Sorry about the repost, someone alerted me about miss spelling Rosalie's name. Please if you find anything please let me know. Thank you.

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~ Tee

Harriet found herself seated on the lap of Emily at a large wooden table, that was situated in the middle of the living room. It wasn't there a few hours ago, in fact they just brought it in from the storage shed in the back of the house. The old knobbed table sat all of them quiet comfortably, they all sat on mix and match chairs, some that folded and some that were older plain wooden chairs from different rooms. But that was not an important factor, here sat the Pack all of them including little Harriet. She sat on Emily's lap, her body so tiny that her chin barely cleared the top of the table. Emily had wiped down her face with a cool cloth, cleaning away the tear marks and her runny nose as the boys went to grab the large table. Normally they would use the old table outside but, it was cold that day and they couldn't risk Harriet getting worse.

The table was heavy and carved from ancient tree that floated up on the beach some 50 years ago, Sam's father Joshua Uley and grandfather carved and polished it. And even though his father left him and his mother, he couldn't get rid of something so grand. So instead the Pack uses it for parties or gatherings or when it's too cold outside for a child and they all need somewhere to sit comfortably.

Here Harriet could see everyone when she squinted, Emily had chosen to sit at the corner by Sam who sat at one end and Jacob at the other. She could watch all these strange people as they ate and conversed about things she couldn't hear or understand. The only other girl here was talking to a younger boy a couple seats down, they were brother and sister from what Miss Emily told her. She could see it in when they were talking, the same smile and little dimple that appeared when they laughed. The sister was talking about clothing? About some old clothes the sister had that could be useful, for what Harriet had no idea. Next to them were some older boys eating mountains of bacon and sausage. Once in awhile they would glance over at her, smile and continue eating. She would hid her face in Miss Emily's arm when they did so, and they would chuckle. She couldn't remember their names and was glad they didn't her to guess it. On the other side of the long table sat Sam, he sat right next to Miss Emily. When Harriet called him Mr. Sam he looked like he had swallowed something bitter, and asked to be just called Sam. She thought his face was funny and had laughed softly before freezing. But he only smiled brightly and ruffled her hair. "Don't be afraid to laugh"

Harriet liked Sam, like she how she liked Miss Emily, both of them were really nice to her! Her gaze drifted from Sam and another boy who looked faintly not unlike from Sam himself, they were in a deep conversation talking so low she couldn't hear a word and she sat right next to them. When she asked Miss Emily what they were talking about, she only smiled and told her they were discussing on how they can meet a friend the later that day. Harriet nodded and went back to watching. But she had gotten bored, and looked around the living room and kitchen area. It was very homey, the kitchen had pots and pans hanging from a rafter, with herbs and other such things drying by the window light. The wooden floor lead into the kitchen, with squishy looking matts under the sink and stove. Faded spots on the floor showed years of usage, including most of the furniture the room. Harriet found that she liked it, it was better than the brand new appliances and furniture that sat back at her Aunt's house. She bite the inside of her lip at the thought of her Aunt, who must of went to her cupboard to shout at her for not making the dinner yet, or finishing the chores. She wondered what happened when Aunt Petunia found her missing. Her vision began to swim, and before she could wipe away the pre-tears a large hand beat her too it. The hand wiped the small tears quickly and effortlessly.

She squinted her green eyes up and found a hard face, he had an eyebrow arched and a plate filled with eggs and bacon in his other hand. "Ah, hello Paul." Miss Emily greeted the tall man, who only smirked and placed the plate in front Harriet. It was a small plate compared to the others, and it had only a quarter of their portions. But to Harriet it was a lot of food, was she meant to eat of it?

"Eat this than we can give you something to help with your arm, okay?" Paul watched as she blinked at the food then down at her arm as if she had forgotten it was still hurt. He sighed, but stopped from saying something when Emily glared at him, her lips pursed. "Listen, just eat what you can. What would you like to drink orange juice, water, or milk?" Wide innocent green eyes meet his not understanding his question, "You can understand me right? What would you like to drink?" So maybe yes he was impatient, but he wasn't a maid and he needed to make sure she had something to drink before he sat back down.

A low growl from both ends of table made Paul grit his teeth. He didn't mean to sound harsh and he knew the kid wasn't dump and if they wanted her to get any better she needed to eat and drink. "Orange juice," The softly spoken words were almost distinguishable, but thank god he had supernatural hearing. With a short nod he turned back into the kitchen and poured a decent amount of juice into a smaller plastic cup for the kid. Walking back he found her eating the bacon a smile on her round face. He grunted and set the cup next to the plate. "Looks like you enjoy that bacon, squirt. Good." And made he is way to his spot next to Jacob, whom was watching him, with a mouth full of freshly baked blueberry muffins. "Dude can you not stuff your face?" Jacob only rolled his eyes and took another chunk off the already demolished muffin.

Just before he eat some eggs of his fork, Harriet yelled down the table. "Thank you!" It really wasn't a yell, but for her she must have shouted to her best abilities. He grinned as he bite the eggs off, chewed, swallowed and said "Your welcome squirt" and enjoyed her red face as he ate.

Jacob pulled aside Sam after they all had finished breakfast and made sure Leah and Emily had Harriet out of earshot before he began to talk. "When are we meeting up? And where?" He wouldn't lie and say that he wasn't antsy about meeting up with the Cullens, because it meant Bella had a chance of being with them. And the thought of her among the cold vile things made his stomach uneasy. "Is Bella gonna be there?"

Sam looked at him, they were almost eye to eye. Jacob only being an inch or so shorter, but soon he knew that he would be taller than Sam and the title he carried would be his. No matter if he wanted it or not. Right now those brown orbs looked conflicted, and his brow had a small nervous twitch that was so minute it was almost not there but Jacob noticed these kinds of things among the Pack that no one else saw. "The leader Carlisle agreed to meet today at 2:00 on neutral grounds"

Ah that would be troublesome, considering there was really no neutral ground. And if they set foot on their land even if they did not attack a member it would still damage the treaty. This would mean the whole Pack would have to go, not like they wouldn't have in the beginning. "And no Bella hasn't been notified about this meeting, so she will not be there." Sam said as he looked out the large window that faced the vastless forest that covered the land. "Good,"

Jacob and Sam stood there talking a few more minutes about this and that, agreeing to let Sam carry Harriet with him. He would remain unphased, in fact most of them would remain in their human shapes. Only Jared, Quil, Seth and Paul would follow behind on four legs. Harriet would need to wear something better too, because even though the sun's been up for a couple hours the air outside would remain brisk and sharp. Winter was coming.

After they talked the boys almost men went about cleaning up the kitchen, while the girls got Harriet cleaned and dressed. "Hey Sam," Sam glanced over at Jacob as he was cleaning the dishes, foam from the soap up to his elbows and hands in extremely hot water. "Yeah?"

"What should we do about Harriet?"

Jacob was drying the thick earthenware, and almost startled when Sam dropped a soapy plate on to the floor. "Shit" Sam kneeled down to pick it up, thankfully it wasn't broken. "What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean Sam. What is going to happen to Harriet, should we look for someone to take her? We can't send her back to her family, and I don't know where she should go."

"I think you and Emily should raise her," Here the two men did jump, Paul stood behind them folded metal chairs under his arms. "I mean it makes the most sense does it not? Emily is already attached to the kid, and we know that she won't be treated anything like how she was with her 'blood' family. Those fuckers." Pauls face was contorted in anger, his hands a little to tight around the metal. "We will make sure." He then turned on his heel and left through the front door to return the chairs to the storage shed.

Sam leaned against the countertop, drying off his raisined hands. He thought about it, yes Harriet seemed to fit right in. Emily would take her in at a moments notice, he can see them raising her, making sure she grew up loved and cared for. But would it be right?

"I think it's a great plan," Jacob said, he could almost hear Sam's deep thoughts. He agreed with Paul's plan, it was perfect. "Harriet shall stay within the Pack."

"I think that was the plan from the beginning," Sam told him, "I think Emily fell in love the moment their eyes met."

The moment of calm was broken by the sharp ringing tone of the house phone going off, they looked at each other before Sam went to answer the phone. "Hello this is Sam,"

Jacob was thankful for his supernatural hearing as he listened in on Sam's conversation. "Ah, yes. Hello Sam, this is Carlisle Cullen. Im calling to let you know that I and my family shall be heading over to the meeting area. We should be there within just a few minutes. I trust you shall bring your Pack, Correct?"

"Yes, that is correct. Emily my mate shall remain home as we have agreed on. And I will have Harriet." Sam looked over at Jacob mouthing the words -Let Emily know to get Harriet ready-. Jacob nodded and went to alert Emily, while still keeping an ear open to the conversation.

He found the girls in the master bedroom, Harriet sat on the large bed sound asleep. Her splinted arm had been redone, and a cool cloth rested on her forehead. Thankfully she had been changed into slightly larger pair of sweat bottoms and a long sleeved shirt. They fainted smelled of Leah's earthen scent. Next to sleeping Harriet was Emily, she was whispering to Leah who sat in a rocking chair. They paused the exchange when Leah noticed him. They had been talking about converting the spare room into a room for Harriet during her stay there.

"Emily, Sam is talking to Carlisle. We will be meeting them shortly. Is Harry ready?" Emily glanced over to the sleeping child, and gently brushed her dark hair away from her closed eyes.

"Yes, shall get a blanket or two for Sam to wrap her in? It's still cold outside and I don't want her fever to come back."

"Yeah that sounds like a good idea. Leah you will be coming with us unphased, we will be leaving in four minutes," Jacob looked at Emily whom he could tell was nervous. "Don't worry Emily, Harry will be safe with us." She smiled softly and began to look for blanket that would be used to keep the biting winds away.

Four minutes later the Pack were standing outside some wolven forms but most standing on two legs. Sam was there in the middle with the still sleeping child situated snug in his strong arms. Her little face was already turning pink from the cold air and Emily fretted over the fact she couldn't find a nice hat for her. Leah, told her that they would go shopping later that day for some supplies once they get back, and it seemed to calm the worried woman. Once they made sure everything was set, they began to trek through the forest to the meeting grounds.

It was quite and calm inside the ancient forest, the trees move past them in a solid blur as they ran. For once Sam was glad that they could move so quickly and effortlessly, the Pack arrived just as the Cullens did. The keep back the normal curl of his lip once their sickly sweet scent wafted over his senses. Next to him Jacob became stiff, including the large grey wolf that sat near them. "Calm," Sam ordered his fellow members, and watched as the order settled over their forms.

With Carlisle was most if not all of their Coven, the blonde female was blank point staring at Harriet sound asleep in his arms. He didn't particularly like the way she was looking at the young girl, and he felt more than heard a rolling inside of his throat. "Rosalie, you're making him uncomfortable please stop," Carlisle told her.

She scoffed and leaned against a larger male with curly black hair. His golden eyes glanced down at her, and then over to Carlisle. Sam knew he should remember their names but he never felt the need.

"They have a human girl, what if they hurt her." The blonde female Rosalie whispered to her 'father', the Pack didn't know if she had meant for them to hear her but they had. And the effect was instantaneous, his wolven brothers growl their fur raising in anger, those in human form begin to blur in their rapid shaking. Sam himself was not immune to anger at such a remark, he found his body curling over Harriet as if to protect her.

"ROSALIE, if you can not act humanely than leave. I do not need you to trigger a fight," Rosalie huffed and became quiet.

Carlisle cleared his throat, though they all knew that was not necessary. "Young Harriet, how is she?"

Leah glanced over to Sam eyes screaming -you told them her name?- he ignored her and answered "She is asleep at the moment, we made sure she had a full breakfast before coming here."

"Ah good, good. Now let's see this swollen arm." Sam nodded, and moved closer the Pack followed. Here not even two feet away Sam could feel the unnatural stillness that surrounded the cold ones, he swallowed back an uneasy feeling and rotated the sleeping child so Carlisle could see her arm. The movement brought up a wave of warm apples and mint that waffed off Harriet and something else the faint scent of ozone.

Carlisle froze, his cold hand meer inches from the hot swollen limb, something flickered in the back of his mind. A memory of something burning and then the screams that followed. It vanished as soon as it came, and his golden eyes stared miraculously down at the little girl. "Witch" he found the word escaping his thoughts, and then something must of startled the girl because he found himself gazing into eyes filled with glowing green energy.

A cyclone of energy burst from the green eyed girl, as she freaked and screamed at the pair of golden eyes that stared into hers. It whipped past their heads, cutting their impenetrable skin. Carlisle grabbed Edward who stood frozen in the gale of magic force and ducked down the rest followed suit. As the girl screamed louder the pulse of energy become stronger and Carlisle could swear that the tendrils of wind looked faintly green.

Sam tried his best to calm Harriet, as he witnessed her strange power plow down hundred year old oaks as if they were just flowers. He held her tight and whispered sweet nothings as he felt the pressure lessen and lessen. Soon all the was left was a softly crying girl her green eyes unnaturally bright, and a heavy scent of burnt ozone.

Everyone stood still as Sam dried the tears on her face, "Well that changes things." Carlisle said as he stood up dusting off the dirt and pulled out some leaves from his hair. He licked his thumb and ran the venom over a deep cut near his eye, it was gross to watch the 'skin' knit itself back together. "You my dear wolven friend, have a young magical child, a Witch,"