dimensional leap in which they disappear into magical fields and then return again, in a new place.

Harry!

Green spells, in a way, signify the same thing. Except you don't come back.

Harry! "Harry!" Hermione yelled at him, her frustration making him realize that she had been calling his name for awhile now.

"Wha... what? Sorry, I was distracted."

Hermione kneeled down next to the armchair, her hands and elbows resting on it's arm. She looked up at Harry, "You were thinking about him again, weren't you?" Her tone was light for the depth of the conversation, but her eyebrows creased in concern for her friend.

"No. Well, not just Cedric." He didn't like her hovering over him like this. It made him think there was something wrong with him, like he was mental or something and she was counting off his symptoms- Existential feelings, suicidal thoughts, replaying his peer's death over and over and over again in his head...

Come to think of it, maybe there was something wrong with him.

"Harry, this can't be healthy. You need to talk to someone. Maybe you should go talk to Dumbledore." Harry didn't want to tell Hermione this, but he didn't want to talk to the Headmaster. Dumbledore would think he was too weak to handle all this stress, not to mention what would happen if word got out. He could only imagine the Slytherins' taunts. He glanced back down at Hermione, who had a strange expression on her face- half worried, half expectant.

"You think I'm mentally unsound, don't you?"

Hermione looked back at the fire, refusing to meet his gaze. He laughed at the insanity of the situation, but it sounded mental and maniac even in his own ears. Hermione looked back up at him angrily, "Yes, Harry, I do think your mentally unsound! I think you're about to lose it, and I'm scared to death you're going to get hurt!" There were tears sliding down her face, and Harry's smirk faded into regret.

"No, no Hermione, don't cry!" He couldn't deal with her crying, but there she was, turned away from him with her hands covering her face, excess tears dripping onto the dark, empty, Common Room floor. He did the first thing he could think of, and took her small frame into his arms. She sobbed against his chest. "Hermione, my life is really stressful, but that's not going to stop me from living it. I've got a responsibility to end all this suffering, so I'm gonna stick around and fix everything." He didn't really know what he was saying, but he hoped whatever he was gabbing about would calm her down. "Besides, they haven't shipped me off to St. Mungo's yet."

She smiled, and held him tighter, "Harry," He looked down at her and she wasn't crying anymore, "Thanks."

"Let's go sleep." He let go of her, and she walked back up to the girls dorm, and Harry went up to bed.

Nessie

After a long plane ride and a new set of clothes for everyone, we were finally all together in the wilderness of England. It was night, and the moon was a sliver of silver in the sky. The minute we got out of the airport, Jake, Leah, and Seth changed into their furry selves, and they haven't changed back since. Uncle Jasper and Aunt Alice had made a small campfire, and the four of us curled up near it- me for the warmth, the wolves to keep the mosquitoes away. Except, I don't think it was working, because every once and awhile one of them frantically itched themselves with their hind leg.

The crickets and the cicadas were incredibly loud, so it was really impossible to sleep, but that's okay because I wasn't tired and was perfectly happy sitting here petting Jake. Grandpa, Grandma, Aunt Alice, and Uncle Jasper went hunting, and Aunt Rosalie and Uncle Emmett went off to do... something (They didn't tell me.). Mom and Dad were sitting on a nearby rock, staring at the moon as if in some kind of trance (I don't know, my parents are weird like that.). I yawned. Who knew life in the wilderness could be this... easy?

Please review with your thoughts on the story, my writing now, and what you think about what I'm doing. (Of course, F8tey! Why in peanutbutter's name are you doing this? All of your reviewers just up and left when you let loose that awful Christmas special. I mean, GOSH! You don't even celebrate Christmas! That whole chapter was extremely USELESS! YaddaYaddaYadda Blah Blah Blah...) You get the idea.

;) ~F8WuzL8