Another Beginning

Chapter 32

Will The Cullen's Relent?

Carlisle had been at the hospital all night, while everyone looked exhausted and extremely tired; Carlisle looked as he always did. Immaculate, wide awake and as compassionate as ever. The morning staff were just coming into the hospital and the nightshift were leaving. Especially those who had been working all day. Renee and Charlie were still sitting in the waiting room, their eyes wide, with black bags under them. Indicating they had not yet slept a wink. Carlisle felt sympathy stir in his breastbone; he wasn't looking forward to giving them the news at all. Unfortunately he had to give them the news; it wasn't fair to keep them waiting any longer than they had to. He hated giving bad news to parents, he was used to it though, and he'd been doing it for several centuries. He had already told Edward what was happening, knowing Edward felt he same as he did. He cared for Bella still despite her actions. Love might melt but it didn't completely fade away.

"Charlie?" called Carlisle making his way into the waiting area; he and Renee were the only two people there. Forks didn't have many fatal emergency's, with it being such a small town. He didn't normally call them by their given name, but he also didn't normally know them as well as he knew Isabella and Charlie.

"Carlisle," said Charlie standing up, a look of utter wariness and fear upon his face, his heart was pounding a mile a minute. He prayed to whatever god was listening, to not give up on his daughter for her to be alright. Swearing he'd set her right, that she'd be good for as long as he had breath in his body.

"Doctor Cullen," said Renee, she didn't know Carlisle, she'd only met Edward once during the time he and Bella had visited her. He'd stayed in the house, letting Bella have proper catch up time with her. Yet he'd always watched her like a hawk, she hadn't been surprised by the engagement that followed. She had thought Bella had found her happily ever after, even if they had been moving far too quickly in her opinion. She hadn't wanted her daughter to marry so young, she had made that mistake. It had hurt herself, Charlie and Bella, who'd grown up with only a mother instead of both parents. By the time she'd found someone, Phil, Bella had been grown up and in no need of a father. She still couldn't understand why her daughter hadn't told her.

"Please sit," said Carlisle gesturing for them to re-take their seats. Renee's eyes widened and she practically fell onto the seat. Charlie just shook his head in resolute determination. Facing Carlisle tensely, awaiting the news which he knew wasn't good. Otherwise Carlisle wouldn't be so hesitate to tell him. When Bella had almost been hurt by the van, Carlisle had been quick to ensure she was fine.

"We did our best, but unfortunately Isabella has badly damaged her spine, I'm sorry Charlie Bella is paralyzed from the waist down. We managed to fix part of it, otherwise she would have been Quadriplegic." explained Carlisle, for once abandoning his professionalism and giving it straight. Charlie had already despaired at his 'doctor's speech' he doubted the father could take much more. Quadriplegic was the inability to move anything below the neck. Paraplegic was what Bella suffered now, which meant she couldn't move anything from the waist down. All things considered she was lucky that Carlisle had been able to repair so much. At least this way she could have a moderately normal life and not need care twenty four seven.

A sob tore out of Renee's throat, "Can we see her?" she asked tears running down her face. Her daughter had always been clumsy; she'd never imagined anything like this could happen. Even after the fact she'd fallen down a flight of stairs trying to come home to her.

"Right now the nurses are giving her for another scan; we need to ensure the swelling in her brain has gone down. It wasn't bad but it was enough to concern us, especially with her other injuries." said Carlisle quickly rushing to explain at the two twin horrified looks on their faces.

"Will she wake up?" asked Charlie his voice wavering slightly despite his desire to stay strong, not just for his own sake, or Bella's but Renee's as well.

"She had mild concussion, there's no telling when she will wake up, but there's no reason why she won't soon." said Carlisle. Trying to sooth the terrified parents as much as he could while remaining truthful.

"When can I see my daughter?" asked Renee desperately, she had to see her and soon. She had to let her daughter know she was here for her.

Looking at his watch and the clipboard, "She should be coming down any minute now; she will be put in the ICU. Janice," called Carlisle, "Can you take them to Isabella's room?" there was no need to add a last name; they all knew who was who here.

"Of course," said the nurse, smiling sympathetically she took the clipboard from Carlisle, blushing furiously and then escorted them.

Carlisle sighed gratefully as he stepped into his home, he loved helping people yes, but there was nowhere else in the world he'd rather be than at home with his wife and children. It had been an extremely trying day well night he summarised musingly. Everyone stared up at him curiously, especially Jasper.

"Well?" asked Rosalie her voice flat and devoid of any emotion, so what she was feeling was anyone's guess.

"She's paralysed from the waist down," said Carlisle dropping his bag and coat beside the door. He went over and sat down beside his wife, who drew him into a comforting hug. He loved her so much; she truly was his soul mate and other half.

"Why didn't I see it?" asked Alice, why hadn't see seen anything regarding Bella in the past few weeks, it wasn't like she'd been avoiding her. In fact because Edward had asked her, she'd been keeping an eye on her.

"It seems like your visions have been off regarding Bella lately, maybe it was meant to be?" suggested Emmett, he'd loved teasing her and Edward, and she'd been fun since she always blushed furiously. It wasn't often he got to tease humans like that, he'd have defended her to death, but it had only been for his brother. He hadn't known Bella well enough to love her, as a brother in law of course. He wasn't like Esme and Carlisle, he didn't love immediately. It didn't help that his wife was dead set against Bella, and her being a vampire. He'd been all for it, anything that made Edward happy he was all for. He'd been alone too long, he'd been lucky he'd had Rosalie from the second he woke up. Edward had been alone since he woke up a vampire, resolutely ignoring all female advances. Go figure he'd turn out to be gay, not that Emmett cared. He liked Harry; in fact he was more fun. The only thing was he didn't like the magical world; he couldn't play his games or use the internet.

"They've never been like that before," said Alice pouting childishly, she didn't like what was happening at all. Bella had been a good human friend for three years. She loved her brother more and was happy if he was. Didn't mean she was happy to have lost a good friend, poor Bella.

"Haven't they? You mean there's never been a vision you haven't been able to stop no matter what?" asked Emmett dryly. His wife was notably quiet about it all; he stared at her in confusion. She normally was the first to give her opinion even if it was mostly nasty or sarcastic.

"It doesn't matter regardless, since we cannot change what is," said Carlisle finally relaxing.

"Speak for yourself," grinned Harry coming and sitting down. Edward of course as always close by Harry's side.

Carlisle just smiled sheepishly at Harry, he'd learned a lot about the magical world. Including the fact they could go back in time. Only by hours, but if you twisted it enough times, you'd be going back enough.

"So son, are you still going to ask Charlie to go through with it?" asked Carlisle.

"If he files it then yes, as long as its on her record if she does anything like that again she wont just get told off." said Edward, he and Harry had spoke about it. Truth be told Harry felt a little sorry for her, but it was only because he'd been able to replace everything. If he hadn't hell, he'd have muttered something about chickens coming home to roost. That she had deserved everything that happened to her. Now though he did indeed feel a little sorry for her, his Gryffindor half shining through. His Slytherin side though was still thinking she deserved it, but he didn't side with that part of him often. He understood what it was like to go through something traumatic and be changed because of it. She was going to be stuck in a wheelchair for life now, plus as Edward had said there was no chance of her actually being put in prison. She could no longer annoy himself or Edward so he was content to let the charges lie.

Carlisle smiled in proud, he was indeed extremely proud of Edward. For a long while, ten years in fact, he'd feared Edward was lost to him forever. Lost to the dark, lost to the thrill of feeding from humans. Terrified he'd get himself caught, and the Volturi would have him. His ten year of worry was for naught, as Edward had come back. Ever since he'd tried to make up for his supposed crimes. Ever since he'd never gone back, never drank human blood again. Then he'd met his singer, overcome the need for blood, and now he knew his son would never have to worry about it again. If he'd won the battle with his singer, normal blood would do nothing for him. He stared over at Harry to see how he felt about it, but found no contempt or anger at his sons words. Good, at least they weren't going to alienate Harry in the bid to do the right thing.

"She's getting off too easy in my opinion," sneered Rosalie, Emmett let out a breath he hadn't been aware he'd held. He'd been worried about Rosalie, she'd been so quiet but that was the woman he loved. Whether he agreed with her or not, she was his wife and he cherished her.

"Rosalie," admonished Carlisle, she'd always been vindictive, after what life had thrown at her nobody could blame her least of all Carlisle. For a time he thought Emmett might be able to tame her, unfortunately not. He accepted all his children despite their attitudes or their outlook on life. Jasper and Rosalie were a lot alike, too much sometimes, sometimes you would think they were twins the way they acted.

Rosalie just grimaced at her 'father's' tone, she was used to it, he didn't like half the things that came out of her mouth. In Rosalie's opinion Carlisle was too compassionate, she held no love for humans and that's just the way it was. She was glad Bella was out of the way, she had been all too eager to become a vampire in her book. She wouldn't have ever considered if, she was glad Harry wasn't human. Then again, she thought to herself, Harry's friends were alright, but they weren't human, they were magical.

"Poor Charlie, he must be worried sick," said Esme changing the subject.

"He is," agreed Carlisle, looking grim.

"Alright Hermione what have you done? You've been acting like crookshanks after catching a mouse!" said Ron standing there demanding answers from his girlfriend. He had recovered from his time in Azkaban. At least minimally, unfortunately the nightmares were still there and he feared they always would be. Hermione had them too just less violet as his. His Hermione though was always there for him at night when things got bad. He'd never be over what happened to him, his own family deserting him and basically handing him over to be sentenced. He never went to see any of them. The only ones he was in contract with were the ones who were in there with him. Fred, George and Ginny, Ginny was staying with the twins in their shop above the shop. Her nightmares were bad, so it was a smart thing to do. As always her brothers were extremely protective of her.

"Nothing," said Hermione a picture of innocence.

"Tell." demanded Ron wryly.

"Oh all right, but Harry doesn't hear about this got it? He'd just blame himself?" said Hermione giving in.

"Okay," said Ron even more curious now, just what had Hermione been up to? She had been sleeping when he got home from Auror training. He hadn't woken her up, knowing that hardly any of them got enough sleep. She was at university gaining her charms degree, and then she'd go on to receive her mastery. She had slept peacefully that night; he'd woken up drenched in sweat, but thankfully quietly.

"Do you remember the Cullen's speaking about Isabella Swan?" asked Hermione.

"Isabella?" asked Ron screwing up his face deep in thought; in the end he shook his head negatively.

"Bella, Ronald, Bella," sighed Hermione impatiently.

"Oh yeah, Alice spoke about her a lot," said Ron nodding his head, "So did Rosalie but not kindly." he finished sheepishly. He had thought she was related to the Malfoy's the way she spewed things. But over the time he spent, he'd realized she just gave you a raw unvarnished version of her truth. Of how she saw things, but she loved her family deeply.

"She didn't take Edward leaving her very well," said Hermione simply, no ounce of compassion in her voice. Azkaban had changed them all, for better or for worse nobody knew. Probably better for Hermione. She no longer viewed the world as black and white, heaven and hell; she knew there was reasons for everything and that the world was fifty shades of grey. There wasn't truly a 'light' wizard, just people pretending to be one. To be honest there was no such thing as a 'light' spell. You could kill someone with a tickling charm, if left on too long, you could kill someone with a levitating spell, hell the list was endless. Hermione understood that, and she also loved her friends very deeply. After everything Harry had done, she wasn't about to see him be harmed by a Muggle girl. Nobody in the Wizarding world had the heart to do such a thing; even Malfoy had never gone that far. He'd never really mentioned Harry's parents either, come to that so he hadn't been all out vicious.

"I can understand that," said Ron, giving Hermione a look of pure unadulterated love. Without her he wouldn't have survived Azkaban. He was so proud of Hermione, especially when she transformed into her Animagus form. She'd kept him warm at night, letting him curl around her until he succeeded in transforming completely, which had only been after he was out of Azkaban. He loved her and he didn't know what he'd do if she left him.

"She destroyed Edward's vanquish in a fit of rage, its worth more than what Harry had in his school vault." said Hermione trying to get Ron to see how just expensive it was.

Ron's jaw dropped, when they were angry they just cursed people, we didn't actually harm their stuff. That was a lot of money, more than he'd ever seen in his lifetime anyway.

"That wasn't the worst," said Hermione grimly causing Ron's eyes to widen, just what could be worse than destroying thousands of pounds of damage?

"She destroyed Harry's broomstick and pictures," said Hermione.

"No!" he cried completely horrified, he knew how much Harry cherished those things, he was always looking at his pictures at night. Especially when he couldn't sleep, he always had the pictures beside his bed. He kept them close at all times, never letting anyone touch them, to him it was the Holy Grail and Merlin's wand rolled into one. Harry had to be devastated, he was all for Apparating to see him, staying off that day.

"Yes, did you know they can't be repaired if they are ripped up?" she asked curiously, the bookworm in her shining through briefly.

"Yeah, they are made with magic if you broke a broom it cant be repaired, same with all magical objects…didn't you ever wonder why we didn't just repair Harry's Nimbus 2000?" said Ron, it still amazed him when he knew something Hermione didn't. Which admittedly wasn't often but it made Ron feel better when it did happen. It showed he knew things she didn't, that he wasn't completely stupid.

"I never really thought about it," said Hermione, it was her turn to be sheepish.

"What did Harry do to her? Is she even still alive?" he knew better than Hermione what Vampire's were like. He'd grown up in a world full of them, admittedly he'd only ever seen three or four in his entire life. He had been brought up with knowledge of vampires, hags, werewolf's and the whole shebang. They were extremely territorial, if someone did that to Harry as a wizard he'd have exploded, now as a Newborn vampire it might be worse.

"He tried to kill her, but the Cullen's managed to stop her," said Hermione simply.

Ron was surprised at himself when he felt disappointed?! He didn't want his friend to be a murderer but it would have served Bella right. "I think I might have a few pictures of us, but none of his parents…maybe Hagrid will know?" he said already planning on doing what Hermione already had.

"It's okay, I asked Harry's parents, they told me where they kept their pictures," said Hermione grinning widely, "He loved them, there's a lot more now, not just of him one year and three months old." she sniggered slightly remembering the picture of Harry with just a nappy on, a soft toy dog tail between his lips, the black dog was dangling downwards. He was staring at the camera a wide green eyed look. He had looked so adorable; the one at the top had been her favourite. She had placed it there on purpose, a picture of Harry naked in the bath surrounded by magical baby bath toys. Then again she wouldn't find it funny if her parents showed off her baby pictures.

"His broom?" asked Ron marginally calming down, his broom came close to cherished possessions; he no longer used it in fear of it going the same way as his Nimbus. His godfather had got him it, and it meant the world to him.

"I dropped Harry's name to the broom maker, he fixed it, for free." said Hermione smirking wryly, something you wouldn't have found on her face before Azkaban.

"This can't be why you look so smug," said Ron catching on to the fact Hermione was trying to distract him.

"I may have cursed Bella," said Hermione a cold glint in her eyes.

"May have?" asked Ron wryly, Hermione's spells never failed to hit their mark, nor did her punches, he mused silently thinking of their third year.

"Alright it succeeded," said Hermione, she'd watched the girl fall with no ounce of sympathy. She would pay for dare hurting her friend the way she had. Harry deserved happiness, and she was interfering with it. He'd died for a world that couldn't care less, that held him on a pedestal. Harry liked Forks, so she had made sure Bella wouldn't be a threat anymore.

"And?" asked Ron curiously.

"I don't know," said Hermione shrugging, "It's not like I can ask without arousing suspicion. I'm not having Harry feeling guilty and helping her."

"He would wouldn't he?" sighed Ron shaking his head, sometimes Harry was too bloody good for his own health. He'd help anyone if he thought they needed it, no matter what they did to him. Like all the shit Draco had put them through, he'd gone to help him as soon as he could and Severus Snape. He no longer hated them, but he would never forget the shit they'd put him or Harry through. Then again if Severus and Draco hadn't ended up in Azkaban, then they'd likely still be there. Harry thought they were dead; he'd never have thought or imagined needing to look in Azkaban for them. He guessed he owed the spies thanks for that.

He remembered being in Azkaban, barely conscious and hearing Snape speaking. There had been a note of reverence and vindictive pleasure in his voice when speaking of Harry's adventures against Voldemort speaking to Regulus Black. He'd never thought of it that way, until he heard them speaking. Harry had defeated Voldemort, with only a year's magical education. Defeated a sixty foot basilisk at the age of twelve with only a sword and hat. He'd never seen or heard Snape be that way before, it reminded him of his fathers prideful words, when he first spoke, did his first magic, when he took his first steps it was endless.

"It's nearly Christmas time we can go see him then," said Ron, he had time off, so did Hermione, Fred and George could get someone else to run their shop and Ginny too. Luna and Neville could come; Neville was running his own business from his house, growing herbs and potion ingredients doing what he loved best. Luna was staying at home, for the moment but she wanted to travel, to see the world and the magical animals she believed were true. Luna and Neville had taken the longest to recover, and their nightmares were probably worse than his. They saw their parents dying or being cursed so it made sense for them to be worse.

"Good idea!" said Hermione all for it, they missed Harry a lot, and it seemed they never got to see each other a lot. The time difference didn't help them any, perhaps after Christmas they could come up with a way to see each other more.

Bella panicked; there was nothing but endless darkness surrounding her, dragging her down. She could hear her parents talking, crying, what had happened? What was going on? She forced herself through the endless darkness, forcing her mind to obey, she wanted to wake up. With surprising force her eyes slowly opened. Blinking in confusion, why was she in hospital? There was a sudden commotion by her parents when her eyes opened.

"What?" she managed to get out her mouth was extremely dry; she was very drowsy and slightly sore. "What happened?" she eventually managed.

"Can you follow the light with your eyes Bella?" asked a doctor she didn't know. The glaring light made her blink but she did as she was asked to do. She followed the light wanting answers desperately. "Can you move your arms?" the doctor then asked. This confused Bella, why would he ask such a thing? But regardless she did as he asked her too, moving them flexing her fingers.

Her eyes widened when she couldn't move her legs, "Why can't I feel my legs?" she shouted panicking beyond anything she'd ever felt in her life. Even more than the time she'd been confronted by James or Victoria, or when Jasper had lost control and Edward had thrown her against the wall.

"Calm down, you've been in an accident," said the doctor.

"Mum!" cried Bella, her eyes were wide with fear, it didn't help that her mother had tears running down her face. Her heart was racing faster than a drum; tears of her own were beginning to pour down her face.

"It's going to be okay sweetheart we promise, you had a bit of a fall," said Renee trying to sooth her terrified daughter. Willing away her own tears, she had to be strong for her daughter now. Since Charlie was just standing there looking constipated he was obviously not going to be much help.

"Can you tell me what date it is?" asked the doctor.

So Bella told him the last day she remembered.

"That's good, you've not suffered any memory loss," said the doctor nodding his head happily. "Are you thirsty?" no doubt she would be, everyone was after surgery.

Bella nodded, but Renee grabbed the water before the doctor could, determined to be the one to help her daughter.

There we go guys, sorry i've not been updating for a few days, have the flu :( but im a little better today so i decided to update! its so boring lying in bed doing nothing lol anyways there you go! Bella is alive and well...not well but hey she could have it worse :) i agree with the reviews it would be wrong to have her forget everything make her innocent again :) and dont worry harry wont be told ;) hehe what did you think? will Esme cook for harry's friends when and if they come? will ron make up with his family? especially bill and charlie? will percy regret what he did and make up with his family? he was only going o what his parents taught him after all will there be forgiveness for arthur and molly too? or will they forever be alienated by his family? what about penelope and percy's child? will charlie weasley and her end up an item? charlie bringign up pecys child and percy never getting to see it? R&R