Disclaimer: However much I wish I would, I don't own Twilight or Harry Potter I'm a hobo

A/N: Bella is 15 not 18 years old

"Take care of yourself," he breathed, cool against my skin.

There was a light, unnatural breeze. My eyes flashed open. The leaves on a small vine maple shuddered with the gentle wind of his passage.

He was gone.

I walked and walked. Time made no sense as I pushed slowly through the thick undergrowth.

Finally, I tripped over something- it was black now. I had no idea what caught my foot- and I stayed down. I rolled onto my side, so that I could breathe, and curled up on the wet bracken.

I fell in and out of sleep. My dreams were bizarre, they haunted me constantly. Pictures of Edward smiling at me, then leaving me- smiling, leaving. What was I missing out?

Minutes became hours and hours felt like days. Finally I heard a sound apart from the patter of rain on the cover of leaves in the forest.

"Bella."

My mind froze. Edward?

"Bella. Are you hurt?" I opened my tired eyes to see the ones of Jacob Black right in front of me. Of course it wasn't Edward, he left... me. I felt nothingness seep into me.

"Oh god, Bella you look terrible." I felt his muscular, oddly warm arms around me. And then he was running.

"I found her." He called out to someone in the distance I couldn't see. All at once we were surrounded.

"Bella!"

"What happened?"

"Honey, please open your eyes."

"Are you sick?"

Yes, yes I am, but it's not an illness you can cure. I didn't say that though.

"Guys, GUYS! You can see Bella is almost walking dead, let's get her to bed and talk to her in the morning." Jake reasoned with them. I heard mumbles of agreement and almost immediately I was transported to my bed.

A couple of months later (August)...

It will be as if I never existed...

Well, at least he was thorough.

Edward had gone and taken everything with him from pictures I didn't even know I had to the faint scent of him on my shirt.

For months I had gone into a coma- like slumber, only waking up for necessities. At school I sat on my own table. Occasionally Angela sits with me and attempts to converse, but I answer in one syllable answer. I know I'm being mean, and I hate it, but I can't stop.

I walk down the stairs grudgingly, prepared to face breakfast. I clumsily poured some cereal into a bowl and was about to grab some milk when Charlie held out a thin envelope to me.

"Mail" he grunted. Ouch! I'm guessing he didn't sleep well with my screaming last night. I anyway muttered a 'thanks' and took the envelope out of his hands. I studied the mail carefully it was on parchment, not paper and had a red seal closing it.

"Weird," I thought. I looked at the front. In a sloping curly writing read:

Swan, Isabella

There was no address. I shook the letter slightly, just to check it wasn't a bomb or something. Suddenly a thought occurred to me. It might be from Edward!

Carefully as not to rip it, I opened the letter excitedly and quickly read the contents. In green ink with the same cursive writing was written inside:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms Swan,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

p.s. We will be sending someone over to help you start off

"Oh, junk mail." I couldn't hide the disappointment of it not being Edward.

"Here let me see it." Charlie snatched the paper away from my hands. He quickly read through it and laughed, "I swear they get better and better."

I simply raised my eyebrows, but said nothing.

The next few weeks pasted uneventfully. Until August 26th it was the weekend and I was wasting time writing an email to my mum telling her to ignore whatever Charlie says to her over the phone. When I heard a 'BOOM!' comes from downstairs. I rushed down the steps to see a giant man standing in the doorway. His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all the hair. Charlie is standing next to him clearly terrified. The man had broken down the door.

"Sorry 'bout' the door." He said in a great booming voice, which surprisingly sounded merry, "Oh, 'yeh' must be Isabella Swan. My 'yeh' changed a bit."

"Who are you?" I said confused.

The giant chuckled.

"Call me Hagrid," he said, "everyone does. An' I'm Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts." He boomed. Hogwarts? It sounded familiar.

"Hogwarts? As in the school of magic?" Charlie asked. I suddenly remembered the letter which I thought was from Edward.

"Yeh!," Hagrid exclaimed, "An, we need to get 'goin' now if we wanna get yeh a wand."

And then I'm not sure how, but I had agreed to come with him to go to a school of magic in another continent where I know nobody, oh and I was about to go shopping with a giant.

I guess the vampire stuff really had got to my head...