"Well, we could finish opening those gifts for Harriet that are still under the tree?"

"Sounds like a plan," I smiled.

Harriet, upon hearing about presents, dashed to the tree and squealed.

Stan grabbed my hand and pulled me with him as we sat down next to Harriet. She opened the present from my mother and father and smiled. "It's the broom I always wanted!" she shouted.

I laughed. "There's more!"

She opened it further and it was Irish sports wear. I turned to Stan. "When this is all over, Stan, we're taking her to a Quidditch game."

"Couldn't agree more."

I handed her one from Stan's mother and it was a cute little dress that wouldn't fit her now.

"Such a shame it won't fit her," Stan mumbled.

"I can do some alterations," I informed him.

Stan smiled. "Really?"

I nodded. "Your mother would want her to wear it at least once. I'll look into it soon."

"You are doing so much already. The potions, the dog, the wards, then this? You don't have to do this."

"I want to. I miss your mother too, and I know you really miss her."

He was silent, but he hugged me to him. Hare finished opening them all and I grabbed the wrapping paper and thew it in the fire. Stan cuddled me to his chest and I could have just fell asleep there, except Carlisle and Esme chose that moment to walk downstairs.

I winked at them and Esme blushed. "We're actually hungry for the first time in years," Carlisle said.

I nodded. "I'll make you something. What do you want?"

"Do you have cookies?" Esme asked. "Those seem really good to me right now."

"Chocolate or peanut?"

"Chocolate," Esme said immediately. I smiled and fished them out of the cabinent.

"Don't be shy here. Make yourselves at home and just get what you need," I told them.

They nodded and Alice and Jasper came downstairs. "We already know," Alice said. "Jasper, do you want an apple?"

I rolled my eyes and sat next to Stan. "I have to go grocery shopping soon."

"Why's that?" Stan asked.

"They haven't eaten in years and want to eat everything. And Emmett will eat a lot, I can already tell that."

"He will!" Alice shouted.

"She sees visions of the future," I told Stan's confused face.

"Ah, well, I'll have to ask her some questions about the future then."

"What questions?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

I sighed and Harriet climbed up into my lap. "Mummy, can we go to the park with Peaches?"

Peaches climbed up on Stan's lap and I smiled. "We'll see, dear, right now we need to make it through the week without Aunt Bella coming for us."

"What about that man?" Harriet asked. Stan and I stiffened. "What man?"

"The man with the funny face. It's all scary looking and like a little critter in the garden."

"What did Aunt Cissa call him?"

"The Lark Dord," she whispered, as if she understood how serious it was.

"Did you meet him, dear?"

She nodded. "He looked at me and then he told Aunt Cissa to take care of me properly."

"That's all you've seen him."

She shook her head. "He came over and told me one time that I was just like my daddy."

I frowned, "Did he hurt you?"

"Once," she whispered. "He used that stick thingy and he made me hurt all over."

I gasped, horrified. "Oh, dear, I'm so sorry. I should have never left you with Kreature."

"No!" Harriet gasped. "I'm fine! I'm fine now!"

I shook my head. "Now, but then you weren't. Oh, baby girl, I'm so sorry."

Stan hugged me to him. "You didn't know, its not your fault."

Peaches licked my face. "We need to put an anti-apparation spell on this place. No one can get in or out," I said firmly.

Stan pulled his wand out and mumbled a few words. The house seemed to still and I smiled in thanks to Stan.

Review! The first ever Stan/Bella story! Suck that bitches! I feel honored and I hope you like it!