Chapter 8

Bella POV

They wouldn't let me go with them, Remus said it was too dangerous. I knew the plan and technically I was the best person to carry it out, I could look like anyone, no polyjuice potion needed. But I was just as valuable as my brother, therefore I couldn't be killed. So I was stuck at home. I said goodbye to everyone leaving, knowing that it could be the last time I saw them.

"It's a good plan but you know he's going to hate it, tell him I said he better listen, or he will hear from me!" I told Rem before he left with the others.

"I will."

"Don't die! My father and Sirius are dead and Peter is a traitor, you can't die on me! I need you, Harry needs you, Dora needs you."

"I wont Bella." And then he left. I stumbled back into the house. Up the stairs, into my room, and sunk to my knees, crying. I cried for my brother, and everyone protecting us, I cried for Edward and the Cullens, I cried for my parents and Sirius. I had never cried like this before but I couldn't stop. After a long while I looked up at the clock and saw that it was 5 minutes until the first portkey arrived. I jumped up and ran down stairs. Me and Molly sat, biting our nails, worrying. And finally I saw Hagrid's big form through the window and I knew that my brother was outside. I jumped up and ran out the door, throwing myself around his neck, hugging him with the same intensity Luna had embraced me with yesterday.

"Harry! Oh Merlin I missed you!"

"Bella!" He said hugging me back.

We waited for everyone else, our only loss was Moody, a great loss for the order but I was thankful he was the only one. George had injured his ear, Hermionie would have a small curse scar on her left shoulder, and Hedwig would need to wait a few days before she could fly again but everyone would be just fine.

The next few days were hectic to say the least, with wedding preparations and me, Harry, Ron, Hermionie trying to plan for our journey. On the day of the wedding, the minister for magic showed up at the Burrow. He came to read us Dumbledors will, Harry received the snitch from his first game, Mione got a book of children's tales, Ron was left Dumbledore's deluminator, and I was given a small sphere and a letter. The latter was the only thing that hadn't been opened or inspected, it was against the law to open a letter left by a wizard or witch in a will. We waited until the Minister left to open the envelope, we could see on his face that he wanted me to open it in front of him but I refused. As the door closed behind him and we heard him apparate away I tentatively opened the letter.

"Dear Isabella,

The key you have been left with is to your ancestral home of Potter Manor. I know that you were told about this home in your 5th year but were not able to access it. Before your parents went into hiding they locked the place up, the only way to get in now is with this key and you, Bella. Now that you are 17, or soon to be, being the oldest of you and Harry means that you are the heiress of all the Potter estates, you are the top of the Potter bloodline, the first born. Inclosed in this letter is a picture, if you want to get into the manor you must hold the key, the small circular ball, in one hand and apparate to the place you see in the picture." There were more instructions on how to let other people enter the manor and its safety measures. "I also wish to inform you of your titles from your Godfather. When Sirius died he left you and Harry everything, now since you are the oldest you received the ladyship from the Black lines. This means that you are the heiress of 2 Ancient and Noble houses, you have 2 votes on the Wizengamot, and have complete control over half of the Potter fortune and half of the Black fortune, Harry has control over the other half of each, but you own all of the homes and land." He continued to give us information on the Potter and Black estates as I read out loud. At the end he wished us good luck.

After I finished I was stunned into silence. I looked over to my brother and our friends, they all had similar expressions on their faces. I don't know how long we sat there like this but eventually Fred and George came in.

"Mum wants you all outsi- What's going on?" Fred said.

"I'm a-a - I'm an heiress! I'm a l-lady! I have 2, not 1 but 2, seats on the Wizengamot." I started rambling, my breathing speeding up.

"Bella, calm down!" Harry demanded. I couldn't stop, I tuned out everyone else. I couldn't hear anything until I felt 2 small hands on my face.

Edward POV

We all wanted to kill the Dursleys, rip their heads off or burn them alive were at the top of our list but we didn't because Bella had asked us not to. She told us her life had been bad but what she had been through, physically hurt me. All I wanted to do was protect her but I couldn't, not this time. This was her past and there was nothing I could do to change it.

She was about 8 in the memory we were in now, she was washing dishes and had accidently dropped a spoon, I saw her cringe, she knew she would get in trouble for this but before it hit the floor it stopped floating in mid air. Bella gasped just as her aunt walked in.

"What is this?" She yelled, she looked more scared than angry. Bella looked up and the spoon crashed to the floor. Her aunt had grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over to the oven, where their diner was cooking. She opened the oven, put on mits, and took out the steaming casserole.

"Hold this." She demanded of Bella.

"Wh- What?" My Bella asked in a small voice. Her aunt must have gotten inpatient because she forced the dish into Bellas hands. Bella let out a small scream but didn't drop the food.

"If you drop this or set it down before I get back, you'll regret it!" Her aunt told her before storming off leaving a sobbing Bella behind.

"Oh, out of all of the things, they are basically forcing her to burn her own hands!" Emmett spit, Esme, Rose, and Alice were sobbing and had been for the past 3 memories.

"Or face a worse punishment." Jasper whispered. We waited for her aunt to come back, just watching Bella cry her eyes out. Eventually Petunia came back in pulling a bloodied Harry by the arm.

"This is what happens when you do freakish things!" Harry was staring stricken at his sister fighting against his aunt, but it appeared he had a sprained ankle because his left leg continued to falter under him when he went to stand. Bella had started crying harder. We had all noticed a few memories ago that Vernon and Petunia had learned that the way to hurt Harry the most was to go after Bella. It ended in her getting hurt a lot more than earlier in the year. Harry was dropped onto the floor and Bella was still forced to burn her hands.

So I meant to say this a few chapters back but I forgot. I'm really bad at Hagrid's grammar/accent/talk thing so I am just going to write him without his lisp thing, and you can just imagine the way he would really say it.

Oh and just for anyone wondering, this story will be BxE, I just like exploring Bella/Luna and they have a very special relationship. They still care very deeply about one another and their relationship ended very well.

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