Rosalie POV

"Thank you, Rose," Carlisle said, offering me a hand and helping me up. We both stood and admired my handiwork. I had spent the last couple of hours tuning the engine and washing his car. It was now smooth, sleek, and the engine purred without a flaw. It was beautiful. I felt smug, self righteous and proud. No one knew cars like I did.

"I am going to go check on Bella and Edward," Carlisle told me. He was already in the house before I could reply. I shrugged and walked back into the garage with the intention of playing with the Jeep. Emmet had been complaining about it again.

Everyone was so skittish and nervous. So what if Bella was changing? We all knew the change worked, we'd all been through it. We all knew she'd be fine, wake up in two days time as a thirsty newborn on some level. Edward apparently did not though. He was an emotional ball of stress and worry up stairs in his room, holding Bella as she changed, pacing the room, perfecting everything in his sight, stroking Bella's clammy skin, playing with her hair, regularly asking for updates off of Alice and Carlisle. He was so melodramatic. I felt like going up there, forcing him to sit still and screaming at him to stop it. Just because Bella had yet to make a noise, release a scream, cry for death didn't mean she wasn't fine.

The girl just had a high pain threshold, that's all.

I grudgingly had to admire her strength.

My view of our little Isabella Swan –Ynocencia Arabella, actually– had changed dramatically over the last three months. She had guts, I could give her that much. She apparated into a family of vampires home who she thought hated her just to explain her case. I could try to understand how she managed to do it for those reasons, but the truth was I couldn't. If I was her and I had all of this magic at my disposal, I would have come in and gotten some revenge. Pay back, bitch. Not try to shed understanding. And she had explained everything willingly, and while I had resent her at first for ever withholding her secret while we had given away ours, I had been too fascinated to harbour the feeling for long. Going to England had also been an experience in many ways. Bella had defended us – against her family. That gave me the first real glimmer of the way she loved all of us and not just Edward. It gained her yet more respect in my eyes. And then, while there, she kept a cool head the entire time and continued to stand up for us.

And then she married Edward.

I realised then that if I was going to spend eternity with her as a sister, I should at least try not to hate her, for it would be a tediously long time if I did.

I had come to this conclusion while the pair was still on their honeymoon. So when they returned I greeted Bella as I would Alice. She was surprised, to say the least, but she took it all in her stride. This scored her yet more points in my eyes. In the weeks that followed Edward's and Bella's homecoming, I made sure to at least talk to her a little bit. I did not let her think I was getting all buddy buddy with her, not by any means, but merely enough not to resent her at even the mere mention of her name. It was refreshing for the both of us, I think. I listened to everything she told us about the wizarding world – and not just out of courtesy. I was honestly interested. I even watched some of the potion lessons she gave my brother, although I did not participate as the others did.

I could honestly say now, after getting to know her a bit, that I was sorry she was burning upstairs.

Jasper appeared in the doorway of the garage, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked up from where I was bent over the engine of the Jeep and asked him what he wanted. Jasper rarely bothered me unless it was important or he was exceptionally bored. Under these circumstances, with Edward's Bella burning upstairs, I guess this more of an importance visit then a friendly chat. Turns out I was right.

"I know we only just went hunting," he said. "But would you like to come with me when I leave later today?"

Ah. That explained why he came to me. The others were as attached to Bella's bedside as Edward was. They wouldn't leave her to go hunting with him, not in a million years. I suspected he could really weasel Alice away if he wanted to, but he wouldn't manipulate her into doing something like that for something as small as this. I shrugged at him. "Sure. Where are we going?"

"Thanks Rose. And I don't mind; you pick. We'll leave in an hour." Jasper turned and walked away again at a slow human pace. I picked up my spanner again and went back to work.

"You take this one," Jasper offered.

I didn't answer. I just shot off through the forest, tracking the bear as it lumbered as fast as it could through the trees and scrub. I snarled as I chased it – this was one of the things that would have killed my Emmett. I did not harbour the same love of battling bears as my man did, but I always hunted differently when I hunted bear like I did with no other animal. It was almost like revenge. It was almost like a message – what you dared touched is mine and you'll pay for it, many times over. Either way, it was satisfying as hell.

I could see it just up head now, panting heavily as it scrambled up a sharp incline in the side of the mountain. I didn't hesitate. I never hesitated. I pounced. I landed on the things back, causing it to let out a loud bellowing cry as I reached forward and snapped its neck. It fell to the ground in a mess of fur and blood. I quickly got up from where I was splayed on it and crouched, lifting its neck to my lips, and drank.

Once I was done, I quickly disposed of the carcass. Jasper appeared then, wiping the last traces of blood from his mouth. He himself must have hunted while I went after the bear. I stood and turned to him. "Are you done?" I asked.

He shook his head. "No but let's start heading back though and I'll grab something on the way."

I snorted. What an exceptionally human thing to say. I'll grab something on the way. It sounded like he was going to stop in the drive through for a coffee or something.

We tore through the forest fast, heading for home. We were silent for the most part. Jasper wasn't a very vocal person, and neither was I. The silent wasn't awkward or strained, but not overly comfortable either. We only spoke when we had something worth saying. It was a refreshing change from going hunting with either Alice or Emmett.

Ten miles or so from the house, we both picked up the scent of a heard of elk. "You go ahead. I'll catch up with you," my brother said, slowing and sniffing in the herds direction.

I gave Jasper a single nod. "Have fun," I told him. He winked at me before sprinting off to the left while I kept running on home. I could smell the different scent trails written across the entire area. Esme had gone through here about three days ago, headed southwest. Emmett and Jasper's scent lingered in an area where there were a few knocked down abused looking trees. I guessed they had been wrestling here – yesterday, by the freshness of their scents. Edward's scent was very faint, overshadowed slightly by Bella's bloods aroma.

I stopped when the house came into view and brushed off my clothes, straightening my pants and blouse, ridding myself of any twigs and leaves and snow. I ran my fingers through my hair a few times before I was content that it looked fine and headed into the house, knowing I looked beautiful.

"How is she?" I asked Esme, wandering around the island bench in the kitchen to where my mother stood, peering into the pantry. I wondered what she could ever be doing in there. There was never any need for food and it was empty.

"She's fine," Esme said. She turned to face me, closing the pantry in the process. "Edward is still very distressed." Esme smiled sadly. Her eyes shadowed the pain she was undoubtedly feeling at having her daughter go through the change. "They obviously love each other very much."

"They're mates," I said simply, raising an eyebrow at her. "Of course they're going to love each other extremely."

Esme nodded her agreement. We both stopped and listened when a thumping echoed through the house. It descended the stairs loudly. I smiled, recognising the footsteps immediately. Emmett appeared, swinging around the doorframe to lever himself into the room with the most momentum possible.

"Did ya fix the Jeep, Rosie?" His eyes were bright and keen. His dimples hugged his cheeks tightly, calling to me to kiss them. I shook off the urge.

"I didn't have enough time," I told him. "And I have to go pick up some parts later on in the week for it." There was just something not quite right with the venting system . . . I was sure I only needed a new part for the air conditioning circuit and then it would be fixed.

"M'kay," Emmett hummed. He walked into the kitchen as Esme left with a polite smile. Emmett's expression, usually happy and not overshadowed, was clouded with pain and worry. It wasn't right. I felt a brief flash of anger at Bella for doing this before it faded away. Emmett was capable of dealing with his own problems. He was strong in every sense of the word – something I loved and admired him for. He'd be fine.

"Is Jasper still hunting?" He slung an arm around my shoulder and tried to lead me out of the kitchen. I shrugged it off and walked away by myself. I wasn't in the mood for being cuddled – honestly, I rarely was. He trailed after me, but settled the score by resting his palm on my back.

"Yes," I replied. I sank onto the couch and flicked the television set on. "He went off after some elk just before I got back. He'll be here in a little while."

Emmett joined me on the white sofa. "That's good. Bella should be waking up soon. Alice is continually reminding Edward of this."

"How long, exactly?"

Emmett didn't get the chance to answer because Alice called down the stairs, "Two and a half hours."

The rest of Bella's change passed in silence. Her quiet was making everyone in the house a bit jumpy. I was relieved it would end any minute now. The witches lack of screams and cries for death had already sent curiosity off in our father, I could tell, although he was overshadowed greatly by worry. Edward stupidly asked if the change was actually occurring on more than one occasion. I rolled my eyes at him every time. Of course it was working as it should. We could all smell the change in her scent from human to vampire and see her appearance altering – although that didn't mean much with Bella. The fact that she was strong enough, somehow, to resist the temptation to scream bloody murder did not change this fact. It just showed her strength.

"Forty-two seconds," Alice reported.

The silent room nodded.

Edward sat on a wooden chair beside the bed Bella laid on. His hand clutched hers tightly. Emmett, Jasper and Carlisle stood as a sort of protective guard in front of Alice, Esme and I. I thought it unnecessary, but I kept my mouth closed. It wasn't worth it to argue and object now. There were more pressing matters at hand – such as Bella's awakening.

Alice took a deep breath beside me and stopped jittering in place. I knew then that it must be soon.

Not moments later, Bella stirred. Her eyes shot open. They took in everything possible – a natural defensive reflex. In a movement no human would ever be able to make she all flipped off the bed and landed splayed across the opposite wall. All of our eyes followed her warily.

A beat passed in silence before she exhaled with a low, "Merlin . . ."

"Bella?" Edward was slow to rise. We all knew he didn't want to frighten her but as soon as he moved, she shrank into a low crouch and hissed at him dangerously. Not a second later she straightened again and gaped. "I'm so sorry, Edward! I didn't mean to!" She pressed her hands to her mouth. Even I could tell she was horrified.

It was a natural thing to do – why was she apologising? Oh, please don't tell me we have another vampire in this coven that was disgusted at anything that goes against human nature. I snorted. Edward was bad enough without his mate having the same issues.

Edward heard my thoughts and turned to glare at me over Emmett's shoulder. I smirked at him. It's true – and you know it.

He ignored me, turning to evaluate his wife instead. I did the same. She was stunning – her hair was a glossy perfection, waving to midway down her back. Her eyes were a bright red, matching the ruby of her lips. She had always had a good figure, but now she was beyond amazing – even for a vampire. I felt a pang of jealousy before I reminded myself that I was still one of the most stunning creatures on the planet.

Alice danced forward to the newborn, ignoring Jasper's low growled warning. She took hold of Bella's waist and spun her. "Turn! Turn! Let me get a good look at you."

I'm not sure why it caught my eye, but it did: Bella's birthmark – or lack thereof. I frowned. She had mentioned in the weeks after she had come back from the honeymoon and before the change that her metamorphmagus skills constantly required the use of her magic. As such, after the change, they should not remain when she lost her other magic. That meant that she should appear as she was naturally – bithmark included.

"What happened to your brithmark?" I asked her.

She froze across the room, where Alice was critically examining every inch of her. Bella's eyes snapped to mine. With her free hand, she reached up and felt the back of her neck. "It's not there,"she mused. She turned around, lifting her long hair up so we could double check. The simple move stunned all of us present. A vampire never turned their back on someone they'd only been in the presence of for a little while, regardless of whether they knew them as a human or not. It went against our nature. It made us vunerable. And to see a newborn do it – well.

Bella always had been different. I guess she always would be too.

"Is it there?" she asked, worried by our shocked silence.

Edward shook himself from his stupor. "No, love. It is not."

Bella turned back around. Her hair swung gracefully as she moved, long brown waves shimmering. Jealousy reared its head in me again. I grudgingly had to admit it – her hair was beautiful. It could possibly rival my own – possibly – not definitely.

"I thought I'd be forced back to normal when I changed? No more metamorphmagus?" She looked around at us for confirmation. I'm not sure why – we didn't have any experience in turning witches into vampires. She is the one who knew all of that. We all either shrugged or nodded. I just stared at her, eyebrow raised.

"You're the one who knows the finer points to turning a witch," I reminded her.

She bit her lip. "Yes, I do. Magic is living, evolving. When you are changed and 'die' the magic in witches and wizards passes away, too, like it would with any other normal death."

Alice gasped, breaking the thoughtful silence that had settled over the room. "It's there, it's there! It can see it. It just appeared – like magic! "

Bella jumped. "My birthmark? How?" She frowned in concentration, holding a finger up to tell us to be patient when Emmett started to speak. I stepped into his hold, enjoying the way his arms snaked around my waist to hold me tighter – now was one of those rare times I wanted to be cuddled.

Bella's eyes were wide. Her mouth was slightly parted, and her lips were trembling slightly. It was obvious she was receiving the shock of her life. "It's still there," she breathed, "my metamorphmagus skills."

"Oh, Bella." Edward crushed the girl to his chest. I told myself to wait patiently and not get angry at them. They weren't trying to piss me off intentionally. Give them their moment. Then we could all figure out what the hell was going on. Patience. I must find patience.

"It's not supposed to be possible," she whispered into his chest.

I huffed a sigh, hoping that my hinting at impatience will hurry it up. Patience can go damn itself.

Bella turned to face us with apology written all over her face while Edward glared at me. I ignored him, secretly smug. My hinting had worked, then. The girl wasn't too far gone in her Edward-induced haze to miss it.

"Do you have all of your magical abilities?" Carlisle asked. "Or just your metamorphmagus?"

I tried to wait patiently as Bella thought it over. I didn't mean to be rude or anything, it's just that I was an instant gratification kind of person. I wanted to know – now. I didn't want to wait or be patient. I generally got angry or resentful when things were held from me, whether on purpose or not. I hoped that Bella wouldn't take too much offense – after all, I had decided I wanted things to be good between us for the rest of eternity.

"Just my metamorphmagus, but I'm not sure," she said. "I think I can feel my magic there – just out of reach." She bit her lip. "Do you guys have my wand?"

Wordlessly, Jasper picked it up from the table and handed it to her.

The suspense was tangible in there air, even to me, as we all waited for Bella to see if she still retained any more of her magic. She positioned her wand more firmly in her hand, gripping it tightly.

"Don't break it," Emmett spoke up when the wood started to respond to the pressure of her hold on it. "You have to remember you're much stronger then you were."

The newly turned vampire froze before thawing again, shifting her hold so it was light on the wood in the process. "Right," Bella muttered. She gave Emmett a nod of acknowledgement. "Thanks, Em."

Bella cleared her throat and clearly said, "Lumos."

The tip of her wand ignited, flickered and died within a matter of seconds.

Bella's face crumpled. I could tell she had been hoping that somehow she had miraculously kept her powers and taking away that hope stung. We were all aware of her much it meant to her. I, along with all the others, wanted her to have her magic if there was even the slightest chance she may be capable of performing it. Although we all accepted her decision, none of us were happy to see her sacrifice part of herself for us and Edward.

Edward wrapped his arms around her and allowed her to cry without the tears only humans had.

Carlisle walked over to the door. He held it opened, gesturing for the rest of us to leave. I filed out first, Emmett and then the rest of them all following. Carlisle closed the door gently, allowing the couple to have some time to themselves.

Alice was the first to speak. "I didn't see this coming. I was too busy focusing on when she would wake up, not how. I'm sorry."

"It's not you're fault, Alice," Jasper said. He pulled her close to him. The emotions in the house must be affecting him greatly because he was radiating a low hum of pain and love and comfort. Without really realising what I was doing, I walked over and allowed Emmett to wrap his arms around me and pull me down next to him on the lounge as it affected me.

"Our poor Bella," Esme murmured. "Just when she came to terms with having no magic, she's given some of it and the lingering chance for more."

Carlisle nodded. "Being a newborn is hard enough to deal with without this added extra stress. We'll have to make sure she's alright."

The general room nodded. "I just don't understand how it is possible," Jasper said. "Bella said herself it was meant to die. All the other witches and wizards thought this would happen to. It's supposed to be impossible."

"We'll talk more to Bella about it later," Carlisle said. "For now I think she needs some space. They both do. This can't be easy on Edward, either." He faltered for a moment. "Although Bella's magic doesn't seem to be there fully, or work properly."

Emmett's chest rumbled next to me as he spoke. "Maybe someone should call Hermione. She's pretty smart. She'll know what is going on."

"I think we should speak with Bella and Edward before that," Esme said. "But it's a good idea."

Footsteps sounded down the stairs. Bella and Edward appeared, hands linked tightly. Edward had eyes only for Bella, but the woman was looking at the room forlornly. "Hi," she said shyly.

Emmett laughed behind me so hard that he shook me too. Annoyed, I scooted out of his hold and claimed my own piece of lounge. "Hey Yonnie!" he boomed. I sighed. Sometimes I really had to wonder why he thought some things were just so funny.

She jumped at the mention of her other nickname and grinned at Emmett.

"Come on," Bella said. She led Edward to the spare lounge and sat down with him. She looked nervous and unsure and frightened. I tired to empathise with her but part of me couldn't help but notice that she was the only vampire before that I had seen that looked weak. I quickly took that back – I knew Bella was anything but weak. After all of her wizarding adventures and the way she stood up for herself and her family proved how strong she was. She just appeared – vulnerable right now.

"Bella, do you have full control of your metamorphmagus powers?" Carlisle asked gently.

She gave a single nod. "Yes." In a blink of an eye she morphed into a black haired Native American beauty with dark almond shaped eyes before returning back to her own image. The change was faster then it ever was then when she was human. It was almost instantaneous. We all gaped at her.

"Do you . . . do you have any idea how this is possible?"

Bella shook her head. "No. I have no clue. All of the textbooks say it should not be possible, that I should be a vampire squib but I obviously can use some of my magic. I don't know if any other metamorphmagus' have ever been changed before so I can't be sure if it's something that all of us keep or if I'm just an oddity."

"Emmett had the idea before to ask Hermione," Edward told her.

Bella smiled and nodded. "That would be smart. She would be the one to know and if she doesn't she won't rest until she finds answers or reads every text available to help solve this thing. I'll owl her later." She sighed. "Have any of you seen Nemo?"

Had I seen the snooping owl? Yes, I had. We all had. It still avoided us vampires like the plague but it had been so concerned for Bella that it had flown close enough to the house to see inside the windows. It had seen that she was changing and flew off. No one had seen it since. Frankly, I was slightly relieved. It was weird to have a bird practically spying on us. It was unnatural and creepy.

Esme told Bella what had happened to her bird.

"He'll be back," she said firmly. I couldn't help but doubt this though. She was a vampire now; animals all avoided us. "And when he is, I'll send him with a letter to Renee. But for now, can I borrow you're mobile, Alice?"

Alice handed her the silver phone without a question. We all watched with varying shades of patience as Bella flipped it open and dialed a number.

"Hello?" Hermione asked on the other end. She sounded breathless and panted heavily into the phone. I grimaced. Humans.

"Hi 'Mione," Bella said. "It's me, Bella."

"Bella?" Hermione exclained. "Hi! Are you okay?"

"Yes – no – I don't know. That's why I'm calling. There's been a slight . . ." Bella paused, looking at for the appropraite word. " . . . surprise. I've been turned, and I still have my metamorphmagus magic."

There was silence on the other end of the phone. My vampiric ears strained for any sound and found none. Not even the other witches breathing. "What?" she finally asked when she replied. "That's impossible."

"Yeah, I thought so too," Bella whispered. "Turns out we were wrong."

"Merlin, do you have any of your other magic?"

"No – well, sort of. Whenever I cast a spell it begins then just dies. I can't even light the lumos charm. I can feel my magic but its different now. Instead of coating me and layering everything, it's like its hovering just out of reach." She paused. "Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

"Sort of, I think. So you can't reach it all?"

"No."

"Hmm."

We all waited as Hermione thought. I could practically hear the wheels turning in her mind and I was continents away. The girl really was exceptionally smart. Bella held her breath as she waited. She had been tense ever since she had come downstairs and it had only intensified when she phoned her friend. I knew how hard being a newborn was: the thirst, the senses, the strength and speed, the flighty emotions. I couldn't really grasp what was happening to her right now, although I didn't understand it must be hard.

"We're going to Diagon Alley today so I will pick up any vampire related books that I can while I'm there. Tonks and Remus are coming to the Burrow for dinner so I will ask Remus. He's the only person who I can think of who has had the most contact with vampires – wait, Hagrid!"

Bella's following smile lit up her face like a beacon. I frowned. I had heard of this Hagrid before but I had never met him. He had been unable to come to the get together lunch a few months ago at the Weasley's and he had been caught up in urgent business the day of the wedding. Everyone had been crushed this mysterious person couldn't make it.

"Of course!" Bella exclaimed. "Why didn't I think of that? I'm sure he has met plenty of vampires or even knows people who have. You're brilliant, Hermione."

"I'll owl him right away," the other girl said. Her excitement echoed through the phone. "Are you sure you're alright, Yonnie?"

"Yes, I'm fine. It is just very different. You have no idea how bad humans senses are and how weak you are. "

Hermione sighed. "I'm sure it's amazing, Bells. You have to tell me more about it later, but for now I've got to go get ready and owl Hagrid. Stay safe."

"I will. Love you, bye."

"I'll call you as soon as I find anything out. See ya."

The phone clicked off.

Bella handed Alice the phone and turned to face us. "Did you guys catch all of that?"

"Yes," Jasper said. "Vampire hearing. There's no reason for you to rehash it."

Bella breathed a sigh of relief. "Good."

"Who is Hagrid, Yonnie?" Emmett asked. I watched her curiously. Seems that my man had been thinking along the same lines that I had.

"Hagrid is one of my greatest friends," Bella explained. Her eyes lit up as she continued to speak. It was obvious that she liked him very much. "He is a very unique person. What most people would view as monsters and dangerous creatures he views as lovely friends. He used to teach Care of Magical Creatures." She paused thoughtfully, eyeing Emmett. "He's probably twice the size of Emmett – maybe three times. He's absolutely huge."

"What!" Emmett shouted, aghast. He prided himself in his strength and size. "No way!"

I was doubtful as well. No one ever neared Emmett's size – let alone tower above it. I was sceptical.

"Yes way," Bella giggled. "Hagrid is half giant – but he is nothing like a real giant. Giants are cruel and mean. Hagrid is one of the nicest people I have ever met."

"A half giant? Really?" Emmett asked. His grin widened and I immediately knew what was coming. I rolled my eyes. Sometimes he could be so predictable. "Is he strong? I bet I could take him in a fight."

Bella bit her lip. "Hagrid is very strong. But he is also half human. He can't near a vampire's strength. I don't want you to hurt him . . . I doubt he would wrestle with you anyway. He's not stupid enough to get himself into that. And besides, I already told you. He's a big softie."

"You're no fun," Emmett pouted. "I'm sure I could convince him."

Smiling, Bella just shook her head at him.

Conversation started up around us. I listened intently as Carlisle and Edward started debating about Bella's magical gifts. Bella herself was arguing with Emmett and Jasper about giants and vampires while Alice and Esme were watching the boys fight with smiles. At least conversations were never boring with Bella and her magical world around.

"Wait – stop," Edward commanded. Everyone paused in what they were saying to look at him with surprise. I narrowed my eyes at him. What was he doing? He was staring at Bella in shock. "I can't hear your mind!"

I relaxed. It was nothing then. Just my brother being melodramatic again. Edward had never been able to hear her mind. Nothing new there. It had come as a shock when she had explained it was because of her Occlumency, a skill she had learnt to use with her magic –

Wait. Magic.

My eyes, along with everyone else's, snapped to Bella's. If her Occlumency was still working then that meant that she still had her magic. "I – I can feel my mind shields," she stuttered. She paused and concentrated intently on something for a moment. "But I can't move them or take them down or even reinforce them. They are as untouchable as the rest of my magic is."

"This is getting strange," Emmett stated. He glanced around the room for support. "Very strange."

"It just doesn't add up though," Jasper said. He ignored Emmett's comment. "You are not meant to have any magic and yet you have your Occlumency and metamorphmagus skills. You can feel your magic, so it is there and hasn't died as it should, but it is unusable. It doesn't make sense."

"I know. I'm really hoping Hermione and Hagrid know something to help us solve this," Bella admitted sheepishly.

"Are you sure you are alright, love?" Edward asked her. He took one of her hands in both of his. Although I got the feeling that I was going to get sick of their public displays of affection pretty quick, I told myself to have patience and understanding. Emmett and I had been much the same for a very long time – and we had been even worse. I should give them some credit for their restraint. Also, I was happy that Edward had found someone. He might be a pain in the ass, but he deserved this. And besides – it saved me from having to live with a depressed, unhappy, sullen Edward for the rest of eternity. I had to thank the girl for that.

"I'm fine," Bella said, rolling her eyes. "Really."

"Are you not thirsty?" Carlisle asked.

Bella jumped in shock. "No. Well, yes. I wasn't but now that you've mentioned it . . ."

Edward stood, pulling Bella up with him. "We should go hunt. I'm sorry, Bella. It completely slipped my mind. You must be hurting." He ran a finger down her throat, looking pained. She shivered.

"I'm not really," she admitted. "But it just feels . . . scratchy. Not burning like you always describe it as." She shook her head.

"How interesting." Carlisle's eyebrows rose. "Indeed, you are a very interesting newborn Bella." He grinned at her.

A red tinge overcame Bella's cheeks. It was not a blush but it was something akin to it. It must be her habits influencing her metamorphmagus skills. We all laughed. Some things never changed, that's for sure.

Edward led Bella out the door to go hunting. I sighed and turned on the television after they had gone. I sure hoped that Bella was right and that someone would know something, whether it be Hermione or Hagrid, because I really didn't want to spend the rest of time puzzling over this mystery. It would frankly be quite annoying.