Summary: When you play a violin wrong, it sounds like a dying cat. When a heart is broken, it doesn't ever fully heal but with the violin, you learn, just like trying to repair a heart.

Sequel to Twilight's Melody.

Warnings: Slash, male/male pairing. Some violence and language. Mentions of Character Death.

Edward POV.

I stood by the window, gazing out into the garden when I felt his presence. He walked over to me and I wrapped my arms around his waist, nuzzling his neck. I hated him being away from me when I had come so close to loosing him. Harry James Halliwell-Cullen had become my life.

Alice had driven us home, I was in a numb daze as I thought about the paramedics loading Harry's body into the ambulance, white sheet covering him. I watched as Alice spoke on her mobile, but I heard nothing. I could feel nothing. Alice then grabbed my face with her hands.

"Listen to me Edward" She said and I did focus on her.

"Harry is not dead. Carlisle will call James and with a bit of magic, Harry's body will be switched with a fake. Carlisle will then bring Harry here and turn him but you have to let him if you want Harry back" she explained slowly, staring into my eyes.

A few minutes later, Carlisle ran into the house, Harry in his arms and I followed them. Carlisle went to bite him but I pushed him away telling Rosalie that the treaty could go to hell for all I care and then I did the deed myself, biting him straight over his barely beating heart. Carlisle held me back as he started to cry out in pain and move, trying to get away from it, but I couldn't help him and he wasn't truly awake.

James came in after he had collected the other kids from school. He explained the situation to them all and told them that Harry wasn't really dead but they had to act like it. He gave Carlisle a potion to give to Harry, saying it was Dreamless Sleep and that it should help.

I watched as Carlisle gave it to him and how he seemed to relax after he had been given it.


It had been two days since his "death" and my family and I were sitting amongst his brothers and sisters at his "funeral". Wyatt stood to go to the podium and I just sat their, pretending to feel numb. He also took Alexi up with him.

"My family have different beliefs than many here. For generations, we have followed old beliefs. When have this symbol that has been used for many generations. We could never understand it but, we do now. The symbol is called the Triquetra and to us, we believe it symbolises our family. The circle in which holds the three points, became Harry's circle, as he was the one who held our three separate families together, creating one." He read slowly from the piece of paper on the podium, where he had written what he was going to say.

I was going to smile but I thought it was sort of wrong. We all knew the truth about what had happened.

"Harry was adopted into our family but he was always our big brother. When we needed someone to hold us when our nightmares were bad and we were scared of waking our parents, we went to Harry who would hold us and sing or play the lullaby he wrote for us all." He said, a tear falling down his cheek.

I was amazed at the acting he could do and thought he could make a career of being an actor.

He then held up Alexi so the little boy could see the page.

"Harry was our fun, loving, caring, protective and intelligent bigger brother." Alexi said, a smile on his adorable little face.

The smile seemed to also say that he knew something that everyone had missed out on knowing.

"Our family won't be the same with him gone and he will always be missed" Wyatt said before more tears made their way down his cheeks and he retreated to his seat with Alexi.

It was true that their family wouldn't be the same, Harry would be a vampire and they were witches. It was amusing and Jasper seemed to find my amusement funny.

I watched as someone else started to speak, but I didn't really care, I only wished that I could cry, letting my own tears fall. It would seem like I truly cared for him as I could hear some thinking that I didn't. The funeral came to an end and I followed Carlisle, James, Wyatt, Emmett and Chris up to carry out his casket.

Of all the things I believed in, I just want to get it over with.

Music started to play as we got into our positions to carry it out. This had been the longest day of my life and I just wanted to go home and play his song forever. Emmett was whispering jokes to us and I almost laughed at them.

Tears form behind my eyes, but I do not cry.

I looked around the church to those gathered; seeing their tears falling and knowing that mine would never fall, never and it was something I wished I could at this moment, just to add to the ones falling to the ground but, in a way, I was happy that they wouldn't fall as I knew that he was at home and I would be there when he awoke.

Counting the days that pass me by

I had waited almost 100 years for him and I had fallen hard, but, he had been taken from me so quickly. We started to walk slowly out of the church and I saw Wyatt giving me a sad smile, as if he could read my mind. I didn't know what to feel. I did feel guilty about making the small town of Forks think that someone was dead

I've been searching deep down in my soul

He had made me question myself over the existence of soul mates and souls. He made me see that they both were not something from stories, but actual truths and that he was my soul mate, perfect for me and I, for him.

Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old

We stopped at the hearse and gently placed the casket inside. It drove away, to wait for us at the cemetery and we stood there, listening to people give their condolences, it was something I soon grew sick of, knowing the truth.

Feels like I'm starting all over again
The last few months were just pretend and I said

I moved away from those who gave their condolences to sit on the steps, letting the rain wash over me as I remembered his perfect face, remembered his laugh, his voice and his beautiful emerald and violet eyes that would sparkle with so much love and life. They were gone now. He would be flawless in beauty and his eyes, when he woke, would be blood red.

Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to

I looked up when I heard someone approach me and was surprised to see Angela Webber standing there, under a black umbrella, tears falling from her kind and sad eyes.

"It will, unfortunately, get better with time." She said softly before returning to her parents.

I stared out into the distance, thinking about what she had said. It was untrue that it would get better in time, for I would always remember something I wish I couldn't at this moment in time. I got up when I noticed that James was gathering his children up. My family followed them and we got into a second limo to head to the cemetery, so we could bury "him"

I used to get lost in your eyes
And it seems that I can't live a day without you
Closing my eyes you chase my thoughts away
To a place where I am blinded by the light but it's not right

We stood around the hole in which his "body" was being lowered into. I closed my eyes, not wishing to see it happen. It hurt me too much to think this could've been his body that would decay and rot down their while I would live for eternity, a perfect 17 year old. It was unfair that it was going to happen; I wished that it could be different, but it wasn't.

Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to

I stood there, in the rain, just staring at his tombstone.

Harry James Halliwell.


Brother, Friend, Fighter, Lover.

Honoured the Dead &

Fought Like Hell For Life.

Above his name was the Triquetra and in the centre of the top point, a small cello was carved. I fell to my knees and bowed my head as I remembered all the times that I had spent with him. It torn at my heart and I wished that I could join him at home, but at the moment, I needed to act.

I was pulled out of my memories when he pressed a kiss onto my jaw.

"Don't think about what could have been, think about what you have now" He said and I nodded my agreement.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, a smile on my face.

"Nervous and scared" He answered me.

"It'll be alright. They're your family" I said, hugging him tightly as our thoughts turned to his family that would be joining us soon.

We had assured him that their blood wouldn't affect him as their magic covered the blood scent. I kissed the top of his head and he smiled at me.

I was lucky to have someone as caring and loving as Harry James Halliwell-Cullen.