Harry Potter, also known as the Master of Death, and many other names sat quietly on a floating chunk of rock at the center of some unknown galaxy, deep in some unknown universe watching a supermassive black hole feast on whatever had gotten caught up in its gravitational pull. Many would ask what such a powerful being was doing. Was he figuring out the enigma of life? Was he pondering the mysteries of the universe? No, he was eating a banana. Harry tossed the peel towards the black hole and stood up and stretched. He enjoyed the quietness and solitude of space. To him it was very relaxing and a great way to get away from it all. Out here he could shut off the constant stream of voices and information that regularly flood a god's mind.
Deciding that he'd had enough alone time, he opened up his connection to the universe once more. The cacophony filled him like always. It didn't matter much to him since he could easily handle it. It was a truly strange feeling to be able to touch the minds of every living soul in every existing universe. One mind in this particular universe caught his attention. A teenage girl with a kind heart and a gentle soul was suffering heartbreak. Hers was an especially bad case and being the curious sort, he wanted to know why. Harry was a very curious person. That tended to happen when you had practically unlimited power and time. You had to find ways to fill that time. Harry usually liked helping people when he could. Most gods didn't really get involved in the lives of mortals, but Harry was always a strange creature who liked to walk his own path. Locking down her location, he disappeared then reappeared close by. He looked around. The place was cold and wet and very green. Forks, Washington state, Earth ver. 544,842,632,821,523.669 he thought. He was a long way from home. Most universes had a version of Earth. This one didn't seem particularly special. The town that he found himself in was small, containing a few thousand people at best.
Harry was standing outside of a medium-sized, white, two-story house that he knew contained the girl in question. Fading from mortal senses, he materialized next to her. She was alone in the house and curled up on her bed crying. He tilted his head as he got a good look at her. She was a pretty little thing, though not overly so. She had pale skin and long, thick, brown hair. She was thin with an average figure. He couldn't see her eyes since they were shut tight. Harry allowed himself to be seen and said, "Hello."
Immortals
Bella Swan was currently curled up in a little ball on her bed crying her eyes out. She knew it was pathetic, but she didn't care. Edward had left her. He said that he didn't care about her. She felt like there was a hole in her chest. A hole that hurt so bad that she could barely breathe. She gave a loud snort while sucking in some much-needed oxygen when a voice suddenly rang out.
"Hello," said the mysterious voice.
Bella yelped from being startled and scooted as far away from the voice as she could. Unfortunately, she was a clumsy girl and fell off the bed with a loud thump. "Are you okay?" the voice asked, laced with concern.
The second time that she heard it, she noticed the quality of the voice. It was soft and easy, like velvet against her skin. It was a very sweet sound she decided. That, of course, didn't stop the terror of having a strange man invade her room.
"Who are you?!" she asked frantically as she eased herself into a corner.
Harry saw the frightened look on her face and smiled kindly. "Don't worry. I'm not here to harm you. My name is Harry Potter."
"What are you doing here?" she asked, trembling from head to toe. As she got a good look at him, she gulped loudly. Not out of fear, but of astonishment. The person in front of her had to be the most beautiful boy she had ever seen. It was almost too hard to look directly at him. He was thin but still muscular. Tall too. Maybe six and a half feet. His skin was absolutely flawless. Even more so than a vampire's. Every feature on his face was utter perfection. His large eyes were the most beautiful shade of green she had ever seen, like two priceless emeralds reflecting sunlight, and his hair was thick and perfectly messy, darker than the night sky, and shinier than a crow's wing. She looked at his mouth and saw perfect, white teeth partly hidden behind plump, pink lips. She couldn't help but blush furiously. 'Stupid teenage hormones!' she thought. She was about to be murdered and she was spending her last seconds of life mentally undressing her soon-to-be killer!
Harry, of course, heard everything that she was thinking and fought off a chuckle. "I'm here because I heard and felt how sad you are. It was quite jarring. I came here to see if I could help, or at least cheer you up a bit," he stated kindly.
"How could you hear me? I was alone in the house!" she asked as she pulled herself off the floor but still stayed as far away from him as she could. 'He could hear me all the way in here? Wait! Maybe he was...' she thought. "Are you a vampire?!" Bella almost yelled out, finishing her thought.
Harry chuckled. He already knew that there were vampires on this Earth. Not surprising since there were vampires on his original Earth as well. "No, Bella. I'm not a vampire. I'm something much, much more." Harry sat down on her bed and patted the spot next to him.
"I'll stand thank you," Bella exclaimed nervously.
"Suit yourself," Harry said, making himself comfortable. Sitting on rocks in space wasn't good for the back.
"You're unnaturally beautiful, and you said that you could hear me from outside. So if you're not a vampire then what exactly are you?" she asked a little braver than she felt. She wanted answers.
"I'm one of the Gods," he stated plainly and happily.
"One of the Gods?" she asked sarcastically, then snorted. "Well, Mr. Almighty, what are you one of the Gods of?"
"I'm one of the Gods of the Universal Aspects," Harry declared firmly.
Bella couldn't believe this guy! "And what are the Universal Aspects?"
"Life, Death, Destiny, Desire, Despair, and Fate,"
"And which one are you?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"I'm the God of Death," Harry said proudly.
"The God of Death?"
"Yep!"
"So you go around killing people?" Bella asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Nah. I just help them with the transition from life to death. I usher souls from one place to the next. It's Fate and Destiny that usually control how and when someone dies. I have killed my fair share of living beings though. But don't worry, they were all bad so it's no biggie,"
Bella snorted again. "Well, that was certainly eye-opening. Could you do me a favor and leave, please? My dad is a police officer and will probably shoot you if he finds you here."
"If that's what you want, then sure," Harry smiled and popped up to his feet. "I'll probably be here for at least a short while, so if you want to see me or talk, just call out for me and I'll appear by your side."
Before Bella could say anything else, a scythe appeared in his hands and with a mighty swipe, he cut the air leaving a jagged split. He then proceeded to reach out with both hands and spread the fabric of space-time apart. Bella could only stand there and gape at the blackness of the void beyond the tear. When all was said and done, Harry stepped through and the fissure sealed leaving her alone in her room once again. She only stood there a few seconds before darkness filled her vision, and she fainted.
Immortals
Harry laughed to himself as he appeared outside of Bella's home. Out of all the people he'd ever told about him being a god, not a single one had ever believed him at first. He always had to do some little trick to get them to believe him. The trick with space-time was one of his favorites. Shrugging his shoulders, he went in search of some food. He eventually came upon a small diner called The Lodge. It certainly wasn't fancy, but the food smelled good. Sitting at an empty table, he waited until a middle-aged waitress came over and asked for his order. He gave his order with a steamy smile and watched amused as the poor woman turned red and stuttered before scampering off to the kitchen. He sat in the diner for a while eating his steak and potatoes trying to decide what to do next. He was absolutely certain Bella would call for him. They always did. It was just a matter of when. In the meantime, he needed something to do. Harry never enjoyed being idle.
Later that night Bella was sitting on the couch staring off into space. Her father, Charlie Swan was sitting in a chair watching a basketball game, keeping one eye on his daughter and the other on the TV. Bella couldn't believe what had happened to her earlier in the day. Was what he told her true? She didn't know. How could it not be with what she saw him do? She was still thinking about the matter when she heard the sports broadcaster call out for one lucky fan to take a half-court shot for ten thousand dollars cash. She took a peek at the TV and nearly choked on her own saliva. Harry was standing on the basketball court! She saw him grab the ball and heave it down court and hit nothing but net! The crowd went wild and Harry threw his hands up in triumph. She could see Charlie on the edge of his seat sporting a smile. Harry then brought both his arms down forcefully and repeatedly while thrusting his hips. He then started doing the moonwalk and ended it with a spin before breaking down into the splits before popping up back to his feet. He was being escorted off the court just as he started blowing kisses to the cheering crowd. Bella slapped her hand over her face in embarrassment as Charlie chuckled good-naturedly.
"Um dad? Where is the game being played at?" she asked her father.
"At Madison Square Garden in New York," he answered before getting up to get himself another beer. Somehow Harry had traveled all the way to New York in only a few hours. Shaking her head, Bella decided she needed some rest to forget about the sudden craziness that barged into her life.
Life for Bella, she thought, was miserable. She missed Edward, she barely ate and slept, and when she did finally get to sleep she was plagued by nightmares. She would go to school and then to work at Newton's Olympic Outfitters, then come home and sit in her room and stare out the window. She could hear the whispers at school. They would say that she was starting to look and act like a zombie from some horror film. She really couldn't contest the insults. Not that she would try anyway. At that point in time, she really didn't care about anything, let alone what people were saying about her. Her thoughts would occasionally stray to the young man that appeared in her room. Harry Potter was what he called himself. He hadn't returned since she asked him to leave. She didn't know if she considered that good or bad.
She got up from her bed and went into the living room. Charlie was doing a double shift at the police station that night so he wouldn't be coming home until very late. Bella flopped down on the couch and grabbed the TV remote. Turning the TV on, she started flicking through the channels trying to find something to watch. She came across the Academy Awards show that was nearing its end. The beautiful, blonde starlet who was holding the envelope announced, "And the Oscar for Best Male Actor goes to..." then opened the envelope. "Harry Potter in 'The God and Me!' " Bella's eyes widened comically. The camera swooped in on Harry in a fancy tuxedo who was happily wiping away fake tears and stood up to shake Robert De Niro's hand! Then he tongue kissed Julia Roberts! Once on stage, he said, "I'd like to thank god first and foremost. I'd also like to thank my family..." Bella quickly switched the channel.
It was one of those crime shows. The lead detective pulled back the sheet covering a corpse and it was Harry with a gunshot wound on his forehead! "This is the third Juror murdered this week," the lead detective said in a grave voice. His pretty female partner was clearly looking at a certain portion of Harry's body that couldn't be shown on network TV. "What are you staring at?" he asked her in annoyance.
"Did he suffer trauma to his genitals? Looks severely swollen," she asked.
"Umm no … it doesn't say anything about that on the autopsy report," he said awkwardly.
"Hmm," she smirked. "That's what I call a Hung Jury." Bella quickly switched the channel again, red-faced.
A horse race. Everybody was riding normally, except Harry, who flew by on a chariot, wielding a spear.
An old, grainy Kung Fu film. Harry had long white hair with a long white mustache and a pointy beard. "You dishonored my fami-ry! Now you must die!" he exclaimed, the movement of his mouth not matching the words he spoke.
Harry winning a pool game in only one shot.
Harry tap dancing with Shirley Temple.
Harry on the tv show COPS running from the police.
Harry playing ping pong with Forrest Gump.
Harry pulling up crab pots on Deadliest Catch.
Harry on the talk show Maury. "When it comes to six-month-old baby Shaquanda, Harry … you are NOT the father!"
The crowd OHHHHHHH'ed and the very heavy set black girl who Bella assumed was the mother, collapsed on stage wailing in grief. Harry jumped up and punched the air, "What! What! I told you! I ain't yo baby daddy! You a hoe!" When he started hi-fiving the men in the crowd, Bella had had enough.
"That's it! Harry Potter! You better get over here right now!" Bella yelled out with her hands on her hips and a vein bulging in her forehead. Harry appeared right in front of her with a big smile on his face.
"What can I do for you, Bella?"
"Will you please stop being on every show that I try to watch?" Bella asked, exasperated.
"That's asking a lot … but I think I can manage," said Harry with the goofy, boyish smile he always seemed to be wearing. She couldn't help but smile back even though she desperately tried to fight it.
"Were you doing the TV thing just to mess with me?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Maybe," Harry replied noncommittally. Bella huffed. "Well you weren't paying any attention to me, and I was getting lonely!" Harry fake pouted.
"You're such a jerk." Bella gave a small laugh. "Will you be completely honest with me?" she asked. Seeing him give her a nod she asked, "Are you really a god?"
"Yes."
Bella breathed deeply then sat back down on the couch. She felt Harry sit next to her. "How old are you?"
"I was one hundred and sixteen when I gained godhood. Since then I've lived for hundreds of trillions of Earth years. Needless to say, I'm very old," Harry replied honestly. "By the way, don't ask how I gained godhood. There are things mortals aren't supposed to know. So while I'll be as honest as possible, there are things that I'm simply forbidden from talking about." Bella nodded absently. He could tell she was trying to wrap her head around his age. It still baffled him on occasion.
"So what exactly can you do?" she asked timidly.
"With my power?" he asked for clarification. Seeing her nod, he continued. "Anything I want. There are things I could do but am not allowed to. The gods aren't allowed to encroach on other gods' territories for example. There are also things I simply refuse to do. Messing with people's minds in a major way or taking away their free will are a couple of things. I won't hurt the innocent if it can be avoided. There are actually quite a few things I refuse to do," Harry shrugged his shoulders.
"So you could find someone for me?" Bella asked hopefully.
"If you're talking about the blood drinker that you love, then yes I could. I won't though. He doesn't want to be found by you right now, and as I said, I won't mess with his free will." Bella's lips began to tremble and her eyes started watering. Harry put an arm around her and pulled her close. "Don't worry though. Things have a way of working themselves out," Harry said softly, rubbing her shoulder.
Bella sniffled and asked, "They do?"
Harry took his hand off her shoulder and ran his fingers through her long, beautiful hair. "Yes Bella, they do." With that, she burst into uncontrollable tears and hugged him tightly, resting her head on his broad chest. Harry just let her cry while gently scratching her scalp and eventually pulled her onto his lap. The tears continued until finally, he felt her fall asleep. He held her and let her sleep. Using his powers, he made sure to give her happy dreams until he felt her father returning from work. Harry carried Bella up to her room and placed her on her bed. He pulled the covers over her and silently disappeared.
Immortals
Bella woke up the next morning feeling much better than usual. She sat up and yawned while rubbing the sleep from her eyes. It took her a moment to remember what had happened. She was sitting with Harry in the living room, and to her embarrassment, she remembered crying all over him. He was kind about it. He let her cry and offered soft, kind words until she fell asleep. 'He must have carried me to my room,' she thought. Bella looked at the clock. She only had an hour before school started. Quickly, she showered and dressed then drove her noisy, old truck to school.
The school day passed slowly for Bella. Like pretty much every other day since Edward left, she kept mostly to herself. She chatted with her friends when talked to, but otherwise kept quiet. She spent most of her time glancing at the clock, waiting for school to end. Once the final bell rang, she quickly packed up her things and made a timely dash towards the parking lot. Thankfully Bella didn't have work that day. She could hear Jessica, Angela, and Mike right behind her. Thinking about what she wanted to do that day, Bella couldn't decide. She would probably end up doing her homework then sit in her room until it was time for bed. The prospect of that wasn't too appealing. 'I could call Harry and see what he's doing,' she thought. Just as she exited the building into the cold, drizzly Washington weather, she spotted Harry standing there with a smile. Bella stopped cold and had to fight a blush. Harry was standing there in tight, ripped jeans and boots, and a t-shirt tight enough that she could practically count every muscle on his abdomen.
"BELLA!" he yelled, waving at her. This time she couldn't stop the blush from forming, not because of Harry, but because she was sure everyone was now looking at her. Bella just stood there as he walked up to her, lifted her into a big hug, and spun her around causing her to squeak in embarrassment. When he put her down, Harry asked, "I was hoping you'd like to hang out today?"
"Um, Bella? Who is this?" she heard Jessica ask. Bella winced, knowing she would have to introduce Harry, who was likely the most handsome boy in the universe, to her boy-crazy friend.
"Oh … uh, this is Harry," she stated, pink-cheeked. "Harry, this is Jessica, Angela, and Mike," pointing out each of her friends.
Harry smiled at Bella's friends. Jessica and Angela were standing there open-mouthed, and Mike looked especially vexed at having to compete with another good-looking guy for dear Bella's affection. "It's nice to meet you all. I hope you don't mind me stealing Bella away." Seeing that they weren't going to answer any time soon, he grabbed Bella's hand and started to pull her towards her truck. "I'm sure I'll see you all again soon. Bye!" he called out.
"Uh, Harry? Where are we going?"
"To your house. After that, anywhere you want," he said, getting into the driver's seat. Bella hopped in next to him. She was about to give him the key when he snapped his fingers, and the truck started. The drive home was short as she chatted about her day at school. Once safely parked in the driveway, they went inside and Harry plonked down on the couch as she dumped her backpack in her room. Making her way back to the living room she dropped down next to him. "So where do you want to go?"
"I don't really know. I guess we could go to First Beach and walk around," she said, not knowing what else to do. Forks wasn't exactly teeming with fun activities.
Rolling his eyes, Harry replied, "Bella, I can take you anywhere you want. I can take you to Hawaii in an instant if you want to go to the beach."
Bella sputtered for a few seconds, unable to comprehend what exactly he was saying. "A-Anywhere?" Seeing him nod, her mind decided to shut down for a moment. There were so many possibilities. 'Definitely somewhere warmer than Forks,' she thought. "How about a beach that's not so crowded."
"No problem." Grabbing her hand they disappeared, only to reappear a second later.
Bella looked around in wonder. It was warm. Very warm compared to Forks. The sand was powdery and a very light yellow, almost bordering on white. There were palm trees swaying gently in the cool coastal breeze. She almost had to cover her eyes as the bright sun reflected off the near-transparent blue ocean water. The smell of sea salt wafted over her as the sun beat down on her head. Bella gave a happy sigh. She turned to thank Harry for bringing her there but stopped short as she saw him now wearing only swimming trunks. Shaking the cobwebs from her brain, she realized that she needed to get used to the devastating beauty that he beheld, and most definitely cease with the damn blushing!
"C'mon, Bells! Let's swim," Harry happily exclaimed.
"I don't have a swimsu..." Her reply was cut short by the snap of fingers. Looking down at herself she yelped loudly. Most of her body was on display! And the parts that weren't were covered by a very skimpy, black, two-piece bikini! Harry laughed as she desperately tried to cover up with her hands.
"We're on an uninhabited island in the Caribbean. There's no need to be shy! Now let's go!" Not bothering to wait for a response, Harry scooped her up bridal style and hauled ass toward the water. Male laughter rang out as he got knee-deep in the water and flung Bella out of his arms. Bella squealed in fright as she suddenly became weightless only to splash back-first in the cool water. Breaching the water's surface Bella spit out a mouthful of water and coughed a few times trying to clear her throat.
Brushing the soggy hair from her face she stammered, "You … you …!"
"Did you know that when you get mad your body jiggles in all the right places?" he claimed, eyeing her up and down with a smile. Bella abruptly sunk down into the water until only her head could be seen. Harry laughed boisterously.
As the hours passed they spent the rest of the day swimming and splashing amongst the waves. Bella ultimately got used to being half-naked and spent some time sunning on a beach chair. Inevitably, they had to return so that she could make dinner for her father. With a great deal of reluctance, she resurfaced in Forks and got to work on dinner.
"Mmm. Spaghetti's good, Bella," Charlie remarked, twirling the noodles onto his fork for another mouthful. Charlie had been keeping a close eye on his daughter since that punk Edward had abandoned her. Bella had been in a bad state. The constant nightmares and late-night screaming had him worried. That wasn't even mentioning the self-imposed hunger strike and the deep depression. He was grateful that she seemed a little better that night. At the very least she would smile on occasion, no matter how brief.
After dinner, Bella made her way upstairs to work on some homework while Charlie sat in his usual spot in front of the television. Once her school work was completed, she took a shower and got ready for bed. Laying in the darkness, Bella thought about her day. She didn't realize how much she missed the warm sun. Spending the day on a sunny beach certainly made her a bit homesick for Phoenix. Not that she would leave Forks for any significant amount of time, but maybe she could get Harry to take her back for a short visit. 'Harry,' she thought. He had just barged into her life and decided to become a staple in it. She couldn't have stopped him even if she wanted. His powers were unworldly. She still had trouble trying to comprehend the things that she saw him do. At first, she thought he belonged in a mental institution. Since then he certainly proved himself true. Maybe she was the one who belonged in a psych ward. Maybe her mind snapped and Harry was just a figment of her imagination. On the other hand, she never dreamed vampires could actually exist, and yet they did. If vampires were real then other mythical creatures could exist as well. Harry had said that he was a god, and she believed him. There was no other explanation for someone who could bend reality on a whim. Bella wondered if there was something strange about her. She seemed to attract the attention of things that shouldn't be real. First, her beloved Edward, then James the Hunter, and now Harry.
Truth be told, she was grateful that Harry had resolved himself to become a part of her life. He was a nice boy … trillion-year-old man … whatever. He was kind, and always had a smile on his face. It was difficult not to smile back when he spoke to you. Harry did a good job of distracting her from the pain and suffering she endured since he left. Bella would certainly welcome any form of positive distractions that she could get. She enjoyed their time at the beach, though she did owe him a slap for the scandalous bikini. She wondered if they would hang out tomorrow.
"Harry," she called out in a whisper, trying not to draw the attention of her dad. Just as she expected, he materialized right next to her bed wearing the same clothes that he showed up to her school in.
"What can I do for you Bella?" he asked softly. He knelt down so their faces were only a foot or so apart. "Don't worry about being quiet. Charlie won't hear us."
"Thanks for taking me to the beach today," Bella replied, her cheeks heating up from being in such close proximity to him. Harry smiled brightly causing her blush to spread a bit further.
"You're welcome. Did you have fun?"
Not trusting her voice in such an embarrassed state, she merely nodded. Harry placed a hand on top of her head and used his thumb to gently stroke her hair. Bella's breath hitched, and she closed her eyes, savoring the slight intimacy of what he was doing.
"Would you like to see me again tomorrow?" she heard him ask. Still not trusting her voice, she nodded again. "I'll meet you again after school. Now get some rest." Harry didn't leave, and Bella didn't ask him to. She just kept her eyes closed and relished the warmth of his hand, and the soft tickle of his thumb brushing against her sensitive skin. Soon after, she drifted off to sleep and welcomed the bliss from a second night of pleasant dreams.
Immortals
'Jeez school is annoying,' Bella thought, or more accurately, the kids who went to her school were annoying. Angela was fine. She was her normal sweet self. Jessica on the other hand wouldn't shut up about "the yummilicious hunk" that was Harry Potter. She had asked at least a hundred different questions about him. It got to the point where Bella nearly snapped at her before catching herself and calming down. How many times can a person say, "I wonder if he's a good kisser" before you're allowed to say "shut the fuck up you ratty, old skank"?
Mike was being especially irritating as well. He seemed to make it his mission to flirt any time he opened his mouth. Bella knew that he was taking it so far because he felt threatened by Harry. Nearly snorting at the thought, she was close to setting him straight once and for all. Mike shouldn't feel threatened because he'd never have a chance with her. Not because Bella thought she was better than him, but because she would never love someone as much as she loved Edward. It just wouldn't be fair for her to get involved with anyone.
The final class of the school day was spent half-listening to the boring teacher and the other half answering Jessica's questions about Harry's muscles. Bella would never admit it, but she did take a small amount of vindictive pleasure at the aggravated look on Jessica's face as she described exactly how Harry looked without a shirt on and how hard his muscles felt when she touched them. As soon as the bell rang, Bella was out of her seat heading for the exit. Just as promised, Harry was waiting for her at the exact spot where she had met him the previous day. She couldn't help but smile and run up to him. Catching her in his arms, he gave her his patented twirling hug. "How was your day?" he asked in his sweet, velvety voice.
"Boring and troublesome," was her succinct and honest answer. Harry just laughed and placed her back on her feet. Tousling her hair he replied, "That's pretty much the definition of high school."
Not wanting to stick around to give Jessica and Lauren a chance to fawn over her new friend, she grabbed his hand and tugged him to her beat-up, old truck. Half an hour later she and Harry were walking the streets of Phoenix, Arizona. She showed him the places she used to hang out at and told him stories of her growing up there. They found themselves sitting outside of her favorite ice cream parlor, each snacking on a bowl of triple scoop chocolate with sprinkles.
"Have you ever been married?" She guessed that he would have been at least once or twice in his very long life.
Harry nodded, "Several thousand times."
Bella nearly choked on her ice cream. Thousands!? "Wow! That's a lot."
"Not when you take into account how long I've lived."
"Do you have any kids?" she wondered.
"Not currently. I've had at least one child with every wife I've had. I always stay with my family until they pass on. I take care of them and give them as much love as possible. It's always hard when we part, but even I can't keep them alive forever. That's something that I'm not allowed to do," he sadly stated.
Bella winced. She really didn't mean to bring up such sad memories. Sensing what she was thinking, Harry gave her a soft smile and said," The pain of losing a loved one can't compare with the joy you receive from living a long, happy life with them. Death is a natural part of life, and the beginning of the next great adventure … or so I've been told."
"Will you marry again?" she asked, scooping a spoonful of chocolatey goodness into her mouth.
"Most likely. I don't know when, but eventually, I'm sure I'll meet someone that catches my fancy."
"What's it like having children?"
"Incredible, scary, and many other words I could use to describe it. There's nothing like it. You wouldn't believe the happiness you feel when their little hand grabs your finger for the first time. Of course, there's also the first time they wreck your car. So what do I know?" Harry chuckled.
"Have you ever had kids with a non-human?" Harry had told her about the many different beings that he had met over the years. She really wished that she could have met some of them.
"Mmhmm. Many times. I've even had a child with a vampire."
"A vampire?" Bella gaped. "What was she like?"
Harry thought about the best way to answer. "She was incredibly stunning. She wasn't a bad person or particularly mean. Her biggest problem was that she was uncommonly vain."
"Why did you have a baby with her then?"
"Because her one wish was to have a biological child, and I felt bad for her," he explained.
Something didn't add up for Bella. From what Edward had told her, vampires couldn't have children. When she asked Harry about this, his explanation baffled her.
"Male and female vampires of this planet cannot have biological children together. It's simply impossible. A male vampire can impregnate a female human, but there would be severe consequences. The only way for a female vampire to get pregnant would be if someone like me decided to have a child with them. The process would be incredibly tricky. I won't go into it in detail, but it would take someone with divine powers to make it happen."
Seeing that he wasn't going to explain further, she decided to ask another question that she had talked to Edward about. "Harry, do vampires have a soul? Edward once told me that he didn't think they did."
"I can answer that with one hundred percent certainty. Yes, they do. If anyone would know, it would be me," finishing off the last of his ice cream. "Every living thing has a soul."
"Even stink bugs?" She hated stink bugs since she was little and one flew in her mouth.
Laughing at the look on her face he said," Yes, even stink bugs. Remember that the next time you try to eat one."
Sputtering in indignation she tossed her empty bowl in the trash. "We should probably get back. It's starting to get late, and Charlie will be getting off work in an hour or so."
Later that night Bella huffed and looked at the clock. One a.m. and she still couldn't fall asleep. She was thinking about her time with Harry again. When he described that vampire who'd had his baby, she immediately thought about Rosalie. Beautiful and vain. That pretty much described her to a T. She wanted to tell Edward what Harry had said about vampires and souls. She knew it would make him very happy to hear that he did indeed possess a soul despite his disbelief. It saddened her greatly knowing that she may never be able to. She rolled on her side and sniffled. As tears started forming in her eyes, she felt the bed shift behind her. Her momentary hope that Edward had returned was dashed as she felt a warm hand stroking her arm. Bella tried to hide her face in her blanket so Harry wouldn't see her cry again.
"Want me to stay with you tonight?" she heard him ask tenderly. Not wanting to be alone she nodded through her sniffles. The covers lifted up, and he crawled in behind her. Snaking his arm around her stomach, he pulled her close. Bella put her hand on the arm holding her and closed her eyes. Eventually, the tears dried, and she calmed enough to drift into slumber.