A/N: Hey, this is my first Harry Potter/Twilight Crossover :) I've read a couple and I thought there was some really good ideas, but they were too short or poorly written. I was a little disappointed so I decided to write my own :) I hope you Harry Potter fans like it; it is def more of a HP than a T story...you will just have to read and see. I really like this story and I hope you too do too! So let me know what you think at the end. (Y) So let me introduce to you all the first chapter of Reversing Reality!

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Reversing Reality - Chatper 1

"I'm leaving Bella."

"What do you mean you're leaving?"

"You don't belong with us Bella. You don't belong with me."

"What are you saying?"

"You will never see me or my family again. It will be as if we never existed."

Then he was gone...

"Edward?"

Pain ripped through my heart.

"Edward."

It tore in two.

"Edward?"

I whispered out, clutching my chest, falling to my knees. He was gone. Forever. My first love; my only love. The one who I was suppose to spend eternity with. Pain ripped through my body at the thought of his disappearing forever. I fell to my knees, onto the forest floor, holding myself together. My vision clouded with a black haze. The wind swirled around me. The trees shook with anger; my anger. The leaves thrashed around in pain; my pain.

I felt as if my body was convulsing. Writhing in pain on the damp, rotting forest floor.

'This is what death must feel like'. I thought to myself. Deep down I knew it would happen someday; I would die of a broken heart. They never loved me; not like I loved them. I was doomed from the moment he introduced himself during biology. I was never smart enough; never graceful enough. Not pretty enough or interesting.

You always knew he would leave you...

If only I had just said no to him...no to getting in the car on that dark night. I may have very well been raped and killed but anything would seem better than this pain; the pain of rejection.

Closing my eyes, I tucked myself into a fatal position; holding myself together by the mere strength in my arms.

What I wouldn't give to go back in time, to do things differently. So I would have never fallen in-love with him...

I was dreaming...

A beautiful little baby girl, laid in a black and green silk blanket, intricate patterns and gems decorating the little bundle, making her glow in against the blazing fire surrounding her. Terror filled me as I took in the fire, swallowing everything in its path, making its way towards the babbling bundle. I rushed over to the dark wooden crib, attempting to gather the baby into my arms to save her from a terrible fate.

Awe swept over me momentarily as I took in her soft black curls gently bouncing atop of her head. Her smooth creamy skin, adorned with a few freckles. Pink glows rested lightly on her pronounced and delicate cheek bones. Full pouty red lips parted slightly in amusement. But what astounded me the most was her gorgeous deep violet eyes gazing up at me, as if seeing a loved one. Squeals and bubble s of happiness escaped her lips but were soon drowned out by the roar of the fire.

Snapping out of my hypnotic state, I reached down to pull the baby from her sanctuary, however failing to do so as she slipped through my fingers. I desperately tried to grasp her blanket between my fingers but failed relentlessly. I NEED to save her.

A man suddenly came running into the room. His small beady eyes framed by half-moon shaped glasses frantically search the room before landing on the crib. He gazed straight though me as if I wasn't there. He rushed up to the crib, walking straight through me as if I were only a ghost before picking up the small bundle, who began to softly wail once gazing at the man's face and stormed out of the room, safely avoiding the fire.

I rushed after him, desperate to see the safety of the infant. I followed him though a large dark house, descending stairs and trailing though corridors.

"Bella? Bella!"

A mother's worried voice cried throughout the house. Was she calling me? Torn between a search for the mother and following the man, I said a prayer for the mother and chased after the man. I found him leaving the house through an open door, flames surrounding the edges. Racing to catch up with him, I stopped once I found him out in the yard, circled by men dressed in black robes all pointing sticks at him.

"Give her back."

"She's too dangerous."

"She's a baby."

"You know what she will be like when she's older."

"That's not for you to decide."

"It's in my best..."

The man was cut off by a raging scream.

"GIVE ME BACK MY BABY!"

A woman with long black wild curly hair came running out of the house, a stick also pointed at the old man.

"She's not yours anymore."

Suddenly the man was gone, as if he was squeezed into a tube. The woman fell to her knees as one of the men in the circle rushed forward to be by her side.

"We will get her back."

Suddenly, more men appeared out of thin air, pointing sticks at the others. Bright lights flew out of them, knock some to the floor. The sky turned black as clouds descended over the scene. Smoking figures floated through the night sky; faceless. They descended to those on the ground and began pulling black mist from their bodies.

An older looking man, though not as old as the one who took the baby, stood tall over the mother, kicking her in the side slightly; she was out cold.

"Take them to Azkaban."

I slowly began to drift from the dream. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to help the mother and her baby. Why did the man kidnap her? What had the other people done? Who were they; WHAT were they?

I gradually came though from my dream, slowly opening my eyes to find myself back in my room in Forks. Everything came flooding back to me; he left me. They all did.

"Bells?"

Charlie poked his head around the door, smiling gently as he took a step inside and walking over to be bed, sitting down on the purple comforter.

"What time did you get in last night?"

"Huh?"

"I didn't hear you come home. There was a note saying that you went for a walk."

I sat there in a daze. How did I get home?

Lie Bella. Keep him safe...

"I'm not quite sure Dad; I was pretty tired and zoned out."

He smiled gently, his moustache touching the tip of his nose.

"Okay then kid."

He laughed ruffling my hair.

"You have any plans today, or are you wasting your hours with that boy?"

Hmm, that boy. Pain...

I choked back a sob before answering him.

"He dumped me."

To say Charlie looked stunned was an understatement.

"And his family all moved away."

His mouth dropped like a fish. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, not entirely sure what to do with his heartbroken daughter.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Just make sure no one bothers me for a while. I just want to sleep."

That was good enough for him. I would be out of the way so he wouldn't have to see me mop around.

"Okay then Bells, get some rest."

He kissed me on the forehead and quite quickly walked out the room, closing the door as quietly as possible. I snuggled back under the comforter to comfort myself; protect myself from the gaping pain in my chest. I closed my eyes willing myself into sleep to forget about the pain. I was soon granted my wish.

I was standing in the middle of a forest; lights flashing all around me. I had a fearful feeling that I was on a battle field. There were screams echoing all around me; screams of pure pain and fear. I ran through the woods, ducking and dodging the trees and lights flying all around me. I reached a small clearing where I was unfortunately just in time to see a women get hit by a green light by a rather round red headed women. The red head turned and wrapped her arms around a smaller, yet skinner version of herself before pulling her away into the forest.

I ran over to the women on the floor, to see if there was any way I could help her. As I neared, I noticed that I had seen her before.

It was the mother from my previous dream; the one who had lost her daughter of the old man with the funny glasses. She lay crookedly on the ground, hair spewed everywhere and stick just out of reach of her hand. Her dark violet eyes, fading fast to a black lifeless colour. She was gone; dead.

I turned and ran through the woods once more, arriving at the entrance of a gigantic castle. Treading carefully through the gates, I wondered the halls until I found myself stumbling into a great all. Four grand tables ran the length, while one ran the width at the far end. Thousands of candles floated above the tables, lighting the room; a dark cloudy sky above that creating a roofless look to the room. People of all shapes, sizes and ages filled the room cheering in glee. One boy around my age, with dark hair and glasses was gazing up at a picture of the old man I had seen taking the baby from my previous dream. He had a small smile on his face. Soon others turned to the picture, cheering before it, some even bowing.

These people are all follower of the kidnapper? What kind of people are they? What good have they done by killing? Nothing! They are evil, every last one of them.

I turned and ran from the hall, unable to watch their celebration while I watched a mother get murdered by the follower of her baby's kidnapper. My running soon became slower, as if I was running through treacle. It was like I couldn't get away. They wanted me to feel guilt over not helping the others. I should have helped them. Now it's too late; their all dead.

I shot up in bed, sweat pouring out of every surface on my body. A sickening feeling sat in the bottom of my stomach; I was barely able to run to the bathroom before I emptied the content of my stomach.

What a horrible dream.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth before climbing back into bed. I switched on some soothing music so relax my racing heart. Yet I could not shake the feeling that I should have done something to help the mother from my dream.

Slowly sinking into my subconscious; it was clear he was forgotten and the heart wrenching pain was soon replaced with an uneasy guilt. If only I could have found a way to save her; save them all.

I slept throughout the night without anymore dreams and awoke the next morning to a dark, dismal day; just like I was feeling. I paddled my way downstairs and into the kitchen for something to eat; a task that hasn't taken place for over a day and I was starving.

There was a note on the fridge from Charlie informing me of his fishing trip with Billy and that if I needed anything, to call Jacob. Of course he would want that. Pushing me onto his best friend's son now that I was once again along, but I didn't want anyone else.

Sighing, I grabbed a small breakfast bar from the cupboard and a glass of milk before traipsing up to my sanctuary once more. Once my breakfast was demolished, I sat down to read a book. I can't say what it was; I wasn't paying much attention. I was too focused on the tugging feeling deep inside me, telling me to go into the attic. I ignored it at first, slightly scared by the intensity of the feeling, but once it grew stronger, there was no way I could deny it.

I walked out onto the landing, just outside my room and pulled down the small rope that lowered the set of steps to climb into the attic. Most of our storage was in the basement; only important documents and belongings were held in the attic.

Making my way up the worn steps, I turned the light on whilst my body was half way through the opening in the ceiling. Hauling myself up, I crawled along the floor, only stopping when I came to the back and the nagging inside of me had finally stopped.

In front of me was a small black box made from dark wood. It had gold swirls and different patterns decorating it all the way around. The initials B.A.L were carved into the top of the box in a fancy font with stars and black inked butterfly surrounding it. I sat on the floor and pulled it into my lap. Flicking open the latch, I revealed the content. It was filled with documents which I assumed important and a small black piece of material.

Unfolding the delicate piece of material, I noticed something familiar about it. The smooth silky material was covered with green patterns and different sized gems that sparkled under the dim light of the attic. Flashes of the small baby from my dream flashed into my mind; it was the same blanket. Lifting the material to my nose, I took in the smell of smoke and burnt wood that clung to the fabric.

It wasn't a dream. It really happened. But why did Charlie have the blanket belonging to the baby. Folding it up, I placed it gently on the floor and turned back to the box. I pulled out a pile of the withering paper, yet it had a slightly different texture. The first few pieces I couldn't understand; it was as if it was written in a different language.

Flipping though a couple of pages, I noticed something that made my stomach drop. Charlie and my mother's names were written down on the paper along with some other information.

Charlie and Renee Swan have full adoption rights of Bellatrix Astoria LaStrange – Name now changed to Isabella Marie Swan.

I'm adopted. My parents aren't my own. They're not flesh and blood. I'm someone else's child; daughter. I could be a sister; an aunty; a niece.

Flicking through the rest of papers; nothing! There was nothing else that could give me information about my real family. I was about to put the papers back in the box when I noticed another piece of paper at the bottom of the box. Picking it up I realised it was a photograph. Turning it over I was shocked to see the man and woman from my dream holding the little baby in their arms, wrapped up in the blanket that was next to me. But what astounded me even more was that the picture was moving.

The mother was gently rocking the sleeping baby, placing a kiss on her forehead ever now and again. The father was smiling down at his sleeping child and his wife. They were all dressed in black like they were in the dream.

Had I seen this picture before? Is that why I've dreamt about them? Picking up the blanket and picture, I put the box away before crawling back though the attic and down the steps. I sat and waited in the living room for Charlie to come back from fishing, just staring at the blank screen on the TV as if in some hypnotic trance.

"Bells? You home?"

"Yeah dad, I'm in here."

I heard Charlie's boots stomp through the house, followed by another step of footsteps and the sound of a wheel turning. I thought I told him I didn't want to be bothered by company; especially Billy and Jake.

"What you been up to Bells?"

Charlie walking in and sat down in his usual seat while Jake wheeled Billy in and parked him next to the TV before sitting beside me on the loveseat, giving me a bright smile that I ignored.

"Well, I went into the attic today."

Charlie's head shot up, eyes wide in fear.

"Oh really? That's nice." He tired to act nonchalant, but it wasn't working.

"Yeah, I found some interesting things too."

Charlie just nodded, not wanting to ask the million dollar question. Silence filled the room, me staring directly at Charlie who was trying to avoid any eye contact. Billy and Jake sat in awkward silence, not wanting to disturb the tension in the room.

"Why didn't you tell me I was adopted?"

Charlie said nothing, looking at the floor, slightly panicked.

I stood up and crossed the room so I was right in his face.

"Charlie, who are these people?" I said while thrusting the picture in his face.

"I don't know." He whispered.

"You must know who they are! You have a picture of them in your attic!"

"Bells, I promise you, I honestly don't know who those people are."

His eyes pleaded for me to believe him so did my heart. But my instinct and gut feeling told me he was lying.

I grabbed the blanket off the loveseat and held it out to him.

"I've dreamt of those people in the picture. I've dreamt of the baby in this blanket. Why do you have one that matches the same description?"

The light faded from Charlie's eyes. I knew I wasn't going to get the answers I wanted.

"I can't answer that Bella. I don't know how you found that blanket, but it's not ours."

I didn't know what to feel. It felt as if Charlie was lying straight to my face. I grabbed the photo and blanket before running up the stairs and slamming my door. I didn't care if we have company, but really didn't feel like being with anyone from around here anymore.

I placed the items on my nightstand and threw myself onto my bed. Throwing the pillow over my head, I snuggled down, sighing in frustration. The weight of the day soon caught up with me and a wave of fatigue swept over me. I closed my eyes, images of the picture and blanket flashing behind my eyes. Crying out in frustration, I tossed and turned for a while until I found a position I was comfortable in. I fell into a blissful abyss...until the dreams started up.

I was staring up at a night sky, the stars twinkling above me. I felt the cool lush grass beneath my fingertips and it rise above me all around, the long stems swaying in the gentle breeze. I could hear nothing; not even the quite whispers of the wind that I would normally expect to hear.

Here I was at peace; here all my troubles were forgotten. I was safe.

A suddenly rustling noise beside me startled me but I was too relaxed to get scared. A few moments later, a long thick black snake slithered through the grass, stopping by my side.

"You have to save her."

Now snakes were talking to me...great!

"Save who?"

I was talking back to it...

"Save the baby."

"What baby?"

"The baby from the fire!"

It hissed at me, venom dripping from its teeth.

"But how? I couldn't hold her last time; I tried but I couldn't"

"You must try again! You must!"

"I'll try."

The snake dove forward and bit my in arm. I felt its fangs pierce my skin and dig deep into my hand.

"Argh!"

"You will do better than try. You must succeed; to save her mother."

Flashes of the plump red headed woman killing the mother swirled around my mind. I couldn't let it happen again.

"I will do it."

The snake hissed happily and I could see the hint of a smirk. He turned and slithered away through the grass once more.

I turned to look back up into the sky. The stars were slowly disappearing, leaving a clear night sky. If only I could stay here forever; all my cares seemed to melt away.

I closed my eyes, feeling the soft wind dance across my cheeks, caressing them like a long lost lover. Then it was gone. I slowly opened my eyes, finding myself back in my room in Forks once again.

I threw myself off the bed and shuffled into the bathroom, sleep still present in my eyes. I switched on the shower and stood in front of the mirror looking at my reflection. There was deep purple bruising under my eyes; even though I had been getting my fair share of sleep. It was now Friday – I had missed school yesterday and I knew that after my outburst, Charlie would expect me to go. Truth be told, I really needed to get out of the house, it taunted me with the fact that it wasn't my childhood home as I though.

Stepping into the shower, the scolding water pelted down on my back, burning the skin but I was too out of it to notice. I cleaned the dirt and grime away from my body making me feel much more refreshed. Yet it still felt as if I had the weight of the world on my shoulders.

I dried off and returned to my room to dress, throwing on simple jeans and t-shirt, pairing it with a baggy jumper and trainers. I threw my hair up into a messy bun and tramped down to the kitchen, grabbing a piece of bed before heading out to my truck. The drive to school was quite; the radio from my truck had gone. The greenery of Forks passed me in a blur until I pulling into the grey stone car park of Forks high.

I robotically made my way into school and on to my locker. Friend's tried to stop me, but I just walked past, feeling sick of my surroundings. Board of their pitiful lives with no meaning; they have no care in the world.

The day passed in a blur; I sat in lessons but not paying attention to what was being said. To me it seemed pointless; as if I had no right learning this stuff. Teachers called on me but I didn't answer; not even to the nudges from fellow students could rouse me from my thoughts.

The snake from my dream had me constantly questioning throughout the day. Why me? Why was I the one who had to save the baby? Was it because I really did have some connection to them, unlike what Charlie had told me the following day? How was I supposed to save her? Stop the old man from taking her; take her myself and give her to her mother? But they were all attacked by the people who arrived all of a sudden.

Maybe if I change one of the events of that evening, then the rest would also change. I was unsure whether I would get more than one chance or not. It was my dream; surely I would be able to have the dream again and again if my subconscious allowed me to.

Before I knew it, I was back outside walking to my truck. I drove home, slightly more aware of my surroundings, knowing I could get hurt driving without awareness of what was going on around me. Charlie's cruiser was gone when I pulled up onto the drive; that meant he was working nights. I would be alone tonight, just as I preferred as of lately.

I made myself some dinner; simple homemade burger and chips to keep my hands busy. Unfortunately I sliced my hand open with a butcher's knife. If he was still here, I would properly be dead by now. Maybe it was a good thing that he left me. If he had never left me; had actually loved me, I wouldn't have been given the chance to save the baby and her mother. I was no longer the helpless one; but the hero. But I still had a job to do before I could even think about calling myself a hero.

So desperate to fall asleep, yet not wanting to jinx myself, I stayed up watching a bit of reality TV. Pointless and a complete waste of my time but it passed the time. It was when I felt the pull in my stomach I rushed up the stairs, two at a time and hurried through my night time ritual.

I snuggled under the comforter, resting my head on the pillow. It really wasn't long until I had drifted off. It was almost as if the cosmos wanted me to fall asleep.

I appeared in the room once more, the crib centred in the room, fire swarming everywhere just as it was before. Not wasting any time, I ran to the crib finding the baby once more. I leant over the side reaching down to pick up the baby. Like before she slipped through my fingers.

Come on!

The baby stared wide-eyed up at me, wondering what the crazy girl was trying to do.

"Please baby, I need to help you. I have to keep you safe." I whispered, trying to push some of her curls out of her eyes.

The infant gazed at me with her big bright eyes, as if she was completely aware of everything around her. She then blinked, squinting her eyes slightly. The energy shifted in the room and I felt myself become wrapped up in some sort of security blanket. Feeling some sort of power, I reached down once more, sighing with relief as I felt the silky material against my fingers. Wasting no time, I pulled the little girl up and into my arms.

She felt so small and delicate in my arms. I was finally able to brush the hair from her eyes as a rather large grin graced her face; I couldn't help but smile back. Hearing heavy footsteps on the stairs alerted me to the fact the old man should be coming to get her soon.

"I will keep you safe."

I whispered kissing her gently on the forehead. Looking around the room, I noticed the dark corner behind a set of drawers. I rushed over to the corner, pushing the drawers out of the way and hiding behind them. There was a large thick blanket folded on the floor; tucking the baby under my arm, I threw the blanket over us before pulling the drawers back into place.

The footsteps came rushing into the room.

"Damn."

The footsteps hurriedly left the room, the door slamming behind him. I removed myself from the hiding place, keeping the baby close to me just in case. I rushed out of the room; my next aim to save the mother, change her fate also. I ran through the house looking for the way out, to the place where I was in my dream before. I ran through corridors until I heard a screaming noise from outside.

"GIVE ME BACK MY BABY!"

I followed the voice until I reached the door to the house. The other people with sticks had appeared by this time. Once again I watched them take down the mother and take her off along with the husband. I leant on the wall next to the door, hiding from everyone outside. I wasn't going to take my chances with not being seen; especially now I could hold the baby. I listened to all the people get taken away. A whooshing noise followed. Peering around the corner, they were all gone.

What was I going to do with the baby now?

Moments later, a dark mist overtook the hallway. A dark hooded figure was soon stood opposite from me, taking slowly cautious steps towards us.

"Give me the child."

I held the baby close to my body.

"Now."

"I was told to protect her."

"And that you have done young one. I am very please. But now I need you to give me the baby."

"How can I trust you?"

"You can't. But what does your instinct say?"

I listened to the voice deep down inside me.

"It says that it's the right thing to do."

The figure held out his hand and I placed the baby in his large hands. He turned to go but something inside of me stopped him.

"Wait! I was hoping you could give me some answers."

He turned once more, nodding slightly.

"Why was I chosen to do this?"

"I thought you would have figured this out by now."

I shook my head.

"You were asked to do this so time could rearrange itself; so you could grow up with your true family and avoid the pain you have been put through in your life."

"She's me?"

"Indeed."

That was all he said before he began to disappear in the black mist once more. The little girl was me. This is my family; my family home. I was going to grow up with my real family; never live in Forks; never meet the Cullen's; never feel the pain of heartbreak again.

Everything began to grow particularly dim. My hands began to feel as if they were empty. Looking down I saw that they were fading. Slowly the feeling began to spread up my arm, fading also. I was disappearing. All answers I had ever asked myself suddenly became answered. I had completed my goal in life; I had changed the course of time and now the future was being erased, making way for an alternate reality. I was suddenly happy; finally at peace for once in my life. I was going to my field; forever.

A/N: I really want to continue writing this; the next chapters going to be great so please rate and review (Y)

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