Life Goes On

by justanotherharrypotterpenname

Hi this is my first fanfic so be nice (hold hands up in surrender). Set after Edward leaves Bella in New moon and after the war in HP. After Edward leaves Bella, before she could tell him her big secret, she runs home to her brother, Harry. Little did she know that she would be seeing the vampire again sooner rather then later.

1. Chapter 1

Isabella

Isabella couldn't stay in Forks a moment longer, Edward having just crushed her dreams and broken heart. She had thought that they would be together forever, and as she had just turned seventeen and had become and adult she was going to tell him her biggest secret, the secret she had been forbidden to tell anyone until she came of age and only to those that she trusted irrevocably, however she never got the chance.

Staring at the spot where she had last seen him, she could feel the tears running down her face; feel her heart breaking, 'How could he do this to me? I thought that he loved me.' She thought to herself, the most punishing blow that he had given her was when he called her a distraction. She just couldn't stand it. 'Did he ever really love me or was he just acting?' the thoughts running around her head going that fast she was dizzy or maybe that was because she wasn't breathing.

Slowly getting to her feet as not to trip on any or the roots sticking up from the rough earth, she slowly started making her way to the house, as if she could drag out her last moments with the love of her life, the house that she has lived in for nearly two years. Not noticing anything around her certainly not the huge black wolf in the shadows that had watched the whole scene between her and Edward, and the tears and pain that had followed.

She was numb, numb to the world around her, numb inside and out, numb to anything but the pain in her chest. As her house came into view memories flooded her, memories that she wanted no needed to forget, and she knew in that moment that she couldn't stay, couldn't deal with the ghosts of her past and not just the past in Forks either.

Slowly as if trying not to disturb anything she went into the house, seeing the cheerfully painted kitchen cupboards she had to bite back more tears, as they seemed to be mocking her shining out of the gloom like some kind iridescent sun. Reminding her of sunlight afternoons in the meadow.

Running now as if to run away from the memories, she skidded into the living room, grabbed the pot of Floo powder from the mantel threw it into the flames and shouted No. twelve Grimold place. Stepping into the flames, she spun and spun and spun, until she finally came to a stop, seeing the familiar kitchen filled with her loved ones with shocked expressions on their faces. She stepped out of the green flames, and run into her brothers' arms and broke down sobbing hysterically.