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Hepzibah Smith had been quite the collector back in the day, until her untimely murder at the hands of her house elf Hokey. At least that's what the Daily Prophet had said at the time. It was rumoured, that the descendents of Helga Hufflepuff were of the Smith family and as such, Edward felt it important to look into them, if they were going to find her cup, then they needed to know when it left their ownership, he had no doubts having read back through the archives in the restricted section of the library that his assumptions of the family were correct, he just needed to piece together the true facts from what had been reported.

"Love?" Bella interrupted Edwards reading, the long desk in the restricted section of the library was scattered with parchments and papers.

"Hmm," he said distractedly.

"You've been here for hours love," Bella said running her hands through his already riotous hair.

"Sorry, I just keep hitting walls, the last known location for the cup was back in the 1950's with Hepzibah Smith, she was a collector of sorts, but looking at the family, they are a long line of descendants of Helga Hufflepuff, so it would be logical that the cup would be passed down," Edward said scrubbing his hands down his face.

"What happened to her?" Bella asked.

"Well, that's the thing, it doesn't ring true to me, according to the Daily Prophet of that time, she was poisoned by her house elf Hokey, after that, the location of the cup disappears.

"Hmm I can't believe for a minute that a house elf, one loyal to its house would kill its mistress," Bella muttered.

"Exactly, also there are numerous receipts recorded for Borgin and Burkes for various curios and magical items, yet there is no mention of the cup, but knowing them they would've given anything to take possession of such an item," Edward stated.

"I think you're right love, what of family, are there any remaining descendents?" Bella asked.

"She has a great nephew in Harry's year, Zacharias Smith and another branch list the Diggory family...Diggory, the name is familiar," Edward mused.

"Cedric Diggory died during the Tri Wizard tournament, the year before we came to Hogwarts; perhaps that is what's tugging at your memory?" Bella asked.

"No, as horrible as it sounds, it's a name I've heard before I knew anything about Hogwarts," Edward stated.

"Let's think on it love, how long ago is this from?" Bella asked.

"Umm, it's something to do with my mom, something she said when I was a child, ugh! I could curse how memories fade with the change," Edward grumbled.

"Ok, we can work with that love, come, take a break from this, we'll use the pensieve at home, see if we can figure it out," Bella said clasping Edwards hand.

"I just want to..." Edward started.

"I know, but you're going to drive yourself mad, so let's go home, and see what this memory will bring," Bella stated more firmly.

"OK," Edward sighed with defeat, "Ok, but I need to see this through," he stated.

"I know love, but it'll still be there later, you need to rest your mind, maybe have some Draconis, recharge a little," Bella replied leading him from the library and down the stairs to the large entry doors.

"Filthy half breeds, dirty creatures, watch your back Cullen, your time is coming," a mind stated, although there was no one to be seen. Edward growled alerting Bella to him having picked up something.

"Love?" she asked.

Edward shook his head and continued following her from the castle, "Malfoy again I think, just his usual threats."

"I really get the urge to obliviate the little snot sometimes, but then that would make me no better than him and his evil family," Bella grumbled.

Edward chuckled, "Oh love, good things come to those who wait, I know that it'll work out when the time comes."

"Perhaps, but doesn't mean I'll enjoy the wait," Bella replied.

They soon reached the gatehouse and entered the quiet cottage, everyone else appeared to be out working on their various tasks, the only member of the family home, was Rose who was ensconced in her workshop, elbow deep in broom designs, she had worked tirelessly to craft new Lightning Bolt brooms for the school and was now working on an upgrade for their own brooms, adding some sort of turbo enhancement that would enable them to go nearly four times the speed that they already attained. Bella moved to the study and lifted the pensieve from its base and floated it across the room enlarging it with the engorgio charm as it moved.

Edward watched still fascinated at the magical skills of his wife, a tired smile lacing his features, once the pensieve was in place he raised his wand to his temple and pulled the faded memory from his mind and flicked it into the large bowl.

"Ready?" Bella questioned, eyeing him carefully.

"Yeah...yeah let's do this," Edward replied stepping up to the pensieve and dipping his head into the bowl, he landed in his mothers' parlour; it looked like nothing had changed in the over 100 years since he had stepped into the room. Bella landed next to him taking in the ornate furnishings and the delicate tea service that sat on a low side table.

"Wow," she sighed.

"Yeah, mom spent many hours in here, visiting with the various ladies from our community, I used to sometimes sit right over there, when I was very young, and then as I got older, she would encourage me to play the piano for them," Edward said a dreamy air of remembrance in his tone.

As he spoke a medium height, thin woman in Edwardian dress entered the room, followed by a short stout maid, she paid the two vampires no mind, as she walked to a side table and sorted through various envelopes and arranged them in piles as to who they were intended for.

"Mistress, this one came just now," the maid stated handing over a thick cream envelope with beautiful cursive calligraphy on the front.

"Thank you Maleficent, perhaps some tea? And could you give Teddy a call, I'm sure he's done with his studies and I believe nanny is intent on going out this afternoon," Elizabeth stated.

"Of course mistress," the maid stated, bobbing and leaving the room swiftly.

Moments later a very young Edward walked into the room, dressed in light grey trousers and a white shirt and matching jacket, he must have been about 7 years old. "You wanted to see me mother?" he asked standing quietly just inside the door.

"Come dear, I've a letter from your Aunt Mathilda, news from England no doubt," Elizabeth stated kindly.

"Oh! I do hope that we can visit them some day!" young Edward stated.

"Me too dear, me too," Elizabeth replied. "Now let us see what she has to say."

"Dearest Sister,

I do so hope that all is well with you and dear Mr Masen, and young Edward I do so hope that he is thriving and learning all that he can. I have wonderful news dear heart, Mr Peter Diggory has asked father for my hand and we are to be wed three weeks this Thursday, June 18th 1908. Oh how I wish that you would have time to travel to attend this wondrous day, I just know that you would love Mr Diggory, he is loyal and kind, a true gentleman. I understand that Mr Masen is unaware of our nature, but would it be so bad that you tell him? If I could have one dream it would be to share my day with my only sister. Mr Diggory says that once we are wed, we will take a home in Ottery St Catchpole, oh you should see the town dear sister, it is idyllic and so very green. Mother is beside herself with preparations and visiting, she's still very much obsessed with uniting with the very best families, oh how she enjoys rubbing in my 'good fortune' with the ladies from her club, I heard her gloating that I had stolen Mr Diggory from right under the nose of Hepzibah Smith, she's obsessed with outdoing the Smiths, father just smiles and retires to his smoking room.

Oh my dear heart, I do so miss you, you're quiet candor would be so welcomed in this time of excitement, I shall write again, soon, Mother is calling me again, it's a surprise that I was left alone long enough to write this.

Warmest heartfelt regards,

Your sister

Mathilda Prewett soon to be Diggory."

"Oh how wonderful Teddy, Auntie is getting married!" Elizabeth said looking at her young son.

Young Edward beamed at his mother and clapped joyfully, he hadn't really grasped much of the letter, but he understood getting married well enough.

"Can we go Mother?" he asked sweetly.

"Oh my lovely boy, I wish that we could, but there just isn't the time for us to visit," Elizabeth said sadly.

Young Edward slumped frowning sadly. He'd met his Aunt Mathilda once when he was 5 when they visited England with Father who had some business for a client of his. She was a beautiful, happy young woman who had doted on the young boy and snuck him sweets when the adults weren't looking. He remembered she greatly favoured his mother in her appearance, with long bronze hair much the colour of his own and startling green eyes, he always felt that the adults were over restrained around his father, but never understood why.

The memory faded with the banging of the front door and Bella and Edward found themselves back in the study.

"Wow," they both muttered at the same time before looking at each other.

"Did you know your mother was a Prewett?" Bella asked.

"Subconsciously, but it never really made any difference to me," Edward replied.

Bella took his arm and lead him to sit on the overstuffed couch.

"Oh love, it matters, the Prewetts are a long line of wizards, thought whipped out, I believe Molly Weasley is the last of the line until you," Bella stated.

"Um ok," Edward responded.

"They're descended from Ignotius Peverell, thought to be one of the three brothers that owned the Deathly Hallows, the ones from Ness' book," Bella stated, "A very powerful family, hunted down by Dark wizards for the powers that they wield."

"I ah see... actually love you've lost me," Edward replied.

"How to say this in short terms...the Prewetts are revered in much the same way as Harry Potter," Bella stated.

"Oh, but how does this link to Hufflepuffs cup?" Edward asked.

"They were close friends with the Smith family, who are believed to be the descendents of Helga Hufflepuff, your Aunt was a friend of Hepzibah Smith, the very witch who was the last known holder of it," Bella replied.

"Ah, but what has this got to do with the Diggory family, other than my aunt marrying into them?" Edward asked.

"By my calculations Cedric would've been your third cousin on your mothers side, he was in Hufflepuff, it might be worth checking the family vaults," Bella offered.

"Of course if Voldermort killed Hepzibah Smith and not the house elf, then we'll not find it in my families vaults," Edward stated.

Bella sighed, he had a good point, the likelihood of the cup being in the possession of his human family is slim to none.

"Don't worry love, it was a good idea and at least I know that I didn't lose my whole family when I was changed," Edward stated hugging Bella close.

A knock on the door ended their discussion as Dumbledore stepped over the threshold. "Ah just the two people, I do hope I'm not interrupting," he said coyly.

"Not at all Albus, we were just following a lead from Edwards human memories," Bella replied.

"Oh do tell my dear, you have my curiosity piqued," Albus replied.

"Oh we were researching Helga Hufflepuff, the Smiths and I mentioned the Diggory's, it sparked a memory from Edwards human life, his Aunt married Peter Diggory," Bella answered.

"Now that makes perfect sense, I'm surprised I never saw it before, you're the spitting image of your grandfather, and young Cedric favoured your looks also, I should've guessed you were from the Prewett line," Dumbledore stated, "So your Aunt would've been Mathilda, wonderful witch, very kind and incredible with potions."

"We were wondering if the cup may have been given to the Prewetts for safe keeping, they were friends of Hepzibah Smith, but thinking on the story of her death, there's just something not quite right about it," Bella stated.

"You'd be right, I saw the memories of Hokey the house elf shortly before she died, the elf was forgetful , yet the memories of the poisoning seemed very much there and very forced, not fluid as if they were her own, I have no doubt that they were planted," Dumbledore offered.

The two vampires sighed; this is what they both had felt having read the reports from the Prophet archives.

"I guess we're back where we started," Edward sighed running his hand through his hair.

"Not necessarily, if Voldermort did in fact kill Miss Smith for the cup, then who would he trust above all others to keep it safe?" Dumbledore questioned.

"Really? You think she would have it?" Bella asked.

"It seems completely logical do you not think, if all avenues of who would've had it after Hepzibah are exhausted, the logic goes to who would have it if the House Elf was innocent, I think that is the most likely conclusion," Albus offered.

"Getting our hands on it just became so much more difficult," Edward groaned.

Bella patted his shoulder consolingly, "Anyhow Albus, you came for something other than our rambling over family ties," Bella started.

"Ah yes, I need for you to keep an eye on Harry, he's been doing a lot of wandering recently, especially at night, only stop him if what he's doing is dangerous, the boy has a lot of his father in him and unfortunately that often means trouble," Dumbledore said shaking his head lightly.

Edward smirked before agreeing; perhaps a break from this would do them good.

The moon was high in the sky as the boy approached the whomping willow, aiming his wand he uttered "Imobilus," at the stump, the Willow froze mid swing and the boy took the opportunity to signal into the cavernous tunnel beneath that the way was clear.

Bellatrix stepped from the tunnel, followed by Fenrir Greyback and number of other unnamed Death eaters, it seemed that despite the best of intentions they still found a way into the school.

"Good work Draco, I knew that you would find another way," she cooed to the young boy.

"Yes Aunt Bellatrix," he said sullenly before leading them up the slope to the greenhouse entrance to the school.

From the forest Bane and Firenze saw the intruders stealthily make their way to the school, they had told the vampires that with the right spell the Willow would be vulnerable, Firenze raised his bow and loosed an arrow towards the gatehouse, it whistled as it flew through the air, letting the patrol know that something was happening.

Edward and Bella were currently following Harry as he roamed the Astronomy tower; he'd already been to the library corridor, the prefects' bathroom and the divination room. "What do you suppose he's looking for?" Bella asked.

"No idea love, he seems to have no real direction..." Edward started but was interrupted by the sound of Firenze's arrow's whistle piercing the air. "Someone is here that shouldn't be," he stated crouching beside the large open window and sniffing the air.

By now Harry had reached the top of the tower, and was startled to find Dumbledore there staring up to the stars, "Harry my dear boy, what brings you out this night?" the elder wizard questioned.

"Oh, um sorry professor, I couldn't sleep and felt the urge to come here," Harry replied.

"I remember that feeling well, many a time I've found myself up here, not really knowing why," Dumbledore replied.

Bella and Edward remained hidden in the shadows as the two spoke, both listening as footsteps approached on the staircase leading up to the tower, Dumbledore soon caught on to the sound of others approaching and directed Harry to hide, Bella stepped from the shadows and pulled the surprised boy into the dark with her. Raising a finger to her lips she silenced him with one look. Edward pulled his wand from his coat as Albus thought to him.

They found another way in, do what you must Edward, but protect Harry at all costs.

Edward offered a curt nod to the wizard before stepping back into the dark as Draco appeared at the top of the stairs, followed by Bellatrix.

"Mr Malfoy, you really should be in bed," Dumbledore stated, turning to the death eaters who had created a semi-circle around him, "I'm not surprised by your appearance Bellatrix, but leave the boy out of this."

"Not really in a position to make demands Albus," she cackled, much to the glee of those with her.

"Greyback sniffed the air around them, before growling, "Come out vampire."

"Thought you'd never ask...wolf," Edward said stepping from the shadows and moving to Albus' side.

"Cullen," Bellatrix spat, "Where's that filthy niece of mine, I want to see her face when I kill you."

"That's not going to happen Bellatrix," Edward stated calmly.

"I wouldn't be so sure," She screeched.

"I would," Edward said lobbing a series of stunners at the group assembled, until the only ones standing were Bellatrix and Draco, "Well that was anti climatic," he muttered.

"Draco! Do it!" Bellatrix screeched.

"You're not a killer Draco," Dumbledore stated confidently, "Drop your wand and all can be fixed."

"I..I can't, he'll kill me if I don't, can't you see, the power is too strong, I cannot fight it," Draco cried, his arm shaking as he aimed his wand at Dumbledore.

"You'd have a child murder in the dark lords name?" Edward growled.

"It is the will of the Dark lord and when Dumbledore is gone..." Bellatrix growled.

"If he wants me dead, he should do it himself," Dumbledore interrupted, stepping towards Draco and placing his hand on the boys wand, "Enough son."

Tears spilled from the boys eyes as the elder wizard took his wand from him, he slumped in defeat.

"Foolish child!" Bellatrix screamed angrily, "Avada..." She began raising her wand at Dumbledore.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted a bolt of power shooting from his wand knocking the wand from Bellatrix hand as Edward stepped in front of her wand to block the shot on Dumbledore.

"No!" She shouted before running from the tower, only to be knocked from her feet by Bella who had leapt from her hidden corner, a band of ropes wound around the witch as Bella held her in a vice like grip.

Draco fell to his knees, tears and sobs pouring from him. Edward held Harry back as Dumbledore placed a hand on the foolish boy.

Moments later a clatter of feet was heard running up the stairs, Bella took the time to wind ropes around the stunned death eaters that lay about the tower. The Cullen's arrived first, followed by Remus and Moody and moments later Kingsley Shacklebolt and numerous Aurors appeared at the top of the landing.

"You called us Albus?" Kingsley asked.

"Indeed my friend, we appear to have some guests for you, I believe young Draco here will be able to offer information, although he may have been magically coerced into being here, be kind to the boy," Dumbledore replied.

Harry grumbled under his breath, while stealthily gathering Bellatrix wand. The Aurors gathered the Death eaters and turned to leave the tower, Bellatrix continued to scream and shout, until Bella fed up with her mad Aunts screeching clocked her on the chin, affectively knocking her out.

"That felt good, wish I'd done that ages ago," Bella said with a smirk.

"It's late and you should be in bed Harry, we'll discuss this in the morning," Dumbledore stated.

The excitement had left him feeling quite tired and in need of a good strong cup of tea.