I heard a crack and some hushed voices from the front door. I looked at Edward and he smiled his beautiful half smile.

"Our visitors are here," Edward whispered.

"Visitors?" I repeated.

"Yes—listen."

I turned my head towards the door and listened very carefully.

"You did tell him we'd be coming, yeah?" the soft voice of a woman spoke, along with an English accent.

"Yes, of course, dear." The man on the other side of the door also had an accent.

"Charlisle," spoke Edward, "they're here."

I turned my head from the head and watched as Charlisle walked down the staircase.

"Thank you, Edward," replied Charlisle, placing his hand on the doorknob.

Charlisle opened the door.

"Arthur! Molly! How are you both?" he asked.

"Hullo, Charlisle," said Arthur. "We're fine, and glad you can help."

"Yes, well … come in, come in." Charlisle moved so he could let Arthur and Molly inside.

Arthur was tall and thin. His red hair was starting to leave his head. Molly, however, was short and plump. She also had red hair, though, more than the man with her.

"This is Edward," Charlisle said. Edward shook Arthur and Molly's hands. "And this is his wife, Bella." I shook their hands, too. "The others are out having something to eat, they should be back shortly."

Arthur was looking around the house with an odd twinkle in his eye.

"My God, Muggles really do have amazing things, don't they? What does this do?" asked Arthur pointing to the TV.

Had he really never seen a TV before? And what do Muggles have that are so amazing? … what is a Muggle?

I looked at Edward, but he just mouthed, "Wait." I nodded my head and looked back at Arthur.

"That's a television," said Charlisle. "It shows many different things, like the news or sports …"

"Oh, yes, tellies … I've read all about them," mused Arthur.

"Now, now, Arthur," said Molly, "we didn't come here to talk about this Muggle rubbish, we came for a reason!"

"Yes, dear. Charlisle, shall we start planning?"

"Of course, follow me up to my office."

Charlisle, Arthur and Molly went back up the stairs. I walked over to Edward.

"Who are they?" I whispered.

"Arthur and Molly Weasley … they live just outside of Devon, in England … they're wizards," replied Edward.

"Wizards?" I asked.

"Yeah, they perform magic."

"Magic?"

I found this hard to believe … wizards … magic …!

"D—Do they know about us?" I asked

"They had a Minister for Magic who was one of us," Edward answered.

"You can be a wizard—with magic—and be a vampire?"

"Apparently so."

"Why are they here? What is Charlisle helping them plan?"

"It is a long story, Bella," said Edward.

"I've got time," I smiled.

Edward motioned to the sofa and we both sat.

"Ten years ago, there was a war … a battle, if you will—the Battle of Hogwarts … However, everything started years before. There was a wizard by the name of Tom Riddle whom changed his name to Lord Voldemort. Voldemort liked having power.

"There was a prophecy made, stating … a lot, really, but, on short, there was a boy that could out power Voldemort. Voldemort went after the boy … killed his parents, however, once he got to little Harry Potter, he couldn't do it … he couldn't kill him.

"For several years Harry had to fight Voldemort in one way or another. However, almost sixteen years after their first meeting, Harry killed Lord Voldemort.

"And now, followers of Lord Voldemort—Death Eaters—are after Harry Potter and his family. They're angry with Harry for taking away their leader. Charlisle has known the Weasley family for years … they knew he could help … they asked, and he responded … that's about it …"

"So these Death Eaters are going to kill Harry Potter, and Charlisle needs to help … is that right?" I asked.

"Yes," responded Edward.

"Will there be a fight?" I whispered.

"If there is, it won't be like a vampire fight … they'll use magic."

Of course, magic. I wish I had some of that, it could come in use sometimes …

"Any other questions, Bella?" asked Edward.

I sighed. "A few."

"Go on."

"Okay … do wizards only live in England? Do they live in the US, too? What about Canada, or Mexico? Japan, Australia, Russia, China, Italy? Can wizards live forever, like us? Or do they die like humans? What are Muggles? Am I a Muggle? Are you a Muggle? Is Renesemee a Muggle? Do wizards use wands, or can they use their hands to conjure magic? How many wizards are there in the world? Do they out number vampires? Do wizards ride on brooms and magic—"

"Bella! Calm down; one question at a time," commented Edward. I saw a smile on his lips.

"Sorry," I said. I knew, at that moment, that if I were still human, I would have blushed.

"Wizards do live in America, they live all over the world—"

"Then why can't the wizards here help Mr Harry Potter and his family?" I asked.

"They didn't fight ten years ago, Bella. Saying that if there were to be a fight, they wouldn't really know what the impact would be," replied Edward, confidently.

"Okay …"

"Wizards die just like humans … You are a Muggle, I am a Muggle, Renesmee is a Muggle—we have no magical ability."

As I took in all this new information Edward was telling, I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that there were two wizards upstairs, planning to attack and kill followers of an evil man that was already dead—Death Eaters … how do you eat death?

"Edward, forget the other questions … I only have one," I whispered.

"Yes, Bella?" he promoted.

"Are they—the wizards—coming here, to Forks, to fight?"

Edward sighed deeply and rested his head on the back of the sofa.

"I'm afraid so … but we will protect them. The farther they get from Europe, the better—and what Death Eater would think of Forks … in Washington … in America?"