Author's Notes: Okay, so, I'm back. My surgery went well and the recovery was a breeze. Therefore, I'm ready to give you a new chapter. Also, I'm working on a new story (which will be a one-shot) and a sequel to "My Point of View", so, make sure you check those out in the coming weeks.

"They're coming." Alice's voice was very grave compared to her normal, happy, song-like voice. "The Death Eaters … they know you're here … they got the information from your Minister for Magic … they're on their way … Mr Malfoy, Mr Crabbe and Mr Goyle …"

I had never heard these names before, but I certainly guessed that Harry had. His eyes went large when Alice said the names ... so did Ginny's, Ron's, Hermione's, Molly's, Arthur's, Angelina's, George's, Percy's, Audrey's, Bill's and Fleur's. Carlisle nodded his head.

"I expected this. From what you told me, Harry, the Malfoy's will do anything to get their prey. Alice, I'm assuming these are not the younger boys, but their fathers –"

"It has to be!" said Harry, his eyes still wide. "Crabbe died years ago! And the Malfoys didn't get sent to Azkaban –"

"Azkaban? What's that? A country only wizards can get to?" I asked out of turn.

"It's the wizard prison," Hermione explained. "That's where all the Death Eaters were sent and where they have escaped."

"So, why weren't these Malfoys sent to Wizard Jail?" I asked, again, out of turn.

"As I was saying before, the Malfoys didn't get sent to Azkaban because Narcissa lied to Riddle back in the Forest when he asked if I was dead!" Harry finished.

"But what's this about getting the informationfrom the Minister – Kingsley wouldn't sell Harry out, would he?" piped up George.

"No, he wouldn't, there's nothing the Death Eaters can do to get stuff outta Kingsley – except for one, the Cruciatus Curse ..." said Ron.

"... or all three Unforgivable Curses ..." mused Ginny.

There are Unforgivable Curses? I asked myself.

"No, no! We won't think of that! We won't think of how they got the information until they're gone. What we will think about, Weasleys, is that there are Death Eaters coming and we've got to stop them dead in their tracks!" exclaimed Molly.

"So, this whole knowing-people-are-coming-to-kill-you-and-your-family thing isn't new to you?" I asked Hermione later that night. We were folding clothes together.

"Unfortunately, no, it's not. Ten years ago, that's the thing that would always be hanging over our heads, especially Harry's," she told me. "And then, it's quite the feeling knowing you'll have to kill someone in order for you to live or for someone you love to live."

"You've had to kill people?"

"I'm not sure if I, personally, have killed anyone, but I do know Harry, Ron and Molly have," Hermione told me while she folded a T-shirt that read "The Weird Sisters".

"Molly!" I practically shouted. "Your sweet mother-in-law? You've got to be kidding!"

Hermione smiled and chuckled lightly. "Nope, swear to God ... it was Bellatix – Bellatrix Lestrage. Me and Ginny were fighting her, all it took was one Avada Kedavra towards Ginny and Molly was ready to kill."

"Wow. There's so much about your family that I don't know and it's really hard to wrap my head around it, y'know?" I asked, though it was more of a statement.

Hermione smiled, again. "That's how I felt when Arthur and Molly were telling us about your family ... Bella, d'you mind if I ask you something?"

"Ask away."

"If you didn't become a vampire and you were still human today, how old would you be?"

I have to think for a fraction of a second. "Twenty one. Why, are you planning on becoming a vampire?" I smirked.

"Planning on becoming a vampire?" This didn't come from Hermione's mouth, it came from her husband, Ron, who, at that moment, walked in the room. "Who wants to be a vampire?" he asked, sitting down beside his wife.

"No one, Ron. I was just asking. I find it quite interesting, actually, the whole vampire thing," said Hermione.

"Well, then ..." said Ron. "Rose wants you, love. I'll take care of this." Ron pointed to the laundry.

"Thanks you," Hermione said, before kissing Ron on the cheek and leaving.

"Well, wanna see a bit of magic, Bella?" Ron asked me.

I looked at the clothes in the hamper, then back at Ron. "Yeah, sure."

Ron pulled his wand out of his jeans' pocket and pointed it at the mountain of clothes. Without saying any words – without this lips even moving – Ron made all the laundry fold itself.

"Wow," I breathed.

"Yeah," said Ron, smiling. "Hope I helped you, but I've gotta go help Mum with dinner."

"Hello," she said. "I'm Andromeda Tonks." I shook her hand. "And this," she continued, "is my grandson, Teddy."

The boy – Teddy – had blonde hair, which suddenly turned turquoise.

"Nice hair," I told Teddy.

"Thanks ... what's your name?" he asked me.

"My name's Bella," I said.

"Do you live here?" Teddy asked, pointed to the large house that stood behind me.

"Yeah," I replied. "D'you guys want to come inside?" I asked, more to Andromeda than Teddy.

"Yes ... B-Bella ... that would be lovely," stuttered Andromeda.

I turned on my heel and walked into our home, followed by the grandmother and grandson duo.

"Everyone!" I called inside. "Andromeda and Teddy are here!"

It was no surprise at all that Edward, Carlisle and Esme were the first ones in the living room, even before I had said who or what was there. I guessed that they had been waiting to greet our company ever since they heard the car pull in the driveway ... maybe even earlier ... Soon enough, everyone was in the living room. "Hello"s, "How are you?"s and "I'm ..."s were thrown about the room.

All day, whenever Andromeda would say my name, is would stutter. Whether it be that the beginning, middle or end, she would stutter. Finally, I had to ask Edward.

"What's with Andromeda?" I asked that night.

"What d'you mean, Bella?" Edward's reply to my question: another question.

"I mean, why does she always stutter over my name? 'Bella' isn't that hard to say, is it?" Ha! I answered his question with a question.

"She said a sister named Bella – Bellatrix in full." Finally, a statement!

"You mean that woman Molly killed, back when they fought?" I had to smile. Just the thought of Molly Weasley killing someone could make me laugh. "So, would she – Andromeda – hate Molly, hate the family? Is she a Death Eater? Edward, you just let a Death Eater into your house!" I smacked Edward's upper arm.

"Bella!" Edward winced.

"Sorry," I muttered. "I forgot."

"No, she not a Death Eater. She wasn't close to her sister. Andromeda married a Muggle-born and was, basically, kicked out of the Black family," explained Edward.

"So, Molly did the world a favour?" I asked, not fully believing it was a "favour" nor to the whole world.

Edward chuckled. "No, not really – Alice!"

"What?"

"Alice – she's had another vision! C'mon."