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Harry

The next morning, I had sat myself up on the kitchen counter while he cooked the little amount of food we managed to buy at five o'clock this morning at the local gas station.

Which was only a pack of bacon, and a cheap loaf of bread.

"Remember this?" I asked, turning the notepad to him. He walked across the small kitchen, and rested between my legs, reading.

"December 26th, 1913. Of course. You got very drunk, and wrote this song," He said with a chuckle.

"You managed to fall down the stairs. I thought vampires were meant to be graceful," I teased, laughing.

He threw his head back in a loud laugh, a laugh I hadn't heard in many years. He tugged the notepad from my hands, and turned many pages. It was a magical notepad, that would never run out of pages.

Luckily.

"This is my favourite," He said with a smile, placing the notepad back in my hands, and I grinned.

My dearest Harry,
I love you with all my heart, more than I could love anyone else.
I will never leave again, this I promise you.
Carlisle.

Below the note Carlisle had written, was the song that he wrote for our wedding. I thought back to that night, the lies we told Esme, Rose and Edward, and our secret wedding. We then disappeared for about a month, just enjoying each other's company.

That was 1923, just before Emmett was turned, and two years before Alice and Jasper found us.

Over the years, Carlisle and I had written many songs and notes in the pad, but there was one that Ginny, James and I wrote, together, spending many years on it. I wrote the first verse when he was born, the day he and Ginny first came home from the hospital.

I wrote the second verse on his fourteenth birthday, as he wanted to go to the wizarding cinema with his friends, and Ginny really wanted to take him, playing taxi. He had almost thrown a tantrum about it, until she agreed to drop him off around the corner.

Ginny wrote the third verse, telling him to remember everything that was normal at home. She told him to remember Albus' favourite songs, remember what I sounded like when I came home. Remember his childhood room, and to remember everything.

The last verse was written by James himself, telling us how he felt about his first night in his first home. I had dropped him off with a hug and a kiss, and left him to get settled.

He wanted to kill me when I showed the entire song to Megan, his wife.

Carlisle brought me back to earth with a kiss, "And you weren't listening to a word I said, were you?"

I shook my head and he laughed, taking the notepad, and placing it next to me, allowing it to turn to a random page. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in for another kiss. He pulled my lower lip between his teeth, sucking slightly. As he released my lip, his tongue slid into my mouth, and our lips engaged in a battle, fighting for dominance.

Carlisle pulled away from me as I heard the fire flare, and I heard two pairs of feet, instead of one.

Bella and Alice. I turned my head to the doorway as they walked in, and Alice smiled brightly.

"I'm glad that you two have made up, but where on earth is this place?" Alice asked, obviously frustrated with not knowing. I looked at Carlisle, who shook his head.

"Not telling," I teased, getting off the counter. Carlisle moved to the side, picking up my notepad, and reading whatever was written on that page.

"Well, I'll figure it out!" She said determinedly, before moving to stand directly in front of me. She embraced me, and whispered in my ear, "You need to tell him."

It wasn't loud enough for Carlisle to hear it, as I had already dulled his senses to the rate of a human. He had moved to stand by Bella, showing her some of his favourite pages.

"You know I can't," I whispered back, before letting her go. She frowned slightly, but covered it up. Her golden eyes deceived her, and told me how angry she really was, now she knew about the tent. All my emotions came to the surface at the thought of the tent, and my mind filled with all the horrible visions that we saw.

An idea came to mind, and my fingers twitched, the need to play suddenly making itself known. Alice rolled her eyes, and grinned. She loved it when I played. I walked over to Carlisle, and took my notepad back, before leaving the kitchen.

"You're welcome to join me, Alice, But only-" Alice cut me off, finishing my sentence for me.

"If I'm quiet," She paused, thinking for a moment, "I know, but I'll skip this one. We'll be able to hear you from here, this time, anyway."

I nodded, and made my way down the long corridor, passing the stairs, and into my music room. I put the notepad on the glass table as I passed it, and sat at the piano, placing my fingers on the keys. I didn't concentrate very hard, I just let my emotions flow out of me, and my fingers made the music.

I didn't have any words for this piece, as you cannot describe emotions, you feel them.

As I played, I thought of many times in my past, especially back when I was in Hogwarts, when I felt like this, and so did many others.

The memories flowed through my mind, and a few phrases stuck as I played.

"I don't want to play anymore. All it does is make me care too much. The more you care, the more you have to lose."

Tears trickled down my face as the words I spoke so many years ago flowed through my mind.

I wasn't sure why, but the next words that came to mind belonged to Ron.

"Your parents are dead! You have no family!"

My anger at those words made me increase the tempo of the music, and I swallowed the sobs.

"He's the only family I've got left."

Pictures of Sirius' death flooded my mind, and the tears poured down my cheeks.

I felt Carlisle sit down next to me, and placed a hand on mine. I stopped playing, and he wrapped an arm around me, comforting me.

"I can't help you if you don't talk to me," He murmured, pressing a kiss to my hair.

"I know."