Okay guys this chapter is REALLY late! and I'm terribly sorry!

I Plan on finding myself a Beta before I put out the next chapter, but still if anyone could please help me out on finding a Beta that would be awesome.

I'm very excited because I have a few reader from Spain.

Les quiero decisr muchas Gracias por leer mi estoria, y estoy muy feliz que les guste tanto. I know my spanish is a little shaky in the spelling department but hopefully they'll be able to understand it!

I also want to address something someone told me in a review, and I want everyone to understand that I accept criticism with an open mind and am willing to learn from it and accept it. I don't want any one not telling me what they really feel about my writing, weather it be good or bad because they think it might hurt my feelings.

Another thing I think should be addressed is my last chapter, I know some where wondering if there was a purpose to it. There was but it was only slight, i wanted a happy chapter and just wanted to show you guys a bit about how Bella interacts with everyone in the castle. I will be showing what happened in Forks but not just yet, maybe in the next chapter.

I do not own Twilight or Harry Potter or anything that pertains to it. It all belongs to Stephanie Meyer and J.k. Rowling

I was in the hospital wing, sitting on a bed, yelling profanities that would have made Moody blush like a school girl. Madam Pomfrey had finally got her clutches on me this morning, she had dragged me all the way to the hospital wing and had been trying different types of medicine on my aching shoulder. Harry and Ron were on either side of my bed each biting their lips so as to not laugh, but their facial expressions just made me want to punch them both. I was about to ask her how long until we knew if the eyes of newt concocsion had worked, when I distictly heard and saw the doors to the hospital wing bang open.

I knew that if I moved Madam Pomfrey would only makes this worse for me and my shoulder. I looked up and saw Molly, Arthur, and The twins walking in followed closely behind by The Cullens and Jacob. My breath caught at the sight of them. Here they were once again, my family. They had come. Did that mean they didn't hate me? Was it possible that even after all I had done to them they were willing to take me back? Where they willing to forgive all my indiscretions or had they come to tell me they would be leaving me? Did they come only to show me one last time my daughter? Would I have to be separated from her, from Edward. It wasn't as though I didn't deserve it, I know I did, but still the though of never seeing any of them hurt more than whatever Madam Pomfrey was doing to my shoulder. I wanted to meet their eyes, I wanted to seek confirmation that they had either decided to forgive me or had come to banish me from their lives, I wanted to know.

I knew I couldn't do that though. If I met their eyes they would see the different me they would see what I truly looked likes. They would see the girl that had lied to them since the moment Edward had talked to me in Biology. They would no longer see Bella Swan, but Isabella Lily Potter, daughter of Lily Evans and James Potter, sister to Harry James Potter, greatest witch the Wizarding world had ever seen in over a century. They would no longer see Isabella Marie Swan daughter of Charlie Swan and Renne Dwyer, shy teenage girl that they had all fallen in love with. They wouldn't see Bella because she wasn't real, she was dead. I know what they would see when I made eye contact with any of them, They would see bright emerald green eyes, eyes that seem to stare into people's sole, eyes that always knew the truth, eyes that I shared with my mother and my brother, eyes that reminded people of Dumbledore's in the way they seem to see right through you. They would see my Long jet-black hair that was a constant reminder of my deceased father, the way it would never stay flat and in place even through it's length, my bangs that were in a desperate need for a haircut, as they almost reached my eyes. They would no longer see the me that I had created in my time in Forks they would see the real me. Even if this me was a smart-ass, a strong independent woman, a genius, and a fighter, this was me.

With these thoughts roaming my head I quickly put my head down and turned my body so it was facing away from the quickly entering Cullens and Jacob. I heard Madam Pomfrey give a big sigh, but she didn't protest and kept working on my shoulder.

"Where is she?" I heard Jacob's gruff voice thick with exhaustion.

"She's over here" I heard Madam Pomfrey's crisp voice. I turned to look at her wide-eyed, she just winked and got back to work. I turned my head desperately to meet Harry's eyes, he was wearing an expression on cool indifference, but I could tell there was more underneath it, anger, jealousy, suspicious, sadness, and regret. Ron was just watching me and waiting for my reaction.

"Where is she? I don't see her!" I heard Edward's stressed voice behind me.

"She's right there" I heard Fred's amused voice. I honestly don't even know how I'm able to tell the twins voices apart but I might be one of the only ones to be able to do it.

"Wait...what?" Edwards was dying of confusion. I could imagine his eyes alight with a mixture of confusion and desperation, his eyebrows Penney bronze like his hair scrunched up in confusion.

Harry and Ron were about to open their mouth to tell them something and I was about to shut them up. In that moment I had twisted my body towards my family and heard them gasp before I was drowned in world of pain.

I let out a blood-curling shriek that would have made a banshee proud. The pain was unbearable, whatever Madam Pomfrey was doing to my shoulder was either working smashingly or was a horrible mistake and my should was being torn in two, whichever all I wanted was for the pain to end. I had not felt such pain since the fight with Voldemort, it was such a great pain that it rivaled the process of being changed.

I desperately reached for Harry's hand knowing that I could tighten my hand around his as much as possible since he and Ron both had put an unbreakable curse on both their hands after the first time they had taken their turn with me. I let out a small sigh of relief as I felt a familiar hand envelope mine.

"RON!" I yelled and quickly felt Ron's hand to my right.

I tried to keep my face from turning to my families and had tried to keep the bell-like qualities away from my voice as I had yelled at Ron, but I knew they knew. There was no way of disguising the unmistakable ring in my voice. I knew they were all confused as why I looked different, probably thinking I was in some sort of costume.

Before I could think more about anything besides the pain Madam Pomfrey was inflicting on my shoulder, a fresh wave of pain racked me to my bones.

I turned my head to identify a blatantly obvious smirking Harry and I could no longer help it I finally snapped at him, something I was proud to say I had not done all day.

"HARRY! GOD FUCKING DAM IT! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! I WILL NEVER AGAIN IN MY FUCKING LIFE HELP MALFOY! YOU GOT ME HARRY JAMES POTTER!"

I'm sure my yells could be heard around the castle and probably Hogsmeade too. According to Dean and Seamus everyone in town and in the castle were making bets on how long I could keep this up and how many more 'creative' ways I would declare my plans of Harry's death, much to everyone, but Hermione s', amusement.

"Isabella Lily Potter you shut your trap in my hospital wing you hear me?" Madam Pomfrey said in a deadly serious tone. she knew the shrieks would be inevitable, but there was no merit for my potty mouth in her opinion. I personally thought that Harry deserved every accusation pointed his away about this situation. It had been his great idea to be a damn hero and save the reason were running for our lives. Who knew that fiendfyre curse was one of the only things that a magical vampire could not heal from? Sure as hell not me, or I probably never would have gone back for those damn cowards! They should have roasted in hell, they deserve it and ten times fold, after what they did to Seamus while we were...away, but none the less I chose to keep my lips tightly sealed. I knew that if I didn't listin she would only become more vicious in her 'healing'.

Maybe it was the pain that gave me the short burst of bravery, but in that instant I knew what I had to do. No matter if my family said they didn't want to see me ever again, I would fight, I would find a way to make things right between me and them. For that, I had to at least look at them, make some sort of connection. This girl that was hiding with her head down, who the hell was she? It wasn't someone I would ever want Lupin, or Tonks, or Sirius, or Moody meeting. This girl inside of me was weak, not the brave woman that has been surfacing and fighting since the day she was chosen to come to Hogwarts. This wasn't me, this is Bella from Forks. This is a sweet, innocent girl willing to die for her friends, willing to give her life for the people she loved, this is a girl that expected things to be handed to her, this is a young confused girl, this isn't me. I'm a woman that won't give her life for anyone, I would never do that to my parents they had given their lives for me and Harry to strive, they had fought till the very last second to try and keep us alive. No I would never be so selfish, I would fight with every last possible inch of me to keep BOTH me and my loved ones alive. I was a strong woman that had fought Voldemort eight times next to the best of the best and survived each and every time. This was a woman that was willing to be leave behind her loved ones and go fourth with her head held high looking evil right in the eyes and fight.

With these thoughts I lifted my head high and found topaz eyes intently trained on my emerald ones. I watched as his eyes, and everyone else, eyes widen in a mixture of pity, horror, love, and longing. I don't have a clue what they saw in my eyes that would cause such a reaction from them. It was as though the world had stopped and the only thing real was out pair of eyes locked in a steady stand off. With an inner sigh of relief I allowed every worry or doubt leave me as all I could see in those amazing topaz eyes was acceptance. Finally I saw his eyes snap to the hand that was tightly intertwined in Ron's.

I had the urge to break into a dance and laugh, after everything that was going on it was just like Edward to zero in on his jealousy. I saw as his eyes flickered towards Harry but was quickly dismissed from that train of thought from the obvious resemblance in us both. Honestly it was ridiculous that he could even think me and Ron would ever be like that, after, I'm sure, he knew our history. I mean I don't deny that during my 5th year we had tried it out for like a week, but there had been nothing there, no spark. Of course nobody but me and Ron knew about that. We decided that since neither one of us wished for an early death we would keep it from Hermione and Harry. I mean Hermione was like my sister in every way, but blood, not to mention she and Ron had finally become and item and I refused to be the reason they broke up.

"You know It's lucky Hermione Isn't here, she would have beaten you half way to the Burrow if she heard you swearing. Of course the whole castle can hear you, so I wouldn't be surprised if she came banging in a couple minutes yelping that you need to be quiet" came Harry's amused voice from my right.

It felt good to see Harry happy and smiling after so many years of both outer and inner torture and despair for us both, he more than deserved happiness. I had somehow miraculously attained my happiness now it was his turn to get what was long overdue.

"Hermione won't be bothering us in quite some time, I gave her a job to do" I say mysteriously to Harry with a wink. He lifted his eyebrow in a questioning way, I just shake my head before a fresh new wave of pain hit me like a bulldozer. I was gasping for air that was not needed in my system, but helped none the less.

My eyes raked through my family and landed on my baby girl, my angel, Renesemee. I yearned to be ale to hold her in my arms, to be able to embrace her. To know that she's safe in my arms, to be sure that no one or anything can hurt her. I yearned to watch her sleep to move the cork screw curls away from her face, to be able to bait the nightmares away. The nightmares of her family being killed by black hooded figure, when I first had found out I had been terrified that it was an omen about the Death Eaters. It hurt me so much in my heart to know that my child had to go through these horrifying dreams like I had. I knew what it was like when you cling to the sliver lining separating insanity and sanity. To wake in a cold sweat, to be disoriented, to not know what's reality and what's not real. I looked at her with a smile that hopefully portrayed all the love I felt bubbling inside. I was relived to to receive a smile with just as much love in it.

I looked into her eyes, but at the moment our eyes made contact my brain, without my acknowledgement, pulled me back to the moment when Voldemort and I had begun our duel the moment I met those cold, hard, red eyes. I felt at that very moment I had grown so much older than 17. At that moment I believe that I truly saw and witnessed all the evils of the world. Even if he personally had not done them all, he was the embodiment of all that was wrong with the world. In that moment the only thing I saw in those eyes was the lust to kill, the lust to kill me. For a moment I faltered. What if I wasn't able to destroy this creature? What if he killed us all? I would be the cause of the death of everyone and everything I loved. That moment of hesitation was all he needed, he struck.

I forced my mind back to the present.

I automatically forced my face clear of all emotions, before I relized who and where I was with, realized I no longer had to bring that side of me out anymore. I felt harry's hand touch my cheek, trying to bring my attention back. I looked at him with still emotionless eyes. He looked at me with complete understanding.

I know many scientist would disagree with me if I told them that me and Harry had a sort of mind connection. It had been proven time and time again that, that was just a crazy theory, but then again me and Harry had never been normal. Me and Harry had never really shared this little fact with anyone except Ron an Hermione, not even Dumbledore knew about this and even they were only told our 6th year. Besides what happened to me when I was young, it wad Harry and I's most guarded secret. Me and Harry had a sort of telepathic connection. It had been one of the main reasons I had learned Occlumency, I was tired of Harry constantly being able to get in my head. After years of not knowing why Harry and I had this weird connection I had finally done some research and figured out that, when Voldemort had tries to kill us as babies he had not only built a connection with us but us with each other.

I pulled my mind away from itself and turned to look at Harry who was staring at me intently with eyes full of concern and understanding

"Breath Bella, breathe. It's over now. They're gone" His voice was calm and full of understanding, it was exactly what I needed.

Some part of me was very aware of the fact that I was having a break down, but that rational part of my brain was being over powered by everything else going on in my mind. I felt the bed creak and then I felt Harry's arms wrap around me as i curled up.

"What's wrong with her?" I distinctly heard Carlisle's worried voice through the thick fog that was my mind

"We aren't 100% sure, but we think that these might be early signs of post traumatic stress syndrome we have been trying to do some tests on her brain to see if it's possible, unfortunately it has been rather difficult getting her to cooperate with us. She been keeping people away when she has these episodes she doesn't want anyone seeing her like this."

"That's not possible. We can't have PST our brains wouldn't allow it" came Edwards voice.

Oh that voice! The voice of fine silk wrapping itself around me. The gentleness of that voice, that voice was wrapping itself around me, enclosing me in its warmth!

"Mr. Cullen I would have though that by now you would have figured out that Bella is no ordinary vampire" madam Pomfrey's voice was curt.

If I could trust my voice enough I would have chuckled, the sheer thought that anyone would contradict her in her sanctuary was ridiculous.

"What do you mean...no ordinary vampire?" I wasn't sure who was talking right now, but I think it was Alice

I was finally able to open my eyes so I could look at my family. They were all staring wide-eyed and confused at Madam Pomfrey.

She gave a big sigh and turned to me, which caused my family to turn back their eyes at me. I let my eyes meet only Madam Pomfrey and no one else. I felt Harry's arm wrap tighter around me, he could tell how rigid my body was that I was being put under pressure.

I wasn't ready to tell them yet about my...changes. Harry, Ron, and Hermione where the only ones that knew everything that happened and the only ones that knew what sort of transformation I went through. I'm not sure I'm ready to show my family that yet until they know everything else about me first.

"This would have been much easier had you told them before young lady" her voice was scolding but I could tell she was teasing. She had always had a soft spot for me, It probably had to do with the fact that I was the only student who could possible end up in the hospital wing 10 times in one year. I knew that she had grown attached to me.

I felt myself slip into my old witty self again. I felt my brain clear of the fog that seemed to inhabit my mind constantly. I let my old smirk slip on my lips

"You know I've had enough scoldings from everyone, Professor Mccgonagal, Kingsley, Molly, and Arthur, now you too Madam Pomfrey? If there's someone that should be scolded it should be Harry and Dumbledore."

I saw Molly slip by my family and come closer to me, she pulled both me and Harry into a hug. Before Esme had become a sort of mother figure, Molly had been my only source of maternal love. She was in all retrospects my mother. As much as I loved and adored Esme, Molly had been there for me years on end. She had been the first parent figure in both Harry and I's life. She had knitted us jumpers since our first year, she had dealt with out nonsense every summer, she was our mother.

Even though I'm sure she knew everyone could hear her, she whispered to us in a fashion that would make us believe she was only talking to us. "How are you dears?"

We both nodded at her indicating we were fine, she of course knew better but let the subject drop until another time.

"Bella we though that now that you were an immortally graceful vampire you wouldn't be in the hospital wing as much-"

"I guess it's too much to hope for coming from you anyways."

Fred and George where both grinning so much they reminded me of a pair of cheshire cats.

I opened my mouth to give a witty reply when I heard feet fast approaching, I know that the Cullens could also hear it because they all positioned themselves towards the doors.

The Weasleys and Madam Pomfrey were all staring at the Cullens and me confused as to why were all looking at the doors, as if waiting. Harry and Ron where the only ones that sensed something was amiss they were both pulling their wands out of their jeans and I was reaching for mine on the bedside table.

"GUYS GUYS!" In came Neville huffing and puffing as though he had run all the way here, which by looking at him was probably not far off.

Ron, Harry, and I relaxed but the Cullens and Jacob both stayed alert but I was quick to tell them it was okay

"What is it Neville?" I asked he seemed flustered like he was worrying about something

"Fudge is here and he's demanding he be able to speak with Bella and the Cullens" It didn't go unnoitced, I'm sure, from the Cullens how Neville spoke about us as though we were separate, even though I was legally a Cullen

I gave a huge scoff "Who does he think he is demanding something like that? Besides what could he possible have to talk to my family about? they just got here?"

"You don't understand Bella! He's running for Prime Minister again, against Kingsley and he wants to talk to the Cullens about what apparently happened back in the States!"

What happened in the states? I turned my attention back to my family and for the first time noticed how their clothes were ripped and ruffled. How Jacob seemed to have a healing scar going down his left arm.

"What happened in Forks?" I asked them just as Fudge burst into the room.

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Anastasia