So I'm actually having a lot of fun writing this story! I never really minded the Twilight books, it's the movies that really made me not like the series, but now that I'm using the characters, they're actually pretty cool. By the way, if you're confused, the year is 2008 and Harry, Ron, and Hermione are all 27 years old. Btw, I'm going off the release years of the Twilight books, not the movies. Same with Harry Potter.

A Girl Named Renesmee

She was just a little girl, and not a very impressive one at that, unless you count having a full set of straight, pearly white teeth and a very hairy head, impressive. Harry gazed at her, unsure of how such a tiny, insignificant being could be in such a huge pickle that strong, powerful vampires call on magical people. Hermione was smitten right away, chatting and smiling frighteningly at the child. Ron gave Harry a strange look. He was just as confused as Harry was.
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This is our daughter," Edward said, wrapping his arms around the child, and walking her away from the boy, Jacob. Jacob was wholly different than the vampires, with dark, tan skin and brown, spiky hair. He had a strange, circular tattoo on one arm, and he smelled strongly of firewood and pine needles. Harry had an inkling that the boy wasn't completely human either. "She's beautiful," Hermione cooed, letting Renesmee shake her hand. It was strange, seeing Hermione act this way. Harry had never seen her around children before, but he suspected that perhaps this was Hermione's way of convincing Ron to have children. Merlin knows they've been arguing about it for months.

Harry glanced at Ron over his shoulder, who was noticeably uncomfortable. "You alright, Ron?" Harry asked, startling Ron. He huffed, and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I'm alright," he responded. Harry smirked at him, and then turned back to the vampires. "So, what exactly is the problem you have with this child?" he asked. Bella's eyes flickered up to meet Edward's, and Harry knew that if she could blush she would've been. Edward swallowed, and started to open his mouth, but Alice, the spiky-haired vampire, cut him off.

"Why don't you just let Renesmee show him?" she suggested. What? Show? It was impossible, Renesmee was a kid, she couldn't very well act out what her problem was. Alice must've seen the confused look on Harry's face, because she smiled softly and took his hand, pulling him closer to Renesmee. Alice's hand was ice cold, and hard as stone. It reminded Harry of Wormtail's metallic hand. Harry was close to Renesmee now, and he could see in her eyes the shine of knowledge. The child was intelligent beyond her years.

She lifted her hand, ever so slightly. "Don't be afraid," she whispered, as she rested her hand on Harry's cheek.

Harry felt as if he had dunked his head into a Pensieve. His surroundings melted away, and reformed into new ones. Faded, and blurry around the edges, Harry saw Bella, a different Bella, a fragile, malnourished, and exhausted Bella. She was crying out, her hair clinging to her sweaty forehead. Bella was giving birth. Harry began to feeling very uncomfortable, but then he realized that he was seeing this memory through Renesmee's eyes, and she had already been born. She was looking up at Bella, who whispered her name, before seemingly dying. Suddenly, Harry, or rather, Renesmee, was whisked away, and the memory faded away, and Harry returned to the present.

"That was a memory," he stated. The vampires looked shocked. "How did you know that?" Carlisle asked, stepping forward. Harry, feeling a bit bashful, shrugged his shoulders. "We have something like that where I come from," he said simply. Carlisle looked fascinated, and would have probably asked more questions had Hermione not started begging to see what Harry had seen. As Hermione was experiencing the memory, Harry was full of questions.

"I saw you, Bella, but you were different,'' Harry began. Bella nodded. "I gave birth to Renesmee when I was still human. She tore her way out of my stomach, and that's why my heart stopped beating," she explained. Harry nodded, waiting for more. Bella seemed to be waiting for a bigger reaction. Harry began to feel awkward.

"How is this not shocking to you?" Jasper, the emotion manipulator, asked. Harry's face grew hot. "You guys just need to understand that the world I live in is full of the unimaginable, so what you're explaining isn't all that strange. We're not Muggles, we know what crazy things exist in this world," Harry explained.

Jasper contemplated this, but didn't press the issue further. Harry beckoned to Bella to continue. Bella obliged. "Well, you see, Renesmee is part-vampire, and in our history, children who were vampires were violent, and unable to be taught to conceal themselves, and so they were outlawed," Ron cut Bella off. "But you just said that Renesmee was only part-vampire," Bella nodded. "She is. But a cousin of ours spotted Renesmee from a distance, and believed her to be full vampire. She notified the Volturi, which means that we are in great danger. The Volturi have other issues with us, on top of Renesmee," Bella finished.

"What are the Volturi?" Ron asked, narrowing his eyes. Hermione answered. "They're like the governing body of the vampires. They live in Italy, but they have no knowledge of a magical community, though they are closely monitored by both the British and the American Ministries of Magic," The rest of the vampires looked dumbfounded, shocked. To Harry, it was quite comical to see a group of such powerful beings looking so stupid.

"How do you know about the Volturi? Or should I even ask?" The strong, burly one, Emmett, said. Hermione crossed her arms. "Just because you don't know about us doesn't mean we don't know about you. Just assume that I know enough about your kind, because, well, I do," she said snarkily, smirking at Emmett, who narrowed his eyes and retreated backward.

Harry pressed forward. They'd have time to swap stories later. "What exactly do you need our help for?" he asked. Edward answered this time. "We're gathering witnesses to help us prove that Renesmee is half-human, when the Volturi eventually arrive. With your extensive magical abilities, and our natural ones, I believe that we will be able to convince the Volturi to leave us in peace," He waited for Harry to reply. Harry had a lot to consider. Was it really worth getting involved with these American vampires? Harry knew that the Ministry of Magic would be against helping any vampire, but Harry knew that these vampires were different.

They just wanted to protect those they loved. Harry thought of Ginny, and how he would do anything he could to protect her. "I'll stand by you," he said. Hermione stepped forward. "So will I,'' she said. Harry looked to Ron, who smiled, and stood up straighter. "Count me in," he said. Edward's eyes filled with happiness, and he smiled from ear to ear. He clasped his hands together.

"Thank you three so much, how can I ever thank you?" he asked. Hermione smiled at him. "Don't worry about thanks right now, Edward, we need to get to work," she said. Harry looked at her. She already had a plan? The vampires looked a little taken aback as well. "I need you all to show me everything that you can physically and mentally do," Oh, that was actually a good plan. Not to mention, Harry was very curious. And he wouldn't mind showing off to the vampires a bit, either.

In a battle between supernatural power and magic, magic will always win. Right?