Chapter 3

Bella POV

"The man that killed my parents."

No one said a word, they all just stared at me, with a mixture of sadness and concern in their eyes.

"He wasn't after our parents that night, he was after me and Harry. It's a long story but he wanted to kill us, he murdered our parents first. They tried to protect us but they couldn't, he was too strong. He has been after us for years, trying to finish the job. He has terrorized the wizarding world, he has been killing muggles everywhere, in the first war and the second, he needs to be stopped."

"Why…why does it have to be you?" Edward asked.

"There was a prophecy made, before I was born, it has to be me, well me and Harry. We are the only ones that can kill him. Those with the power to vanquish The Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and The Dark Lord will mark them as his equals, but they will have power The Dark Lord knows not… and one must die at the hand of the other for no one can live while three survive...those with the power to vanquish The Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies."

"S-So you one of you has to die?" Esme said, venom pooling in her eyes.

"If I have any say about it, it'll be He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. It has to be, I know what will happen if it's me, he will kill Harry after. Harry will falter, even just for a second, if I die, I would if it were him. But a second is all that it would take. Harry would be hit with a killing curse and just like that he would be gone. If anyone deserves a long happy life, it's Harry. We have been through so much in the last 17 years and he has tried to protect me from every single one of them. If both me and Harry die, he wins and he can't win. I won't let him win, if he wins he won't stop. He will kill everyone that I love, he has already taken enough people from me. I refuse to let him take anymore lives, I refuse to let him orphan anymore children, I refuse to let him kill any more innocents, I refuse to let him take my family. My parents, Cedric, Dumbledore, S-Sirius-s-s. He took them all from me, from us. He is the reason I don't remember my parents. He reason that I have watched 4 people die. He is the reason that I have used an Unforgivable. He is the reason I know what the torture curse feels like. He is the reason that my childhood was the one of the worst times of my entire life. He is the reason that I have seen the life leave the eyes of one of the people that I loved most. My hate for him fills my entire body but there is also gratefulness, not for those other things that he did. I would give anything to have those people back but if my life had not gone the way it had I might not have the best family in the world, I might not have my friends, I might not be as powerful, as strong as I am, and I most definitely wouldn't have met you all." I looked Edward in the eye, his were tearing up, venom pooling, never to spill over. "And if there's one thing that I am thankful for, it's finging you. I could never hate something fully that led me to you, no matter what else they have done." I was crying my eyes out by the end, Edward had wrapped his arms around me and was rocking me back and forth. I let myself cry for what seemed like forever, when I finally got my control I looked back up at everyone then down at my watch, 6:15.

"It's almost time, I have 15 minutes before they get here. Does anyone have any other questions, before we do good byes." I asked.

"Who is Sirius?" Alice asked.

"My godfather, he was my dad's best friend, there is more about him in the memories." I responded.

"Whats a muggle?" Emmett spoke up.

"A non-magic person, they are technically called no-mag's by the American MOM."

"MOM?" Jasper said.

"Ministry of Magic."

"I have been on this earth for almost 400 years how have I never heard about this?" Carlisle asked.

"Witch burnings in the 1600's lead to most witches and wizards going into hiding, then in 1689 the International Statute of Secrecy was established, and then was made official in 1692. After that, like vampires, witches and wizards fell into the works of fiction. That and vampires, though an object of our study, are not as integrated into the wizarding community, so most of them don't even know about the wizarding world."

They all stared at me like Harry and Ron look at me and Hermionie. "Me and Mione are very factual, we spend a lot of time in the library at school, if it was just the boys, they would have died in first year."

"What is quidditch?" Emmet asked.

"It's a sport." I told them.

"You play a sport?" Edward asked.

"Yea-" I was cut off by a knock on the door. I lloyd back down at my watch, surprised to see that 15 minutes had already passed. I jumped up and ran to the door, when I threw it open I was face to face with Hermionie.

"Bella!" She jumped at me, knocking me back. She wrapped her arms around me and I returned the sentiment.

"Mione!" I screamed. She held onto me for a minute, when we finally let go of each other. I wasn't out of someone's arms for long. Ron had scooped me up and thrown me over his shoulder. I squealed, over Rons back I could see Edward watching with a look of apprehension on his face. Ron put me down and I went to walk over to Tonks but Remus pushed me up against the wall, his wand to my temple. Edward ran over to me but I stopped him first.

"He is just making sure I'm really me. Im fine." I told him, he looked at me strangely but backed up again.

"What did I say to you after Padoot died?" Remus asked.

"You said 'He's happy, he is where he always used to be, where he always wanted to be, by your fathers side. If he were here, he would tell you to be happy, he would tell you that he loved you, and then he would make some stupid joke because he is uncomfortable with emotional situations.' And then I ran away, and didn't get off my Firebolt for hours." He let me go satisfied with my answer.

"Can you please give me my voice back?" I begged Remus. He nodded and put his wand to my throat. He muttered the spell and it felt like a blanket was being lifted off my throat.

"Hello?" I tested. "Oh thank Merlin! Bloody hell! I forgot how much I liked my voice." I smiled.

"Are you ready to go, you need your sleep so we can go get Harry tomorrow?" Remus asked.

"Just...let me say goodbye. You can come meet them if you like." I offered.

"Sure." Hermionie told me.

"Ok." Ron said, following Hermionies lead.

Everyone else hung back.

I walked back over to Edward, who wrapped an arm around my waist. He leaned into my ear and whispered.

"I love your voice like that." It sent shivers down my spine. We walked into the living room and I turned to Ron and Hermione.

"Ron, Mione, this is Carlisle and Esme Cullen, Jasper Hale and Alice Cullen, Emmett Cullen and Rosalie Hale, and this is Edward." I pointed to everyone in turn. Then looked towards the Cullens. "Everyone, this is Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, my best friends."

"Hey!" Alice said.

"Ali, I love you but I have known them since I was 11 years old." I told her gently.

"We'll wait outside Bells." Hermione told me, grabbing Ron's arm and steering him away.

I looked at everyone. "I love you all, so much. You gave me a family here, thank you for that. I don't want to leave but I have to. I have to help my brother, my family, my world. I wish I could tell you when I'd be back, if I'd be back but I can't. The only thing I can tell you is that I will be back as soon as I possibly can but I need you to understand that it is a very real possibility that I could get hurt, I could get hurt really badly and I might not come home. I'll try my best though to come back to you. Oh and Alice I might be under a lot of charms and I don't know if you will be able to see me all of the time so if you look for my future it might be really confusing. Watch the memories, in order. Just pour them in and touch the surface. I'll miss you. I'll try to be safe. I-" I rambled near the end. "I love all you, thank you again, I miss you already." I turned to Edward. "I love you, I love you so much, I don't want to leave you." I looked into his eyes, I was about to say something else but he just leaned down and kissed me. He poured so much emotion into it, it was more passionate than every kiss we had ever shared. It went past his carefully lane boundaries. It was so different, yet so the same. It was a more intense version of the kiss he gave me when we parted ways before James attacked me.

"I love you." He told me, staring into my eyes with more love than I had ever experienced.

"I love you too."

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