Renesmee Cullen and the Angel's Domain

Chapter 1: Demons and Celebrations

Renesmee loved her summer vacations after Hogwarts because she could spend time with her family and, of course, Jacob. Spike and Angel had set off on a trip to Los Angeles to get a couple of friends they wanted her to meet, so Renesmee spent more time with the Potters and Weasleys along with her own family. Harry's birthday party was fun because it wasn't just a birthday party, it was a mixture of his birthday and celebrating Lily going into her first year at Hogwarts this year. Also, Rose's brother Hugo was going to be in Hogwarts as well.

Renesmee dressed in her best outfit she could find in her closet: a blood-red sweater and faded blue jeans along with her white tennis shoes. Her copper hair was sleek and shiny and pulled back into a single braid down her back with red headband atop her head. "Okay, Mom, I'm ready!" Renesmee hollered as she ran down the stairs. "I hope Angel and Spike make it back soon with their friends." She turned to Buffy, who was wearing a white sweater and a pair of black jeans. Buffy had let Hermione use a Severing Charm to cut her hair an inch above her shoulders and looked stunning. "Do you know which friends Angel and Spike are bringing back with them?"

"My guess is Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, an ex-Watcher and former rogue demon hunter, "said Buffy, "and probably his demon friend Lorne whom I've never met in my life. From what Angel told me about Lorne, he reads someone's destiny by having the person sing a few bars of their favorite song." Renesmee thought this was interesting and couldn't wait to meet them. "If he does bring Lorne, I'll finally be able to teach about the demons from Pylea and probably open a portal to take your Defense Against the Dark Arts class on a field trip to the dimension."

"That sounds interesting," said Bella smiling. "I wouldn't mind checking that place out sometime." Buffy laughed. "Dawn, what are you going to teach your students in Muggle Studies this year?" Buffy's younger sister smiled and started explaining her lesson plans about technology and how the Muggles use it. "I bet no Muggle Studies teacher has ever thought of that before."

"Nope, not according to Professor McGonagall," said Dawn proudly, "and I'm even going to bring a few devices with me to show the class how to use them and what their uses are. That's only for the first term this year. The second term will be something totally different, though." Buffy patted her on the shoulder proudly. "Oh! I almost forgot to get Harry his birthday present! I gotta get to Diagon Alley and find something he'll like!" She ran out the door and Disapparated.

Renesmee shook her head and laughed. "Has Dawn always been this energetic?" she asked Buffy with a smile.

"When she was about your age, no," said Buffy, "but she was really annoying." This brought a bit of laughter from everyone. "Okay, let's all go see Harry and wish him a happy birthday. I want to give him a big Slayer hug." She lowered her voice to a whisper to Renesmee. "A Slayer hug is when I use half of my Slayer strength in my hugs. I could use all of my strength when hugging you because you're immortal, but I half to use half strength with Harry because he's, well, not."

"That's true," said Willow smiling. "A Slayer's strength is way more powerful than any vampire I've met...unless you count the Master. Anyway, what classes are you taking this year, Renesmee? I'm kinda curious about what electives you'll take."

"I was thinking Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, Mythology, Muggle Studies..." Renesmee counted the classes on her fingers, "and I think that's about it. I really want to learn about all of the magical creatures there are in the Wizarding World like hippogriffs, dragons and all of them because I'm an animal lover." Willow smiled at this logic and agreed that it would make Hagrid happy that she attend the classes. "I want to do Divination because of Alice." Renesmee turned to Alice and asked, "Who's teaching third year Divination?"

"That would be Luna," Alice said, "but there may be some times when I'll take her place if she's ill or, like last year when she had her baby." Renesmee nodded. "I can understand why you want to learn Mythology, though, and let me tell you, Jasper's got a lot of cool things to teach in Mythology. You'll learn about the Greek and Roman gods and quite a few other things, but for the life of me, I cannot fathom why you want to learn about Muggle Studies."

Renesmee grinned and said, "Well, there's two reasons. The first one is because Dawn's teaching the class and the second is because I really want to compare a wizard's lifestyle to a Muggle's to see the differences and similarities."

"What about Arithmancy?" asked Hermione abruptly. "I would think that a smart girl like yourself would want to learn wizard mathematics or at least Ancient Runes?" Renesmee shook her head. "Why not?"

"Too brainy for me," Renesmee answered with a small smile. "I told everyone last year that I'm not a bookworm, but I am pretty smart." Everyone laughed and had some tea (except for the older Cullens as they only drank blood from animals).

The Cullens arrived at Grimmauld Place on time for the celebrations to begin and Harry was waiting for them with Ginny, Albus, James and Lily in the kitchen. Renesmee could hear the merry crackling of a fire and could smell the wonderful aroma of cake baking in the wood-burning oven. "Mmm," she said glancing at the oven, "that smells really good, Mrs. Potter." Ginny smiled and blushed a little. Renesmee turned to Harry and said, "You'd think that after twenty years of marriage, she'd stop blushing all the time."

"Not going to happen," Harry said in a low voice and both laughed heartily. Everyone's gifts were taken to the drawing room on the second floor by Kreacher who hummed a song Harry explained was called 'Odo the Hero' as the colorfully wrapped gifts floated up the stairs. "Kreacher's been humming that song ever since Hagrid came over last weekend to have a few glasses of Madam Rosmerta's finest oak-matured mead. Hagrid became a bit tipsy and started singing the song and Kreacher caught on with it."

"That explains it," said Bella grinning. She swooped Harry into a hug and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Happy birthday, Harry." Harry grinned and asked her to sit down. "So, how are things at the Auror office?"

"Busy as can be," said Harry shrugging. "My father-in-law got promoted to the Department of Magical Games and Sports by Minister Shacklebolt and Percy is now next in line as Minister of Magic." Over by the fireplace Ron grimaced and shook his head. "You know Percy deserves the job, Ron. He's been..."

"Remember how Percy acted toward you during our fifth year, Harry?" Ron said loudly. "He claimed that you were a liar the whole time until the Battle of Hogwarts!" Harry glared at his brother-in-law but said nothing more on the subject. "By the way, Renesmee," Ron said lowering his voice to his normal volume, "I wouldn't take Divination if I were you. Harry and I did during our time at Hogwarts and it was just a bunch of rubbish."

"HOW DARE YOU CALL MY SUBJECT RUBBISH, RONALD WEASLEY!" Alice bellowed angrily, her amber eyes coal black now. "LUNA AND I WORKED REALLY HARD TO MAKE THE DIVINATION CLASS A BETTER ONE THAN WHAT YOU WENT THROUGH!"

"Calm yourself, Alice," Carlisle said. "Jasper, could you...?" Jasper nodded once and Renesmee felt the tension dissipate and everyone was calm. "Now, let's celebrate Harry's birthday, shall we?" Before anyone could say or do anything more, there was a knock at the front door and the old portrait of Sirius Black's mother screamed insults. Bella answered the door in a flash and returned with Angel, Spike, a tall man with a scruffy face, a green-skinned demon with red horns protruding from his forehead and, to Renesmee's astonishment, Lucius and Scorpius Malfoy. "Ah, Angel! Good to see you again. How was your trip to Los Angeles?"

Spike answered for Angel. "Could've gone better if Captain Forehead hadn't tried to bring Illyria along for the ride." he said shooting a glare at Angel, who shrugged. "Illyria didn't want to go anyway...said she wanted to keep things afloat in the City of Angels, but Angel did bring someone else along..." Renesmee glanced at the doorway to the kitchen and gasped. There was a young man in his mid-twenties standing there. Buffy shared the same expression Renesmee did.

"Hey, Dad," the young man said, "are there going to be enough chairs for all of us? I know this is a big place but...oh!" He spotted Renesmee and, for the first time since she saw him, he smiled. "I'm Connor, Angel's son, and you must be Renesmee Cullen, right?" She nodded numbly and didn't move when he shook her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you." The moment his hand touched hers, Renesmee had enough. She saw Harry looking at her strangely, then she saw nothing...

"Renesmee!" said a distant voice. "Renesmee, can you hear me?" Renesmee opened her eyes a little and saw Charlie Swan's face. "Hey, kiddo, are you okay? You took quite a spill there."

"I'm fine," Renesmee said groggily and sat up slowly. Emmett handed her a mug of warm lion's blood and she sipped it. "Is Connor still here?" Emmett pulled Connor into view and she grinned. "Sorry about the fainting." she said to Connor. "I've heard so much about you but nobody ever told me you were...cute."

"Well, they should've warned you, then," Connor said glaring at Angel, who smiled sheepishly. Renesmee saw the scruffy man she saw come in with Angel staring at her and Connor scowled. "You can stop staring at her, Wesley. Come over and say hi."

"I apologize for the staring, Renesmee," said Wesley, "but I've never seen a vampire-human hybrid like yourself besides Connor. He's the only one I've ever met." Renesmee shook his hand and he smiled. "I have to say your skin is warmer than I thought it would be. When I got a chance to greet your family, I noticed that their skins were cold like stone but you...well, you're more human than I imagined."

"I'm less human than you think I am, Mr. Wyndham-Pryce," said Renesmee slightly embarrassed. "Let me show you something." Wesley bent his face down to her and she touched it gently with her hand. His eyes widened and saw everything she remembered from the past two years while at Hogwarts. She took her hand away from his cheek and said, "That's not all I can do."

"I'd rather not find out the other one, thanks," Wesley said kindly, "but it is still an honor to meet you. Angel told me so much about you when he came to Los Angeles that I couldn't wait to finally meet you." He gestured to the green-skinned demon sitting by the fire drinking some mead. "That is Krevlorneswath, or as he likes to be called Lorne. He was the director of our Entertainment Department at Wolfram & Hart and owned a demon club called Caritas before that." Renesmee waved at Lorne, who smiled and waved back. "He would like you to sing or hum a song if you could so he could read your destiny."

"I can do that," said Renesmee. She cleared her throat and started humming the lullaby Edward wrote for Bella when they first met. Lorne's smile vanished and was replaced by a frown and finally stood up after she finished the song. "Something wrong?"

"Let's just say you're going to have a hard time throughout the next four years of your schooling, Cupcake," Lorne said shaking his head. "But, on the bright side, you're going to be married to this guy over here!" He pointed to Scorpius who's pale face turned bright red when she looked at him. "I'm going to see about teaching the Frog Choir at Hogwarts and maybe get a wand from Diagon Alley. Plus I really want to get to know you more." Renesmee wasn't sure what to think of this so she just agreed with him.

Renesmee and her family went back to their house for the rest of the evening and sat around watching television or just talking. Edward and Jake were laughing at one of Charlie's funniest stories of when Bella was little when there was a knock on the door. Renesmee went to answer it and found herself looking at a very large man with a thick mustache and thick graying hair, a thin woman with black hair who looked as if she were disgusted about something and a younger version of the first person in front of her. "May I help you guys?" Renesmee asked politely.

"I'm Vernon Dursley and this is my wife Petunia and my son Dudley," the older man said; he was not smiling at all. "We are looking for Harry Potter. Does he live here?"

"No, he lives on Grimmauld Place," Renesmee said suddenly nervous. "Is he in trouble?" Vernon Dursley stared at her for a second then burst into laughter. "I don't see what's so funny, Mr. Dursley. If Harry's in trouble..."

"No, my dear," said Mrs. Dursley also laughing, "Harry Potter is our relative. I'm his mother's sister." Renesmee was shocked now and invited the Dursleys into the house. Mrs. Dursley looked around the very clean house and smiled. "Your family is very clean, I see?" Renesmee nodded and led them into the living room. "Do you have Harry's telephone number? We've been trying to contact him for a long time and could never find him."

Renesmee rolled her eyes slightly and tried to keep the annoyance out of her voice as she said, "As Harry's relatives, you probably know that he doesn't have a telephone. I've been to his house twice and never saw a telephone at all." Mr. Dursley scoffed and took a seat next to Jake who tried to remain calm. "Give me a minute and I'll tell Harry you're at my house." Renesmee sprinkled some Floo powder into the fireplace. The flames turned emerald green and she stuck her head into the fireplace after speaking the destination clearly. After a few moments of very fast spinning, she was looking into the kitchen of the Potters' house. "Harry, are you there?"

Harry came into view wearing an acid-green velvet robe. "What is it, Renesmee?"

"Your relatives, the Dursleys, are at my house looking for you. They say they've been trying to find you for a long time." Harry's eyebrows furrowed for a moment, then said he'd be right over and the kitchen started spinning a bit before she returned to her own fireplace. "Harry's on his way, Mr. Dursley. Could I offer you some tea while you're waiting?" The Dursleys accepted the offer and Renesmee went to the kitchen to get a few teacups and the kettle, then returned moments later. She poured three cups and handed them to the newcomers. "Is Harry your nephew, then?" she asked Mr. Dursley conversationally.

"Yes. My wife, son and myself want to make ammends for all that's happened in the past while he lived at our house on Privet Drive in Little Whinging," said Mr. Dursley nodding. "I would have brought my sister Marge but she's breeding her bulldogs." Renesmee hid a grimace behind her hand and was glad when Harry arrived. "Ah, Harry!" Mr. Dursley said happily and hugged Harry. "Your aunt, cousin and myself wanted to talk to you. Would you mind accompanying us for dinner?"

"Not at all, Uncle Vernon," said Harry. "I'll just send a Patronus to Ginny letting her know where I'll be, then we can go." He raised his wand, muttered, "Expecto patronum," and a silver stag came from the tip of his wand to which he spoke to. The stag turned into a ball of silver light and shot through the window and out of sight. "All right, then, let's go. Should we Apparate or are you driving?"

Vernon Dursley glanced at Edward, who nodded and said, "You can keep your car in our garage until you come back, Mr. Dursley. It was very nice to meet you, by the way." Mr. Dursley gave a weak smile and took Dudley and Petunia with Harry to the backyard. Renesmee heard a faint pop and they were gone.

"That was weird," said Bella breaking the odd silence that followed the Dursleys' departure. "I hope everything goes okay?"

"Vernon Dursley wasn't lying when he said that he and his family wanted to make amends for their past with Harry," said Edward. "His words are genuine as are his thoughts." Bella seemed satisfied but Renesmee wasn't. "Don't worry, honey," Edward said to her in a low voice, "Harry will be okay. Why don't you go to bed?" Remesmee nodded and went upstairs to her bedroom and saw a miniature owl zooming around the room. Edward walked in to say goodnight and lazily dodged the miniature owl. "What was that?"

"Probably Ron's owl," said Renesmee shrugging and, with the unnerring skills of a Seeker, she caught the little owl when it got near and untied the letter attached to its leg. "Oh, cool! We'll be spending Christmas at the Burrow this year! Ron's mom wants us all to come by the Burrow!" Edward looked at the letter, his amber eyes staring at the parchment. "Well, Dad, can we go?"

"I'll talk about it with your mom, okay?" said Edward with his signature smile showing his perfect white teeth. "Good night, sweetie." He hugged Renesmee, tucked her into bed and put the tiny owl in Solaris's cage so it could sleep. "What's that owl's name, Nessie?"

Renesmee rolled over to look at her father and said, "I think Rose said his name is Pigwidgeon, but Ron just calls him Pig." Edward grinned and walked away.