Chapter One

~ Sister ~

Harry coughed. I wonder where I am now. He thought in confusion. There was something beside him, another… Child? What?

Suddenly a light appeared out of nowhere. He wasn't being pushed out of his mother's womb like the other times… No, this time he was being cut out. C-section… what's going on? I feel my mother's energy… I-It's dying! MOM!

Harry hated to admit it, but he did get attached to every mother and father he had ever had. To know that this life mother was dying, he was going to be devastated.

MOM! He thought again, but all that came out was a soft wine and the hands of too many people were on him. He felt a little hand encase over his and his tiny head looked over to see what the thing was.

I have a sister? What? I've never… I've only ever been an only child. How is this happening?

Images suddenly fled threw his head, he felt another's worry and he pushed the same feeling back at the person, giving him the feeling that he had done to them what they were doing to him now.

This was the most hectic birthing he'd ever gone through. On top of that, Death had neglected to meet him like always, he was just shoved into this world with not familiar chat what so ever. He would talk to Death about that later.

"Bella! Bella stay with me!" Little Harry turned his head again as the person holding him and his sister walked away from the frantic man. That's our father, Harry thought, looking back at his sister.

And our mother, a feminine like voice projected into his head. Harry couldn't help but smile as his sister put images into his head again, explaining how she was able to think coherently. Harry then projected his own, showing her everything and trusting her with his secrets.

The two small heads nodded at each other and thought on to how their mother was doing. That was, until Harry lost sight of her energy. He quickly grabbed his sister's hand again, looking her in the eyes. Harry felt sadness for his mother and his sister helped sooth it; it seemed like she knew this would happen.

"Wow, you two are already very intelligent." Harry looked up and away from his sister to see a blond haired woman. She was smiling at them and started to rock them back and forth in her arms.

Despite Harry's and his sister's sadness, they both gave small smiles. His sister's was small because she was shy; his was small because the raven head didn't smile much in new lives. He would have to find out what these people were like first. His sister agreed.

It was an hour or so later that his sister and he were named. Bella, their mother, had already had a name for Renesmee, but they hadn't actually known about Harry. Turns out that Renesmee had been blocking him from his grandfather's, Carlisle, readings. Alice, his godmother and their aunt, hadn't seen him being born either, which shocked a lot of them. Their father, Edward, said that it might be because, like Bella, he couldn't read him. Every one accepted this and Ren and him shared a sigh.

Edward took it upon himself to name the little raven head. James… My father named me after my father… Heh. Might as well. He thought. Ren agreed. It was quite hectic after that. Jake, who had imprinted on Ren and started calling her Nessie, much to James' amusement, called Edward out for it.

Flashback

"You can't name him that! James was a vampire that almost killed Bella and you're going to name your son that?"

Rose snorted, "Seems fitting, but I agree with Edward. James is a nice, masculine name. And… It feels right to call this child by that name."

"That's why I named him that," Edward said defensively, "That name immediately came to mind and I can't seem to think of a better name that fits him."

Jacob huffed, "Yeah? Well I can think of a few."

"Jacob," this was Esme. The motherly woman had just stepped in and frowned at the wolf, "Please?"

The shifter nodded his head, gritting his teach and sat next to Rosalie, who was still holding Ren.

Ren then displayed her gift by putting her hand on Jakes face. This seemed to make everyone happy. Ren had a gift. James had one too, but Ren and he agreed to keep them secret. He frowned, but Ren looked at him and nodded. James understood what she was doing. She was getting the negative attention off him. Everyone seemed to be happy that he was there, but they all felt that he was foreign and were very weary of him. They're weary of me, a baby. Ha!

End Flashback

It was a few days after that that Bella finally woke. James was technically the first to know, Ren being second. Their father was the next to know, having smelt his mate's awakening. The news spread fast and the twins were Happy for their mother. They couldn't see her yet, not until she had her thirst under control.

When she did get back James was taken from the room, for some reason. Renesmee reached for him and he reach back, but they wouldn't take him back to her. He looked up at his godfather, Jasper, with betrayal and, knowing the vampires gift, pushed waves of sadness and loneliness into the man. The empath just frowned and James was quickly put in his crib and he crawled over to the edge holding the bars, begging with his vibrant green eyes for his godfather to come back. He didn't, he just kept walking and James sniffled. This was because of what they felt towards him. James felt unwanted because of this sudden show of their disliking of him. They weren't even letting him see his own mother!

"Someone wants to meet you!" Came a muffled exclamation from his father. James couldn't believe this. They were keeping him from his mother! Why are they doing this? MOM! MOM! He only wined though, as a soft tear rolled down from one eye. Why are they doing this? I want to see mom.

He heard Ren's excited gasps and new she was with their mom. James felt a few more waves of sadness as he leaned dejectedly against the safety bars on his crib.

"She has a gift," he suddenly heard his fathers muffled exclamation.

There was a pause and he heard his mother speak. She sounded mad, as if she were speaking through her teeth, "Show me my other baby."

Another pause, "Bella, we don't think that's a good idea."

"Why's that? He's my child. Let me see him!"

"Bella-"

The next thing James knew he felt a hand on his back. He had lain down; trying to get his ear closer to the floor to hear what had been said. The hand on his back then started to pet him and he immediately knew that this presence was his mothers. He wined and turned around, lifting himself into a sitting position. He heard a gasp and his mother ran a finger under both his eyes.

"You're so beautiful," she whispered. James reached his hand up to clasp Bella's and she gasped again. He sent her images and memories from the day he was born up until now. His mother smiled at him then smiled to his sister, "Seems you two share more than just a birthday."

James felt more presences arrive in the room but paid no attention as his mother carded a hand though his soft raven locks. "Why were you keeping him from me?"

Their father sighed, "Bell, we… we didn't know how you would react to him."

Said woman frowned, "What do you mean? Is this because we didn't know about him? That's hardly his fault."

Edward looked pained and opened his mouth to reply, only to close it. He thought or a moment before Jasper decided to speak up, "Bella, we all love him and everything, but can't you smell him? He smells foreign: to you, to use, to life. He smells like me. He feels like he doesn't belong-"

Bell cut him off, "Excuse me! Don't talk about him like that! So what if he smells different, foreign? That doesn't matter. You say that is smells like he shouldn't be alive? Look at the rest of us, we all smell like death … kind of." Her brow furrowed and she took a breath, to smell the air.

Suddenly she put Renesmee down in the crib and backed away. She held her nose and gagged. James not old smelled profusely like death, but he also smelled like he shouldn't be there, like he was tricking Bella into believing he was her child. He smelt like Alice and Jasper. Bella's instincts told her to attack and kill the trickster, but Bella had more control than any of them, including herself, had expected. She waited before taking another breath, trying to get use to the smell, but that only made her go crazier. All the control she thought she had suddenly left her body and she lunged towards James' side of the cradle.

It was Edward that held her back, stating that he needed Emmett's help. The two dragged the woman out, sad looks on their face as they both spared glances at the smaller of the two twins. James gave a wine and crawled over to his sister and she wrapped him up in her tiny arms.

"Right," came Jacob's voice from the back of the room, "That's enough experimenting for one day."

Alice nodded, "She'll need to get use to his sent eventually, and she will need to learn to control herself around him."

Jacob nodded back, "Well, let's not push it, okay?" Everyone silently agree.

Over the course of the next few days, everything was changing very quickly. Bella freaked again, finding out about Jacob's claim on Renesmee. Bella tried a few more times to get near James, but nothing she tried worked. Renesmee was even being taken from the main house to live in the woods with their mother and father, while he was to stay and be raised by the family until Bella had better control.

The time apart from Renesmee was agonizing and days turned to weeks and weeks before they were reunited again. Everyone and everything went on like normal, as if nothing was wrong with what was happening. Renesmee had even meet Bella's dad, Charlie. After a while Renesmee and he were being taught together by all members of the clan. Carlisle taught them science and health studies, while Emmett was like their personal PE teacher. Rosalie taught them math's and art. Jasper taught them history as well as foreign language. Esme how to cook. Lastly, Edward taught the twin music and literature.

Bella had yet to try and come within a certain distance of James again. Everyone had gotten use to this, though, and accepted that no matter how hard they tried, they wouldn't get her to budge. James felt dejected and unwanted by his own mother, but kept his feelings closed off to the clan, not wanting to cause a bigger fuss on the matter. At least you're happy, Ren, he thought as he was holding his sisters hand. She thought back, I'll never be truly happy without you, James. They looked to each other and James had to hold back his tears which were forming in his eyes as Renesmee brought the smaller boy into her arms. They hugged tight until Edward told them it was time for his sister to go.

As they parted James dogged a pat from his father, like he always did, and made his way upstairs. Edward sighed, feeling bad for his youngest, regretting that he wasn't trying hard enough to keep his two children together.

Months later and everyone was started to worry, for both the children. They were growing too fast, and the twins could both sense the tension. Edward started staying at the main house with James, so that his son could grow up with one of his parents. Every night, Edward would lie beside his smaller, younger son and pet his soft black curls, which hung to the youths chin.

"Daddy?" James called. This, he would have to admit, was probably his scariest life yet. Not because of evil lurking or because of madness hiding in the shadows. This was his scariest life because he felt like he was alone. He had his family and his father, yes, but being separated from his sister made him feel incomplete; and even though they did see each other, it wasn't as often has he needed.

The thing was, he knew something about his and his sister's growth that no one else did, but he didn't dare share this, or even tell his sister, in fear of bringing unneeded stress and complications to everyone.

Back in the present thought, Edward would have to say he was shocked to hear his son speak. The little tyke never spoke to anyone for anything other than his lessons. He didn't even speak with his sister; they just stared at each other with this look in their eyes. The boy didn't even smile; even to his sister! Edward thought they were making a breath through. The child was too closed off and depressed, all because of a problem they could have fixed by now, had they tried harder.

"Yes, love?"

James hid his face in the crevice between his father's chest and his forest green pillow. "Why doesn't mummy come see me? Does she not love me?" That was another thing. James had carried over his accent from his first life. The same with his appearance, only he had more beauty and grace due to his vampire genes.

"Sweetheart, how could you think that? Of course your mom loves you, just as much as I do."

James didn't believe him, "Then why doesn't she try again?"

Edward sighed; he didn't even know that answer. "I don't know," he admitted to his son. "Please, Jay, trust me. One day soon you will be with you mother again. We'll all be together as a family, the four of us."

The raven head wanted to believe him, but he just couldn't. His father lifted his head out of its resting place. He kissed his sons forehead and rubbed his cheek to one of James' smaller ones. "Tomorrow it will snow, that may help her to keep her control enough so you can play with Renesmee.

James nodded his head and touched his dad's cheek.

"I love you, too, James." With that the small boy drifted into sleep, dreaming of his sister and his family, and his desire for them to be just that, a family.