In case anyone forgot Here are the nicknames. Disclaimer I do not own the song in this chapter

Bella- Marie

Harry- Emerald

Luna- Whisper

Hermione- Foal

Ron- Robin

Fred- Thing 1

George- Thing 2

Draco- Snowflake

Daphne- Icy

Blaise- Viper

Neville- Fox

Bella's POV

The pounding in my head eased as the muggle pain killers started working through my system. I didn't like having to rely on them as I would just have to flush the residue out of my body at a later date, but I needed them if I wanted to be comfortable. Unlike muggles, the magic in our veins prevented us from just simply absorbing the medicine. A small portion of it built up into tainted residue the longer we used it, and the residue would half to be flushed out later with a cleansing potion.

But since I couldn't take potions at the moment, so I had to deal with it. I was broken out of my musings by my family coming into my room. I beamed at them. "Hey you lot, got some news for me? Like who the bloody hell sabotaged my potion? I swear when I get my hands on them I'm going to give them to Bellatrix as a gift." I said lightly. Though I'm sure the glint in my eyes betrayed how serious I was.

My brother shook his head. "No, I have Fox and Viper checking out the Guild center, hopefully, we'll have names soon. The Prophet certainly didn't waste time writing up a story. They sent out a special afternoon edition just for the explosion." He said as he tossed the paper onto my lap


By: Rita Skeeter

Unfortunately, you weren't having an awful nightmare when you read that headline. It's true my faithful readers, Isabella Potter, Girl-Who-Lived was injured by a sabotaged potion in the Potions Guild Center while working on her latest project, The VP potion, it's a potion, that if completed, will give a vampire female the ability to have children Biologically.

A very worthwhile goal. Unfortunately, while our kind Saviour was attempting to help out the vampire race by making it possible for them to have biological children, someone snuck into her work area and added Porcupine quills to the incomplete and unstable potion while it was on the fire, an action many of you know would cause a delayed explosion by two minutes.

Sources say that Ms. Potter had been talking with the Guild director when the perpetrator must have gone in, though Ms. Potter must have just missed the criminal. A witness stated that she was in the space for about thirty seconds before the potion exploded

"It was so scary, I mean, one second I see Isabella Potter heading into her space to continue working on her potion from my station, I thought about how amazing it was for her to be taking on such a daunting task and then all I hear is what seemed like the loudest explosion ever,

I looked up just in time to see the entrance to her space collapse and then I was running, along with everyone else, just thinking that we had to clear away the marble, I think a lot of people were calling her name." The Witness, an apprentice for the Guild said, clearly shaken.

Who could have done this? Was it a Jealous fellow Potioneer? A follower of the deceased Dark Lord looking to avenge their master? Or could it have been a personal vendetta against our beloved Saviour? Minister Fudge had this to say.

"The cowardly attack carried out on Isabella Potter was horrendous and unforgivable, someone as selfless as Ms. Potter should be able to go about her business without being attacked. I have assigned every available Auror investigator to this case. The culprit will be found and punished to the full extent of the law."

That, I'm sure will make many of you sleep sounder at night, knowing that our Saviour's attacker will face justice. But I'm sure many of you are wondering just what is the full extent to which this criminal could be punished? Well, I'll tell you, my faithful readers,

after some research I discovered that as heiress to an Ancient and noble house -let alone four- the criminal who sabotaged her potion can not only be charged with attempted murder but attempted line theft and attempted willful interference with Wizengamot affairs.

How you may ask? Well, it's simple really, as all Politicians know Isabella Potter has been aiding her Brother Harry, Boy-Who-Lived, by Co-writing various bills that are under current review within the Wizengamot,

and per the protection act of 1486 following the various attacks by Maldin the Mad, the Wizengamot unanimously ruled that anyone attacking someone who had written a bill under review would be charged with attempting to interfere with Wizengamot affairs, whether the attack had anything to do with their political movements or not.

More news to come.

For more information on Isabella and Harry Potter see Page 5

For more information on the Potions Guild see Page 6

For more information on the Defeat of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named see Page 8

For more information on The Wizengamot and bills currently under review see Page 10

Rita Skeeter

I rolled my eyes. "Fan-fucking-tastic, now we'll have a bunch of nosey Auror's to work around," I grumbled. My brother grinned. "Yeah, well, while we talk about some ways to avoid them and show the Cullen's around the hospital you can have a little talk with Edward," he said.

I narrowed my eyes at him. My brother was terrible at being subtle when it came to me. And apparently, everyone else was in on why exactly we needed to talk because after they had assured themselves that I was alright they seemed to hightail it out of the room


Ten minutes, ten minutes of total silence as Edward and I stared at each other, I wondered what he wanted to talk about that was so serious it apparently robbed him of his vocabulary. Edward seemed a bit uncomfortable as he took an Unnecessary breath and sat down by my bedside. Then he pinned me with the most hurt and betrayed look that I had ever seen cross his face, I immediately wondered what on earth he thought I could have done. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.

I was confused, tell him what? Tell him that potions could be sabotaged, or something else? I just stared at him blankly, conveying my confusion. He huffed. "Why didn't you tell me about your potion or the pain you were going through from not completing our bond?" He asked. Hurt evident in his voice.

I stilled. Shit. sighing I ran a hand through my raven locks. "Because I didn't want you to feel obligated to have sex with me, alright? I just wanted you to want me in the same way that I want you. I didn't want you to feel like sleeping with me was just a way to keep me comfortable, and I didn't want to feel rejected." I explained.

"Rejected?" He asked confused. I huffed in irritation. "Believe it or not Edward Cullen, I had you pegged before our first official date. You were constantly going on and on about how dangerous you were for me, and I doubt knowing I was a witch would have changed your mind, you're a stubborn bugger when you want to be, and you seemed determined to think the worst of yourself.

So yes, I didn't want to feel rejected, because I knew what you would have done had you found out about the bond, you would have first researched it thoroughly to make sure there was no way around it, making me feel unwanted in a sexual sense by you, and then once you figured out that there wasn't a way around it you would have slept with me once to satisfy the bond and then not touched me in that way again.

Making me again feel as though I hold no sex appeal to you. So I was saving myself a lot of hurt by just taking the fucking potion and being done with it." I said, my voice cracking. It was then that I noticed that I was crying, at some point during my explanation I had begun to cry without my notice. I furiously wiped away the traitorous tears, I hated crying in front of anyone other than Harry, it made me feel so weak and I hated feeling weak.

Edward silently sat on the side of my bed and pulled me into his arms. "I'm sorry, love." He murmured as he rubbed my back soothingly, I Reveled in how nice it felt. It was different from when Harry comforted me, it felt almost as safe, and I knew that the bit of unease stemmed from the lingering fear that he might leave again. Logically I knew that it was a ridiculous fear and that he loved me, but since when had fears ever been rational?

I should know, the first week at the Malfoys I had been terrified that it was all a dream and that I was going to wake up to find that Harry had been too late to save me, and I was still in the Dursleys clutches.

"Why are you sorry?" I asked. After all, what did he have to be sorry for? Not instantly jumping into a relationship with my toes and feet first? Not being over the moon about having a weak human mate- well, weak as far as he knew. "I'm sorry about denying our bond,

I'm sorry about never noticing how my reluctance to get into a relationship hurt you. I'm sorry I was so caught up in my own damn pity party for having a mate whose blood called to me like no other that I missed how my actions were hurting you, but most of all I'm sorry for ever making you believe that if I slept with you it would only be to satisfy the bond.

Bella, my love, my reason for existence, I desire you more than I can handle at times, I'm just good at masking it, in my era, it was considered improper for a man to openly show that he sexually desired a woman, a gentleman would never be so vulgar as to tell a woman how desperately he desired her.

What I failed to account for was that in this day and age women actually look for some type of sign that a man desires them, you were already so unlike the other girls at school that I foolishly assumed that you would need no confirmation of my desire for you. I forgot that things that would be painfully evident to me and my family would not be to you.

I feel as though I've been messing up so spectacularly from the beginning that it truly is a wonder that you are still with me, that you could still love me after how dense I've been." he said. "You're forgiven. We really are a pair, if couples had awards we would win worst communication skills." I said, laughing slightly as I burrowed myself further into his arms. "Indeed." He said, huffing a laugh.

For the first time in a while, I felt like everything was going to be ok.


I sat in the living room with everyone, magically tuning my guitar, it was much easier than doing it the muggle way. I had a magical bud in my ear that let me hear what the cords sounded like as i was tuning so I didn't have to stop and check. Everyone seemed content to do their own thing.

Edward was off to the side reading stacks of books on Witches Health, he was determined to find out anything that could go wrong with me, though he did half-heartedly glare at me when he found out witches and wizards aged slower than humans as soon as they turned 17, and I would still look like I was 17 for the next 15 years.

I simply smiled at him, not at all sorry. We had completed our bond the other night, and the memories still made me blush, though Harry swore that I forgot the silencing charms on purpose when we had seen him the next morning, which I did, payback's a bitch…

Jasper was watching some memory crystals in an MV (Memory viewer) a device that was even more expensive than a Pensieve, and technically illegal in Great Britain, but the Potters have never cared much for laws, despite what people said about our family being light, there's an entire wing of dark tomes in our library behind Ancient wards that says otherwise.

Alice was talking to Daphne and Her sister Astoria on the latest fashions, and salivating over the wizarding High fashion Magazines that the girls had brought her, she was even more excited when she found out she could order them by simply signing her name and magically scanning her Gringotts key in the given slot beneath the photos.

Rosalie and Carlisle were pouring over my potions research, and occasionally asking me what things meant. They had vanished into the library together two days ago and devoured all of our library's potions texts. From beginners all the way up to a mastery level, they even read the book. "Potions basics: a guide for idiots and Muggleborns."

The title was funny because it was a well-kept secret that that book was one of the most informative books out there, and explained in great detail the very bare bones of potions making, including the differences between slicing and slivering, and why such things were important

However, most Muggleborns take offense to the title and arrogantly assume they could make do with the texts written for people who already understood the bare bones. Hermione and I were the only ones who bought the book First-year and we ended up tied for the top of the class in potions.

Esme was having Neville teach her about herbology. She wanted to learn how to plant magical plants, and I heard her quietly admit that she hoped to use some of the magical soils in her plants back in America. Luna had drawn Emmett into a discussion about all the magical creatures she could see, that almost no one else could.

The Cullens had thought that she might've been off her rocker until I explained that Luna was a seer, and seers could see magical beings that no one else could spot due to their gift. This was proved correct when Luna showed Alice a Wrackspurt and Edward confirmed it as he saw the creature through Alice's mind. Since then Emmett vowed to keep away from mistletoe, it didn't matter to him that vampires were immune to the pesky little blighters, he refused to even take the risk.

Harry was talking to Blaise and the Twins, he had joined the investigative team to find out who had sabotaged my potion. I was a bit amused because he seemed just as devious as the twins when it came to the punishments they would bring down upon whoever had tried to blow me up. Blaise was trying to steer them away from torture and more towards actually figuring out who did it, so they could torture them.

Tom was on the couch next to me as he pretended to read a book while he secretly watched Harry. Ron and Draco were playing a game of Wizards Chess, and Hermione was sitting next to me, pretending to read her Runes book as she glanced at me, or more specifically, the guitar in my hand, which I hadn't touched since Sirius fell into his coma.

Knowing what she was waiting for I sighed and took the bud out of my ear as I finished tuning the guitar, strumming a few notes I began humming Hermione's favorite song, I had written it 4th year after the first task. Hermione dropped her book and turned her entire body towards me, bending one leg as she rested it on the cushion. I grinned and, forgetting about the Cullens who had no idea I could sing I decided to give Hermione what she was waiting for.

"If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea,

I'll sail the world to find you,

If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see,

I'll be the light to guide you.

Find out what we're made of

When we are called to help our friends in need,

You can count on me like one two three

I'll be there

And I know when I need it I can count on you like four three two

You'll be there

'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah

Whoa, whoa

Oh, oh

Yeah, yeah

If you tossin' and you're turnin' and you just can't fall asleep

I'll sing a song

Beside you

And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me

Every day I will,

Remind you


Find out what we're made of

When we are called to help our friends in need

You can count on me like one two three

I'll be there

And I know when I need it I can count on you like four three two

You'll be there

'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah

Oh, oh

Yeah, yeah

You'll always have my shoulder when you cry

I'll never let go

Never say goodbye

You know you can

Count on me like one two three

I'll be there

And I know when I need it I can count on you like four three two

And you'll be there

'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah

Oh, oh You can count on me 'cause I can count on you"

Hermione beamed at me and I was startled by the loud applause, I turned towards my family and blushed. "Bella, why didn't you ever tell us you could sing and play the guitar?" Esme asked. I shrugged. "I really haven't sung or played for anyone since Sirius went into his coma," I said. Everyone thankfully let that line of questioning drop, they knew it was a touchy subject for me.

"Did you write anything new in Forks?" Draco asked. I nodded but averted my gaze. "Nothing cheery, just stuff to let my feelings out during the end of my shut-down," I said, glancing at the Cullens. My shut-down had been an even touchier subject. It was mentioned a few times in passing, however, no one had told the Cullens exactly what a shut-down was, and they had not asked, they sensed how tense everyone got when it was mentioned and so far hadn't the courage to ask.

"How did you survive that, by the way? I know you're exceedingly powerful, but any other witch or wizard would have died within the month, you lasted seven." Tom said bluntly. I glared daggers at him, and Harry pressed his lips into a firm line.

He was the only one who knew how I had done it. And it wasn't exactly pleasant. "What's a shut-down?" Emmett asked. Rosalie glared at him, along with Edward. "Emmett!" She hissed. I took a deep breath. "No, it's fine, I'll answer both questions," I said.

"Isa you don't-" I cut my brother off there. "I know, but I'm going to anyway," I said. I took a deep breath. "A shut down is a terrible rare sickness that Wizards and Witches come down with when they have been rejected. or had a perceived rejection from their true love.

you see what happens is very simple. Wizards and Witches are closer to their astral selves than other magical sentient beings. so when a Wizard or Witch meets their true love or soulmate if you will. Their souls make a connection, your soul is magic that everyone has

be they Muggle. Human or vampire. everyone has a soul. every living being has a soul. it's a universal magic. so when that universal magic finds its other half, the missing piece if you will, they connect.

not too close but close enough. so when the rejection occurs the Witch or Wizard's Magic. the one who had been rejected that is. assuming their true love happens to be another Witch or Wizard of course.

Their magic assumes there is something wrong with them that caused the rejection. so their magic frantically goes throughout the body searching for the imperfection. and that is where the problem lies.

Your true love is someone who will love you for you. flaws and all. so their magic will be running on an endless search for a flaw that isn't there and Slowly but surely their magic will kill them. it takes a month at most, but I lasted a lot longer, though I doubt my survival method would work for the masses." I said, wincing at the memory of what I had done.

Swallowing thickly I refused to meet anyone's gaze. "You all know I have Occulmency shields and a fully formed mindscape that forms into Potter Manor, what you may not know is that I keep all my memories of the Dursleys in the Dungeons locked up tightly within my mindscape. When the shut-down started I was Desperate.

Harry and I found out in 5th year we could retreat inside our mind and go on a type of autopilot, but just retreating into my mind wouldn't have helped, my magic was still running through my body searching, so I did the only thing I could think of to divert my magic's focus.

I locked myself within my memories of the Dursleys, they were the only thing painful enough to distract my magic, once my magic sensed the emotional pain I was in the majority of it gave up the search to try and force me out of that area of my mind, it didn't work, I forcibly kept myself there, reliving every single memory, day in, and day out.

There was no rest, no reprieve, even though my body slept I couldn't allow my mind to, my magic would have found a way to force me out. For five months I managed to trap myself, then I finally had to let my mind rest. My mindscape was beginning to show damage due to it constantly being used.

My magic seized the opportunity and forced me out of my own memories, and though I was too weak to go back in, luckily my magic hadn't left it up to chance. The magic that was trying to force me out poured itself into the shield surrounding those memories. I was weak, but I was able to live long enough until Alice came and told me about Edward, by then I also had A semi-permanent glamour on to make me look healthier than I actually was.

Anyway, after that everything went mostly alright until Edward stopped the shutdown when he told me he loved me." i said, I glanced at Harry, silently letting him know not to say a word about the crack I had sustained to my magical core, he subtly nodded and I looked at the others who were gazing at me in varying degrees of shock, awe, horror, and guilt. I mentally sighed, preparing for the onslaught I knew was about to be unleashed