Monster
Chapter One

I was so engrossed with my book. Never had something grasped my attention more than this book series. Harry Potter, written by the talented J.K. Rowling was just absolutly amazing. Amazing. And there was absolutly nothing in the world that I could find myself loving more than I did with Harry Potter.

"Hey, Pheebs, what'cha doing?"

Especially not him.

I was born down on the rez, good ol' La Push, but I was only half Quiluete. My dad was full, my mom was Irish, and I was stuck in between. It was funny, to mix a pale, freckled Irishwoman, with a big, burly man with russet skin. And even funnier to see what they could create together. My freckles were blotchy, my skin lighter than my dad's, but still darker than my mom's. My eyes were her eyes though, bright green with flecks of dad's brown. I was an interesting mix, I'll admit, so maybe that was why he didn't leave me alone.

Seth was into things that were different from everyone else. He wore the opposite of what the rest of the crowd decided what was "cool," and looked up to his sister, even when everyone else said she was a bitchy buttface. So maybe I sort of admired him for that, but the fact that he wasn't a fan of Harry Potter shunned him from my life right away- Despite how many times he tried jumping back in.

"Reading again? I'm so surprised."

He laughed a little, grinnining, and plopped himself beside me on my porch swing, as though I invited him to sit down. Okay, so maybe the fact he didn't love Harry Potter wasn't the only thing that dislodged me from him. The fact that the kid was just downright annoying sometimes did it too. I mean, sure, Seth could be alright sometimes, but others he was a bit of a pain.

I think the best way to describe Seth Clearwater would be to compare him to a puppy. He sort of had the face of a puppy if you thought about it, not as cute though (because I would admit it, Seth was kind of cute), and he could be fun like a puppy too. But after a while, the puppy could get annoying while he tried sticking his nose into business that it didn't belong in, or... Peeing on the carpet.

...not saying Seth did that. Or, at least, I hoped he didn't.

I flipped the page of my book. It was just the beginning, and Harry was encountering Voldemort up in the air. It was intense, and Hagrid just fell, and I was just shaking in my seat, yearning to know what happened next. I mean, Harry couldn'y die so early in the book, there was still at least 600 something pages left to go, but that didn't mean that everyone else was safe. And that just made me worry even more!

Just as things were getting interesting, as Harry's and Voldemort's wands clashed, the words disappeared from before my eyes, and I was left staring at the orange-y cover as Seth pulled the book away and onto his lap.

"Hey! Were you just, like,not paying attention to me reading that?" I glared at him and reached for the book back.

He stood, grinning wider, and hopped off my porch, taking off towards the tree.

"Seth! Give me my book back! NOW!"

"You'll have to catch me first!"

Just like a puppy stealing your favourite shoe. Except, this wasn't just some shoe, it was my beloved Harry Potter book, RIGHT WHEN THINGS WERE GETTING GOOD! Of course, who was I kidding?-Harry Potter was always good.

I chased after him, not being that fast myself. I could see him up ahead, and feel my lungs burn inside me. It wasn't even like I was running long, but still I was tired. I mean, I wasn't overweight or anything, I was probably 130 something pounds, last time I checked I was around there at least, but I didn't really do much exercise. I guess that was why I was short of breath and tired easily when I ran.

He was dead. Just because he didn't appreciate the beauty of the wonderful Wizarding World of Harry Potter, didn't mean he could come over and pull me out of what I loved. I could get so caught up in those books, it was like I was in them, apart of what was going on, feeling everything they felt.

I always wished my life could be some sort of fictional tale, namely one that involved me running off to Hogwarts and never coming back. Then rubbing it in Seth's face that Harry Potter was, indeed, real. And I'd like to see him tell him that he wasn't so great right to his face. But hey, so it wasn't his cup of tea, it was definitly mine, and he had absolutly no right to take one of the greatest books out of my hand while I was (re)reading it!

Stopping and leaning over, I panted before falling to the dirt floor. Purposely though. I wasn't so out of shape that I would fall over like that. I sat there, glaring and pouting like a miserable five-year-old whose favourite dolly was taken away. But again, this wasn't some dolly or shoe, it was Harry Freakin' Potter!

Seth glanced back at me, before jogging over and holding the book above my head.

"Jump."

"Seth!"

"Jump~"

I glared and reached up for it. He pulled it back up.

"Seth, I'm not joking! Give my book back!"

He chuckled slightly before crouching down beside me and holding the book up. I snatched it away quick and held it to my chest, sticking my tongue out. His hand ruffled through my dark hair, before he stood up and started trotting back towards my house.

"C'mon, Pheobe!" he called after me. "I'll race you!"

But I continued to pout, wiping my book off as though Seth got his germs on it, but it seemed like the Seth-germs weren't going away, because I just kept on wiping away at it. Then, I sat Indian style and opened my page back to where I left off.

Some people just couldn't take a hint.

A/N: I don't own Twilight or Harry Potter, just so you know~ I do own Pheobe and the thought of her though. Also, I hope you like this story. Please review if you'd like to see more~