Well here goes guys! This is my first fic so please bear with me! I know this story has probably been done before (what hasn't with all the fics there are ou there!) but hopefully I will manage to make this completely my own and do my idea justice! Please R&R and let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: Do I own Harry Potter and/or Twilight? Not in this universe!

Chapter One

The air was getting chilly again as it always did at this time of year in England. A dog barked from a nearby yard and wind chimes tinked softly, their gentle music floating to the ears of all those present with each new breeze. In the fading light outside of a tall, crooked, haphazardly built house five good friends said their teary goodbyes.

"Damn it Bella, I hate that you have to go like this, it's just bloody insane!" the ginger boy said, runny his fingers through his hair. He was the first one to voice the sentiment, and the only one to do so with such vulgarity, but they all agreed with them and soon Harry Hermione and Ginny were voicing their displeasure as well.

It was odd that they had all grown so close to this newcomer so quickly, having barely even noticed her presence during the Tri-Wizard Tournament it wasn't until she transferred to Hogwarts the next year that they got to know her, and they still had a hard time believing that such an awesome, down-to-earth girl could be a Malfoy, and Draco's twin no less!

Ariabella Malfoy had been sent to Beauxbatons in France when she was eleven in hopes that they could "drill some sophistication" into her young, rebellious mind and she and her brother who had been very close at the time were devastated. She had continued to rebel against the strict confines of decorum she was forced to endure in France but it wasn't until the return of Voldemort that she had been allowed to return. Of course, it was to everyone's surprise (including her own) that she was sorted into Gryffindor and found herself completely shunned by her disgusted family, though she swore she could still see a shadow of affection and pity in her brother's eyes, and his was the only opinion she had ever cared about.

Now she found herself among the most unlikely of friends, and thanks to her involvement at the department of mysteries she was forced to leave. It had been she who managed to get her aunt locked away after a swift stunner upon seeing her take aim at Harry's godfather, Sirius (her favorite uncle whom she had just met that Easter) it was she that had turned her back on her blood and the traditions long upheld by her family, and now she was almost as much of a target as Harry himself, but she was much easier to get to.

"You heard what Dumbledore said, I have to go, it will only be for a short time anyway. You know if I could stay I would! Please, no tears, it should be me who's crying! Look at you guys! I'll be all holed up safe and sound in nowheresville across the pond bored out of my mind and living amongst muggles completely banned from any use of magic while here you'll stay, going to Hogwarts and fighting Voldemort! This is so bloody frustrating!"

"Awe Bells, we'll miss you too," Ginny replied sincerely, completely ruining what was apparently supposed to be a joke as she ran at her best friend and pulled her into a hug. She had always felt slightly left out of the trio, never truly having a best friend of her own until Ariabella transferred.

"Uh huh, sure," she replied, trying to return her friends failed attempt at humor and lighten the mood but in truth she only succeeded in clogging her throat with tears.

"I'm going to miss you so much," Hermione said, joining the hug as tears ran down her face and soon the three girls were a blubbering mess as they held onto each other and the boys walked over to awkwardly join the group hug, pushing back tears in an attempt to maintain their 'manliness.'

"We're going to miss you too Bells," Harry said, hugging the girl who had most recently managed to make her way into their lives and extend even more his family of close friends. He really liked her, as much as one could while still bearing a completely platonic affection for another, and he felt like it was his fault she was forced into hiding. They should have never gone to the Ministry.

"Bella dear, it's almost time to go," Sirius called from the doorway, now a free man thanks to his participation at the ministry and the capture of Peter Pettigrew soon there after. He was Harry's adoptive father now, and hers too now that her family had officially disowned her. Sometimes she felt he was the only one who truly understood what she was going through and they had grown very close over the summer; he hated that she had to go as much as her four best friends who were just stating to reluctantly release her.

When she crossed the lawn and reached the back door he held out his right hand which grasped a delicate cross necklace, an old black family heirloom that he had given to her for her birthday via owl in April. There were tears in his eyes as he pulled her close, hugging her to him as tightly as possible Before reluctantly releasing her just as the necklace began to glow orange. She put it around her neck, grabbed her duffel, and with a weak, sad smile she was pulled away by her navel from everything she knew and loved and deposited on the front porch of a dilapidated two story white house in the middle of rainy Forks, Washington millions of miles away from where she desperately wanted to be.

Inside the house a light was on and she could hear the murmur of a muggle telema-thingy on in the living room as she knocked timidly on the door. The man who answered it was in his early forties who smelled slightly of beer and fish; a squib by the name of Charlie and a good friend of Remus.

"Bella? One second while I unlatch the door," he said in way of greeting as he slid the chain lock out of place so he could open the door fully to permit her entrance. "Sorry this place is a bit of a mess, but, well, I'm not used to company so just do whatever you need to do to make yourself comfortable. Your room is upstairs and Sirius already sent me some cash for whatever you may need to buy, you can find that in your desk drawer," he mumbled before making his way back over to the couch. She liked him already, he didn't try and talk to her just for the sake of talking for which she was grateful and instead he left her alone to her thoughts. She already felt so alone.

She had spent all summer with Hermione in muggle London and at her house in order to receive a crash course on everything "muggle" as that was to be her cover while she stayed in this small muggle town out in the middle of nowhere where it rained even more than in England. It was because of this "training" that she easily managed to recognize the appliances as she vaguely remembered their purpose. Up in her room she noticed it was completely bare, as per her request. If she was going to pose as a muggle she at least wanted to be provided with one room in which she could seek some sort of solace, even if she did have to place a freezing charm on the photos of her friends.

First things first she released Nimbus, her furry white feline familiar from his carrier so he could get situated. From her bottomless duffel she began to pull everything she would need to create her paradise. First came the crimson silk sheets and comforter that were soon followed by an array of crimson, gold, and black pillows that she quickly arranged on her queen-sized bed and then she pulled out her multitude of different paints she had bought which she decided to put off until morning, instead grabbing a pair of purple pajama shorts and a black tank top before walking to her shared bathroom to shower, change, and brush her teeth.

The shower was small, but the water was hot, and she welcomed the scalding spray to take her mind away from her whirling thoughts so she could instead focus on the slow ritual of shampooing her hair with her favorite strawberry scented shampoo and thoroughly scrubbing her skin as if she could somehow was away her new surroundings and she would be home again. Thought's of her friends plagued her. She could still feel Sirius' arms around her as he gripped her in a fatherly embrace and hear the desperation in Ginny's farewell. She had never had friends until she started Hogwarts just a year ago and to have them torn away so soon after discovering how wonderful it felt to be needed left a gaping hole in her chest where her heart should have been. It was no longer just the water from the shower that wetted her cheeks, for she was crying. Again. She felt pathetic.

Violently shutting off the water she reached for the soft white towel she had remembered to bring and toweled herself dry, taking extra care with her hair before she looked at herself in the mirror. She was going to need to completely disguise herself, and that included a change in appearance. She smiled for the first time that night; she loved being a metamorphous, a fact she had hidden from everyone except her friends, Sirius, Tonks, Remus, and Draco. Not even her parents knew because she used to use it all the time to create mischief, and she knew that Draco still loved her. They had been inseparable as children and she somehow instinctively knew he would never divulge her secret to them, especially now that she was in danger. She may not always agree with his morals, but they were twins, two parts of a whole, and he would always have a special place in her heart. She could only hope that one day he would come around and stop being the prick he always was in public when he knew the real him.

Turning back to the mirror she took in her appearance. Unlike Tonks she had never felt the need to flaunt her ability, preferring not to change her hair into outrageous colors, and there was very little of her appearance that she ever toyed with without reason. She currently looked just like a Malfoy should. Long platinum blond hair fell in ringlets about her pale face as ice-blue eyes stared back out from heavily lashed lids. She had very sharp, aristocratic features and was quite tall for a girl, standing at 5'11". That was the first thing she fixed, focusing inward as she managed to shrink herself down by seven inches until she stood at a respectable 5'4". She changed her hair color to a rich mahogany but left the ringlets, shortening it only slightly, and then proceeded to change her eye color to a deep, chocolate brown. She softened her features slightly and made her nose smaller and more delicate, her jaw less refined, while at the same time making her cheek bones slightly more pronounced.

She looked at herself again, pleased with her new face, and then left her skin the same pale shade; she liked the way it contrasted with her now dark features, before pulling on her night clothes and proceeding to brush her teeth. That was the only magic she would be allowed to do for the extent of her stay in hiding because if she ever dared to use her wand she would be immediately tracked down by the ministry and exposed, placing her back in danger.

In her still barren room she collapsed, exhausted onto the bed as her body fiercely protested the time change and she fell immediately into a deep sleep. The sun was just starting to make even a minimal difference in the lighting when she woke up and glanced at her alarm clock. 7:30 and her alarm was already going off. Great. She already hated herself for her decision to force her body to start the ardorous process of time acclimation early so that she wouldn't be constantly fatigued when she started school in two days.

She forced herself out of bed and proceeded sleepily downstairs, tea leaves in hand. She loved tea beyond anyone she had ever met's ability to comprehend. It was WAY beyond an addiction and bordering on some type of obsessive disorder that seemed to affect her and her only, and she was NOT willing to trust Charlie's taste in tea, instead bringing her own, a jar that was charmed to create an endless supply of her one true love. She felt slightly awkward in her new body as she proceeded to make the liquid that would make up her breakfast before walking over to the kitchen table where she saw a small note.

Got called into the station early. Eggs are in the fridge!

-Charlie

She shuddered; eggs! She HATED eggs! That was a fact that Ginny seemed to find bordering on blasphemous but it was true. Oh well, he was just trying to be nice, he didn't know. Besides, she was never really a breakfast person; she rarely had anything more than her usual pot of tea. And yes, she would quite literally drink the whole pot!

After her ritualistic pot of tea she changed into some grunge clothes consisting of a holy t-shirt and a pair of ripped blue jeans that she had ruined while playing quidditch at the burrow. As per Dumbledore's request she had taken to wearing muggle clothes all summer so she could get used to them and she had to admit that she rather liked them and had gone just a tad bit overboard while shopping with Hermione and Ginny, but they had so much fun it would have been hard not to.

Once changed she quickly got started painting her walls a rich gold and her furniture black with gold designs that she artfully crafted as she went. The molding and ceiling were next an she soon transformed them into a rich crimson to match her bed and once the fast drying wizards paint was how she wanted it she hung her drapes and rolled out the small rug that would protect her bare feet from the cold hardwood floors. So maybe it was a bit over the top (okay a LOT over the top) but it was the closest she would get to being back in Gryffindor with her friends and part of her own silent rebellion. All throughout her room she placed pictures that had been stilled before she left of herself and her friends, herself and serious, and one of herself and Draco right before she left for France, all had been similarly charmed so that the girl in the pictures resembled whatever she chose to look like, a precaution implemented by Tonks; oh how she loved that woman!

She spent the better part of the day fixing up her room, Nimbus avoiding her completely indignant over being forced into a carrier. She had not been allowed to take her owl, Xadiran, out of fear it would give her away and she found herself missing the little devil; he really was a good bird. She hated the lack of magic in her life she was now forced to deal with and already she was dreading Thursday, the last Thursday of August and the beginning of her own personal hell; muggle school.

So there it is! Tell me what you think! Should I continue?