A/N: Hello readers. I was saddened by the fact that I only got 3 reviews from the only readers who seem to follow the story. Here is my thank you to you: EdFanable, AliceCullen3, and Bebeyeah. They seem to be the only readers I have. I should feel discouraged but I only feel like I should keep posting my story. So I'm going to keep going at it.

In this chapter I decided to switch the point of view from Bella to Edward. In Edward's point of view we get to see what happens in the actual world while Bella is with Voldemort in her dreamlike state.

I hope my readers enjoy. :)

Reassurance of Love


I flew out the bathroom finding Sirius and Harry in the living room. They sat shell-shocked at the madness swirling in my eyes. There was only a one-word explanation I could give them: "Bella."

They ran up the stairs with myself on their heels. I pushed my way through them to get to the bathroom first. The sight that greeted me was a living nightmare.

Bella was sprawled on the floor barely conscious coughing up the darkest blood I had ever seen. The blood seemed to have a tinge of inky blackness in it. I scooped Bella up before Harry or Sirius could react and set her gently on the bed. I grabbed a cloth and wiped the blood on the corners of her mouth and moved her hair from her face. Sirius and Harry watched with wary eyes. I knelt beside Bella and grabbed her cold hand.

"What's wrong with her?" I asked pleadingly at Sirius.

"It seems she got sucked into another coma like the one she had at Hogwarts," said Harry. He looked down at Bella, almost examining her. I couldn't read either of their minds.

"Why can't I read your mind?" I asked them both.

Sirius sighs and answers, "It's a precaution we're taking. If you can't read our mind, then neither can the Dark Lord. It has nothing to do with you Edward."

I nodded letting the subject fizzle in the air. "What happens in the coma Harry?"

Harry kneels on the other side of Bella and watches her, as if looking for something - a sign that would set him at ease. "Voldemort creates the coma. Once she's sucked in, he has free reign on what happens in her dreamlike state. It won't take a toll on her physically but it will mentally and emotionally. The thing with Bella is that she won't let anyone know whats going on inside that troublesome head of hers," spoke Harry, fondly of his little sister. "Voldemort can show her her deepest fears or have a duel with her. In which most likely they'll end up having a draw, and both of them will be tired at he end of it. Or he can do whatever the hell he feels like. Which makes her being in a comatose state even more dangerous."

"How do you know all that?" asks Sirius, before Harry could continue talking.

"I see her. I feel what she's going through, the emotional turmoil she's suffering through. I know what Voldemort makes her go through as torture. Sometimes he even lets me see the horrors, as if it were a privilege to see such a thing. My sister gets weakened everytime he makes her go into a coma," says Harry with eyes that seem like a great void of nothingness.

"The coma at Hogwarts wasn't the first one?" I asked outraged that I wasn't informed of his.

Before either Harry or Sirius could explain Bella began whispering in her sleep. I moved closer to her. The room became so quiet all three of us could hear the word Bella whispered over and over in a pleading voice.




Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.

It sounded like it was the only word she could say. The only word that was meant to help her escape the hell she was curently in. Her heart beat in time with the word she whispered over and over. Every pump of her blood whispered the word.


I looked at Harry who was seeming more tired and drained than before. Sirius couldn't stop fidgeting with his shirt and the chair he was in.

"Why don't you all rest and I'll stay here by Bella's side. When something happens I'll make sure to tell you," I said looking specifically at Harry, knowing he wouldn't want to leave his sister's side.

He looked at me, his eyes searching me as if looking to see if I had an ulterior motive. He nodded subtly and left the room with Sirius behind him.

I returned to my place beside Bella not wanting to take my eyes off her. I watched her continue to whisper that damned word.




My phone began to ring in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw that it was Alice. I answered her call.

"When?" I asked.

"I don't know Edward. Her future is completely wiped off. It's like she's getting a new start and I just don't understand," answered Alice in a monotone voice. It wasn't anything like the quirky Alice I knew. "I've been trying to go around the void but I got pushed back. It's like a firewall. Every time I go around I get like a Restricted Access warning. I don't understand Edward! What the hell is going on?"

"Watch Severus Snape's path for Bella," I said, hoping she didn't ask for an explanation, but knowing Alice I knew I would have to give one if I wanted my way.

"The Potion's Master from Hogwarts? What for? What does he have to do with Bella and the Dark Lord?"

"Just do it Alice. I can't explain right now because I'm not completely sure and it's not my story to tell. I'm still waiting for the narrator to finish telling me her tale," I said smiling knowingly at Bella. She would wake up, and when she woke up she would continue telling me the story of her life that was still writing itself.

There was shifting in the background of the phone.

"Do you need us to go there? I promise we won't be a bother, we just really miss you and Bella," spoke Esme.

I smiled to myself. "Bella will wake up soon Esme, and when she wakes up I'll make sure she gives you a call."

Before any of them could say anything else I hung up.

I wanted to focus on Bella. I laid her properly on the bed and set a blanket on top of her to keep her warm. I watched her.

She's still mouthing the same word.


Is she in danger?

In actual physical danger?

I feel like my mind is being overloaded with information: memories, images, voices, touches, and starry eyes. One thing hits me with full force though: Music.

I get up from my place slowly and walk where a guitar is. It has the letter B carved on the bottom of it, so I'm sure its Bella's.

I strum the chords and began to pluck a melody. I play the first song that sounds in my head: Hey Jude by The Beatles. I hum along with the harmony and then begin to sing the song.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad.

Take a sad song and make it better.

Remember to let her into your heart,

Then you can start to make it better.

Hey Jude, don't be afraid.

You were made to go out and get her.

The minute you let her under your skin,

Then you begin to make it better.

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain,

Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.

For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool

By making his world a little colder.

Hey Jude, don't let me down.

You have found her, now go and get her.

Remember to let her into your heart,

Then you can start to make it better.

So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin,

You're waiting for someone to perform with.

And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do,

The movement you need is on your shoulder.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad.

Take a sad song and make it better.

Remember to let her under your skin,

Then you'll begin to make it

Better better better better better better, oh.

Na na na na na ,na na na, hey Jude...

When I begin to sing Bella stirs in her slumber. I want to believe that her stirring is from my voice but I feel and know that it's more than that.

Days pass and I don't know what to do with myself. I feel myself slipping slowly into a madness I had only felt once: when I was a newborn. I feel my throat begin to burn with an ache I hadn't felt in a while.

I need to go hunt.

But Bella needs me here with her. I attempt to numb the ache. I can't forget about it, it's impossible. There's no way to avoid the insatiable thirst that's plaguing me throughout my entire body.

Bella continues to stir and whisper the same word. It's becoming a chant of sorts; that word.



Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.

I continue to watch over her. Harry comes in periodically, looking drained and more fatigued everytime he comes in. I want to ask him what he sees in his dreams, what's happening with my love but everytime I'm about to, my eyes settle on his red, bloodshot eyes. They look swollen and red-rimmed from countless hours of crying.

If I could cry I would probably look the same.

I shake my head instead everytime and bite the words back.

Sirius hasn't come back to see Bella, but I can hear him downstairs frantically trying to locate something of importance.

Hermione, Ginny, and Ron are hovering over Harry trying to get him to talk about his nightmares. The nightmares that make him wake up screaming, covered in sweat, tears, and bile.

Everytime they try to get him to speak he responds with a simple no. Lupin, Molly, Arthur and Tonks are busy attempting to find the whereabouts of the Dark Lord.

I'm sure this wasn't how they had expected to spend their holidays. Tomorrow was December 31st. The beginning of the New Year celebration. This was supposed to be spent in Forks. Bella and I were supposed to be in Forks celebrating in any way she wanted.

But we couldn't have that.

Bella couldn't even be given the chance to celebrate her New Year because of fucking Voldemort.

"When I lay eyes on you I am going to slowly murder you. I'm going to be doing a favor to the world," I whispered to the silent, unmoving air.

I hear Bella stirring behind me. I turned and she began to whisper a different word.




Snape. Snape. Snape. Snape. Snape. Snape. Snape. Snape. Snape.

It had become her new mantra.

She stirred more. Twisting and gripping the blanket around.

Alice called.

"One minute," with those words she hung up.

I waited patiently beside her ready with a glass of water. Sixty seconds seemed to become sixty years. My dead heart searched for hers to respond.



Answer Love.

She arched her back off the bed and opened her eyes wide with a gasp.

Her pulsing green eyes searched for something frantically. When they finally settled on me she laid back on the bed and watched me.

She closed her eyes with a small smile on her lips.

Her heart skipped beats, jumping in her ribcage. Answering my calls for love.




She sat up slowly and patted the place next to hers. I sat next to her and handed her the glass of water. She gulped it down greedily, giggling when some of it dripped on the front of her shirt.

She took my hand and pressed it to her cheek.

"I heard you singing. You were singing The Beatles. The only song I know by them to be specific," she whispered playfully.

She didn't want me to ask if she knew.

Because she knows.

I know.

Harry knows.

She just needs to say it.

She starts to sing in a melodious voice.

Hey Jude, don't be afraid.

You were made to go out and get her.

The minute you let her under your skin,

Then you begin to make it better.

I watch her climb into my lap and curl up against my chest. I instictively wrap my arms tightly against her. I don't say anything. She needs to say it for herself. She whispers it against my chest.


The name is a confession to all the turmoil she's been through.

She knew I knew when she began to speak his name.

She knows Harry knows because he watches her when she fights, when she slips into a dreamlike state only to face inky blackness.

Her heart seeks comfort only I can give.



Always love?

My dead heart answers back, more alive than ever.



Forever love.

"Severus Snape. Just like we thought. He's my father," she whispered looking past me to the door that was currently opening.

"Why didn't you tell me James wasn't your father?" demanded Harry, looking even more worn down.

Bella moved away from me and took steps towards her brother. I took the opprotunity to go to my room next door. Of course I would still hear them, but I wanted to give them the illusion of privacy.

"You don't know the hell I've been through Harry! You can't come in asking me things you have no idea about!" yelled Bella. I could hear her getting closer to Harry ready to pounce on him like a feral animal.

Harry raised his voice higher. "You led me to believe you were my sister!"

The slap Bella gave to Harry resounded throughout the entire house. "I am your sister Harry Potter! I may not be your full-blooded sister, but I am still your sister. My father may be Severus Snape but I am still a Potter! I was raised a Potter!" Bella was seething at Harry's accusation.

My phone began to ring, I didn't even look at the screen already knowing who it was.

"Maybe you should step out of the house Edward. Go hunt a bit," said Jasper.

I hung up the phone and walked out my room and gently closed the door. I sent Bella a text knowing she would check her phone.

Went out to hunt. Wanted to give you and your brother some privacy. - E

I walked out the front door without giving an explanation for the screams coming from the third floor. No explanation to the grand reveal that occurred only seconds ago. The man who everyone believed was a spy was the father of the creature everyone doted on. It was the definition of irony.

As soon as I was out on the street, I ran, and ran. Seeking the blood that would help me escape from the madness I was in. My throat began to ache even more at the thought of drinking blood.

When I arrived at the edge of the forest I shed the controlled exterior I held up and gave into the animal instinct I had hidden away deep in the recesses of my mind.

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Happy New Year!