I was in the hospital for a few days. And I've had a lot of schoolwork.

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Chapter 11

Previously:

I was shook out of my daze when Hermione and Harry both grabbed one of my wrists and ran towards a gray door. I stopped when I realized that I had a dream about that door and that Voldemort was behind it.

"Bella, come on!" Hermione yelled. She yanked on my wrist and I stumbled forward.

"No! Voldemort is behind that door." My voice shook with dread.

Then my worst nightmare happened. Harry and Hermione were thrown back and Voldemort stepped out of some fog. He shot a green spell at me, but one of the water fountain statues got in front of me.

"Dumbledore!" Someone yelled before I saw a flash of red and darkness consumed me.

Now:

I heard voices. Familiar voices. I groaned and tried to open my eyes, but failed. It was like they were glued shut. Slowly, I forced my eyes open, and was met with a lot of familiar faces. They all turned to me once I shifted on the bed and sat up.

"Hey."I tried to sound enthusiastic and lighten the mood, but failed when I looked down.

White cotton bandages were wrapped around my torso. Three fluffy blankets were laid on me. I heard someone shuffle their feet and I looked up. Harry stood closest to me. I saw worry and pain in eyes. I opened my arms wide and smiled at him through my pain. It was hard to breathe when I had bandages around my stomach. Harry crushed me in a huge hug and I grinned. It felt great to be cared for by family.

"Harry…can't…breathe."

"Oh, Sorry." His arms disappeared from around me, and he stepped back, embarrassed. I laughed when he turned bright cherry red. He looked exactly like me.

I looked around and pointed everyone out in my head. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Lupin, Fred, George, Ginny, and Dumbledore were here. Hermione and Ginny sat on either side of my bed, both looking concerned, Harry stood in front of Ginny, and Ron behind Hermione. Fred and George were at the foot of my bed. They were both grinning like mad men. I narrowed my eyes at them and smiled. Lupin stood by the twins, right behind them. Dumbledore looked proudly at us from the door as Harry and I shared a hug as brother and sister. It was never more than that. I had never had any siblings so Harry was the closest thing to a brother I had.

"Bella, we were so worried. We thought You-know-Who had killed you. Ginny and I were pulling our hair out." Hermione spoke up.

"Well, I'm glad you care about me so much, but I'm fine, right? What's the damage?" I asked.

"Before I could help it, Voldemort cut up your stomach pretty badly, you don't want to know how, and there are a few bruises and cuts on your neck, arms, and back from falling back into the shards from the statue when you fainted. You are welcome to stay here at St. Mugos for a few more days, although I do advise you to get back to your, uh, mission." Dumbledore said, from the door. He gave me a pointed look and I knew he was talking about the Cullen's. I would have to face them eventually, but I loved it at peace here.

"Wait a minute, what mission?" Ron asked.

"It's nothing, really. So, what have you guys been up to while I was… asleep?"

"Nothing much, just staying here and waiting for you to wake up. You were out for two days and the healers couldn't figure out how to wake you. They did manage to heal you up pretty well, though. At first you were so pale that I thought you were dead. Now, you actually look alive." Ginny grinned. Fred and George shared a look that I saw in the corner of my eye.

"Fred, George, you better not pull a prank on me. I'll torture you if you do." George pretended to act disappointed. Fred sighed.

"Hey, were not that bad," I raised my eyebrow, "Okay, fine, maybe we are, but that's not the point."George nudged Fred in the stomach as I giggled. "Anyway, back to my point. You know how you told us you went to live with muggles?" I nodded. "Well, we have… MUGGLE JOKES!"

I laughed hard when he made it sound so exciting. Muggle jokes to wizard folk were always considered lame. I stopped laughing when I was out of breath and it hurt to breathe. I wiped my eyes, because there were tears from laughing. I sighed and looked back at the twins. They were wearing their familiar goofy grins.

"And we even memorized them. Kinda," George said and turned to Fred. Fred nodded and pulled a book out from behind his back. They cleared their throats.

"Doctor, doctor, I think I've lost my memory!" Fred squealed in a girly voice. I tried not to laugh, but quickly failed.

"When did this happen?" George asked in a deep voice. I snorted.

"When did what happen?" Fred asked. I broke out in a fit of laughter. Fred slammed the book shut and smiled sheepishly at me.

"Well…that's all we really understand." They simultaneously scratched the back of their heads. I giggled.

"It's fine. It was pretty good."

"Thank-"

"You so-"

"Much."

I nodded at them and turned to Lupin.

"Hey. What's happenin dawg?" I said in my best gang-ish voice. He laughed and walked over to give me a hug. The hug clearly said: I'm glad you're alive. Rest up and heal. We all love you so you better get that done fast. Oh yeah, Dumbledore wants to talk to you. Good luck. Ha. The shift in his feet told me about the Dumbledore thing. When he pulled away, I narrowed my eyes at him. He averted his eyes to Harry.

Lupin went back to stand by Dumbledore.

Everyone looked at each other, at me, and at Dumbledore. Dumbledore cleared his throat and spoke.

"Will everyone step outside so I can have a few words with Bella, please?"

"Translation: Will you guys leave and go home so I can talk to Bella about all these secrets I want to tell here." George said in a robot voice and everyone exploded in laughter. Even Dumbledore gave a few chuckles.

"I'll take everyone to the Weasley's Place." Lupin stated and looked to Dumbledore. Dumbledore nodded evenly.

As soon as the door was closed, Dumbledore sat down in the chair next to my bed. He took a deep breath and I saw dread in his eyes.

"Isabella, I am sorry that I have to tell you this…, but Sirius was killed by his cousin Bellatrix LeStrange." In that moment, my whole life (that was already planned out) changed. I froze. Where was I supposed to live? I wanted to learn about my father with Sirius. I mean, he was my godfather. I can't lose him. And Harry! Oh my god, Harry. How is he taking this? He was closer to Sirius than I was.

Harry's Father, my Father, Sirius, Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew were best friends at Hogwarts. My parents and I were in hiding when Peter gave us away. He told Voldemort where we were. My parents, William and Abigail Jenning, would have been great to know. Everyone says it was an honor to know them. I wish I would have had a chance. I was barely 6 months old. All I can remember is a flash of green light, everything else is a blurry haze.

Now that I lost Sirius, I've lost everything else as well. He was the only person I had left. He was the only godfather I'll ever want.

A sob ripped through my chest and I scrunched up my eyes in pain. I pressed my lips together, to repress the sobs, but it wasn't working, and I soon lost. Tears ran down my cheeks. I brought my knees up to my chest and sobbed into them, until the pain wore off. Dumbledore waited patiently throughout my ordeal, until I was quiet enough for him to speak.

"Also, Isabella, I want to talk to you about the mission including the Cullen's. You must return, no matter what. I will send a spell to Forks, to remove the all of the Cullen's memories up until the day that you first arrive. Or the morning of the first day. That is all that they will remember. Their memories will be transferred to your school trunk under your bed in Charlie Swan's house. Each vial will be labeled with the name of who the memory it belongs to. I want you to clean up this mess. You may tell them when they are ready. All they have to do is drink the vials and they will remember everything. Tell me when you are ready to go back, and I will send the spell. I will let you be now. Goodbye, Isabella."

Soon after Dumbledore left, I succumbed to the pain again. I was so out of it that I did not hear a healer come in and see me in hysterics. He then called other healers and they all performed calming spells on me. It only numbed the pain, and did not last for long.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, and no matter how many times I wiped them away, they wouldn't stop. This was as painful as when Edward left. Except this time, I knew that Sirius cared about me and loved me. I loved Sirius, too. We were getting along greatly, and we were really close, but due to my recent mission, I couldn't see him as much. I missed him a great deal and losing him only made it worse.

I wish I had spent more time with him. I wish I wasn't excited to go on a real mission for the order so much that I barely paid attention to him. I could have apparated here every once in a while to visit him, and catch up on what has happened since I last saw him. But no, I was too busy falling in love with Edward and spending time with Jacob. I was a horrible goddaughter. I technically neglected him. That made me cry harder.

The pain wouldn't stop, and it felt like forever when I finally took a deep breath and forced myself to stop crying. I pushed the pain aside and focused who was here. I wiped my tears, but they wouldn't stop. I shrugged, let them be, and blinked to see who was here.

I could barely make out the figure that was standing in front of me. Harry and his parents were here. I smiled and my eyes immediately stopped watering. I sniffled, and open my arms for a big hug, ignoring the immense pain in my stomach. He ran into my arms.

"I'm sorry about not telling you, about Sirius. It was really difficult to even think about him." He muttered.

"I understand." I replied. We let go of each other. I turned to James and Lilly.

"Hello, Bella. How are you?"James asked.

"I'm good-ish. It's been kinda hard, you know?" I answered. He nodded.

"Hey, baby girl. How are you really holding up? Because you're not fooling me." Lilly sat down next to me on one of the chairs that wasn't occupied by Harry. James was standing behind her.

"Uh…, it's been…confusing and regretful, I guess. So much has changed. It' been hard for me, especially, because I've been gone for so long. It's weird trying to get used to the way things are now." I said. Lilly nodded in understanding.

"We'll we just wanted to stop by for a visit, we were actually on our way to see a dentist for Harry. Even if we are not muggles, we still like to go." James explained. Harry scowled. I laughed at the normal family behavior.

"Ok. I'm glad you stopped by. Bye." I smiled and gave them all hugs. They left and I was left to silence. I suddenly had an idea. I threw back the blankets and looked down at the ugly blue and white hospital gown and shuddered. I gently put my legs over the side of the bed and stepped off. My legs hurt a little but otherwise I was fine.

I walked over to the door and gently turned the knob. I pulled open the door. The halls were full of people rushing by. I walked down the hall for a nearby nurse, and spotted one. I walked over to her and asked for some parchment and a quill. She nodded and helped me back to my room. She put me back in the bed and waved her wand. Three pieces of parchment, an inkwell, and a quill came zooming in. She left, and as soon as the door closed, I dipped my quill in the inkwell and began to write furiously.

Dear Dumbledore,

I'm ready to go back now. I know I'll have to face them sooner or later. I know it's been three days since I last saw you, but could you come visit, and get a portkey authorized to send me back to Forks. Also, can you ask the hospital staff to take off the bandages; they're really itchy. See you soon.

-Bella

P.S. Can you bring some chocolate frogs? You know I love them!

Satisfied with the letter, I put it in an envelope. I sealed it shut and called for an owl. A gray owl came flying in, and I told him where to take it. I paid the owl and watched it fly out the window.

The next two days were hard because the hospital people were starting to get on my nerves. They kept asking me questions about how I had gotten hurt and I wouldn't tell them because then they would tell the Daily Prophet, and that newspaper would twist any words I say. It was better and less complicated to keep quiet.

The third day after I had sent the letter, I was sitting in bed reading Wuthering Heights (Even though I'm not a muggle doesn't mean that I can't read their kinds of books). I looked up in time to see Lupin and Dumbledore walk in. Lupin was smiling and I saw the familiar twinkle of mischief in Dumbledore's ice blue eyes. I set my book aside and put my hands in my lap, patiently.

Lupin broke the silence.

"Hey, Bells. How's it going?" He came to stand next to me.

"Good. Are you here about the mission, too?" I responded.

"Yeah, I am. Dumbledore brought you your port key back to that wretched town. I don't know why it had to be that place. I remember when your parents lived there in their early years of marriage." That information surprised me. I had never known that. I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. Lupin nodded in confirmation. Wow. What a coincidence.

"Well, Isabella, the hospital will take off the bandages and you will be on your way." Dumbledore said.

Not even a second later, a few healers walked in and removed all the bandages on my body. I went to the restroom and dressed in my normal muggle clothing: an oversized purple t-shirt, dark wash skinny jeans, and my favorite white high top converse. I put on my mom's necklace that she left to me in her will, and my dad's lucky black and white checkered bracelet. Brushing my hair hurt. A lot. I managed to brush through my hair, and then I let it hang loose and cover my neck, for some warmth. It was a little cold in Forks, but jackets got annoying after a while.

I walked back into the hospital room that I was occupying. Lupin was nowhere to be seen, but Dumbledore stood by the freshly made bed.

"Lupin?"

"I'm afraid that he got called away to go help Molly with Sirius' room. They are currently cleaning it out." I gulped at the mention of Sirius.

"Do you have the port key?" I asked, nervous to change the subject. Dumbledore pulled out a small notebook from his robe pocket. It started to glow bright blue and he hurriedly handed it to me. I smiled in thanks.

"Here are your chocolate frogs." He fiddled around in his pocket for a minute before handing me three chocolate frogs.

"Thank You." I said in appreciation. He grinned, a crinkly eyed smile. I couldn't help but smile back.

"You're port key is scheduled to leave in one minute. I must go now; I have a meeting with the minister. Good luck, and come home soon." Dumbledore patted my back. I nodded.

He left and a second later I felt the familiar tugging of every particle of my body. It suddenly stopped, and I stumbled a bit. I took a deep breath and was assaulted by cold, fresh air. My eyes fluttered open and I stumbled, still a little dizzy from the port key. This part of the woods was familiar and I easily found my way back to the Cullen household.

I didn't hesitate as I entered through the back door and was immediately hugged by two freezing cold arms. I hugged back and Alice let go after a few more seconds.

"Where have you been for the past few days?" I pretended to be confused as I made my eyebrows furrow. I blocked my mind so Jasper could not tell I was lying.

"What do you mean? You and I have been hanging out for a few days and being lazy around the house since I jumped off the cliff. Everyone else besides Emmett, Esme, and Carlisle has practically been avoiding me. Today, I asked you to go on a walk to think and be alone and you agreed. Alice, you're scaring me. What do you remember?" I asked, forcing my voice to sound fearful in the end if my little speech.

"The last thing I remember is bringing you home from the hospital. After that, nothing."

"Hey everyone, come down here for a minute!" I nearly yelled.

There were a few blurs that passed me as I walked into the living room and sat down on a single seat couch. The Cullen's were all seated on all of the other matching white couches. I cleared my throat and forced my voice to sound small and scared.

"Does anyone else not remember the past few days?"

Everyone raised their hands looking sheepish. I forcefully stifled a gasp.

"What do you remember?" my voice shook with mock dread and I felt really guilty for deceiving them like this.

"Well, err, we talked about this earlier. No one remembers anything since the hospital and Edward only remembers running through the woods. Then everything goes blank." Carlisle spoke from next to Esme. I flinched at the mention of my long lost love.

"That's impossible." I sounded shocked.

"I can't feel your emotions." Jasper frowned.

"And I can't see your future! " Alice yelled, frustrated.

"That's…weird." I said, hesitant. It was time that Carlisle intervened.

"I'm sure that this sparking your curiosity, but I assume that Bella it tired," He looked toward me and I nodded, "and that she needs rest. Let's not overwhelm her." He smiled kindly.

I yawned and my eyes watered slightly. I blinked a few times before standing and heading towards the stairs. I muttered goodnight and only got a few mumbles of goodnight back. As I made my way towards the top of the stairs, I felt immensely guilty. I was lying to them in the only home that they felt safe in. Water started to build up in my eyes.

I rushed up to my room and slammed the door behind me as I entered. Tears were now running freely down my cheeks. I silently cast Muffliato on all the doors and windows in my room. I grabbed a pair of pajamas from the closet and tried to control my breathing as I walked into the bathroom. I roughly turned the knob to turn the shower on. I set my clothes down on the counter and stripped. Steam was now seeping out of the shower and making it hard to see yourself in the mirror. I stepped in the water and quickly jumped out. It was hot. I lowered the setting of heat and waited a few seconds before stepping in again.

Much better, I thought.

I was all too distracted to cry now, and for that I was glad. I didn't want to cry anymore. I just wanted to forget about everything. I knew there was a way, but I would never do it. I was too much of a coward. To never remember anything about your family, and live with people you thought were your family, was a nightmare to me. You would never know where you came from.

My family is what I depended on. Without them, I wouldn't have grown into who I am now. I grabbed the shampoo bottle and squeezed a handful into my hand. I put the bottle back into the holder and massaged the strawberry smelling heaven into my hair. I rinsed my hair thoroughly and watched a twig fall out of my hair and go down the drain. I grabbed the conditioner and squeezed it all over my hair. I put the bottle back and smothered the stuff all over my hair. Then, I grabbed the scrunch and poured DOVE body wash onto it. I washed my body, glad to get rid of all of the forest germs. Who knew what was out there.

After rinsing my soft hair and clean smelling form off, I stepped out of the shower and yanked a towel hanging on a hook nearby. I dried off and pulled the deep blue cotton tank top over my head. It fit comfily. I put on my underwear and yanked on my soft gray pants. These too were also cotton. I dried my hair and tore a brush through it. It wasn't as hard as it was to brush in the hospital. I made sure my eyes didn't stray towards the mirror. I didn't want to see myself. I also put on a pair of comfy socks.

I picked up my dirty clothes and towel, and dumped them in the hamper, inside the closet. I walked into the bedroom and decided that I shouldn't stay locked away in my room. I opened the door; it creaked lazily. The socks allowed no noise as I made my way down the stairs. The kitchen door lay open, and I entered.

The marble countertop sparkled as I walked past it and reached in the cupboard for a glass cup. I searched the pantry, and finally found what I was looking for. I put it on the counter and filled the glass up with milk. I poured the powdered chocolate and mixed it with a spoon. I set the spoon on the counter and put the glass in the microwave. I set it for three minutes, went to sit on the counter, and looked out the window.

The stars were bright tonight, and there were many of them. It's like they were wishes. Some die out, and some live forever. I looked down. There was no way I was going to get myself sad. The microwave beeping barely registered in the back of my mind. I looked back at the stars, and sighed before deciding to turn around. Then I realized that the microwave was no longer beeping.

I spun around and saw the glass on the counter, steam coming out of it. Edward was turning and closing the microwave. He turned back toward me and spoke.

"Is it beautiful tonight, or what?"His voice melted into the peaceful atmosphere. I moved over to the where the glass was.

I nodded. "Yes, it is nice."

He sat down on one of the stools. I held the glass with both hands and sat next to him. Once I sat, I relished the perfect warmth the glass gave off. It warmed my fingers comfortingly. I heard him shift next to me, and I could his gaze burning up a hole in my head.

Even though he put me through so much crap, I still loved him. I would die for him. I missed back when he loved me, before he got tired of being with a weak human. I told him everything, except about the wizarding world. And he left me, broken. I tried to pull myself back together, but it's so hard. He was the first and only person that ever broke my heart before. He was my first love, and I would never forget him. I wouldn't forgive him that easily either.

It was hard not to acknowledge the attraction that I could feel pulling me towards him. I resisted. I couldn't bear rejection. Suddenly, a cold hand touched my shoulder, and I shrieked, startled. I had jumped, too. The warm glass slipped from my fingers and I fell backwards, taking the stool with me. Ice cold arms wrapped around me, one behind my back, and one under my knees. He held me bridal style. I blushed heavily.

A second later, my mind registered the glass shattering on the counter and the hot chocolate dripping on to the hardwood floor. I struggled to get vertical, but Edward ignored me and sat me down on the other side of the counter, which was clean.

"I'll clean it up." He spoke firmly. He turned.

"Oh, no, you won't. I will." I jumped off the counter. It was too late; I had already stepped on a piece of jagged glass. "Ow! Ow, Ow, Ow!" I hollered.

He was there before me again. He picked me up, and zoomed us to the love seat in the living room. He set me down on the couch, before disappearing. He reappeared with the First Aid Kit, a second later. He slowly removed my sock, without causing any pain.

"I told you to stay there. Why didn't you listen?" He asked calmly, with a barely noticeable undertone.

"Because, I am the one who made the mess!"I exclaimed. He shook his head at me.

He grabbed the ankle of my hurt foot and held it against the white leather couch. His fingers gripped the big chunk of glass that was lodged into my foot.

"This is going to hurt a little."He said. I braced myself and he pulled it out. I whimpered. He reassured me. "Its fine now, the painful part is over."

Edward continued to wrap up my foot and I got a good look at him. He was wearing a gray t-shirt, and dark jeans. He was also wearing socks, no shoes. He wore his Cullen Crest, and his hair was disheveled as usual. His skin was still pale, but his posture looked defensive and protective. He had deep rings under his eyes that looked as if he was starving himself. His face looked a little like mine, lifeless. He wasn't smiling or anything, his mouth was set in a straight line. His eyes were a deep gold, not light.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered to me and he held my gaze. I blushed and smiled shyly. He smirked a little and looked back down. It had only been a minute, and he was already done. My foot had some Neosporin on the cut, and was wrapped with gauze a few times. I noticed my birthmark by the heel of my foot.

"What's that?" Edward pointed to the birthmark.

"It's a birthmark."

"You never said anything about it."

"I guess I forgot."

We were in close proximity. Too close. I looked away. I could feel his breath on me as he looked at me. My lips ached to touch his. I couldn't bear this. I cleared my throat and stood up. I barely felt a sting. I looked at him.

"I should get to bed. Wait! Actually, I'm going to clean up the kitchen, and then I'm going to go to bed." I spoke.

He also stood. "Bella, you are not going to clean the kitchen. You'll get cut even more because you are barefoot. Let me do it." He glared at me as I glared at him.

I huffed. "Fine! You win, but only because I really don't fight with you right now. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

I walked up to my room and settled underneath the soft covers. Soon, I was out like a light. I was also afraid of what the coming days would bring.

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