Author's Notes: Okay, thank you so much for the reviews, Story Alerts, Author Alerts, Favourite Author and Favourite Story. It really makes me smile when I see people truly enjoy my stories.

Before I get to the chapter, however, I'd like to say two things. One – I do, in fact, put symbols to show the passing of time. However, once I upload it here, they disappear. I can't do anything about that, but I'll keep trying. Two – I know I make mistakes with my spelling and whatnot, but I'm human, so, therefore, I am not perfect and I make mistakes. Sorry.

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I watched as Jacob, Teddy and Harry talked. They were talking about the difference between the two sets of werewolves. In my opinion, it only made sense that the two were different. I mean, Jacob was really a shape-shifter, not entirely a werewolf. I liked listening about the other werewolves, too. I learned about Remus Lupin, Teddy's father, who was a werewolf. I learned a bit about Teddy's mom who wasn't a werewolf, but a Metamorphmagus – wow, that really is a long word. I learned that Teddy hadn't become a werewolf. However, Teddy was a Metamorphmagus. He changed his appearance rarely, but when he did it was quite fascinating.

They talked for quite some time ... and I stayed and listened to all of it.

I was planning to ask Harry about the big, epic battle that happened at the school – Hogwarts ... I still find that name odd ...

After at least an hour of talking, Molly called her family to the table for dinner. She always made dinner, even though we've all offered to help. She used magic and it finished in no time.

Jacob stayed for supper and met everyone else – Ginny, Albus, James, Lily, Ron, Hermione, Rose, Hugo, George, Angelina, Roxanne, Fred, Charlie, Percy, Audrey, Molly, Lucy, Bill, Fleur, Victoire, Dominique, Louis, Molly, Arthur and Andromeda. Me, Edward, Renesmee, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, Esme and Carlisle sat around the table – that had been magically enlarged to fit everyone – to talk with everyone. We, as vampires, had been taking turns to go on hunts and made it routine.

Once dinner was finished, plates were cleared and dishes were cleaned. Fleur and Audrey took the children to the bathrooms to get ready for bed while everyone else went into the living room. This, too, was routine. The moms and dads would alternate giving bathes. Everything was fair.

I walked into the living room and saw Harry sitting in a chair, reading the wizard newspaper he got from England. I took this as my chance to talk. I walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up.

"Hi, Harry," I said.

"Hullo, Bella. What's new?" he asked, setting the newspaper aside.

I crouched on the floor so Harry wouldn't have to stare up.

"I was just wondering if I could ask you about ... the battle. I've heard a lot about it in the last few weeks, but I haven't heard what you have to say about!" I said quickly, but calmly.

Harry looked around the room, then back at me.

"Let's go for a walk."

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"Well, Bella, what do you want to know?" Harry asked.

We were sitting on a large rock, in the forest, behind the house, not too far from my and Edward's cottage.

I didn't have to think of a reply to Harry's question. Though, my reply was a statement, not a question, as Harry probably thought it would be.

"I want to know what you did at this battle. I want to know how you felt. I want to know what it was like ... I just want to know more ..."

Harry was quiet for quite some time. Then he spoke.

"I don't know how I felt, Bella. I had mixed feelings the whole time. At times, when me, Ron and Hermione were living in a tent throughout different forests, I just wanted to go home. I wanted to close my eyes and have everything disappear. I didn't want to have to battle and fight. I didn't want to keep running ... but I knew I had to, for the wizarding world ... and the Muggles, too.

"You don't want to know what it's like, Bella ..." Harry said sombrely, "to have someone always looking for you ... to have more than one person always looking for you, wanting to kill you. No one should ever have to have that feeling."

I nodded my head.

"I understand," I whispered.

"Afterwards, though, I was sore, I was sad and I felt guilty for being happy. I was happy I lived. I was happy most lives were saved. I was happy I was back with my family – the Weasleys ... I was happy when I could talk with Ginny, again, after not saying a word to each other for months ... I was sad, too, you know ... sad that Ginny's brother, Fred, died ... sad that Remus, Tonks, Colin and so many others died. I blamed myself. I was sad that my mum and dad couldn't be there, to see I killed their killer ... to see I destroyed the friend that betrayed them ... to see I befriended my godfather and their best friend ..."

Tears quietly fell from Harry's eyes, down his cheeks and off his nose.

I didn't know what to say, so I said the only thing I could think of.

"I'm sorry ..."

"I'm sorry for crying," Harry replied.

"It's okay, we all need a good cry at times."

Harry chuckled lightly and wiped his nose.

"Here," I said, pulling a tissue from my jeans pocket.

"Thanks."

Harry took the tissue and wiped his face.

"Shall we go back?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure ..."

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"Bella," Edward whispered when Harry and I walked back into the house.

"Yeah," I said, walking into the hallway as Harry went into the living room with everyone else.

"Let's go back to the cottage for the night," Edward said.

I leaned up and gently kissed Edward's lips.

"Okay."

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Second Author's Notes: Well, there you have it. The next chapter date will be posted on my profile, so make sure you check it out. Also, for all my fellow Canadians – Happy Thanksgiving!