A New Found Love

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight—those stories belongs to J.K. Rowling and Stephenie Meyer respectively. I just own the plot of the story.

Summary: Edward leaves Bella in the forest. After waking up from the truth that he is not coming back, she decides to go back to her old life. When Edward left he didn't know Bella's real identity—she is a witch. She is the daughter of no other than ex-Death Eaters Bellatrix Lestrange and Regulus Arcturus Black. She goes back to 12 Grimmauld Place and stays there together with the Weasleys, her parents, uncle and some members of the Order of the Phoenix until the start of term. What will she find when she goes back? A new love or will the ghosts of her past come back and haunt her again?

(Author's Note: This story will be about Bella. Think of everything that happened in the Harry Potter books and replace him with Bella. This is after the war with the Dark Lord. To those who are Bella/Edward fans, I hope you don't kill me or skin me alive—I am far too young to die. Enjoy reading and review!)

Chapter 1: A New Beginning

Bella's POV

I still can't believe he left me. It's been 4 months since he took away everything.

Why? Why did he have to lie? All those times he told me he loved me—and now, this? What did I do to deserve this? I always knew I wasn't good enough for him. But that only makes the pain in my heart worse, if that's even possible.

So, I decided to go back to my family in London. Yes, London. I am a witch and my name isn't Bella Swan—it's Bellatrix Druella Black. My parents are Regulus Black and Bellatrix Lestrange.

Maybe I should add some more things about myself. I am a Metamorphmagus like my cousin Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin. Tonks and her husband Remus--also one of my dad's best friends made me their son's godmother. I originally look like my mother. Black curly hair, pale complexion, dark eyes, thin lips and angular features. People always tell me that I have the great good looks and patriarch beauty of the Blacks. I am pureblood but I am a blood traitor because I grew up with the Weasleys. I consider all of them my extended family which is true because they are my cousins.

After the war with Lord Voldywart, my parents married each other after mom got rid of old Rodolphus. My dad died protecting me from Voldemort because he was at Godric's Hollow with a friend of his—the Potters.

I used the Resurrection Stone to get my dad back, even my cousin Fred Weasley plus Mad-Eye Moody and my Uncle Sirius.

I am outside of Charlie's house now, the Muggle who thought I was his daughter. I erased his memories of me after I was done with the whole town. His memories were the hardest to erase—I treated him like he was my own father.

I am preparing to apparate to London, bringing with me the hope that someday, I will find my happiness and peace of mind.

(A/N: What do you think? Should I keep writing? This is my first story so I don't really know what to expect. Please review and tell me what you think—I'd try to endure flames if I can. If at least one person says that I should continue writing, I'll make the chapters longer.)