Summary:Hermione was once a was taken into Aro's arms and she had grown to love Hermione was brought into the future and was raised by humans even though the secret of her past that she was half human/vampire was hidden from she stops ageing, she realises something is seeks help and finds out who she will happen is she finds her love and home?
Rating: Rate T because of possible content
Author's Note: I saw Breaking Dawn Part 2 and I nearly died. I realized I loved Carlisle and that I needed to write a fanfic and soon. SO, here we are! This story MAY CONATAIN SPOILERS! I'm not exactly sure on that though.
I worked hard on this and I honestly like it! I don't think the summary does it justice though...
I hope you like it! I shall see you all soon! ~S.H.R
Alice walked happily down the hallway while holding a vase. Renesmee's and Edward's piano duet played through the house, causing her to be more happy.
She was happy that things were looking up. Bella was a vampire, she had a beautiful niece, everything was just fit into place.
Alice hummed along with the tune but stopped abruptly. The vase she was holding slipped out of her hands. Jasper ran to her side while everyone rose from their seats.
"What's wrong, Alice?" Jasper asked. Alice's eyes focused on Bella. "The Volturi." She reported. "They're coming for us."
Bella grabbed Renesmee. "They think that Ness is an immortal child." Alice explained, blinking and now looking at Edward.
"Renesmee was born not bitten. She grows ever day!"Bella exclaimed, holding her daughter tighter.
"I don't understand why they're coming after us." Carlisle said, running a hand through his blonde hair. "This isn't the first time the Volturi had dealt with a half human half vampire before."
Everyone looked shocked at the statement. "It isn't?" Rosalie asked. He shook his head and replied a simple 'no.'
"Who was it?" Bella asked, letting go of her daughter and stepping closer to Carlisle. "Are they still living?"
"It happened somewhat before I joined the Volturi. It was a girl, just like Renesmee.."
...
Heidi's heels clicked across the marble ground. She walked quickly down the corridor with a woman following close behind. The woman was holding something in her hands that she knew would be a large concern to all the Volturi.
She pulled down on her red dress and straightened it out before open two, wide oak double doors. The three leaders, Aro, Caius, and Marcus looked up from their work and stared at Heidi.
"Heidi?" Aro questioned. "What are you doing here? We have already had our meal!" He said, slightly cackling.
Heidi shook her head. "This woman," she gestured to the woman in the black cloak behind her. "she wishes to speak to you."
Aro face turned serious as he rose a brow and stepped close to the woman. Heidi took a step backwards and exited out of the room. She knew not to interfere with the Volturi's business.
"Who are you?" Marcus asked, stepping next to Aro. A hand extended from the cloak. Hesitantly, Aro grabbed it. His eyes were filled with memories and flashbacks.
The pictures finally focused on a particular memory.
A woman walked with a basket woven with twigs in her hand. Her light brown hair was shining in the soft moonlight behind her.
She walked in a small village. Log cabins were built along the sides of the walking path. She seemed tired and weary by how she walked.
As she walked down the path, a man's silhouette shone on the log cabins as she passed. The girl stopped and listened. The crunching of leaves under boots were audible. She sharply turned around and scanned the area.
A group of men sat around a campfire in front of a cabin and an old looking dog lay asleep next to an elderly man. The woman shook her head in dismissal and turned to walk again.
As she did, a man was standing in front of her. She let out a loud screech but her mouth was quickly stifled by his large hand. He then plucked her up with his hand tightly over her mouth, and ran.
The man ran and ran fast with her in his arms. Her mouth was still covered by his rough hand. She tried to scream but it was muffled. Tears ran down her cheeks but quickly were dried do to the winds.
They finally stopped in a forest. The man suddenly pressed her against a tree. Fear rushed down her body and she let out a loud scream.
Aro removed his hands, not wanting to see the images he knew would soon fallow.
"My name is Jean." She introduced. The woman rose a hand and removed the cloak. The woman looked exactly like the girl he saw in the memory. "I was attacked by a vampire not so long ago, as you saw.
"I had gotten pregnant with the man's child. I decided to go through labor. I couldn't just kill a child for my own selfishness." Jean lifted a piece of what she held in her arms. A infant lay in there, her brown eyes wide.
"As I went through labor, I was changed into a vampire and now, I am here." Aro nodded, very interested in her story.
"And why do you come here?" He quizzed. "Do you want us to give pity on you? If so, you will find no pity here."
Jean shook her head. "I need someone to look after my child. I'm being hunted by a coven. I had done something wrong and I plan to do it right. I just don't want my daughter to be involved in all of my foolish nonsense."
"We don't look after children." Caius growled, glaring at the woman. The woman's eyes saddened.
"Please, I beg of you. Once my duties are settled I shall come back to collect my child. You may even punish me for how long I am gone." Aro looked into the woman's pleading eyes and over at Marcus.
"I just want her to be safe." She finished. Aro turned to Marcus and saw him nod. Aro supressed a sigh.
"We shall look after your.. child." He stated, scanning the child. "We will only for so long. If you do not return in a short manner of time, your consequences will worsen and worsen."
Jean smiled and nodded. She looked at the infant in her arms and kissed its head. "You will do great things, my love." She cooed. Jean handed the baby to Aro and thanking them. She then left the room.
Aro's red eyes looked at the infant. Her skin was pale but cheeks flushed. Brown eyes light with specks of gold and a lovely smile shone on her features.
Aro couldn't help but smile down at the child. He brushed a bit of curly hair out of the infant's face.
...
"What did they name her?" Renesmee asked. Carlisle smiled. It was a name he could never forget even if he desperately tried.
"Her name was Hermione."