I wrote this on a whim. I'm a huge fan of Harry Potter and loved this type of crossover but I didn't feel like they had it how I imagined it, so I decided to write my own. Please read it and give me as much feedback as possible.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight.

Thanks,
~Meg

Chapter 1: Leaving
BPOV

"Bella, I don't want you to come with me."

He spoke the words slowly and precisely, his cold eyes on my face, watching as I absorbed what he was really saying.

"You… don't… want me?"

"No."

I shot awake screaming; grabbing a pillow to smother the noise. The same thoughts repeating over and over in my head…..He's gone.

I have felt a lot of pain in my lifetime but this was unbearable. There was a gaping, flaming hole in my chest where my heart should be. I could feel myself falling apart to the point where eventually there would be nothing left but my soulless body forced to live on.

Charlie didn't know what to do with me. I could hear him sometimes outside my door just standing there as if debating on whether or not to enter. Then I'd hear him sigh and the footsteps as he walked away, leaving me to try and put myself back together again. I could tell he was desperate for something to do. When I got up to go to school he would stare deep into my face and search for something before helplessness flickered across his face and I would move on.

Then yesterday he stormed into my room and grabbed the suitcase out of my closet and started to put things into it.

"That's it Bella, you can't stay here any longer. You have to go back. I already contacted your family and they know you're on your way. Isabella, I love you as if you were my own daughter but you have to move on. There is a job you have to do and there is an entire world counting on you. I'm sorry but you have to go."

I wanted to protest and shout and scream and yell that I couldn't leave. I couldn't forget it. But deep down I knew he was right. I had to go home, home to England. I had a prophesy to fulfill and it was about time I did so. So I just nodded my head and helped Charlie pack my stuff, both of us solemn as we worked.

This brings us back to today, I'm leaving. I'm going back to my friends and family.

But not the right family.

The hole rippled as I tried to avoid the thoughts of my lost family and I tried to focus on seeing my loved ones. I found relief in giving up the charade that I have been forced to portray for the past year.

My name is Isabella Potter and I am a witch in hiding.

I was adopted when I was a baby. No one knew who my parents really were. Lily and James Potter took me in as if I was their own. They had a son my age, Harry. He is my brother in every sense of the word besides blood. But then one fateful Halloween, my adoptive parents were killed by the most evil wizard in existence, Voldemort. He tried to kill Harry and I but it didn't work and Voldemort was almost destroyed. My brother and I both have a lightning bolt shaped scar as a reminder of this event. Harry's is on his forehead and mine is next my right eye, hidden by my bangs.

We were forced into living with our aunt and uncle the Dursley's, who were down right terrible to us. Then we got a letter informing us that we were to attend a school of magic, Hogwarts. From that year on, along with our best friends, Ron and Hermione, we had to face challenge after challenge including a basilisk, dementors, the Tri-wizard Tournament, an evil ministry, and Voldemort himself returning.

During our 5th year, Voldemort took a special interest in me and tried his very best to get to me to try and use me against Harry, but what he didn't know was that I am also a part of the prophecy. I am the one who will help the winner prevail. So our Headmaster Dumbledore and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix decided to send me into hiding where I was to pretend to be the daughter of a friend of Dumbledore's, Charlie.

They weren't apart of the plan.

I figured I should probably get out of bed. I walked down the stairs and saw Charlie sitting there at the table. I grabbed some toast and started to eat in silence. After a while, Charlie stood up and went over to the fireplace. He put my stuff into it and then turned to me.

"I'm going to miss you and if you ever need anything then don't hesitate to contact me."

"Thank you, Charlie. You were like the dad I never had. I'm sorry and I'm going to miss you too."

"You have nothing to worry about Bells, just get better, try to live a good life and good luck."

We shared a meek hug, neither of us able to be overly emotional. I took some of the floo powder I had stored away incase of an emergency. Then I grabbed my wand and then stepped inside of the fireplace, throwing the powder, shooting Charlie one last small smile and shouting, "The Burrow."

Well I have edited this chapter and updated a storyline so hopefully I'll get this story back up and running. It's been left on the back burner for too long in my opinion so let me know what you think.

Meg