A/N: Hey hey everyone! Hope you all enjoyed the previous chapter. From the reviews I got, the general consensus was that you did. I hope this chapter is to everyone's enjoyment too. :)

Sorry for the long 9 month wait. Yes, 9 month. Life is rubbish. Moving out is good though :) Before you go thinking that I am a lazy author who blamed everything on RL, read my profile or last chapter of Rings and True Immortality for more information. Life has been shit for the past few months.

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 III: Linger in Silence

By The Morrigu

'I love the time and in between
The calm inside me
In the space where I can breathe
I believe there is a
Distance I have wandered
To touch upon the years of
Reaching out and reaching in
Holding out holding in

I believe
This is heaven to no one else but me
And I'll defend it as long as I can be
Left here to linger in silence
If I choose to
Would you try to understand'

'Elsewhere' by Sarah McLachlan

The war with the Volturi began about thirty years into our new lives. We had spent thirty years ruling the circles of Nobility and Class for, having them at our beck and call. Our reach had covered our mother county and spread throughout area of Europe. A few of us had even dared to travel to the recovering America, and areas of the Empire, in order to spread word of our beauty, talents and everything. More specifically, to spread word to others of our kind that we were powerful. That the mortals were enamoured with us, and that we were unstoppable. We were Gods on this Earth, and it was others of our kind's duty to join us, and make way for us. Some did. The few who idolised us, loved us even. Did as we asked without question. These were the poor fools who truly thought that we would make a difference to their pathetic existence. These were the ones that fell first due to the Volturi.

Although some of our kind like to think that they had joined the elite Order for a period of time, before leaving after the war with the Volturi, this was not true. I don't doubt that there are some vampires out there that truly believed that they had gotten as close as possible to the Order, more specifically Tom, Fleur and I. But this was all false. Just as the Volturi was made up of three, the Order was made up of twenty-one. Nothing more, nothing less. So when our forces began to increase, the Volturi finally took notice. Our group outnumbered theirs, but they had ignored us for decades due to us being New Borns. But not anymore.

They attacked us first. Sending out a wave of fighters. Fighters who were loyalist, and fought to the end. Fought even when the twins brought them down with a wave of their hands, causing the very air to ignite around them. The first casualty to this war was on their side, and on July 31st 1824, what should have been my fifty-seventh birthday, the war began.

The humans were not aware of its occurrence, but every single vampire in Europe was aware of its happening. They each had a choice before them. Join the Order. Join the Volturi. Or flee Europe. In the abandoned sewers beneath the cities of Europe, the war was fought. Entire groups of vampires were destroyed on both sides, yet none of the key players were ever harmed. The closest anyone got to being harmed, was when I set werewolves on Caius, controlling the Alpha to order the others to attack. All with a simple command from myself.

This lasted for two decades, as the Volturi's main weapons, Alec and Jane, were ineffective. We were all so used to Bellatrix that Jane's power had lost its edge, and Alec could be easily stopped by Bellatrix, Minerva or I. But we were all too wary of each other that it lasted so long. That was until the War suddenly stopped. From the outside prospective, it would seem as though the War was suddenly non-existent. As though it had never occurred. But to those who knew what had happened, they were all on edge. The Volturi had simply settled to observing, as cracks began to form in our group. It all started with one conversation I had overheard between Severus and Tom. A conversation I will never forget.

Harry leant on one of the buildings that were around the docks at Port Angeles. He watched as a boat docked into the harbour, carrying precious cargo. At least, precious to his brother and every other car fanatic in the world. Harry adjusted the sunglasses which were on his face, as he observed the people surrounding him. Humans were such strange creatures. They believed themselves to be superior to every other species, and believed themselves above the base instincts which made them animals. This made them so much more dangerous, if only they would embrace it. Harry had long since understood that vampires were not only humans just with far greater abilities, but humans who had embraced the animalistic side that everyone had. A vampire who did not exhibit animalistic urges could not be a vampire. No matter how much others of their kind accused the Cullen's of not being 'true' vampires, they still expressed these urges. It was these urges that made them the greatest predators on the planet, rather than the abilities they were gifted with as vampires.

"Harry?" called Edward from where he stood a few feet away, watching the boat dock with barely concealed glee. "Your thoughts are running away from you."

"It's what happens when I have lived so long. It means I have more time to ponder. Be philosophical and all that." Replied Harry with an absent shrug, as he walked the few steps to where his brother was. "I may not have known her long, but even I know she isn't going to appreciate this. She doesn't like things ostentatious. You are channelling Rosalie at the moment."

Edward grinned at him.

"Everyone likes nice cars. Especially the fast ones."

Harry rolled his eyes behind his glasses.

"Her truck is still working, and will be for many more years to come from the looks of it." Harry watched as Edward smirked to himself, and Harry groaned inwardly. "You can't tamper with it. Or get Emmett or Rosalie to do it for you. It would be suspicious. Besides, she could just fix it."

"She only knows one mechanic. He's skipped town though." Said Edward, his voice almost monotonous.

"This Jacob Black kid?" asked Harry curiously, as he raised an eyebrow at him. "Alice was explaining it to me the other day. Slightly unfair playing field if you ask me. Wasn't much of a fair fight. You being able to read his mind and all."

Edward nodded his head mutely, his eyes focused on the unloading cargo.

"She picked you though. No matter how sad she is about it now, she will come around. She's not as complex as you are making her out to be. All humans are the same. They get over things quickly. This will be one of them. He will have to get over it to. His elders obviously haven't told him that you cannot force an imprint. Idiots." Harry rolled his eyes again, and patted Edward shoulder. "It will all work out. Or, she could leave you for buying her a Mercedes. Horrible cars they are. I would leave you if you bought me one."

Edward shoved him away from him, and Harry grinned, and crossed his arms behind his head as he strolled towards the boat, Edward following.

"I seem to remember you owning a Mercedes at one point." Drawled Edward, a knowing grin on his lips.

"I didn't own it. I had it bought for me. I couldn't exactly say no. Alice would have been heartbroken." Replied Harry, shuddering slightly. "You know what she is like when she gets heartbroken. It's like a kicked puppy."

"With any luck, she has Seen this conversation. Then you will be on the couch tonight." Stated Edward.

"You sound hopeful. What is Little Edward wishing he could concentrate more at night?" Harry smirked, throwing an arm around Edward as they walked near the ship. "What I would give to see you blush. You are such a prude. Would you deny your own brother his joys in life? I have missed it for three years, that's a lot for me."

"I thought you would have caught up by now."

"Trust me little brother." Drawled Harry right into Edward's ear. "Not even close. You will understand my meaning a few months, and then you won't be missing out on anything special."

He stepped away from Edward swiftly, and moved towards the humans who were waiting for them.

"Gentlemen! I trust that everything is in order?" asked Harry, smiling at them. "You were paid in San Francisco, correct?"

"Yes sir, we just need you to sign here." said one of the men, holding a clipboard out, which Harry signed quickly. The man quickly handed Harry two keys, and boarded the boat once more, the other men following, leaving the two cars on the harbour.

"I take it I'm in the Mercedes?" asked Edward, holding his hand out mournfully, as he stared at the scarlet red Ferrari longingly.

"Yes. Ferrari or Mercedes. Let me think about that." Said Harry sarcastically, throwing Edward the Mercedes keys, before jumping into the Ferrari. 'I shall see you at home.'

With that, Harry pulled out of the harbour, and onto the main road, into the direction of Forks. He lost Edward in his mirror, and ignored the stares that the car got as it made its way through the town of Port Angeles. Hopefully, people would get used to seeing the car. For many more years to come. If Harry had anything to say about it anyway.

The entertainment centre in the Cullen house was perhaps one of the most used objects within the house. It was also the one object that had to be replaced the most, as between Jasper, Emmett, Edward and now Harry, the games consoles had the habit of getting broken. At the moment, it looked as though the console was about to be broken again, as both Edward and Harry played a car racing game on the large plasma television, while the other 'teenagers' watched in amusement. Bella was sat on the couch, watching the happenings with delight, as it was a rarity to see Edward behaving so…human. To Harry, he hadn't seen his brother act like this for decades, and to the others it had become a regular occurrence.

"Stop distracting me." Hissed Edward, shooting Harry an annoyed look, as a he pressed the buttons on his console quickly, reacting at speeds that no human could ever compare to.

"Then stop reading my mind." Replied Harry, a wry grin on his lips, as he absently began to tap his feet to the floor, as he caused his car to accelerate.

"Are they always like this?" asked Bella, directing her question to Jasper, who was sat on the floor in front of Bella.

"Yes. It amusing after a while actually. It's nice to see someone apart from Alice actually have a shot against beating him." He grinned though, and before Bella could tell what he was about to do, he reached up and jabbed Harry in his side, causing him to lose control of the car. Thus allowed Edward to win.

"No fair." Ordered Harry, his eyes bright, the golden colour bright as he glared at Jasper. Bella noted that with his anger, his original British accent came back.

"I was just trying to even the odds." Drawled Jasper, sending a sly look to Edward, which caused him to give Jasper a wry grin.

"He can read my mind. How is that not giving him an advantage?" grumbled Harry, shooting a look towards Alice in order to gain sympathy. But the pixie vampire had disappeared from the room, causing Harry to frown.

"She's singing to herself again." Said Edward, catching Harry's confused look. Bella was watching this happening, her expression confused. "Yes, that is what she is thinking…why?"

Edward didn't even get to finish, before Harry had disappeared from the room, the console dropping to the floor well after he had disappeared. Bella felt her muscles tense, as though a sixth sense was telling her that something was wrong.

"What was Alice thinking? Song wise?" asked Jasper, his body statue like as he stared intently at Edward, as though he were ready to spring.

"A Michael Jackson song."

Jasper stood then, clenching his fists into his hands.

"Looks like the Order has sent someone. Alice has gone to meet them, and Harry is following. They are not going alone…" said Jasper, but was interrupted as something crashed into the ground just outside the large windows that led to the garden.

Bella automatically went to Edward's side, making sure that whatever was happening, Edward was between her and it. That way, she wouldn't get injured before she would be turned. Rosalie and Emmett were up and out of the house and into the garden, trailing behind Jasper who had left the second he could. Edward led Bella to the windows, so that they could both see and hear what was going on outside.

Harry stood off to one side, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked down upon the scene with an impassiveness that Bella had never seen on anyone before. Except Edward that time almost a year before. It struck Bella in that second, that maybe this is where Edward had learnt it from. On the ground just in front of the windows, Alice had pinned a figure to the floor. The figure was at least a foot taller than Alice, but it seemed Alice's ability and experience helped her win what must have been a wrestle in the woods surrounding the Cullen house.

"You are trespassing." stated Alice, her tone containing a sing-song quality, while her golden eyes were focused on the downed figure of a female vampire with glowing ruby eyes.

"Your presence is not welcome here. Leave." ordered Rosalie, as she came up beside her sister, her hands on her hips as she looked down at the vampire.

"I am here to pass a message along." hissed the vampire on the floor, her features contorted in anger, while her eyes looked between the sisters, and focused on Harry, whose posture tensed up at the attention.

"So say it, and we make this quick." ordered Emmett, hitting his clenched fist against the palm of his hand to show his enthusiasm.

"They wouldn't have sent her here on her own if they wanted to start a fight." announced Jasper, who was watching the downed vampire closely, analysing any emotion that came from her.

Edward, watching from the other side of the glass, appeared to be doing the same with her thoughts, as Bella was observing everyone closely.

"Speak." ordered Harry, stepping closer to the downed vampire. "Then we will let you go. You will then have a time limit to leave the area, if you disobey this, we will follow you."

"Ginny wishes you well. She wanted me to inform you that when you next meet, she hopes that it will be as invigorating as it was last time. That you are merely continuing your existence on borrowed time. Now that our master has returned, your lives are forfeit. She also states that if your new family." The messenger's tone turned dull and almost faintly amused. "Wishes to join in the war, then they may. But the Order will not be held accountable for their actions. You know as well as anyone what the Order does to individuals who are caught up in the middle of this war. They are terminated."

"Is that all?" asked Harry, and then by some unseen motion, Alice rose, and stood beside Harry, so close that it looked as though they melded into one another.

The female stood up, and analysed the five vampires who were stood around her. She focused on Harry once more.

"For your reputation, I was expecting someone who was not this passive. Time has softened you it seems. I look forward to when we next meet, Puppetmaster."

She then disappeared, the movement of the trees the only thing that Bella could register with her mortal eyes.

"So do I." replied Harry evenly, before sharing a look with Jasper, which caused the two of them to also run off after the messenger.

"I thought they were going to give her a time limit." asked Bella softly, as Edward brought her away from the window.

"Harry doesn't want to chance the messenger getting back to the Order with the knowledge of our habits. He thinks that she must have been watching us sometime, and we wouldn't have noticed because she can control her scent. We only noticed because Alice had a sudden vision of her debating revealing herself to us."

"What about this Ginny? That's the one that can control ice?" asked Bella quietly, a light frown on her face, as she looked behind her to where the others remained motionless, still staring at where Jasper and Harry had disappeared. The words the messenger had used seemed odd to her, 'invigorating' wasn't something she would use when describing an enemy. More like a past lover. But she wouldn't voice these thoughts, because she didn't know enough about her new future…brother-in-law to feel comfortable making a fool of herself if she were wrong. She would watch and wait, which was probably the most she could do until she was turned. Letting her thoughts fade away from her for a moment, she turned to where Edward appeared to be thinking about his answer.

Realising that Edward was uncomfortable with answering, she put a hand on Edward's cheek, causing him to look down at her, pausing his musing.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me. I am sure that it is Harry's story to tell, not yours."

He smiled at her widely, as a thank you, before pressing his lips to her head as a thank you.

The amusing fact and coincidence of drinking human blood from a decanter; while hosting human guests was not lost on Harry as he sipped his drink, and watched those around him with playful eyes. It wasn't often that the upper echelons of European society invited others into their homes.

But that was mainly because the reclusive upper classes, who were rumoured to get up to all sorts within their own circles, were all of the immortal nature. It was no coincidence, Harry had long since noted, that members of the Order had links with Nobility.

In fact, as they expanded their circles, and began to develop their information net and widen those in the 'know' the number of Nobles within the European circles had increased dramatically. Of course, so long as they remained reclusive, and remembered the correct birth and death certificates, and to post an engagement and marriage announcement in the newspaper, then all was well. None of the humans ever noticed that the lands that they lived in were never changing, as immortals ruled the political circles of Western Europe. Then, in charge of all of these nobles who had decided to join the cause, were the original twenty-one members of the Order, who were still as strong and as omnipresent as ever.

So as Harry looked around the room, his eyes easily separating the guests into human and vampire, he felt powerful. He could ask anything of anyone in this room, and be guaranteed to get it. In fact, he could ask to be alone with an unmarried girl, and the father would happily hand her over, no questions ask. Such was the power that came with being Lord Potter, whose family and connections had been involved so much in politics, and the developing businesses that they were all doing so well in. The Potter Family in itself was a large advocate for the Military, and he was always giving advice to the Parliament and Royalty about what to do with the Military. After all, when he funded a lot of the Military outposts, there was nothing that they could do but listen.

To not feel powerful with all of this going on around him, would be counterproductive to all that they had learnt. There was but one thing that was out of his reach, and it was a red haired viper, who just wouldn't give what both she, and he himself, knew that she eventually would. Setting his glass down, he made his way over to where she sat on the couch, surrounded by many men who were enraptured by her beauty and personality. But Harry knew that they didn't have a chance, after all, they were only human.

She caught his eyes, and her expression turned challenging and playful for a second, before she focused her complete attention on the man, who was a boy really, that was sat next to her. The boy appeared to be both perplexed and extremely pleased to have her full attention, and seemed not to be listening entirely to what she was saying. The boy was too busy staring at her, and enjoying the proximity he had with her.

Harry was distantly amused by her attempts are riling him up, and stepped closer towards the group, knowing that their conversations would finish abruptly upon his entrance.

"I was wondering if I might have a word with you, Miss Weasley." questioned Harry, remembering that they were in proper society, and calling her by her first name, or any number of nicknames that they had come up with over the past few years, would cause a few raised eyebrows.

"Why, Harry." drawled Ginny, her dark eyes turning to his, amusement, defiance, challenge and lust smouldering in the depths, as she rested a hand on the boy's arm. "What ever can you say to me? Surely, it can be said in front of these gentlemen?" She offered them all a welcoming grin that appeared predatory only to Harry's trained eye. "After all, we are all friends here."

"It is a matter of a sensitive nature." Replied Harry swiftly, offering the boy's a cursory glance, and seeing each of them straighten up in response to his glance, as though they had something to prove. "I believe that it would be best if you and I handled this matter privately. If you would excuse us, gentlemen." He bowed towards them, before holding his hand out in Ginny's direction, not giving her a choice but to accept the hand he was offering.

She rolled her eyes at him, the action too quick for the others to follow, before taking his hand and wishing the boy's farewell. Once they were out of earshot of the humans, she whispered to him quietly.

"Could you not wait until later Harry? We have our roles to play entertaining guests, this is our duty." She said lightly, as Harry escorted her out of the room.

"A duty that you are not helping me with, my dear." Was Harry's quick response, as his mouth tilted towards her ear as he drawled out his words. "I tire of this game. A game you and I both know that I am going to win."

"I would not be too sure of yourself." Answered Ginny in a breathy whisper, tilting her head up so that she could look him straight in the eye. "I could satisfy myself with so many other men, so much so that you would merely be just another name that exists on my list."

"Yet, I know for a fact that I am at the top of that list." Stated Harry confidently, as he bit the side of her neck lightly.

"You are highly presumptuous. I will have you know that Draco could just as easily have the top spot on that list."

"Please. The blond is no way near as talented as me, he is too tame, and values society's rules and regulations too much. You and I are too alike, Ginny. We like being loose cannons, deviants and monsters within our own rights. It makes us feel powerful."

"If you say so." She murmured, leaning her head further to the side, allowing him further access to her neck. Suddenly, she paused, her eyes empty. Her body was frozen, unmoving, while Harry has stopped moving, his entire body taut and ready to pounce. His eyes were directed towards a door that was at the end of the corridor, where he could hear the conversation between the two occupants inside. Harry quickly moved away from Ginny, stepping back into the shadows of the corridor, sending Ginny's body back towards the party. It wouldn't do to arouse suspicions.

At once, he focused his hearing on the conversation he could barely hear going on within the room, for once grateful that Ginny's hearing was not as capable as his own. Probably because he indulged in human blood more than she did.

"It did not take as long as we initially thought it would, to gain a band of loyal followers." Came Severus' customary drawl.

"What a talented band of followers they are too. So gifted, and resourceful. I doubt we would have gotten as far as we have now if it was not for some of them. Harry especially, for giving us the gift of immortality. Ingenious really, especially considering that once we have wiped out the Volturi, we will have free reign of the world." Came Tom's smooth voice.

"With us at the top. Just as it was always meant to be."

There was a faint sound of clinking of glasses.

"I am still surprised at you Severus. I never would have thought that you would have been able to go through with your tasks. Especially the one concerning Lily Potter. Altering her memories and mind so many times, it is a wonder she had any coherent thought left. Such a shame that both she and James had to die."

"After Old Xenophilius ran into the two of them while they were on that last voyage, he knew immediately that there was something wrong with their minds. There was nothing I could do to prevent the idiot from removing all the work I had done. Naturally, the second I found out that the Potters were on their way back to England to retrieve their son from Bellatrix and Sirius' care, I had to act quickly. Killing them and making their deaths be reported as lost at sea was really all too easy. Pathetically so. It is just too bad that neither of them would have been able to agree with our cause, even after all the alterations I have done to their minds. Same with all the others, they would have been great assets."

"But their children are probably the best assets that they could give us. Once we have finished with the Volturi, my friend, then you and I can work on...reducing them. So that there is few competition for the prize. Have you caught up with Old Xenophilius then?"

"Not yet, but I know the idiot is still alive. Heard he ran into that healer that Harry met with years ago. Nicholas? Gave him another hundred years easily. After that the trail grows cold. But I shall find him, do not worry Master. With his talent, he is the only one that could undo all of our hard work, all of my hard work on our present company. Especially with Luna, I feel as though her mind would just crumble if it was not for my helping hand, if her father ever undid all the work I have done to her mind, it would be better off if she were to be put down."

The two men laughed quietly to themselves, and Harry knew that if he were human, he would have been hyperventilating. For the first time in his long life, he had felt what it was like to have his trust shattered. So utterly and completely, it was insane. If he was human, the information would be impossible to process, but he did it in seconds. What he knew for certain was the following. The first, Severus has been messing with the minds of his parents to make them leave so much during his childhood, in order to leave him to the tender mercies of Bellatrix and Sirius, in order to mould him for Tom. The second, a man named Xenophilius could apparently reverse Severus' power, and cause his parents to come to their senses and come back for him. The third, Severus killed his parents, in order to keep him with Bellatrix and Sirius. Thus have access to his powers. The fourth, Severus, on Tom's orders, had been messing with their minds, but whose minds he didn't know. The fifth, Xenophilius was still alive, and Severus was hunting him. The last, he had to find out who he could trust from Severus' mind, and get them to come with him and leave the Order. In order to find Xenophilius, who was Luna's father, in order to reverse what Severus had done to them. Then, and only then, would he begin to fight back against Tom.

"Do you ever worry about what would have happened if we had stayed with them?" asked Luna softly, her eyes staring unseeingly out of the window of their hotel room in San Francisco.

"With the Order?" asked Neville softly, from where he sat on the other side of the room reading a book.

"Yes. Do you not wonder whether or not an eternity of freedom would be better than that of hiding all the time."

Neville closed his book with a snap, and appeared at her side in less than a second, and rested a hand on her shoulder, ignoring her automatic flinch.

"Do you not think that you would rather have your mind under your own control, than anything else? Would you rather be a slave to your own whims, than to some master?"

"It's just, the second it was all undone, you all immediately took the first vision that I saw as the way to go. But what if we are wrong?" Her burgundy coloured eyes met Neville's eyes, and he knew that if she could cry, her eyes would be tear filled. "We are going to be in a war. A three way war, between us, the Volturi and the Order. We cannot possibly win against those two powers, we need to pick a side. We have to pick a side. Otherwise, we will lose. We will die."

"Have you seen this, or are you just saying?"

"Does it matter whether or not I have seen this?" whispered Luna, a desperate look crossing her face. "We cannot stand alone against what is to come, and most of all, Harry's new family shouldn't become part of his past. They have done nothing to warrant that happening. But it will happen. I can see them, in my head. People who I have never met, dying. Simply through association. It's wrong. All of this. We chose wrong!"

"Hush." Murmured Neville, his voice soothing, as he embraced her from behind. "You are seeing possibilities. I know that you are seeing Ron, Lavender and Antonin's deaths just as much as you are seeing the Cullen's deaths, and the deaths of the Volturi. In the end, our choices, here and now, will decide who it is who dies. Let's just hope that we make the right choice, hm?"

"But, what happens if we make the wrong one? Either we die, or Harry doesn't recover. Ever. Their deaths will hit him so hard, he will be comatose practically. Better off dead. I think Tom knows this as well, so he will know where to strike. Not at us, or the Volturi. But the Cullens. We need to be ready Neville, we owe it to Harry to make sure that they all survive what is to come."

Neville nodded his head mutely, understanding that the Seer was deeply saddened about the possible futures, and the responsibility of having such ability was never more than it was at the moment.

Hey everyone! I am sooo sorry for the long wait. Read my profile and the latest chapter of Rings and True Immortality for more information. This chapter is more of a filler, but that is because Breaking Dawn plot begins next chapter, so it made sense for me to end it here.

I have moved out :) At university now, living in halls, with an ensuite and cooking for myself and everything. It's all very strange. If anyone reading this is from Dundee, pop in and say hey! XD :) Doing all science-y courses, so it's going to be interesting. Caught Fresher's Flu, so I'm a bit ill. Figured I should finish typing this up though considering over half of this chapter has been hanging around for at least five months...

Anyhow SOOO SORRY FOR THE WAIT! LIFE CRASH LANDED! I am not just taking the mick here, but I am being quite serious about how crap life has been recently. But university means fresh start, complete independence and unlimited internet access. Oh, and Microsoft Office 2007 on my laptop as of this week – see where I am going with this? MORE UPDATES! Depending on free time, but considering I can stay up till 6am quite easily doing assignments, I am sure we will all be fine. XD

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