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This chapter is dedicated to: Bella rocks. Thanks so much for your helpful ideas and input! I hope you enjoy this chapter, girl!

Chapter 7: Memories taken:

Rosalie POV:

"Why were you two talking to Potter, Weasley, and that Mudblood, Granger?" Draco Malfoy asked with a sneer. We had just returned from talking to Bella and were now sitting in the Great Hall at the Slytherin table.

"She is not a Mudblood, Draco." Emmett said angrily, banging his fist lightly on the table. Emmett truly hated being in the Slytherin House. The Slytherins were downright vile and had hideous personalities. All they ever talked about was You-know-who and how their parents were Death Eaters. Draco Malfoy was the worst of them all, though. He went on and on all day talking about some stupid mission for the Dark Lord that he was on.

"We were over there because we like Gryffindors." I responded. Draco smirked but quickly responded.

"We, Slytherins, don't talk to Gryffindors. All they are is arrogant fiends. They actually like Mudbloods!" Draco cried as if Mudbloods were completely awful. They were not, of course.

"Well, my brother and sister are Gryffindors and my brother's girlfriend is one too. Don't you dare insult my family." Emmett spat at him, flexing his deadly muscles. Draco just smiled a wicked grin.

"I don't know what's up with that Sorting Hat, but you very definitely placed in the wrong House. No Slytherin would dare go near a Gryffindor!" Draco retorted.

"Guys, can we not fight?" I asked, quietly.

"Yeah, listen to blondie bimbo over here." Draco said to Emmett. He then turned to me and with a sleazy grin he spoke again, "You got one nice ass. I just needed to put that out there."

If I had blood running through my veins, let me tell you, it would be boiling. No one ever spoke to me that way, except my Emmie-bear. I was about to slap Draco across the face when Emmett pushed him back with little strength. Even so, Draco flew back. Attempting to fix his messed robes, Draco scattered out of the Great Hall. His two buddies, Crabbe and Goyle, soon followed. Roars of laughter erupted from the room.

"Thanks, Em." I said to my gallant husband. I jumped into Emmett's lap and kissed him passionately for quite some time until I heard a Slytherin ask, "Don't they ever come to breathe?"

Days later:

BPOV:

Edward and Renesmee wouldn't still speak to the other. I hated seeing them fight. Renesmee clearly wanted space, but Edward wasn't going let go of his baby any time soon. She looked sixteen, give or take a few years, but she was nowhere near the age. She may look mature physically, but not all mentally.

Renesmee was acting very childish and very rude. I think she is going through that early teen stage, where all you want to do is act out and frustrate your parents. She was definitely achieving at it. I personally couldn't believe that I had ever raised my daughter like that.

The days at Hogwarts seemed to pass by so quickly. Our watch on Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Ginny continued. Harry seemed to have found some sort of Potions Book that was used and splattered with helpful graffiti. According to Edward, Hermione was always fuming about it in her thoughts. Hermione and I seemed to be getting closer, which was odd. Over the last ten years, we never really got close to humans, besides the pack. I really started to feel human; there was so much drama at Hogwarts. So many girls obsessed about Harry and Edward. I seem to always be clutching Edward's arm possessively. Poor Edward, the girls were probably undressing him in their minds.

Harry was going to secret lessons with Professor Dumbledore and he wouldn't come back until late. In truth, it was sort of pointless for us to be at Hogwarts. No damage was done. Nothing seemed up, but yet, it did, somehow. Whenever I went down an empty hall, I felt as if there was someone watching me, prowling along behind me. It made the magical and mystic school seem so eerie and so dark.

I walked through the empty corridor as I made my way back to the Common Room around making my rounds. Jasper started to trust that I could find my way back on my own. I didn't want to tell him, but I wanted my big brother to take me back. At night, the school grounds were so creepy. My insides felt like they were twisted in a knot whenever I was by myself. I know, it's weird, I'm a vampire, I shouldn't be afraid. I can't help it if I am.

To make myself feel better, I thought about Edward. I reminisced our wedding. Even in through human eyes, I remembered all of it with much clarity. The memories were dim, but they were golden to me. The whole wedding was perfect. Dancing with Edward and blushing and laughing with Emmett. I then went to my vampire memories. When I first saw my Renesmee when I was a vampire. And most importantly, when my first night as a vampire…

I turned and went down a different hallway. Almost there…Good job Bella! All of a sudden, a certain chill met me. A dense, chilly fog formed from the shadows. All of my happy memories were gone. It was as if I could never be cheerful again. There was no hope for me or for anybody. It wasn't sadness, though, I felt deadened. Where did these feelings come from? My eyes searched the hallway, I felt so drained. There was no reason to go on. Eyes still roaming the hallway, I felt my self go to the ground. What is this? Then, a dark cloaked figure formed in the shadows. The figure looked to be around ten feet tall. Is was no human and was not at all Rubeus Hagrid. Dead, decaying hands reached out for me. I swallowed hard, realizing what this fiend was. The wraith-like creature was a dementor.

The ugly beast had no eyes and there was a large hole where the mouth should have been. The foul creature glided towards me. It looked like it was about to give me the Dementor's Kiss. Its breath was a horrible odor, like rotting milk that's really chunky. My body reacted like I was dying, literally. I thought back to book that I had read before we came here.

A definition flew into my head: The Dementors are soulless creatures considered to be among the foulest beasts on Earth. They are soul-sucking fiends who guard the wizard prison, Azkaban. They are immortal, meaning they cannot be killed. One way to shield oneself from Dementors is to use the Patronus Charm to drive them away.

Think happy thoughts, Bella. Think positive. I pulled out my wand. I pointed my wand at the Dementor and waved it. "Expecto Patronum!" I cried, still trying to think of my Edward. Everything about him made me happy. An owl erupted from my wand. I pondered why my Patronus was an owl, while I watched the owl fly at the Dementor. The Dementor flew out of the hallway. I had to see Dumbledore. Why did the beast have an effect on me, like that? Running as fast as my vampire speed would let me, I went to Dumbledore.

I knocked on his office door, rapidly.

"Come in" I heard him reply.

As I went in, I realized Harry was in here. I totally forgot that he had lessons tonight. I was glad that I didn't run in. That would look suspicious.

"Professor, there's a dementor here. It came and attacked me. How is that possible? How did it get in?" I went off. Dumbledore lifted his hand as if telling me to calm down.

"Bella, sit and relax. I will get Carlisle and we will figure it out later. Right now, I have to get that Dementor out of this school. Harry, we will have to finish this later. Will you please walk back with Miss Black?" Dumbledore said to Harry, gesturing towards me.

"Of course, Professor" Harry said, getting up from the chair.

"Thank you, Harry. Now, I must go and find Professor Snape, if you will excuse me." Dumbledore said, walking out of the office.

"Bella, are you ok?" Harry asked as we walked back to the Common Room. "I remember when I first saw a dementor. I fainted." Harry said, laughing as he remembered it.

"It was just so weird. One moment, I felt happy and then the next, I felt as if there was no hope. No hope for Edward and I. No hope for Edward and Renesmee to get along. No hope for Slytherins to get along with Gryffindors." I said. Harry laughed at the last part. "No hope for Voldemort to be gone" I finished.

Harry just stared at me in shock. I gave him a questioning look.

"No one I know will say Voldemort, they all say You-Know-Who. Hermione and Ron will say it occasionally, but everyone's too scared to. It just came as a surprise to me." Harry said. We remained in silence. Both hoping and praying that a dementor wouldn't pop out and eat us. My dead heart seemed to be pounding.

The dementor was gone, but the eerie chill wouldn't leave me. I still felt as if something was lurking around in Hogwarts. That something was very dark and gave me the creeps. Would Hogwarts ever feel like home again?

As I said before, this chapter is dedicated to Bella Rocks. It was her idea for the Dementor attack. So, thank you, Bella rocks!

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