Chapter 9

Bella POV

"Iz! Izzy! Bella! It's okay, Bella!" Luna told me, trying to calm me down.

"I'm an heiress!"

"I know, I think it's brilliant!"

"Lu I don't know what to do! How do I do that? How do I own a mansion? How do I have 2 seats on the Wizengamot? How do me and Harry each have a half of 2 fortunes? Because people are dead! Sirius is dead, our parents are dead! But it's not just them, Cedric is dead, and Dumbledore is dead, and Moody is dead! They're not coming back! What if I don't come back? I knew that I could die, I figured that out years ago, I had accepted that! I had accepted that I could stop breathing at any moment, that my heart could stop beating, that I wouldn't be here anymore! I had accepted that I might leave my brother, that I might leave you, that I might leave my family! But I don't know if I can accept leaving him, never seeing him again, I miss him so much that it hurts, Lu! He has told me that when he thought I was dead, when he thought he wouldn't get to me in time, when he thought James had killed me, that he was coming up with contingency plans!" I spit the last words out like poison. "He said that he would go to the Voltori and have them rip him apart! Kill him! The idea of him not existing, not being alive, even if I'm dead, makes me… makes me…" I jumped up and ran towards the kitchen, emptying the breakfast I had eaten into the trash. I felt arms wrap around me, strong arms, Harry. He led me down the hall slightly, just out of sight of the others.

"Bella…"

"No! You don't get to talk to me about Edward! You don't get to talk to me about how I love him, and how he loves me, and how I'll see him again! Not while that girl is outside, not while you are in here, not while you have been sleeping under the same roof as the girl that you love, not while you are being a coward! I love you and I always respect your decisions, you know that. But I will not listen to you tell me that love will conquer all when you gave up on yours!" I stomped away from him. Running up the stairs to get dressed.

The wedding was beautiful. Fleur floated down the aisle looking absolutely stunning. Blah...Blah...Blah…Wedding stuff…I was not in any mood for love. The after party was fun for a while, I danced with Luna, Ron got jealous, Krum hit on Ginny, then Harry got jealous and they danced for a while. But then all hell broke loose.

"The ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming." said the lynx patronus.

Me, Harry, Ron, and Hermionie all apparated away.

Edward POV

We watched through her childhood, she slept in a closet, in the same bed as her brother for 10 years. She was tortured by her only family, she only knew love from her brother, she lost her parents. Before she was 11.

My Bella.

Oh my dear Bella.

What else have you been through?

We all had venom pooled in our eyes, even Em and Jazz, as strong as they are, they couldn't deal with seeing their little sister in that much pain.

As terrible as it was, we loved seeing her young, Rose cooed over my little soulmate constantly, getting just about as upset as me over Bella and Harry's treatment, though with her it seemed more over the treatment of the children, not because Bella was the love of my life. I couldn't judge, even if it wasn't my Bella I would never wish this on any child, or any adult.

Harry always did his best to care for her, and she for him, but it wasn't always successful. Vernon and Petunia soon learned that to hurt Harry it was good to hurt Bella, making him watch. Emotional touture, we saw how he tried to protect her, and how he used anything he could find to help her heal if his attempts at protection failed. When her morph broke before she left we all saw the scars, with our perfect eyes even the smallest blemishes, on her arms, and face, and just about every inch of skin open there was some type of injury related mark. Of course we were more concerned about the claw mark across her face to ask about the smaller scars. Now we were seeing how she got some of them, from Petunia taking a knife to her when she didnt wash it well enough, or Vernon running a lighter over her skin, or that cousin Dudley of hers pushing her onto some sharp metal at the park. We saw the horrified look in her eyes when she accidentally dropped even a small thing, the limp that she received when she was about 8, the thin set of her body for clear malnourishment. It tore me apart to look at this and not be able to help in any way. From my time in medical school and from Carlisle thoughts I could tell that they were in trouble of various medical problems.

When the letters started coming we were overjoyed but it was short lived when the Dursleys took them away. We watched them 'celebrate' their 11th birthday from the ground of the small hut on the ground, we saw Hagrid come and take them away, them getting their wands and school supplies, learning that they were famous, and who killed their parents. It was wonderful to see them happy for a change. We all watched in amazement at the magic, we had seen magic before, in the Potter's home and trough Harry and Bella doing some accidentally, we hoped it would be explained later as we hadn't been told that magic could be performed without a wand, as all of our example had shown us. Laughter erupted when Harry wanted to buy a book of magical pranks for Dudley. It was over all a happy couple of memories.

Bella POV

We landed somewhere in muggle London, Hermione had told us where but in the moment I was too distracted. The moment we landed Harry had fallen to the ground. I looked down and saw his ankle in an awkward position.

"Mionie I think Harry broke his ankle!" I told her.

"We need to get out of the middle of the street and I will fix it." She muttered.

"Ron you get him on that side I'll get him over here and we can help him up." I said, he nodded in response and walked over to the right side of Harry. We helped him into an ally Mione directed us to, with protest from Harry that he was fine. We set him down and Hermionie walked over to him, pointing her wand at his foot and muttering a spell under her breath.

As Hermionie was healing Harry's broken ankle I couldn't help but think about when mine was broken, both times.

Flashback- 1988

Vernon had just finished up having a 'little fun', as he called it, with Harry. He would always hit Harry first, to physically pain him, but after Vernon would hurt me. He had learned when we were younger that the best way to hurt Harry was to hurt me, and make my brother watch. He still hurt Harry of course, all of the time, but when Harry did something bad, really bad, he got the emoional torture too. This time, Harry had accidentally tripped, his shoe marking a small spot on the floor. Even though it would have been very easily cleaned, Vernon had taken it as distraction of property. I saw him above me, he had shoved me onto the floor long ago, I saw his foot in the air and before I could figure out what happened, it had come into hard contact with my right ankle.

I was never taken to the hospital. Me and Harry had to do our best to wrap it, I felt so very bad for my brother, the bone had pierced through the skin in 3 places and as bad as it hurt me, Harry was the one who had to play doctor. My 8 year old brother had tried to set the bones, as he had seen on a television show at Mrs. Figgs. But as I expected it didn't really work, he took a bandage and wrapped it afterward, and the next morning Vernon had thrown an old pair of crutches Dudley needed once at the door to the cupboard. They were a little too tall and it was hard to make it around with them but still it was one of the nicest things he had ever done for either of us.

End Flashback

My ankle never fully healed, it had scared over where the bones had come out, and I walked with a pretty noticeable limp until I broke it again in my first year at Hogwarts.

It was the first quidditch game of the season, my first game ever. Everything was going great, until my broom went crazy. It happened to both me and Harry, but my brother didn't fall, my brother still caught the snitch. I had fallen off of my broom, directly onto my right ankle, re-breaking it. When Madame Pomfrey had healed it, it healed not only the recent break but the break from before, I was so happy. I had not ran in years and as soon as I was cleared from the hospital wing I took off, running all over the grounds and the castle. I was free.

When me and Harry were younger, our best defence against Dudley was our speed. If we ran fast enough we could get away but after I hurt my ankle I got caught almost every time, so did Harry because he refused to leave me.

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