For no reason, I just feel the need to point out that I pictured Renesmee as Melissa Benoist, because frankly, the CGI one is creepy. Not that it affects the story, though.

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She severely doubted it. She gazed sadly at him, her hand raised to run it through the messy hair, but stopped mid-air in fear of waking him up. Don't worry, Renesmee solemnly promised. In return, I'll protect you.

"Come on..." Renesmee's heart skipped a beat in alarm. "You can do it, Iron Man!"

And Renesmee laughed silently to herself as she drifted to sleep, feeling safe and sound.

Chapter 5 - Another Side Of The World

"We're going back."

Edward Cullen looked up to see his wife's hard face. He had known her far too much to miss the deep sadness behind her stern, strong façade. He didn't say anything, but stood up and pulled her into a tight hug. Edward sighed. Since when had she become so hard?

Oh, right. Since she became a mother.

It was quite amusing how parentage could change a person. Gone was the timid, clumsy girl Edward once knew. She was now a strong-willed, hard woman with an uptight air about her; especially about things regarding their daughter. Nevertheless, she was still the woman he loved, and as he had always said, nothing would change that. They sometimes differed in opinions regarding their daughter—Bella's frantic efforts to keep Renesmee in the "safe range", and Edward's own opinion on how their teenage girl should been given more options in her life. Silently, Edward couldn't help but think that he was right. Renesmee needed more options, she was a teenager, after all. Had Bella listened to him, Renesmee would probably still be around...

But Edward wouldn't say that aloud. At least not now, not when everyone was panicked.

The couple was currently in Southern America, searching for information on their daughter's whereabouts. This action had taken place three days after the teenager went missing—when the clan finally realized that she was not coming back. A day after she left, the Cullens had tried to track her scent, but the heavy rain that occurred the night before destroyed their chances. They managed to follow her scent until the southern Forks boundaries, and then it was gone. They then divided into three teams so the Cullens could contact their friends around the world about Renesmee. Unfortunately, no one had heard or seen of her.

Was it wise? Edward wondered sadly, to let her go like that?

Edward didn't dare to hope for great news, so when the Cullens gathered in their living room after the quick travel, he wasn't too crushed to hear nothing new.

"Siobhan agreed to search around Ireland," Carlisle informed. "they promised not to tell anyone about it."

"The same goes for the Denali," Emmet spoke up.

"Alice, can't you try seeing into the future again?" Bella almost snapped, rubbing her temples. "Harder. There has to be something you can do! You really can't—"

"I can't," Alice answered, exasperated. "I tried, okay? A lot. I used to be able to look around her, but now I can't. It's pitch black, Bella. No buzz, no anything. Just black. I'm doing everything I—"

Bella's eyes flashed angrily. "You're not doing enough!"

"Bella," Edward stopped her. Her temper was endless these days—it was almost a matter of time before somebody got hurt.

She blinked a few times, which she always did that when she tried to calm herself. "I-I'm sorry, Alice."

Alice still looked distressed, but she gave her a small smile.

"I still doubt this plan," Rosalie intervened. "A bit counter-productive, isn't it? We have a big mass searching for her, yet we're trying to keep it a secret? It would be much better if we publicly searched for her and let everyone know about this. Much faster."

"That's asking for a conflict, Rose," Alice said. "We all know that the Volturi would love a chance like this to hurt us."

"But what can they do, really? She hasn't done anything wrong, at least by their standards," Esme chipped in.

"Volturi is Volturi," Jasper said, as if that explained much. Strangely, it did. "Every little opening of ours is a Christmas gift for Aro."

"How's Jacob?" Edward asked, concerned.

The attention turned to the ones who came home first. Alice bit her lip."The last I heard, he was around New York. Leah's been trying to help him."

Bella broke the silence that followed Alice's statement. "Is he…any better?"

Alice sighed. "He's half alive, Bella."

Upon hearing this, no sound was heard but Bella's head snuggling to Edward's chest. As much as Edward had finally begun to care for Jacob, Jacob was his least priority at the moment. The seconds after Jacob admitted it, Edward had made him swear that Renesmee would not be forced to do anything. And Jacob kept his word. Edward had absorbed the tangled emotions in his head, and there was no animosity. Simply numbness. But how long would it last? Even Sam Uley had once given in to his wolf-temper that caused his wife's scar. How long would it take for Jacob to crave a claim on her?

Edward closed his eyes. A part of him regretted letting her go—as he originally thought that she simply needed time and would come back in a few hours. But she did not. And then horror struck him, the possibilities of Renesmee's actions. Would she come back? Would she listen if he begged her to? Would she at least try to love Jacob?

"I think we should stop this," Jasper said.

Rosalie threw him a look of disbelief. "No way."

"Put yourselves in her shoes," Emmet defended. "Would you like it to have a bunch of vampires searching for you, all around the world, when all you needed was time and privacy to think about everything?"

"But then what will we do?" Bella's eyes were full of tears that could never fall. "Wait for her? Until she comes back? What if something happens? What if someone takes advantage of her? What if she's caught by Joham, or worse, Volturi? What if—"

"Shh, Bella," Edward pulled her back to his arms. "It's going to be alright."

"What if she doesn't want to come home?"

Every head snapped to Jasper, who threw his hands in the air in surrender. "I'm thinking about the worst scenario here."

"I don't think so," Carlisle intervened, his voice soothing. "She's…Renesmee. She's still a child."

"Well, I think that the little kid doesn't want to come home," Emmet shrugged. "At least not now. But hey, she's half-vampire. She can take care of herself."

"It's not humans that we're worried of, Emmett," Edward finally said. "It's the Volturi."

"Which is why we have to keep quiet," Emmet's tone raised in excitement—he actually believed it would work. "If Renesmee encounters one Volturi, she won't be stupid enough to let them know she ran away. She can say that she's on vacation or something. And if they need proof, they can just ask us and we'll go with whatever Renesmee comes up with."

"This is insane," Emmett didn't look disturbed by Rosalie's snide comment. "Not going to work. Volturi will find a way to do something. They hate us—much more than before."

"I think we should keep searching," Edward said. He didn't want to give up just yet. "Discreetly. Not too much, and we won't need everyone. The search shouldn't be full-out, but done frequently. And if the Volturi asks us, we'll go with Emmet's plan."

Bella didn't miss a beat. "I don't agree."

Bella's statement led to a lot of discussions, which grew even more heated as the topic went further. And then, in the middle of the racket, Alice's eyes went unfocused.

No one else had noticed, not even Jasper, but Edward did. The vision was so short that it didn't even last a second. Alice's eyes went back to normal, before connecting with Edward's.

Really slowly, Alice shook her head. Don't say anything. I'll do something.

What they saw in the vision was a pair of brilliant, glowing green eyes.

"Excuse me, sir…sir.."

A voice, heavily accented, echoed in his mind. Harry's eyes opened hesitantly to find a Japanese stewardess smiling politely at him.

"Yes?" Harry asked, still half awake.

"We have arrived in Japan."

Oh. Right.

Harry wasn't the only one sleeping like dead, though. Renesmee was still sleeping, her head resting on his shoulder. Harry could smell the freesia scent from her bronze hair.

"Oi," Harry nudged her gently. "We've arrived."

Renesmee's eyes opened to stare right into his. They widened frantically before she stammered, "Huh?"

"We're here," Harry grinned. "We're in Japan!"

Upon seeing such a long line, Harry subtly casted another charm for their passport. That was one of his abilities that he was especially proud of. Even among the wizarding community, his work was difficult to trace. Renesmee seemed comfortable with all this "treachery", so everything went smoothly. They went into the bathroom and Disapparated outside the airport.

Renesmee had obviously never visited Japan before, as she gawked at the buildings that truthfully, weren't much different than the ones in her hometown. What he was excited for was the Wizarding community of Japan. He flicked his wand once to see the words Pray Under A Magical Shrine In Japan sparkle in the air.

Since Harry's driving skill had increased quite significantly, Renesmee had reluctantly let him do the deed.

"So," Renesmee said, after she swallowed some potato chips they bought in a muggle market."How do we find them?"

"Japanese is a bit peculiar," Harry grinned. "They hide an entire island, here."

Renesmee observed the map Harry handed her. "The one marked with an 'x'?" Harry nodded. "Exactly at the north of Way-ca-ney..."

"Wakkanai," Harry corrected. "Study some Japanese unless you want to offend some people. There's a Japanese: A Super Quick Guide To Actually Make It Useful in my bag."

Renesmee grumbled, but read the book anyway. This left Harry the silence he needed. It was not a comfortable silence, but Harry didn't mind, letting all things to pour on his head like a bucket of cold water.

So in the end, he decided to bring her along, Harry mused. Renesmee seemed like a pretty nice kid, albeit a little too loud. Harry somehow admired her grace—just a little—and the next second he would regret thinking that, seeing as the grace disappeared every time she spoke. Harry's judgment regarding her innocence was true, too. It was almost disturbing to Harry; the way that she ran around freely, as if she didn't expect danger to step out of every dark corner, or getting ready for a little opening to strike. Almost every wizard and witch was, still, wary of darkness.

Some would call Renesmee ignorant; the way she carried herself. Harry knew some of his subordinates that would look down at her in distaste before counting her left days to live. Such a foolish thing to do—to laugh happily without watching possible threats rising around you. Some would call it foolish, they would.

But Harry called her lucky.

As detrimental as it was, her company had felt comfortable. Harry found it refreshing to just lay down, staring at nothing while she sat beside him, tunes flowing beautifully out of her lips. The songs she sang always touched him in a way he himself couldn't understand. Harry could simply listen to it all day, read books with music in the background or drift off to sleep. Her voice was like her own version of magic.

Aside of that, what would Hermione think?

Hermione was the only person that would stand up for his choice now. It might sound awful that he seemed like that was the only reason he feared her to back off, but Harry couldn't imagine if she knew that there was now a little girl with him. Hermione herself had wanted so badly to go along with him, but Harry had bluntly refused. He didn't know what he was doing either. The moment when he found the innocence, he just didn't mind taking her along.

It felt like the right thing to do.

Hermione had texted him once, when he was still unconscious, a simple note asking how everything had been. Harry wanted to tell everything—Merlin knew Hermione would get the answers in seconds—but instead, he replied with a simple "I'm fine" which she hadn't replied until now.

"I'm hungry," Renesmee announced, dragging Harry back to his surroundings.

There was silence for awhile, before Harry's stomach growled.

Renesmee laughed. "Definitely time to eat, then. Where, oh where to eat?"

Since Renesmee won their little Rock, Paper and Scissors, Renesmee was the one to decide the lunch. Fortunately, she's got a pretty good taste; she chose nothing too fancy. Just a small, modest restaurant at an alley.

"I'll have a bowl of Udon, please," Harry said politely to the waitress, after reading the small menu in big letters, plastered on the wall. He turned to Renesmee. "You?"

"One Ramen and Sashimi, please."

Harry stared. "That's flawless."

She grinned cheekily. "I know that particular skill will come in handy."

Silence descended. This happened quite a lot—a moment when neither of them knew what to say. It wasn't uncomfortable for Harry, but apparently was for Renesmee. Harry always noticed the way she struggled to find anything to say.

"You know," She managed to say. Harry's head turned up to face her. Whatever she was going to say should be interesting. "We should get to know each other. I can ask one question, and then your turn, and then mine, and so on," Then she added hastily, "Just normal things—nothing too private."

"You're trying too hard, Renesmee."

Harry took the moment to enjoy the sight of her face blushing hard. "I—I—at least I try!"

"Okay, okay," Harry waved his hand dismissively, desperately trying not to laugh. "I can easily lie, and so can you. It doesn't make any sense."

"You don't believe in karma, do you?" She asked. Harry actually burst out laughing now. "What? Karma does exist, you know!"

"Fine," Harry covered his mouth with a hand, even though it didn't cover much, given that his shoulders shaking silently. "Okay, then it's my turn first."

Renesmee crossed her arms. "And why is it your turn first?"

Harry tilted his head, unable to hide the grin. "You want to play this or not? My turn first," He skillfully ignored her grumbles. "Alright, what's your favorite color?"

"I don't know. Changes everyday."

If it was possible, Harry's grin widened. This girl amused him to no end. "Really? What color is today then?"

Her brown eyes didn't leave him. She looked lost for a second, so quick that Harry almost thought he had imagined it, before replying, "Green. Emerald green."

Harry shrugged, the smile still on his lips. "Nice."

Renesmee looked confused for a moment. It was as if she was trying to be sure of something. She leaned back on her seat, her eyes downcast. After almost two weeks with her around, Harry still couldn't determine most of the meanings behind her expressions, being the little neurotic she was.

"What about you?" Renesmee's head suddenly snapped up. "What's your favorite color?"

"Sky blue, I guess," The answer was almost automatic. "It's…calming. Peaceful."

"Peaceful, really?" Renesmee nodded, even though she seemed to disagree. "I think I've had enough peace in my life. I want to shake things up a bit."

"Be careful what you wish for," Harry said quietly. "They might actually come true."

But it seemed Renesmee didn't notice the sentiment in his voice. After silence lasted for awhile, Harry decided to break it and storm her with questions. And they still continued this little game of hers as the food arrived. She looked genuinely pleased by Japanese cuisine, even went as far to directly compliment the chef, who seemed a little fazed by her actions—or probably by something entirely different.

Though he was a bit skeptical at first, this questions game eased the uncomfortable tension a bit, breaking the thin glass between them. Harry realized that her smiles were now more genuine, unlike the fake, bright smile she used to flash him in order to convince him to let her ride along. Her features were also less rigid, less choreographed. Even though she still had the unbelievable grace, she seemed much more relaxed.

From those little questions, Harry learned a few things about Renesmee. From small insignificant things like her hobbies that consisted drawing, dancing and singing and her constant hatred for Physics, which Harry couldn't understand. If he were the one with photographic memory, he would memorize every subject in this world and be happy about it. She also was generally a normal teenage girl inside. She loved good-looking boys singing and dancing, contently fangirling over such trivial matters. While Harry resented fangirls with all his being, he could make an exception this time. Just as long as she wasn't going to fangirl over him.

Renesmee was also really accepting to the extent that it was worrying. Harry didn't know what made him do it, but he told her about the Dursleys, his years at Hogwarts—with the exception of the seventh year. The rule ask-and-I'll-answer was immediately forgotten; soon, they were babbling about their lives, with Harry leaving out some gruesome details. Harry never opened up to strangers, but somehow, he did, and felt damn good about it.

After the lunch, they continued their little journey rather quickly, only stopping when Renesmee found a huge electronic store. Harry had warned her about the high possibility of electronic devices destroyed in places with high magic intensity—but she didn't budge. In result, she bought a small music player with his money. How that happened, Harry didn't really know.

However, with the red music player, Harry didn't have to hear Renesmee nagging about the horrible music on the radio. It was better, Harry supposed, as it lightened the mood. They dashed across the road, with such freakish speed that Renesmee speculated that they would arrive there in one night. Hearing this, Harry relaxed beside her, his head rested peacefully on the low seat headrest, his body covered in a comfy thick blanket. As Renesmee sang a slow song beside him, he was about to drift off to sleep when his phone rang.

He heard Renesmee snorted beside him. "That tune is ridiculous."

"It's a reminder of my mentor. He's dead," Harry mumbled lazily, before he realized Renesmee froze. "Hey, don't get all tense. It's okay, you didn't know."

"I guess," She murmured. "I just didn't realize—just how dark your past seems to be."

Harry shrugged. He didn't really want to tell that significant part to her. It might be common sense—as you don't just walk up to people and tell them you're a war-torn savior of the magical world—or a simple fear of her reactions, he didn't know either. He said nothing, and neither did she. He took this silence to check his mobile phone.

How are you, Harry? Are you in America yet?

Harry, you're okay? I've been trying to call you for weeks, but it just won't connect.

Harry, call me when you can, okay?

Harry stared at his mobile phone in amusement, reading the messages Hermione had sent him. He tried to call her, but the line went off every time he tried. I need a new owl, Harry sighed. He couldn't mourn over Hedwig forever. He needed to buy a new owl at some point. Maybe he could look for one once they arrived, but Harry wasn't really sure.

He turned to see Renesmee, whose head was nodding rapidly to the beat of the music. He didn't know why, but a small smile tugged on his lips as his eyes drifted shut, leaving the conscious world.

Renesmee's prediction was right. They were in Wakkanai by the morning, with Harry still sleeping by her side. She nudged him gently, but he suddenly jerked awake that she was startled for a moment, before smiling to herself. The night before, Harry had specifically told her to go to the northern shore. So there they were, with the engine off as the wind blew smoothly along with the blue waves of the sea.

"Can we stay here for awhile?" Renesmee looked hopefully at Harry, who was still contemplating his surroundings.

Harry didn't even glance at her pathetic puppy-dog eyes attempt. "No. We'll go to Hawaii at some point anyway. Better keep moving."

Even though she was outright rejected, Renesmee beamed. "Really? I've always wanted to go to Hawaii!"

"Yeah," Harry mumbled, seemingly still half-awake.

Harry shrunk the car before he gestured her to tag along. She followed him as they walked side by side along the beach line, walking rather slowly for even human rate that Renesmee was tempted to dash to wherever they were going that would probably only take seconds. After seven minutes walking, they stopped in front of a small cottage that was awfully close to the sea water. Half of the cottage was built on the surface, with four wood poles on every side that looked that they might break soon. But of course, they had to blatantly ignore the 'CLOSED' sign as Harry opened the door.

Renesmee shouldn't be so surprised to see that it was rather spacious and so crowded.

Harry shook his head in amusement. "What is it with wizards and bars?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, in London, the gate to Diagon Alley is also located in a bar."

Harry left her to talk with an old man behind the bar and came back awhile later, gesturing her to follow him with giddiness in his every movement. Renesmee couldn't blame him—she was even more excited than he was, but she was better at containing it; he looked like a little school girl.

Apparently, the gate was hidden in one of the bathroom doors. To be exact, the fourth from the corridor they came in. The door opened with no problem, revealing a clear blue sky and the calm ocean. There was nothing else at first, but in a few seconds later a huge wooden bridge slowly became visible without a sound, along with a grand island that the bridge connected to.

"Wow," Renesmee breathed.

"Yeah," Harry agreed, before tugging her to run along with him.

Renesmee laughed as both of them ran across the bridge, not really sure why. At that time, she didn't even mind with the slow speed. The blowing wind, the blue sky and the deep blue ocean seemed to have some effects on her, making her feel restless. The sound of the crashing waves called to her to dive in, just to feel the cold water against her skin. But she remembered what Harry had promised her; Hawaii. She could wait.

It didn't make sense how both of them could be so gleeful at that time, looking at the island like a grand prize, sometimes staring at each other with huge grins on their faces. And Renesmee sang; it had been some kind of a routine for the past few weeks. In order to make this journey 'movie-like' Renesmee and Harry had agreed that whenever the situation demanded, Renesmee would sing—sometimes dance—and Harry would try to copy her move and fail miserably.

When they arrived at the island, they were not disappointed. The island was far bigger than it seemed. Filled with Japan's traditional houses and buildings, it almost seemed like a muggle place of Japan with magical ornaments around the town. As they walked under the glittering "Welcome To Japan" that circled the bridge, they could immediately see the town crowded with natives clothed with traditional bright-colored yukata. The huge crowd made it so hard to move around without stumbling into people, the town drown in its dynamic business. There was also instrumental—with a Japanese feel to it—music playing that made the sight even more lively.

"We definitely need to buy those clothes," Renesmee's eyes followed the teenage girls that wore different-colored yukata with keen jealousy.

"Then a shopping spree is in order then," Harry said as he poked the grilled grasshopper, smiling at the merchant politely as he tried one.

Renesmee's amazed look turned disgusted as she realized what it was. "Grilled grasshopper? You can't be serious?"

"There's also a boiled lizard at your right."

Renesmee immediately dragged Harry away from that stand and they moved along to the bookstore. Harry bought some English-translated Japanese books on history, tourism guides, laws; and fashion magazine for Renesmee, who beamed for the gesture. They also stopped at Potions whose owner was a Potions Professor in Mahoutokoro, the Wizarding School in Japan. Harry and the old woman chatted as he skimmed through and bought many foreign potions while Renesmee could only stare around in wonder, looking like an idiot.

Harry seemed unsure as they stood in front of Wizard's Pet Emporium. Renesmee asked him about it, but he shook his head, and Renesmee didn't dare to push. Finally Harry entered with heavy breath as Renesmee tried some of the foods and sweets around the Emporium with rational choices of food that wouldn't make her stomach protest. After half an hour that felt like the eternity for Renesmee, Harry came back with a vile-looking brown owl.

"Name him?" Harry asked her, his face unreadable.

Renesmee was itching to ask him—but instead, she protested idly, "I don't even know how wizards name their owls."

"Give him a human name then. Please."

Renesmee's brain raced for a while for some American names. What should she name the owl? She wanted Harry to name it himself, so that he would at least be comfortable with it.

Then she heard a mother shouting to her son.

"Shinji," Renesmee echoed what the mother had called her kid. "How does that sound?"

A dark cloud passed Harry's face again, before he breathed, a small relieved smile forming on his lips. "Perfect."

"Now, Shinji. Come back to me in a few hours, okay?"

Renesmee's mouth fell opened in disbelief as her eyes followed the brown owl circled them, charging towards the sky. "You just—just let it go like that?"

"Him," Harry corrected. "Don't insult their intelligence. They won't like it."

Hearing the sentiment in her voice, she eventually couldn't help it anymore. "What is it with you and owls? Your first pet died or something?"

Harry froze for awhile, and Renesmee tensed in alarm when she realized she'd said the wrong thing. She saw his eyes darken, and fear crept up on her guts as she waited for his outburst. Involuntarily, she cringed—she didn't know why, but she turned her eyes to the ground, unable to look at him.

But there was nothing but silence. And a hand; that softly ruffled her hair. She looked up to gaze into Harry's brilliant green eyes, who was surprisingly smiling kindly.

"I'll tell you later, okay? Come on, you said that you want to look for a yukata."

Renesmee brightened as she released the breath she was holding. Because of relief that he wasn't mad, the fact that he wanted to take her shopping, or the feeling that filled her chest when he ruffled her hair…she didn't know. All she knew that she felt happiest she'd ever been on their little journey. Renesmee followed him to a shop, that was considerably the most elegant-looking shop on the street. She heard Harry quietly sigh as she excitedly explored the sets of yukata. She found many cute ones, but her eyes fell on a sky-blue yukata with dark blue strips on it.

It's calming. Peaceful.

Renesmee tried to stabilize her rapidly beating heart, or at least decrease the blush on her face. She didn't know what she was doing, but she went outside, fully clothed in the sky-blue yukata. She took a deep breath before she approached Harry, who was busy reading a book.

"What do you think, Harry?" She asked, trying to feign nonchalance.

Harry looked up from the book, and when his eyes laid on her, she chewed the insides of her mouth nervously. Is it that obvious? She almost panicked when his eyes didn't move for a few seconds. But then he grinned. "You look good."

Renesmee breathed a laugh, mentally chastising herself for acting so stupid. Then she dragged him along, ignoring his protests as she forced him to find another yukata for himself, as Renesmee so elegantly put it, 'to blend in with the natives'. And when he finally did, he surprised her with a dark blue yukata with a few kanji words printed on it. She expected him to pick the sky-blue one, but the dark blue yukata seemed to look really good at him.

When they got out, the streets were crowded and hard to get through. Apparently, the town was so jam-packed because there was a Firework Festival that night. Hearing this, both of them couldn't resist and had to go to the place that the natives said was the best place to watch the Fireworks from. It was at the river side, and was considerably crowded. Both of them had acquired red round candies named Blood Pops—apparently they were also sold in Hogsmeade—that floated around them like a snitch, and the wings are the best part. And even though it wasn't really made from blood, Renesmee felt content with it. The two of them sat, feeling the slightest bit of fatigue as they stared at the blasting Fireworks in the sky, coloring the night with unbelievable energy.

"It's beautiful," Harry breathed.

"Yeah," Renesmee couldn't help but to agree.

Both of them just sat there for awhile, contemplating the beautiful sight peacefully. Renesmee rested her head on Harry's shoulder and immediately felt relieved when Harry didn't seem to mind. The moment was so serene and so perfect; Renesmee didn't want it to end. She could sit there all night, just watching the Fireworks in front of them. And Harry beside her, sucking his Blood Pop until it was the size of a thumb.

Suddenly Renesmee heard Harry's phone vibrating in Harry's pocket, and knew he felt it too when he moved slightly. He excused himself to answer the call, leaving Renesmee alone.

She maniacally sucked the Blood Pops so she could beat Harry once he got back. She also had the advantage of super speed, which came in handy. As she was sucking the sweet Pops, she heard a low, albeit clear, voice.

"Cullen, isn't it?"

Renesmee automatically turned around, her eyes widened when she spotted the owner of the voice. Behind her stood a pale-skinned Japanese man wearing a regular black yukata, smirking at her. But that wasn't what made her frozen.

It was the blood-red eyes that were staring right into her own.

Anyone wanna guess what's the deal with this vampire? ;)

A reader asked if Harry and Renesmee would get together. Well, yes, they would. I'm sorry for faithful Hinny and Jacob/Nessie fans, but that's the way it is since I first planned the story :)

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