Chapter 1:

Bella Pov

It was a cold and dreary night. Outside my window, there was a raging storm outside, trees were rocking wildly, wind was whistling loudly, and the rain was coming down in buckets. It was so loud, that at first, I didn't hear the woman's anguish screams downstairs. You see, my name is Isabella Swan, call me Bella, and I'm only six. I've lived in the same orphanage ever since I could remember. It's at least eleven o'clock, and I'm just lying in bed thinking. My beautiful dark chocolate hair was cascading against my pillow. It wasn't until I heard 'her' scream again, that I got up.

Automatically, I thought that it was one of the nuns that had screamed. Jumping out of bed, I ran to the door and threw it open. A muffled yell came from downstairs and I ran, trying to think of what to do if we were being robbed. When I reached the bottom step, I stopped to listen. First, silence, but then, I heard one of the nun's voices.

"Okay dear, I'm going to need you to push." Confused I rounded the corner to the sitting room, and gasped. EW! A lady… was giving birth… And I could see the head. One of the nuns, Ms. Mayburg, looked back and saw me.

"Bella, what are you doing here?" She asked, and I gestured to the woman. "I heard the poor girl screaming. I thought that maybe we were getting robbed or someone had fallen. I want to help." I gestured to the woman. Ms. Mayburg hesitated, but finally nodded.

"Go get a rag and a bucket of water Bella. You know what to do right?" She asked, and I nodded. I took off for the kitchen, and grabbed the biggest pail there. I watched it fill with water, and at the same time, I listened to the woman's strangled screams.

Once the pail was full, I put our finest rag inside it and hurried back. I gracefully walked to the pained woman's bedside. She gasped for breath, and dully watched me ring out the soaked rag. I wiped the sweat from her forehead and soothed her.

"Hello, my name is Bella, what's yours?" I asked nicely, and dabbed gently at her forehead. She looked into my eyes, grateful for the distraction. "She grunted, and when I looked down, the baby had been pushed out a few inches farther. It was almost time.

"My name is Merope Gaunt. You (Pant) are a (Pant) very nice girl. You look so beautiful." She complimented me, but before I could smile or tell her thank you, she screamed again. But this time, it was complete. I heard a soft sound, like a 'plop', and then a crying filled the room. It was a boy. The nuns hurried to pass the boy to its mother, and after one look at her, I understood why.

She was going to die. Your could see it in the way she gasped for breath. The way her chest faltered weakly.

"His name. Please. His name must be Tom, for his father. Marvolo, for my father, And Riddle, for his father." She said after a moment. She looked from the boy to me. Her arms were shaking, it wouldn't be long now.

"Miss, he will grow up loved. He will be loved, honored, and be grateful. I'll be his best friend, and I'll make sure he knows you loved him." I promised, and held her hand. The nuns were astonished that I was even able to come up with a speech like that. Merope however, looked at me gratefully.

"Thank you. You're a very good girl. I wish him and you the best." Silence followed. About an hour later, Merope died in her sleep. Tom's cries filled the room. The nuns moved forward to remove him, but I got there first. Slowly, and ever so carefully, I picked him up. He still cried. His eyes slid slowly from my shoulder, to my milk chocolate eyes. Everything changed. He stopped crying instantly. He was a handsome baby, and he was all mine. Tom's lips flitted into a smile. I mirrored it.

"You're a very pretty boy Tom, your very special." I wrapped my arms in a cradling hug. He sighed into a happy sort of sound, and cuddled into my arms. The nuns, unaware of the special bond we have, told me to go up to bed.

"Miss Mayburg, may Tom sleep with me?" I asked, fluttering my eyelashes. But to no avail. "Maybe some other night. Now off to bed." Ms. Mayburg said, while taking Tom from me. "Goodnight Ms. Swan." She warned me, and I sighed.

"Goodnight Ms. Mayburg. Goodnight ladies." I leaned closer to Tom a placed a warm kiss on his cheeks. "Good night Tom." I told him, and watched the nuns carry him away. When they rounded the corner, his eyes were still on mine. Alert, and far too away for a baby.

(One Year Later)

"Come on Tom, you can do it." I cheered him on. His lips bubbled as he tried to find his voice. Today was Tom's first birthday, and I wanted to teach him how to talk. He silently mouthed the words. "Tom, you can do it. Your special, you have the power!" I shouted. Tom looked into my eyes, and with a powerful and bubbly voice said:

"Bella." I smirked. He watched me with an awed like stare as I fluttered around the room. "Bella. Bella. Bella." He happily repeated. I jumped on my bed and hollered. "Tom you did it! Your awesome." And even from when I was standing I could hear his slight giggles.

(Four Months later)

It was a regular day. Tom was sitting against the old dresser in my room, and I was on my bed. "Alright Tom, time to go down to the library!" I stopped. Tom got up on both legs, and walked towards me. Wow, he just took his first steps!

"Ready Bella!" He said. Aw, he's such a cutie.

(Eight Years Later: Back in Forks)

Charlie Swan Pov

"Charlie!" Someone shouted. I turned around and looked one at one of my officers. Craig. "Yeah Craig, what's the problem?" I asked, fearing the worse. Was there a shooting, a fire?

"We found him. The guy who took your daughter. He's in there!" He rushed out breathlessly. My heart stopped. "What?" I asked, wondering if I had heard him wrong.

"We found the guy who took your daughter, hurry!" He repeated, and my hope soared. I followed him into the Interrogation room and had a seat. He was staring at the floor.

His dirty black hair clung to his scalp. He gave off an air of arrogance. "Look, about sixteen years ago, you abducted a baby in this town-" I started.

"And you want to know where she is?" He finished, and I narrowed my eyes. "Yeah, I do." I said slowly, allowing him to breath.

"Well, we sold her to a couple in London, you see, because they can't have children. Well, there was a pretty bad accident, and the couple died. So, we sent the baby to an orphanage." He finished. Silence.

"And so… I'm supposed to believe that your coughing all this up why?" I asked. He shrugged. "Well that's easy, because I'm going to jail anyway. I regret my actions, oh… and the orphanage is called Miss Lady Brooks palace. He finished.

I turned around and looked to Craig. "Hey, do me a favor. Book me two plane tickets for London. We're going to get my baby girl."

"Yes sir."