"I'm sorry if I took too long to get here." She said in a low voice, looking direct at Carlisle's eyes. "I was traveling through China after a few dragons, and couldn't be reach out. I came the moment I got the letter."

"It's ok, dear. It would be lovely to have you here earlier, but at least you came… but did you say you were after dragons?" Esme went after Carlisle and embraced the girl before looking at her for a few moments. "You do smell like aches…"

"Oh, sorry. One Portuguese long-snout almost got to me. They're a bit feisty, and hard to capture, but they are really rare nowadays, it's worth the risk. " She had said that so nonchalantly that even he was getting the feeling that it was easy to work with such animal, even for a vampire.

"Oh, that's really impressive, but what happened to Albus? He can be dead. He can't die." Carlisle had just read the letter she gave him, and was back from to the conversation.

"Do you mind if we were sitting down for this?" The girl, Hermione, asked, looking a bit tired. He didn't know that half vampires could feel like that.

"Of course not. Let's go inside." Carlisle said at once, guiding her inside, and everybody followed.

"Do you want something to eat? To drink?" Esme asked promptly, ready to be a great hostess.

"Water would be great, thanks." She said sitting down on the couch Carlisle pointed to her, and waited for everyone to get comfortable at the room. It had, still a lot of people to accommodate. The Denali coven were still there, Garrett included, also part of the wolfs, Benjamin and Tia, the Amazon's and Nahuel with his aunt Huilen. "Dumbledore told me that you two haven't been in touch for about thirty years or so. But he also told me that you knew about Voldemort."

"Yes, he got my help the first time the so called Lord Voldemort had power. And yes, we lost contact in the last three decades. He was busy making arrangements to save this family from that insane wizard, and I was moving around with my family. I never knew what happened with the family and Voldemort…"

She started telling the story that what happened after that. How this wizard with a strange name had disappear for a decade and how he came back. It was a crazy story, and if he was a normal person he would tell Carlisle to check if the girl wasn't on drugs, or if she was mentally stable.

"At my sixth year, one of my classmates was forced by Voldemort to kill Dumbledore. He try many times during the school year, almost killed two of my friends in the process." She took a time to breathe heavily. "But at the last moment one of the professors killed him. The truth that we learned much later was that Dumbledore was already dying because of a curse which was killing him slowly, and he had asked this professor to kill him at the right time. Snape, the professor in question, was a spy to our side, and was a true Dumbledore's man, and also the godfather of the kid that was asked to do the job. Dumbledore had asked him that so he would prove his loyalty to the Dark Lord, and to save the Draco's soul."

"He died like he lived, honorably." Carlisle said in a low voice, and everybody went silent for a moment. "I knew things were horrible in England, I heard stories, but I never knew it was that bad at the time."

"Even for someone that knows about magic and magical creatures is difficult to link the signs." Hermione said in a whisper, her head down with the weight of the tale she was telling.

"Hm… what happened next? Did Harry defeat the Voldemort guy?" Jacob asked the question everybody wanted to know at this point.

And she went back to the story, explaining about the horcruxes and how she and her friends went looking from them. He could tell that she wasn't telling the whole story, but the look at Edward's face told him not the press about it, that it was personal and even him was embarrassed to look at it. But it was evident to anyone there that even after so long she still mourn every single lost they had during the war.

That made him go back to his resent lost. Not that he had forgotten about it. He would never be able to forget about it. He missed Rosalie response to the girl's tale. The way she would hold him tight every time the story made a horrible turn or when the girl and her friends got in something dangerous. She would smile at the way Hermione talked about Dumbledore or Harry or Ron, while caressing him in a way that it was only hers.

At the end of her story he could see that most, like him, had more questions that anything else, but, also like him, were a bit hesitant to ask.

"Sorry to ask, but, how old are you?" Bella was the first one bold enough to ask something.

"I'll be twenty seven next September." She was young, too young to go through that much in such a young age.

"And when did you mature." The girl smiled at that question, looking down for a moment before going back to stare at Bella.

"I was fully grown by my seventh birthday, but I had another chance to go through that all again." She had a playful smile in her face, like she was remembering a good thing. "See, because I was educated by my aunt and uncle, after mother and father's death, I was putted on the muggleborn list." She paused for a few seconds, before continue. "A muggleborn is a wizard or witch that is born from non-magical parents, there for muggles." She explained quickly. "And every muggleborn when they reach the age of eleven they are visited by one of Hogwarts professor, that will explain about the school and mostly why the kid is doing such strange things."

Her smile got even bigger at that phrase, like she was enjoying a private joke. Edward just laughed at that, moving his head in a negative way. It had been a while since he had that type of reaction from somebody's thoughts.

"Professor McGonagall was the one who went to my place that day, thinking she was about to surprise my so called parents with her news. In the end she was the on surprise when she found that one of her future students was already fully grown." She opened her bag and started moving a few things around, before pulling a box that was impossibly bigger than the bag. She then opened the box and pulled a letter from it, moving that stick one more time so the paper was levitating in front of her so everybody could read. "She gave me that, after my aunt told her my story, but said that she had to talk to the headmaster about my situation. I would be a danger to anyone at the castle, but I wouldn't be the first one or even the last.

"Three days later, she got back with Dumbledore. He sat with me for a few hours, talking to me about my condition, my diet and how I was created. He never doubted me, and I was happy about having someone to talk besides my aunt and uncle. He said that he had a solution, but that I wouldn't be able to tell anyone about what I was and how I really looked like. He had made this necklace for me, and that it would make me look like any other eleven year old, and would allow me to look like I was growing like every classmate that I had." She made another pause, and took the necklace from the box. She put it on and in a flash she was looking like a twenty seven year old human. Well, she didn't look nothing like a daughter of a vampire. She, now had a bushy brown hair instead the curly and bounce one from before, her skin was pale not snow white, with a few burns like she had been in the sun for too long, the shadows under her eyes were worse than his when he was too long without a hunt. She wasn't ugly like that, she had something about her that could say she was beautiful, but there was something missing. "I got so used to it that I never take it off. I just thought that today I needed to do it.

"Every few weeks he would help me go out for a hunt or just sat with me and told about the vampires he knew and the stories that he knew, besides the ones we have on books at the school. He taught me how to make my books look like others, so nobody would notice the constant subject I was reading about it." Her eyes were once more down, her fingers tracing the partners on the box she was still holding. "He gave a life that wouldn't get if he wasn't the headmaster at the time, even if most of the time I had to pretend I'm not who I really I'm, but I think you guys know that is."

"Not with people so close to us, honey." Esme was looking at the girl like she wanted to hug her. Hell, he wanted to hug the girl. He couldn't allow Nessie to live like that, and this girl must have lived pretty much hiding her whole life.

"It was better than before, and after third year things got more fun and I had more time for me. My load at school was bigger than everybody else in my year or any year for that matter, so I had lot of excuses to expend time out of bed or in the library. With my reputation nobody thought of me doing something more than study and I could simply go out and run or hunt any time that I wanted. Besides, it took a lot of weight from my parents."

"I thought your parents had died" Garrett said and she smiled.

"Never knew my biological parents, and not to rise any questions my aunt and uncle had to be my true parents in the eyes of other students. And the raised me, so they are my parents more them my true ones, don't you think?" The ex-nomad smiled at year, looking satisfied at her answer.

"Where are they now?" Hermione sighted with that question, looking at the person who asked for a long time.

"Australia." She replied in a low voice. "They have a better life now." He glanced at Edward quickly to see his expression but it was difficult to read. He seemed to debate with something that she thought about it, and looked at Bella for a few seconds before shaking his head in a negative way. "But enough about me… What happen with the Volturi? They came?"

"Oh, they came alright." He said in a low torture voice, and stood up, looking to get out of there before they started telling her what happen. Most of the room went back to what they were doing before she arrived. He didn't want to stay at the house. Everything reminded him of her and he only wanted to be as away as possible right now. He went to the grave that they had made for her and sat there for hours, just looking at the name of his love. He told her about Hermione and the thinks he saw she doing, and how he wanted her to be there with him to see the thinks that the british girl would do in the future, to ask her what he could request the girl to do so he could see, and if she thought her magical powers could be stronger than him. But he never got an answer to his words, and that cut him even more.

After a few hours he got back to the house to see the Amazon's and Benjamin and Tia out. They were going back to their places that night and Carlisle would take them to Seattle to do so. The girl would be staying with them for a while. Carlisle, Edward and Bella had so many questions for her. They were grateful for Nahuel coming to the rescue, and he was going to stay too for a while, but Hermione was just like Nessie. She was a girl that had passed through the same things that Renesmee would be passing in the future. And even if it wasn't the time for him, he was grateful for her help in that. The Denali would also stay a few more days, so they could be here in a case of an attack, and so everyone could mourn Rosalie's death together.

Things seemed to get in line for everybody else, but for him, it was just like hell came to earth and nothing made sense any more.

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A few days had passed and more and more he stayed next to her grave. Every time he went home he would see the sad faces of his family or the way they got into the questions they had for Hermione and Nahuel.

Most of the day Hermione was in a dragon reservation in north Canada, and came back in time for dinner with Renesmee and Jacob. After that she would tell a few stories about her growth and how was her life at her school, so no one would notice what she was. He didn't see her sleep most of the time, which he had asked himself if she slept at all. They knew she had a tent in the forest. Jacob had said he found her getting out of it in the early morning, and Garrett had gone there once in the middle of a hunt. When asked she only said that she didn't want to impose, and that's why she preferred to stay at her tent.

He, however, didn't have that much contact with her. Every time he looked at the british girl, he couldn't stop thinking even more about Rosalie. She, even if she wouldn't say so, would be the only one to enjoy his curiosity about the girl, the comments he would make about her, or the questions he would want to question. So he stayed near her grave, looking at it like Rosalie would get from under the dirt, calling names, and asking who's the idea to put her there.

"I lost my mate too, you know" He was startle with the soft british accent, but tried not to show. He could hear her movements, and he didn't need to look to know that she had taken a sit by his side. "He died in front of me during the final battle. But I think he died the way he wanted; laughing." She had a small smile at her face. "His brother had just made a joke and he was just laughing about it, he was so happy to have his older brother back and seen him make a joke… It happened so fast and I couldn't do anything. I couldn't even look at him; I hold his baby brother so he couldn't do a stupid think and went to help Harry in his task again.

"Eight years, eight months, six days and thirteen hours. That's how long I've been liven without him, and every day it gets easier and harder at the same time." He looked at her for a long time; her eyes were on Rosalie's grave. "He was the only one that truly knew me; the only one that I told about my secret. He always said he was so luck for having me, because I would never die on him, he only forgot that I didn't want for him to day on me either." She sighted heavily and startle him again when she put her eyes on him. It was so intense, so serious that he didn't know how to handle it. "I made a afford to distance myself from his family, that it was also mine, because I couldn't bear the thought of going to his parents' house and not seen there, or go to the store he had with his twin brother and not see how happy they were in there. Merlin, I couldn't look at his twin brother without wanting to cry.

"But there isn't one day since the day I left England because of it that I don't regret it. I miss my friends, miss going for a drink or seen the silliness of the children around his shop. I wasn't there to see the birth of my godchild and see my best friends get married, because I couldn't bear to be near them without him nearby." She stopped to talk, but he knew she wasn't finished. "I did that with myself. I missed so much, and I simply don't know what to do to make everything go back to what was before or at least near to what it was.

"You have a beautiful family that loves you with their whole heart, and you have a really sweet niece that would to anything to see you smile again. Take your time to mourn, but don't forget that they are here for you, and that they are the ones who can help you coupe with your lost. I know Fred, my mate, won't forgive me for what I did, and I think that Rosalie wouldn't forgive you either if you didn't live your life the fullest."

With that, without waiting for a response, she turned to the grave and went back to the silence they were before. He didn't know what to say after that. She was right. Rosalie wouldn't forgive him if he let Renesmee grow up without his help, or if he just stayed there looking at her grave letting the time fly by without him noticing. She gave him another chance in live once, and he couldn't throw that out of the window. It would be too much of disrespect to her, to her memory. He would take his time to mourn, and slowly go back to his live.

He knew he wouldn't be completely happy without her, but he could try living as happy as he could and make people laugh like he always tried to make.

"Could you tell me about Fred?" He asked after a while.

"If you tell me about Rosalie." She smiled at him, and the only response he gave her was a little nod.

A/N:
Hey, guys.
Another chapter so soon, right? So just thought that I could had put this on the first one, and had been stuck in my mind, and I just couldn't hold it for me.
I have to thank everyone that favorite, is following and let a review in this fan fiction. Today was a really bad day for me, and I didn't have the courage to reply any review that you guys let for this. I would think that it wasn't good enough of a reply and feel even worse that I already feel. I promise that I will reply every each one of you in time and I very grateful for having you guys reading this.

Hope you like this chapter,

Kisses,
Meg