(I'm sorry I keep skipping through the months in the story, but there's not too much to put in. The second installment will be longer, hopefully and I will make sure to put in more emotion and detail to what happens in the chapters. Thank you for the great reviews and I hope you read the next installment!)

Renesmee Cullen and the Locket of Michael

Chapter 8: Renesmee Vs the Moloch

It was late May and peaceful when Renesmee finally had the chance to hunt on her own. Angel and Spike were bickering so much over this so-called Slayer Renesmee had to get away from them and even Willow and Giles, whom Renesmee thought of as a role-model and mentor about her heritage, were getting a little edgy. Scorpius Malfoy became friends with her once more after finding out who said those awful things about his father. "Once again, Renesmee, I apologize for my behavior," Scorpius said for the thirtieth time in two days. "I didn't mean to snap at you and I knew you wouldn't say such horrible things about my family."

"For the last time, Scorpius, I accept your apology." Renesmee said with intense annoyance in her tone. "Keep this up and I'll change my mind!" Scorpius shut up after a while. Seeing this as an opportunity to finally get out, she said, "It's such a nice day outside. Why don't we go to the lake and sit down or something?"

"Sounds like a plan," said Scorpius. "Go and bring your friends, okay? I'll see if I can get us some food from the kitchens and bring it out. It'll be like a picnic." Renesmee nodded and headed to the common room to find Rose and Albus, who were, like usual, sitting in front of the fireplace watching James play Wizard Chess with a fellow third year.

Albus waved at her and Renesmee sat down. "It's been quiet, hasn't it?" he said conversationally, to which Renesmee nodded with a smile. "Dad sent me a letter today saying that his team of Aurors have been talking with this woman called the Slayer lately. She's in England right now and Dad caught her walking by Charing Cross Road last night."

"What's her name?" asked Rose interestedly. "I heard Angel and Spike arguing about a Slayer for days.

"Her name is Buffy Summers." James said from the table he sat at. "From what I heard from Mum, she's very cool. I read Albus's letter from Dad this morning, couldn't fully understand it, so I had a chat with Mum about her. Apparently, Buffy has been through all sorts of weird stuff since Dad was in school like stopping a powerful vampire, fighting Angel when he was evil and even closing the Hellmouth in her old town."

"Wow, she's been through a lot," Renesmee said. "Sounds like my parents only just a bit worse." The part about Angel being evil didn't process until a moment later. "Did you just say Angel was evil?"

"Oh yeah. Buffy gave Angel a 'moment of true happiness' and he lost his soul. Part of his curse from the way Mum spoke about it. Anyway, Angelus killed a Gypsy woman named Jenny Calendar back in 1998 and tortured Mr. Giles during that same time until Willow gave Angel his soul back and the Slayer sent him to a demon dimension for eternal torture." Renesmee shuddered at that and felt a surge of remorse for her vampire protector. "Angel came back to town after a while and Buffy's little gang of friends got really angry with her because only she knew about his return." Renesmee heard footsteps behind her and could smell Angel and smiled. James was so interested in the chess game and story that he didn't realize it. "So, after the final battle with the town's mayor, Angel left and..."

"Became a paranormal investigator in Los Angeles," Angel finished for him and James's head snapped up to see the vampire smiling. "Thanks for telling the story of my glory days, James." The older Potter boy gulped and ran upstairs to his dormitory. "Scorpius asked me to see if you, Rose and Albus are ready for your picnic at the lake, Nessie. He's been waiting for about an hour at the front doors."

"Right," said Renesmee blushing slightly. "Thanks." Angel nodded and left through the portrait hole. "Well, let's go, guys. We don't want to keep Scorpius waiting." Albus said he wasn't going because he had homework to catch up on. "Okay, then it'll be Rose and myself, then." Rose nodded and the two girls walked down the staircase toward the entrance hall doors. On the way down, Rose asked Renesmee if she liked any boys in school yet. "I found a couple, but I'm not saying who."

"I'll tell you who I like and you tell me who you like," Rose suggested and Renesmee reluctantly went along with the idea. "I've been thinking about Lorcan Scamander lately. He's really smart, funny and he says he's going to try out for Chaser on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team next year."

"I have a few boys I like, but not many," Renesmee said. "I know this sounds really odd, but Albus is one of them." Rose's jaw dropped and she began to smirk. "Just wait a minute, Rose, I'm not finished yet. Scorpius is next on my list because he's really good at Potions and even Transfiguration, but there's one more that I can't seem to get my mind off of lately." Rose asked who she was talking about. "Spike."

"You like Spike? Isn't he like...almost two-hundred years old?" Rose said.

"Yeah, so? Mom started dating my dad at sixteen and he was almost two-hundred!" Renesmee said.

"You're only eleven!" Rose pointed out. "I can understand liking a boy your age but a boy ten times your age? That's asking for trouble." Renesmee corrected her by saying that even though she looked eleven, she had the mental capacity of a seventeen-year-old. "That's true, but that doesn't make it any more possible for you to date Spike!"

Renesmee gave up on the subject and didn't want to add that she liked Angel as well because that would give poor Rose a heart attack, so they walked to the entrance hall doors and met up with Scorpius who stood by the doors with a basket full of food. "It's about time you two got here," he said impatiently, "I had to get that Angel bloke to find you." Renesmee assured him that James was telling a really interesting story while she was up there and lost track of the time. "I forgive you, but when we plan something like this, try not to be late."

"We're girls, Scorpius," Renesmee told him. "We're fashionably late." Rose laughed and the three walked out toward the lake together. Once there, Renesmee and Rose slipped their bare feet into the cool water while Scorpius put out the picnic blanket and food. Renesmee didn't eat much but she did drink the blood from her hip flask. The sunlight bounced of her skin, which lightly shimmered in the light and this caused Scorpius a little distraction.

"Nessie, your skin...it sparkles a little in the sunlight," he said staring at her. "It's beautiful." Renesmee blushed and smiled at him. "I'm not even going to bother asking why your skin does that."

"Let's put it this way, Scorpius," said Renesmee, "I'm not your average girl." She laughed as Scorpius muttered something about her being right about this and began setting out the desserts. Hagrid was strolling past them dressed in his coat, his grey tangled hair and beard visible as he walked toward his hut. "Aren't you wondering where Albus is today?"

"Not really, but I know you're about to tell me." Scorpius said smiling.

"You're right," Renesmee said still smiling. "He's doing his homework." Scorpius snickered and handed her a plate of sandwiches and a goblet of pumpkin juice, which she ate slowly.

The day wore on and darkness was beginning to fall after a very wild Quidditch match between Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Lysander Scamander was commentating and Hufflepuff won with three-hundred and ninety-four points over Slytherin's two-hundred and forty points. After the match, Renesmee found herself wanting to be on the Gryffindor team and was thinking of asking her mother to buy a broomstick before school started next year. During the night, Renesmee headed to the forest to hunt on her own for the first time in months, and found her prey. It was a stag this time and this one was harder than a doe to catch. Whenever she found a chance to pounce, the stag would walk away and she'd follow furiously. "Come on, just get a drink so I can do the same you stupid stag," Renesmee muttered while crouched behind a mossy tree. She stood up when the stag's ears perked and started running. "Ugh! This is the last time I'm hunting a stag!" she growled and turned around to see a black panther crouched in the same position as if ready to pounce on her. "Oh, son of a.." she muttered and started running as fast as her vampire speed could take her. While running, Renesmee looked back and saw the panther close behind. Renesmee barely made it to the grounds when the panther caught her. Renesmee closed her eyes, took a deep breath and let out a blood-curdling scream that made the panther get off of her. She heard something rustling, but kept her eyes shut.

"You can scream all you want, my dear, but no one will hear you." said a very familiar voice. Opening her eyes for a second, Renesmee saw a flash of white light and then nothing.

Renesmee awoke in a room somewhere in Hogwarts. It was a large room and a man was locking the door with his wand. When he turned around, Renesmee gasped. "You! It can't be you!" Even through the darkness, Renesmee could see who this man was. He was tall, pale and had long brown hair and was dressed in seventeenth-century clothing. It was Jonthan Marlowe and his eyes, which were usually a piercing blue color, were now violet. "How can it be?"

"Miss Cullen, I would have thought that you would have suspected me sooner," Marlowe said with a sneer. "It was I from the beginning! Yes, I killed Ernest Macmillan. I would have gotten away with it if that dolt of a headmistress hadn't caught me on my way to the Hogwarts Express to go somewhere else." Renesmee refused to believe a word he said and she refused to believe that this man, as odd as he was, could kill an innocent person. "It was also I," said Marlowe holding up a finger, "who put your friend Albus Potter in a trance and it was he, though I knew you would figure it out later, who took some of your personal items in your dormitory."

"No, Albus wouldn't do that!" Renesmee said disbelievingly. "Albus Potter is my best friend!"

"I don't doubt that, Renesmee, but what about when you saw him rummaging through your trunk last month, eh? Did you suspect him then?" Marlowe whispered, his voice so close to her that she could smell his breath; it smelled exactly like the panther's breath. He stepped away from her and yelled, "Did you?"

"I'm not going to answer that," Renesmee growled angrily. "So what if he did? I forgave him, didn't I? My only problem is you, Marlowe, and only one of us is going to make it out of here alive tonight."

Marlowe nodded. "Too right, Renesmee, but I don't think it will be you who makes it out of here alive." Renesmee gasped as the pale man ripped his clothing from his body except for his trousers and his body started to morph. His chest enlarged slightly, his fingernails turned into black claws, bat-like wings grew from his shoulder blades and his head turned into that of a bull with fangs and large horns. "Now, it's time to say goodbye, Renesmee Cullen!"

Renesmee jumped to her feet, grabbed the stone sword lying nearby and slashed at the Moloch. She felt the sword pierce his skin and the Moloch roared with pain. "Ha! Maybe you aren't so immune to my power after all!" she said with a sharp laugh and stabbed him in the hand with the sword. Moloch-Marlowe grabbed her shoulders and lifted her into the air. Using all of her inner strength, Renesmee used her mental shiled-breaking power against him Marlowe who stumbled back with a headache. She unlocked the door with her wand, mentally thanking Rose for teaching it to her during their free time on weekends, ran out and slammed it behind her. Renesmee ran down the corridor, wishing for someone to help her out, and literally ran into Jasper who was walking her way. "Uncle Jasper, thank God!" she cried and flew into his arms.

"Renesmee, are you okay?" he asked her while hugging her tightly. She didn't answer. "Show me." When her hand touched his cheek, he gasped. "Marlowe? Are you sure?"

"Positive. He's in there, Uncle Jasper." Renesmee said pointing to the door she just ran out of. Jasper's amber eyes turned coal black and asked her the most effective way to kill a Moloch vampire. "Cut off its head, burn the body and scatter the ashes in a body of water with a current like a river or ocean. That's what Mr. Giles told me." Jasper grinned savagely, told Renesmee to go straight to the headmistress's office and wait for him there. She barely got to the marble staircase when she heard hard smacks, grunts, a few yelps of pain, then silence from the room she was held in. "That's my uncle Jasper," she muttered while walking toward McGonagall's office, "always the hero." She laughed in spite of herself and headed downstairs. When she entered the office, she saw that everyone was gone except for the portraits of Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape.

"My dear girl," said the late Professor Dumbledore with a frown, "you look dreadful...no offense."

"None taken, sir," Renesmee said sitting in front of the desk. "I feel dreadful." Dumbledore's portrait looked at her with concern but his attention was turned to McGonagall, Flitwick, Teddy Lupin, Alice, Angel, Spike, Willow and Giles, all of whom where looking at her with expressions of pride and downright surprise. "Oh, hi."

"Renesmee, Jasper just told us all about what you've been through tonight," Angel said hugging her tightly, "and I thought I'd tell you that Jasper killed Marlowe and did as you said. Jasper took Marlowe's burned remains to a river in the mountains and scattered them so nobody would ever ressurrect him."

"Oh, thank God!" Renesmee said with a relieved sigh. "How is he?" Angel glanced toward the door and she grinned. There stood Jasper looking as normal as ever. He had no scars or anything on his body which she took to mean that he did most of the hitting she heard. "Uncle Jasper! I'm glad you're okay."

"I'm just glad this whole thing is over," McGonagall said with a small smile. "Of course, with another History of Magic teacher gone, I doubt we'll have the History of Magic final exams."

Giles stepped forward, cleaned his glasses with his shirt and said, "I do have someone who would be more than willing to take the post, Professor. Angel informs me that a former Watcher and friend of mine named Wesley Wyndham-Pryce has recovered from a fatal injury during the final battle at Angel's old law firm back in Los Angeles and is currently working at the British Museum. I can contact him as soon as possible and see if he'd take the job...providing there are no more Moloch attacks on the school."

"I shall personally visit him, Rupert. You, however, will remain the librarian here at Hogwarts." McGonagall said and turned to Willow. "As for Miss Rosenberg here, I think she deserves a teaching post. I hear Professor Flitwick is retiring at the end of the year and I want to formally ask her to join the staff here at Hogwarts."

Willow smiled and said, "I accept your proposal, Professor McGonagall." McGonagall gave a nod and went to her desk. "Renemee, you dropped this on the steps before you came in." She held up the Locket of Michael. "Do you want it back?"

"No. Just put it somewhere safe for now. I believe my job from now on is to find all of the shards to the Sword of Angels and put them together so I can defeat the Molochs, Belials, and Ba'als once and for all." Renesmee said. "As a matter of fact..." She looked at Angel expectantly. "Angel, I want you to keep it safe." Angel pointed at himself with a shocked look and she nodded ."You're the only one, besides Spike and the rest of the school, to keep it safe and I know you'd protect it with your unlife as much as you protect me."

"Yeah, I will," Angel said nodding and took the locket from Willow and slung it around his neck. He looked down at it and said, "I think it looks neat on me," and laughed along with everyone else in the room.

The end-of-the-year feast came two days later and Renesmee was waiting to hear which House won the House Cup for this year. She was talking excitedly with Rose and Albus, whom she told about the attack to nights ago, when McGonagall tapped her spoon on her goblet and stood up. "Another year gone!" said McGonagall holding her arms out as if to embrace everyone around her. "As usual, I am going to give the House Cup to the House who receives the most House points and they are as follows: Hufflepuff, with three-hundred and eighty points; Slytherin with four-hundred and ten points; Ravenclaw with four-hundred and thirty-five points and finally Gryffindor with five-hundred and twenty-two points! Gryffindor wins the House Cup!"

Red banners hung from the rafters and the Gryffindors cheered their hearts out until Angel stepped up to the podium, performed the voice-magnifying spell on himself and said, "I'm very glad Gryffindor won, but I want to say something." Renesmee smiled and looked up at her protector. "Since I've been in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I have seen a lot of interesting things. I saw happiness, anger, sadness and a whole lot of other emotions during my time here, but the one thing I saw most was the unity of all Houses, which Professor McGonagall tells me has not happened for a long time. For a long time, there was a rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor, but I didn't see that. Scorpius Malfoy, a Slytherin student here, has shown friendship to Gryffindor and so have quite a few others in that House." He looked to Scorpius, who grinned back at him. "I want to see more of that from now on, not just with Gryffindor, but with the other Houses as well, and I can't wait to see you all next year for another year of magical education."

"Thank you, Angel," said McGonagall after everyone finished cheering and clapping for him. "Those were very kind words and I wish everyone a very happy summer holiday and I, too, cannot wait to see everyone again next year." She sat down and everyone got up to go to their dormitories and pack their things.

The train ride home was not very eventful, but for Renesmee, it was the best thing that could happen to her. Albus and James invited her and the other Cullens to Harry's thirty-eighth birthday party coming up at the end of July and promised that he'd bring his family and the Weasley family to the Cullens' house for Christmas next year. "That's sweet of you, James," said Renesmee smiling. "I'll talk to Mom and Dad about it. I'm sure they'll be happy to come to your dad's birthday party. Thanks." James grinned and went back to his compartment leaving her, Albus, Scorpius and Rose to talk. "This was the weirdest first year of Hogwarts I've ever had, and I can't express enough how much I loved sharing it with my friends."

"Thank you, Renesmee," said Scorpius, "and I have to say the same, though there is something I've been wondering about you." Renesmee asked what he was talking about. "Well, you've been wandering off at night almost every week, your skin sparkles in the sunlight slightly, and you're really fast and strong. I want to know what you really are?"

"I, Scorpius, am a vampire and human hybrid," Renesmee said proudly, "but I'm more than that, really. I'm just Renesmee Carlie Cullen, a girl proud to bee what I am and proud to have a loving family and friends like you guys." Scorpius grinned and grabbed his trunk as the train stopped at King's Cross. "Well, I'll see you all on the thirty-first of July and at Hogwarts!" said Renesmee as walked toward her mother and father, both of whom were really happy to see her. "Mom, Dad, I want you to meet one of my other greatest friends, Scorpius Malfoy."

"A pleasure," said Edward shaking Scorpius's hand and then he saw Professor Malfoy. "You must be Professor Draco Malfoy?"

"That's right, Mr. Cullen," said Professor Malfoy. "Your daughter has shown an incredible aptitude for Potions and received full marks on her essays and all of her brewed potions are pefect. I hope to see that in the future." Renesmee nodded and shook his hand. "Of course, I must thank Miss Cullen for finding the vampire who murdered Ernie Macmillan and I thank Jasper Whitlock for bringing him to justice. Hogwarts is safe once more."

"It was nothing, Draco," said Jasper smiling. "Remember, I'm always here to help when Hogwarts needs it." Malfoy nodded, grabbed Scorpius's hand, and vanished with a loud pop. Jasper waved at Rose, James and Albus, all of whom were calling for them and waving. "Well, let's go home, guys. I don't know about you, but I want some rest and relaxation before I start another year of teaching."

"You said it," said Bella laughing and her eyes fell on Renesmee. "Jake has been going out of his mind with worry ever since he learned from the Daily Prophet that Professor Marlowe was actually the murderer and he wants to see you immediately when we get home." Renesmee grinned, hopped into the back seat of the brand new silver Volvo and they drove to their house. All was well now that Jonathan Marlowe was gone, but was the danger really over? For now, Renesmee didn't care. All she cared about was seeing her family again and was very happy that she could. In her mind, whatever danger came next would see a very brutal end by not only her hands, but by the people who loved her most. That's what matters.