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Summary: Renesmee is given the memories of a past life but with the awakening of memories comes the knowledge of a disaster that will surely come.

AN: This isn't my first fanfiction and if anyone reads the other two, I've posted, I want to apologize that I haven't updated them. I literally do not know where I want to go with them, but I promise they are not discontinued. I will get back to them once the spark to write them returns. With that being said, this story will probably not be that good as I'm still trying to develop a writer's voice or whatever it is called. My research says that the only thing I can do is write and write I shall. I encourage you all to give me feedback be it negative or positive. I'm here to learn. I'll try to get chapters out every Thursday and if someone wants to beta read for me that I would appreciate it very much. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Awakening

For the first seven years of my life, my memories of my past life had been repressed. It was on my seventh birthday when the clock struck three in the afternoon did all my memories from my past life returned along with my powers. I was in the middle of blowing out my candles when a sudden pain struck my body along with a sudden blindness. The pain was unbearable, and it brought me to my knees. I could feel it condensed to my head and the pain spiked to unbearable levels. The last thing I heard before I the blackness overcame was the piercing scream of my own voice. I welcomed the void.

When I came to, I was lying on my bed. I had a splitting headache, and my throat was burning. It took a lot of effort, but I managed to open my eyes. I was alone. The room's light was dimmed and from my prefrail vision I could tell that it was night. For a split second I was disoriented and then the memories came and if it wasn't for my vampiric mind, I probably would have been able to process it all. I remembered it all, My life as a witch. The magic school I attend, the war and the many friends I've gained and lost. I felt for my magical core and sure enough, it was there. Depleted but still there. I remembered my mine reading father and instantly felt my occlumency shields snap into place. I couldn't have him seeing the information. As this was not my first reincarnation, I knew two things were all ways the same. The first thing was that no one could know the extent of my powers, or Faith would strip the from me in an instant and the second thing was that chaos always follows me wherever I go. I don't know what It is but one thing I do know for sure, was that I need to prepare.

I woke up again and this time I was surrounded by my family. Well, just my parents, my grandparents and Jacob. Tell all had looks of concern on their faces. My father had a look of confusion on his face mixed with frustration. If I wasn't aware of the reason why I would say he looked constipated. I inwardly chuckled at my own joke.

A cough broke me from my thoughts.

My mother stepped forward and pressed her hands to my forehead.

"Are you okay sweetie? Are you feeling any pain?" she said, and she brushed the hair from my face.

"I…" I tried to say but my voice was dry and hoarse, Instead I requested a glass of water. My grandmother Esme quickly left the room to fetch a glass of cold water. Holding the glass for me while I took a tentative sip, I tried again. "I am okay. I don't feel any pain anymore. What happened?" I said, I plastered a confused look on my face.

This time my grandfather stepped forward. "We are also unsure of what exactly happened to you. As far as we know, you were hit with intense pain and blacked out. Both Jasper and your father also felt the pain with their respected powers and when you passed out, they also passed out although not as long as you. Even the test I did showed that nothing physical had changed. This has all been one big mystery for us as well."

I got out of bed and even with the protest I was insistent that I was okay and with the help of my grandfather who gave me all clear they let me go. I told them that I was to go hunting with enfaces on alone as I need to get my thoughts together. Once I was out of the house and into the forest, I took down a couple of deer. My strength returned fully, and I knew that I had no time to playhouse with these people. I had to prepare, and the clock was ticking.