Renesmee Cullen and the Volturi's Protection

Chapter 1: Bad News from the Past

Renesmee Cullen was not your normal average girl turning twelve years old. Her parents, Edward and Bella Cullen, were vampires but Bella gave birth to Renesmee when she was human. How this came to be, nobody knew, but Renesmee was very happy to be a vampire and human hybrid. Not only did she hunt animals like lions and deer, but she could eat human food as well.

Fresh out of her first year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and still remembering Jonathan Marlowe's attack on her only one month ago. Renesmee remembered how she went hunting alone for the first time in months and was attacked by a large panther with violet eyes. She closed her eyes when the panther attacked. She opened her eyes a little after hearing Marlowe's voice, saw a flash of white light then she saw nothing. The memory of the attack woke her up on the morning of the thirty-first of July, Harry Potter's birthday and she looked at the clock on her bedside table. Two o'clock in the morning. "I haven't told Mom and Dad about the attack yet, but I think it's time I do if Alice and Jasper haven't already." she told herself and, still in her pajamas, went downstairs to see her mother and father sitting by the fireplace. Bella heard her approach and scooted over on the white sofa so she could sit down. "Mom, Dad, did Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper tell you what happened last month?"

"No, they didn't," Edward said shaking his head. "What happened last month?"

"Well, you remember the vampire attack on Professor Macmillan?" Renesmee asked, to which her parents noded. "The vampire who attacked him was Jonathan Marlowe, the new History of Magic teacher. Two months ago, during the night, I was hunting a newer and harder prey than what I was used to: a stag. Every time I got ready to get it, the deer walked away or ran off in another direction. While I was waiting for the stag to stop walking long enough for me to do my job, it ran away again and I found out why: a black panther was right behind me."

"Oh, God!" Bella whispered. "What did you do?"

"I ran for it!" Renesmee explained. "I was scared out of my mind that a black panther would attack me, but I found out moments later, when the animal was on me, that it wasn't a normal panther. It was Professor Marlowe, a Moloch vampire." Edward's hands clenched into fists and his jaw was set in anger. "I opened my eyes for a second, saw a flash of white light and then I was unconscious. When I woke up, I was in a dimly lit room in the castle of Hogwarts and Marlowe was locking the doors with magic. He told me that it was he who killed Professor Macmillan and that he put Albus Potter under his thrall. Dad, Albus was the one who took my personal stuff out of my dormitory. I know this because I caught him rummaging through my trunk in April.

"Anyway, Marlowe turned into a bull creature and tried to kill me, but I used my shield-breaking ability and got out just in time for Uncle Jasper to come around my way. I told him where Marlowe was and he took care of it for me." Renesmee said the last part with pride in her voice. "I wanted to tell you myself because I'm sure you would have wanted me to tell you." Edward hugged her gently just as Jacob came in. "Jake!" The shape-shifting Quileute young man hugged her and sat down to hear what she told Edward and Bella.

"I'm surprised that a vampire like that would even want to mess with you, Nessie," he said grinning. "You're pretty spry, to be honest." Renesmee giggled and stood up. "Why don't we get you something to help you sleep better? We don't want to be late for Harry's birthday party, don't we?" Renesmee shook her head and went into the kitchen where Jacob made her an herbal tea. "This always helps me when I have trouble sleeping." Jake said handing her a cup and sitting down at the table with his own cup. "It's my father's recipe. Try it."

Renesmee took one sip and felt a wonderful feeling flow through her body. It felt like blood, but tasted sweeter. "It's good," she said and took another drink. By the time she finished the whole cup, she was tired again. "Thanks for the tea, Jake. It really helped. I'll try and be up before we leave for the Potters' place." Jake said he'd get her comfortable and they headed to her bedroom where she lay back in bed with her best friend sitting on the wooden chair beside it. "Jake, are you coming with us?"

"And miss the great Harry Potter's thirty-first birthday? I don't think so." Jake said seriously. "I met Harry during Christmas and I met Hermione before that...kinda gave her a scare, too...and I like everyone. You saw how quickly they took to me." Renesmee grinned and rolled over on her side to sleep. "Good night, Nessie." he said and went to the door and shut the light off before closing the door behind him on his way out.

Renesmee was awoken by her parents calling her to wake up. She opened the door and yelled, "I'm coming!" then went through her closet to find an outfit that would look good enough for a birthday celebration. Renesmee chose a grey T-shirt, a powder-blue sweatshirt and a pair of blue jeans which she put on immediately without trouble, pulled her thick, curly copper hair into a loose ponytail and ran down the stairs to meet her parents. Edward was wearing a red sweatshirt and a pair of black jeans while Bella, who always looked gorgeous with anything she put on, was wearing a black shirt and black pants which made Renesmee roll her eyes a little. "Always going for the black, eh, Mom?" she teased.

"Don't go there, Little Nudger," Bella teased back and laughed when Renesmee rolled her eyes again and went out the door. "Sorry, sweetie, but after a whole year of not using that nickname, I think I deserve a chance."

"Yeah, I say you do," Renesmee said smiling at her mother as they all piled into the silver Volvo and drove off to Grimmauld Place. Charlie Swan's blue car was parked out front along with Jacob's older car. The three Cullens got out and entered the yard just as Ginny and Harry were coming out. "Harry! Ginny!" Renesmee called and ran up to them. Ginny caught her in a flying leap and hugged her tightly while Harry did the same soon after. "Happy birthday, Harry."

"Thanks, Nessie," said Harry smiling. "I'm glad you came." He saw Edward and Bella and waved at them. "Let's all go inside. The others are here as well." Once everyone was inside, Renesmee gasped as she saw the long kitchen table filled with people. Professor McGonagall was there and so were Angel, Spike, Willow, Mr. Giles and three others she didn't know. There was a man with dark hair and an eyepatch over his left eye, a brunette girl who looked to be in her mid-twenties and a woman with honey-blonde hair wearing a leather jacket and black skinny jeans. She looked to be as old as Willow. "Renesmee, I want you to meet Xander Harris, Dawn Summers and the legendary Slayer, Buffy."

"Hi," said Buffy smiling. "You must be Renesmee Cullen, right?" Renesmee nodded. "Wil told me about your little fight with the Moloch last month. I would've done the same thing."

"Yes, we all know how easy it is to kill a Moloch," Xander said sarcastically. "From what Jasper says, it's not that easy. He didn't go into details." Giles opened his mouth and said, "And I really don't want to hear it, G-Man." Giles closed his mouth and said nothing. "Sorry I haven't properly introduced myself. I'm Alexander Harris, best friend to Buffy and a Watcher-in-training at the Watcher's Council here in England, but everyone calls me Xander."

"I'm Renesmee," Renesmee said smiling at him, "but everyone calls me Nessie - or in my Mom's case- Little Nudger, which I must ask you not to ever call me unless you want a vampire and human hybrid kicking your behind all the way back to California." Xander grimaced and smiled meekly at her. "But you won't have to worry about that because any friend of Willow's is a friend of mine." Buffy grinned and looked at Harry, who stood up.

"Thank you all for coming, everyone," he said. "I can honestly say I didn't expect to live this long after almost being killed by Voldemort for half of my school career at Hogwarts, but I am really pleased to live right now. In light of all that happened during last year at Hogwarts, I can't express enough how happy I am to have all of you here today. There are some of you that I met over the Christmas holiday last year and a few I just met today, but I can't think of anyone else I'd like to celebrate my thirty-first birthday with than all of you."

"Well, we're all happy you're still alive, Potter," said McGonagall smiling. "As a matter of fact, this is the exact day that Voldemort tried to kill you thirty years ago."

"Yeah, that's kinda the point of the big party," Ron admitted. "You have to admit one thing, though, Professor, Harry's still the hero for stopping You-Know-Who almost twenty years ago, right?" McGonagall nodded and smiled as Ginny passed a plate of cake to her, then a piece to Ron. "Thanks, Ginny. Did Mum make it?"

"I did, actually," Ginny said. "Got the recipe from Mum, though. Hopefully it turned out okay." Harry took a bite of cake and nodded. "Good. I'd hate for my cooking to turn out bad." Everyone laughed, at their cake and then it was time for Harry's gifts. "Oh, Harry, darling, open ours first." she said handing him a box. "It's from Albus, James, Lily and myself." Harry opened the gift and pulled out a shirt that read 'Best Father' on the front and 'Greatest Auror' on the back.

"Thanks," he said and set it down beside him before accepting a rectangular parcel from Giles. He opened it. "Just like Hermione, you are," he said grinning and showed everyone a book. "A book on the Order of Aurelius?"

"Yes, the Order of Aurelius are a gang of vampires founded by the vampire we call the Master." Angel explained. "Back when I was all evil and destructive, I was in the Order along with Spike, Drusilla and Darla." Spike glared at Angel for saying Drusilla's name but Angel ignored it. "There's a biography of all of us in there including myself but I ask you not to think any different of me after reading it. I still have my soul, after all."

Spike snickered. "Yeah, for the third time, I hear. First time was when you got a happy from Buffy, then you were Angelus when your team of heroes in Los Angeles needed information on a new Big Bad in town." It was Angel's turn to glare and Renesmee just shook her head. She had heard the two vampires bickering since they started working together at Hogwarts and ignored it as much as possible. "Speaking of Buffy, don't you have a gift for the man of the day, Slayer?"

"Of course, I do," Buffy said and brought out a small black box and handed it to Harry, who opened it and withdrew a silver cross necklace. "This is in case you run into any of Angel's type of vampire...the ones with lumpy faces and sharp fangs." Harry thanked her and put it on. "Dawnie, what about you?" Dawn went over to Harry and planted a kiss on his cheek which made the men in the room whistle. "That was more than I expected, but okay." Buffy muttered.

Everyone was having a good time until Alice stood up suddenly. Renesmee, looking at her, realized her aunt was having a vision and asked what was going on. "Jasper, you may want to go outside now. Maria's here."

"Maria? I wonder what she wants?" Jasper said and went to the door, only to return with the vampire named Maria. "What's going on, Maria? You look a little upset."

"The Molochs are planning an attack and they're bringing a whole army." Maria said nervously and everyone gasped, all except for Jasper who shook his head. "Jasper, I'm serious. The Molochs want revenge."

"Revenge for what?" Renesmee asked curiously and cringed when the vampire woman stared at her with amber eyes.

"They want revenge for you killing their master." Maria said bitterly.

"No. That can't be true." Jasper said disbelievingly. "Maria, you don't know what you're talking about. Renesmee didn't kill the Moloch, I did. From what I understand about them, they don't exist anymore either. Why don't you go back home and just stay there. Come to us if you have any useful information." Maria glared at him and stamped her foot in frustration.

"Fine!" she snapped. "If you won't do something about it, I'll find someone who will!" Without another word, Maria ran out the front door and was gone.

Alice gulped as another vision hit her and she sat back down. "I don't believe this. She's going to the Volturi!" she whispered and silence fell.

Later that day, Harry, Ron and Hermione were called into the Minister's office for a meeting. Kingsley Shacklebolt was there with a number of people in black robes: the Volturi. "Thanks for coming, you three," Kingsley said bitterly and sat down at his desk. "This is Aro of the Volturi and he brought a few of his guard with him: Jane, Alec, Demitri, Felix, Afton, Benjamin and Tia. They're here because they have a very interesting request. Aro, would you like to explain?"

"Yes, Minister," said Aro looking at Harry, Ron and Hermione intently. "A very valuable source has informed us that an army of Moloch vampires are intent on taking revenge on Renesmee Cullen and Jasper Whitlock and we are sure that these monstrous creatures will no doubt be attacking Hogwarts again after their predecessor, Jonathan Marlowe, was killed a month ago."

"So, what are you proposing, Aro?" Harry asked calmly, but it was Jane that answered next.

"We are asking that you let us protect Hogwarts." she said with a smile. Harry and Ron exchanged looks of disbelief and Hermione gave a disparaging sound. "You don't believe me? How rude."

"It's not that we don't believe you," Kingsley said, "but why would we let you protect Hogwarts when the Ministry has a large number of Aurors at our disposal? Surely our ranks will be enough to handle the Molochs?"

Aro shook his head. "Normally, I would agree with you, Minister, but you fail to understand that the Molochs are far more dangerous than your normal vampire. Normal vampires kill because of their need for sustenance. Molochs kill for fun and pleasure. That's why the are called the Destroyers. They kill and leave chaos wherever they go." Harry refused to let the Volturi 'protect' his old school and Aro became a little more agressive. "We are not asking, Harry Potter."

"And I'm not letting you," Harry said angrily. "I've heard about your reputation for listening to false information, Aro. I heard Maria talk about the Molochs' revenge and I believe her. She only went to you guys because Jasper wasn't going to listen to her! Why are you so willing to protect Hogwarts all of a sudden?" Aro didn't answer. "You aren't, that's why. You want something...or someone, don't you?"

Hermione stood up, her wand drawn and said, "You want Alice because of her visions!"

"I said nothing about wanting anything or anyone for any reason." Aro snapped. "Put your wand away."

"I will keep my wand out if I choose to." Hermione said, her eyes burning with hatred. "We're going to make a deal. If you want your Volturi guard to protect Hogwarts, they'll have to work with Harry and the other Aurors. If you refuse, you get the bloody hell out of here and never come back!" Aro was shocked but, after talking with the guard he brought with him, agreed to her terms. "Good. As part of the list of Beings in my department, you have some rules to obey. There will be a list handed to you before your journey to Hogwarts." Aro nodded and the Volturi left immediately. "Can you believe them?"

"Not one word, Hermione," Ron said. "I didn't believe a single word they said. Wanting to protect Hogwarts? They'll probably join the Molochs and kill everyone in sight! I, for one, say we watch the Volturi very carefully and see just how much 'protection' they give the school when they get there." Harry nodded. A happy birthday indeed, he thought as he went to his office and shut the door.

Renesmee was furious and wanted to be left alone in her room so she could calm down. She took out a roll of parchment, her quill and a bottle of ink and wrote a letter to Scorpius, a friend she made last year. He was a Slytherin and the son of Draco Malfoy, the Potions master at Hogwarts.

Scorpius,

I'm sorry to bother you before school, but this is very important. A warlord from Jasper's past came by Grimmauld Place today and said that the Molochs were going to get revenge on Uncle Jasper for killing Jonathan Marlowe, who was a Moloch posing as a teacher last year in order to get to me. Uncle Jasper refused to believe her and Maria went to the Volturi. I'm not sure what they have in mind, but I don't believe that they're going to help. I hope your summer is going well.

Love,

Renesmee

Renesmee tied the letter to Solaris's leg and said, "Take this to Malfoy Manor. Scorpius will know who you are." The owl nipped her finger and flew out the window. Professor Malfoy wouldn't stand for a coven of vampires 'protecting' Hogwarts, she thought. If the Volturi were not willing to protect a vampire and human hybrid child, then why would they protect a school full of children? "They want something," she said to herself, "and I'm about to find out what." She crawled into bed to take a nap to calm down and found herself drifting off to sleep.

Over the next few days, Renesmee waited for a letter back from Scorpius, but nothing came yet. She did, however, receive letters from Hagrid, Professor Scamander and Professor Lupin, all asking how she was doing since the battle against the Moloch and she replied to everyone that she was doing fine and was looking forward to her second year. Scorpius's reply came the next day and she eagerly opened it.

Renesmee,

I cannot believe that a coven of vampires such as the Volturi would suggest protecting Hogwarts. I'm sure there is a reason behind their decision, but I know that Mr. Potter will not take to this lightly. He will want to watch them very closely over the upcoming year in case they 'slip up' and attack someone. My summer is going very well, thanks for asking. Dad took me to Quality Quidditch Supplies in Diagon Alley and bought me a Firebolt broomstick so I can play for the Slytherin Quidditch team! Are you going to try out for your team? If so, what position are you hoping to play? I'd like to see you as Seeker. With your sight, you'll catch the Snitch with no problem.

Sincerely,

Scorpius

Renesmee completely forgot about asking her mom about buying a broomstick so she could play on the Gryffindor Quidditch team this year and realized that she never really thought about what position she'd like to play. She agreed and disagreed with Scorpius's idea of playing Seeker because, with her vampire eyesight, she could catch the Snitch without a problem, but that would count as cheating. What position would she go for? What were her strengths? "There's only one person I can ask about Quidditch," Renesmee told herself, "and that's Harry Potter himself, the youngest Seeker in a century!" Renesmee contemplated on sending a letter to Harry but he was probably at work by now, so she decided to ask while she and her parents went to Diagon Alley for school supplies, but she'd ask her parents if they'd buy her a broomstick right away.

Renesmee found her mom sitting on the porch swing watching the clouds in the sky. "Hi, honey," Bella said smiling as Renesmee sat down with her. "It's so beautiful to watch the clouds on a nice day like this."

"Yeah," Renesmee agreed and leaned back to watch the clouds, too. "Mom, I was thinking...I want to try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team at Hogwarts this year, but I'm not sure which position I want to try out for. There's Chaser, Seeker, Beater and Keeper, but I don't know."

"Well, honey, what are you really good at?" Bella asked her daughter.

"Um...everything." Renesmee answered and laughed a little at what she just said. "I can fly really good, too, according to Madam Hooch." Bella nodded. "Would it be cheating with my vampire speed?"

"It might," Bella said, "but there are only a certain few that know of your abilities. I really don't care what position you play, Renesmee, as long as you have fun doing it and train hard." She sighed and said with a little grin, "You want your dear mother to buy you a broomstick, don't you?"

Renesmee got on her knees and begged. "Please, Mom?" she said. Bella sighed and told her to ask her father. "Okay!" She ran inside and found her father watching TV with her Grandpa Charlie. "Hey, Dad, Grandpa Charlie!" she said and sat on Edward's lap.

"What do you want?" Edward asked teasingly. "Whenever you want something, you always sit on my lap." Charlie chuckled and gently rubbed Renesmee's back with the back of his hand until Edward frowned. "You want a broomstick for Quidditch? Are you sure that's a good idea, honey?"

"Dad, I really want to be on the team!" Renesmee explained. "I'm not doing it because I'm pressured to. I actually want to do this for myself, so I can fit in with everyone." Edward thought for a moment and, with a little nudge from Charlie and Renesmee, he finally agreed. "Thanks, Dad! I was going to talk to Mr. Potter about what position I should play for the team when we go to Diagon Alley. I should've asked him at his birthday party."

"Yeah, you should have." Charlie said. "But you didn't. I don't know anything about Quidditch, but whatever position you are on, just know that I'm cheering for you." Renesmee hugged her grandfather and asked if he was going shopping with them. "Yeah, I'm going with you. While you were getting some of your supplies last year, I talked with Mr. Ollivander and he said I'd make a great wizard, so I thought I'd buy a wand and see how much of a wizard I really am." Renesmee liked the idea and suggested that she go support him when he did buy his wand.

Harry Potter used the time he was supposed to be spending on his report thinking about the Volturi and why they were planning on 'protecting' Hogwarts. "Something's not right about them," he told himself while placing a packet of documents in a folder. He put the folder in a wire basket and sat back down. "The Volturi, they're very interesting vampires, but I don't trust them."

"You made that known, mate," Ron said from Harry's office doorway. He shut the door behind him and added, "Our new mate Angel did some research at the Muggle library on their computers and found that the Volturi are from Volterra, Italy. According to his research, they seek out the most powerful vampires like Alice Hale and get them to join their coven. Alice has visions, right?" Harry nodded. "Well, what if the Volturi are still after her?"

"The real question we should ask are what the Molochs want revenge for." Harry corrected his brother-in-law. "A Moloch killed Ernie Macmillan last year just because of that locket Renesmee was wearing is a shard from the Sword of Angels. D'you think they might want it?"

"No," Ron said shaking his head. "Why would they want something that could kill them?" Harry shrugged, took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Maybe that Slayer girl Buffy might know something. She's been fighting evil since she was fifteen."

"Buffy Summers is really smart, but she knows nothing about this kind of vampire." Harry argued. "She's supposed to be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year since Teddy decided to stay home after the whole ordeal at Hogwarts last year." He stood up, stretched and said, "Let's call it a day and go home. Lily's been hounding me about getting her some new clothes in Diagon Alley; she's running out of outfits." Ron laughed and they headed toward the Atrium to the fireplaces and ran into Dolores Umbridge. "Oh, hello, Dolores."

"Potter," Umbridge said stiffly, "I never received your report for this week. Have you finished it yet?" Harry shook his head and apologized. "I need it in my office by Friday, Mr. Potter, and you, Mr. Weasley, I still need your report, too."

"Yes, Dolores, I'll get on it tomorrow." Ron promised. "For now, Harry and I have some other business to attend to." Umbridge nodded and the two of them vanished in the fireplaces.

Angel and Spike were walking the streets of London later at night, watching the people walking to their destinations and chatting with friends. They stopped at a crosswalk and waited for the street light to change so they could walk. As they waited, someone was following them. "Spike, do you sense someone following us?"

"Yeah, I do," Spike confirmed, "and they seem to be undead." His facial features rippled and his blue eyes turned yellow. Angel did the same and the turned around to see two Molochs in their true forms. Cocking his head, Spike asked his companion, "Will we look like that when we get older?"

Smiling a little, Angel replied, "You might, but I won't," and charged at the Molochs who charged back with their stone swords raised. Angel punched the one attacking him in the jaw, kicked its chest, then flipped it over with one twist of his wrist. The Moloch transformed into a large bear and Angel gulped. "Uh-oh."

"Uh-oh? That's all you can say?" Spike growled as his Moloch slammed its clawed fist into his face. He retaliated by kicking the Moloch between the legs and smashing both fists on top of its head, knocking it out. "You made a bloody bear, you great poof!" The bear heard him, glared at both vampires with its violet eyes, then ran off with its companion close behind him. "You think we better tell Nessie about all this?" Angel nodded and took out his cell phone. After all the time he had a cell phone, he never learned how to use one...especially a new one like this.

"I'll call her." he said and tapped the screen with his thumb to hit Renesmee's house phone number and listened to the tone. "Hey, Mrs. Cullen, it's Angel. Is Renesmee home?" He waited for a second and then Renesmee was on the other line. "Nessie, we've got a problem. I think that Maria woman was right about the Molochs wanting revenge because Spike and I just got attacked."

"YOU WHAT?" Angel pulled the phone away from his ear and handed it to Spike. "What do you mean a Moloch attacked you tonight?"

"We mean that two bull-like creatures attacked us with swords, but don't worry. We had it under control until Captain Forehead made one of them angry and turn into a bear!" Spike said. He laughed for a second then said, "You want us to...what?" Angel turned to look at him and Spike held up a finger indicating he needed a moment. "All right, we'll be on the way, Li'l Bit. Okay, okay, I won't call you that. Bye." Angel put up his arms as if to say 'well, what did she say' and Spike sighed. "Nessie wants us at her house on the double, Angel. Her daddy's calling the Scoobies now and we're having a meeting."

"Oh goodie." Angel said smiling. "Just like old times, eh, Spike?" He chuckled, looked at his companion then said, "No, the old times were kicking your sorry bottom all over Sunnydale." Spike shook his head and the two of them went off to Renesmee's house.

(Welcome to the second book of the seven-book Renesmee Cullen series. Hopefully there will be more chapters in this one because I really like where this is going and I don't want to stop. I'm sorry if I made the last book sort of rushed in places. That was because I was having writer's block and I couldn't think of anything at the time. Anyway, hope you like the first chapter of the second installment.)