Bella POV

Cautiously, I leant back more comfortably in Edward's arms. His returning smile was blinding. We were on a plane, heading to England. I'm still confused as to how it happened, but the Cullen's were coming with me to Britain. I think it may have had something to do with Alice and her killer guilt trip, the way Edward's expression would change every time I hinted I was intending to go without them, and how Rose had quickly forced me to understand. I looked over at Alice, seating in the row next to me, chatting to Jasper, and scowled. She caught my eye and beamed.

"Are you eager to see your friends and family again?" Edward murmured into my hair. I could feel his lips moving as he talked. I shivered.

"Yes. I miss them very much." I sighed. "I've missed so much in my year away: Teddy growing up, the cleanup of the war, restoring Hogwarts, Ginny and Harry finally getting together for real. Hermione sent me a letter, saying that she and Ron were going to Australia to hunt down her parents again and see if they could restore their memories." I bit my lip, compassion and sadness welling inside me. "That must be awful for her. What is going to happen her parents can't remember?"

"I'm a bit confused, love, but I'm sure it will be all fine. What happened to Hermione's parents memories?" Edward asked softly, too low for the other passengers to hear.

I turned to face him. His eyes were a glowing light gold, flecked through with love and concern, and they made my heart beat erratically. I sighed and tucked my head into the crook of his neck. "Hermione was very brave. She knew her parents were in danger from Death Eaters and Voldemort because of her part in the war, so she did the only thing she knew to save them. She wiped their memories, building false ones in their place, and sent them on to live in Australia. She all but lost her parents. They won't remember a single thing about her, or the real life they lived before, until she can figure out a way to reverse the spell – if it is possible."

Edward nodded. "From what you've told me, Hermione is a very smart girl. She'll find a way."

I kissed his jaw, unable to help myself. I'd missed him so much, questioned everything when he left, and to finally have him back and know for sure that he loves me . . . well. It was amazing. I kissed his jaw again and smiled. "How do you always know what to say to make me feel better?"

He laughed lightly. "It's a gift."

I smiled again and closed my eyes, thoroughly at peace. "I hope my other families don't frighten you away."

"Why would they do that?" he asked, his thumb rubbing my arm. Ever since we had, well, gotten back together, he hadn't stopped touching me. It was as if he was reassuring himself that I was here. I knew the feeling.

I laughed lightly and looked at him. "My parents are fairly normal. But the Weasley's . . ." I shook my head. "They are as much as my family as the Tonks are, if not more. I mean, I love my parents, but the Weasley's have always been really special to me." I sighed. "Is that a really awful thing to say about my family?"

Edward shook his head. "No, love. Please continue."

I smiled in spite of myself at the enthusiasm in his voice. "Arthur and Molly are the head of the Weasley family. Arthur works at the Ministry of Magic, and is fascinated with muggle things. He'll be grilling you guys mercilessly about what life if like living with muggles once he gets over the initial vampire shock. Molly is the person who holds the family together – she's a wonderful mother. God knows she's had enough practice with seven children.

"Charlie works in Egypt with the dragons. He's gorgeous." I grinned goofily as Edward stiffened. "I used to have the biggest crush on Charlie, but I sort of got over it when I met this vampire in America . . ." I trailed off playfully and toyed with Edward's collar. He grinned down at me.

"Anyway," I continued, shaking my head to clear my mind from the fuzziness his kisses always brought on. "Bill is the next Weasley. He works in Gringotts with the goblins. I don't know how he stands them, honestly. Goblins are absolute snobs.

"Percy works at the Ministry. He's such an uptight little ass." I laughed. "I never liked him much. He's the one that all but disowned his family. It killed Molly, and I sort of haven't fully forgiven him.

"Then there are the twins, Fred and George. They dropped out of school and started a joke shop. They're notorious for their pranks and jokes and the trouble they cause. They're sort of wizarding geniuses, and if they decided to channel their gifts into something other than mischief, they'd be prodigies for the right reasons." I stopped, thinking. "When I get hold of a pensive, I'll show you the epic fire work display that they put on when they left school and the other chaos they wrecked. It was amazing."

"What is a pensive?" Edward asked, curious.

I quickly explained. "It's a magical object which you can view memories in."

Edward gaped at me. "I can view your memories?" he asked, stunned, eyes wide with wonder.

"Of course."

"How does that work?" His voice was so hopeful it made my chest hurt.

I bit my lip. I had always known that he had wanted nothing more than to read my thoughts, and he thought this was as close as he was going to get. I wondered when I would tell him that Occlumency could be turned off. Not yet. I was too afraid – I always kept my mind defended, and I had very legit reasons to do so. "You get sucked into it, and you'll be living my memories. You can walk around and observe, but you can't influence anything, or touch anything. It's a strange experience."

"Amazing," he murmured, his eyes smoldering. "I'd love that, Bella."

I shrugged, a bit uncomfortable under the intensity of his stare. I searched for a lighter subject. "On with the Weasley's. Ron is the next in the family, who you already know all about. Then there is Ginny, the youngest, and the only girl. I love her. She's one of my best friends, like a sister to me, and she's been hooked on Harry since she first saw him at platform nine and three quarters."

"What's your sister like?"

I smiled. "Tonks is amazing. She's sort of like a twin to me, despite the age difference. She's a metamorphmagus, too, so we always get up to mischief when we're together. She's crazier with our gift though. She wears absurd coloured hair, and clothes, and is always on the move. She's sort of eccentric, I guess, and so full of life it gets tiring sometimes. She's more outgoing then I am, and takes everything in her stride. Oh, and she's as much of a klutz as I am."

"You mentioned she was married to a werewolf?"

I nodded, mentally sighing under this Spanish Inquisition. "Remus Lupin. He's all but an uncle to me and the other three. He's the kindest person who has been dealt the worst hand in life. He was bitten as a kid by a werewolf, shunned by his parents, family, friends, everyone, and when he finally found lifelong friends, they were killed."

Edward was quiet, thoughtful. "I'm sorry. That must be very hard on him." We sat together in peaceful silence together, both deep in our thoughts, before he finally chuckled softly. I glanced up at him curiously. "One sister marries a werewolf, and the other dates a vampire."

I giggled, too. "And you and Remus are so much alike. He pushed Tonks away for so long in the beginning, but she was persistent. See the similarities?" I winked at him playfully. "He's overly considerate, selfless, and sometimes masochistic. And considered a mythical creature like you. He left Tonks, too, trying to save her from him because he thought he was too dangerous and could kill her."

I realised what I had just said too late. He left Tonks, too, trying to save her. That subject was just too fresh, too raw, to be brought up in such a way. I turned to Edward, facing him front on, my own apologetic eyes searching his own tortured ones. "Edward, I'm sorry. I didn't think . . ." He buried his face in his hands, and I gently pried them away. "Edward, listen to me. I forgive you. I – I love you," I said, for the first time since before he had left. Edward's eyes snapped to my own, trying to read my thoughts through my expression, so I kept my face honest and loving and open. I traced the lines of his face with my fingertip, down the ski slope of his nose, over his chiselled jaw, and the purple bruise shadows under his eyes. Finally I reached out and tenderly traced the shape of his open lips.

He groaned and buried his face in my neck. "I love you, too." His voice was muffled, but it still warmed my heart. I could feel the goofy grin on my face.

"We're here," I breathed, staring around the airport. The Cullen's stood around me, looking about too as if expecting some big difference they now knew about all the magic in the country.

"Come on!" I said, grabbing Edward's hand and pulling him towards the exit. The Cullen's followed behind us wordlessly. I went outside and hailed a taxi, and we all climbed it. I was giddy. I gave the driver an addresses, and we were off, flying through the streets towards one of my families. I beamed around at my vampire family, my happiness working on overdrive.

"Where are we going?" Esme asked softly.

I shrugged. "I once had a friend who lived here. I remembered it because it has a nice secluded wood at the end of the street, which is exactly what I was looking for. We need to get some where out of the public eye, and then I'll set up a port key and we'll really be off then."

I could tell they were confused, but they all nodded and followed my lead, trusting me. I jittered the entire trip, beaming uncontrollably, and I could feel them all watching me in amazement and amusement. I was sure they hadn't seen me like this before. I just couldn't stop smiling.

I was going home.

I paid the taxi when we pulled up at the random address, and waited until she had driven off before dragging the Cullen's down the street. We walked through the forest for a while so we were away from all of the muggles.

"Sorry, guys, but I just realized that I can't make a port key without notifying the Ministry of Magic in England. It's sort of illegal to do it without their permission, so . . . we'll apparate." I glanced at them nervously. There were an awful lot of them, and an awful lot of bags. Damn Alice and her need to have an over stocked wardrobe at all times. And I wasn't sure how they were going to react – the first time you apparate is extremely overwhelming and disorienting. I wasn't sure how a vampire would like feeling those human feelings. "Who wants to go first?"

There were no immediate volunteers. I bit my lip nervously. Edward walked over and took my hand. "What do I do?" he asked, eyes smoldering and trusting. I think I fell in love with him all over again.

"You don't do anything. You just hold me arm tightly – and do not let go. It won't be pretty if you do." I shuddered, thinking of how when I was learning to apparate, I'd seen someone splinter themselves. I held my arm out to Edward, and he linked his arms through mine. I made sure my duffel bag was secure over my shoulder and grinned at Edward. "Ready?"

"Not one bit," he laughed. "Let's go."

I gave a little wave to the Cullen's, smiling, and turned on the spot, focusing intently on The Burrow. I disappeared, colours swirling past me so fast I felt like I was sucked into some sort of rainbow whirlpool. Before I knew it, though, it was over. With a loud thump I landed on the ground, Edward gasping next to me as he landed unsteadily on his feet. He gripped my arm in a vice grip, and I winced at the slight pain. He picked up on the movement and immediately dropped my arm as if it were a hot coal.

"Bella, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

I shook my head. "It's fine. Stay here, okay, and I'll go get the others."

Edward pulled me into his arms. "Wait. Is your arm okay?" He took hold of it gently, searching for any signs of harm.

"It is," I reassured him, and pressed a small kiss onto the corner of his mouth, nearly there but not quite, and disapparated.

I crash-landed next to the Cullen's, apparating so close to Rosalie that I was nearly on top of her. She jumped and spun in one fluid motion, shocked at my sudden appearance on top of her, and hissed at me defensively before she realized who I was. I blushed. "Sorry, Rosalie."

She gave me a searching look, stating, "That was unexpected." I nodded and blushed brighter.

"Who is next?" I asked. Jasper was the next to side-along apparate with me, and I was careful to warn him not to crush my arm. I then took Alice, Esme, Emmett, Rosalie, and then finally Carlisle to meet with the others. I was tired and a bit dizzy by the time I'd moved all of us from here to there, and of course Edward picked up on it.

"Are you okay, Bella?" Edward asked one we were all standing in the deserted street down the road from the Burrow.

I nodded weakly. "Yeah. Apparation with vampires is so much harder then with humans. There's so many of you and it's like you're . . . heavy, dragging through the change instead of flowing. It took a bit out of me." I shook my head. "I know that must sound really weird."

"Where are we?" Esme asked, looking around. It was the early in the morning, still dark enough for it to be hard for me to see, but I knew that they could see perfectly with their astounding sight.

I sighed happily. "We're near The Burrow – The Weasley's home."

They all scanned the countryside. "I don't see much."

I winked at them. "Magic." I took Edward's hand in my own, enjoying the feel of his large palm holding mine, and started walking down the road. After I had stumbled more then once, I sighed and pulled out my wand. "Lumos."Light broke through the darkness, allowing me to see where I was going.

"Won't they be surprised for all of us to just turn up on their doorstep?" Carlisle asked, frowning slightly.

"Yes, but it wont last for long. When you live at the Burrow, you get used to strange things happening."

Finally, after a few more minutes of stumbling, I could see the Burrow. Dawn was just breaking on the horizon, giving me enough light to see with without my wand, but not enough to make the Cullen's glitter. I quickened my pace as we started up towards the mismatched house. Gnomes were running around in the garden, and the windmill Arthur had set up as decoration in the front yard spun and creaked in the slight breeze. Some lights were on in the house, mainly on the first floor, signalling someone was awake.

When we all stood in front of the door, I turned to face the Cullen's. "Brace yourselves," I warned them, grinning from ear to ear. "Things can get a little crazy in here, but they're all amazing. Just – just bear in mind that they are not used to vampires, let alone vegetarian ones. They may react . . . strongly, and assume the worst." I gave them an apologetic look, but they had expressions showing a mixture of understanding, eagerness, and worry.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

A few moments passed before I heard someone shout loudly on the other side of the door: "Merlin's Beard – its Bella!" The voice was male, and I was fairly sure it was either George or Fred, although I could never be sure which. The door burst open, and they both stood there, in their pyjamas, gaping at me. I laughed and they charged at me, both of them throwing their arms around me. I hugged them back tightly.

"Fred! George!" I exclaimed, laughing.

"Or is it George and Fred?" one of them asked, raising their eyebrows and thoroughly confusing me.

"We missed you," the other said before I could answer.

The first one shook their head. "No fun without you, you and all your trips."

Emmett chuckled behind me, where the Cullen's were standing. The twin's heads snapped up instantly, staring at the vampires they had failed to notice in shock. In the next second they had both of their wands in their hands, aimed at the Cullen's chests.

I fidgeted. I had been dreading this. "Guys, guys, calm down. These are the Cullen's. They're –"

"They're ruddy vampires!" one of them shouted. Fred, I think. The other one, George, bellowed inside the house. "Mum! Dad! Bella's trying to bring vampires into the house!" The commotion that started at that was uproar. I cringed.

"Yes, I know that, Fred." I scowled at him, before turning to the other twin. "George, shut up!" I hissed.

"No way, Bella, you know how dangerous these things can be. Get inside." They held the door open for me, eyes never leaving the Cullen's.

"Oh, for crying out loud – put your wands down before you hurt someone!" I cried, throwing my arms in the air. When they didn't move, I took action. Before they had realized what I had done, I had my wand out and aimed at them. "Expelliarmus."They were disarmed in an instant, and I gathered both of their wands in my left hand, glaring at them and their stunned expressions.

"It's too early for this. Vampires? I swear, boys, if this is another trick . . ." Arthur's grumbles preceded him. The red haired man appeared in the doorway looking extremely dishevelled. He took one look at the situation, me holding the twins wand, my own still aimed at them, seven vampires behind me, the twins gaping and stunned in their pyjamas and did a double take. "Blimey."

I glowered at him. "May I please come inside? The Cullen's here are family.Kick them out, you kick me out." I crossed my arm over my chest.

"Let them in, Arthur," Molly commanded from the other side of the door. I could have hugged her.

Arthur gave the Cullen's one last hard look, before opening the door. I gave Fred and George their wands back, and we all walked inside tensely. I could just feel the Cullen's radiating stress – they were frozen, only moving when they had to. Their eyes scanned everything, everyone. I sighed. Edward's eyes moved to my face, and I reached out and took his hand, ignoring how every Weasley in the room stared at us in surprise.

"Hello, dear," Mrs Weasley said, walking forward. Edward let go of my hand as she embraced me, hugging me tightly to her. I returned it with equal force, burying my face in her shoulder. She pulled back and held me at arms length. "I've missed you so much. You're too skinny, girl!" I laughed and increased my weight dramatically. She laughed, too, and pulled me back into another hug as I returned myself to a smaller size. "It's good to have you back, Bells." She released me fully and cast an appraising look at the Cullen's.

I stepped back, and dissolved into Edward's side. Some of the tension left his long frame at the contact, and he wrapped an arm around my waist. I smiled. "This is Edward Cullen," I said, starting the introductions, waving a hand at the godlike man beside me. "And Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Esme, Carlisle and Rosalie. I met them in America when I was staying with Uncle Charlie. They're pretty much family to me now." I stated the last sentence firmly, giving the twins a sharp look.

I turned to face the vampires. "This is Molly and Arthur Weasley, and the two twins Fred and George. I can't tell you who is which at the moment."

"It's nice to meet you," Molly said, stepping forward and extending a hand to Edward. He shook it with a slightly stunned expression on his face. I gave him a reassuring smile. Molly then greeted the rest of the Cullen's in the same manner.

"Now," she said, giving us all The Look as she slipped into her Mum-Mode. "Why don't we get settled more comfortably and you can explain everything, Bells?"

I nodded and blushed, knowing they must be dying to hear the story. We all filed into the lounge room. Fred and George hung around, leaning against the doorway, watching all of us inside intently. They were obviously not very open to the whole vampire idea. I sighed. What a time for them to get serious and go all protective on me. Arthur, it seems, was in the same boat. He evaluated the Cullen's critically. Molly was the only warm one in the group.

I wasn't sure how the Cullen's were all feeling. I ran my gaze over them: Esme and Carlisle sitting in the four seater couch next to Molly and Arthur, holding hands. Emmett and Rose sat on a single seater, him on the actual seat, her half on his lap and half on the arm rest, looking tense but relaxed. Alice and Jasper sat on the other four seater couch with Edward and I. Jasper scanned everything, evaluating, tense and protective of the pixie next to him. Alice grinned at me when she caught my eye, and gave me a nervous thumbs up. I bit my lip and smiled back at her.

I realized, then, that everyone was watching me and waiting for me to speak. I blushed and hid behind my scarlet hair.

"You Cullen's are vampires, then?" Arthur asked gruffly, his gaze hanging on Carlisle. The vampire nodded. "Why the strange eyes?"

Carlisle spoke, calm and sure, despite the situation. I felt a rush of pride. "We are vegetarian vampires – meaning we only drink animal blood. We do not kill humans. This gives us the golden eyes."

Arthur's hard exterior melted a bit at this titbit. "Really?"

Carlisle nodded, grinning slightly. "Yes. We live in the human world, socializing, interacting, and living with humans."

"So you're sort of like muggle vampires?" one of the twins spoke up from the doorway.

"Yes, completely like muggles. We did not know of magic until a couple of days ago when Bella told us."

Molly tsked at me. "Bella, Bella. The Ministry's not going to be happy."

Arthur thought for a moment. "I don't think they'll mind too much, because vampires are already magical creatures and some are part of the wizarding world."

Emmett pumped a fist in the air, victory written all over his face. "Magical creatures? As in, we can do magic?" he boomed. He turned to face me, grinning widely from ear to ear. I peered back at him, a little wary. "Now you can't not let me ride your broom, Bella!"

"Emmett, I told you this before. You are not touching my broom – under any circumstances." I crossed my arms.

"But Bella –"

"No."

Mr. Weasley cleared his throat. "That isn't precisely what I meant, either." Emmett's expression fell dramatically. "Even if you were a wizard in your human life, there is no way you would be able to use magic now. I'm sorry," he added, seeing the large vampire's stricken expression.

"How did you lot all meet?" Molly asked, changing the subject and looking between Edward and I curiously. I blushed. I was pretty sure she could tell there was something going on between us. She was usually very initiative with these sorts of things, especially where one of her 'children' were concerned. I think I could hear the wheels clicking over in her head.

"I met the Cullen's in high school." I chuckled, remembering the first time I saw the lovely vampires. "It gave me a heart attack when I walked into the cafeteria to find five vampires sitting there, staring at me." I paused, debating how much I wanted to tell my other parents about what happened after this. I decided to make it short and brief. "I was in one of Edward's classes, and we became friends. Before you can ask, Molly, yes we became something more." I blushed. "They never knew I was a witch until I came and told them yesterday, and we journeyed here. You know the rest."

The twins snorted at the same time, creating an odd sound. Everyone looked at them in surprise.

"That Tonks family," Fred sighed, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

George continued his sentence. "Always falling in love with dangerous creatures – one sister a werewolf, the other a vampire."

They laughed.

Molly smiled at me but otherwise ignored her immature sons. "I'm happy for you, dear."

Arthur nodded, but then drew side tracked. "So you lived with muggles that whole time? What was it like?"

Emmett chuckled, the sound deep and loud in the otherwise quiet lounge room. "Amusing."

"Amazing," Carlisle said at the same time.

Mr. Weasley shook his head, wonder across his face. "What was it like, using their contraptions? Their – their – what's it called again? Eloctry-whatever. That funny stuff, that makes their machines work."

Rose looked curious. "Electricity?"

"That's the one!" Arthur laughed, and any lingering doubts and hostility towards the vampires he had melted away. I exhaled a sigh of relief I hadn't realized I'd been holding and fully relaxed into Edward's side. I glanced up at him, seeing him looking at the twins thoughtfully, an intense expression of concentration written on his face.

"You should really be asking Carlisle over there these questions," Emmett said, jabbing a thumb at his adoptive vampire father, fully relaxed in the situation he'd found himself thrust blindly into. The other Cullen's were more quiet and reserved, letting him lead – within reason. I bit my lip, hoping they weren't too stressed, wondering what I'd really led them into. "He's a doctor at the muggle hospitals."

"Really?" Arthur questioned, eyes wide and excited. Then a puzzled look crossed his face. "How on earth did you deal with all the blood without butchering the place?"

"Arthur!" Molly gasped. "Don't be so rude!"

Carlisle shook his head. "It's quite alright," he told Molly before turning to Arthur. "Over the years, as I repressed my natural instincts and resisted human blood, I grew very accustomed to it. It has affected me less and less as time wore on until I reached a point where it hardly bothers me at all."

"Blimey. What's being a doctor like? How do they cure their sick without potions and spells?"

Molly groaned. "Please, Dr. Cullen, ignore my husband if his questions bother you."

"It's fine," Carlisle assured her. "Please, call me Carlisle." He then turned to Mr. Weasley and answered the questions he fired at him as best as he could.

I turned to Edward and brushed my lips against his cheek. "Are you okay? It must be overwhelming, listening to their thoughts. You probably have no clue as to half the things their thinking."

He smiled down at me and answered me in an equally quiet whisper. "I'm fine, love. Just amazed. The twins . . . their thoughts are so in time it's scary. It's like a mirror – they think the same thing at the same time, just in different variations, and are always in tune with each other. They've already taken a liking to Emmett, and are plotting ways to get passed all sensing vampires in their pranks." He chuckled quietly. "They are quite inventive."

"Hey," I said, just as softly, laying my hand on his cheek. "I'm so sorry about how they reacted before, and Arthur." I glanced at the man, animatedly talking to the vampire opposite him about how toasters worked. "Although he seems to have warmed up just fine now."

"They are just protective of you," Edward murmured. "They love you – you're their little sister."

I sighed. "I know, but still. It wasn't very nice."

Molly stood up, breaking me out of my little bubble I'd grown wrapped up in with Edward. I glanced over at her, surprised, to find her smiling at me happily. "I am just going to make breakfast. What would you like, sweetie?"

I paused, thinking. "Anything would be fine, thank you."

Fred and George jumped in, requesting their meals. "We want pancakes, with extra sugar please Mum."

Molly nodded and walked off into the kitchen. Conversation hummed around Edward and I as George came over and started speaking to Alice and Jasper, and Fred to Emmett and Rosalie.

I sighed happily in Edward's arms, feeling at home in every way possible.