A/N: Hey hey everyone. I have been rewatching pride and prejudice –sigh-. So as you will be able to see, my writing has been influenced by this. The Order were vampires during the Regency period, so any flashbacks which I do, will probably be during this period, and contain lots of Jane Austen-like ideals. I apologise if some people dislike this, but it had happened somewhat subconsciously, and I hope that the end result is pleasing.

Enjoy :)

I have also decided upon a soundtrack for this story. :) I got bored one morning, and so the soundtrack was formed. In all honesty – I have no idea how long this story is going to be. I shall be following Breaking Dawn as an outline, and then I shall be going beyond the book. So I have no idea – but I am currently working off the format of one song per chapter, and there are sixteen songs in the soundtrack. So that is sixteen chapters, but that could be more, or less, I am not sure at the moment.

The previous chapters' song was: This Is Home By Switchfoot

Summary: Harry Cullen, formerly Harry Potter, is a two hundred year old vampire. As he meets his soon to be sister-in-law, Bella Swan, he realises that his past isn't as buried as he thinks. As The Order of the Phoenix, a group of talented vampires, seek Bella's death, he has several choices to make that could decide the fate of his world.

Fading Light

Chapter II: Past and Present

By The Morrigu

'I'm 15 for a moment
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
I'm 22 for a moment
She feels better than ever
And we're on fire
Making our way back from Mars
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live.'

- 100 Years by Five for Fighting

In my former life, back in the 18th century, I was the son of James Potter a man whom was born in riches, was well educated and a Colonel in the British Army. My mother, Lily Potter née Evans, fancied herself as a writer, and wrote extensively about the sights she saw while travelling with my father, and the army. But War is no place for children, so I was left at home with my father's best friend, to be looked after by my temporary guardian's cousins.

This guardianship turned permanent when I was six, when my parent's ship fell at sea. So I became a ward to Sirius Black, and the sole heir to the Potter Name and fortune. Everyone fully expected me to follow my father and become an officer, but I desired something more. The Potter name meant something more, and I wanted to see what doors it could open for me.

When I mentioned this to Bellatrix, Sirius's cousin, she seemed to know immediately what I wanted. Bellatrix was the only adult female who was ever apart of my life, as my mother was never there. She opened my eyes to the great library the Black Country Manor housed, and to the politics of the London Social Scene. I learnt many valuable lessons from her, even before I made my presence known to others who moved within our circles.

There was another person who resided in the house with us. Another orphan, Nymphadora Black-Tonks. She was my elder by eight years, and was of the lively and unpredictable sort. By the time I was eight, Bellatrix and Sirius introduced her within society when she was sixteen, making me feel as though I was missing out on something.

When I was to be left alone, as they went out to dinners and balls, I would stay with three academic recluses who allowed for me to venture into their library, and question them on all kinds of subjects. Nicholas, Aberforth and Albus were always patient with me, though at the time, I had no idea why.

They seemed to be waiting for something of me as I got older. I had no idea what it was, until I was ten and trying to get a squirrel to come to me. It wouldn't until I, arrogant as I was at the time due to Sirius' teachings, ordered it to come to me. Surprisingly, it did. Albus was watching me, his curious blue eyes watching me. He asked me to follow him, and when I did, he explained what had just happened to me. Aberforth, his amber eyes were watching me, calculatingly, while Nicholas was as patient as always.

They told me that I was special. That I could make people and things, do things for me. I was so shocked by this, that I nodded dumbly to everything else they said. They told me that I could practise it, but I was to never take advantage of this gift because it would be wrong if I did. I had asked them if I could tell anyone, thinking of Sirius, Bellatrix and Nymphadora. They laughed, and told me that the three already knew, and had been waiting for this moment for years. Albus explained to me that neither he, nor his comrades were normal either. He explained that the three were far older than they looked.

Albus told me about everything, even leant me a book on the subject. Both Nicholas and Aberforth were vampires. While Aberforth had no special talent, Albus and Nicholas did. Nicholas could heal both himself, when it was necessary, and others from any injury. It was through this method, that Albus, still human, remained with these two immortal, vegetarian vampires. Nicholas stopped Albus from aging.

This was my introduction into this world, so different from the human one. Bellatrix helped me gain control of my talent, allowing for me to use her as a guinea pig. Sirius was deeply fascinated by the prospective things that I could achieve, and then announced to the world that it was time that I met the others. So when I was fourteen, I met the social circle of friends that my guardians kept. I learnt later, that they were all like us. They all had talents.

There were the Malfoy's, whose heir was Bellatrix's nephew. The Weasley's, whom the eldest of their five children was slightly older than Nymphadora. The Longbottom's, who looked after their niece, Hermione Granger. The mysterious French Opera singer, Fleur Delacour. The Notts, the Parkinsons, Bellatrix's on/off lover Antonius Dolohov. Minerva McGonagall, and her great niece Lavender Brown. Lastly, Severus Snape, and the man whom was in charge of this group, Thomas Riddle, and his young ward, Luna Lovegood. We were quite a group, several adults, quite a few teenagers. But as a group, we all had one thing in common. We thought we were Gods.

The teachings that Albus, Aberforth and Nicholas had bestowed upon me had been long forgotten, as in this group we planned, plotted and so on and so forth. I only realised later, that Tom had a serious long term plan. He knew that many of the adults would not be easily swayed, so they all died unexpectedly, once the heirs turned eighteen.

Once we all managed to inherit, the remaining twenty one of us planned. I did things I never thought I would. I made people kill others, I stole from banks, and I altered the minds of government officials, all for the utopian vision that Tom had depicted to us.

Tom was in charge, and I knew that out of all twenty of the others, I was the one whom he preferred. Who he trusted most. May be because he thought, rightfully so, that my talent had the most potential to be destructive. He knew, maybe, that I was the one most able to harm the plan, so had to keep me close.

The others couldn't compare. Fleur could, maybe, in her own way, as she could hypnotise others into doing what she wanted. But we all had out own special talents, all of them with their strengths, and weaknesses. Together both Tom and I were in charge. But, naturally, we wanted more. Why rule, when your rule cannot be for the rest of eternity? Then, I came up with the solution. My three tutors, they could help us in this matter.

All of the others were enthusiastic, and I stalked London at night, searching for my prey to take back to the Riddle Town House. After many nights of searching I came across Aberforth. With a quick thought, Aberforth was under my control. I brought him back to Riddle Manor, where everyone was waiting. I was the first to go, and I conducted Aberforth's movements so that he inserted the venom into my system. My last command to Aberforth, before the pain set in, was to bite my fellows in the same way. The manner that it was done was the same way in which I had commanded the squirrel ten years before. At the age of twenty, I died. But you could also say that my life was only just beginning.

I was the first to wake. When I did, Aberforth had left. No doubt, once my commands had been met, he left in horror of what had happened. I wouldn't see him for a very long time.

I felt the burning blood lust, as I desired blood in order to sat my thirst. In order to be patient, I watched my comrades, and their changes. There were several things that I noticed. We all smelled wonderfully appealing. We all had pale skin, and were attractive, but in varying manners. From Fleur's outstanding beauty to Severus' unique and gentlemanly look. The second was that we of the younger generation looked as we ever did, while those who were older than us had lost the signs of aging. They now appeared to be in their late twenties and early thirties, as their hair lost its grey, their skin smoothened, and became more vibrant.

It was once we were all awake, and we hunted the London Streets, our Streets, that our talents truly came into play. The transfer from mortal to immortal had boosted our talents, making each of us a force to be reckoned with. The world was our playground, and life was never easier for us. We were apart of the Noble Courts of London, and various places in mainland Europe. We were known to most people as 'The Order', a group of people who all shared scholarly interests. Time passed, and we began to move our interests into other areas of the world. This is when we came across the Volturi. It was from this point, that we began to truly understand the true limits of our talents, and just how much destruction we could cause.

Harry leant against the door, amusement lining his face as he watched Alice as she wrote down on sheets of papers her plan for what was quite literally the wedding of the century for the family. It was the middle of the night, and according to Bella's dad, Charlie who Harry had yet to meet, Bella was having a Wedding Plan sleep over with Alice. In reality, Bella and Edward were curled up in Edward's room, while Alice had the time of her life doing all of the fine details.

"Where is Jasper?" asked Harry in a low tone, as he crept towards where she was almost bouncing in her seat. She didn't even turn around to look at him, as she looked at sample's for various materials and flower arrangements. "Hunting with Emmett and Rosalie."

"So they left us babysitting the young couple?" murmured Harry dryly, and Alice giggled in response. Harry then bent down and rest his chin on her head, and looked over her shoulder to see what she was doing in detail. He could see a dress, one that Alice had sketched out in perfect detail. It reminded him of a late Victorian wedding dress. "That reminds me of Elizabeth's dress."

"That's the point." Replied Alice, as she flicked his nose with the tip of her pen, as she continued to make notes on various things. "Are you going to just hover, or help?"

"Don't I get out of this, considering that I have barely known her for a week?" questioned Harry hopefully.

"No. I heard that you were helping Edward get the car for her. So you can help me with this as well."

"Not my fault that I had to help him get it shipped over from Europe. You never told me that you managed to acquire a Porche."

Alice shrugged her shoulders, a light grin on her face.

"Stole one in Florence. Had to get Edward to get me one." She announced proudly, causing Harry to snort.

"Why does this not surprise me?" whispered Harry, exasperated. Alice stuck her tongue out at Harry playfully, and he swatted the back of her hair, causing it to stick up at all ends. She snarled at him for doing it, but he was walking out of the room, his phone vibrating within his pocket.

"Hello?" he said into the phone, his tone amused at Alice's antics.

"Harry? It's Fleur."

He frowned slightly, and sensed Alice coming up behind him, placing a comforting hand on his arm. Whatever it was, Alice had seen it. She was trying to prepare him for the news.

"What the problem? You don't ring unless it is something."

"I went to the bank today. The box is empty. Harry, he's free."

Harry froze, his body going stiff as a board. It was an involuntary reaction, as his thoughts whizzed through everything that had happened due to him. Everything he had sworn he would stop from ever happening again. He was dimly aware of Alice prying the phone out of his hand, and speaking into it. But everything was numb to him.

"Hi Fleur. I'm Alice. We have never met before, but we will soon. We shall be great friends. He's a bit shocked right now."

He couldn't hear Fleur's reply, but soon, Alice ended the call. She rested her head just underneath his chin, as she tried to calm him down. But he couldn't. Not while he knew that he was out there. Plotting. Trying to get revenge. God…the family…

"You are not going anywhere." Hissed Alice, her voice low, and venomous. Harry saw Edward appear from the shadows, no doubt Alice had screeched in her head for him to come. He disappeared soon after, and Harry would bet that he was getting Jasper. "Your place is here. We are in no more danger than usual. You are not running. Are we clear?"

"Yes." I whispered, my voice low, as I began to unwind from my state.

"Good. I will be on the lookout for you. But if they come here, before the wedding, they shall have me to deal with. Am I clear?"

Harry let out a bitter laugh, and brought Alice closer to him, and engulfed her into a hug, breathing in her scent.

"Crystal."

"Good. Jasper shall be here in a second. I am sure you will be alright until then. I need to get back to my plans." She skipped to the doorway of their bedroom, before pausing. "I get the feeling that they will be waiting for Bella to be turned. No one can be quite sure of what she is capable of. They won't act until they are certain."

"Did Fleur say what was going to be done about it?" asked Harry softly.

"The rest of them are coming to the US. Not here specifically, anywhere. Just so that if they feel threatened, you can all group together. Should I invite them to the Wedding?" She paused for a second, as she thought about it. "Maybe not Fleur. She might outdo Bella, and we can't have that."

She walked away muttering to herself, leaving him alone. Jasper appeared as second later, his now gold eyes watching him with concern. Edward appeared as well, both of them watching him.

"Edward tell you?" questioned Harry, seeing Jasper nod his head. "Any consolation, according to Alice, they won't be here for the wedding to ruin in for you."

Edward snorted to himself, nodding his head.

"You got a plan?" said Jasper, watching Harry worriedly.

"Not yet. I didn't have one last time, and we still managed to do it."

"But look at the cost of what happened last time." Stated Jasper lowly, shooting Harry a glare. "If you do something as stupid as that again…"

"You and Alice will kill me. I realise that."

"Not just them." hissed Edward.

A small smile appeared on Harry's lips, as he felt the care that they had for him. Not for the first time, he absently wondered what it would have been like if he had never joined the Cullen's. If he spent the rest of his eternity dedicating his life to making sure the monsters he had released upon the world would remain unable to wreck havoc upon the innocent. But he would never know whether or not he would have been happy like that. He knew in that moment, that Edward could hear what he was thinking, but he couldn't truly bring himself to care.

"Just promise me that when they come, you won't needlessly put yourselves into harms way." Murmured Harry, his thoughts circling over what the remaining members of the Order, who were all fanatically loyal to Tom, and what they could do. "You can pass this all onto Bella, as she strikes me as the sort of person who would rather know what is going on. But when they come, no matter what happens, you do not let Tom Riddle touch you. If he does, it will cause more problems that it is worth."

The two nodded their heads solemnly, as they did the same thing that they did to Carlisle often enough. Listen to the wisdom of a vampire who is older than themselves. Harry nodded his head back at them, and watched as Edward left them alone in the hallway, making his way back to the sleeping Bella.

"You need to get out of the house." Murmured Jasper, as he stepped closer to Harry, until he was looking down at Harry, who was a few inches shorter than himself. Harry nodded his head at the taller vampire, who then spoke even softer. "Why don't you go with Alice and Bella to Port Angeles tomorrow? You know, play the concerned older brother."

Harry's eyes softened, as he stared at Jasper's features, which were highlighted in amusement. It was one of the annoying parts of their relationship. Jasper and he had to take turns in who got Alice, as this time it was Jasper's turn, while Harry played the concerned and overprotective big brother. But with the changing times, it would soon be Alice's turn to be left out.

"I think I might. Can you stay here and fill the others in on everything? I still have some old pictures and the like, so they know who to watch out for when the time comes."

"Maybe we should wait for you to get back before we get onto that." Said Jasper softly, his eyes concerned as he could sense Harry's now almost non-existent emotions.

"Wait for Alice and Bella, sure, but don't wait for me. Between Alice, Edward and you, there is enough information to give them all a run down. I don't need to be there. I don't want to be there."

"We won't let them get you. Not again." Replied Jasper, as he wrapped his arms around Harry, and rested his forehead against the top of his head. "You know what Alice is like. She would rip them apart if they tried. Notwithstanding Rosalie and Esme, because I can see those two not letting you go without a fight as well."

"That's what I'm afraid of." Said Harry, in a tone so low that Jasper barely picked it up. "If Bellatrix or Antonius get hold of any of you. Or if Severus finds you? What if he makes you forget about me, about the family. What could we do to stop it? If you get caught…if anything happens…"

"Nothing will. Others will come and help. Between Carlisle, you and me, we know enough people to make a stand against the Volturi and the Order. If it comes to it, maybe the two will fight one another, and we won't even have to do anything."

"We can always hope."

"Yes. We can."

The drive to Port Angeles took barely any time at all, as I watched Alice and Harry banter between one another from the front of the car. We had borrowed Edward's Volvo, as both Harry's and Alice's cars were a bit too flashy for this endeavour. Edward's car also had the largest space for storage, though why this was important I had no idea. But the most I observed Alice and Harry, as I had been doing all week, watching as the new, previously unheard of family member of the Cullen's, interacted with them. I could see where he fit in perfectly, as problems within the family that I had never noticed before now, seemed to smoothen over with his presence in the family now. Harry was extremely patient, far more so than any of the others besides Carlisle and perhaps Esme. I guessed that this was something that was earned through age, as Harry was the oldest in the family after Carlisle.

I could see how much livelier Alice and Jasper were now that he was around, how much more comfortable Jasper seemed when in the presence of humans, with him around. How Emmett now had a better challenger than Jasper in which to play video games with in the large flat screen television, and how Emmett was now less likely to say something remotely perverse at my expense, as Harry's calming presence prevented it most of the time. Or, in revenge, Harry would in turn say something to embarrass him, causing Harry to flee the room outside, where the two would chase one another through the trees. Rosalie was no longer as distant as she was before, and I discovered that apart from Rosalie being a good mechanic, she was also a great reader of the classics, which sparked the two of us discussing books such as Pride and Prejudice and Emma. I got the feeling that it was Harry that had encouraged her to become more social with me, as I could tell that she still wasn't happy with my decision to become a vampire.

Yet, out of all of the Cullen's, it was only Harry who had ever chosen to become a vampire. He probably had a greater understanding of why I wanted to become one, than any of the others, although, and this caused a slight bit of fear to flow through me at the thought, his reasoning was a lot different to my own. I couldn't imagine the calm, peaceful and easily amused vampire to be apart of what Edward described to me a few nights ago. Part of some Order, who were a group of vicious and blood thirsty vampires, powerful enough to rival the Volturi most likely. I couldn't imagine Harry with the scarlet red eyes that I had seen on other vampires. It just didn't fit with my image of Harry.

But at the same time, the person that he was today, the calm nature that he displayed, could not be something that people had naturally. It was this fact, that led me to believe that it was acquired. Sort of how a War Veteran eventually becomes a pacifist. That was the kind of feeling that I got from Harry, that he had gone through so much hardship in life, that it had eventually made him a more peaceful creature, as he was less inclined to fight anymore. That the violent life, possibly worse than Jasper's though I couldn't imagine how, had changed him so much, that he had done a complete one eighty, and become the person that he was today.

"We're here!" chirped Alice cheerfully, as she parked the car outside of a small shop, which is where Alice was planning on getting the dress made. The type of dress that we had agreed on was that no so dissimilar to ones that Edward would have been used to seeing in his youth. Naturally, it had to be custom made, by someone who was used to making such dresses, so they (Alice) had found a seamstress who would be able to make it in the little time that they had before the wedding.

Alice skipped into the shop, with a portfolio in her hand of the designs for the dress in absolute detail. Harry watched her go with amused eyes, while I shook my head at her antics.

"You wish to go in, ma'am?" said Harry, offering me his arm. I laughed at his behaviour, before taking the proffered arm, and walking into the shop.

"Edward tell you to watch me?" I asked, staring at all the clothes and material in slight fear. I knew that whatever was going to happen today, I wasn't going to like it.

"My job today is to keep the two of you company, like a protective elder brother should." He winked at me here. "While making sure that Alice doesn't get carried away causing you to run away, so Edward doesn't grab you and take you to Vegas, and so that you aren't discomfited by the fitting."

I sighed.

"Does it really have to be done with pins?" I asked, as I had always severely disliked the thought of sharp, pointy objects, needles, IVs, anything of that type.

"Yes, it does. It has been that way for centuries, and I can't imagine it changing for many more centuries." Replied Harry softly, as he led me over to where Alice was speaking to the seamstress in a lively tone, and the seamstress responded in kind. Great. Two fashion nuts.

"Ah, there you are dear." Said the seamstress, as she stepped forward to me. She was in her late thirties or early forties, and had a kind air about her. "Alice was just telling me of what you wanted to be done, and I believe that I should be able to get first stage complete within about two hours. The dress itself should be finished within two weeks."

"Thank you." I replied, my voice quiet, as I stared at the various materials surrounding me. I began to feel the first stirrings of unease, and I felt Alice rest a hand on my arm.

"Go to your happy place." She said, as I was put on a stool in front of several mirrors. I closed my eyes, and ignored the fact that I was getting fitted for my wedding dress, and that in a matter of weeks, it would all be over. Just Edward and I, nothing else. I inwardly smiled at that fact. As far as I was concerned, it could all be over now, but Alice would have been terribly upset, and I couldn't have that. But if I could just get through these next few weeks, where everyone around me enjoyed the preparations, then everything would be alright. In theory. I listened to Alice and the seamstress, as they spoke to one another about the style of the dress, and various other fashion ideas.

"Don't worry about it Bella, it will all be alright." Whispered Harry's voice, from where he stood next to me. I flinched, as I hadn't expected him to be so close. Thankfully, the seamstress wasn't trying to put a pin through the material at the time.

"The wedding?" I replied, struggling over the word. "It better be, with all the effort that Alice is putting into it."

"Lets not forget Esme, or your own mother. I barely have time to speak to my own mother, as she is always on the phone to yours." Joked Harry, as my nerves began to even themselves out. I distantly wondered if Jasper's talent could be learnt, because Harry seemed to be doing a good job of it at the moment.

"At least you know what they are planning."

"Would you want to be sat down and told the small intricate details of the wedding?" drawled Harry, and I opened my eyes to see him staring at me with a raised eyebrow.

"No."

"Then I don't understand what you are complaining about. Any consolation, you can join in the planning when it comes to Rose and Emmett's wedding in a few years. Then Alice and Jasper's not long after."

His tone of voice towards the end of his sentence changed, and I sent him a confused look. Edward had hinted at the intricate details of the relationship between the three, and I was instantly glad that I didn't have a small town mindset. Although, there was a part of me that was morbidly curious about what would happen if I told my high school friends that Alice and Jasper were involved in a third party. Whether or not that story would be far more interesting than mine and Edward's sudden wedding. I wouldn't dare do such a thing, but I entertained the idea.

"Why just Alice and Jasper's?" I asked, concerned. I knew that Alice could hear our conversation, but she obviously didn't see the harm in my knowing what it was about. I got the feeling that the family wanted me to get to know the eldest brother, just as well as I knew the rest. I guess that in some roundabout way, it was only fair. As I would be joining the family soon enough.

"Until there is a country in the world that allows for people to marry two others equally, then this is how it must be. Me and Jasper's taking it in turns. But, with the change in time, it will be Alice's turn to be left out, if you get my meaning."

I did, and I understood what he was hinting at completely. I was, however, still curious. Edward had hinted at the fact that the three of them, Alice, Jasper and Harry, fit together because of their pasts. I had got hints of what that past might be, but nothing else. He was the only one, besides Edward and Jasper, who had ever actively fed from humans. While Jasper seemed to still have a control problem, Harry didn't. He seemed to be perfectly at ease, and in control, which I found strange considering his past. Edward, I knew, lived the life of the others of their kind for a few years, until Harry brought him back to Carlisle. But there seemed to be more to this new brother than what there seemed to be.

"Are you going to miss your friends?" asked Harry in a low tone, causing me to look at him searchingly. He was the only one, aside from Edward and Rosalie, who had brought up the results of what would happen due to the transition from mortal to immortal.

"I don't know." I replied. "I guess that I never put much effort into becoming true friends to them. I knew what would happen if I did. You know, to make it easier."

"A good idea, certainly."

We remained like that, for some time. Between the seamstress and Alice, the initial fitting was done, and the dress merely needed to be sewn together now, adding the designs that Alice had created, and the lace patterns and whatever. I hadn't really paid much attention, apart from my own stipulation. That the dress be from the time of Edward's youth, and in turn, the wedding itself. Alice had agreed with me whole heartedly.

We left the shop soon after, with Alice dragging me to a nearby restaurant to fulfil my 'human needs', with Harry following, looking extremely amused by our antics.

"Bella." Called a familiar voice, causing Alice to pause in her steps, as I turned around to see Angela, Jessica and Lauren, who were carrying a few shopping bags and looked to be on their way to the same restaurant that we were heading to. It was Angela who had called my name. We waited for the three of them to catch up to us, but I could tell that Lauren would rather not be there at all. I smiled at Angela, and Jessica, who I dimly noted was eyeing Harry with interest. That was very amusing.

"Hey guys. Shopping I see?" I said, smiling at them.

"Yes. Angela and I were getting dresses for the big day." Said Jessica, with a beaming smile directed towards me, while she gave Harry a speculative once over.

"Bella was just having a fitting for her dress done." Announced Alice, offering them a welcoming smile. I noticed how Jessica and Lauren appeared to be put off by the smile, while Angela returned it. I guess a resistance to the vampires could be formed after being around them so much, as Angela appeared to be alright around them. "Do you want to join us for lunch?"

I shot Alice an amused look, as I wondered what the trio would think of a true Cullen lunch. In the end, Jessica and Angela agreed, while Lauren disappeared stating that she had other things to do. So the five of us went to a nearby restaurant, where we all ordered food. While me and the girls got pizza, both Alice and Harry ordered themselves some soup. I understood that it would seem to be strange if they didn't eat anything, and I guessed that soup would be easier to withstand rather than solid food.

"So are you are cousin or something?" asked Jessica, as she smiled towards Harry, who remained unaffected by her attentions.

"Actually, I am the elder brother." Said Harry, emitting a musical laugh. "I started college before they moved down here, doing Law at Harvard. Naturally, I had to come back here for little Edward's wedding."

"Little?" I asked Harry, snorting to myself. I hadn't heard that in conjunction with my…Edward before.

"He is younger than me though, albeit taller. Bad genes I guess." He gave Alice a nudge here, causing her to roll her eyes as she pretended to drink water.

"You related?" asked Angela with interest, and Harry nodded his head.

"Emmett and Edward are the odd ones out I guess, while Jasper and Rosalie have each other, Alice is my younger sister, you can tell by the hair. But we have been with Carlisle and Esme for so long, it doesn't really make much of a difference when you think about it." Said Harry, with a natural shrug. I belatedly wondered how many times they had said that story over the years.

"So can you tell us anything about the wedding?" questioned Jessica enthusiastically, as she appeared to look me over with a quick glance. I got the feeling that she was checking to make sure that I wasn't pregnant. I hated those rumours with a vengeance.

"I don't know anything. Between Alice, Renée and Esme, they have the entire thing sorted. I just have to turn up, and go through with it." I said, offering them both a forced smile as I mechanically chewed on my pizza.

"We are trying to keep it all a secret anyway. We want as little as possible to get back to Edward. Bella doesn't want to get involved, and Edward is trying to do the same, so it is a surprise on both their parts. But with Edward it is a little harder, considering the fact that the ceremony is going to be at our house." Stated Alice. "But we are taking extreme measures to make sure no one finds out about the dress. That is going to be a surprise for everyone, except we three."

"It's just so strange though." Announced Jessica aloud, as she chewed on her pizza. "I mean, its Edward and you. I would never have thought that you would have got married. Especially so soon after graduation."

"I guess everyone has their reasons." I answered with a shrug, not really willing to tell them all about Edward's traditionalist attitude, because I got the feeling that rather than seeing it as endearing the two would find it strange.

"So who is going to the wedding that we don't know?" asked Jessica, and I began to get the feeling that everything we were saying would get around town in no time.

"Our cousins, from Alaska." Said Harry. "Bella has yet to meet them, but they will all get on. Alice has decided to invite some of my friends from college."

College friends? I tried to act as though this wasn't new to me, but I knew that Harry was not attending Harvard. That meant that any vampire friends that he had, before he met the Cullen's, could be coming. I remembered Edward mentioning the kinds of friends that Harry had had before, and I hoped that these weren't going to be the ones coming to the wedding.

It was amusing to observe the behaviour of the mortals when faced by the sheer beauty and reputation of the newcomers, Harry noted with distinct disdain. It had been but a simple matter of a small group of them to journey to Draco's country home, towards the end of Summer.

It was the biggest news that the town had heard in some time, that the previous unoccupied stately manor was now to be occupied by the absent heir and his friends. Naturally, word had spread throughout the nearby towns and villages. All mothers must have cried with happiness, as the sheer prospective of marrying one of their daughters to one of the gentlemen whom the mysterious Mr Malfoy had brought with him. So, naturally, when the group of them had attended one of the balls, they were met with curious and hopeful eyes.

Harry remained near the back, as he watched Draco speak with what appeared to be the most senior gentlemen in the room. Beside him, Luna was looking around the room with interest, watching as couples danced to various styles of music, as those in attendance gossiped amongst one another at the possibilities of the new gentlemen, for they were numerous, and what little knowledge that they knew was shared amongst themselves. Harry debated whether or not to make Draco remove their illusion, just to see the people's reaction to their glowing, animalistic red eyes, before changing his mind. It wouldn't do for him to do such a thing. He turned his dark green eyes, an illusion that Draco had created for each of them, and looked towards where Draco and Bill were speaking to the gentlemen again.

"Yes Lord Rewan, I would like to introduce my comrades to you." Said Draco smoothly, as he turned his silvery eyes towards the rest of us. "My friend, Mr Weasley, and his four siblings, Mr Fred, Mr George, Mr Ronald and Miss Ginerva. Miss Lovegood and her cousin, Mr Potter."

Harry nodded his head at his name, and felt Luna curtsey from her position beside him. He could distantly hear the gossipers pass this information around, and inwardly rolled his eyes. He stepped forward slightly, and spoke too lowly for any of the humans to hear.

"The brother who dances with the most women in the room shall receive one thousand pounds."

Ron, Fred and George looked at him out of the corner of his eye, waiting for any rules before the game could begin.

"All rules of propriety are to be followed, and neither Ginny or Luna count." Said Harry, still speaking as quietly as before. "Draws are not allowed. All partners must all survive the night. Enjoy."

Almost as one, the three bowed themselves out of conversation, and began to prowl the room in search of dancing partners.

"Must you do that, Harry?" asked Ginny softly, as she shot him an annoyed look. Her red hair was done in twists about her head, all intricate and inlaid with various jewels. She wore a fine golden dress, which was dotted with a variety of lace and jewels as well. She was easily the most beautiful woman in the room, and she knew it was well. Harry got the feeling that she was enjoying the break away from Fleur, who could have any man under her spell within a matter of seconds.

"It allows for the gentlemen to be occupied for the time being." Announced Luna, shifting her blue eyes around the room as she took in the atmosphere. Her face appeared to be soaking up the atmosphere, enjoying it while she could. Not for the first time, Harry wondered whether or not the life that Luna had chosen, albeit grudgingly as a ward of Tom Riddle, was suited to her. Her blond hair was done simply, while she wore a green dress that showed off her slim figure.

"Gentlemen is a very loose term for my brothers, Luna dear." Replied Ginny, as she saw various gentlemen watching her. "Excuse me, but I need to be attended to."

She disappeared, leaving Harry and Luna alone.

"Are you going to be dancing tonight?" asked Harry softly, and she shook her head.

"Tonight I shall not dance once." Announced Luna in a soft tone, her pale skin glowing in the candlelight. Whereas Ginny was beautiful due to her womanly figure, in the candlelight, Luna looked like an angel with her blond hair, pale skin and perfect features.

"I shall leave you to the wrath of the ladies then." Said Harry, nodding his head over to where various ladies stood, eyeing them speculatively. He strode towards where Draco and Bill stood, still conversing with the Lord. He joined their conversation, understanding that they were speaking of the differences between town and the country.

"Do have a preference, Mr Potter?" asked the Lord.

"Although I did spend my childhood in the Country, I must say town." Answered Harry. "I have found that there is a far greater variety within towns than there is within the country."

"Lord Rewan was saying that sights within the country cannot be compared to town though." Replied Bill.

"Unless one is an avid walker, which I am not, true appreciation of nature cannot be developed. I myself prefer great libraries, of the kind that are only found within towns." Said Draco.

Harry nodded his head in agreement, as he tuned himself out of the conversation, and listened to the various conversations that were going on around him.

"His poor parents died so many years ago, his grandparents in the same way. Spent all his time in town he has. He is meant to have a great fortune of well over one hundred thousand pounds! What I wouldn't give for one of my girls to have that Mr Malfoy…"

"Aren't they all so handsome! The ladies are so elegant. Did you see the lace on Miss Weasley's gown!"

"Five children, four of them a boys. What a lucky family indeed. They have an estate in the North somewhere, where they get four thousand a year…"

"Mr Potter, the dark haired one. Yes, him. He and his cousin are meant to have been wards of some very rich Noblemen. The Potter estate brings in eight thousand a year, while I have never heard of the Lovegood's myself, to warrant such treatment by such gentlemen. Learn well girls."

Harry snorted. It was the same everywhere. Rich young, marriage-able gentlemen, the most eligible bachelors around. An eternity of this was not something he was looking forward to.

Suddenly, he heard a scream, and he knew immediately that the game was over. Harry shared a look with Bill, who ran across the room, and closed the door, effectively locking the fifty or so guests within the room. Harry spied where Ron was with a young girl, and he was gradually draining the blood out of her. He could smell it from where he was, and it took Harry, and indeed Bill and Draco, less than a second to decide what do to. Luna appeared from behind them, her expression far more animated than it was before.

"Looks like it is our turn to feast." Announced Draco, his voice bright at the prospect.

As one, the group advanced upon the room, killing the occupants and drain blood in barely any time at all. In a matter of a minute, the fifty occupants of the room were dead, and eight vampires had drunk their fill. The next day, the local papers would report that a fire killed the occupants of the ballroom, because the door had been locked from the outside. No one would know how this had occurred, and it would remain a mystery for all eternity.

We arrived back from the trip to Port Angeles. I noticed that the closer we got to the house, the quieter and more morose Harry became. Eventually, when we arrived, Harry ran off into the forests, as I watched him leave with a confused look. Alice had caught my look, and decided to explain.

"Edward and Jasper are sitting everyone down and explaining about the Order." Said Alice, calming my worries, slightly. "Harry doesn't want to be here for it, so he is going. He doesn't want to see the others finally understanding his past."

"I thought that we weren't certain as to what was going on." I said, as Alice and I entered the house, to find the family gathered around downstairs, where Jasper held a box in his hands. I shot a confused look at Edward, as I sat down beside him.

"Things have changed." Was Alice's whispered reply, as she stood beside Jasper, and murmured something to him, so low that I doubted that anyone except Jasper and Edward caught it.

Jasper than began to speak, setting the box down on the table. I noticed that he appeared to be strained, his muscles taut as though he was doing something uncomfortable. I guess, in a way he was, as I doubted that neither Alice, Edward and Jasper wanted to be the ones to reveal to the rest of the family Harry's violent past. A past that the elder vampire had probably spent decades trying to hide from. For it all to suddenly come back to haunt him was probably not a pleasant experience. To have such demons continuously haunting him was unimaginable.

"Last night, Harry received word from a friend that the leader of the Order is back to full strength, which means that they can attack at any moment. Although, he says that they will wait until after the turning, to see how much of a threat you are." He nodded his head at me, and I shrunk in on myself. I felt so very much like a tool, a weapon, in that single moment. The way in which Jasper delivered the simple statement, made me realise that true meaning of Jasper's previous military experience, and its effect on him as a person. "They will also attack at us, in order to gain revenge on Harry, because Harry is one of the main reasons why the leader of the Order was weakened considerably."

"What did they do?" asked Emmett, curious.

"Chopped him up into little pieces, and hid them away into various safety deposit boxes around the world." Replied Edward, causing Emmett to raise his eyebrows in surprise. I was as well; Harry was such a non-violent person, just like Carlisle. I couldn't imagine either of the two ever being so violent, whether it was to another vampire or not.

"Why not burn them?" asked Rosalie, suspicious.

"I will get to that in a minute." Said Jasper, opening the box that he had with him. "Of the original twenty one members, only twelve remain truly loyal to the cause. The cause being the destruction and control of mortals, because they are prey. The Order believe themselves Gods, and put a heavy reliance on their talents. This is their weakness, as without such talents, they are no way near as powerful. That is why Bella's potential talent would be such a harsh blow to them. A little over a hundred and fifty years ago, Harry and several members rebelled, as they saw the pointless life they were living. They disagreed with the ideology, and were hunted for it. Eventually, the Order managed to capture Harry, because he was effectively the leader of the Resistance. He was their prisoner for ten years, during which time the limits of what a vampire could recover from were explored. The resistance then managed to corner the leader of the Order, and with the help of Harry, control him enough to weaken him considerably. They then tore him up, but found themselves unable to burn him. Instead, they put his pieces all around the globe, so he could spend the rest of eternity without a true body. The other members of the Order disappeared in the shadows, unsure what to do without their leader. One hundred and fifty years later, and he has his body back, and wants revenge."

Jasper lifted several photos from the box, and handed them to Esme, to pass around. I managed to get hold of one, and it was of six people, one of which I recognised as Harry. It was taken years ago, I could tell as much from the quality of the photo, but also from the fashions. Appeared to be from the late 1800s, early 1900s. But I could still make out the faces in it.

"These six are the only members of the resistance, and the only ones that can be trusted. There are three others, who are neutral in all of this, but they will not help unless they have to." Stated Alice, frowning slightly. I could tell that she disagreed with this attitude.

I focused once more on the picture, memorising the other five faces, allies within the possible future battle. There three other men, and two women. Two of the men were twins, tall and lanky, and identical in every single way. Including the grins that were on their faces. One of the men was shorter than the twins, but taller than Harry's slightly above-average height. The man was bulkier, more so than Edward, but definitely less than Emmett. Two women were pale skinned, and blond haired. Both looked like delicate china dolls, with painted faces than screamed perfection. Both whereas one of them appeared to be rather shy looking, and appeared to be staring out of the picture, as though she knew that you were watching her. The other was tall and proud looking, with such an extreme beauty around her that I had no doubt that if she were in the room, she would be far more handsome than Rosalie.

"The Order's true power lies in their talents, and their personalities. If you understand both, you have a good chance against them. Of the resistance, aside from Harry, you have Luna, who is not too different from Alice. Neville, who can create a physical shield, Fleur, who can hypnotise people. Then the twins, Fred and George, who can control fire and air respectively."

I was suddenly alarmed, as I understood what everyone had said about the Order being powerful. These were just the ones who had rebelled as well. A cold feeling remained in my gut, as I thought about what the remaining members of the ruthless Order could do.

"Onto the Order, you have these." He lifted up a photo, and I recognised it as being a CCTV image, from what appeared to be an airport, it showed a young man and woman, obviously supernatural in appearance now that I could spot it. The woman was of average height, and had curly strawberry blond coloured hair, and man appeared to be plain in appearance, as he was the same height as the woman, and had brown hair that was cut at his chin. They both wore sunglasses, no doubt to hide their red eyes from the world. "Lavender, who can incite lustful feelings onto anyone, and Theodore, who can speak to the dead." A second image replaced the first, this one from a train station showing two red heads getting on a train, one male and the other female. "Ron and Ginny, who can control water and ice respectively. They are the biological younger siblings of the twins."

A third picture, a tall, sharp looking blond male and dark haired female who was extremely made up, outside of a building on a cloudy day. "Draco, who can create illusions upon the area around him, such as changing eye colours which he practices a lot. Pansy, who can trap people within shadows." I dimly noticed that it seemed to be that the powers were getting worse as Jasper went on. The fourth picture, this time from a bar, showed two dark haired men. The first appeared to have the rebel appear, and was grinning at a group of women in the corner, appearing to be watching them hungrily, while the second was a well looked after gentlemen. "Sirius, who is a very gifted tracker, and Antonius, who can selectively paralyse you."

The fifth picture, showed a tall, imposing man, who at one point in time would have passed for being a gentlemen with a brightly dressed woman "Severus, who can remove memories, and Nymphadora, who can create illusions over herself, to change her looks. You can never know who she is at any one time." The last picture, that I had been waiting for some time for, was brought out of the box by Jasper. I realised that it was an extremely old picture, and appeared to be a portrait, rather than a photo. It showed an extremely handsome man, with a dark haired and angular woman. "Bellatrix, she can torture someone not so differently from Jane, and the leader of the Order, Thomas Riddle, who can copy and store talents for a length of time, and can have an innumerable number of talents at his disposal at any given time."

I felt my stomach drop at the last one. That was why he was so feared. He could have every power that the members of this Order had, at any given time, and could use it against them all.

"How is it that he couldn't be burnt?" asked Carlisle, speaking for the first time, and I dimly noted that he had never once complained at the idea of fighting them. I found that strange for a moment, as this leader of the Cullen's was renown for being a pacifist, but even he seemed to have understood that this group of people were beyond redemption.

"There is a vampire in existence, who cannot be killed." Said Jasper with a shrug. "His name is Nicholas, and Harry says that he is still alive to this day. The Order had captured him, and Riddle regularly copied Nicholas' gift, which would make him impervious to fire. So when they ripped him apart, the pieces could not be burnt. The gift would also not fade away, until he was put back together. So it was either put him back together, and repeat the process, or do away with the pieces somewhere. They chose the latter option."

"How is that possible? That a vampire cannot be killed." Murmured Carlisle thoughtfully, as he began to think of the implications. "Surely, Aro would have wanted such a person for himself."

"The Volturi have stayed out of the war within the Order ever since it began. The Volturi have fought the Order a few times, and since then, they have avoided conflict. The Order devastated the Volturi fighters, more specifically, the loyal followers that the Volturi have. This is why, the Order are much feared in the European Vampiric Circles, because everyone remembers the Civil War that was waged between the two factions in the early 19th Century." Said Jasper.

"How is it possible to devastate so many Volturi fighters in one swoop?" asked Esme, her voice soft, and hesitant.

Alice and Jasper shared a look, while Edward appeared to be pensive. Then, he spoke, answering Esme's questioning, appearing to be hesitant. I noticed this, and suddenly realised that whatever was the answer to Esme's question, it wasn't a pleasant answer.

"Harry." Announced Edward, causing both Rosalie and Emmett to freeze and stare at Edward in shock. "Harry told us all, that he refused to use his talent, unless he absolutely had to. But that didn't mean that for a time, he didn't use it exclusively." I was confused. So far, no one had actually told me what the eldest brother could do. Just vague allusions to the fact that whatever it was, it was rarely seen, and that Harry had never wanted it. That it was dangerous. Edward appeared to catch my confused look, and explained, in simple terms. "Harry is, to put it simply, a puppet master. He can control others, their actions, thoughts and feelings. There a limits to person to person, but that is what he can do."

A cold feeling drifted through me, at the thought of such ability. No one should be able to do that. Remove a persons free will, and take advantage of someone in such a way. Harry had obviously used it frivolously in the past, and now refused to do as such. I could see why, and I could now understand that the Harry of the present, and the one of the past, must be two very different people. I could also see the limits, the ability that such a talent could have, and the affect it could have on the Volturi fighters. It would make such fights over before they began. I felt both relieved and fearful. Relieved, because after all of the talents the vampires of the Order had, we had, in my eyes, one better. Yet, apart of my mind, couldn't help but wonder what would happen if Harry suddenly turned on us. What would happen then?

"How long do we have?" asked Emmett, his voice low, carrying an almost growling quality to it.

"Until Bella is turned." Replied Alice simply. "Maybe until after the Volturi have made their move, I cannot be sure. The future is unclear at the moment, and there is no one who can actively block what I see in the future. That much I am certain of."

"Are the others going to come here?" questioned Esme, holding up her picture of the other members of the Resistance, in order to explain whom she meant.

"Alice has invited them to the wedding." Came a voice, and I turned around to see Harry leaning against the wall, his face expressionless as he took in everyone who was in the room. His gaze then focused on the portrait that Jasper still had out, and focused on male figure on the picture, the handsome features of Thomas Riddle. In that second, I saw the passive and peaceful Harry disappear, and in its place, an angry and violent vampire, who had spilt the blood of many over the years. The enmity between the leader of the Order and Harry, was still as powerful as ever, that much I could see.

Elsewhere, in the city that never sleeps, a woman sat before a camera, adopting different poses, as she wore beautiful handmade clothes, that's worth could feed several countries at a time. The photographer kept on singing the woman's praises, and then a beeping noise echoed throughout the studio, and the model paused in her movements. Her onyx coloured eyes focused on her cell phone, and she walked off the set to answer it. Not a single person dared stop the red-haired beauty, all to enamoured with her to dare do such a thing. The woman bent down, and answer the phone in a single move.

"Yes?" she asked into the phone, her voice musical and sharp at the same time. She paused suddenly, frozen, as she listened to what was being said on the other side of the phone. "You succeeded then? Good. How long until we act?" More silence, as she listened urgently to the other side of the phone. "Good. I want my revenge, Dora. No one makes a fool out of me and gets away with it. I shall ask one of my children to pay them a visit, and then we shall we where we go from there. Bye."

She put the phone down, and flicked her cold and furious black eyes over to her assistant, who quickly brought a canteen of drink to her. The woman grabbed it, and at her touch, the canteen cooled, and became icy.

"Ginerva, you ready for some more frames?" called the photographer.

"In a second, Geoffrey. All in good time." She called back, her voice still musical, but there was something harsher, and dangerous underneath the tone now. She turned to her assistant, who had similar black eyes to her own. "I want you to ask Penny to go on vacation."

"Where to?" asked the assistant, as she brought out her own cell phone, and dialled a number.

"Forks, Washington."

Hey everyone. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. This is still the only story of its kind. Though, over the last month, I have noticed an increase in the 'original' HP/Twilight stories. For that I am thankful.

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