Welcome to the third story in the Singer Series. I hope you enjoy this story :)

Chapter One

Left Out

Hermione and Edward sat out on the Potter's front lawn with Harry, Ginny and their son James. Hans was also with them, his wife of over one year, Leah and their daughter, Tala Kacela Christophe. Leah had chosen the name as Tala was Native American for wolf and Kacela was African for Hunter.

This combined the two perfectly in their little girl. Hermione was currently holding James, who was two years old, in her marble arms. James was touching her skin, trying to find the things that made her arms sparkle in the sunlight.

A pang ran through her at the thought she could never have a child with Edward. After all, she was technically dead. She sighed and lightly kissed James' forehead. James giggled as his godmother's cool lips touched his skin. "My-knee!" He cooed.

Hermione giggled and tickled the toddler gently. Edward watched as his wife played with the boy, knowing the she felt the longing most females felt after a while. He could see it in her eyes as she looked at Tala and James. He looked up to see Hermione looking at him as James toddled off to his mother. Edward shot her his trademark crooked grin.

Hermione smiled back and looked fondly at her godchildren. Images of the children she would never have flew through her head and dampened her mood slightly. She jumped as Edward put his hands on her shoulders.

"Love, don't think about it. I know it hurts and you long for a child, but just think about what else you have gained." He whispered. Hermione's topaz eyes slid shut and images of Edward and the Cullens flooded her mind. A smile appeared on her face.

"You're right, as usual." She replied, reaching up and stroking her husband's jaw. Edward leaned into her touch and smiled softly. "I love you, Hermione Cullen." He hissed silently. Hermione smiled at her married name. "And I you, Edward Cullen."

Ginny watched from her seat as her best friend turned Vampire had a private moment with her husband. James pulled on her red hair and diverted her attention back to her son. "Hello, baby. What is it?" She asked.

James smiled widely up at her. "Juice." He demanded. Ginny smiled indulgently at the little raven haired boy and handed him his juice cup. James' brown eyes slid shut again and his breathing evened out after a little while.

"Do you want me to take him?" Hermione asked, noticing her godson had fallen asleep. Ginny smiled up at her friend, knowing the agony that Hermione most be going through. "Of course. You know where the nursery is by now." She replied.

Hermione carefully held the small boy in her arms, the mini replica of Harry, and entered Godric's Hollow, where the Potters now lived. She climbed the stairs and came to a stop outside a small room.

The walls were a deep blue and had mountains that housed dragons on them. The floor was the colour of grass and the ceiling was full of stars. The moon stood out clearly in the sky.

It was spelled to change when little James went to sleep to help him rest better. Hermione lay him down in the cot and pressed another kiss on his forehead. "Sleep well, James. Remember Aunt Hermione loves you with all her un-beating heart."

Harry was just going to grab something from his study that he wanted to show Hans and Leah. He passed his son's nursery when he heard Hermione's whispered statement to his son.

He felt a pang in his heart for his friend and turned away. If it wasn't for him, she would still be human. At least that was what he thought.

Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry, startling him out of his morbid thoughts. "You're thinking too hard." Hermione whispered. Harry sighed and hugged her back. "I'm sorry. It's my fault you're a Vampire." He told his oldest friend. "Maybe so. But I wouldn't change anything for the world." Hermione grinned, kissing his cheek and returning to the garden.

Tala was asleep in her mother's arms when Hermione got back outside and Hans and Edward were deep in discussion about Vampire history. Hermione grinned to herself. No, she wouldn't change a thing at all about the way her life had played out.

After all, things happened for a reason and if it wasn't for the war she wouldn't have moved to Forks, met Edward, become a Vampire or have met Hans. Also, Hans wouldn't have ever met Leah and innocent little Tala wouldn't have been born.

Not to mention she wouldn't have some of the wonderful friends she had now if it wasn't for the war; or the wonderful family she had grown to love and now got to spend eternity with. No, she couldn't imagine her life any other way. She sighed happily and took her seat beside Edward again, talking to Leah and Ginny. Yes, she was very happy with the way things were.

Please Read and Review. Hi, sorry for any rambling in this chapter. It was mainly about how Hermione feels.