Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight nor do I own Harry Potter. SM owns Twilight and J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter.

Third person:

Renèe and Charlie Swan heard a knock from their door.

"Who could it be honey? Are you expecting guests?" Charlie asked from his wife.

"I am not expecting guests. You?"

"No. Why would I ask you if I would know that they are my guests?"

"I do not know. Lets just open the door, before we start fighting," Renèe suggested.

They got up from the couch and reached the hallway before Renèe suddenly paused.

"Do you hear that? Sounds like baby crying," she said.

"I do not hear anything," Charlie said.

Renèe frowned.

Then they continued. Son Renèe opened the door.

"Oh my God Charlie! It is a baby!" Renèe half screamed.

"I can see that. I am right behind you."

Renée picked the baby up, and realized something.

"Charlie. This is Isabella. My niece. She is the daughter of my sister. And if she is here that must mean Lily is dead, and her husband James," Renèe said in shock.

"Oh no honey," Charlie said and immediately tried to hug her to comfort her, but she pushed him away.

"We... we have to take care of the baby. I will explain everything once she is asleep," Renèe said, trying not to cry.

"Okay honey," Charlie said.

Renée had never even told him that she had a sister so he was quite confused. The baby was still crying.

"You look just like Lily," Renèe said and stroked the baby`s cheek.

"It`s okay. You are safe now. Don`t worry, we`ll take care of you," she comforted the baby.

"Remember my old crib that my parents gave me when they moved to their new apartment? Well, I think that we still have the crib in our basement. I could go get it if you want me to," Charlie suggested.

"Do that. I`m gonna keep her company."

Charlie left to get the crib and Renèe took the baby to their living room. Then she noticed something that she cannot believe she did not tie before. A letter. She opened the letter.

Mr. and Mrs. Swan

We are sorry to inform you that your sister has passed away in a recent attack from the Dark Lord. Lily and James Potter both passed away.

Your sister wanted you to raise her daughter and son as your own. We hope that you along with your husband are open to it.

Lily and James have named the children as Isabella and Harry Potter.

Best wishes, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumledore

(A/N I am SO sorry if that letter is not fit to be written by Albus Dumbledore. I really did not know what to write on it.)

Oh my god. I thought that they were safe. She said that there was nothing to worry about. I guess she lied to me. But there is more important things to worry about right now. Like why does it say that she wanted me to raise her daughter AND son as my own. I did not see a baby boy on our porch. Just a baby girl. That must be some kind of mistake, Renèe thought.

"So the crib is ready to be used in the guest room," Charlie said as he walked in the living room.

"Honey did you see one or two babies on our porch?" Renèe asked him.

"One, of course," he replied.

"You see, there was this letter with Isabella. It says that there was supposed to be a boy with her. Harry Potter. Her twin brother."

"Well, I did not see him. Should I go look for him, love?" Charlie said.

"Do that. I am gonna put Isabella sleep," Renèe said.

"Kay," Charlie said, and with that the left.

Renée climbed upstairs with the baby, and walked into their guest room, and apparently their new nursery room. At this point Renèe noticed that Isabella had stopped crying.

Renée decided that she would strophe baby and then wrap her into a blanket. Of course her old diaper would have to do the drill, because they did not have any diapers.

When she unwrapped the child she noticed something odd. Isabella had a scar on her collarbone. A scar shaped like a lighting. She decided to just ignore the scar.

She wrapped Isabella into a nice blanket, placed her into the crib, kissed her good night and turned the lights out. Soon she heard her steady breath as a sign that she has fallen asleep.

She walked downstairs and found Charlie from the kitchen. Renée looked at him, hopefully.

"I did not find a trace of anyone out there," he told her.

"Ok. Maybe he is at another home. Like at Petunias place. If that is so I am really sorry for him. Petunia does not like Lily or anyone of her kind for that matter."

"And Petunia is..." Charlie asked.

"My other sister," Renèe explained.

"And what means `her kind`?"

"It means wizards and witches Charlie. She was one."

Charlie did not understand what she said.

"She was what?"

"A witch. And I think that Isabella might be one too."

A/N Should I continue this story? And should I put Isabella into Slytherin or Gryffindor?

Love, Elisabeth