Hey guys! This is Colleen, but my name will be "Alice" for this story. This is a Harry Potter and Twilight crossover and I wrote this chapter! Kali, also known as "Esme", will be writing the next chapter! I hope you like it!

Oh, and I realize this has already been posted on another account, but Kali and I can't remember the password for it because it's been a while since we've logged on to that account! So we made a new one! And each of these first three chapters have been edited and revised!

Disclaimer: Esme and I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight


"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.

At this point I would normally follow him, but instead I walked back to the house to find Charlie pulling into the driveway.

"Hey Bells." Charlie said, getting out of his police cruiser.

"Hey Charlie." I say, slowly walking up the steps to the front door.

I opened the door, stepping into the house I had called "home" for the past year. I walk up the stairs to my room and start packing, knowing that I probably won't be coming back in a while; knowing that I might not come back at all.


Almost an hour later, I hear a knock at my door and turn to see Jacob standing in my doorway.

"Hey Jake." I say.

"Hey Bella. Whatcha doing?" He asks, coming over to watch me.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I ask, sarcastically. "I'm packing."

"Where are you going?" He asks, curiosity and concern on his face.

"Home."

"Back to Phoenix?"

"No," I say, turning to look at him. "I'm going home to London."

"But I thought this was your home. Or Phoenix."

"I thought this was my home," I start. "But it doesn't feel like home anymore. And I did live in Phoenix for a while, but it just wasn't right, just like it doesn't feel right being here in Forks. My real home is in London, where all my friends are waiting for me." I finish, getting my owl cage down from the shelf in my closet.

"London? But you don't have an accent! You don't even sound British! I mean, how long did you live there? And what's with the cage? I wasn't aware you had a pet." Jacob says, fuming.

"Jacob, you just wouldn't understand." I say, shaking my head slowly.

"I wouldn't understand? What wouldn't I understand? I'm a freakin' werewolf for God's sake!"

I turn to look at him. His fists are clenched and his knuckles are turning white, his face contorted in rage.

After a minute of silence, he slowly shakes his head and unclenches his fists. The expression on his face turns into an angry sadness.

"See ya Bells." He whispers as he turns and walks out the door.

Slowly, I turn around and cross over to the window. Looking down I see Jacob run into the woods, angry and unforgiving. I open the window, letting the cold air seep into the room.

Sitting down on my bed, I break down and cry myself to sleep.


Pop!

I wake, alertness coming to me in a rush. I look around the room to see my beautiful white owl sitting at the head of my bed and two red-haired boys standing in front of my closed bedroom door.

"Fred? George? What are you guys doing here?!" I exclaim, jumping off my bed to hug them.

"We came to get you; we're taking you home." Fred says, smiling.

"Yeah, Dumbledore wouldn't tell us where you were living now, but we managed to weasel the answer out of him." George says, sitting on my bed.

"Oh, wow. I wonder how you did that. Maybe a little bit of veritaserum?" I say, jokingly. And then I take a look at their faces. "Oh you naughty weasels! You're gonna get into so much trouble!"

And then my best friends and I burst out laughing. I had forgotten how interesting these two were, but that's just how we are. We steal things, like, get in trouble, and manage our way out of things. No matter what we do, we manage to get out of the serious trouble we should be in.

"So how are you getting out of it this time?" I ask.

"Hmmm…maybe a little bit of running away." Fred says, stroking his chin.

"To where?" I ask, my eyebrows raised.

"Uhm…here." George says.

And then we're laughing again, tears escaping our eyes.

After talking and hanging out for a while, I realize something.

"Hey guys. How did you get here by magic if you're underage?" I ask, looking at them suspiciously, wondering if they really were in trouble.

"They moved the age down a year, so technically we're allowed to use magic out of school right now." Fred explains.

"Yes!" I exclaim.

"But we still have to take seven years of school at Hogwarts starting at the age of eleven." George adds on.

"Oh." I say. "Well that's okay; it means another year of pranks!"


Finally, I'm back on the Hogwarts grounds, ready to catch up on what I've missed and ready to learn more.

It's only the first day back for me and I've already seen most of my old friends. I've also beaten up a few of my enemies already as well. Got two weeks of detention for that, but oh well!

Walking into the Gryffindor common room I see my second favorite trio, the first being Fred, George, and I.

"Hey Harry! Hey Ron! Hey Hermione!" I say.

"Bella!" They shout in unison.

"What in the bloody hell are you doing here?" Ron asks. "I thought you weren't going to be back for another half a year!"

"I came back early." I say, smiling. "Forks wasn't working out for me like I thought it would." A pause. "Wait. I told you about Forks, right?"

"Yes." They reply in unison.

"Okay, good! Because I didn't want to have to explain it all." I say.

"Bella!" says a voice to my left.

I look over and see an awkward looking boy sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace turned to look at me.

"Neville Longbottom! I haven't seen you in forever!" I say, walking over to give him a hug.

"Hey, wait a second!" Harry says. "Where are our hugs?"

"Oops! Sorry guys! Guess I forgot your hugs back in Forks!" I say, turning to look at them and shrugging.

I see Harry roll his eyes and shake his head, while Ron gives a little laugh and Hermione gives a little smile; it's obvious that I'm joking.

"Oh, get over here!" I exclaim, holding my arms out, waiting for them to hug me.

"It's good to have you back." Harry says, smiling.

"It's good to be back." I reply, a big grin on my face.


Potions. Oh, Professor Snape, what ever did I do without you?

Like any normal potions class, Snape is making his rounds criticizing our potions as we do our best to create them. Today we're trying to perfect a calming draught. The instructions make it seem easy, but it really isn't.

Half-way through class I notice my potion is acting very strange, bubbling and frothing. I am just about to raise my hand to motion Professor Snape over when my cauldron explodes.

Opening my eyes, I see Madam Pomfrey above me and a woman I hadn't seen in quite a while.


Cliffhanger! As I said before, Esme will have the next chapter! Until next time, please review! Constructive criticism is always welcome!

- Alice