AN: This is my first fanfiction, so please excuse any mistakes for the moment. Please review.

Bella

As Edward led me into the kitchen at the Cullen's house, I felt a little nervous. I had been told that Carlisle and Esme's mates were here, and wanted to meet me. Edward hadn't said anything, except I had to meet them, so as they came in to view, I was completely shocked.

A man and a woman sat at the island with their hands around a steaming mug each. The woman had long brown hair pulled back in a French Braid. She had a light tan, and she had brown eyes. The man, however, had jet black hair, his skin so pale like he had never seen the sun, and bright green eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses.

Carlisle had a hand on the male's shoulder, not saying a word, and Esme was in the same position with the female.

"Harry, Hermione?" Edward sounded nervous, and their eyes shot up to him, there bodies tensing, but Edward continued talking, "This is my mate, Bella Swan."

He spoke slowly, not wanting to frighten them. The man, Harry, narrowed his eyes at me, not saying a word, but the woman, Hermione smiled softly.

"Hello, Bella. As you can probably tell, I look very human, and I am. I sleep, eat, drink, and even have a beating heart, but I am immortal. I do not age, but out of choice, not force. I am, technically, human, but I am different to you. I am magical, I can perform spells, good or bad, and I can create potions. I spent nine years aging, before I stopped, and Harry spent about six years aging before he chose to finish. He is also like me."

I nodded, surprised at having my questions answered before I asked. Edward stiffened beside me, and took a step forward. Harry suddenly stood up, and walked around the island. He moved to stand in front of me, and a small smile graced is lips.

"You have a gift, however, you were not born with it. You subconsciously created it to protect yourself. That's why you are so accepting of vampires," He seemed fascinated, almost hypnotised, "There are weak spots, not anything that can't be repaired... but the effort would be useless unless Edward promises to stop trying so hard."

"Why would she need to protect herself, love?" I heard Carlisle ask Harry. Love? I knew Carlisle and Esme only pretended in front of humans, but I didn't know he was gay.

"And why should I stop trying? She's my mate!" Edward protested vehemently. Harry rolled his eyes.

"For the same reason you had to stop trying with me, or do you want to witness it again as a reminder?" Harry snapped, drawing a long stick from his pocket, pointing it at Edward. I felt a hand guiding me away from the two men, and behind the counter. I turned my head to see it was Esme, who had already moved away from me and was wrapped in Hermione's arms. Carlisle took a few steps and stood in front of me. I could tell he was protecting me from something, because a few minutes later, I could see flashes of light, and hear a lot of yelling in another language. After a few minutes, everything went quiet, and Carlisle moved away. Harry stood in front of me, again, and he gave another small smile.

"I will find a way to find out why you have that block, Bella, I promise. But that could take months, even years, but I will find out," With those words, he vanished from sight.

It was an odd sight, Esme curled up on Hermione's lap, with Hermione running her hands through Esme's hair as she talked. Carlisle was in his chair reading a book, repeatedly looking up at the doorway.

I rested my head on Edwards shoulder, smiling softly at Hermione as she explained what she really was. She also explained the possibility of me becoming immortal, without becoming a vampire. It sounded tempting, but I wasn't too sure about it.

"What is it like, being immortal?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

Hermione laughed, "I guess being immortal is great, but only if you've got somebody to share it with."

"POTTER!" I heard Emmett roar, and Edward tensed up beside me. Esme raised her head, as Hermione giggled quietly just before Emmett burst in. The door bounced of the wall, and slammed shut behind him. Anger was etched into his features, and for the first time, I was scared of Emmett.

"I think you're looking for the wrong person," She said, smirking. His eyes widened, fear replacing the anger on his face. He backed away slowly, mumbling.

"I know you were angry... but..." His back hit the closed door, "I didn't mean to..."

"I know you didn't mean too, but I just had to make sure you and Harry were even," Hermione explained sweetly. He nodded and dashed out the room. Hermione rolled her eyes before turning to me and saying, "Emmett is absolutely terrified of me. Not only can I kill him with a flick of my wrist, I would. Harry wouldn't though, he struggled all through the war with it."

"War?" I asked, confused. Edward shook his head no, but Hermione didn't like that.

"Edward, you can't control Bella. She is a person, and is allowed to be curious. If you keep treating her like this, she'll either become very secretive and do things behind your back, or she'll stop asking questions, and become a puppet for you to play with," I could hear her frustration, and Edward stood, and stormed out of the room. I saw Harry lingering in the doorway, and Carlisle put his book down, beckoning for Harry to come in. Harry instantly went over to Carlisle, curling up in his lap. Carlisle pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead, and Hermione started speaking again.

"I was born in 1879. At the time, as a baby, my entire family had no clue about the magical world. I was just a baby. When Harry was born in 1880, he was born to magical parent, and he was born towards the end of the first wizarding world war. He was targeted by a monster, someone called Voldemort. Voldemort killed his parents, and tried to kill Harry, but the curse rebounded, leaving Voldemort weakened, and ending the first war. Harry was crowned 'The-Boy-Who-Lived', and sent off to live with his relatives who hate magic."

"I met Hermione on the Hogwarts Express in 1891, and I vividly remember her first words to me and Ron," Harry was now sat up, leaning against Carlisle's chest. Hermione blushed scarlet as Harry quoted her words, in a good impression, "'Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost one.', and I remember shrugging in response. She seemed quite arrogant, and I didn't like her at first, but she saved my life."

"How did I save your life? You saved mine!" Hermione asked, confused. Harry laughed.

"You taught Ron Wingardium Leviosa. If he had got it wrong, I probably would have died," Harry said, "And there are some things you cant do without winding up being friends, and saving one from a mountain troll is one of them."

"Who is Ron?" I asked softly. Hermione let out a laugh as Harry struggled to find the words.

"He... He was my best friend, but... he died before he could join us in immortality," Harry said with a sigh. Hermione went on to describe their Hogwarts years, moving the subject away from Ron

"In our first year at Hogwarts, we discovered the Philosopher's Stone. Voldemort was after it, and Harry stopped him, and, um, murdered our teacher. In our second year, Ron's little sister, Ginny, was given a diary, and a piece of Voldemort was in it, and he possessed Ginny, trying to kill all the muggle borns in the school, including me. While I was stuck in the hospital wing, Harry fought a basilisk and destroyed the diary, saving Ginny's life. Our third year was much easier, with no appearances of Voldemort, but we did save Sirius' life."

Harry had snuggled back into Carlisle's arms, and Carlisle was murmuring to him, to quietly for me to hear what was being said.

"I think that's enough storytelling for today. You can tell her the rest tomorrow." I heard Edward's hard voice, the anger obvious. Hermione sighed.

"What makes you think I was going to tell her. I was going to show her," Hermione said proudly, beaming up at him. She knew he was angry, and didn't care. He huffed, and turned to me.

"I need to hunt to night. I'll have Alice or Emmett watch over you," He said, and I ground my teeth together. I am not a child, I don't need a babysitter. Victoria is gone, and she has been for weeks.

With his words, he turned and left the room, and I sighed. Harry got out of Carlisle's lap and came over to me.

"Now he's gone, I can see if I can figure out why you have a block."

He led me upstairs, and into a room I had never seen before.

It had ceiling high bookshelves, and a comfy sofa with a roaring fireplace. He had me sit in front of him, and me lean against his chest.

He murmured the words to a story I hadn't heard before, but his tone was so soft that I wanted to fall asleep. After a few moments, I closed my eyes, and the speaking stopped. Behind my eyelids was the picture of a river, pictures within it. They were all moving, telling a story. I found myself walking along the river, trying to watch one of the stories.

"This is what Edward heard in your head; running water," I heard Harry speak from behind me, and I spun around. He had a mischievous grin on his face, and then grabbed my hand. I ram with him, and suddenly, I felt as if I was falling.