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Emmet's face broke into the same old grin he used to show her. Rosalie's lips twitched up, and Renesmee didn't have to look to be aware of the tears glistening in the blonde's hair.

The motorcycle scurried to the sky, while Renesmee kept waving her hand for the vampire couple. In a way, it broke her heart. Yet she was exceptionally happy, tears running down her cheeks. She knew they wanted her to be happy. That was the main reason she loved them—apart from being a family. There was understanding. Even with the occasional fight, it all ended with love and understanding.

She would come home. When that day came, she would accept every punishment they would give her with open arms. But today, she rested her head against the pack of pillows, watching the bright sky with a broad smile on her face.

Chapter 10 – The Moving Photograph

HALUIOWA DESTROYED

The Hawaii's wizard town square was destroyed single-handedly by a girl in one night (04/23/12). According to the locals, it happened first to the Every-Drink-You-Want bar that was crushed approximately at 1.30 a.m. The officials immediately rushed to the location only to find thirteen buildings with heavy damage, although no casualties.

"It is unclear whether the girl is human," Head Auror Jordan Gerkins stated. "The aurors are still searching. Further information will be immediately reported."

However, a local—who refused to let his name printed—contradicted the officials by stating that there were two people that destroyed the heart of Haluiowa.

"I saw it. There was a young man, and they were fighting."

Minister Lairstone also commented on this matter. "We urge the citizens to open their ears for news. As confusing as the event was, it is clear that we cannot let it happen again."

For more details, see pg 6.

Edward choked out, "Carlisle—"

"Yes, son," Carlisle said, equally horrified. "That's her."

"But how could she be there? It's protected by their kind," Edward hissed. "She shouldn't even be able to see it, let alone destroy it!"

The next second, Carlisle's study was packed with the addition of four Vampires. Every one of them had the similar confused and worried expression, but Bella's eyes were most frantic. They all questioned Edward's sentence non-verbally, even Bella, who had a dozen of questions lingering in her mind.

"Carlisle will tell you," Edward answered to them all, but his eyes focused on Bella. She relaxed a little.

"Are Emmet and Rose home yet?" Carlisle asked.

"No," Alice said. "I couldn't see them either."

Bella's face lit up slightly. "Could it be—"

"It could very well be a werewolf," Alice grimaced. "Sorry, Bella."

Bella smiled weakly. Esme rubbed her arms, while Carlisle cleared his throat to regain the attention.

"Actually, there is a new lead. Renesmee has been sighted."

A collective gasps filled the tense room. Relief was slowly shown in the Cullen's faces, except for Edward and Carlisle. Carlisle had the same kind smile, but there was a glint of worry in his eyes. On the other hand, Edward's face was as tense as a rock.

"On a newspaper," Edward stated flatly, taking the paper on Carlisle's desk and showed them. "Not a common newspaper."

Their surprised reaction was to be expected. Jasper snatched Alice's hand as if the newspaper was a nuclear bomb. Esme took a step back, covering her mouth. Bella's eyes widened, but she moved forward, running her fingers down on the moving photo of a bronze-haired girl kicking the whole front part of a building. It wasn't obvious to anyone else, but for the Cullens that had watched her everyday, they could tell in a single glance.

"What.. is.. this?" She choked.

"A newspaper from the wizarding world," Edward answered, ignoring the incredulous stares he was receiving. His eyes were solely on Bella, studying her reaction with his own nerve on edge.

Carlisle began, "I think we should start from the beginning—"

"Yes, you should," Jasper almost hissed, his eyes still narrowing into slits.

"Calm down, Jasper," Carlisle raised his hands in peace. Jasper hesitated, before his shoulders dropped, even though he was still holding Alice. Carlisle cleared his throat again. "Before we move to Renesmee, I think some of you have to be aware of the existence of wizards and witches first."

"Wizard?" Esme automatically repeated.

"At this point, I think I'll believe anything," Bella muttered.

"Wizards," Carlisle nodded. "And other mystical creatures; centaurs, giants, goblins, children of the moon, mermaids, unicorns—" Alice squealed at this, "—Wizards have their private community across the world. Their secret was wonderfully well-kept. Even Vampires couldn't see past the magic. I was one of the lucky Vampires—aside from Volturi and several others—to encounter one. It was when I was still travelling alone. In Hungary, I met a.. charming youth. His name is.. was Gellert. Gellert Grindelwald. He was only eighteen. But he had a brilliant mind. The first time we met, he asked me what it was like to have an immortality.."

The silence lingered. Carlisle continued, "We became acquaintances, I suppose. He claimed he didn't have friends. So bitter, and I thought that it was just a teenage phase, and maybe I could guide him. I even offered him immortality, " He chuckled humorlessly. "He explained to me everything there was about his world—how he would like to change it. There was an eerie glint in his eyes when he spoke about his ambitions. He was too dangerous, too obsessed with power. But I stayed. I listened to his stories. Until one day, he decided to depart for Scotland, and made me promise to never speak about that world once more."

No one broke the silence until Esme spoke softly, "And you kept it."

"Until this day," Carlisle gave her a thankful smile. "There's no way to keep it anymore. Days ago, when I contacted Alistair, I asked him to look.. further. He told me once he used to be a wizard, but lost his power when he was turned. He felt bad running away since I was his oldest friend—so he did search. Surprisingly, yesterday, he called me to meet him at Canada. He gave me this."

Everyone still seemed to be contemplating the information. Alice looked positively giddy. Jasper appeared curious, even though he did try to cover it. Esme was still concerned about Carlisle. Bella was deathly silent.

"Their world is supposed to keep the non-magicals away," Edward pressed. "If Renesmee could penetrate their magical barriers—"

"—then she's magical," Carlisle murmured. "Or with a wizard."

"I don't think she's magical," Bella shook her head. "Edward isn't a wizard. I'm obviously not."

"It's pretty common that a wizard is born from non-magical parents," Edward pointed out. "Besides, what would Renesmee be doing with a wizard?"

No one had an answer to that.

"But.. A whole new world," Alice said dreamily. "To think that we feel bored in Forks.."

"We need someone magical as a guide," Edward reminded. "And this is definitely not the time."

"I know, I know," Alice gushed. "But Unicorns, Edward! And mermaid!"

Carlisle warmed up seeing his daughter's antics. "Mermaids aren't like in the fairy tales—they're nasty, ugly creatures."

"I don't think we're on the right problem here," Bella cleared his throat. "Even if Nessie is magical or is with a wizard, why the hell would she destroy it?"

Edward opened his mouth to speak, but a voice invaded his mind.

EDWARD! EDWARD! I FOUND HER!

"Emmet,"Edward's eyes widened.

"What is it?" Jasper demanded.

But Jasper didn't need to ask, because Emmet and Rosalie were already storming into the room. Both of their faces looked happier than before; Emmet was grinning broadly while Rosalie smiled a little, eyes dancing.

"We found her in California," Emmet declared proudly.

Relief washed down every single face in the room, wiping their earlier frowns. Alice jumped into Jasper's arms. Esme sighed softly, her hand intertwined with Carlisle's. Bella—her eyes shining in tears—snuggled her head into Edward's chest.

"Well, where is she?" Jasper asked, searching behind Emmet's back.

"Gone," Emmet grinned, showing his dimples perfectly. "She flew away with a flying motorcycle! I love that kid!"

A few feral roars destroyed the relieved atmosphere. Edward bared his teeth to Emmet. What the fuck?

"W-what?" Bella choked, voicing everyone else's thoughts. "Why didn't you stop her? How could she ride on a flying motorcycle—"

"I think I'll explain it better," Rosalie elbowed Emmet's ribs. "We were going home from Arizona. We went through California, and we saw her on the street, buying ice creams. Emmet called after her. She ran," Rosalie sighed. "She was faster than I remembered. Maybe she's got Eddie's talents. We kept rushing towards her, until she jumped to the top of a building. We were separated by one huge gap that could easily be jumped off, but Nessie turned around. She said she missed us."

Both Bella and Esme sobbed. Edward rubbed her shoulders, but his mind was completely taken by the images of the encounter that Emmet was playing on his head.

"But she wanted to go. She promised she'll come back. When I asked her if it was about the mutt, she replied that 'it was never about that anymore'. She claimed she found something important."

"Someone, actually," Emmet guffawed. "She wasn't the one riding the bike! It was a guy! Man, she's in love!"

Alice squealed in Jasper's arms. Carlisle and Esme smiled to each other. Rosalie found Bella's eyes, and they shared a small—yet as joyful—smile.

It seemed like Edward was the only one with sense. "A guy? A wizard?"

Emmet and Rosalie looked equally confused at the term 'wizard'. After Carlisle replayed his speech, Emmet was as excited as a five years old while Rosalie looked positively thrilled.

"Never mind that," Edward pressed. "Tell me about this guy."

"Well, he's rather pale. His hair's black. Emerald eyes," Emmet shrugged. "I asked her if she's happy. She was more than happy. I've never seen her so.. lively."

"Well, this changes things," Carlisle interjected.

"But that's dangerous," Edward snapped. "A wizard. We don't even have any good plans for Volturi!"

"Oh, please," Emmet rolled his eyes. "She does nothing against the law. We can at least hold that to our ground."

Everyone else murmured their agreement. Edward growled, "She's not even fully mature yet! Are you telling me that we should let her with this foreign wizard? He could very well be as dangerous as Volturi!"

"You're her dad. Of course you're going to worry about a boy," Bella kissed his cheek softly. "Trust Nessie's judgement on this one. She managed to stay alive for two months. She's happy too."

Edward was flabbergasted by her casual response. "I-I thought you'd be the one disapproving this the most!"

"I want her to be happy, Edward," Her eyes turned to meet his. "I do feel bad about Jacob. But she's everything to us, remember? Besides, I understand her position. I went through the same with you."

Edward looked away. The others were already relieved, even excited, by the turn of events. Carlisle sent him an encouraging nod, but he knew that he was ecstatic too. Why couldn't they see it? The danger of the situation? The boy could very well be a dangerous psychopath. Besides, it had only been six years since the Volturi's visit, for God's sake. He hadn't been her father for very long. It was bizzare—it felt like yesterday when Renesmee was still snuggling in his arms.

Not answering Bella's call, he swallowed the growl on his throat, before running into the heavy forest with no direction.

Unlike her mother, Renesmee didn't particularly despise rain. She found it to be relaxing, actually. It was the green, the boredom that drove her away from the town. She loved to see her skin shining under the sun, but rain always had a certain flavor that calmed her head.

Harry seemed to share her thoughts. He was humming a tune she didn't recognize. Possibly another one of Albus Dumbledore's. Harry was quite fond of his mentor; a surprising fact after what he had told her.

The motorcycle was covered in a flexible bubble coating, protecting the two from the heavy rain that bestowed from the sky. The bubble kept shivering as the water hit, appearing as if it would burst, but it didn't. Renesmee couldn't help but to glance worriedly every ten seconds, though—the book on her hand was a little too good to be wet.

They had been flying for hours. Harry liked her idea of auto-pilot, but he wasn't any where good enough to tinker the thing. Well, he couldn't even fix a simple problem on the motorcycle earlier. Harry glared at her for the comment, but she threw him a grin.

"So, Harry," Renesmee started as she took a picture of him. "What are you gonna do when you meet Ginny?"

A look of uncertainty flashed his face. "I don't know."

"Oh, come on," She pressed. "You've got to do better than that."

"That's not really helping," Harry rubbed his temples. "That certainly did not make me feel any better."

"Well, I'm not your personal mood-booster," Renesmee grinned. "Though I'm totally charming enough to be one."

"George's clearly rubbing on you," Harry rolled his eyes. "Hold on, this might be a bit rough."

The motorcycle took a sudden turn. It dove down, evading a group of clouds that looked darker than the others. The motorcycle swung around a skyscraper, as a thunder exploded from their earlier location, ringing violently in Renesmee's sensitive ears.

"Okay, that was scary," Renesmee breathed.

"Not for you," Harry said. "Thunders won't do much to you, invincible and all."

She eyed him incredulously. "Then you should be!"

"I've had a few close-calls to thunders before. Never nice, but it wasn't that scary to me anymore."

Renesmee rolled her eyes. "All hail the mighty Potter."

She expected him to huff, or glare. But he let out a pleasant laugh. Her eyes softened. "You really miss this Ronald Weasley, don't you?"

"You have no idea," Harry said. "He's the first friend I gained. Still on the top of the list, and always will be."

"Well, I don't really know about my list," Renesmee muttered. "I guess Seth would be my first friend. Leah's nasty, and the others are family."

"Isn't that Jacob your best-friend? I figured he'be on the top of the list."

"Jacob is my best friend," Renesmee shrugged. "But he's more than that. He's a brother. I have one dad, one mom, four grandparents, two uncle, two aunts, and one brother. Hell, Harry, he fed me with a bottle of milk once, while I was small enough to be in his arms."

Harry had a sly smile. "He'd want your mouth somewhere else, now."

The dark-haired young man earned a smack on the head by Renesmee, who looked a bit sick. "God, Harry. Maybe it's not a good thing that you're cheerful."

"Sorry, joking," Harry rubbed the back of his head, knowing full well that Renesmee was still glaring at him.

The next two hours, the two finally reached London. She couldn't really get any other impression than 'wet', since the thunder was still roaming in the sky, the street empty of any crowd. Harry told her that it was minutes until they arrived, and she couldn't help the building pit in her stomach. Unlike George, this is Ronald Weasley. The one that was furious at Harry for leaving his sister and refusing to take him along in the journey.

How will he react, seeing a foreign girl by his side?

Harry stopped the bike at the end of an empty lot, houses lining elegantly at both sides. He pulled out an umbrella and called her to walk together. She knew that the house they were going for was probably still two blocks away—but there was something in Harry's expression that restrained from asking why.

Drops of water spluttered at the contact of their shoes. The pair walked slowly. Harry didn't say anything as he looked as if deep in thoughts, and Renesmee knew better not to drag him out of it. Instead, she pulled out a camera and began to appreciate the scenery through the lens.

After what seemed to be eternity, Harry stopped. He stood right between two houses, staring at the merged wall of the two building, as if expecting something to happen.

"Harry Potter lives at Grimmauld Place number twelve, London."

Renesmee turned around to ask what he meant, but before she could, the building moved. The merged wall that combined Grimmauld Place number eleven and number thirteen slowly disintegrated, as if to fall apart, only to reveal another identical house. The three houses shook some more, before going still.

"I.. What.." was the witty comment from Renesmee's gaping mouth.

Harry seemed to enjoy this immensely. "Magic," He showed a row of pearly teeth as he held her right hand and dragged her inside.

'Haunted' seemed like a perfect word for this house. Aside from its elegant look, the house seemed too shadowed to live comfortably in. It had a dark tint marring the walls, ashes smearing the floor near the fireplace, even a couple of spiderweb in the corners of the room. Magical artifacts lied arbitrarily across the walls and cupboard, covered with dusts. Something about the house made her shiver inwardly.

"No offense, Harry. But your house doesn't look that good."

"Oh, I know," Harry suddenly had a sly smirk. "That's why you're helping me."

"What?" Renesmee turned around, flabbergasted. "You didn't tell me anything about this!"

"Lighten up. Ron's coming. We could clean the whole house in half an hour, with my magic and your insane speed."

"Yay," Renesmee grumbled. "I'm not going to clean those spiderwebs."

"Fair enough," Harry shrugged. He waved his wand to conjure a cleaning set in front of Renesmee, before wandering off to the rest of the house.

Harry was right, though. It didn't take them half an hour to clean everything; to be exact, twenty six minutes. While the house was still shadowed, it didn't so much emit a dark aura that made her shudder. A portrait of a mean-looking woman kept on shouting, but she shut up when Renesmee punched the wall next to her. Needless to say, the woman didn't say anything else until she had left the room.

Renesmee did her portion of the work faster, so she could watch Harry moving his wand to clean the house in a bizzare, yet fascinating way. The shattered glasses on the floor moved swiftly, rotating in the air before reforming into a stack of plates. Harry moved like a chapel master in a huge concert, his wand dancing in a steady rhythm. Things swirled across the room; torn papers, glasses, fabric, even liquid—Renesmee found it the most fascinating as the particles of water was floating—that stained the wallpaper.

It was at ten in the morning when they heard someone opening the front door. Renesmee was alarmed, but Harry kept silent, drawing his wand. When the guest revealed himself, Harry ran across the hallway to give him a crashing hug.

"Blimey, Harry!" The voice Renesmee recognized as Ronald Weasley said. "Your hug's nearly as bad as Hermione."

Ron had the same tall figure as Harry, but Harry was leaner. He had the same flaming hair as George's, though his forehead was covered with bangs that George lacked of. Aside from the long nose, she could clearly see the connection he had with George, and silently wondered how exactly Ginny Weasley looked like.

"You're earlier," Harry grinned. "That's something."

"I had nothing to do anyway. Hermione has a lot of paperwork.."

Ron had stopped talking when his blue eyes noticed her standing at the back of the room. Renesmee shifted uneasily.

"Er.. Who is this, Harry?"

"Renesmee Cullen," Harry answered. "She's my travelling companion."

Ron's eyes narrowed. "You refused us when we wanted to go with you," He whispered, his tone accusing, though Renesmee could hear him just fine. "Now there's a pretty girl wanting to go, you—"

"She saved my life, Ron," Harry said calmly. He didn't mention the fact that she almost killed him. "She has nowhere to go and I owe her my life."

Ron's eyes widened, but he managed to compose himself quickly. "Oh," He bit his lip. "I'm glad you're fine, mate."

"Nice to meet you," Renesmee offered when Harry smiled at Ron, hoping that she wouldn't look too nervous. "Harry talked so fondly of you."

"You did?" Ron turned to Harry, surprised. Then his eyes wandered back to her. "Nice to meet you too. Thanks. For his life, I mean."

Renesmee almost blurted out that she also almost ended his life, but she smiled instead. "It's the right thing to do."

There was a split second of awkward silence, but Ron quickly recovered after Harry asked the plan. Renesmee breathed a sigh of relief. Ron didn't seem too bad. After watching the gangly young man explaining the bits of the plan with barely contained excitement, she could understand why Harry was so fond of him.

"—her mum was tearing, but it's her dad that I was downright terrified of, y'see," Ron shuddered. "He was glaring at me for awhile. After I explained the plan, he softened, though. We shook hands—I think I did a pretty good job," Ron grinned proudly.

"One step closer, mate," Harry smiled. "So what is this plan?"

"So the whole proposing thing and the wedding will be at the Diagon Alley. I've decided against Hogsmeade," Ron said, a bit nervous now. "I've spoken to Kingsley, he was happy for me and 'Mione, he said—"

"Wouldn't that be an abuse of power?" Harry tried to cover his laugh. "Of course Kingsley would let you use the most crowded section of the Wizarding Britain for a private use!"

"Ah, well," Ron rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "It was a bit hard too. I almost thought he wouldn't let me—anyway. The family agreed to help putting up an extension charm at the intersection of Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley and Mort Alley—you know, the grocery section? It's built last year, I think. I also have talked to several shop-keepers, they agreed. Except for the Potion's Ingredient shop owner who said he's going to Australia. So I've got the whole permission thing, but I still don't know how to run things."

Harry stared at him for a while. "You managed that by yourself?"

Ron's ears turned red. "Well, I—it's not that hard. It's still a long way to go."

"That's impressive, Ron," Harry told him seriously. Renesmee had a hunch that Ron had an insecurity issues.

"Yeah—thanks. The thing is I suck at decoration, or how Hermione would like things to go. Ginny was still in another advanced training for the next big game—she could only make it the day before the wedding."

"And you expect me to take care of the decoration?" Harry eyed him, disbelieving. "You know I'm rubbish at that sort of thing."

Ron opened his mouth to answer, but Renesmee spoke first. "I can help."

The two young men turned to her. Ron had a surprised look on his face, but Harry was elated. "Yes! She can help, Ron. She's got the thing for art—decoration, music, colors. She can help."

"Well, growing up with Alice and Rosalie in the house has some perks," She rolled her eyes fondly.

"You're sure?" Ron asked, his eyes wide with wonder. "You want to help?"

"Of course," Renesmee smiled, as she moved closer to the pair. "Just tell me how this Hermione is."

"Lanterns?"

"Lantern's great," Harry nodded. "Firework would be too much, though."

"Not like the one in Japan," Renesmee argued. "I saw the firework at Quidditch World Cup in 1994. That'll do."

Renesmee was wearing a red cloak that shadowed her face. It reminded him of a muggle tale, though he couldn't be so sure, due to Dudley's persistence of taking the book despite his dislike to , since it was impossible to charm his hair, Harry begrudgingly let Renesmee force him a pair of silver-framed sunglasses that matched with the black fedora. They were sitting on a small table in Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, carefully hidden by a rugged pillar at the end of the room. Ron decided to split, as he was planning to arrange some dancers from Fleur's connections.

Harry had not yet met any other one of his friends, except for Faunia—the Florean's daughter—that used to stare at him everytime her now deceased father gave Harry a free ice cream. He figured the Weasleys would be busy, since the three of them had planned a list in Grimmauld Place, and Ron immediately contacted them to compile the tasks.

"Muggle's music or wizard's?"

It was rather amusing that Renesmee applied the wizarding terms rather too well. "Muggle's. Hermione never really fancies the wizard's bands."

Renesmee beamed at this. She wrote a long list of muggle songs in the usual prompt way, and Harry had learned not to wonder if the ink would smear. Another minutes passed, and Renesmee looked proud with herself.

"Any spell that could broadcast the song? Like a huge speaker setting every corner of the room?"

Harry rubbed his chin. "Yes, I can work that out."

"Nice," Renesmee's hand blurred to write again. "So, we've got the music, decorations and schedule down. If Ron finishes his part, then we're clear, aside from the dress. Come on, Harry."

They ushered inside the Diagon Alley, and just like the first time, Renesmee still gaped openly at the sight of it. Harry would steal glances at her, just to watch that astonished look on her face. Her brown eyes were as bright as a child, full of wonder. The first time they visited the Diagon Alley as soon as Ron left, her excitement was barely contained as she moved from shop to shop, hardly maintaining human speed. The bookshop was her favorite, in which she bought a lot and put them all in Harry's backpack. This time, she dragged him inside Giselle Fontaine's Boutique, a new shop located next to Weasley Wizard Wheezes, much to the amusement of nearby crowd.

The shop was run by a young woman, probably around Harry's age, with dark hair and a flat look on her face. She barely looked welcoming to the customer, and gestured to the the end of the room when Renesmee asked for bridal gowns.

"I don't think that's a great way to start a shop," Harry commented. The shop was empty when they entered.

"I prefer this kind of owner," Renesmee said, much to Harry's surprise. "No fuss. Just great quality products, and these people are usually honest."

"You've got a point."

After a very long hour, Renesmee had dashed back from a huge lines of gowns and held two white in her hands. "Which one?"

"Er—both are beautiful," Harry supplied. To him, they appeared pretty much the same.

"Yeah, everything's beautiful for you," Renesmee huffed, clearly not taking Harry's opinion for consideration. "I think this one suits her best. It's elegant, but really close to a muggle's dress—a reminder of her home, don't you think?"

"Brilliant," Harry said, relieved that it was over. "Let's go, then."

"No way," Renesmee stopped his hand with unsurprising ease. "We've still got my dress to buy. What about your robe? When did you buy them?"

"In 1997—two years ago. I don't think I've grown much—"

"Nonsense," Renesmee dragged him to the male section. "Oh, come on, Harry. This is your best friend's wedding."

Her words had some effects, though Harry was still a bit resentful for being forced to try all of these robes. Only fifteen minutes roaming around, he was already resigned, and gave Renesmee full permission to pick whichever she thought would fit. She finally came back after another ten minutes, a black robe with silvery linings on hand. Begrudgingly, he admitted he liked it, to which Renesmee glowed.

Harry was wrong when he thought it was a very long time to wait. Renesmee took even longer, rummaging the gowns with a little too much enthusiasm. She went back and forth into the changing booth, her clothes changing rapidly that Harry had finally lost count already.

After what probably had been an hour, Harry tapped his right foot impatiently. "Just pick one—Merlin, it's not like it's your wedding."

Harry swallowed the urge to growl at Renesmee's laugh, and was ready to snap, when his cellphone rang. He abruptly left the room, pressing the receive call button without seeing who it was.

"Harry!" The voice of Hermione said. "How are you? It's been weeks, and I couldn't call you because of these mountains of paperwork.. The werewolves are finally responding to our call, you see—"

"Hello to you too, 'Mione," Harry laughed. "It's fine. I was a bit caught up either, Hawaii was a blast."

"Hawaii?" Hermione sounded amused. "Wasn't George there?"

"You knew? You didn't say anything!"

"Well, I forgot," Harry knew Hermione was rolling her eyes. "So how was it?"

"Not much," Harry lied easily. "The nightlife's crazy. I think I know why George liked it so much. Not as much as French, I figured. He kept speaking like a French tourist, especially with Renesmee around."

"Renesmee?"

Harry stopped. Oh, bollocks. Ron had already found out.

"My travelling companion," Harry said. "She's running away from home, and saved my life on the process. She's been with me for months, now."

Hermione was quiet for awhile. "And you never mentioned this because..?"

"It never came up."

Shw was quiet again. Then a sigh. "Harry, I'm sure she's nice, but it's not really looking good for you.."

"Ginny?" Harry knew where Hermione was going, of course, but he wanted to be sure.

"Right. She might be upset."

"It's not anything like that," Harry insisted. "Me and Renesmee. I owe her my life. I'm sure Ginny'll understand."

Hermione asked again, "Is she pretty?"

"Well, yes—"

"Harry.."

"Look, I'll figure things out," Harry said. "Ginny will understand. She's nice, 'Mione. If you ever meet her, you'll like her."

"I guess," Hermione didn't sound too sure. "Just a warning, Harry."

"Thank you," Harry sighed. "So, what's with the werewolves?"

"Oh, they finally responded to our proposal!" Hermione gushed, and Harry smirked at the word 'proposal'. "After a year of dodging, one of them finally came out and went straight to the ministry. I'm still trying to figure the way to vampires, but it's hard, since they're really rare. You think you know where I can find them?"

"What? No. No, not really."

"I think so," Hermione sighed. "Imagine what will happen if the wizarding world can be united. We'll work our way to a better place."

"A mental note; if you ever aim to be the Minister of Magic, I'll vote for you right away," Harry laughed. "No, seriously. You should reconsider it."

"Well, maybe, years later," Hermione sounded pleased. "Oh, got to go. Bye, Harry."

"Bye."

After the phone call, Harry found himself truly appreciating the impending wedding day. He would be reunited with the world he loved, the friends he cared for, and watch the two of his best friends unite under a sacred vow. He would make everything run perfectly, just to relieve the tension from Ron's face, to see tears in Hermione's eyes, and Renesmee beaming proudly at her work.

When he re-entered the shop, Renesmee was still in the clothes booth, to which Harry rolled his eyes. The pile of the gowns that she rummaged earlier stood helplessly, and Harry thought doing a favor to the shop would be nice. He lifted his wand and with one flick, the gowns went back to their supposed places.

A pale hand dragged the curtain open, revealing Renesmee in a silvery dress. Harry stared.

"What do you think?"

The dress went down to her knees, modest enough, yet inviting. A darker shade of silver cloth hugged her slender waist. The upper part of the dress was only held by a pair of thin laces that laid softly on her creamy skin. Her bronze hair moved softly as she tilted her head, framing her beautiful face. Her eyes shone in jubilance, radiating the light to the rest of her being.

Harry couldn't understand how he didn't see it before.

"You look good."

Renesmee beamed, and this time, Harry was glad for the sunglasses, because his eyes refused to look away.

When I first walked into my senior year, that is definitely what I thought I prepared for. The school's much rougher than usual. I'm trying to update, and hopefully can get the next one faster. The next one's "The Wedding"! I'm sorry if some of you expect Chapter 10 to be the wedding, but seeing I have to write Cullen's reaction down, I won't have much space left for the wedding. Besides, I think Harry and Renesmee have to do a lot of preparation.

Mort Alley belongs to the story "Calculation" by Fringeperson. You might want to check it out, it's a brilliant one-shot.

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