Author's notes: I really like to read the fanfiction where the characters are reading their story and making comments and such. But I really did not want to be one who does another one. So I did it my way or actually Hermione's way (I hope). You know her, why write one page when four will allow you to give more details. As I began to write, Ron, Harry and Ginny began to make comments too, so I figured out a way to put those in too. Then of course there had to be a way to answer any question the Cullens may have. I put the comments from the potter gang and the answers in "pop-ups".

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the mistake, Ms Rowling and Ms Myers own what is theirs, but God owns all the glory.

The letter is in bold text, the answers are in [bold text], direct quotes from Ms Rowling's books are in italics bold text, comments from the Potter gang are in [plain italics text] and words and action spoken or taken by the Cullens are in plain text.

This page of the letter was compiled from Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone: Chapter 1; The Boy Who Lived, Chapter 2; Vanishing Glass, and Chapter 3; Letters from No One.

Chapter 4 The Letter Begins: Year one

O.k. let's see what Ms Hermione Weasley has to say" he pick it up and turned it over. He raised his eyebrow when he saw the wax seal. He didn't think anyone did that anymore. He looked at his family as they sat themselves around the table. He looked at Bella and she gave him an encouraging smile. Taking a deep breath he broke the seal and opened the envelope.

"Wait!" shouted Emmett.

"What!" Edward jumped in surprise and turned angrily to him, as did everyone else.

"Sorry!" He began. "But I just thought- what if it's not just a letter. I mean we really don't know these people or whatever. What if they're not as honest as they sound? Sure Siobhan said that that vampire said that Harry Potter was noble but what if he was wrong." Silent meet his confusing statement. "I just mean what if the letter is booby trapped somehow – they are magical after all."

"You know, that not a bad point, Edward." Jasper agreed.

"I really don't think they would do anything harmful, but…" Edward stood and ran at his top speed across the lawn, jumped over the river and ran to the edge of the trees.

"I think that far enough." Carlisle told him. Edward turned to look back at his family. Seeing that Jacob was restraining Bella from joining him and knowing that he wouldn't be able to hold her long, he quickly remove the letter from the envelope as Bella shouted no, but nothing happen. He returned to the table just as quickly as he left it. At the table, Bella greeted him by throwing herself into his arms while his sisters slapped the back of his head at the same time.

"Ah, man, you know I didn't mean for you to do that!" Emmett spoke sadly at him.

"I know, Emmett but I couldn't let anyone else-"

"Then we shouldn't have opened it in the first place!" Rosalie interrupted incensed.

"You know I wouldn't have been able to keep from not opening it." He said back to her, amused.

"I know." She answered back with a small smile.

"O.K." Carlisle calmly commanded "everyone sit back down. Edward, read the letter."

"Out loud" Emmett repeated.

Edward gave Emmett a look as he unfolded the letter. He looked at the tiny writing and turned the letter so they other could see it. He could see it just fine but a human would not be able to without the aid of a magnifying glass. The writing was tiny and the letter was several pages long, he turned the first page over to check and sure enough it was written on both sides. This may take a while. He took a deep breath and began to read.

Dear Mr. Cullen,

My name is Hermione and as I'm sure you remember I'm the witch that stopped you that day on that London street. It was because of Cedric that I stopped you and I would like to tell you about him but first I feel I should tell you about us and the things that came before and after Cedric.

But first let me assure you as I am sure Harry has done already with his note. That although this letter has found you there is no way we could use the owl to find you.

"Does that mean she could find us using other means?" Rosalie asked, finding the wording a little suspicious.

"If it does, it doesn't matter where we go they'll find us if they are of a mind to." Edward answered.

"Don't you think, if they would have, they would have done so before now?" Jasper asked.

We mean you no harm, I promise. We, well mainly me, are writing you this letter with the hope that we can become friends or at the very least exchange letters.

"Aww, Eddie, she wants to be your pen pal!" Emmett laughed.

O.K. where to begin. At the beginning, right. But what, whose beginning?

"Doesn't it sound like she talking to someone else?" Bella asked. Everyone's head nodded in agreement.

All of us, Harry, Ron, Ginny and I met and became friends at Hogwarts, so perhaps I should start there. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was a school started over a thousand years ago by four of the greatest witches and wizards of that time. They wanted to teach and help young witches and wizards to reach their full potential. The school houses were named after them; they were Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. They built the school far away from prying eyes because it was in a time when magic was feared by common people and witches and wizard suffered much persecution. For a few years, the founders worked in harmony together, seeking out youngsters who showed signs of magic and bringing them to the castle to be educated. But then disagreements sprang up between them. A rift began to grow between Slytherin and the others. Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts. He believed that magical learning should be kept within all-magic families. He disliked taking students of Muggle parentage, believing them to be untrustworthy. After a while, there was a serious argument on the subject between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and Slytherin left the school. There was of course a great many students to pass through the halls of Hogwarts, including most all of the teachers that taught there and in later years, Ron and Ginny's parents and Harry's met and fell in love there. My parent didn't because they are muggles.

"There that word again." Bella said "What is a Muggle?" There was a pop, as if a bubble had been broken. It was quiet but everyone heard it. It came from the letter. Edward toss the letter to the table as a space blanked out on the paper and words began to appear. They looked as though they had been type on an old fashion typewriter and it sounded that way too.

"What the hell is going on?" as soon as he spoke another pop happened than another blank spot appeared and the sound of a quill scratching across the paper came with the words that appeared. This one seemed to run in the middle of what was being typed. It was the same writing as the letter. Edward didn't pick-up the letter but read it from where it lay. [Yes, well, I put a charm on the letter to answer any question you may have about what you are reading. Also I put another charm on it too. As I was writing the letter, Ron, Harry and Ginny wanted me to add comments. I didn't really want to do all that writing so I charmed the letter so that you could see the comments as they made them. Each will be in their own handwriting but to help you see the difference I'm also making each one their own color as well, first up, Harry] another popping sound then the words were replaced by a messy hand writing in a dark green ink. [Green, huh Hermione. Don't believe she doesn't want to do all the writing it just that she likes to show off her charm skills] a popping sound and that was replaced with [Harry! Next up Ginny], replaced by [Ooh, brown, I like it. Hi everyone!] in a very pretty girly hand writing, then replaced with [And lastly my darling husband, Ron] the next pop up said [Why are you being so nice? Ugh, red! Oh come on Hermione!] it was not only red but a very bright red and a very messy hand writing. POP. Green writing replaced it [Why not? It matches your hair perfect.] to be quickly replace with the red hand writing POP [Oi] POP [Anyway the charm so go into effect in a few more sentences, I'm not sure when you would ask a question but I figured it would be near the beginning and I thought this charm then too.] right before each new hand writing appeared there was a popping sound. The hand writing was gone leaving the typewritten words still there, waiting. No one said anything and the words remained.

"What's it waiting for?" Bella questioned. And another popping sound happened and the page blanked again and typing began again, this time Edward read it as it typed [For you to read it.] as soon as he finish the sentence the page returned to the other type written words. So he read them [Muggle: noun: a being with no magical ability] and as soon as he did the page return to Hermione's original letter. Edward began reading again but did not pick the letter back up. Everyone stared at the letter and no one not even his brothers teased him about being to scare to pick it up.

While there at school Harry's father met and made friends with three other boys and together they become known as theMarauders, they were mischief makers of the first class but their story is for another letter all on its own and this letter is about Harry. But to know about Harry you first need to know about Voldemort. He was a dark wizard that had gone as bad as a wizard could go. He wanted two things most of all, one; to be the most powerful wizard of all time and two; to live forever.

"I wonder why he didn't become a vampire?" Jasper questioned.

To get this he use those he could and killed those he could not, Harry's parents were just two of the many killed but two of the few that he himself killed himself. [You know, I wonder why didn't he become a vampire?] it was the green writing, Harry's. POP Hermione's appeared [I think that he felt that vampires were beneath him.] there was another pop then hers again [No offense.]

The vampires laughed and Carlisle said "None taken."

He also tried to kill Harry, when he was but a year old, but he did not succeed.

"He tried to kill a baby!" Esme cried shocked. The rest reacted with shock when they realize the truth of this.

Dumbledore felt that best thing for Harry would be to be raise by his mother's sister, little did he realize that Harry may have a protected life but not a happy one.

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, than- you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense. Mr. Dursley was a large man with little or no neck but a very large mustache and he worked as the director of a firm that made drills. Mrs. Dursley was a taller, thinner women, who kept house and her nose in everyone's business. Together they raised their son to be a fat spoil mean prat. They knew what Mrs. Dursley's sister was of course but they pretended that she and her family didn't exist. The morning after Harry's parents were killed the Dursley awoke to a gray dull Tuesday and believe it to be just another day. As Mr. Dursley left for work he thought he saw a cat reading a map, then reading the street sign and as he stared at it, it stared back at him he tried to shoo it away but got a stern look for his trouble.

"I bet that cat is a witch or wizard."

"Said the dog." Rosalie sneered.

He soon put it out his mind because he was like that. But as he arrived at work, also notice that the street seemed to be filled with odd people, dressed in odd cloaks celebrating. He figured that it was a silly stunt to collect money for some meaningless thing, like for the poor.

"Meaningless?" Carlisle murmured. Sadden but not really surprise that the selfishness of humans.

And again he put it out of his mind until he went out to get a roll for his lunch and he heard the odd people talking, for they were still out and about standing around talking when they should be hard at work like him. He heard them talking about the Potters and their son, Harry and this filled him with dread. This was their worse fear, that normal people would hear of them but these people were not by any means normal but if they continue to talk on the streets then the normal people were bound to hear about the Potters too. He thought his fears were coming true when later that night on the evening news they reported how the owls were flying during the day and strange sparks were going off everywhere. They went to bed later that night, her to fall fast asleep but his was troubled. But how much more would their sleep be affect if they knew what was happening on the street or what the next day would bring.

Out on the street the cat now sat on the garden wall and watch a even stranger man appear as if out of nowhere at the end of the street. As she watched the man pulled what looked like a cigarette lighter out of his cloak and flip it open. As he clicked the top, the lights on the street popped out with each click. He walked to the cat and sat down beside it but now it was a rather severe-looking woman.

"Told you a witch"

"Amazing, you were right dog!"

"Rosalie." Esme said quietly and her daughter subsided.

The man was Professor Dumbledore, the current headmaster of Hogwarts and the woman was Professor McGonagall, the transfiguration teacher there.

"What's transfiguration?" Emmett asked, mainly to see the letter do magic again. Sure enough there was a pop and the page blanked out again followed by the word being typed in. this time Emmett read them

[Transfiguration: verb: the turning of one object into another. Example: turning a toothpick into a sewing needle.]

"Cool." He said but no one knew if he was commenting on the letter magic or the magic of transfiguration. Edward look towards him but it seemed he was done for now.

Professor Dumbledore explained that the Potters were indeed dead and yes their son had survive the attack from Voldemort and as a result he, Voldemort seem to disappear

"Good!" several said.

but no one knew how, why or even if he was gone for good,

"Oh, I hopes so!" Esme said.

"I also hope." Carlisle said. "But I fear that he is not."

Eyeing how long the letter seemed to be Jasper silently agreed.

but for now it seemed the bad days were over but Dumbledore was not so sure. However, Harry needed to be care for. He further explained that Hagrid had collect Harry from the house and was bringing him to his aunt and uncle. Professor McGonagall was not at all pleased that Harry was to be with these people. Professor Dumbledore explain that he had a letter for the aunt that explain what had happen and how he expected her to care for her sister's son. Well, Hagrid arrived with Harry on a huge, flying motorcycle.

"Whoa!" exclaimed Jasper.

"Cool!" shouted Jacob. As the two with motorcycles in the group, everyone knew that they were wishing to see that bike. Rosalie rolled her eyes but she wouldn't find have a glance at it herself.

And soon after, McGonagall turned herself back into a cat, Hagrid flew off on the motorcycle, and Dumbledore used his Put-Outer to return the lights to the lamps and with tears in their eyes they left Harry with the letter asleep on the front steps

"They left him on the front steps!" Esme shouted. Everyone turned to her shocked. Esme rarely shouted. She must be very upset. "Are they crazy? You don't leave a baby outside on the steps. How could they do that?"

"I'm sure there was some kind of magical protection on him while he was there, Esme." Carlisle said to her trying to calm her down.

"Sure, but still, really." She was a little calmer.

"Hermione stated earlier in the letter that Harry was protected there, I'm sure it started right away." Edward attempted to calm her more.

"O.K. but he should have talk to the aunt to make sure she take care of the boy." Esme said still angry.

"I agree, love" Carlisle told her.

to be awoken the next morning by his aunt screaming in surprise when she open the door to place a milk bottle on the stoop. Mr. Dursley didn't need to worry about the normal people hearing anything but all those odd ones would know all about Harry, the boy who lived.

Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew on the front step, but Privet Drive had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys' front door; it crept into their living room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr. Dursley had seen that fateful news report about the owls. Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-colored bonnets

"Why would they take pictures of a beach ball wearing different colored bonnets?" Emmett asked confused.

but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, and now the photographs showed a large blond boy

"Oh." He said as the others laughed.

riding his first bicycle, on a carousel at the fair, playing a computer game with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too.

Often Harry had to make sure that there were no spider [Ugh, spiders (Ron)] in his socks (hand me downs from his much larger [fatter (Ron)] cousin) for the cupboard under the stair was full of them and that where Harry slept.

"What?" several voices exclaimed at once.

"Oh my God," whispered Esme shocked. "How could they do that to a child?"

On the morning of his cousin's 11th birthday he arrived in the kitchen to take over the making of breakfast from his aunt because his aunt was busy showing Dudley the thirty-seven gifts that he had received [What was the reason for all the other times he cooked?(Ron)]. But Dudley was disappointed because that was less than last year's total but his mother promise to get him two more when they when to the zoo later, he still was not appeased until his mother explained that would give him thirty-nine presents – one more than last year.

Usually on occasions such as these, they left Harry with a batty old neighbor lady [Hey, remember she save my butt later (Harry)] [Yeah, yeah, but that's for later (Hermione)] but she had broken her leg tripping over one of her dozens of cats and because they couldn't find any place to put him and they were not going to leave him alone in the house because they fear Harry would blow it up. They were force to take Harry with them but not before his uncle gave him a warning not to do any funny business. Because they had lie to him about his parent, Harry didn't know what he was and all the funny stuff that seem to happen to him was because of it.

The day was not too bad. He got a cheap lemon ice pop when Dudley and his friend got large ice creams because the lady behind the counter asked Harry what he wanted and they didn't want to look bad by not getting him anything and at the restaurant he got to finish Dudley's dessert when Dudley threw a fit because there wasn't enough ice cream on it and they ordered him a new one with more ice cream. All in all a pretty good day because Dudley and his friend hadn't gotten bored enough yet to start hitting on him. Good until the reptile house, that is. [Yeah, I knew it was too good to last. (Harry)]

"Whoa, I wondered what happen in the reptile house." Emmett asked.

"I'm sure she will be telling us next, Emmett." Edward answered.

"Yeah, I kinda figured." Emmett said, "Can't wait to hear what happen. So go ahead, Eddie and read." He paused than said with a grin before Edward could start again. "Out loud."

"Emmett." He turned to Esme as she softly continued "That's enough now."

"Yes, ma'am." He said before turning back to Edward with a wicked grin. Edward just rolled his eyes and began reading again.

They were staring through the glass at a huge snake but it did nothing not even when Uncle Vernon tapped on the glass. They soon moved away but Harry stayed and watched the snake some more when it lifted its head and looked back at Harry and seemed to wink.

"Snake can't wink, they have no lids."

"That's way it said 'seemed to', Emmett." Bella pointed out.

Harry looked around to see if anyone else saw what happen but no one did. Harry didn't know why he did but he began talking to the snake and it seem to understand what was being said and responded to Harry by pointing to a sign with its tail and shaking it head at a question from Harry but that was when Dudley's friend notice what Harry was doing and called attention to it. Dudley pushed Harry out of the way and that's when it happened.

Edward paused. "What, what happen." Several voices spoke out not just Emmett's.

See when a young untrained witch or wizard get excited [or mad (Harry)], nervous [or mad (Harry)], scared [or mad (Harry)] [alright Harry! (Hermione)], or mad

Everyone around the table laughed.

he can cause accidental magic. This magic that is done by the young ones without any thought, control, or intention of doing so. It is usually a very simple magic. [Making things vanish is not a simple magic, Hermione (Ron)] [I know that, Ron just goes to show how special he is even at that age. (Hermione)] [Shut it (Harry)]

More laugher around the table. "Seems this Harry is like Bella in a way" Edward said as he smiled at his wife, who made a face back at him.

"In what way do you mean, Edward?" Carlisle asked.

"They each don't see how special they are and neither wants anyone pointing out that they are." He answered as the rest the group nodded in agreement.

And that is what happened at the zoo. Harry made, accidentally, the glass front of the boa constrictor's tank vanished. The snake escaped, thanking Harry as it when by.

"Wizards understand animals." Jasper said worried over the powers these 'people' seem to have.

"I don't think its all animals." Edward disagreed. "I think that this Harry may have a special ability."

No one could figure out what had happen, except of course for uncle Vernon who had a pretty good idea, and punished Harry for it.

The thing was that strange things like this happen to Harry all the time, like the time his aunt cut off all his hair

"Oh no! She did not" gasped Alice

because no matter what was done it always looked messy but by morning it had grown all back

"Oh good." She sighed relieved.

and still just as messy, or the time a revolting old sweater of Dudley's Harry didn't want to wear kept shrinking as his aunt try to pull it over his head or the time he found himself on the school roof while being chased by Dudley and his gang [I thought that I had flown up there. (Harry)], he didn't understand what was happening to him because no one had told him he was a wizard.

The escape of the Brazilian boa constrictor earned Harry his longest-ever punishment. By the time he was allowed out of his cupboard again, the summer holidays had started

"Those horrible humans" Rosalie said feeling sorry for the boy.

and Dudley had already broken his new video camera, crashed his remote control airplane, and, first time out on his racing bike, knocked down old Mrs. Figg as she crossed Privet Drive on her crutches.

"Oh my goodness!" Esme exclaimed.

Harry was glad school was over, but there was no escaping Dudley's gang, who visited the house every single day. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon were all big and stupid, but as Dudley was the biggest and stupidest of the lot, he was the leader.

"Hey, Emmett think you could take over as leader of that gang." Jasper asked.

"Why would I want to – hey!"

The rest of them were all quite happy to join in Dudley's favorite sport: Harry Hunting. This was why Harry spent as much time as possible out of the house, wandering around and thinking about the end of the holidays, where he could see a tiny ray of hope. When September came he would be going off to secondary school and, for the first time in his life, he wouldn't be with Dudley. Dudley had been accepted at Uncle Vernon's old private school, Smeltings. Harry, on the other hand, was going to Stonewall High, the local public school. [Dudley thought this was very funny. He told me that they stuff people's heads down the toilet the first day at Stonewall and did I want to come upstairs and practice? (Harry)] [So what you say to him mate? (Ron)] [I said, No, thanks. The poor toilets never had anything as horrible as your head down it — it might be sick. Then I ran, before Dudley could work out what he'd said. (Harry)] [Did he ever? (Ron)]

Everyone laughed at that but stopped when Edward began to read again but soon they were laughing again but Edward just kept on reading over the laughter.

One day in July, Aunt Petunia took Dudley to London to buy his Smeltings uniform, that evening; Dudley paraded around the living room for the family in his brand-new uniform. Smeltings' boys wore maroon tailcoats, orange knickerbockers, and flat straw hats called boaters. They also carried knobby sticks, used for hitting each other while the teachers weren't looking. This was supposed to be good training for later life. As he looked at Dudley in his new knickerbockers, Uncle Vernon said gruffly that it was the proudest moment of his life. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and said she couldn't believe it was her Ickle Dudleykins, he looked so handsome and grown-up. Harry didn't trust himself to speak. He thought two of his ribs might already have cracked from trying not to laugh.

"You know I might have cracked a couple ribs laughing." Emmett declared.

"Yeah!" Jacob agreed, trying to catch his breath.

The next morning Harry was sent to get the mail [Either get the mail or be poked with Dudley's knobby stick (Harry)]. Three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon's sister Marge, who was vacationing on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill and— a letter for Harry. Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him. Who would? He had no friends, no other relatives — he didn't belong to the library, so he'd never even got rude notes asking for books back. Yet here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake: Mr. H. Potter, The Cupboard under the Stairs, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey,

"Hey, I wonder if they still live there," Rosalie said. "Those humans I mean."

"Rosalie, you cannot go to Surrey and kill those humans." Edward said dryly.

"Yeah, that's right, Rose." Emmett said. Then met her eyes as she turned angrily toward him and smiled slowly. "We'll just scare the sh-"

"Emmett!" Esme stopped him before he swore.

"stuffing," Emmett continued as if there was no interruption "out of them." Rosalie laughed and kissed him on his cheek.

"Can't do that either, I'm afraid, Emmett."

"Carlisle!" Esme looked at her husband.

"I mean 'You can't do that, Emmett!'" he corrected. Esme just shook her head at them while the rest laughed.

The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp. Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H. [Hey, I was just wondering…(Ron)] [I'll use the W, Ronald.(Hermione)] [Hey, I was just checking (Ron)]

"Must be talking about the wax seal on this letter." Edward explained what he thought.

"Why would he have to wonder for?" Esme asked.

"Well, when she introduced herself she used Ganger," Bella began to explain. "And he quickly corrected her that it was Weasley."

"I think that she tends to forget her married name and it upset him." Edward further explained. They nodded that they understood what Edward and Bella had said but most were puzzled about why this would upset Ron. Edward understood, even though they have been married for over three years now he still liked it when Bella used the name Cullen when she talked about herself. He was not looking forward to the time when Bella would need to use her old name of Swan when they started over again. Maybe he could get her to use the name Masen instead. That would be almost as good. He looked up from his musing to see that everyone but Emmett was waiting patiently for him to start reading. Emmett wasn't saying it because he promised Esme he was finish with it but Edward could see the 'out loud' in his smile.

Before he could open the letter, Dudley pointed out that Harry had a letter to his father who jerked it out of Harry's hand. When shook the letter open and saw who had written to Harry, he and wife had a fright. They sent Harry to his cupboard and Dudley away while they discuss what to do. One of the first things they did was to move Harry from the cupboard to Dudley's second bedroom

"What!" both Esme and Rosalie exclaimed.

"There was a bedroom he could have had and they left him in a broom closet!" Rosalie shrieked.

the second thing they decided to do was ignore the letter, to pass it off as a mistake that it had been addressed to Harry. The second morning, Dudley was sent for the mail where he found another letter addressed to Harry, this time with the smallest bedroom in the address. His father took the letter from him before Harry could get it when he call out that Harry had another letter.

"What an idiot," Jacob laughed "didn't he want to know what was in the letter too."

"Yeah, if he had kept it a secret, then he would have known but not Harry." Emmett agreed.

"Maybe he would have beaten you out as leader of the gang, Emmett." Jasper said. "Even you're not that stupid."

"That's right – Hey!"

On the third day Harry decided to sneak out and met the mailman at the corner but he fell over his uncle Vernon who was sleeping in front of the door just for that reason. Three letters arrived that day. The fourth day, Friday, twelve letters arrived but they could not come through the mail slot because Uncle Vernon had nail it shut so they came in by any crack they could seem to find.

"How do they know that Harry is not getting his letter?" Bella asked then jumped at the pop.

[Each letter has a charm on them that informs the school that the person it was intended for has read it. Until the charm is released the school will automatically sent letters each day thereafter.]

On the fifth day, Aunt Petunia found 24 letters in two dozen eggs she tried to fix for breakfast. The sixth day was a Sunday and Vernon was sure there would be no post that day. As they were sitting down for tea and Vernon was about to eat a cookie when a letter flew out of the kitchen chimney and struck him sharply in the back of his head.

Emmett and Jacob laughed. They were soon joined by Renesmee's giggle. That was all it took for the rest to join in.

There was a short pause then 30 or 40 letter began to shoot out of the chimney and fly around the room. Uncle Vernon physical threw Harry out of the room before he could pick one up. [Oi, that git pick you up and threw you out the door? (Ron)] [Yea, don't you remember how skinny I was? (Harry)] I don't understand why he thought it would work but he took Harry and his family and hit the road. They drove all day, many times making sudden turns as if to throw them off before settling for the night in a cheap motel. The next day the manager asked if one of them was Harry Potter because he had about a hundred letters addressed to him. Vernon of course took them and destroyed them just as he had been doing all along. They spend that day driving also, this day they ended up on a small island in the middle of a river. This island had room for one small shack that looked as though a strong wind would blow it down.

As night fell, the promised storm blew up around them. Spray from the high waves splattered the walls of the hut and a fierce wind rattled the filthy windows. Aunt Petunia found a few moldy blankets in the second room and made up a bed for Dudley on the moth-eaten sofa. She and Uncle Vernon went off to the lumpy bed next door, and Harry was left to find the softest bit of floor he could and to curl up under the thinnest, most ragged blanket.

"These people are truly horrible." Esme whispered as she turned her face into Carlisle shoulder.

"You know, I think that that uncle has lost his mind." Emmett said.

"The letters have found them were ever they go but he drove around in circle trying to throw them off and finally ended up on a rock in the middle of a river. Does he really think that going to work?" Bella asked

"Apparently." Jacob answered her.

"Stupid and crazy" Emmett laughed "Great combination.

The storm raged more and more ferociously as the night went on. Harry couldn't sleep. He shivered and turned over, trying to get comfortable, his stomach rumbling with hunger. Dudley's snores were drowned by the low rolls of thunder that started near midnight. The lighted dial of Dudley's watch, which was dangling over the edge of the sofa on his fat wrist, told Harry he'd be eleven in ten minutes' time. He lay and watched his birthday tick nearer, wondering if the Dursleys would remember at all, wondering where the letter writer was now.

Five minutes to go. Harry heard something creak outside. He hoped the roof wasn't going to fall in, although he might be warmer if it did. Edward began to speak softer. Four minutes to go. Maybe the house in Privet Drive would be so full of letters when they got back that he'd be able to steal one somehow. Three minutes to go. Was that the sea, slapping hard on the rock like that? And (two minutes to go) what was that funny crunching noise? Everyone was leaning over the table starring at the letter intently while Edward read ever softer. Was the rock crumbling into the sea? One minute to go and he'd be eleven. Thirty seconds… twenty… ten… nine — maybe he'd wake Dudley up, just to annoy him three… two… one… BOOM.

Edward shouted the last word and everyone jumped startled. Alice and Renesmee even let out tiny little squeaks. Edward laughed loud and long "I can't believe I got you all. It's not often you can surprise one vampire let alone seven and a half and a werewolf."

"Ha Ha" said the seer.

Edward looked toward her and laughed anew.

The whole shack shivered and Harry sat bolt upright, staring at the door. Someone was outside, knocking to come in.

"Well, that the end of page one." Edward said, but made no move towards the letter to turn it over to the second side. No one else did either. Edward took a deep breath and started to reach for the letter.

A/n: Hey, don't blame me for the cliff hanger that was J.K.'s doing.

If anyone is having trouble understanding the setup of who doing the which where. Here's a breakdown example.

If it is written like this - - - Then it is

This island has one small shack. - - - The letter as written by Hermione

The whole shack shivered - - - This is a direct passage from the book

[Muggle: noun:…] - - -This is the letter answering a direct question

Edward laughed "I didn't…" - - - This is any action taken or words spoken by a letter reader

[Shut it (Harry)]

[Shut it] - - - A pop up in the letter spoken by one of the Harry gang

(Harry) - - - Spoken by the reader of the letter.

Did this help or make it even more confusing?

P.S. The phase or the TV show it came from Bewitched. A real old classic but actually quite well done special effect wise anyway. The quote was "Witch's honor" said by a witch when swearing to tell the truth or when promising to do something. I had Hermione give her witch's honor not to contact the Cullen's again if they wished it.