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Third person

"My god harry what happened?"Hermione upon seeing harry hurry into the tent with Alex in his arms she immediately stood from the bunk bed and helped him lay her down on it. The bit of color she had was completely drained, even her lips were white.

Earlier that morning she and harry had set out under the clock of invisibility to look for something to eat. The last thing they'd expected was to be met with Dementors in the town. Alex didn't see it coming and the encounter seemed to have taken a rather severe toll on her. Though she was awake her eyes seemed empty as if her mind wasn't there with the rest.

"Dementors, in town"

"My goodness" Hermione kneeled by the bed and gently shook her to try and wake her from her stupor gradually she seemed to come back to her senses. She blinked a couple of times and ran a hand trough her tangled hair only to realize she had broken out into cold sweat.

"Sorry" she mumbled and slowly sat up. "They really got to me hard this time, I don't know why"

Harry knew why, out of the four she was the most tortured of them all.

Their meal that day was a pitiful one, Alex vaguely wondered for how long they'd all be able to go on in such way.

Alex's P.O.V

A few nights after that horrible encounter with the Dementors I was awakened by the cold of the night. Though there was a fire still burning it didn't seem to have an effect on me. I lay on my bunk for a while until I heard a small sound come from outside. It was so quiet for a moment I thought I had imagined it until I hear it again. It was the sound of something hitting against the ground, a rock perhaps. As quietly as I could I reached for my wand and stood from the bed.

It was then that I realized that Ron was missing from his bed. A small wave of relief passed through me as I made my way out the tent. He sat beside the entrance, just as I'd thought the sound was of rocks hitting the ground.

"Ron?" his head whipped around to look at me. He seemed tired and in a rather ill mood. He probably couldn't sleep either. "You okay?"

"Fine" he mumbled and looked back to the ground.

"Doesn't sound like you are fine"

"Go back to sleep"

"Don't feel like it" I moved over to take a seat next to him. Once on the ground it came to my attention he was still wearing the locket.

"Bad dreams?" he looked at me and I gestured to the locket hanging from his neck.

"Yeah something like that"

"Here" I reached to him and took the chain from around his neck and put the cold chain around my own neck. "Better?"

"Loads, thanks"

"It's fine." An awkward silence fell around us and I looked to the sky to seek some sort of conversation. To be honest I'd grown quite fond of the night sky in the forest. I seemed to find some tranquility in it.

"Pretty stars" I commented.

"Guess so"

Finally tired of our short sentences I turned to look at him. "What's got you thinking so deeply?" he looked at me for a moment before sighing and rubbing his eyes.

"I'm frustrated! I don't know anything from my family and we have not been making any kind of progress nor does it seem like we will anytime soon. I mean for how long are we going to go on like this?"

I pursed my lips and brought my knees to my chest and my arms around me legs. "Hard to say. Who knows what's going to happen in a month or in a week, hell, who knows what's going to happened tomorrow. I sure don't know and harry and Hermione don't seem to know either."

"What are they always talking about anyway?" and in his tone of voice I sensed the real reason for his bad mood.

"Dunno…to tell ya the truth sometimes I simply don't pay attention."

"Yeah we've all noticed it."

"I s'pose they're just trying to see where the next horcrux could be…it's all we ever really talk about anyways."

"That's the problem, they just talk and talk but we never actually do anything. Are they mental? How do they expect to get on with this if we never do anything?"

"Well what do you want us to do? What can we do Ron? You tell me"

"Well I suppose we could just visit those places where they could be in."

"Well maybe you should volunteer that opinion tomorrow instead of keeping it to yourself. Don't expect us to do all the work Ron"

"Well what the bloody hell can I do? Those two are always going around keeping to themselves and-"

"Hold on…something tells me you're not annoyed because we haven't really taken any action. This is something entirely different isn't it?"

Even in the night I could see how he turned a few shades red. I suppose he couldn't figure out what to respond because he immediately got up and walked into the tent.

"Yeah I didn't think that was it" I said to myself. Minutes later everything was quiet once more, a deep sigh went through me and I looked down at the locket hanging from my neck. None of us particularly enjoyed wearing it. It somehow didn't feel right I felt like my body was considerably heavier every time it was my turn to use it. It usually affected me rather sooner than the others and often I would find myself as far away from them too keep from storming on them. Suddenly I could not wait for the morning to come. I wanted to get it off me as soon as possible and go to sleep. I didn't want to think of the horrible nightmares that awaited me if I dared to sleep with this cursed thing on.

I couldn't quite remember how long it had been since Ron stormed off and left. But it had been for some weeks now…with him gone we hardly ever spoke amongst ourselves. I suppose there was some truth to what he said. we had nothing to go along with anymore. There was nothing at all…we had nothing and we were all alone in this.

So many emotions arose with this problem: fear, anger, disappointment, desolation, anxiety…and I often found myself desperately wishing to claw at my very flesh and reach to my soul and mangle it until I was devoid of all feeling. Such thoughts scared me for it made me compare myself to Voldemort but it was also hard for me to ignore them.

Ron's departure had caused so much tension between the three us that I found it difficult to be in their presence…to be part of their silence. But I was there curled up on my bed, some weeks after he'd left, that I heard Hermione and harry discussing a trip to Godrics hollow. I knew harry had been playing around with the idea for some time. And on the times when we discussed it I agreed that since there wasn't anything we were doing then we might as well…visit.

"What do you think Alex?" Hermione called. I turned away from then canvas of the tent and stared them.

"I think-" my voice felt unusually rough, it made me wonder how long it'd been since I had talked. "It's a good idea, we might be pleasantly surprised"

As soon as I said this I wondered what could be so pleasant about visiting the town where harry's and my life had been destroyed? I know that harry was interested because of Dumbledore's connection to the place…quite frankly I wasn't as disturbed as harry had been about not knowing Dumbledore's private life. Why go back to a painful past? Really Dumbledore had always been preparing us for this there was no time to ever really talk about anything else, although I wish it hadn't been this way. I do believe I tried to understand him more than harry did…in the end it really didn't matter, he was gone now and we had a task to finish…

December 24

Disguised as an elderly couple and their granddaughter, harry Hermione and I had dissaparated as concealed as we could be under the invisibility cloak. Soon upon arriving we had come to find out that it was Christmas Eve.

If I was being truthful to myself I don't know what I was expecting when we arrived to Godrics hollow. I dint know what we would see other than our parents graves. So the statue in our memory had come as a real shocker. But it was the graves that destroyed the calm façade I had been struggling to keep up.

"Alex, harry…I- I found them" Hermione's quiet and tentative voice chilled me in a way that the snow couldn't. I turned and caught harry's eyes on me from a few grave stones away. I shakily made my way to where Hermione was, nearly all the way at the back of the graveyard.

Since the day we decided we would come here I wondered what it would be like…seeing their graves. Now standing before them I felt like the entire town could hear the erratic beating of my heart. My body felt so heavy I had to get support from Hermione. The knot at my throat was so tight I had trouble breathing and my eyes got watery making the names upon the white marble impossible to read, although I had already taken a moment to read the inscriptions. My parents lay six feet below me… being here, so close to them made them seem just a bit more real. I mean sure I knew that they had been real but they always seemed like part of a dream to me; not any longer.

Suddenly reality crashed on to me and for the first time in my life I felt the loss of my parents.

Growing up I had always dreamed of what my parents had been like. I suppose I had always somehow felt the loss of them but in a considerably more subtle way than now. Maybe I had always felt this loss without noticing it, but now seeing their graves…everything I lost seemed much more real and the loss of it brought an immense pain to my chest and stomach and deep into my spirit.

How many lives I would have left untouched if Voldemort had never ruined my life. How many people would still live to this day… Sirius would have never gone to Azkaban or died…my parents would still live, cedric would have been out of Hogwarts by now…I would have never even disturbed the Cullen's with my presence. Then again what if Voldemort hadn't vanished for so many years? The world would be a much different place now; people would lose hope and faith.

But it would do me no good to think of what if's I had to focus on what was happening now…

The contrast between my cold skin and my warm tears seemed to burn my cheeks. It occurred to me that since that last time I was in forks I had not cried one bit. Maybe after all these sad years I had finally ran out of tears to spill. I feared that soon I would lose all emotion and finally become dead on the inside. I couldn't let myself fall right now, not for myself but for all those that had faith on harry and I. once I did what I had to do in this place then I could crumble and become dust for all I cared, but it wasn't the moment for that.

I backed away from the grave not being able to endure it any longer and waited until they were ready to leave.

A small noise caught my attention and I looked in the direction of which it came.

"Did you hear that?" I quietly asked.

"Hear what?" Hermione's response was quick and anxious.

"I heard…footsteps" I had clearly heard the rustling of the snow…but there was nothing to be seen there.

"Are you sure?"

My eyes didn't leave the spot from where it the sound had came "positive…"

"I don't see anything" I could feel his eyes on me.

"I'm not imagining it" I defended, but I began to doubt myself. Could Voldemort really be awaiting us here? In Godrics hollow?

"Let's go then" Hermione said looking at our surroundings and then moving towards the exit of the graveyard. I trailed behind them and looked to the grave once more…Hermione must have put those flowers there.

It's still here? Harry's awe in his mental voice took me by surprise. I followed his line of sight, what I saw rendered me speechless. This is more than I had expected to see in this place. The house-though half of it was in ruins- still stood here. I suppose the effects of the enchantments had disappeared long ago. To think that I was just feet away from the place where everything was taken from harry and I raised Goosebumps in my skin and filled me with mixed emotions. Nostalgia, anger, sadness…

"Harry look" he and I both turned and saw Hermione pointing in the distance. A woman stood in the snow looking at us intently. She was clearly old with a hunched back and folded skin. The small think body was wrapped in a thick coat, her grey hair was wild around her face…she looked rather gaunt to me, very sickly. Could this possibly be the woman we were looking for?

"I think she's the one I heard" I whispered to them. "She was probably following us."

"Are you bathilda?" harry called, the old woman didn't speak but she nodded, never taking her eyes off of ours…or…or blinking. Harry turned to look at Hermione and I, he seemed rather excited but his voice was calm and controlled. "I think we should follow her" he said.

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked.

"Dumbledore might have left something with her for us"

I looked at the woman as harry spoke. She stared rather intently at us. "I don't know harry" instinctively I moved closer to him and took him by the arm. "There's something odd about her."

"Come on there's three of us and one of her and I don't think she's very fast. What's the worse that can happen?"

I tried to think of a reason, but she did seem rather…senior-like.

"Well…okay I- I guess we won't lose anything" he smiled encouragingly and began to walk. I took his arm and held it as we walked to her with Hermione next to us.

We should have known it was all a trap.

Edward's P.O.V

It was a serene day for me I sat around my family and listened to their quiet conversations but didn't join in. I'd been at ease for the past few weeks. Some days were better than others but my emotions were all over the place and calm as I was anything could set me off.

"Hey" from my peripheral view I could see Bella take a seat beside me. "Feeling okay?"

I only nodded and looked out into the dark. We'd moved further into Alaska, a place that was experiencing a long days of darkness. No sun whatsoever and this place was perfect for us especially in these times.

"Do you want to go out? You seem bored." I took notice of her hand on my knee and slowly I moved my leg from her grasp.

Yes I'd been bored for the greater part of my life. And in days I wondered what I was still doing here. There was something, whatever it was it was not present in this house, but something was holding me back from doing the final act that would end with me.

"No thank you" I murmured. I'd developed such an aversion to her. I knew she wasn't the one at fault. But as the days passed I found myself losing my tolerance; Becoming angry at her advances. Was it so hard for her to leave me alone? I made it clear on more than one occasion that there was nothing. That while I felt tender love for her I could not extend that feeling into one that would allow us to have some sort of relationship that was not friendship. I don't think she was willing to accept this because she hadn't given up.

And I realized with a dull ache that if she kept this up for any longer I would soon lose all emotion for this girl that was once my whole world. I couldn't understand how this could have possibly happened. I who was always so sure that my love for her would be eternal, what went wrong? When did my love for her vanish? I know she wondered the same. And she suffered for it, but saying sorry now was pointless.

So why didn't I leave? Why didn't I leave this poor girl in peace with my family and remove myself from her life? Surely she would heal faster if I was gone…so why was I not packing my bags this instant and leaving? What was tying me to this place?

Was it simply my love and my attachment to my family that kept me here? The idea was feasible, but I something within me screamed that that was not the reason. I loved them, they are all I had but they weren't the ones keeping me here. It was something else…no... It was someone else…

What happened in the last two years of my life!

"Edward?" I hardly registered jaspers concerned voice. A sudden fear had overtaken me, a fear that immersed itself deep into my bones, so deep it almost felt like I was being mortally wounded.

Through my sudden hyperventilating I was able to let some words escape my mouth. "She's in danger! Someone's in danger!"

The fear wasn't directed at me, or anyone else in this house, it was for someone else, I feared for the life of someone else!

"Edward what are you talking about!" both were at either side of me holding my arms as if trying to keep me together.

I looked around wildly, the danger was not here. But there was someone that was in grave trouble I just knew it. "Someone's in danger" I caught myself whispering and I looked around everyone's eyes on me demonstrated fear; their minds were fearful, fearful for me.

And I asked myself the same thing everyone was asking themselves. Could a vampire lose their sanity?

"Edward, honey are you feeling okay?"

No I was not feeling okay I still felt this fear but I was useless. I was at loss as to what I was supposed to do about it.

"I-I- it's hard to explain" Esme stared intently and watched as I came to rest my hand upon my dead heart and clench my fists around my button up shirt. "I just I can feel it. I can feel it"

"What Edward?" Carlisle cut in, "what can you feel?"

"Fear…danger" I shook my head, but the feelings didn't let me clear my thoughts. "It's like someone's in danger…right now and I'm, I'm scared for whoever it is"

"But who?" Esme pressed.

"I don't know I don't know where this is coming from…it's just how I feel…"

"You said she" Bella added.

Why did I say she? Was it a female that was in trouble? Was there even anyone in trouble or was I imagining it?

No no I wasn't imagining it, I could be it felt too real.

"What's happening to me?"

Third person P.O.V

Edward's nerves were on edge for the rest of the day and he was convinced that there was someone out there that was in danger. But he heard his family thinking and he wondered whether he was really losing his mind. Was it even possible? They all worried for him and he worried for whoever was in trouble and he ached for that person. And then it dawned on him, this feeling was familiar he knew it so well from his experience with Bella. This pain was very similar to the pain he experienced in that ballet room where Bella so nearly lost her life.

Could he be in love? And if so…with who?

"His feelings throw me off" jasper spoke in a low voice despite the fact that Edward was far from hearing range. "He's depressed but…it's more than that"

"But there has to be a reason for this I mean he can't just be depressed just because…right?" Emmett looked away from the TV and turned to look at jasper in the eye.

"I don't understand it and I don't think he does either but for many months now Edwards been suffering heartache"

They all stared at him for a moment. Such a thing seemed very out of place, he had refuted Bella's approaches too much for them to still believe he loved her. But if he wasn't suffering of heartache for her then for who?

"Tell me everything he's felt" Carlisle said.

"He's lonely, in pain, he worries for reasons unknown to him…sometimes he feels angry but the anger is directed at someone not himself. Most of all he's confused but, I suppose we are all in the same state."

Everyone was quiet for a minute…forming their own assumptions about Edward.

"We won't know the reason behind Edwards's emotional problem until we can figure what happened in the past two years" Carlisle concluded.

"You think he was involved with someone?" Alice called from the foot of the stairs where she was sitting.

"I don't know…anything could have happened not only to him but to us too."

"He'll be here in five minutes" she informed, everyone quickly attended to their own business but they weren't able to hide from Edward that they talked behind his back. He could feel it and he could hear a couple of them.

"I want to go back to forks" those were the first words to come out of his mouth when he stepped into the house.

"For what?"

"I need to trace back my steps…maybe we missed something maybe that person went back. maybe I could find some sort of-of- of clue as to what happened to all of us and why I'm feeling like this…I'm not losing my mind…I'm sure of it." there was just a piece missing from the puzzle and he had to look for it.

"Edward we searched the entire town we searched school records hospital records we searched houses everything. We found nothing. We traced that scent and we were led to a dead end." Carlisle could understand Edwards reasoning but he doubted whether there would actually be anything left of that person there. "It's been five months by now any record of them- if there were any- are gone. The rain has washed away the scent completely by now. We won't find anything."

Edward wasn't completely convinced but he let the subject drop, he still needed to do some thinking.

They left

Once again they escaped when they were so very near their death.

How could it be! How could they have escaped him when they were very nearly in his hands?

He had to do something about this. He was very near to finding that which he had been after for the last months. And once he found it then harry and Alex potter would not ever escape him again.

He had to be careful, leaving nagini alone to wait for them had proven to be…most unwise.

"My lord they escaped?"

"Bring Draco to me."

Narcissa Malfoy looked at her husband questioningly

"Now!" bellowed the terrible man pacing in front of the window of the manor. Lucius nodded at her and she left down the hall.

"Your son has given me very valuable information Lucius. He has proven to be a very valuable servant…for now."

Footsteps were heard approaching the room. a thin pale boy with blond hair walked in through the hall promptly followed by his mother.

"My lord" his voice was hardly audible but Voldemort seemed to have no problem listening.

"Tell me what you know and what you have seen of the boy. The one you saw the potter girl with."

What is his interest with him? it was a question that Draco would not dare ask.

"I've only ever seen him twice…last summer"

"And what did he look like?"

"He seemed…unfamiliar with everything around him."

"Physically?"

Draco thought about a way to describe the strange male.

"Inhuman, perfect…pale like a corpse."

"His eyes- what color were they?"

"I-I can't remember…it was an odd color rather unnatural looking but I can't remember," he looked at him apologetically and fearful.

"Would you say he attracted attention?"

"Definitely especially the female attention. He went to see her off at the platform nine and three quarters. They didn't exactly hide that they were together."

"My lord" Malfoy spoke before Voldemort could speak." I think I do recall seeing a young man beside her as well. In fact…I saw him elsewhere"

He struggled to remember…it had been a tumultuous day, yes, yes that was it.

"Two years ago…at the ministry"

Bellatrix who had been staring at everything before her unravel stood up with wide eyes.

"Yes…yes, yes, yes" she walked back and forth thinking…remembering.

"He never used a wand! My lord I remember the boy!"

The ministry? Then surely he… and then it all came back to him.

He was there; the boy had been there with her as he took over her body. Yes he could remember him quite clearly now.

This was no boy. No, no, no this was a man. He saw it in his eyes and he was no normal human surely he couldn't be…or could he?

"Does any of you recall seeing, a wand in his hand" his words were low and clear.

They all looked at each other trying to remember.

"No" Lucius spoke. "He fought with no wand. But his speed and strength were…astonishing."

Then…it is true…they are real.

Without a single word he was gone.

"Is she waking up?" the voices were very distant. "Alex can you hear me?"

She wanted to answer but found herself unable to; she had been violently trembling for a while. She was cold, she was freezing, and her head was going to explode.

"Her temperature just won't go," Hermione nearly cried. "Harry do you realize any normal person would be dead by now if they had the temperature she does?"

"Was it the venom?"

"I don't know the snake bit her badly."

"aa-a-ry" she managed to get out.

"She's awake!" she could hear them hurrying over to her side. The hand that took her was cold as ice.

"e-e-ew-ar"

"What?" harry called, the hand shook her slightly.

"w-aaard" her teeth were chattering "ee-ewar"

"I think she's calling Edward," Hermione's said in a quiet voice. A cold hand pressed her forehead in a comforting manner.

"Shh, Alex. He's not here."

What! Where is he!

She struggled to open her eyes ad when they finally did open everything was hazy, even her brothers face which was the closest thing to her.

Her fever prevented her from talking for the entire day. Like the day before she had been unconscious for the most part ad her fever left for short instances.

The next morning before the sun rose she awoke. Her fever was gone and she was too weak to get out of her bed. Hermione had fallen asleep on a chair beside her and seemed rather uncomfortable due to her awkward positioning. She raised a weak arm towards her and tried to shake her awake but her sleep was too deep. She heard the quiet shuffling of snow and was momentarily frightened, until she saw harry come in through the opening of the tent. They looked at each other for the slightest of moments before he went over to wake Hermione.

"How long have I been out?" her voice was hoarse.

"Two days. You awoke now and then but for the most part you have been disoriented."

She could not remember having woken not once.

"What happened? How did we get out?"

"Hermione saved us. I don't know what would have happened if she hadn't arrived at the right moment."

Alex's P.O.V

"Harry…I'm never going to trust your instincts again" he smiled at me in an apologetic manner. "Did we at least gain anything out of this event?"

"Well…" he reached to the floor and handed me a book.

"And why the bloody hell would I wasn't to read anything Rita skeeter has to say about Dumbledore? That's almost as bad as the snake's venom."

"Well read this," he opened the book and handed it to me on the page he wanted me to read. I must say I didn't quite have a response for him once I was done. I mean…I understood how harry felt, or at least I tried to understand. But I mean could we really judge him? He'd had a hard life thanks to muggles, and were we really going to judge him based on ideas he carried when he was seventeen?

"Were seventeen too but you don't see us wanting to make muggles our slaves do you?"

"Yeah harry but who said everyone reacts the same to a tragedy? He was different from us he reacted differently okay but you can clearly see that he changed the beliefs he had in this letter."

"That's what I have been telling him but he refuses to listen." the bed sunk next to me as Hermione took a seat and glanced at the open book in my hands.

"Harry this was his best friend, or at least they shared many ideas and got along and Dumbledore ended up defeating and imprisoning him and then he devoted his life to protecting muggles. Does that not tell you that he had a change of heart?"

He was quiet for some time. "I suppose so but I would have liked to know. Why did he never tell us any of this?"

"Maybe because he never saw it as something essential to our survival when the time to be on our own came. In case you haven't noticed we never exactly went up there to have a cup of tea. He was preparing us for the future. Recalling his tale of woe would have done nothing in our favor."

"But still…I felt so close to him." now he's just a stranger.

"The boy you see in this book is a stranger harry, not the man you knew." He said no more. I tried to get up from the bed but found this an impossibility. The two continuous day of high fever had clearly weakened me. Hermione helped me to walk around and change but I was not of much use for the whole day. I slept a lot; Hermione said that it was understandable. My body was weak and needed to gain energy, it didn't make me feel any better.

That night just before harry walked out to guard the tent I called him over to my bunk.

"You don't have a wand right?"

"Well not a working one at least." he seemed annoyed by the fact that I had reminded him about that.

Here I reached over to my bag and pulled out cedrics wand.

"I guess its necessary we all have a wand so…take it…but take care of it."

Harry had a small smile and he reached to me and kissed my forehead. "I'll take care of it, I promise, thank you. Do you think it will work?"

"Try it."

The wand worked decently, it probably wasn't reaching its full potential with harry but that was understandable. He wasn't the rightful owner of it but it would do for now.

I had a very fitful sleep that night. The nightmares came in and out of my head shifting from one nightmare to the next.

The woods were dark but I knew my way around them. I ran and I ran from something unknown to me. But I knew if it were to reach me I would surely die. The more I ran the harder it became, as if I were sunning on sand. I was ready to explode from fear on the inside.

"ALEX!" I ran to the voice I had not heard in months. It called to me in panic and it kept screaming my name over and over. The shadows that followed were closing in on me faster and faster. The more I struggled to run the slower I became.

"ALEX!" I could see him now. Waiting at a distance urging me to him. I was getting closer and so were the shadows. If I could just reach him then all would surely be well.

I was closer! I could almost smell him. From behind me a sudden coldness hit me.

So close…

His hand was extended to me. "ALEX!"

Our hands connected just as the shadows took hold of my body. I gripped his hand so the darkness would not swallow me. But this was not a hand I recognized. This was a cold hand, unkind and cruel. Its hold was not one that brought me comfort but rather one that brought me pain. I looked up Edward looked at me through slit eyes. He smiled and exposed a set of sharp white teeth the laugh that came through that mouth chilled me to the bone.

The darkness pulled me and choked me. Its hold on me burned.

Fire! I was on fire!

"NO!" I collided with the floor and rolled trying to get rid of the fire centering on my chest. My skin there was on fire!

"Alex!"

"Fire! Fire!" a pair of arms grabbed me and tried to stop me from moving. "It burns! It's burning me!"

And then I couldn't move. My body was stiff as a board.

"What's going on?" Hermione screamed but I was paralyzed and unable to talk. "Harry? Where's harry!"

I realized I was not on fire. This sudden pain I was feeling was not mine.

Harry was in trouble.

My limbs became lose and I regained feeling of my body.

"Where's harry Alex?" She came close to me, her face inches from my own.

"I don't know! I don't know! He- he's in trouble, I can feel it"

She muttered something and ran out the tent. I followed in close after her. footsteps, his footsteps were hardly visible in the snow but we followed we ran for what seemed like ages until finally we saw him…him and Ron.

"Harry!" I ran to him where he lay on the floor soaking wet and shaking in what I knew to be fear. "Harry what happened!" I pulled down his shirt to where I had felt the burn on my chest and saw that his own was etched with the shape of the locket. This is why I had felt the burning sensation. "What did he do to you" I whispered.

"It-"he was panting "it tried to kill me, suffocate me"

"Why? What are you doing here?"

"And how did you find us?" Hermione snapped at Ron.

They explained everything and showed us the locket. It was rather unbelievable. Why would the sword of Gryffindor be here? In the least likely of places? And who had sent that doe?

"We ought to leave" I said after they had said everything and we had walked back to the tent. "Someone might know where here."

"But If it was someone trying to hurt us don't you think they would have already done so?" harry argued.

"It doesn't matter whether they're good or bad we can't have anyone knowing where we are. It could get to the ears of someone unwanted"

"She's right" Hermione agreed

"Yeah she is" Ron said. So that same night we collected our things and left.

I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. I felt stronger, and so I rose from the bed and went outside with harry who continued to guard the entrance.

` "what are you doing here?" harry reprimanded me. "You just recovered from a fever you can't be out in the cold!"

"I'll be fine harry. Besides you're not the one to say that, jumping in a lake full of iced water, what were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that that sword was the only thing that would help us destroy that horcrux"

"Who could have put that sword there?"

"I don't know…did you feel me?"

"Yes…your fear awoke me. I was terrified" I whispered the last sentence.

"Just three more Alex" I smiled at the tone in his voice. I think this accomplishment had given us all renewed hope.

"Just three more" I repeated. The stars were fading as the light of a new day replaced them. today I was not so miserable.

Bella's P.O.V

He knew. He knew someone was missing in his life. Little things seemed to remind him about something but he wasn't quite sure if it was real or not. I expected him to remember more and more as the days passed by.

I realized that trying to get him back was useless. Edward was no longer mine, he might now remember Alex but he could not forget his love for her. His heart was hers and she unknowingly ripped it out of him and took it with her, and now Edward suffered. If only there was a way I could bring her back I would do so, if it meant Edward would be happy. Every day he seemed worse he became more depressed more hopeless…more confused. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to remove the shield from around my mind and allow him to see my memories of her.

But then he would want to see her. What if she was dead? For all I knew Alex potter no longer belonged to this world. And if Edward were to find out…he would surely die. I couldn't risk that…I needed to know about her. I needed to know she lived before I made any decision on telling him and the rest about her. I had to find Frank.

"Is something troubling you Bella?" jasper walked into the lonely library of the house. Everyone else was occupied in their own business.

"As a matter of fact yes jasper. But I'm afraid I cannot go into details about it."

"Alice sees you leaving to forks"

Damn her.

"I need to be alone…I need some time to think I need a breath of fresh air. There's too much tension in this house…and I want to visit the cemetery over there."

"When will you be leaving?"

"Right now actually. The sooner the better"

His gaze was suspicious, but that was the thing about jasper, he didn't meddle.

"Well then have a good trip. Come back soon, Alice likes you're company."

"I won't be gone long; I don't wish to spend so much time alone again."

"Right."

I left and hour later after packing anything I would need and saying goodbye to everyone. The last person to say bye to was Edward.

"You're going to forks?"

"Yes" and I remembered he'd been wanting to go and investigate further over there.

"I'll go with you"

"I'd rather go alone if you don't mind. I need some time to myself."

"I won't bother you" he promised.

"Edward I think that the best right now is that you stay close to your family. You're not exactly emotionally stable."

"I can handle myself" his tone let of the slightest bit of irritation.

"I'm going alone, goodbye"

He seemed surprised by my curt tone. He searched my eyes for some time and I grew uncomfortable and unable to hold his gaze.

"What do you hide Bella?"

I was quick to connect my eyes back to his. "What?"

"you're hiding something, what?"'

"It's nothing to do with you Edward."

"Are you sure?"

"What are you implying?" he simply shrugged and shifted his sight to something behind me. "Some things, Edward, are better left unsaid."

With that I turned on my heel and left.

I hadn't expected to find the house. But I was sure that it was there where it used to be, but just hidden. So I left a note to frank on that seemingly empty space of land.

It was not until the next day that he arrived at the Cullen mansion in forks. I had been worried he would ignore it or that he no longer lived there. But that was not the case.

"Hello frank" I had never had direct contact with the man but I had seen him more than a few times. His expression was guarded and I supposed he didn't trust me as I had had so many problems with Alex.

"I thought Alex had made you all forget." He said

"She spared me upon my own request." He seemed rather tired, dark circles under his eyes made him seem a bit ill and unhealthy. "Won't you come in?"

He did so cautiously. Once settled in the living room we stared at each other for a moment. Both of us lost in our own thoughts. He was the first to break the silence.

"Where are the rest?"

"Alaska. They're having a hard time getting used to all this confusion. They fear someone is out to do them harm."

"They're safer this way."

"I suppose you're right. How's Alex?"

He pursed his lips and a distressed expression appeared. "Safe I hope…I haven't seen her since she left forks."

"You don't know where she's at?"

He shook his head and swallowed. "Last I heard from them was in September. They infiltrated the ministry of magic and got caught. By a stroke of luck the y were all able to escape. But only barely. Had they been trapped…would have been handed straight to…him."

"vo-"

"Don't say his name" he said sharply. "They will find us in a heartbeat if you say his name"

"What are you talking about?"

"The name is tabooed. Anyone that says it will automatically be found. Never say that name out loud."

I nodded in understanding. "Is that all you know from them?"

"Yes. Other than that it's like they don't even exist. No one knows anything. There are rumors but I know none of them are true…if they truly were dead, he would already have made it known to the world. He knows that their death would cause everyone to lose all hope. To everyone harry and Alex potter are our salvation."

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at me.

"May I ask what your interest in Alex is? I had it understood you weren't fond of her."

"She's grown on me I suppose. I understand that I can never be what she is to Edward. I can't take her place. And I admire her for her courage, for the sacrifices she has made, and for intense feelings she and Edward have for each other. She is in every sense of the word his match."

"Why do you say this?"

I sighed and stood from the couch and began to pace around the living room.

"She may have erased her face from his mind but the feelings are there. You can never erase love… I suppose it's a whole different type of magic. The feelings are there, and he's suffering from her absence in his life. Edwards…he's rotting on the inside. Every day it gets worse, and he doesn't even understand why. It's horrible to see him in so much pain. Sometimes, I think he can sense if she's in danger."

He sat up straighter suddenly deeply interested.

"Why do you say that?"

"A couple of days ago he, he just about lost his mind. He kept on saying someone was in danger and jasper says that Edward was clearly scared for that person, he was petrified. He clearly said that someone's life was in danger. He didn't know who it was. But he was very distressed about it. Sometimes he's just pacing back and forth as if waiting for something bad to happen."

"He's remembering," frank concluded.

"I believe so too. I want to tell him frank, I really do. I want to clear things up for all of them. But I'm scared that if something happens to her…if she were to die" frank looked away and shook his head. "I'm afraid it would kill him."

I walked to him and kneeled so that I was at level with his face. "I don't know what to do," I whispered.

"It's a hard decision Bella. It's a double sided knife. But I suggest that you not tell him. If he seems to be remembering then let it take its own course. If he is meant to know then he will find it out in due time. It's better they know nothing about us. They might be safer this way, at this point he will do anything to get to Alex and harry. It's good they've moved and that they can't remember. If he were to find out about their existence it would make his search for them more difficult."

"You really think this is what's best?"

"I do…give me your exact location. I want to keep an eye on them now and then. I know Alex would want me to keep them safe."

"Thank you for caring so much about my family," his heart was good. There were not enough people like him in this world and that really did touch me.

"Thank you thinking about Alex and Edward…they really are meant for each other."

"Yes…I know that. I accept that, but I still love him and I want what's best for him and if she's what's best for him…then so be it."

Edward had once told me that if Jacob was the one I loved then he would step aside and let me be happy. Because he loved me and he would do anything for me even if it hurt him. But now I was the one that had to step away.

"I said I would be back soon" I stood from where I was and he did the same. Please if you know anything about them tell me. I need to be informed, here's my number."

He took the paper I handed him and put it in his pant pocket. "I'll do as you ask…and, I know it's hard to see him like this but it is crucial you not tell him any of this."

I would trust him because he knew what we were all up against and I didn't. "I won't, I understand it could be dangerous."

He walked through the stone hallway of the underground palace. Finding them had been easier than he expected. It was just a matter of torturing the right people.

His followers walked beside him for even he, lord Voldemort, would not be able to control all vampires at once, at least not with the restricted power he had.

Soon I will have more than any wizard has ever dared to dream of, and then I will have them too at my sole command.

He was at an advantage. For he knew everything about them and they knew nothing. Finally he reached

"Excuse me you can't be down here," a stern voice said. He raised his hooded head and allowed the attractive muggle to see what was under the hood. The sight made her gasp and stumble back. A mere flick of his wand and a flash of green light and she lay on the floor with an expression of terror marked into her empty eyes.

Stepping over the woman he pushed open the large wooden doors and he and those behind him entered.

"Good afternoon," he spoke in his low stone cold voice.

The man sitting in the middle throne seemed perfectly calm while the rest tensed ready for a battle.

"The hostility is…unnecessary," he said when no one responded. No sooner were the words out of his mouth that one by one each vampire seemed to relax, a dazed expression settled upon them.

A scream was heard and a death eater fell to the floor writhing in excruciating pain.

It did not take him long to see the source. For all but one small vampire was under the influence of very strong dark magic.

A flick of his wand and the man's screams subsided and were replaced by her own screams. Jane dropped to the ground tasting the effects of her own power.

"I too can cause pain," he whispered when she stopped screaming.

"I have a very important job for all of you. It would be in your best interest to do as I command. Te prize of disobedience is…highly expensive."

Not a single vampire responded they all listened to their puppeteer.

"bring me the Cullen's, alive"

please review encourage me to get the next chapter out really soon. thanks a million to all my reviewers and just everyone thats reading this story and still following it after so much time. were nearing the end you guys!

-airali