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List of POVs:

Bella – BPOV

Edward – EPOV

Renesmee – NPOV

Jacob – JPOV

Alice – APOV

Jasper – JasPOV

Emmet – EmPOV

Rosalie – RPOV

Harry – HPOV

Ron – RonPOV

Hermione - HerPOV

17 Visions

BPOV

Christmas approached and I could almost taste the excitement in the air. The atmosphere made Jasper a lot happier than usual, and he in turn spread it onto the rest of us.

It was the last DA meeting before the holidays and we were walking down to the Room of Requirement when Alice gasped delightedly.

"Finally!" she exclaimed.

'What did you see?" several voices asked her.

"Oh, nothing," she replied innocently, and didn't elaborate.

We entered the room and smiled at the Christmas decorations that Harry told us Dobby had put up. Edward beamed and pulled me to the centre of the room where a sprig of mistletoe hung.

"No spies," he leaned down to murmur in my ear, and I grinned. He only had to turn his face slightly to meet my lips. I kissed him back passionately, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling his face down further to crush myself to him.

Edward pulled back after a minute and chuckled. He kissed me again, briefly. "We have an audience," he reminded me.

I looked around to see that the room was now half full, and everyone was watching us with bemused expressions. "Damn," I sighed.

We split into pairs like always and practised the Impediment jinx on each other. It was highly entertaining for our family, as the curse didn't affect us but we had to pretend it did. At least we were good at standing motionless for minutes at a time, so I think everyone believed it. After this, we practised stunning.

Harry dismissed us after an hour, and Alice beckoned us out of the room enthusiastically.

"What's going on, Alice?" I asked in annoyance, and she beamed.

"Harry and Cho!" she giggled.

"No way!" yelled Emmett, "It's about damn time!"

I grinned. "That's great!"

"That's so cute!" exclaimed Renesmee.

Edward and I headed back to the common room where Hermione and Ron were already waiting.

"Where's Harry?" demanded Ron.

"He's been held up," Edward replied, "He'll be up soon."

"Is it Cho?" asked Hermione smugly.

I grinned. "It might be."

Ron howled with laughter and the rest of us chuckled quietly.

Hermione pulled out a long piece of parchment and started writing a letter, a small smile on her face, and Ron started his Transfiguration homework. Edward sat on the floor and I lay next to him with my head in his lap. He stroked my hair gently and I closed my eyes with a sigh.

Harry didn't return until half an hour later, wearing a shocked expression. I giggled quietly as he sunk into a free armchair and stared at the fire blankly.

"Are you alright, Harry?" asked Hermione in concern, setting her parchment aside.

He shrugged silently, and Hermione and Ron looked at each other.

"What's up?" asked Ron, "What happened?"

Harry didn't answer, and Edward intervened. "Just tell them."

He shot Edward an annoyed glare, and I pressed my lips together to stop myself laughing.

"Was it Cho?" Hermione prompted, and he looked at her, surprised. He nodded.

Ron snickered. "So…er…what did she want?" he asked innocently.

"She," Harry choked, "she…er…"

Hermione was impatient. "Did you kiss?" she burst out uncharacteristically.

We watched him eagerly, awaiting his answer. After a moment's hesitation, he nodded. I let myself beam at him, and Ron laughed loudly, causing Harry to turn red.

"You already knew we would," he told Edward and I, frowning half-heartedly.

"Alice told us earlier," I confirmed, smiling, "I'm really happy for you!"

Harry's frown turned into an embarrassed grin.

"Well?" asked Ron bluntly, "How was it?"

Edward snorted at the question, and perhaps the answer in Harry's mind.

"Wet," he replied after a moment, earning a look of disgust. "She was crying," he clarified.

"Well that's not too bad," I said slowly, looking at Edward, "I still remember our first kiss."

He chuckled back. "Was that the time you were a touch eager, or the time you fainted on me?"

Harry and Ron looked up in interest. "What happened?" asked Harry, clearly trying to pull the subject away from him. "You seriously fainted?"

"I forgot to breathe," I laughed, "It wouldn't be a problem now."

"But what sort of person cries while someone's kissing them?" Ron continued indignantly.

Hermione sighed in annoyance and stared at them. I knew how she felt; she wouldn't need to explain this to a girl.

"Don't you understand how Cho's feeling at the moment?" she asked, then continued before they could answer, "Well, obviously she's feeling very sad, because of Cedric dying. Then I expect she's feeling confused because she liked Cedric and now she likes Harry, and she can't work out who she likes best. Then she'll be feeling guilty, thinking it's an insult to Cedric's memory to be kissing Harry at all, and she'll be worrying about what everyone else might say about her if she starts going out with Harry. And she probably can't work out what her feelings towards Harry are, anyway, because he was the one with Cedric when Cedric died, so that's all very mixed up and painful. Oh, and she's afraid she's going to be thrown off the Ravenclaw Quidditch team because she's been flying so badly."

"Poor girl," I murmured, and Edward nodded in agreement.

"One person can't feel all that at once," Ron said, sounding stunned, "they'd explode."

Edward and I laughed. "Just ask Jasper," he advised, "Although I admit it is unusual for a human to feel so many mixed emotions."

"That's the way love works," I sighed, and watched Harry's face redden at the mention of love.

Edward and I went up to the boy's dormitory with Harry and Ron, after wishing Hermione a goodnight. We lay together on Edward's bed, with his arms around my waist, and we stared into each other's eyes, occasionally pecking the other on the lips or nose.

Eventually I heard Harry and Ron's breathing deepen as they dropped off to sleep, and I rested my head against Edward's chest, closing my eyes contentedly. "I love you," I whispered and felt his lips press gently against my forehead.

APOV

A huge snake slithered down a dark stone hallway. A man was sleeping several metres away, slumped against a door, a silvery Cloak spread on the floor beside him. The snake tasted the air with her tongue, hissing quietly, and the man awoke. He spied the snake and leapt to his feet, withdrawing a wand from his pocket. The snake struck the man's torso with her sharp fangs, cracking his ribs, spilling his warm, delicious blood…

I pulled myself out of the vision with a cry as soon as I watched his blood spill. Just the look of it was so tempting, made me so thirsty…

I shook my head to clear it of the thirst, and became aware of Jasper supporting me unnecessarily. "What is it?" he asked urgently, "What did you see?"

"Arthur Weasley…there was a huge snake…so much blood…"

Jasper hugged me to his chest. "We need to speak to Professor Dumbledore."

I nodded, and we left the common room, slightly too fast in our urgency.

BPOV

Edward stiffened with a gasp, his eyes horrified. He looked over to where Harry was twitching in his sleep and lurched himself off the bed.

"What's the matter?" I asked, frightened.

He looked back at me, and his eyes were black, despite our hunting trip just last week. He fell to his knees and grabbed the bed frame. I ran to him with a cry, but he stopped me. "Stay where you are! I don't want to hurt you!"

If I could've cried, I would've, I was so scared. I watched Edward clench his jaw together as though in restraint, and then sink his teeth into the mattress. I screamed in distress, waking the other boys.

"Wake him!" panted Edward, hunching over himself with his jaw locked.

I turned to Harry, who was now thrashing around and covered in sweat, and shook him awake. Ron joined me.

"Harry! HARRY!"

Harry gasped and opened his eyes, sitting bolt upright. At the same time, Edward relaxed, his eyes remaining wary. I went straight to his side and stroked his face anxiously. "Are you okay?" I asked frantically, "What happened?"

Harry was panting, holding his head as though it was about to fall apart. He leaned over and I smelled the sickly scent of fresh vomit. Ron held his shoulder while he got his breath back.

"Your dad," he moaned, "Your dad's…been attacked…"

I stared at Edward with wide eyes. Had he seen this? But what had caused his reaction?

"What?" asked Ron blankly.

"Your dad!" Harry repeated, "He's been bitten, it's serious, there was blood everywhere…"

I gasped when he said 'bitten', my mind automatically fearing the worst. "What bit him?" I demanded anxiously.

"A snake…it was huge…he was bleeding so much…"

I relaxed slightly once I knew it hadn't been a vampire attack.

"It wasn't a dream!" Edward hissed to me urgently, "I saw it too! It was from the snake's perspective! I tasted the blood!"

I gasped. No wonder he was in so much distress! I understood why he bit the mattress, instead of the delicious humans in the room…the control it must have taken…

Neville re-entered the room – I hadn't realised he'd left – and Professor McGonagall followed.

"It's Ron's dad!" gasped Harry at once, "He's been attacked by a snake and it's serious, I saw it happen."

Professor McGonagall frowned. "What do you mean, you saw it happen?"

"He had a vision!" said Edward, regaining control and standing up. I clutched his hand tightly. "It's true…he saw everything."

"I believe you, Potter," said Professor McGonagall, "Put on your dressing gown…we're going to see the Headmaster."

Harry moved immediately, pulling on his dressing gown and glasses without hesitation. The actions weren't weak at all, which surprised me.

"We're coming too," announced Edward so firmly that Professor McGonagall didn't argue.

"Weasley, you ought to come too," she said.

The four of us followed her through the corridor, and Edward left for a moment to find Carlisle. He returned under a minute later with both Carlisle and Esme hurrying along urgently.

"Are you okay, Harry?" asked Carlisle, the doctor side of him taking over.

"I'm fine." He was still pale and sweaty, and his voice shook, so I wasn't surprised they didn't believe him. Esme put a reassuring arm around his shoulder and pulled him along slowly.

"It's okay, dear," she told him quietly.

We reached the gargoyle that guarded the Headmaster's office, and it sprung aside when Professor McGonagall gave the password. We ascended the spiral staircase quickly, and the door swung open before Professor McGonagall could knock.

Alice stood there, looking worried, and Jasper was a few feet behind her. Professor McGonagall ushered us inside, and Professor Dumbledore stood up from his desk.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I am assuming Alice has already told you," said Edward, "Harry had the same vision."

Jasper slipped out of the room silently and Albus looked at Edward calmly.

"How did you see this?" he asked Harry, not meeting his eyes.

"I don't know…in a dream," Harry replied in an annoyed tone.

"You misunderstand me. I mean…can you remember…er…where were you positioned as you watched the attack happen?" he clarified.

"Tell him," murmured Edward.

Harry hesitated. "I was the snake," he admitted, "I saw it all from the snake's point of view."

"It was as though he was in the snake's mind," added Edward, "I heard his thoughts. When the snake bit Arthur…it took all my control not to attack anyone myself. It was very realistic."

Carlisle shot a look at him, and he nodded.

Albus was calm…he reminded me a bit of Carlisle. "Is Arthur seriously injured?" he asked finally.

"Yes," replied Harry, Edward and Alice.

"He doesn't have long left," said Alice, "You need to send help now."

Harry and Ron shivered at her words.

Albus addressed two of the portraits on the wall. "Everard? And you too, Dylis!" The portraits snapped to attention immediately, if drowsily. "You were listening?"

They nodded.

"The man has red hair and glasses. Everard, you will need to raise the alarm, make sure he is found by the right people…"

Both portraits nodded again and left their frames. Alice relaxed. "They will find him in a couple of minutes," she informed us, "He will be taken straight to the hospital. He is badly injured, but he's alive."

Professor McGonagall conjured chairs out of nowhere, and Harry and Ron sat down. The rest of us remained standing.

Albus stroked his pet phoenix's head. "We will need a warning," he murmured. The phoenix was engulfed in flames and disappeared.

We were all silent until the portraits reappeared, and gave Albus the news Alice had already told him.

Jasper came back then, followed by Rosalie, Emmett, Jacob, Renesmee, Ginny, Fred and George.

The Weasley children looked frightened.

"Harry…what's going on?" asked Ginny, "Professor McGonagall says you saw Dad get hurt…"

Albus filled them in. "I am sending you back to Sirius' house, which is much more convenient for the hospital than the Burrow. You will meet your mother there."

He created a Portkey from an old black kettle, and summoned everyone forward. We placed a finger each on the kettle.

"One…two…" before Albus could say 'three', Edward tensed. "Three."

The world was spinning suddenly, and we were glued to the kettle. We flew faster and faster, and then we were back on solid ground.

Harry and the Weasleys were on the ground, having fallen on impact, but everyone else was standing. We helped them up, and looked around. We were in the kitchen basement of Sirius' house. Sirius himself hurried towards us anxiously.

"What's going on?"

We filled him in hurriedly, Harry, Alice and Edward supplying the details. Ginny, Fred and George looked curious as to how our family was involved.

"We've got to get to St Mungo's," said Ginny, looking ready to leave right then.

"Hang on," interrupted Sirius, "You can't just go tearing off to St Mungo's!"

"Course we can!" exclaimed Fred, "He's our dad!"

"And how are you going to explain how you knew Arthur was attacked before the hospital even let his wife know?"

"I saw it too," suggested Alice, but Carlisle shook his head.

"We don't want them finding out about your gifts, Alice. It's best not to."

"And we don't want to be drawing attention to Harry for that matter, either," said Sirius logically. "Especially since your father was injured whilst on duty for the Order."

"We don't care about the dumb Order!" yelled Fred.

"It's our dad dying we're talking about!" shouted George.

Alice looked at Jasper meaningfully and they calmed down a little.

"Your father will be okay," she told them, "Trust me; if anything were to happen I'll know. I'll be watching out for him. There is nothing else you can do for him now."

"What do you mean?" asked Ginny wearily, "Alice, you said you saw the attack too. What's going on?"

Alice sighed. "I may as well tell you…you can be trusted for this much at least. I have visions of the future. I will see it if something changes with your father's condition."

"You all need to relax," said Jasper, "Actually, I'm not even asking that much…you just need to calm down a bit."

They sighed, and Ginny collapsed into a chair, exhausted.

"You should sleep," advised Carlisle, but she shot him a look, and we knew none of them were going to sleep tonight.

Esme moved Ginny to the side so she could sit down, and sat her in her lap, cradling her gently. "It'll be okay, honey."

The others sat down, too, and Sirius summoned bottles of Butterbeer for everyone who could drink. The kitchen was silent, save for the thuds of bottles being set on the table, and the crackling of a fireplace.

Finally, the door swung open and Molly Weasley entered the kitchen. "He's going to be alright," she told us, her voice shaky, "He's sleeping. We can all go and see him later."

The tension in the room eased at once. George stood up to give his mother a hug, and Esme let Ginny down to join them. Ron laughed in relief and Fred slumped back in his chair. Harry looked particularly relieved. I let out the breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding, and Edward embraced me. The rest of our family also unfroze, and hugged and kissed each other. Jasper was looking much happier, now that the Weasleys' depression wasn't affecting him anymore.

Sirius started to make breakfast, after failing in calling Kreacher down, and Esme helped. Harry and Mrs Weasley got up to help, but she insisted they sit down and rest.

"Sirius," mumbled Harry after a while, his voice tense, "Can I have a quick word? Er…now?"

Edward hesitated, as though to follow them out of the room, but then he looked down at me, and relaxed back into our chair. "He's concerned about his vision," he told me in a whisper, "He's worried something's wrong with him."

The humans slept for the rest of the morning, all except for Harry. We heard him moving around his room, and the creak of the bed frame when he shifted.

"Should we go talk to him?" I asked Edward, but he shook he's head.

"He just wants to be alone. He'll talk when he's ready."

I nodded in agreement, but I couldn't help feeling worried about the boy. He was a good friend, and I didn't like the idea of him hurting over something like this. Maybe it was my maternal instincts, but I wanted to comfort him.

I sat on the edge of Renesmee's bed and smoothed her hair out of her sleeping face. If I couldn't help Harry, at least I could look after my own child.