Harry's head turned toward the direction of Carlisle's office as he heard the phone ring. He had just gotten out of the shower with Edward and was drying his hair. He then darted with vampire speed toward the office and grabbed the phone before the second ring. "Hello," He heard the recording asking him if he would accept the charge for the long-distance phone call. "Yes, I do accept." Then the line clicked, and he heard Hermione's voice.

"Harry?"

"Hermione." He replied and smiled, moving to rest against Carlisle's desk. "You all right?"

He could hear Hermione's head swishing and imagine the massive curls swaying. "We're good. Bill and Fleur were happy to hear that you're okay. They managed to pass on the message through the order. We didn't tell them where you are, in case."

"That's good," Harry replied and looked up to see Edward approach him. He sent an image of Hermione and Ron to him and saw comprehension on his face. "Hermione, I know where the remaining Horcruxes are."

"What!? That fast? I mean, we've been on the run for nearly a year and gotten nowhere, and now you figure it out in like… two days?" Hermione asked, astounded.

Harry laughed softly. "I know it's strange. But I was able to really think about it and go through what I remembered. Edward, he helped too."

"Who is this Edward person?" He heard Ron ask.

"He's a friend," Harry said mysteriously. Edward rolled his eyes and nudged his shoulder against Harry's. "He's the one that helped me. I'll tell you more about him when we get together again. About the Horcruxes, the diadem is at Hogwarts." He then heard the explosion of surprises from Hermione and Ron on the other end of the line. "We'll get to it when I come back. I know exactly where it is. It's safe for now."

"And the other one… Hufflepuff's Cup?" Hermione asked.

"That one is tricky. I think," Harry empathized the last word, "I know where it is. But I have to find out. I might be able to today. But I need to know, how would the goblins at the Gringotts react if they knew there's a Horcrux in a vault?"

Hermione gasped, and Ron sputtered on the other end. Finally, Hermione replied, "Very badly, I believe. It's a very dark art spell, and they do not allow anything dangerous in the vaults. I read up about that. It's illegal, and they would destroy it, and perhaps, seize the vault that it is harbored in. Harry, whose vault do you think it is in?"

Harry bit his lips. "I think Lestrange's. Bellatrix Lestrange is very close to Voldemort." He heard Ron shout indignantly and closed his eyes in exasperation. It was the word that had gotten him nearly killed in the first place. He fleetingly realized he had been using the name since he was in America, and nothing happened. He wondered about that. "Alright, alright. You get what I mean."

"So, how are you going to find out?" Hermione asked as Harry heard what sounded like repeated smacking and assumed she was smacking Ron, trying to get him to shut up. He could imagine it in his mind, knowing his friends too well. He heard Edward chuckle beside him.

"I'm going to see if I can find something like Diagon Alley here. There has to be one in Seattle. If there is, Gringotts' bound to be there too."

Hermione squealed. "Hold on!" He listened and heard her telling Ron, "Grab my bag! Accio Magical Communities Book!" and a faint smack of the book hitting her h, and. Then there was the rustling of papers, and finally, Hermione said, "There is one in Seattle! It's called Seattle Magical District. Hmm…" She murmured to herself before speaking again, "One of the entrances is in Downtown by the harbor… near… Pike's Market?"

Edward's eyes widened. "I know where that is. It's a busy place."

"Is that Edward?" Hermione asked, having heard him for the first time.

"Yes. He's going to take me to Seattle today, and we'll find the place."

"Harry, is he muggle?"

Harry glanced over to Edward and saw him shrug his shoulders. "You can say that. I'll tell you when I get back."

He could hear the hesitant tone in Hermione's voice, "Alright." He knew she was dying to know. "Well, we found out that Luna, Dean, Mr. Ollivander, and Griphook are at the Malfoy Manor. We're trying to figure out if we can save them." Harry became still and went silent. He remembered Xenophilius Lovegood mentioned about Death Eater taking Luna Lovegood. He considered her one of his closest friends. "Harry? Harry? Are you there?" Hermione started to sound frantic.

He blinked and said, "Yes. I'm still here. I was thinking about Luna. Don't go to the Malfoy Manor. Find a way…" He blinked as he recalled a house-elf. "Would a house-elf, even after they're freed, be able to get in?"

Hermione gasped. "Dobby! I think so… He's at Hogwarts."

"If you call him, he might answer. You're Harry's Miss Hermy to him." He smiled as he heard Hermione laugh. "Alright, be careful. Promise me you and Ron will not storm Malfoy Manor."

"We promise!" Hermione and Ron replied.

"Alright, Edward's family is getting back now. So call me back tomorrow, and I'll let you know if I have any luck on my end here."

"Bye!" Hermione said, and Ron supplied, "Take care, mate!" before the line went dead.

"House-elf?" Edward asked.

Harry groaned. "I'll let you look in my memory later. They're a strange bunch of creatures, sometimes helpful but not always, especially Dobby's case." He laughed to himself, grasping Edward around the waist, and rested his head on his shoulder. "We're getting somewhere now."

They heard the front door open, and chatters from the others floated up to them. They went down and met with the rest of the family.

Alice grinned at Edward and poked him in the cheek. "Had a good night?"

Edward batted her finger away. "Not that it is any of your business! But thank you for giving us an empty house."

Jasper grasped Alice around the waist, pulling her away from Edward. "Alice, now. You know he had a hard time keeping from hearing us in his head."

Alice rolled her eyes, "Well, I have a hard time seeing certain things in the future. Edward, you better pay for that vase you broke." She twirled out of Jasper's arm and flittered up the stairs.

Edward groused under his breath. "I will."

Harry would've been beet red if he still had blood in his body. He knew what Alice had referred to. At one point during the night, they were being too rough and knocked a giant vase that was outside Edward's door. "Oh, gods… how can you live with that?"

Rosalie laughed and ruffled Harry's hair, messing it up more. "You get used to it. There's zero privacy in this house." She then gestured to Edward. "He hears all of our thoughts. Even the dirtiest one., and we hear everything in the house." Harry buried his face into his h, and.

Emmett gave a booming laugh, and grabbed Edward's head in a headlock, and mussed his hair. "We'd think you and Harry would take a longer time."

Edward twisted himself free from Emmett's arm and smoothed his hair back. "Right." He saw Harry's questioning look. "When he and Rosalie first got together, it took us nearly a decade to be able to tolerate being around them." He ducked as Emmett lunged at him and laughed.

Rosalie flipped her hair over, more in annoyance. "You both are sickly sweet, and it's almost as bad." She then winked at Harry.

Esme and Carlisle looked on with a smile on their face. They were happy to see Edward happy and content, very much in love with the new vampire. They had discussed during their hunt the night before, feeling that they had gained a son. They watched on in amusement as the others teased and jabbed at one another, Edward and Emmett getting into another round of wrestling. Harry sided up with Jasper, whispering about some bets.

Carlisle clapped his hands, getting their attention, and gestured to the door, "Alice told us that you both are heading to Seattle. We're going to join too. Esme and I wanted to check out a couple of stores there."

Rosalie nodded as she took her purse from Alice, who returned from upstairs with purses, sunglasses, and shawl covering her head. "Emmett and I are going to look at some camping equipment, and he wants some part for his jeep."

Alice bounced to the door and turned, adding, "Jasper, and I will meet with Mr. Jenkins for you, Edward. You and Harry go to this…" She wiggled her fingers. "Magic place, and do what you need to do. Oh," She blinked, and smiled, "Harry, please be a dear, and buy a box of blood-pop?"

Harry laughed and nodded. "Sure. I'll get some." He walked out of the door and stepped into the sunlight. He stopped and stared at his hand.

Alice grinned, peering out of the door, and followed. Everyone moved to the front desk and watched as Harry looked thoroughly confused and turned to them.

"We sparkle?" Harry was gobsmacked. He stared at his h, and. His home and drawl were particularly strong. "Bloody hell, Edward! We're bloody fae!" He turned to his lover, who looked thoroughly amused, standing on the deck.

Alice doubled over in laugher. Rosalie looked half-amused and half exasperated. Jasper grinned, and Emmett slapped Jasper's arm and held out an open palm. Jasper pulled out his wallet, and counted few bills, and slipped them to Emmett. Edward gave them a side-eye. He knew they had some bets going on about Harry, and one of them was his reaction toward sparkling under the sunlight. It had been overcast and raining since Harry had turned. The weather had turned out better for the first time since then.

Edward sauntered down to stand beside Harry, sparkling under the sunlight too. "That's one thing about us. We do sparkles."

Harry looked aghast. "But sparkles? Bloody hell! It was never mentioned in the books!"

Carlisle chortled, more amused about Harry's heavy British drawl than anything. "That's why we chose to live here of all place; it's cloudy most of the time here."

Harry sighed in exasperation and waved his h, and in the air in a precise movement. "There. Just in case the sky decided to open up, and the sun comes down."

Edward noticed Harry stopped sparkling even he was still in the spot of sunlight. He looked his h, and, and saw he wasn't glittering anymore too. "What did you do?"

Rosalie jumped down from the porch and went to stand beside Harry, looking down at her exposed arms. "We're not sparkling anymore!"

Harry smirked and crossed his arms against Edward. "Simple glamour charms. You all have it on yourself, and it will last until sundown. I can't keep it up forever, but it's useful sometimes."

Alice grinned. "That's why I saw that we were going to Seattle today. It's sunny today."

Esme gasped, "Alice! You didn't mention that!"

"What's fun in that?" Alice retorted and flounced toward the silver Volvo like a pixie she appears to be. "Come on! Let's go shopping!"

Harry's eyebrow rose, "Right, Seattle Magic District. Here we come." He turned to Alice, "Did you happen to see where it exactly is?"

Alice shook her head and pointed a finger at Harry. "You'll know when you see it." She grinned and slipped into the back seat. Jasper followed her in.

Edward shook his head in amusement at his sister and went to the driver's side of the Volvo. He gestured to the passenger side for Harry to get in. Carlisle and Esme went to the black Mercedes 55mg, followed by Rosalie and Emmett. Both cars peeled out of the driveway and toward the big city across the Puget Sound.

"Have you ever been in a car before?" Alice asked as she leaned to see Harry in the front seat.

Harry laughed and heard Edward chuckle under his breath. He turned to Alice and nodded. "Not like this fancy one, but yes. My aunt and uncle are muggles, and they have this boring station wagon. But my best friend's father has this old Ford Anglia that he charmed to fly and become invisible. Well," Harry pursed his lips as he recalled what happened to the car. "It's running around the Forbidden Forest on its own now."

Jasper looked horrified, "What? The car's sentient now?"

"You could say that," Edward murmured. He had seen the memory and found it bizarre. He was terrified for Harry when he 'lived' through the whole debacle with the Whomping Willow and grateful that it had saved Harry and Ron from the giant blood-thirsty spiders. He shuddered.

Alice's jaw dropped. "A flying car?" She giggled, "Oh, that is so cool."

Harry rolled his eyes and turned back to watch the road. "It's cool, but so much trouble. What's even cooler is a flying motorcycle." Then he became wistful, recalling his godfather. Edward reached out and grasped Harry's hand to comfort him.

"Are you serious?" Harry exploded in disbelief.

Edward looked down the alleyway as Harry gaped aghast at the sight before them. The walls were covered in thousands of colorful sticky gums. He grimaced as he watched few people take gums out of their mouths and started to press them on the wall.

Harry had disgust on his face. "Oh, that's gross. How can people think it's fun to do this?" He shuddered, "and we have to… ugh," He gagged as he gestured to the hidden alcove at the end of the alley, "Walk through that." He eyed the gum covered wall.

The Cullens had reached downtown Seattle, parked their cars in the paid garage, and parted ways. Harry and Edward made their way through the crowded Pike's Market, pushing through the crowd of people. Harry had felt magic in the area and started to follow his instinct, allowing the charm to guide him toward where it was the strongest. They managed to follow through the maze of the marketplace to the far end and stepped through a door that led to an alleyway, only to find themselves facing a wall of literal colorful gums. They grimaced at the sticky sweet smell of thousands of gums covering every inch of the brick walls.

Harry watched few muggles finish sticking their gums on the wall, take pictures, and posing. Then finally, they were alone. He grasped Edward's hand and pulled him toward the hidden alcove. "They could've done better with the entrance, then again… Gums would deter anyone from touching the wall and fall through." He said and remembered one of the entrances to the Ministry of Magic in London. "They used toilets in London." He shrugged.

Edward stared at Harry with astonishment and gasped as they passed through the barrier, finding themselves into a different street. He looked around, it looked much like any other streets in Seattle, but there were differences. The road lined with odd-sized shops, some stacked on top of one another. People walking about, and there was a mixture of fashion from the Victorian era to the modern era. He gazed about, fascinated as he followed Harry. He saw few people holding sticks and twirling them in the air, sparks of magic shooting out of them. Owls swooped down above them. He spied a small barking dog near one shop with two tails wagging on its hind end.

"Wow," was all Edward could say.

Harry smiled. "It's pretty much like Diagon Alley, only straighter, and maybe more modern." He gestured to a group of teens huddled in front of a shop. They were dressed in modern casual clothing and had backpacks on their back. They passed them by, and Edward could see they were looking at, "Broomsticks?"

Harry glanced up to see the sign hanging over the door. "Quidditch Quality Shop. Yep. It's like a sports shop. We fly on broomsticks in a game." He recalled the Gryffindor and Slytherin game and chasing after the golden Snitch.

Edward's eyes widened as he saw the memory. "You fly on that thing?"

Harry nodded. "I was a seeker. I'll have to show you more of that memory sometime soon. Come on, let's find Gringotts, then we can do a little bit of shopping." He pulled Edward away from the Quidditch Quality Shop, and they headed down the street, glancing about, taking in everything. Finally, they approached a white building with curved columns. "Here we are. The Gringotts Bank."

Edward looked up at the strange building, and followed Harry up the stairs, and watched as the two guardsmen with thicker sticks wave over them as they passed by. He gaped as they entered a grand room that was gleaming gold with black decors. Tall tellers' desks lined the walls on two sides. He saw few witches and wizards at some of the tellers and watched as ugly gnarly creatures that looked short and had long spindly fingers leaning over, conversating with their clients. Goblins. He thought as he followed Harry toward the end where the head goblin sat.

Harry stopped before the last teller and glanced up. "Hello," he paused and read the name plaque, "Mr. Gnarlsteel, I'd like to make a withdrawal from my account if it's possible. My vault is in London, England."

The goblin peered over and frowned, his long fingers grasped the end of his desk. "You can withdraw from your vault at any Gringotts in the world, young vampire. Name, and key?"

Harry pulled his moleskin pouch and pulled his key out. "Harry Potter. I'd like to withdraw a thousand galleon," He handed the key to the goblin.

The goblin grasped the key and paused, looking down at the wizard. "Harry Potter? Hm. Not that it is our business, but you are far from home and quite different."

"Well, yeah. It's a recent development." Harry shrugged.

Edward watched the exchange, and once, the goblin disappeared behind his desk. "How famous are you?"

"Eh." Harry muttered as he thought about it. "Pretty famous. I wasn't sure if I am well known across the pond. It seems like it. I'll have to check the local newspaper." He glanced up to see the goblin return and hand him the key and a pouch. "Thank you. Uhm, I have a question."

"Yes?" The goblin growled.

Harry leaned in closer and whispered, "I have suspicions about a Horcrux in a vault. Is there someone I can talk to about it?" His eyes widened as the goblin's spindly hands clenched over the edge of the desk, the nails scraping loudly against the marble, causing a horrible screech. He grimaced and bit his lip.

The goblin's beady eyes widened, and he leaned in closer. "Horcrux? That's a serious accusation you are making., and it's a serious offense if you think we would store something of the sort in our vaults!" He snapped.

Harry waved his hands, trying to appease the goblin. "I realize that, but I am serious. I believe there is one and would like to talk to one of your managers about it to make sure. I'd like to see it destroyed."

Edward gripped tightly onto Harry's jacket. He could not hear the goblin's mind, but he could see the anger in the ugly face of the teller.

"Very well, wait here." The goblin growled and disappeared down behind his desk.

Edward whispered, "You're not kidding. They're vicious."

Harry nodded and turned his head. "Can you hear their thoughts?" He saw Edward shake his head. "Huh. Perhaps it's because they're different sort of creatures." They turned to see the teller approach them from the side of the teller desk with another equally ugly goblin.

"Mr. Harry Potter, I am Blackbog. Gnarlsteel tells me that you have a serious accusation about someone's vault?"

Harry nodded. "Yes."

"Are you sure you want to proceed with this accusation?" Blackbog asked, squinting his beady eyes. "You realize, if your accusation is proven false, there is a dire consequence for you?"

Harry gripped Edward's hand and nodded. It was all or nothing. "I believe my source to be truthful and would like to proceed with the accusation."

"Very well." Blackbog replied and turned, gesturing for them to follow him. They followed him through a side door and down a black marbled hallway with gold accents. Edward gripped onto Harry's h, and, awed by the architecture of the place. They passed several grand ornate doors before stopping at one of them.

Blackbog waved his clawed h, and at the door, opening it. He turned and looked up at them, "Please," then followed the young vampires into the office. He hobbled over to the desk and climbed into his seat. He turned, and intertwined his fingers under his chin, and looked at them with black beady eyes over his long trollish nose. "What accusation do you wish to plead?"

Harry took a breath out of habit and replied, "I believe there is a Horcrux in the Lestrange vault."

Blackbog's expression grew dark. "Lestrange?" He pulled a large tome and flipped it open, thumbing the pages, and asked, "London, England, is that correct?"

"Yes. It would be in a goblet, specifically a Hufflepuff Cup."

The goblin's finger traced the page and stopped midway. "Lestrange, an old pureblood family. One of the Sacred Twenty-Eight." He looked up to Harry and said dangerously, "To accuse such family is much direr. How do you come to the information?"

Harry nodded. "You know who I am." He saw the goblin nod slowly. "Lestrange is known to be a close ally to the Dark Lord. He created the Horcrux, and I believe he entrusted Bellatrix Lestrange to keep it in her vault."

The goblin glanced to a spinning device on the desk. It spun slowly at a steady pace. "I see." He gestured to the device. "This is goblin-made; if you lie, it will start spinning fast." He leaned forward and asked, "How would you come to the knowledge that the Dark Lord had created a Horcrux?"

Harry's eyes narrowed, and they leaned forward, meeting the goblin's subtle challenge. "I was one he created, and I have remained of another. He created seven of them. No one but three other people alive knows that I am tasked to destroy them all." He sat back, and pulled his moleskin pouch, and dug in, his fingers searching until he found the cold chain, and pulled the mangled locket out. "This is one of the seven he made. This is already taken care of. So, I firmly believe that there is one in the Lestrange's vault, and it needs to be destroyed."

The goblin's beady eyes widened and glanced to the spinning device. His bushy eyebrow rose as it kept on spinning slowly, never increasing in speed. "So, let's say you are telling the truth. Wait here while I contact the London Gringotts." He served in his seat and hopped down to disappear into a shorter door hidden in the wall behind the desk.

Edward stared after where the goblin had disappeared to. "That's one creepy creature. The whole lot of them."

Harry gave a weak chuckle. "Yes. They're considered a vicious race. They have a long history of war." He scrunched his face, recalling Professor Binn's History of Magic class and the dull drones of lectures about goblin battles.

Edward turned to Harry, "Before you showed up, I believed us, vampires, to be the most dangerous predator on earth. But now, seeing your world and meeting these creatures, I find myself wrong. Wizards have almost equal footing with the vampires and werewolves., and there's goblins!"

Harry smirked, patting Edward's knee. "There's also trolls, merfolks, giants, and many more. What's the most dangerous of them all is the Dark Lord. They're deranged and would do anything to be on the top."

Edward nodded and looked up to see Blackbog return, looking angry. He grasped Harry's hand and gripped it tight. He wished he could read the goblin's mind, wanting to know already.

Blackbog scowled darkly as he sat in his chair once again and stared at Harry for a long moment. Harry stared back unblinkingly.

Finally, Blackbog snapped. "Your accusations proved true. They did find the Horcrux!" He growled, "It's the most offensive that any wizard can do, by placing the darkest object in our vaults!" He took several deep breaths before continuing. "The Horcrux indeed was destroyed." He snapped his fingers, and a goblin, a smaller and younger one, hurried through the door. "We had retrieved the remainder of it." The young goblin held out a package wrapped in leather.

Harry took it and opened up the leather cover to find a mangled cup. He could feel the magic trace similar to the locket, but it no longer felt like a Horcrux. He nodded and placed it down on the desk. "Thank you. That's all I need to know."

Blackbog gave a curt nod. "Because you have brought this to our attention, you may keep this as a trophy. The Lestrange vaults seized. The golds transferred to your vault as a consequence. We have also found more dark objects and removed them." He waved his h, and, and the young goblin hurried out, closing the door behind him.

Harry's eyebrows rose. "Oh? Okay, thank you." He took the cup and held onto it. "That's good."

"Is there any other business you wish to have with us today?" Blackbog asked; his entire demeanor changed; he became more respectful and almost pleasing as goblin goes.

Harry glanced to Edward and smiled. "Well, I would like for Edward to have access to my vault too."

Blackbog nodded. "I took the liberty of retrieving your record." He pulled out a book and opened it, and taking a feathered quill. "Let's see." He flipped the pages and stopped, reading over his large nose. He paused. "Hm," He looked up to Harry, then to Edward, "Edward Cullen?"

"Yes, that's me." Edward replied. He recalled that his last name was never mentioned and was surprised the goblin knew.

"Well, he already has access to your vault. He has access to everything you own. The house in…" Blackbog glanced down, long finger tracing over the page, "Godric Hollow, the Grimmauld Place in London. Several vaults, including the Potter, Peverell, Lestrange, and Black. You have a total of 422,206,261 galleons and some changes, equivalent to 84.4 billion pound. There are a few more properties listed here, the Potter Manor and a cottage in Hogsmeade. Congratulation, you're now the richest wizard in Britain."

Edward's eyes widened. His lover was richer than his own family by ten times, and from what he understood, came from old money and, to top it all, having inherited the conquest of a vault. He had a lot to learn about this new world. He looked over to Harry and noted that Harry was also surprised.

Harry's eyebrows disappeared in his hairline after he heard how many galleons he had in his account. Then he blinked, "Wait, how is that he already has access?"

Blackbog turned the book around. "He's listed as your spouse, your soul-bond mate. Isn't that how it works with you vampires?"

Edward frowned and asked, "How is that possible?"

Harry chuckled weakly, still staggering under the thought of the riches he has in his vault. He shrugged, "Magic, I guess?" He scanned the page and noticed that their bond was from two days ago. "Huh. We bonded the moment we met., and here it say my status changed from wizard-human to wizard-vampire." He kept on further down and stopped, "My next of kin? I have one? Oh… Teddy Lupin." He looked over to Edward and explained, "My godson."

Blackbog took the book back and scribbled in it. "Yes, your godson. Here it says you accepted the title as of yesterday."

Harry exhaled out of habit. "Huh. Well, I have no excuse to not meet him now." He smiled and glanced at Edward, gripping his hand. He turned back to Blackbog and bowed, "Thank you. That would be all for today. May your gold ever flow." He stood up, and Edward followed. They both bowed. Backbog bowed his head and gestured to the grand door behind them.

As they left the office, Edward gripped Harry's arm tighter and leaned to whisper in his ear, "Soul-bond mate? You're a… what? Billionaire?" He asked. He had been dying to find out since they first heard about it.

Harry smiled as he kept on walking, leading Edward through the bank, heading to the front door. "We're married, and we're billionaires." He turned and kissed a surprised Edward at the door.

Edward spluttered. "What?"

Harry laughed as he bounced down the steps and into the street. Edward quickly followed. "I don't understand it either. But anything can happen in my world." He raised his hands and gestured around him. "Magic is magic, every registered person's information is updated in the system. Since we're mates by vampire term, and it's forever, so it's considered that we're married on paper in the system." He grabbed Edward's hand and tugged him, leading him down the street.

Edward nodded, allowing himself to be dragged by Harry, feeling like he was drunk on happiness. "Though, the soul part in the soul-bond threw me off."

Harry glanced over his shoulder to the taller vampire. "Believe me now? That you do still have a soul?"

Edward grinned, and pulling Harry, catching him by the waist, and leaned down, his lips brushing against Harry's lips, "Yes." He then kissed Harry hard.

Harry grasped Edward's hair and returned the kiss in equal fervor before breaking away. "Come on, husband, let's get the blood-pops and do some shopping. I'd like to get a dragonhide robe and boots. I think you need one too."

"Dragonhide? As in real dragons?"

"Oh yeah."

AN:

I tried kept Harry's inheritance simple. The whole being the descendent of Gryffindor, Slytherin, Merlin himself, whatever, is a bit excessive. I looked up the net worth of Harry, Sirius Black,, and Bellatrix Lestrange. And boy… Bellatrix was staggering rich, coming in second after the Malfoy family.

Now Harry, and Edward is legally bound and Edward's dilemma over his own soul is put to rest.

The famous Gum Wall. Ha! I figure it would be a good place to put a hidden entrance to the magical world in Seattle. When I first visited Pike's Market, I tried to find the place but couldn't. It was a confusing maze of a place! Perfect place to hide in plain view! Then the second time around a year later, I accidentally stumbled upon the place. I wasn't even looking for it, and wow… it's something you would not forget.

My update will be slower from now on… I'm a teacher, and it's a month away from Spring Break. I have so much to work on before then, and plan for the spring break vacation. I am heading to Orlando, Florida with my son. We're desperate to get out of Alaska for a bit after being stuck up here for a year, and half with no vacation time in between.

I also want to try post one or two images per chapters (they're on Ao3 and DeviantArt). The last few didn't have any. I might go back eventually and get around to them. But from now on, I am going to try for one each.

Up next: Sam Uley, and Family.