Carlise watched in horror as the boy he had carried around for hundreds of years walked towards the child vampire standing on top of the pile of bodies, soaked in blood. The young girl smile, long, blood soaked hair draping down her back as she reached up to lovingly cup Harry's face, staining his face with blood. Carlise felt so helpless as he was held down by an invisible force. There was a ripped teddy bear with a missing eye was dragged around by the girl as she tore out the throats of the village, draining their life force one by one. Harry's eyes looked into the girls, a spark of recognition. The child opened her mouth:
Half a pound of tuppenny rice,
Half a pound of treacle,
That's the way the melody goes,
Pop! Goes the weasel.
The last word was uttered. Everything in a 50km radius was silent. Then a sound wave blasted everything. That day a small quaint town disappeared off the face of earth. Carlise escaped, barely, but with a cost, he lost his memories of Harry. The young girl had just disappeared along with Harry before the destruction. It was only years later when the Cullens went to the Volturi that Harry and Carlise came face to face again.