A figure sat in the window seat of the upstairs room overlooking the woods, she had medium length, wavy plain brown hair matching her brown eyes, the color of bark. A heart shaped face with smooth features could be seen in the windows reflection, her lips were thin and pale pink, and no cheekbones could be seen. The girl's skin was pale, like she had never seen the sun, though in a town like Forks that was perfectly normal. She was wearing a long sleeved dark blue shirt and simple black jeans and a pair of worn out sneakers. All in all, Isabella Marie Swan was a pretty girl, but not overly beautiful or stunning. She was the daughter of the Chief of Police, Charles Swan, although she preferred Bella to her full name.

The 18 year old was in her room thinking about her life in England. To everyone in Forks, she was just Isabella Swan, the Chief's daughter but she was a whole different person in England, she was Aryana Jay Potter, The-Girl-Who-Lived. Aryana had moved to Forks after The Battle of Hogwarts to get some normality and lived with a squib, Charlie Swan, who right now was at work. Charlie was good friend of Kingsley Shacklebolt, and didn't mind her living with him. They had worked out the full back story needed and spread it around town, with the help of the rest of her family.

Isabella Swan looked much different from Aryana Potter. Aryana had curly raven hair with natural dark red and blue highlights that could never be tamed with multicolored streaks in it. Her eyes were like a pair of stunning emeralds that changed shades depending on her mood, they would get brighter as she got happier and darker as she got more upset of angry. Full lashes of pure obsidian black gently fell over her sharp cheekbones. Her skin was tan from spending so much time in the Quidditch field. Her lips were full and red and her fashion sense was a lot more risqué than Bella's. Aryana Jay Potter was a stunning girl that had a fiery attitude to match. Even in personalities Bella was boringly different from Aryana, whose godfather had loved to learn she had inherited her father's love of mischief and partying.

Right now she had to make just about the most difficult decision in her life, or at least one that came close to it. She wanted to head back to England, back home to her mix matched family, but something was making her stay. Edward had come back from Volterra, but now was clingier than ever and had even proposed to her. The 18 year old most definitely did not want to marry Edward so was moving back to England, if only the annoying and sometimes painful pull in her chest would stop so she could actually go back. She would have been more annoyed at the pull if she didn't know what it was. The dreams she had been having of Kol Mikaelson, her soulmate. The bond between them, while quite weak, was strong enough to make her stay in Forks, closer to Kol.

The dreams had started when she was 7 years old. Aunt Petunia had taken her and Dudley to the park when Uncle Vernon was at work, only because she was afraid I would blow the house up if I was left alone, I thought. The young girl had taken her guitar with her, to entertain herself as she had no friends to play with, Dudley and his gang of bullies had made sure of that. She was strumming it under the small oak tree, her tiny back pressed gingerly to the rough bark as to not aggravate the wounds on her back, while Dudley bullied his way through the park, Piers and Malcom at his back like goons.

A lady had come up to her, wrinkles upon wrinkles showing how old she was, her white hair in a tight bun. A walking stick clutched in her bony and frail hand as she struggled to walk through the throngs of children running around. When she finally reached Aryana, she thanked the small girl for her performance, startling the silent girl who winced when her injured back brushed up against the tree. The lady's eyes thinned along with her lips at the silent wince and the small nod of acknowledgement she received. Abused word ran through her mind on repeat, helping her along in the decision to make the girls life a bit happier.

Holding her hand, the old woman told the young abused child in front of her that the supernatural existed, smiling at the skeptical look on the young girls face. After reassuring the girl she wasn't crazy, she explained that she could do nothing of the abuse but she could make sure her life had something worth living for. Aryana had asked how the woman knew of the abuse only to be told that it was obvious to anyone who had eyes. Although being a witch had been left out of that particular revelation, the 7 year old had been told that she would dream of her soulmate every day from then onwards, and she had. Later that night, she had dreamt of how little Henrik had died. That was the proof she had needed to finally believe. Aryana had lived a bit happier and was quite happy to sleep as the previous nightmares had been replaced by these wonderful dreams that told her of a better life.

When she moved to Forks she put a cloaking spell and illusion spell on her to make Kol forget everything he'd seen and dreamt of Aryana Jay Potter, instead showing him dreams of Isabella Marie Swan. After the War, everything was a mess and Bellatrix LeStrange had escaped. Being the Woman-Who-Conquered meant that she was the main target and she hadn't wanted to drag Kol or his family into her mess. That was the main reason she told everyone, but her closest friends, more siblings, had seen right through her and known the lesser reason was that she was afraid. Which was right, she was afraid that Kol wouldn't like her or that he would feel forced into it. If she had a soulmate then she wanted for them to be together by choice, not force. So she had her friends put all records of Bella in the appropriate places where they would be needed, while removing any mention of Aryana. They had done it, but not before giving her a long look silently conveying their reluctant participation.