At nine years of age, Ginny could easily tell when something was not right with her family and as Esme and Carlisle continued to stare at her with their mouths wide open in shock, and the strange piece of parchment clutched in their hands she knew that something just wasn't right.

"What is it?" her light voice cracked as she spoke. "Daddy? Mama? You're scaring me!" if nothing else could, those simple words snapped them out of their trance. Carlisle gently placed his hand on Ginny in a soothing way.

"Sweetie," Esme's voice was sweet and gentle and comforted Ginny's unease. Ginny gave her a small smile and Esme took it as a sign to continue.

"Me and daddy have a few very important questions and you need to answer as honestly as you can, okay?" Ginny nodded enthusiastically, smiling happily. In truth, she wasn't sure about the questions but was rather relieved that the unease was apparently gone.

Carlisle took an unnecessarily deep breath as he thought of what would be the best approach to the situation. He decided that it would be best to confirm what the letter said before telling the little girl anything important.

"Have you ever done something unusual? Maybe when you were angry or scared?" Ginny paled and her eyes drifted down to stare at her bare feet rather then Carlisle's smoldering eyes. He sighed tiredly. He knew that they were going to have a difficult time trying to get her to answer. He bent down and gently pushed her head up to meet his. She reluctantly looked up at his angel face.

"Were not angry with you, but it is very important that you answer," he spoke slowly and firmly, letting Ginny know that she had little choice but to answer. Her green eyes traveled downward again before she answered.

"Yes, several times," she admitted slowly, refusing to take her eyes off of her light pink nails. Carlisle decided not to make her look up, knowing he would probably get little answers out of her that way.

"Like what? Just give me one example, please?" he left it at a question, letting the girl know that it was her choice, that he already got the information needed.

"Ali and I were playing one time. She was chasing me and I meant to jump over and hide under a log but I ended up on the roof," Ginny vividly remembered that, it had taken a lot of encouragement to get her to jump down into even Jacob's arms. And he was closet to her.

Carlisle's eyes widened considerably slightly annoyed with Alice and Jacob. They were always supposed to tell him if Ginny ever did anything remotely dangerous and jumping on top of a two story house with a complete glass wall on one side and then jumping back down was definitely something he considered dangerous. Ginny's green eyes stared intently into his golden and he suddenly felt compelled to blink, something completely unnecessary for him. In an instant, Ginny's eyes were once again on the ground, staring intently at her small feet.

"You're mad at me aren't you? Her voice held no questioning tone, merely a solid statement. Carlisle sighed, slightly rubbing his temple, something that had become a habit since he adopted Alice and Jasper into their family. Gently he pushed her small face up to look at him, and was not surprised to see small tears brimming over her eyelashes and down her rosy cheeks. Ginny tended to cry when she thought someone was angry with her. She seemed to feel that the Cullens wouldn't want to keep her if she made them angry, a deep insecurity that seemed like it would never go away.

"I am not mad at you, don't worry," he placed his forehead onto hers, something he had done to his own little sister at times. The warmth of her skin was comforting to his icy cold skin. Despite growing up in relatively cold areas of the coastal United States, Ginny had delightfully warm skin, something that compelled many of the Cullens to hold her close to them. Ginny normally liked it, being held in the arms of someone, also something that was unusual about her.

"Really?' her small face light up when he smiled and her tears seemed to stop instantly. He chuckled lightly and gestured towards Esme to hand him the paper. Esme leaned down besides Carlisle and slipped the paper into his hand swiftly. Ginny followed the fluid movement through curious green eyes. Carlisle lightly held it up to her and Ginny gasped quietly at the green writing on the envelope.

Miss Ginervra Cullen,

3rd bedroom, second floor,

Forks, Washington

Carlisle chuckled lightly and placed the large envelope in her small hand. She continued to stare at with disbelieving eyes. Carlisle moved slightly and her eyes traveled up towards him curiously. Something Ginny had learned about the Cullens was that they never ever fidgeted, ever. So when he slightly moved his hand in a gesture for her to reopen the envelope, even her human eyes did not miss it. Her bright green eyes stared up at him, slightly unsure, her hand posed above the envelope, ready to pull out the letter. Carlisle gave her an encouraging smile and gestured again for her to open it. She smiled back and then swiftly took out the letter, being careful to not rip the thick parchment.

Her eyes quickly scanned across the letter, her eyes widening the farther down she went. Once she had finished reading it, her mesmerizing eyes swiveled up towards Carlisle, surprise etched across her face. He smiled and resisted laughing at her childish excitement. Esme had swiftly and silently left the room, preparing lunch for the small girl before she would notice her disappearance.

"Is this for real?" Carlisle could clearly hear the excitement in the small girl's voice. It made him happy, seeing his baby girl so excited. After all, Ginny had always wanted to have something different about her, not to be completely human. Whenever the vampires heard her speak like that they would laugh together at night, never in front of her as she wouldn't understand. It would be impossible to explain to the small girl how she certainly was different then any other human girl, even Bella.

"Yes, Albus is an old friend of man, he will be very kind to you while you are away," he beamed at the tiny girl. She looked like she was about to explode from excitement, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"Yes, why don't you go call you're siblings and tell them the good news?" he smiled at her, and she beamed. She turned around and ran out of the room in a sprint. If Carlisle didn't know any better he would say the girl was inhuman from her speed and agility. It had shocked them; the vampires who designed for the swift kill how easily the girl could keep up with them at a slow (for them, but inhuman speed. He heard her loud, exuberant voice talking swiftly into the phone, eagerly explaining the letter, quoting word for word what it said despite her having dropped it on the living room floor. It would be sad to see her go but he knew that she would be back and that took the pain away, at least a little.

Ten beautiful, devastatingly beautiful people stood in a far corner of the station. Harry had no idea who they were, or why they were there. The only thing that registered in his thirteen year old mind was that they were beautiful. Every single one of them was. He looked around; about to ask if any one of them had ever seen them but saw each one of them staring at them in the same fashion.

"Hey, there just muggles! Let's get a move on!" Fred declared as he and George tore their eyes away from the tall blonde girl at the same time. Surprisingly, the strange group turned to face them almost immediately after he said this and Harry found himself staring into a pair of startling golden eyes. The tiny woman gave him a bright, fleeting smile before turning towards a tall blonde man beside her. Harry gave a start, was it possible they could have heard them?

"Harry? What's the matter?" Hermione's voice broke him from his reverie and he turned to face his bushy haired friend. Her intelligent brown eyes stared worriedly at him.

"Huh? Oh, nothing. Fred's right, let's get going," he replied, trying to desperately shake off those wide golden eyes. It was like she was trying to tell him something, something he might not want to know the answer off. The others looked at him for a second before they took off, walking in the direction of platform nine and three-quarters. Before they could leap into it however, Mr. Weasley stopped him.

"May I speak to you Harry?" Harry nodded, wondering what he and Mr. Weasley could have to talk about in private. Mr. Weasley led him to a stone wall dividing Platforms six and seven and it vaguely registered in Harry's mind that they were closer towards the beautiful group and that they were looking at them curiously.

"What is it Mr. Weasley?" Harry distracted his mind from the tiny raven haired girl that had started staring at him with those protuberant golden eyes again.

"Well, you've heard of Sirius Black being on the loose right?" Harry nodded. He wondered if this was heading in the direction of the conversation he accidently over heard last night. A twinge of guilt ran down his spine as Mr. Weasley continued.

"Molly might not like that I'm talking to you about this, but I want you to promise me you won't go after him, no matter what. That man is too dangerous, he'll kill you without a second thought, understand?" Harry was taken surprise by what Mr. Weasley had said.

"Why would I want to go after him?" Mr. Weasley looked slightly pained, as if Harry's lack of wizard history pained him.

"Just promise you won't. Promise!" It might have been Harry's imagination but he swore that there was a hint of urgency laced in Mr. Weasley's voice.

"Okay, Mr. Weasley, I promise that I won't go after Sirius Black." Harry tried to hide the confusion in his voice but could have sworn Mr. Weasley. If he had, he chose to ignore it and instead turned back towards the others. Everyone else had gone through the barrier except for Mrs. Weasley, who was frantically waving them over and yelling that they were going to miss the train.

"Let's go," Mr. Weasley placed his hand in the small of Harry's back and guided him towards Mrs. Weasley. It was unnecessary but also comforting, the parental feeling the small touch made him feel. Mrs. Weasley grabbed him in a warm embrace and then ushered him through the barrier and onto the platform, quickly following after him. None of them realized the golden eyes that stared at them as they disappeared.

"I have to go through the brick wall?" the little red haired emphasized brick as she stared up at her father in disbelief. He chuckled and nodded.

"Yes. We'd go with you but the wall will reject us." He explained to her smiling down at her. She nodded shakily, not liking the idea of getting on a train or any other moving vehicle without her family present.

"Now Ginny, it's very important that you tell everyone, absolutely everyone that you are eleven, understand?" Carlisle looked down at her, his golden eyes smoldering down onto her. He smiled and then gave her a quick hug, knowing that it was going to be the last one until Christmas. She hugged everyone, some holding on longer than others before whispering her last goodbye and promising them she would write and making them promise they would write back and then turning to face the barrier. The barrier that happened to look like a brick wall, a very solid looking brick wall. She shot one last glance at her family, who gave her encouraging smiles, before beginning at a slow jog towards the wall. On the last few seconds she sped up and closed her eyes, silently anticipating a loud crash.

BAM!!

Hey everyone, sorry for the really long wait! I know I said I would include the train ride but I really wanted to get this up as soon as possible so a really long action packed train ride will be coming up! This chapter finally included the Potter characters! Ginny being so young and going to Hogwarts will be explained in later chapters just in case your wondering!

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