A/N- It has almost been a year since I last updated and am verrrry sorry for the huge delay. As I had said earlier (had I?) I am working on three long term fics and this is supposed to be longest of them all. I promise that even if it is delayed, I would complete this anyhow. Please read and enjoy the chapter and tell me what you thought in the comments.

My hastily packed bags were overloaded with the stuff that I had packed. Pieces of clothing were sticking out here and there and the bag was filled so much that it looked as though it could explode at any moment. I had packed, like, everything. All my clothes, my craft pieces, even the picture frames that adorned the walls of my cottage. Had it been possible, I would have packed all my furniture as well. It was second hand, and not in the best condition as its paint was chipping away and the dining chairs looked as though they would break if I sat on them. But it was my furniture, bought from money I had successfully earned and not from any inherited money.

But why was I doing it? Why? It would be really weak of me if I left everything I had made for myself, behind, just because some douchebag came in my life and stuck some unpleasent memories to them. So, with the thought, I opened my luggage and repacked only the necessary things. Some clothes, a couple of pictures and some supplies to continue making the artifacts which I had already started making before the tragedy.

Yes, the tragedy, I had dubbed the events of last night the tragedy. Melodramatic, yes. But inappropriate, no, not at all. What is a tragedy? An events which leaves destruction in its wake. And the events of the last night had done just that. They had almost destroyed the whole new life I had built for myself and most certainly destroyed my heart. It had cost me some precious friendships and now, the memories were forcing me to leave my home.

Well, it was not completely unpleasent. I mean, the fight was. Extremely unpleasent and heartbreaking but going to La Push was not. It had been months since I had visited my mom and Seth and though it seemed quite impossible for me to be happy then, but atleast mom and Seth would be happy seeing me (atleast I thought so, I was not that unpleasent person anymore!) The time away from tge reservation did a lot good.

When I got out of the cottage, it was already noon and the Sun was shining brightly overhead. I locked the main door and went into my shop. My hands automatically flew to a small wooden pendant. I was making it for Harry. It was a lightning bolt shaped little thing which had engraved in it a very small, almost unnoticeable I love you in it. Quite immature of me but I could not help it. Small wolves were also engraved in it.

"Where did you get that?" Harry had asked when he noticed my Quileute bracelet with wolf charms. Apparently, he was a great admirer of good craft and my proficiency in it fascinated him. Huh, mister buttering agent. Did he think I was the stereotypical girl who yearned for compliments from her boyfriend? If he did, I would be quite hurt.

But after a few minutes, it was clear he was not giving me empty compliments because after knowing that I had made it myself, he opened up and asked me, "Can you make something for myself as well? Please. I would pay for it!" He never asked for something himself. He was self respectful like that. And that was one of the many things that I admired about him. His self respect. And for the person who gave me so much happiness, to ask something from me was a big deal, so I assured him that I would make something for him and resolved to myself that it would be the most beautiful piece of ornamemt I had ever made. And the idiot was talking about money. I would do anything for him, no payments needed. And I said so to him. He resisted for a while but relented at the end.

I had thought that a bracelt would be too girly for him, so, I decided to make a pendant.

How much I had thought about him and he, he decided to attack me. It felt as though I had no worth in anyone's eyes. Like everything in the world undermined me and thought of me as worthless. I clutched the pendant tightly in my palm and tried to control myself from phasing. When the sadness was gone, anger took its place and I found myself in a similar mood as I had after a few days when Sam left me. I would not become a bitter harpy again. Being normal felt too good to return to my former self, whatever the situation might be.

I took the pendant and kept it in a pocket of my jeans and packed up the shop. Half heatedly, not yet knowing when I would open it again, if ever again. At the end, I closed the doors and locked the shutter of the shop. I slowly climed up my car and drove away, turning my head back as I saw the little home disappear into horizon.

Fool! You are a fool Potter! Did you really think that the little mudblood had strength to be able to attack someone? No. It was me, all that time. I am back. Mudbloods and Blood Traitors cannot kill me. I would not be outmatched by some idiotic woman who thinks that someone as weak as her could kill me. My master told me all about himself and his life. I would not disappoint him. I will avenge his death! And you cannot stop me!

Yours truly,

Bella.

Lestrrage was really lunatic, I was sure (I was correct, I knew) and I could literally listen to the stereotypical evil laughter that would have followed the madwoman's proclamation. I had always hated death eaters to the core but no one, even Voldemort, came even close to being sooo hated by me. Bellatrix Lestrange was dead. This time, for good.

But that was not my main concern at the time. I had to search for Hermione. Had to get her back. I had already lost Leah, whom I loved so much. And I could not afford to lose my best friend as well. Ron would never forgive him for losing him his fiancé. The Weasleys, the Grangers, everyone, would blame me. I knew. And it was logical. I had been assigned a mission and had allowed Hermione to tag along, just because I did not want to be alone. And now, I had lost her. Really, what did fate have against me? All the mishappenings made me their prime target. Couldn't I just live in peace for a while.

The most probable place to hide someone would be the basement. So he went tgere she was. Albeit in a terrible condition. She was terribly malnourished, so much that her bones showed through the skin and her clothes were matted with dirt, making her look completely miserable and I was sure she was exactly that.

I picked up my unconcious friend and took her to her bedroom. Waiting for her to wake up was just starting to become challenging when she opened her eyes and started screaming. "Its me, its me 'mione, Harry!" And she quieted. It looked like she was going in shock, so I decided to continue talking to her.

"Would you like to have tea and something to eat Hermione? Or something else?" I started out with something casual. It would do her no good to make her recollect everything she had endured these past few days.

When she did not respond to me, I had to do something drastic. Casting a sonorus, I repeated what i had said earlier and it worked as she finally showed a reaction. Not tge ideal positive one but a reaction nonetheless as she jerked up in her bed. "Nothing. Nothing, its fine. Lay down. Lay down." I said soothingly. Whether it had any effect, I didn't know.

"S-she used tge torture spell and cutting spells on me, I screamed, but you didn't come. And she locked me in the basement." Hermione said brokenly and was sobbing by the end. I had never seen her in such a weak state. Never ever. I climbed up the bedand hugged her, allowing her to cry and sob and rage against me. It was understandable. I had also done tge same thing when I gone through similar situations in my life, cursing other people. And I could understand her pain as it was maybe tge first time that she had gone through such physical odreal.

Emotions were running high and in such a situation we had no control on ourselves and we kissed. Passionately. All consumingly. But we regained our senses before things could escalate further and stopped.

"Welcome to Forks." A roadside sign said. After a long journey, I was ina familiar territory again. It was months since I had smelled the familiar scent of these forests and it instatly conveyed to me a glad sense of relief. No other place on Earth could match the soothing sensations that the rainy Olympic Peninsula's dim, dark and mysterious forests did.

Driving through the town, she passed the driveway that led to the Cullen Mansion and the meadows. The place really was frequented by Vampires as it always gave off that sicky sweet smell. Charlie's house was the next. Mom had moved in with Charlie a few months ago when Charlie had proposed her. They were not planning to marry anytime soon as they didn't want to rush and wanted to know each other better.

In a snap decision, I decided to stop and go meet Mom and Charlie before going to La Push. It was evening time and atleast mom would be back from the hospital. I parked the car into the driveway and approached the front door, knocking twice. When I did not get an answer, I rang the door bell. Still no answer. Something seemed fishy, so I broke down the door and entered. There was no one in the house. Well, maybe no one had returned from work yet?

I moved on to the way to La Push. Memories of her and Sam bombarded her but they themselves did not bother her much, they also brought forward the memories if Harry. Why had he attacked her? He could not possibly know about the secret. Could he? And what was it that was used to attack her? As far as she knew, sticks did not usually emit beams if light which caused destruction. And Harry and Hermione both had it.

Passing through the border between the Quileute and the Cullen territory felt good. While the restrictions were much more flexible after their cooperation during the Volturi fiasco, she still did not feel fully comfortable in Forks. However much the other wolves had warmed up to the leeches..vampires, according to me, they were still to blame for the cursed life that the pack was living. Even if they didn't show it, all of them held a certain yearning for a normal life within themeselves and had considered themselves monsters when they had first phased.

The smell of sea reached my senses from miles away. Even though it was not a time to get excited, (I had to hide everything from mom otherwise she and the pack would freak out) I really wanted to walk down the Second Beach and enjoy the beauty of the lagoons formed by the ocean.

Seth greeted me at the door when of the house. "Lee! What are you doing here? I mean not that I am not happy but you did not tell us anything...like you were coming." I hugged him back and tried to keep my expression as happy looking as possible and replied, "Um..it was a..s-surprise." He much have felt that something was wrong but did not bring it up.