Renesmee Cullen and the Angel's Domain

Chapter 6: Renesmee Versus Peter Pettigrew

Renesmee didn't sleep much at all throughout the weeks that came. On the morning of her birthday, she was sitting cross-legged on her four-poster bed reading a book Harry lent her called Flying with the Cannons, a book about Ron Weasley's favorite Quidditch team the Chudley Cannons. It wasn't like Renesmee didn't sleep - no, she had managed to get a few hours shut-eye whenever she got too drowsy - but every time she drifted off to sleep, the same weird dream woke her back up. Renesmee was now intrigued by the book she was reading she barely heard the light knocking at the dormitory door. "Come in," she said quietly and her mother came in wearing a beautiful midnight blue T-shirt underneath a black jacket. "Hi, Mom."

"Hey, honey," Bella said sitting on the edge of the bed. "Are you okay? Harry told me that you had a very odd dream." Renesmee nodded. "I talked to Grandpa Carlisle and he said that what you saw wasn't part of your abilities so you shouldn't -"

"Harry thinks that my fear sort of started the vision thing," Renesmee interrupted. "When I told him about my dream, he seemed really concerned. He was the only one I could go to for this kind of thing."

"It's okay, honey, we know," Bella said soothingly and gently pulled Renesmee onto her lap and stroked her curly copper hair. "Let's not worry about the dream just yet. We still have your birthday to celebrate!" Renesmee completely forgot about her own birthday and stood up. "I thought that might get your attention." Renesmee dressed quickly in her school robes, pulled her hair back with a red-and-gold headband she found in Hogsmeade then went straight down to breakfast.

When Renesmee reached the Gryffindor table, she saw a bunch of owls waiting for her, each carrying a package and an envelope. "Morning, Nessie," said Jacob Black smiling at her. "Happy thirteenth birthday!" Renesmee hugged him and sat down. "Looks like you've got some presents."

"That's right," said Ron sitting down next to Rose. "Most of them are from the other vampire covens. The Denali sent yout this one." He handed Renesmee a rectangular box which she opened and gently held a bracelet with her name on it. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"It's amazing." Renesmee said smiling and put it on. Hermes, Percy Weasley's owl, trotted up to her with a box tied to his leg which she carefully untied and opened. It was a plate of homemade mince pies. Hagrid had sent her a birthday cake with green icing that said Happy Birthday, Renesmee and a few other gifts from the Cullen family. "Thank you...all of you. This is amazing."

"Hold on," said Buffy running up to her. She was carrying a bag and handed it to her. "I had to go all the way to London to get them but it was worth it, and the stuff at the bottom is hand made." Renesmee pulled out a leather jacket and a pair of leather boots then, from the bottom of the bag, she pulled out a box of wooden stakes with silver tips. "The silver-tipped stakes will help when you fight Molochs and Belials. They won't kill them, but they hurt like hell." Renesmee grinned and placed the box of stakes in her school bag. "Anyway, I want to let you know that your D.A.D.A. lesson is going to be quite exciting this time. Just wait." Renesmee smiled again and hugged Buffy.

After breakfast, Renesmee met up with Gabe, one of the two new students in Hogwarts this year. "Happy birthday, Renesmee," he said with a smile showing his perfect white teeth. Renesmee thanked him and saw something odd about him...at first she thought it was just the sunlight bouncing off his fair skin...there was a glow of gold outlining his body and it was pulsing. "So, are you ready for Transfiguration this morning? I hear Professor Finnigan is setting some really hard essays and projects for us."

"I'm ready," Renesmee said confidently. "I studied the textbook during the summer so I could be ready for this. I'm also preparing for Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, Charms and...God help me...Divination." Gabe's light expression turned hard at the mention of the class and said nothing. "Something wrong with Divination?"

"Let's just say I don't like Divination all that much," Gabe said bitterly. "No human should ever have the ability to see the future and besides," the corners around his eyes crinkled a little as he smiled, "I think Divination's a hoax anyway. Sure, old Sybill Trelawney inherited the ability to prophecy and see things no one couldn't, but she was a bit overdramatic when she taught classes. Mr. Potter told me when I spoke to him last." Renesmee shook her head with a grin as they headed to Professor Finnigan's classroom for Transfiguration which they were learning about Animagi (the ability to transform into an animal at will).

Professor Finnigan had his class taking notes on his lecture. "Animagi are wizards and witches who can transform into animals at any given time. Professor McGonagall can turn into a tabby cat. She demonstrated it in my first year of Hogwarts when Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were late to class on our first day." He gave a small laugh before tapping the blackboard behind his desk. There was a picture of a wizard standing upright and when he tapped it with his wand, the diagram came to life and slowly transformed into a dog. "It is very hard to become an Animagus. First you have to choose the animal you wish to transform into and register that transformation with the Ministry of Magic's Improper Use of Magic Office, and the magic to make yourself an Animagus is very complex.

"There are very few registered Animagi in the Wizarding World right now. Professor McGonagall is the only living registered Animagus at the moment, but there are more unregistered Animagi." Professor Finnigan tapped the blackboard with his wand again and several portraits appeared. "James Potter, father of Harry Potter, transformed into a large stag, Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, transformed into a large dog, Peter Pettigrew..." Renesmee, who was resting her eyes on her desk and trying to stay awake, raised her head at the name and felt a sudden surge of fear. "...turned himself into a rat, and Rita Skeeter, an reporter for the Daily Prophet, was able to turn into a beetle to get stories when people wouldn't talk to her. Any questions?" Renesmee raised her hand. "Yes, Miss Cullen?"

"Professor, I've heard a lot about Peter Pettigrew and that he was a follower of Lord Voldemort," Renesmee said timidly, "but exactly how does he fit into Harry's life?"

Professor Finnigan's eyes narrowed slightly and when he spoke, it was with a cold voice. "Peter Pettigrew betrayed Harry Potter's parents' whereabouts to Lord Voldemort twenty years ago after Professor Snape heard a prophecy explaining that a boy was to be born at the end of July...a boy with the power to stop the Dark Lord. Voldemort thought the prophecy was talking about the Potters, so he went and killed Harry's parents then turned his wand upon him. Twelve years later, Harry entered his third year of Hogwarts under the protection of Dementors, creatures that would suck your soul out if they performed the Dementor's Kiss on you. The dementors were looking for Sirius Black because he escaped from Azkaban prison early in the summer.

"I really don't know all the details, Miss Cullen," said Professor Finnigan, "you can ask Harry Potter yourself or try and get the memory from him." Renesmee nodded and went back to her work.

The next class was Muggle Studies which was taught by Dawn Summers. Most teachers wore their favorite robes but Dawn was not that way. Renesmee smiled as she sat down at her desk with her copy of Home Life and Social Habits of British Muggles opened and ready to go. Dawn wore a hot pink sweater, a pair of blue jeans and her favorite sneakers. Her brown hair was in a half ponytail with the bottom half of her hair falling down her back in loose curls. Everyone in the class knew that this was not going to be a normal Muggle Studies class because there were electronic devices on the teacher's desk. Dawn was sitting at her desk waiting for the class to quiet down for they were all muttering excitedly. "Good morning, third years," she said smiling, "and welcome to your first Muggle Studies lesson. On my desk are a number of electronic devices Muggles use in place of magical items." She gestured the items on her desk. "Now, before I start the lecture, I need someone to tell me another thing that Muggles have that the Wizarding World doesn't have." Rose Weasley raised her hand and Dawn pointed at her.

"They don't fly on broomsticks and they have different sports than Quidditch," said Rose.

"Very true," said Dawn slowly, "but that's not what I was looking for. Muggles do have moving pictures, but these pictures tell a story and the people in these pictures are played by hired actors." Dawn placed a number of VHS tapes and DVDs on the desk for everyone to see. "During the early nineties, Muggles watched the pictures on these tapes, but during the early twenty-first century, the tapes became plastic discs called DVDs." She put the VHS tapes and the DVDs back in her bag and sat down. "Now, Muggles use electricity to power their electronic devices and to give light to their homes and sometime to heat their homes as well.

"I'm sure a lot of you know that Muggles use somewhat different means of transportation than broomsticks." Dawn said with a nod. "Can anyone tell me a few?" To everyone's surprise, Scorpius Malfoy raised his hand. "Yes, Scorpius?"

"Muggles use cars," he said, "airplanes, trains and bicycles to get around."

"Very good," said Dawn. "Ten points to Slytherin. Yes, Muggles use cars, airplanes, trains and bicycles to get around. The first car was built in 1902 in the United States and throughout the decades, the cars have become very high-tech." Dawn glanced at her watch and sighed. "We've got almost five minutes before the bell rings, so, for homework, I want you to write a three-foot essay on how Muggles use electricity and their transportation to replace magic. If you need any help, ask Mr. Giles in the library. The essay is due Wednesday." As she said the last words, the bell rang indicating lunch, then the third years went to Hagrid's hut for Care of Magical Creatures.

Hagrid was waiting by the edge of the forest, a grin visible underneath his shaggy beard. Once the class was ready, he said, "I've got a great lesson for yeh. Follow me." They followed him into a large clearing in the forest and the class stood ten feet in front of what looked like a hybrid of an eagle and a horse. The creature's head, chest and front feet were that of an eagle's while its back end was a horse. Nobody spoke, but some gave a short shriek when they unfastened their belts around their copies of The Monster Book of Monsters they were assigned. "Can anyone tell me what creature I have here?" Hagrid asked the class and, as usual, Rose raised her hand. "Go on, Rose."

"That's a hippogriff," she said in surprise. "They're really proud creatures. Uncle Harry told me about them." Hagrid awarded Gryffindor ten points and then asked why you wouldn't want to insult them. "Well, if you insult a hippogriff, they would probably attack you."

"Right y'are, Rose," said Hagrid. "Hippogriffs are very proud creatures. This one is Buckbeak, the very same hippogriff Sirius Black escaped on back in Harry Potter's third year. Now, Buckbeak is quite easy to maintain. All yeh have to do is feed him a dead ferret, and he's happy." Hagrid clapped his hands together and asked, "So...who wants to try and pet 'im?" To everyone's surprise, Scorpius stepped forward. "Well done, Scorpius," said Hagrid, "but don't be like yer father, alright? Draco insulted Buckbeak right after Harry was done and was attacked. We don't need another lawsuit on me hands."

"It's okay, Hagrid," said Scorpius, "I know what to do." Hagrid nodded and Scorpius stepped forward slowly, stopped in front of Buckbeak and gave a low bow without breaking eye contact. Within a minute, Buckbeak lowered his head and bent his knees. Renesmee smiled as Scorpius slowly walked forward a little, his hand outstretched and Buckbeak let him touch his beak. "That was fun, actually. Kind of intense."

"Ten points to Slytherin!" Hagird declared and the rest of the Slytherin class, including Lilith Demona, applauded him. "Let's try someone else...Renesmee!" Renesmee gave a small gulp and, once she was a few feet from Buckbeak, gave a low bow without breaking eye contact. Buckbeak bent his knees and lowered his head, allowing her to come closer and pet him. "Very good, Renesmee! I think yeh can pat him now." Renesmee and Buckbeak got within an inch of each other and she was stroking his feathers with a smile on her face. "Well done, Renesmee. Well done. I think he may let yeh ride 'im now."

"What?" Renesmee said and before she could stop him, Hagrid had lifted her into the air and set her atop of Buckbeak. "Hagrid, are you out of your mind?"

"Nah," Hagrid said smiling, "but I must warn yeh not to pluck out any of his feathers. He won't thank yeh fer that." He smacked the hippogriff's backside with the palm of his hand and Buckbeak gave out a shrill cry and took off with Renesmee screaming at the top of her lungs. Bella and Edward ran up to the paddock where the rest of the class was and asked what was going on. "Jus' teachin' about hippogriffs, that's all." Hagrid assured them. "Yer daughter's doin' a fantastic job with Buckbeak. She got a chance to ride him."

"Ride him?" Edward mouthed in shock and looked up to the sky. There was Renesmee riding on the silver hippogriff with her arms spread like wings and giving shouts of joy. "Is this how you teach your classes, Hagrid? Letting your students ride the creatures they're supposed to learn to take care of?"

"Don't worry about it, Edward," Hagrid said. "Buckbeak's a good hippogriff once yeh get ter know 'im. Ask Harry! He'll tell yeh." Edward shook his head and looked at Bella who was growling angrily. "Ar, she'll be fine, Bella. Jus' give yer daughter a chance to have a little fun, alright?"

"You call this fun?" Bella hissed. "I can understand teaching about how to care for the creature's feathers, but letting my daughter ride one? That's...that...God, that looks like fun."

"I think it's amazing," said Lilith with a grin. "I would do the same thing, if I had that chance." Bella and Edward stared at her and Lilith's grin faded. "Sorry, I was just sharing my opinion." Bella shrugged and watched as Buckbeak landed on the ground and Renesmee climbed off of him and ran toward the rest of the class. "You were amazing up there! How was it?"

Renesmee's eyes sparkled with happiness as she said, "It was unbelievable! Buckbeak's claws actually touched the lake and...oh, Mom, you would've loved being up there! It was...wow!" Bella didn't know how to answer her about this but smiled anyway. The bell rang and everyone walked to their next class, which was Charms for the third years. Angel was waiting for Renesmee as she made it to the classroom. "Hi, Angel. Did you have a good night?"

"Not exactly," said Angel. Renesmee noticed that he was limping slightly and asked what was wrong. "I was making my rounds on the grounds and started to talk to Hagrid last night. Apparently Buckbeak doesn't like me." He lifted up the leg of his pants and showed a long gash on his lower leg. "I didn't even insult him! Buckbeak just screeched and attacked me without a second thought."

"Did you bow to him?" Bella asked curiously. "From what Hagrid told me, you have to bow without breaking eye contact before you can see him." Angel nodded. "I guess Buckbeak didn't like you at all. He really took to Nessie. Let her ride him and all." Angel smiled and checked his watch. "Looks like it's time for me to go. I'll see you guys at dinner." Bella pulled Renesmee into a hug then took off toward the Grand Staircase leading to the entrance hall.

Professor Rosenberg was like the other new teachers at Hogwarts; she didn't wear normal wizard robes like most teachers. Instead, she was wearing a floral dress with a yellow blouse and a pair of floral clogs. "Good afternoon, my friends," she said with a happy smile. Willow sounded pretty chipper today. "I'll collect your essays on the Carpe Retractum Charm and then we'll be learning how to perform the charm. Now to recap. Carpe Retractum is somewhat like the Summoning Charm, but instead of an object flying to the wizard or witch that casts the charm, this charm actually pulls the object toward you. For example..." Professor Rosenberg waved her wand at the wall nearest the fireplace, which opened to reveal a concealed room with a statue in the center of it, pointed her wand at the statue while muttering, "Carpe Retractum!" and a thin beam of red light grabbed hold of the statue and she pulled hard. The statue slid off its plinth toward her. "See? Now I want all of you to try the charm on your desks. They may be heavier, but remember to concentrate on pulling your desks and use as much strength as you can muster."

The class went to work after Professor Rosenberg sent the desks toward the farthest wall away from the students. Renesmee didn't need much concentration to cast the charm. All she had to do was point her wand at the desk, mutter the words, "Carpe Retractum!" and pull as if reeling in a large fish. Her desk slid toward her and Professor Rosenberg clapped along with the other students. "Very good, Renesmee!" said Professor Rosenberg happily. "You just gained twenty points from Gryffindor!" The Gryffindor students cheered along with the Hufflepuffs and Professor Rosenberg magicked the desks back to their original spots. "Now we'll work on another spell called the Freezing Charm which is found on page forty-six in Achievements in Charming."

After Charms, the third years headed to Potions to learn about Shrinking Solutions and hand in their essays on the Confusing Concoction. Renesmee's essay on the potion was well-written and received a very good grade and twenty-five points to Gryffindor for such good work. Like normal, Gryffindor and Slytherin were in the same class, so that meant both Gabe McSaint and Lilith Demona were in the class. Gabe sat beside Renesmee and Rose while Lilith sat in front of them with Scorpius and another of his Slytherin friends. "I can't wait for class today," Gabe whispered. "Shrinking Solutions are pretty simple, aren't they?"

"They are if you're really good with potions like me," said Rose jerking a thumb at herself, "or Renesmee. She's top notch in Potions since first year." Renesmee blushed a little but smiled all the same. "Anyway, I'm starting to get worried about-"

"So, Renesmee," Lilith interrupted with a whisper, "how are you sleeping lately? Having any odd dreams?" Renesmee stopped what she was doing with her potion ingredients and asked what she meant by that. "I overheard your parents talking about it while they were patrolling the grounds. I had detention with Hagrid that night."

"Oh," said Renesmee skeptically, "I'm sleeping okay, thanks. Not as many weird dreams like that last one." Lilith nodded and turned back to her potion. How did she know about that? Renesmee asked herself. I don't believe she had detention...though it could be possible seeing as she is sort of a troublemaker...oh well. I'll ask Hagrid if she had detention with him last night. She finished crushing her ingredients with her pestle and poured the crushed ingredients into her cauldron. Gabe was stirring his cauldron easily and waved his wand once. She quickly gabbed a spare bit of parchment and a quill from her bag and wrote, "Gabe, did Lilith have detention with Hagrid last night? She said she did, but I don't believe her." and passed the note to him.

"No, I was taking a walk through the grounds myself last night and didn't see her anywhere near the forest. Did you check that map you have?" Gabe asked in the note. Renesmee looked surprised that he knew about the Marauder's Map and asked how he knew about it. "I heard Rose talking to you about it last week." he answered her. Renesmee threw him a skeptical look but said nothing else right now.

The class period was over and then came dinner. The enchanted ceiling in the Great Hall showed a cloudy sky with thunder clapping with every flash of lightning while rain fell heavily above. "Dreary night, isn't it?" Albus Potter said conversationally as he piled his plate with baked potato, green beans and a side dish of Yorkshire pudding. "I mean, good conditions for the match, right?"

"The match!" Renesmee groaned and banged her head on the table in frustration. "I can't believe I forgot! That's tomorrow, isn't it?" Albus nodded frowning. "I've been so busy with homework all week, I completely forgot!" She slung her bag over her shoulder after finishing her dinner and ran back to the common room.

Later that night, the rain had finally stopped but the thunder and lightning were still going, which meant perfect conditions for hunting. Renesmee was now out in the grounds heading toward the forest and stopped only to feel the cool breeze cool her body off, then she kept walking...at least until she heard a crunch near the edge of the grounds and stopped dead in her tracks and drew her wand. "Lumos!" she muttered. The tip of her wand lit up and she raised the wand high enough for the narrow beam of light to shine a few feet away. "Who's there?" she asked. Nobody answered. "Show yourself or I'll Stun you!" There was a rustling in the bushes nearby and a grey rat with a silver foot appeared. "Oh, it's just a rat." said Renesmee with a sigh of relief and started walking once more. The rat in question stopped and she stopped as well. When she turned around, the rat was gone and in its place was a small man with a silver hand looking at her with watery eyes. "You! You're...oh God."

"That's right," Wormtail whispered, "and I want to fight you myself. I heard about your little battle with Angelus last year, and I really would like to find out what you're like."

"Okay," said Renesmee, "but I have one question for you." Wormtail cocked his head to one side looking slightly puzzled. "Have you heard of the Slayer?" He nodded. "Good, because one of them is my D.A.D.A. teacher and...well, I learned quite a lot." Wormtail transformed not into his rat form, but the bestial form of a Moloch. "I was so hoping you'd do that." Renesmee said with a growl and launched herself at him.

Wormtail proved to be a worthy opponent because as soon as Renesmee tried to kick him with a roundhouse, he caught her foot and slammed her hard into the ground. "You are spry, my dear," Wormtail said with a smile, "but you're only a little girl. What chance could a little girl like you have against me?"

"One thing you should know about me, Pettigrew, is that I'm not a little girl anymore," Renesmee said and kicked him in the face hard enough to shatter his skull. "I am a vampire-human hybrid and the son of Edward and Bella Cullen, the only hybrid at Hogwarts. Do you really think I can't take you?" Wormtail turned back to human form and drew his wand. "A magic duel...just what I was hoping for. How about a dose of pain. Maybe that might bring back some memories. Crucio!" Wormtail screamed and writhed on the ground as the Cruciatus Curse hit him and started panting and wheezing when she lifted it. "Had enough?"

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Wormtail cried and Renesmee gasped and ducked as the Killing Curse soared over her head. "Expulso!" A jet of orange light hit the tree next to her and it fell to the ground, blocking her path.

"Thanks, Pettigrew," Renesmee said smiling. "You just gave me an advantage. Expelliarmus!" Her Disarming Charm hit Wormtail and he slammed hard into the tree behind him. To her left, Renesmee saw a light turn on in Hagrid's hut and groaned. "Sectumsempra!" She waved her wand wildly and six or seven gashes appeared on Wormtail's chest as though he had been cut by a very sharp knife. Renesmee lifted Wormtail by the front of his robes and stared into his face. "I want you to go back to your master and tell him Renesmee Cullen said to come and fight me himself instead of sending a stupid servant to do it for him. Go." Wormtail transformed into a rat once more and scurried off into the darkness just as Hagrid came out. "Hi, Hagrid."

"What in the name of Merlin is goin' on out here?" Hagrid asked in shock. "I heard everything from me hut!"

"Sorry, but I ran into Peter Pettigrew," Renesmee explained and Hagrid's eyes widened. "Don't worry, I took care of him. I don't think he'll be trying to attack me anytime soon." Hagrid insisted on taking her back to Gryffindor Tower and she had no objection to that. "So, are you going to be at the match tomorrow?"

"Ar, I thought I'd look into it," Hagrid said with a grin. "I saw yeh practicin' last week, Renesmee. Yer doin' pretty good with that Wronski Feint. Good luck tomorrow."

"Thanks, Hagrid," Renesmee said. She hugged him and Hagrid went back to his hut once she was in front of the Fat Lady. "Abstinence." The portrait swung open and she entered the common room and went straight to bed. Edward was sitting on her bed waiting for her. "Dad! Uh, what are you doing in the girls' dormitory?"

"Alice had a vision of you and Peter Pettigrew duelling so I thought I'd wait up here until you finished." Edward said smiling. "How did it go?" Renesmee told him all about the fight, how Wormtail transformed into the Moloch's bestial form and she told him the message she told Wormtail to give Moloch. Edward stood up. "Why did you say that?"

"I thought...well, I thought if I could get Moloch out into the open, we'd have an easier time fighting him." Renesmee said sheepishly. "I know, it's stupid."

"I would have done the same thing, but you're talking about getting Moloch here at Hogwarts, Renesmee!" Edward said angrily. "Did you even stop to think about what could happen if he came here? Moloch would send his children to kill everyone in this castle including you!"

"Dad..." Renesmee said but she stopped herself. She knew he was right. "I'm sorry." Edward hugged her and comforted her until she finally calmed down. "What do we do?"

"We wait." Edward said simply. "We can't really do anything else. I'll talk to Harry and see what he wants to do. I'm sure we'll be patrolling the grounds again and you'll be able to hunt again." Renesmee smiled and hugged him. "You should get some sleep. Personally, I can't wait to see you playing Quidditch." He gave her kiss on the forehead and shut the dormitory door behind him.