Chapter 3

James, Edward and Alice entered a circular room after climbing up a moving staircase that winded around a Phoenix statue.

After the three stepped in, Alice immediately recognized three familiar faces.

They were Harry Clearwater, Charlie Swan and Billy Black.

They were sitting around two huge basins that contained whispy waters and what seemed like memories.

James rushed over to one of the basins and buried his head in it. "Drat! I missed it! They are sleeping now! Screw earth's timezones!"

"Alice!" Charlie greeted warmly with opened arms while Charlie and Billy smiled their welcome with knowing faces. "It's about time! What took you so long?" Charlie asked anxiously.

"Charlie!" Alice returned his welcome. "Hold on, you were expecting me?"

"We saw you coming," Charlie replied, gesturing to the pensieve.

"Look who can see the future now," Edward sniggered.

"So, what are these?" Alice pointed to the basins.

"These are pensieves. They are what we use to monitor the whereabouts of our dear acquaintances who are still alive on Earth," Charlie said.

"You can google it," Edward said.

Billy Black finally spoke, "It's like a live camera, except we don't watch it from a screen. We sink our heads into this basin and enter the scene itself without them seeing us."

Harry Clearwater intercepted, "But it wasn't like the pensieves of our time when the only thing we can do with it is go back to our memories. Today, we can go to the past and the present. The one I used one with Dumbledore was so limited—"

"Wait, hold on, Mr. Clearwater, I know we've never talked before, but I'm quite sure that you're no wizard. Werewolf, maybe, since I met your kids, Leah and Seth. But certainly not a wizard. How do you know Professor Dumbledore, sir?" Alice asked confidently.

"You really don't remember, do you?" Harry Clearwater teased.

Alice looked lost as always.

"Look at me," Harry Clearwater said.

Alice studied Harry Clearwater. It was only then that she noticed his built but slender frame, his short height, his shoulder-long jet black hair and most of all, his emerald green eyes. Then, as if on cue, Harry swiped the wavy locks that were blocking his forehead. His forehead revealed a scar.

"Harry!" Alice cried. "Harry Potter!"

Alice couldn't believe it. Why didn't she see it before? Where did his glasses go? She opened her arms to give him a wide hug.

"Oh, Harry! I miss you!" She repeated, while shock sprawled throughout her face. "You were in La Push all this time? How could you?"

"I wanted to keep a low profile," Harry sighed as Alice let go of him.

"I don't understand," Alice said.

"It's a long and complicated story," Harry said.

"I can keep up," Alice said.

"Well, you probably heard back when you were still an active witch that Ginny and I got married and had three babies," Harry started.

"Yes, please continue," Alice said.

"Well, she passed away," Harry muttered, looking down. "I wallowed in self-depression for several years. I was empty. There was a hole in my heart. She mattered that much to me. And anything I do was trivial. I was debating whether I should just jump off the cliff to see her again."

"That's not very original," Edward said.

"My life was written first," Harry snapped.

"Moving on," Alice cut both of them.

"So instead of committing the usual suicide," Harry glared at Edward. "I renounced magic and anything that reminded me of her. I decided to go to a place on the other end of the world wherein I could feel like an isolated island. I apparated myself to La Push Reservation after researching it and obliviated myself."

"La Push," Billy grinned, reminiscing.

"Anyway, soon enough, a woman named Penelope Clearwater found me. It turned out she was Ginny's brother Percy's ex-girlfriend so she recognized me. However, she didn't announce what she knew to the wizarding world because it turned out that she too was in hiding," Harry explained.

"Wow. Really sounds complicated," Alice commented. "And I thought our relationship was complicated," she said looking at Edward.

"I only said it would be better if we weren't friends, not that I didn't want to be," Edward chuckled.

"Anyway," Harry started impatiently. "Penelope was in hiding because she didn't believe what her future would hold. It was only a few weeks before my arrival in La Push that her father told her a family secret that she couldn't accept."

"What was it?" Alice asked.

"That her children would be werewolves," Billy said.

Alice covered her mouth with her hands.

Harry continued, "Anyway, like me, she didn't want to see her father or anything that would remind her of him so she traveled to the distant place of La Push. When she found me, she didn't reveal anything to me about who I was, except for the fact that my name was Harry. She did tell me her story; however, but left out anything that was related to the wizarding world. We decided to live together and soon, we fell in love."

"Aww," Alice sighed. "How romantic."

Edward stared at Alice. "You are in desperate need of a Jasper, right now."

Alice curved her lips downwards and nodded.

"And Penelope gave birth to Leah and Seth, both of whom were werewolves, right?" Edward said.

Harry nodded. "And since we were new in town, we convinced all our neighbors that we were married. I took her surname."

"Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around?" Billy sniggered. "That is kind of twisted."

"Not as twisted as your life story," Harry guffawed as he shoved Billy.