HAPPY NEW YEAR, PEOPLE!

And before you lot start to attack me, please, I can explain this D:

Uh, ehem, here. Last December I had this big exam, which once it ends, I went aboard because I participated in study tour. While I thought I could manage writing between the end of the exam until the day the study tour started, while in the middle of packing, I was called that they needed a participant to go to Japan for 10 days. It's on my bucket list, I was going mad for a while! I don't mean to brag, but I really want to share my excitement xD.. And it needed this documents and everything else. While it didn't excuse my absence for two previous months, I'm sorry to say I kind of lose inspiration.. I had my plans for this story, really. I had written the plans down! I don't know what went wrong..

I'm going this Saturday, so don't expect any new chapters in two weeks time range. Not that I'm a fast-updating writer, yes I acknowledge that.. :/

Okay, ehem, onto the story!

This is the un-betaed version. I want to update before I go, so expect the betaed version in two weeks.

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Chapter 14 – Our Loss

MOVE, MOVE! FASTER,QUIL! WHERE'S JACOB?

All wolves shook their heads as they ran. It was harder to run faster because of the rain. They couldn't even smell scent well right now, which terrified Sam greatly. Jared almost caught up with him, Seth, Leah and Paul were already running along him. Embry and Quil were left behind at the Quileute for defense, but Jacob was not. He should have been here right now—

I'm here, I'm here!

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? Sam barked. Never mind—come. NOW!

On my way! Jacob ran impressively fast. What happened?

None of the remaining wolves replied, as Sam let the events pouring again in his head. Jacob's reaction was not surprising. Hatred and disgust controlled his mind for a second, but it was soon replaced with adrenaline pumping through his veins. Sam sighed. Jacob had been so destructive since..

A low growl came from Jacob, but he didn't lessen his speed. Sam abruptly stopped the thoughts, and focused at the matter on the hand.

Why would two vampires give Charlie a visit? Charlie, of all people? Seth wondered in frustration. The lack of insult was not go unmissed by the rest of the pack. Seth was known as the leech-lover; he had become friends with Bella and the Cullens in the wedding, much to Jacob's hatred. The poor bloke was practically bullied by Jacob for weeks.

We heard that, both of the said guys chorused wryly.

Sam grinned wolfishly, before his expression turned back neutral. It's more likely Charlie than anyone else, actually. Having a blo—Vampire as a daughter, there must be a lot of risks.

Risks he never knew he took, Paul added, disgusted.

Exactly, Jacob agreed, his tone barely more polite than Paul's. He's a nice guy. Doesn't deserve all this blood suckers shit. Too bad his lovely daughter can't—

Shut up, will you? Seth growled, causing the wolves to look at him oddly. It was only seconds after that Jacob managed to respond.

What's your problem?

Seth didn't cower at Jacob's intimidating rage. Just because she chose to be what you despise, doesn't make her a bad person!

Really? It doesn't make her a bad person that she cares for nothing but herself? Jacob snapped.

She cares a lot—she doesn't have to live her life up to YOUR expectation—

Now listen here, kiddo. You don't know a damn thing about it. So why not YOU shut up before I choke that—

I don't know a damn thing? Seth stared at him incredulously, slowly decreasing his speed. I don't know a damn thing? How can't I know a damn thing when I practically shared your brain through all that?

Exactly! You know all the things in my head and you still side with that blood-su—

I'm not siding with anyone!

A few wolves looked offended by this.

You know what I mean, Seth continued impatiently. I'm not siding with her. And you're out of topic—

What topic? The Ever So Funny Drama between The Miserable Jacob and the Bloodsucker that Left him?

What are you so bitter about? You got Jennifer!

DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT THAT SHE CHOSE HIM OVER HER BEST-FRIEND, THANK YOU—

God, grow up will you—

FOCUS! Sam roared. We're almost there, don't let your guards down!

The havoc stopped, but their personal thoughts could not be stopped. Sam growled a bit, but the wolves kept going. Sam sometimes wondered how they could stay as a pack. They were not exactly agreeable at everything—Every day practically began with arguments and animosity.

It was only two blood suckers, why you're taking the seven of us? Leah grunted, completely ignoring Sam's thougts.

Billy only heard two voices, Sam corrected rationally. They could be a whole army and we'd get crushed if we understimate them.

And we have no idea of their powers, Seth added.

Nothing's worse than a mind-reader, Quil, for the first time, joined in. That little cheater.

This earned a vigorous nod from Jacob, though the rest of the wolves were pretty convinced that he took it differently.

Better be a whole fucking army, Paul thought wryly, and Jacob agreed. Seriously, I'm so bored these days; I might stop turning into werewolf!

Want a spar after this is over? Jacob offered to Paul. Paul imprinting on Rachel—Jacob's sister—was a low blow for Jacob, everyone knew that. Yet surprisingly, Paul—instead of being his usual harsh and egoistic self, tried to understand Jacob a little more, gaining a trustworthy friendship between those two.

Hell yeah, Paul snorted. Right after the fight? 'Cept you're afraid.

Jacob fell for that. No way in hell—

Sam let out a low, menacing growl. Focus.

It was only one word. Sam didn't even yell it; but the effect of the command dripping in Alpha aura was spontanous. No one dared to speak another word anymore. The invisible chain kept their mouth shut, as they proceed for what awaited them.

"Say it!"

"I—told you.."

"DON'T YOU DARE LIE TO ME!" The woman screeched, clutching the Charlie's neck even tighter. Her eyes were stone-hard, yet burning in mad rage. If the situation was any different, Charlie'd laugh at her face, torn between looking frightening, yet terrified at the same time. Charlie tried to struggle, but it was all in vain, the woman's power was unbelievable—he didn't even manage to move her hand a bit..

"Rin!" Emmet hushed, his face, Charlie noted, was filled with worry and fear. "You're strangling him! And you can hear the wolves coming too!"

Rin let out a feral growl. The grip tightened even more, and this time Charlie was completely unable to breathe, as his hand desperately twisting, trying to do something about the lack of oxygen.

"Rin!" Emmet's voice was rising now, because he was worried or angry, Charlie wasn't sure. "Any second now!"

This time, even Charlie could hear the commotion coming from the woods. Charlie didn't know if he should feel reassured or even more terrified as another howl pierced through the wind. The howl made his strange visitors visibly fidgeted. The best Charlie could hope was for the woman to flee, and for the whatever-they-were to ignore him and chase after his visitors instead.

What came out of the woods nearly made Charlie faints. Six over-sized wolves appeared, each of them was growling in their direction. So it was true, Charlie noted faintly. The rumour of the bears..

This time, Emmet's voice didn't have a hint of hesitation. "RIN!"

The grip on Charlie's neck was released. Charlie felt a mild pain on his back as it hit the stairs, but was silently relieved to find the ground once more. However, the relief was short-lived as the woman kicked him in the guts, sending him flying into the house. He screamed in pain as his body crashed with the window, before falling back to the ground.

Charlie cursed as he felt the pain all over his bloodied body. The glasses were stabbing him in too many places, and his head started to pound. He blinked several times, trying to regain some composure, but his vision was starting to fade. He tried to see through the window, but it was all blurry. What happened next was not something Charlie's eyes could comprehend. It was all too fast; all he could catch was a blur, mere colours to identify which was human and which was wolf.

The thing on his pocket made him stopped mid-ways. Adrenaline pumping in his veins, he grabbed it and slowly adjust his seating position, ignoring the wild pain. Shakily, his raised his hands, taking another breath. He didn't know how this would end. His grip on it tightened.

A loud sound followed the bullet coming out of Charlie's guns, followed by the sound of the glass breaking. As the result, the blur stopped. His visitors and seven oversized-dogs were staring at him in surprise, even the the dogs. He could feel his feet went cold, but his hand moved on itself, shooting another bullet, followed by a frantically repeated shoots towards both of the party. Then the blur was back—and before he knew it, a hand was gripping his neck, and in an instant, he could feel himself losing consciousness.

"You—you dare—"

A couple of mad cry erupted between the wolves, yet Charlie could still catch Emmet's voice, "Stop! Don't do it!"

The woman screeched, before a razor pierced into his neck. His brain was now concentrated on the pain in her neck, the feeling of being weaker and weaker every second. The only thing he could hear was his heart beats which decreased with the same pace with every drop of liquid sucked out.

"Where are they heading, Alice?" Asked Carlisle, who was running with the others in the woods, trying to smell their scents, which was unfortunately in vain.

"South," The group turned to south. "No, wait—they're heading east. Argh, it's disconnected again!" She growled in frustration.

Jasper shook his head, "This won't be good. We know the woman's talent. It could be a trap—"

"It's the only lead. What do you suggest, sitting back home?"

Jasper glared at Edward. "It's called precaution."

"Stop it, both of you," Esme decided to interrupt, causing grudging silence between those two.

A row of howls made the group stop. Eyes widened, their heads turned to look each other, horror clearly written in all their faces.

Bella croaked out. "Charlie."

Suddenly the Cullens dashed with the speed even Harry could not keep up. Rosalie noticed this while they were far ahead, and dashed back.

"It's okay—I'll catch up," He muttered.

"There's no time."

Harry felt his eyes widened when he was lifted to Rosalie's back.

"Oh, no. No way."

Rosalie gave him a tired smile. "Hold on tight."

Harry could feel the embarrassment heating up his face as Rosalie scurried through the forest, giving Harry a piggy-back ride. His protests remained ignored, and Harry decided to keep quiet as he felt the tension in the air. No one missed Bella's glassy eyes.

The Cullens then suddenly turned to the right suddenly that Harry felt the earth moving in the most unhuman way possible. They smelled the invaders' scents, and decided to keep going with their priority. Edward turned to see Bella's face, and then the horror on her face was copied onto his. Placing a hand on Bella's shoulder, he mouthed, "Go." Bella didn't waste any second. Harry saw her leaving, mentally wishing her luck.

It was probably not exactly the best of moment, but Harry decided that he loved the scent of Rosalie's hair.

The moment they caught a sight of the invaders, the Cullens stopped at the end of the cliff. Emmet was standing in the river, his face pained. The first thing Harry did was to peek at Rosalie's face. Her face remained cold, impassive, as if the one standing before her was not someone she even knew. Even though her eyes were a bit filled with venom, Harry was still amazed at her self-control.

For a really short beat, Harry actually felt sorry for him, reasons unknown. That was until he saw the woman beside him. She was a stunning Asian vampire with her black hair tied in ponytail, proudly wearing the same Volturi cloak as Emmet's. Yet her elegance was ruined with her expression that looked like a maniac's. The grin on her face was too wide—it should be humanly impossible. Her expression immediately changed when she noticed the wolves in line, right at the end of the cliff opposing the Cullens.

Harry narrowed his eyes when he saw the right corner of her mouth turned slightly upwards.

The chaos erupted when the wolves jumped. The Cullens did the same, but the goal was not achieved, as they ended up crashing against an invisible barrier. Harry could swear he heard a crack on his legs when they harshly connected with the ground. Rosalie turned to say "I'm sorry!" but at Harry's vigorous nod, she dropped him to the ground, before charging towards the enemy. Harry stood slowly and felt relieved to find his leg working nicely. He set off full speed towards the enemy, his hand was already creating the pale blue light in his hand to cast Reducto.

Harry's eyes widened when the woman had switched places with a dark brown wolf. He immediately dashed to the west, before casting a Repulso against him right before the Reducto hit the stone behind the place he stood seconds ago. The woman suddenly gave Harry a sharp glare. Harry stared back, forming another Reducto with his right hand. The woman never broke the eye-contact as she kept moving, punching Alice to the other side of the land. Suddenly, a wolf tried to rip Alice's hand off. Jasper shouted in rage, kicking the wolf out of the way. In a second, the events went completely wrong.

Edward punched Jacob when Jacob tried to attack Jasper. This triggered the anger of others, as the wolves began to aim Esme, whom Carlisle desperately tried to protect. It was maddening, the sight of your team fighting against your allies while the enemy was ignored, right in the middle of it. Harry's caught the dread on Rosalie's eyes and knew it was mirrored in his.

The woman grinned in triumph before grabbing Emmet roughly and suddenly vanished out of the sight, leaving everyone thrown into different directions. Harry's hand released the reducto he's been holding. The spell moved slowly as everything looked like in a slow motion, hitting the woman's leg as she was jumping off to the ocean. He caught the absolute anger at their last eye-contact. Harry hurried to the edge of the cliff, gazing at the ocean, to see nothing was there.

"You fucking dog—"

"Stop—It's enough, please—"

"GET AWAY!"

Harry's head turned. It wasn't over.

"JASPER!" Harry shouted. "JASPER!"

Jasper's eyes, still shining in rage, turned to connect with Harry's, and immediately knew what to do. He took a deep breath and then suddenly Harry could felt the calming waves he sent. After the effect completely succeeded, Carlisle said, "It's a major misunderstanding."

A few wolves howled, disagreeing, but Jasper's eyebrows frowned and the wolves went back relaxed. However, the black wolf barked.

Edward translated, "She landed on our land."

"Please," Carlisle held up his hands in universal peace-keeping gesture. "She and the rest of us meant no harm. We were in battle. The main priority of the moment was to chase the invaders."

Edward's body tensed before translating, "The male was one of yours."

Esme answered, "He is. Everything was unexpected—"

"He is?"

Jasper spoke up, his face rigid. "He was. He left us months ago. We would like to exclude him from the treaty."

The black wolf's head snapped to Jasper's direction. Esme quietly sobbed. The rest of the Cullens looked grim, but the wolves were looking at Jasper with morbid curiosity.

"We need time to discuss this."

Carlisle nodded. "Absolutely acceptable. We'll be waiting."

The tension still lingered in the air, even after the wolves left. Carlisle tried to soothe Esme who still looked a bit shaken. Jasper was hugging Alice tightly, looking extremely relieved that Alice was still in one piece. Harry stared at Rosalie for a while, but she didn't stare back.

As they went to Charlie's, Harry could feel the disappointment and anger of the group. It was true that they were played like a bunch of babies, so easily turned against each other. Harry's mind lingered back at that woman. She was strong—even for Vampires. It should not be surprising, though. Harry had heard that her talent was the absolute shield, which included both mental and physical. From what Edward had told him about Renata from Volturi, the woman's gift was much more advanced too. But Harry did not believe in perfection. She must had her weakness. The weakness might be something small, but they existed. The question was how to buy enough time to find it. The woman tended to flee everytime she got into confrontation.

Harry was snapped back out of his musing when he heard a loud, piercing cry that sent chills down his spine. The Cullens sped up to the Charlie's, knowing the source of the scream was from there. Edward vanished from sight, as he was the fastest of the group.

The very first thing Harry could comprehend when they all arrived was that the cry he heard before was actually Bella's voice. She was on her feet, her eyes widened, her expression looked like she could fainted.

The second thing he noticed was Bella's father laying on the floor, eyes wide, his body unmoving.

"Today we are all sadly gathered for the funeral of our best friend, our protector.."

Harry stared solemnly at the ground. He felt numb, haunted with another death. One would think that becoming the Master of Death would be fearless against it, but Harry could feel his heart fell to the ground for every death he had witnessed. That day, no rain had fallen—nor had the sun shone so bright. It was gray, mirroring the thoughts of almost a half of the citizen of Forks who gathered, covered in black clothes. Some were nice enough to shed tears, some were looking at the ground sadly. Everyone was in grief of losing their Chief Police.

It shouldn't happen this way. Charlie was not supposed to be visited by those Vampires. Harry knew at least a small part of it was his fault. If he didn't put the Fidelius charm on the house.. He was egoistic enough as he was.

Rosalie appeared beside him, a small, sad smile tugging on her lips. Harry felt a jolt of warmth in his chest as she rested her head on his shoulder, sliding her hand to fit his.

Staring at Bella's face, Harry felt fright starting to build up inside him. What if this was Ron's funeral? Or Hermione's? The ones who had been with him for a great deal of his life, suddenly killed by the world Harry was dragged into. What if he came back home to find Hermione's lifeless body with no blood left or Ron screaming in pain of transforming?

He would not be able to bear it. No one, ever, would die because of his fault again.

For a short moment, Harry could understand why Voldemort was so frightened with the idea of mortality. It was truly frightening to think that death could happen to anyone, anytime, anyplace. Death doesn't care who you are, if you were destined to die and that moment, he would find you.

"Why doesn't Bella cry?"

Harry tensed, along with the Cullens. It was only a whisper, but every Vampires heard that. Bella's body completely stopped moving, her eyes hollow.

"Well, why would she cry? She's got the perfect life with the Cullens. I haven't seen her tears even once since I arrived here."

"That's awful. That ungrateful bitch. I would cry my tears out if this were my dad's funeral."

Harry's head turned to the girls behind him, only to find it was Jessica Stanley with a girl who looked like a bigger version of Pansy Parkinson. They stopped chatting once they realized Harry was staring at them, looking rather flustered.

"Sod off," Harry snapped, his voice menacing. The girls looked confused, but they seemed to know it was not something good when they saw the disgusted expression on his face.

"If you have nothing nice to say, leave."

The girls' eyes widened, their faces completely red. The Pansy-look-a-like seemed to want to retort, but Jessica dragged her off. They immediately stumbled through the crowd, leaving the funeral .

The Cullens looked appreciative at this. Harry caught Edward's eyes and saw the gratitude in his eyes. Harry offered him a sad smile, which was returned. The funeral then continued smoothly, but a part of Harry's mind felt oddly happy about Rosalie squeezing his hand.

"Are you sure you're going to be alright?"

"Y—yeah. Please leave."

That was what Bella said, but she wasn't home yet until the moon came out. Harry was standing in the balcony, gazing at the moon. He didn't like the atmosphere in the house, but then again, who did? Edward looked like a complete mess. Harry understood that he really wanted to be with Bella in times like this, but Bella had completely shut him off. Alice was obviously blaming herself. Carlisle was busy soothing Esme, whose sadness was torn between Emmet's leaving and Charlie's death. Rosalie looked hollow—maybe she was trying to face the prospect of death.

Jasper was desperately trying to light up the household moods, but with his emotion going haywire, it did not work nicely. In the end, Jasper got busy trying to convince Alice that it was not her fault, and that everything was going to be okay.

"Hey."

Harry didn't need to turn to tell who it was. "Hmm."

Rosalie stood next to him, her eyes staring at the unusually bright moon. Her gold hair looked amazing under the moonlight, Harry admitted. It looked so soft, especially when she let it down, letting the waves of her hair to be free. He realized he was staring at it for far too long when Rosalie turned to him. "What?"

"Nothing," Harry looked back to the moon that sadly reminded him of Remus. God, he missed everyone. He missed Remus's understanding nature, Sirius' reckless attitude yet wise at times, Dumbledore's twinkling blue eyes, Fred's not-so-appropriate jokes, Cedric's brave heart, Moody's Constant Vigilance, and the death of the others that he might not even know, yet it still saddened him.. And his parents, gazing at him, telling him how he was brave and they were proud of him.

Ruddy hell, he'd gladly go to a detention with Snape again if he was given a chance to.

That's just how life works, Harry thought sourly. No one could live forever. He did not need another Voldemort to convince him it was true. Death would come to get you, no matter what you are.

Harry felt weird to be afraid of facing others' deaths when he was a Master of Death. It felt easy hugging death when he knew he was going to die meeting his parents, and making the living a better place. Yet when it came to the death of another, Harry felt so weak, so vulnerable..

"Have you lost a precious person, Harry? To death?"

Harry chuckled sourly. "I'd lost counts."

Rosalie stared at him sadly.

"But every death was for a good cause, I think," Harry found his lips moving unconsciously. "For me, Sirius' death made me remember to always think before I leap. Moody's made me understood war, Dumbledore's made me understand that some things were necessary.."

"That's really wise of you," Rosalie commented, smiling a bit. "It's funny, isn't it? That we Vampires who lived way longer than you, could not say it with a bit of smile on our faces. Well, maybe Carlisle can. But we have lived far too long to come to terms with death."

Harry grinned weakly. "Most of people can't. I was just unfortunately born at the times of war. War hardened people. I was just one of them."

"You're not just one of them," Rosalie shook her head. "You're the hero. You were burdened with a lot of things, and that made you stronger than the rest of them. While we had been living a really long life, but never really grew up since our human state. Say, Harry, what do you think would happen to Vampires once we die?"

Harry let the small silence fell between them before answering, "No one knows for sure, right? But I'd like to think that it's not based on what we are—it should be who we are. What kind of actions we do when we're alive."

"A nice idea," Rosalie said. "It feels too nice to be true. I guess Edward's rubbing off on me. It feels so logical, us having no soul."

Edward's weak chuckle was heard from the living room.

"I knew a person who had violated his soul in the most inhuman way possible," Rosalie raised an eyebrow at this. "And he was a human. A wizard, to be precise. He spent most of his life killing, torturing, all for the sake of creating his own kingdom, and laughing joyously every second of it. But the worse was when he split his soul."

The household went quiet, carefully listening.

"He split his souls into seven pieces and stuffed them inside of some objects for the sake of immortality. The more he created, the closer he was to the immortality, but the more damage done to his soul. He could not, ever, die if he still had the other pieces safe and hidden. But some says that once you split your soul, when you die, you'll be stuck in the limbo between life and death. His soul is damaged, so he can't ever, move on."

Rosalie's eyes dimmed.

"Do you get it? The thing that damaged his soul?"

"His choices?"

Harry gave her a smile. "Exactly. My mentor once said, 'It is not our abilities that show what we truly are. It is our choices.' Choices, Rose. It's the choices you make."

Rosalie opened her mouth to say something, but Edward was suddenly standing next to him.

"What about Bella?" Edward asked, his voice dripping in fear. "She chose this life, so does it mean it damages her soul?"

"Didn't you hear what I had said? What made his soul damaged? It's his crimes. He killed people for fun, he split his soul. I don't see why choosing to be a Vampire to be with someone you love would damage your soul."

Edward sighed, but his expression turned a little bit brighter. "I really hope it's true."

Harry turned away to see the moon retreating, and the rain started to wash Forks.

"Hi dad," She whispered, her voice sounded broken.

The rain started to fall, but Bella made no move. She was kneeling in front of the grave, a basket of roses was in her hands. Why did she choose Rose? Because it was Charlie's favorite? No, she thought it'd look nice. She didn't even know what Charlie's favorite flower, or if Charlie just didn't like flower at all.

She had been standing in front of his grave for hours, but that was he first time she opened her mouth. What was there to say? She didn't know Charlie that well. She knew Charlie was a quiet, awkward person, just like she was. She knew Charlie loved fishing with Harry and it hurt Charlie so bad when his best friend died. She knew he was forgiving. She remembered his face turning purple when he was mad.

But apart from it, what did she know?

"Hi dad," She tried again.

Why is it so hard to say? Even Renee had her say, crying hard with each words, with Phill rubbing her arms in comfort. Jacob and the packs also came. Every polices in Forks, saying about how Charlie was a great, understanding leader with a little too much addiction of coffee. Billy talked about their teenage life, where Charlie was apparently one of the little group consisting him, Billy Black, Harry Clearwater and Quil Ateara IV.

The things that Bella didn't even know.

It must had been hard for him. Charlie was devastated with his parents sick condition that kept on getting worse, while at the same time Renee with her pregnancy hormones wanted to leave Forks. He must had felt so exuberant when he heard she was moving in—only to find that his daughter was an introverted, Cullen-obsessed with troubles following her everywhere. Perhaps after all this time, Charlie was still in love with Renee? Why did she never ask?

"Dad," She began again. "I'm sorry.. for not being able to cry for you."

She clenched her fist at the image of Jessica Stanley and her new gossip friend. She wanted to cry, dammit. She wanted to. It would be better if she could cry her eyes out, letting all the tears go. Yet her tears—her venoms were trapped forever in her eye, circulating madly, begging to let all the emotions out of her head.

She had always thought that being Vampire was awesome—no worries! No need to sleep, ever! Yet she desperately wanted to sleep now, just to escape reality for a short time. Why was she forced to be awake, when all she wanted to was to lie down and forget?

"And I'm sorry.. For being so eager to leave you."

Her past self disgusted her. Was she really eager to leave Charlie, to marry Edward as soon as possible, just so they could have the same age? Why didn't she wait and go to college like Charlie had? She knew she'd be leaving her dad, but it didn't occur to her that maybe she could stay for awhile to really get to know her dad? Charlie had saved some money so she could go to college. Why didn't she?

She could've stayed a few years. She knew she could. Edward had said that for Volturi, time moved slowly. His father could stand proudly when she graduated college. She could see her father's grinning as she hugged him, after telling that her job application was accepted. She could try to go fishing with her father and find out what was so fun about it.

"It's all my fault. I'm sorry."

She really wanted to punch herself, to jump off the cliff again, just to see how purple Charlie's face would look. She'd go to the Volturi again if she could find Charlie gazing at her, disappointed and angry.

The rain started to fall heavily. Did Charlie love it? The sound and the smell of rain? Perhaps it was the reason he loved this town so much?

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.."

Bella fell down to the ground, her cry sounded harsh and broken in the empty graveyard. She was too consumed in her grief to realize that Jacob was standing far behind her, leaning against a tree, staring at her with sorrow on his face.

I debated whether to kill Charlie or not, but in the end I decided Bella needs a push.

Too boring? Too cheesy? Tell me what you think, I'm nervous for this one. It's the longest chapter I've ever written. Not that it's enough to make it up to you guys, well, uh, sorry if this chapter disappoints you.

On a lighter note! I have decided to ask a question. IF I decided to make Ginny end up with someone we already know, which one should she be with:

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Please state your reasons! I can't guarantee she'll end up with the one with most votes, or with one of them at all, but it'll sure help me decide.

I just realized I hit 302 Follows and 220 Favs thanks guys! :D

So that was all. Sorry for the ridiculously long author notes. Uh, please REVIEW. I'm really anxious about this one.. I'd like to hear what you think. But if you dislike this chapter—or this story in general—please be kind while stating your opinion.

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