AN: I have never seen anything like this. I believe it is an original idea, if you have seen it, by all means let me know, but I have never seen this kind of Twilight/ Harry Potter crossover. So of course it is another Draco Malfoy fan-fic, I hope this one will be a lot different than this one. I almost have part two finished, so I will try and put it up next week. I really want to keep on top of this, and I am going to try, but school takes up a lot of time, and frankly is my priority. Please tell me what you think, and as always enjoy.
-nessa
The story you will read is completely true, though you have never heard it. The Cullen Clan did not live in Alaska for the time they said they did, for many of those years they claimed residence in Alaska they were actually in jolly old England, which is where my story began. The one they did not tell you. They erased me. I made my choice, and so they forgot me. My name is Veronica Cullen and this is my story.
Thursday September 12, 1996
"Goodbye Esme, Carlisle." I hugged my mother and father goodbye right before I boarded the train.
"Goodbye Veronica" they hugged back. It was not a very emotional goodbye, don't get me wrong, I love Esme and Carlisle but they were not my parents, I was not one to wear my heart on my sleeve, the reason my "sister" Rosalie and I got along so well. "We will see you at Christmas."
I then turned to the two people I would miss most. I turned to the boy everyone in King's Cross Station was swooning over. I gave him a tight hug, and he returned it with a tighter one, "Goodbye Edward. I will see you at Christmas?"
"Of course. Where would I go?" He asked.
"Who knows you might actually find someone to love, like the rest of our family." I said looking at him, joking.
"Ha, Carlisle has turned two girls now, and neither has caught my eye. And you have no one either, maybe you will find someone."
"Oh your real funny, me fall in love. I don't think it's possible."
"I do." Edward, wasn't joking, I knew when he was joking, and now was not the time. "Besides, every boy in this station is positively in love with you. You're lucky I don't kill anymore, because I would like to kill every one of them for their thoughts."
"I can protect myself Edward. I can crush anyone of them with very little effort."
"And you remember that this school year." Edward moved aside, or was rather pushed aside by my best friend and sister, Rosalie.
Rosalie was gorgeous, and it was only when I was around her that men's eyes passed me by. I wrapped my arms around her and she returned the gesture. "I love you Roni, have a good year."
"I will, and I'll be home for break, it's not like I'm never coming home again."
"I know. It's just what am I going to do without my little sister for three whole months?"
I looked over to Rosalie's newly wed husband, "Oh I'm sure you will find some way to pass the time."
She shoved me. "You're terrible. Now leave, so that I can start missing you."
I laughed, I really was going to miss Rosalie. Being more serious, "I will write you every day. You know how to use the owl right?"
"Yes. You only showed me nine hundred seventy-two times." We heard a loud whistle it was the Hogwarts Express announcing its soon departure. I hurried off towards the scarlet locomotive, looking back only once to wave goodbye. I got on the Hogwarts Express, it was very different from the carriages we used at Beauxbatons. I found an empty compartment, and went in. I was scared about being a transfer student. While I had accompanied my school to Hogwarts in my fourth year for the Triwizard Tournament, I remembered it as being quite different. For the past five years I had been a student of Beauxbatons. I was slightly peeved, because I would have to be sorted with the incoming first years, transfer students weren't common at Hogwarts so I would probably be the only sixth year. Just while I was in mid-thought the door to my compartment slid open, to my shock and horror it was the one person I did not want to see. You guessed it, Harry Potter and his two best friends, Hermione and Ron. I really did not like them, I hated Potter because of what happened.
"Do you mind if we come in here, it is the only empty compartment we have found that is nearly empty?" Hermione asked. Right away I did not like her, she was completely rude, even though she was trying to be polite. The way she said it, it was like I didn't even exist.
I didn't say anything hoping they would go away but, instead they came in taking my silence for an invitation. Ron, Harry and Hermione all squeezed onto the same bench, it was like they were afraid I would bite.
Ron and Hermione tried to avoid me by looking at other things, but Harry continued to stare at me. "I'm sorry, but do I know you from somewhere?"
"I don't know, do you?" I asked back, hoping he would give up on it.
"I do, but how do I know you?" He asked.
"I don't know." I lied, I knew him quite well, and it was all his fault that my life had turned upside down.
"I know I know you. Where are you from? That accent sounds so familiar."
"France." I responded, I knew I just gave it away.
"Oh are you part Veela?" Hermione butted in, probably asking due to my fair skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, and natural beauty.
"Yes, my mother was half Veela."
"Why do you sound so sad?" Ron asked, genuinely curious, and practically drooling now that he got a good look at me.
"She's dead."
"Oh well I'm terribly sorry to hear that," Hermione said right as Harry figured out who I was, and said "Veronica."
"So you remembered my name, congratulations."
"What have you been up to? What happened? I was terribly sorry to hear about your family."
"No offense Harry, but I don't want to make small talk, you are the reason my family is dead. Don't talk to me this year and don't think we're going to be friends. My mother, my father and my sister are the ones who believed in the Order, in your cause, I never have." I grabbed my bag, and got up to leave the compartment, I refused to stay in there with them. I hated all of them.
I found another compartment that had three girls, one had her nose in a book and two were talking. I decided to ask if I could join them. I slid open the compartment door, "Do you, um, mind if I join you?"
"Not at all," the tall brunette one said. I came in and sat by the one who had her nose in a book, next to the window.
"Thank you," I replied.
"No problem. So what house are you in, I don't believe I've seen you before?"
"That's because you haven't. I'm new."
"Oh well, I'm Rachel, this is Emmie, and that one over there with her nose in the book, she is Alissa- smartest girl in our year, gives that nasty Hermione competition."
I giggled, "I'm Veronica. So I'm taking it you don't like Granger."
"Ugh, she has to be the biggest bitch at our school, and she is muggle-born. Thinks the world owes her something, she does." It was Emmie who said it.
"Ha, ha, she and her posse kicked me out of my compartment."
"Ugh, I can't stand that Potter either, he is so rude. I don't know why everyone thinks he is some kind of hero. " It was Emmie again, she really didn't like Potter.
"So what is your opinion on his best friend, Ron?" I pried.
Emmie said nothing, she kind of blushed, instead Alissa finally spoke, "Emmie likes Ronald Weasley."
"I do not."
"You do so," Rachel responded.
"It doesn't matter, he is a filthy blood traitor. And he has so much potential but he lets Potter and Granger hold him back. So what house do you want to get into Veronica?" Emmie asked, clearly changing the subject.
"I don't know. I have been told though, that Beauxbatons transfers either end up in Slytherin or Ravenclaw."
"Well that's perfect. You will end up with one of us either way. Emmie is in Slytherin, and Alissa and I are in Ravenclaw. Personally I hope you end up in Slytherin, Emmie could use a female friend in there to keep her out of trouble, she did something naughty with a few too many boys last year, if you know what I mean." Rachel said enthusiastically.
"Would you stop airing my dirty laundry? I am not as bad as she makes it sounds. I only caused a massive wand duel between ten boys, not that bad." Emmie defended herself.
"That was you. My best friend at Beauxbatons couldn't believe a Hogwarts girl could cause so many boys to go that crazy when we have full- blooded veelas, and can't even get five boys to duel." I said shocked.
"Well believe it. Our little Emmie knows how to get what she wants from boys. She's quite good at it." Rachel said.
I heard Alissa pipe up for the second time since I met her, "How else would she get high grades?"
"Are you implying that I sleep with our professors?" Emmie asked, sounding a little offended.
"Do you deny it?" Alissa asked. Fortunately for Emmie, before she had to incriminate herself the train lurched, we stopped, and arrived at Hogwarts.
"You can ride in our carriage up to the school, from there they will probably separate you to be sorted, but we will see each other later." Rachel said, as we deboarded the train. We were told to leave our bags, so I did so, and climbed aboard the carriage with my new friends. The ride up to the school was brief and sure enough as soon as we got to the school, I was rushed off with a bunch of little first years to be sorted. I was the only transfer student just as I predicted, but they called me up to be sorted first, and Dumbledore introduced me as my new friends cheered for me.
"Students, you may recognize our transfer student from Beauxbatons, as she was here two years ago for the Triwizard Tournament. I expect that you will welcome her with open arms and help her adjust to the new ways here at Hogwarts. So students please welcome me in inviting Veronica Cullen forward so that she may be sorted." I heard a few cheers, and noticed a lot of dirty looks from girls as I walked towards the stool. I sat on the stool, and Professor McGonagall placed the sorting hat on my head, and amazingly it began to contemplate out loud.
"I see you exceeding in two houses, but where to place you? You are extremely intelligent, Ravenclaw would suit you well, but there is something about you, something in your air, I say SLYTHERIN." I heard Emmie scream, and many boys stood up and cheered, however I saw all the girls in other houses breathe a sigh of relief and the girls in Slytherin shot me looks that could kill. I went over and joined Emmie.
"Finally a girl I can get along with." As she said this I noticed all of her eating companions were male, Rachel wasn't kidding about this one. After all the first years were sorted, a few were added to Slytherin, but not one was given the warm welcome I received, Dumbledore gave his speech and then the feast began. Magically a goblet appeared before me, my dinner. It was animal blood, I guess Carlisle informed the school that I was a vegetarian. No one really noticed or so I thought. I just sat there and enjoyed my dinner, I must admit it was not as good, it was old and cold. I preferred my blood fresh, and the kill made it the better. I cannot lie, I was nervous about returning to school after being turned, I had no idea how I was going to survive, but this looked like it was going to work. I slipped away before dinner was over, after I finished feeding. I wanted to learn this castle on my own, so I set off in attempt to find the Slytherin dormitory, I knew it was in the dungeons under the lake, so I started there. I felt as if I was being followed, and with my quick senses I turned around, and saw the ghost who had been trailing me. It was the Bloody Barron, he was generally quite disagreeable so I had heard, but I thought that I might as well try.
"Excuse me sir, would you mind helping me?"
He looked at me for a minute, and instead replied with a question. "You are different. What makes you so different?"
"That is my secret," I said quite defensively, "Are you going to help me or not?"
"You don't need my help, there is already someone here who can help you." He said and disappeared. Sure enough there was a beautiful, pale, blonde boy walking through a wall, who had turned back to look at the idiot, who had asked the Bloody Barron for help.
"So what is your secret?" he asked me.
"What secret?" I asked confusing him, and slipping by him in the mean time.
He whipped his head around, I had moved a little faster than most mortals, but not fast enough for him to pick up on it. "How…who are you?" He stuttered.
"Someone who isn't interested," I replied, following the signs through common room to the girls dormitory. I found my room, got changed and pretended to sleep, so that Emmie wouldn't ask questions.
