A/N: So, this will be my first multichapter fanfiction. I'm not gonna lie I have no idea where this story is gonna go but, I hope it will be one heck of a ride to the end. Constructive criticism is always welcomed. Don't forget to favorite and follow to stay up to date with the story. Stephanie Meyers owns all rights to the Twilight Saga. JK Rowling owns all rights to the Harry Potter series. I own nothing but my imagination.

Chapter One

(New Moon pg. 70) "You're not good for me, Bella." He turned his earlier words around, and so I had no argument.

I am good for him. He doesn't even know how good for him I am. I understand him better than anyone else could. I tried to tell him that but couldn't find the voice to say anything. What could I say to a 109-year-old vampire to make him stay? Did I even want him to stay? Of course, I did. I wanted him to stay because I had fallen irrevocably in love with him. I stared at him and could see that he was still talking, but I couldn't hear the words. He was leaving me.

(New Moon pg. 71) He smiled gently. "Don't worry. You're human – your memory is no more than a sieve. Time heals all wounds for your kind."

Time. Time can heal all wounds for some, but not all. Time can't heal my wounds because I would always remember. I wanted to speak and tell him who I really was and why I was there. To let him know that he didn't have to do this. But I couldn't find the words. Still couldn't find my voice. When did I become the character that I was supposed to portray, the meek clumsy daughter of Charlie and Renee Swan? What happened to the strong willed, vivacious witch I used to be? Why was I letting this happen? Why wouldn't I do something? Anything? It was like I was frozen, and I was just letting this happen to me.

I closed my eyes and willed this to all be a dream. That I was back home where I belonged. Not here in Forks getting my heart ripped from my chest from someone I thought genuinely loved me. Well I guess it wouldn't be the true me that he was in love with, just the idea I was to portray while in hiding. Hiding from the man who wanted me. Hiding from the man that tore my family apart.

(New Moon pg. 72) "My kind… we're very easily distracted. We won't bother you again." He leaned down and pressed his lips very lightly to my forehead for the briefest instant. My eyes closed. "Take care of yourself," he breathed, cool against my skin.

I squeezed my eyes tighter together trying to stop the tears from spreading down my cheeks. It didn't help. As soon as one fell, they all fell. I stood there as I let the flood gates open. "Please don't go. Please don't leave me," I pleaded in my mind, still unable to find my voice. I felt an unnatural breeze wash against my body. No. No. NO!

"Wait!" I shouted out loud finally finding my voice, but it was of no use. It was too late. He was gone. I opened my eyes and knew I was right. He was gone. I stood there in the middle of the forest staring in the direction that he had just retreated from. A wave of emotions rushed through me. Fear of being in the woods by myself; despair from just having my heart ripped from my chest; anger from said heartbreak and for Edward choosing the cowards way out; curiosity for the what if's that ran through my mind. What if I had done things differently? What if I had told them who I really was? What if I had shown them who I really was? Would it have made a difference? Who knows?

I dropped to my knees and screamed in despair letting the tears fall freely down my face. Why? How could he possibly expect me to forget the last six months of my life? How could I forget all the kisses? Touches? 'I love you's'? How could I forget the way his family treated me? How could I forget Esme with her loving and accepting nature; Carlisle with his leadership; Alice with her exuberant personality; Jasper for his caution and understanding ways; Emmett for being the comic relief everyone needed; Rosalie for wanting to love me, but hating my decisions; and Edward for making me love him with my whole heart? How could I ever forget the man that taught me things that I didn't even know about myself? He opened me up to so many possibilities and options in life that I didn't even know that I had. How could I ever forget the people that changed my life? But that's the thing. I would never forget. I would always remember every little detail of every memory just because of who I am.

I looked around at the lush green forest around me. The sky opened and it started to drizzle letting me know that it was going to start raining heavily soon. I looked up towards the sky and let the rain hit my face, mixing with my tears. Washing them away. The ground got darker and the grass got more vibrant as the rain came down more. There was no road or house in sight. I was completely alone in the woods. I could feel panic starting to set in. No! Not here. Not like this. I was a witch dammit and a good one. I would not let a mere boy affect. I wouldn't let his actions dictate what I did and how I felt.

But that's the thing he did affect me in some way. He did dictate how I felt and what I was feeling. Knowing this made me angry. Knowing that I let him get to me made me furious. Instead of letting the sorrow and despair take over my thoughts I pushed them down and let the anger take control. I felt it was better to be angry than to let the sadness consume me into nothing. I'm not good enough for him? He's entitled to that opinion. I was just a distraction for his lonely existence. Okay, he was entitled to say that too, but what about my thoughts and opinions? He's not good enough for me if he can't stick around when the going gets tough. He was just a distraction for me from this unbelievable lie that I had to tell everyone. I chanted that in my head to trying to make the words believable to me. I am not going to shed anymore tears over him. He does not deserve my sorrow. Hell, he doesn't deserve my wrath. He deserves nothing from me, just like I should have never hoped for anything from him. He had said that I would never see him again and it would be like he was never here. In the physical form, yes. In my memories, no.

I got up off the forest floor dusting my jeans off in the process and started to walk back down the path from which I had just came from moments ago. While walking and thinking about when I was able to go back to London, I heard a twig snap and vicious growling and howling in the distance. I pulled my wand out of the secret compartment of my rain boots, turned around and pointed it ready to Stupefy my attacker. Recognizing exactly who it was, I lower my wand with a sigh of relief. Professor Albus Dumbledore stood in front of me with a small smile, and a twinkle in his eyes looking over his half- rimmed glasses down at me. His silvery hair was always nicely kept and the blue robes he always wore seemed greatly familiar.

"Professor, you startled me," I chuckled nervously.

"Well, hello to you too Isabella. I do suppose that I shouldn't have snuck up on you. That was very rude of me. Please forgive me," he said with the kindest voice that I had grown fond of hearing. Dumbledore's voice was controlled and pleasant with a slight croak.

"Oh, no it's me who should be apologizing to you. I should have been paying more attention for the pop of someone apparating." I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts and focus on getting back to the house safely. I started walking again, leading us both back out to the open field near Charlie and Renee's house.

"Ah, yes that would be helpful too, but how many wizards and witches have you come across that you would need to be on high alert? Not many I would assume." He said with a chuckle. "How was your stay with your aunt and uncle? Are you ready to return to Hogwarts? Are you ready to see your father again? Are you ready to return to London?"

"Slow down Professor. You're asking so many answers from me at once," I interrupted. "My stay here in Forks has been nice and all, but I think that I'm ready to see the towering buildings of home. I am very ready to start my last term at Hogwarts. I'm really going to miss the place when I graduate. Especially having spent so many years away. I can't wait to see my father. How is Sirius by the way?" I asked as we were walking towards Charlie and Renee's house.

"He is doing very well but will be doing even better to know that his daughter is coming home. Just out of curiosity, why did you decide to go with brown everything? I would have thought you would have chosen blonde hair and kept you mother's eye." Dumbledore was always a curious man. He was also looked up to by many famous witches and wizards all over the world, but to me he was so much more. I didn't think of him as my headmaster; I thought of him as another, incredibly old, great grandfather that I loved oh so much.

"It was easier to make myself look like Charlie and Renee so that people would believe I was their daughter. That was the whole point of me being here in the first place. I do think I'm gonna keep my appearance like this though. I've become accustomed of not being the center of attention," I replied mischievously. He shook his head at me and chuckled as we were walking up the driveway of the house.

"Bella, I think you will always be the center of attention no matter where you are or what you look like. Well, I think that it's time for you to go and say all your goodbyes and pack your belongings so that we can get back to Grimmuald Place. I will see you at that funky little store that you work at." And with a pop he was gone again. As I looked around the front yard, I could see that it had gotten considerably dark outside. How long was I out there for? Charlie and Renee were probably worried sick about me. I walked through the door getting ready to feel their wrath.

"Isabella! Where in the hell have you been!?" Charlie shouted in a rage, his face turning a deadly purple and a vain starting to pulsate on his head. "And what kind of bullshit note is this?"

"What? What note?" I didn't leave a note for Charlie. I didn't even get to go into the house to put my stuff down before Edward dragged me into the woods to 'talk'. I took the note from his outstretched hand and read it out loud.

Dear Charlie and Renee,

I went for a walk with Edward in the woods. I should be back before dark. Dinner is in the fridge.

Love,

Bella

"That's not mine. I didn't write that," I said calmly. Of course, he thought of everything. I wonder if he left the not before or after he dumped me and left me in the forest. "Why would I write a note when I could just text you that I was going for a walk."

"Don't get smart with me young lady," Charlie growled glaring.

"Look Charlie, I'm not trying to get smart with you. I'm just stating facts. I'm not in the mood to argue with you," I said defeated. I was so drained and tired. I didn't have it in me to fight. What would be the point?

"Bella, sweetheart are you okay?" Renee asked with concern.

"No Renee, I'm not okay. I just got dumped by my boyfriend in the middle of the forest. I was told that I wasn't good enough. That I didn't matter. That I was just a distraction. I got scared half to death by Professor Dumbledore because I couldn't concentrate enough to keep my senses on alert. I heard some crazy animal sounds. I'm wet from the rain. I'm angry. I'm sad. I'm happy. And I'm ready to go home, so if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go pack," I rambled on as I stomped up the stairs to my room.

I slammed the door shut and leaned against it closing my eyes to reign in the emotions I was feeling. I took a couple of deep breaths to slow down my pounding heart. This is not how I want to leave things with them. I will not leave on a bad note. I opened my eyes and looked around my room that I had called mine for the last six months trying to memorize everything about it.

The purple sheets and bedspread on top of the full-size mattress that Edward use to hold me while I slept every night. The rocking chair that used to belong to Grandma Swan. The full-length mirror that sat in the corner of the room that I almost never used. The wooden desk across from the bed that I used to do my homework. The closet full of clothes that I would never have to wear again. The bookshelf by the door full of books that I hardly read.

I was going to miss this room. It held a lot of memories for me. Good and bad. As much as I was going to miss it, I was also happy to be leaving it. I wouldn't have to look at every corner and see a memory of the boy that broke my heart or the girl I thought was my friend. As I thought these things, I changed out of my wet clothes into something that I would have worn back home. I put on tight low rise dark blue jeans, a dark blue snug v neck sweater, black knee-high boots with a slight heel. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and pulled a couple of tendrils out to frame my face. I applied a light amount of make up and stared at myself in the mirror. I could almost recognize the girl that I used to be. I almost felt like myself.

I walked towards the bed and dug underneath looking for my duffle bag. I cast an extension charm on it so that I wouldn't have to pack as much to take with me. I started to throw everything into the bag. My clothes that I wanted to take with me, my books, anything I could think of. Deep in the closet I found a box that was for the radio that was to be installed in my truck. I opened the box and found it was empty. Wow. He even took the presents from my birthday party.

I walked out of the room and into the bathroom to get my toiletries. As I was walking out, I ran into Renee. Her brown hair was a complete mess in her ponytail; her big hazel eyes were rimmed red with tears. Her nose was red from constant blowing; her cheeks flushed red and stained with tears.

"When are you leaving?" she cried.

I looked at my phone to see what time is was. "About an hour. I have to meet Dumbledore at Newtons."

"Do you need a ride? We could give you one, so you won't have to worry about the car. We wouldn't mind really. Plus, we would really like to see Albus again," she sputtered as she tried not to cry. I went up to her and wrapped my arms around her. I knew this was hard for them just as it was for me. They had taken care of me for the last four years. They had done so much for me in helping to make sure that I was safe and not exposed. I owed them everything.

"I would love for you to see me off. How he knew that I worked there, I will never know." I really didn't think that they would want to see me off since I had been basically ignoring them the last couple of months. I couldn't help how I had been acting and was glad that I could go back to how the things were. Or so I though.

I finished backing my things with Renee's help. We lightly talked about things that would change and what her and Charlie were gonna do once I was gone. How they were gonna explain what had happened to me.

"Why don't I just tell people I got accepted to school in London?" I asked. "That way it's somewhat of the truth but not the whole truth. I'll send letters to the house for them and you guys and mail them to everyone else."

"That sounds like a plan Bella," she sighed. She looked at me from her spot on my bed. "I'm really gonna miss you. I know that it was just temporary, but it was nice to pretend that you were my daughter. My brother and sister in law were very lucking to have such an exceptional daughter like you. I can only hope that we end up with the same," she cried.

I rushed over to hug her tight. "No, it's me that was lucky to have you and Charlie risk your lives to take me in and keep me safe. We are forever in your debt," I cried with her. We broke apart at the sound of a knock on the door frame. I looked up to see Charlie leaning against it with his eyes glazed with tears I know that he would never shed. Stubborn old man.

"Are you ladies just about ready?" he asked.

I looked back at Renee and nodded. "Yup. Let's get going so that I can go home."

On the drive to the outfitters, I texted everyone, except the Cullen's, that I had been accepted to school in London just like Renee and I had talked about. I told them that I would write as much as I could to try and stay in touch. Saying my goodbyes to everyone that reminded me of the Cullen's and Forks High was the hardest thing to do. I knew that it would be a while before I would see them again if I ever saw them again at all. When I heard the car come to a stop I got out, pulled my black leather jacket on over my sweater and stepped out into the cool evening air. I took a deep breath trying to calm my nerves before making my way to the front door.

As a stepped through the bell signaling a customer entering sounded off in the background. I looked around and saw Mike Newton standing behind the register finishing up a transaction. "Hey Bella, what brings you here on your day off?" questioned Mike Newton, son of the owner of Newton's Olympic Outfitters. Mike was the typical high school American hottie standing at five foot eleven inches with blonde hair that was spiked and crystal blue eyes. He was wearing his work uniform that consisted of a burnt orange polo shirt that said Newton's Outfitters and Mike Newton in dark blue, tan khakis and tennis shoes. He was a real cocky son of a bitch that couldn't take a hit or take no for an answer. He felt entitled to get anything he wanted. He had been relentless in trying to get me to go on a date with him. "You look nice. Got a hot date or did you get all dressed up to come see me?" I rolled my eyes at his question. He had to be kidding. If I hadn't fallen victim to his advances in the past, what made him think that I would fall for it now.

"Hey Mike, I just came to say that…I quiet. I got accepted to a school in London," I announced. He was frozen with shock for a few minutes before a real reaction came out of him.

"You're quitting?" he asked in disbelief. "You can't quit. My mom and dad love you. They say you're basically the only one that really works here. I love you!" He stated. I stared at him like he was crazy for a total of thirty seconds before I burst into quaffs of laughter. As I kept laughing, I heard the store bell ring above the door meaning that someone had entered. My laughs turned to chuckles after a couple of minutes. "What can I do to change your mind and make you stay?"

"That's sweet Mike, but I know that you don't love me. There's nothing you can say or do to make me change my mind. I'm happy to be leaving. I won't have to deal with your unwanted advances anymore," I stated. I know that I was being harsh, but that was life, and this is how I really am. I told it like it was and didn't care if I offended you or not. Isabella Marie Swan was just a character that I took the roll of. "Why don't you ask Jessica out. I know that she likes you and has wanting to get with you for years."

"Excuse me, but if you are don't mind, I would like to pay for my things," complained a man in his mid-forties. I stepped aside to let the man pay.

"Well since you're not working here anymore how about that date?" he smirked.

"Oh my God it's like words go in one ear and out the other. We will never be together. So, stop following me around like some lost puppy and go out with Jessica already. Everyone knows that she has a thing for you, and you won't even give the time of day or side wards glance. I'm sorry that I'm being a bitch, but obviously nice wasn't cutting it anymore." I ground out.

"You came from London. I thought that you came from Phoenix?" he asked in disbelief.

"Mike there is a lot of things that you don't know about me, and you probably never will. Tell everyone else that I love them, and I will write to them soon. Oh, and if they see an owl with a letter take it," I rushed as I headed out of the door for the last time.

It felt good to tell Mike all the things that I had been holding in for the last year and a half. Just because I had to act all shy didn't mean I couldn't put people in their place occasionally. When the door closed behind me, I heard the most horrific blubbering noise in my life. I turned to see that it was Aunt Renee bawling on Uncle Charlie's shoulder. He looked as if he was going to burst into tears at any moment. Seeing the raw emotion that she was emitting reminded me of my mother.

Michelle Black was such a beautiful woman. Not just physically either. She had such a giving nature. She was so kind and understanding. I closed my eyes and could swear I saw her standing right in front of me, looking like she hasn't aged a day in her life since that terrible night.

Her black curly hair blowing in the wind. Some strands of hair coming across her face almost blocking her piercing green eyes. Her heart shaped face slightly tanned from always traveling. Her full lips curled into a smile looking back at me. I could feel tears starting to come to my eyes. I could remember that fateful day that she was taken from me like it was yesterday.

Ten Years Ago

"BELLA? BELLA! Oh my god, there you are. Bella, sweetie, I need you to go find your daddy and tell him that we have some company. Okay?" my mom, Michelle Black, asked. My mom sounded so upset, so worried, so concerned about something. The look in her eyes told me that if I didn't do as she had told me, something bad, awfully bad was going to happen. I hugged my mom one more time before I went running around the mansion looking for my father.

"Daddy, Daddy? Daddy, where are you? Mommy is looking for you. Something isn't right," I started to ramble. I then felt someone grab me from behind and cover my mouth to stop me from screaming. The mystery person turned me around and the tears I had been holding in started streaming down my face.

"Bella, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" my father asked.

"I think that Mommy is in trouble. She was yelling for me and said that I should find you and tell you that we have company, but when she said it her eyes told me something totally different. They told me that something was wrong and that you need to go and see what is happening and that I should go hide in my hiding spot," I sobbed. I knew that I was wasting time just sitting there rambling, but I had to get it all out before I could let him go. My father's arms slumped to his side as he made a full sprint down the stairs.

As soon as I couldn't see the top of his head anymore, I ran into my room and into my closet shutting the door on the way. I know that that doesn't seem bright, but magic sure can come in handy. I said the small incantation and a trap door appeared on the floor. I got into the small space with our house elf, Kreacher, closed and locked the door. I rocked myself back in forth to keep myself calm. Kreacher tried to get me to talk to him, but soon found out that I would not be okay until I was in my parents' arms, around the fire playing with the dogs, Ingrid and Perris. They were my Olde English Bulldogs.

"Crucio!" I heard a man yell. I couldn't recognize the voice, so it must have been the 'company' that my mom was talking about. The sounds of my mom's tortured screams terrified me.

"We swear! We don't know where she is! We haven't seen her in months!" my mom pleaded. Were they talking about me? Why wouldn't they tell them that I was here? Maybe I could help.

"Then you leave me no choice. If I can't have her then I will take you," the mystery man stated. Just hearing the man's voice made me cower away; it didn't sound of sweet candy like my mother's or feel like our springtime meadow like my father's. His felt cold and harmful, like if I even looked at him, I would end up severely hurt or worse…dead. I then remembered that he said that he would take someone. Who was he taking? My mother? My father? WHO? Another round of screams happened again only these weren't as tortured. Shrieks for my father could be heard from my mother, and I could hear my father shout 'no's' repeatedly.

"Wait no! No, NO! Sirius take care of our daughter. Tell her that I love her so much and that I'm sorry that I couldn't be there for all of her firsts," my mom's voice faded out. There were more sounds of struggle and more screams. Then the sound of a bang made me squeak and jump, hitting my head on the trap door. All the feeling that I had been holding in started to flow freely. My quiet whimpers turned into normal cries. Then my normal cries turned into loud sobs.

There was a loud pounding over my head that made me jump. I knew right then that someone had fallen into the cures of my closet; after hearing a string of profanities, that someone said the counter curse and unlocked the trap door. Next thing I know is that I am staring into the grave face of my father who was surprisingly once smiling earlier that day. That happiness that was once in his eyes was place with red sadness and determination. His face was stained with tears like mine.

"Bella, are you alright? Did anyone find you? Of course, no one found you. If anyone had found you, you would not be here right now," by now he had started rambling to himself. "Bella, I need you to pack everything that you can into one suitcase and one box. Everything else will have to be left behind in the fire. I will tell you what is going on when we leave in two hours okay muffin top," mumbled my father. The minute he pulled me up and started to leave my room to pack, I asked him the one question that I knew somewhere deep down would break him up inside.

"Daddy, where is my mommy?"

As I walked up to them, I tried to make all the emotions that were coming to the forefront go away. I could feel the tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. All the affection that was happening was making me miss my mother even more than ever before.

"Bella are you ready to go or do you need to go say some more goodbyes?" Dumbledore's kind voice asked. I got some tissues out and blotted my eyes, patted my cheeks trying to regain my composure. I turned and looked at him with a small smile on my face.

"Yeah, I'm ready to go. Bye Uncle Charlie. Bye Aunt Renee. I will write to you as soon as I can, and don't forget that I love you both so much," I said as I hugged them. As I went to take Dumbledore's hand so that we could apparate to my house back in London, I looked at them one last time with a smile. And with that Dumbledore and I were gone with a pop.