*Mischief Not Quite Managed*

This is my first Fanfic and I had a interesting thought of maybe mixing The Vampire Diaries + The Twilight Saga + Harry Potter .

It just interested me beyond belief .

Soo here I am writing this little story for you .

Please R+R .

Intro up next J

-MissyNickQ

Harry Potter was lounging lazily by the local pool with his best friend, Bella Swan on the afternoon of the day before they return for they're sixth year at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. Today was the first sunny day they had seen in weeks. And Harry was quick to take advantage of this so he could escape the Dursleys'.

Harry was lolling with his feet in the cold icy water just looking at the park they were in. There were kids in costumes running around and playing tag, thers were swinging as high as their little bodies could go. A few feet from where Harry and Bella sat there was a kiddies pool. Harry estimated it about maybe 2 feet deep but still there were paranoid mothers all around them.

One particular mother caught Harry's attention when she almost knocked him over as she sprinted to her daughter. "Never do that again Lily" Harry heard the woman telling her daughter, the relief in her voice was evident.

Lily. Harry's mothers name. Harry's mother and father had been murdered when he was only a baby, this is how he ended up with the Dursleys' in the first place, somehow he had been the only survivor.

Harry was quite keen to return back to the wizarding world after an entire six weeks of summer spent magic free.

"I wonder what's in store for us this year, you know? Last year we did that sphinx project for Professor Salvatore and I don't see how his classes could be any better." said Bella with the familiar glint in her eye all the girls had when talking about Professor Salvatore. He had been dubbed dreamworthy by any and every girl who had ever entered his class.

Even Harry had to admit he was by far the most interesting defense against the dark arts teacher they had ever had.

Harry could remember one particurally good lesson, where professor Salvatore heroically saved the class when a nasty bunch of cornish pixies had escaped Professor Flitwick's class. As the entire class ducked in every available hiding space they could find Professor Salvatore fought off atleast 40 pixies singlehandedly. Not even sustaining one minor bite or scratch. Neville however had apparently struggled to hide his bottom aswell as his face and had gotten bit on the bum feverishly. Holes in his robes through his underwear he dashed for the door, just to be seized by two pixies and lifted up to the roof where they suspended him from the chandelier, swinging rather dangerously.

Not that theyre standards were extremely high. the first one, poor stuttering professor Quirrel, a short man with a raging stutter, died of a drug overdose of some rare form of Voldemite; a Magical drug used to stimulate the brain cells, and was illegal for good reason.

The second, Professor Lockhart, a vividly blonde man with a wide variety of violently colored robes and a self proclaimed best smile of Witch Weekly Award, had his memory somewhat tarnished when he tried to show his class just how to CORRECTLY handle a hippogriff, not the way the other fools did it and had, as a result of his ignorance and rather foolish behavior, taken a very nasty beak to the head.

The third, Professor Lupin, was a shabby man with untamed grey brown hair. He had been forced to leave because of his Ridikkulus manner of teaching , though he and Harry still remained in touch from time to time.

The fourth, Mad-Eye Moody, a rather round man with a curious magical electric blue eye that zoomed around so fast it was actually nauseating, had been carted off to Azkaban after trying to discover if a student had poisoned his jam by method of the Cruciatus curse.

And now they had professor Damon Salvatore, a rather handsome arrogance about his manner. Teaching them really interesting things from how to fight off vampires by brushing your teeth with garlic , to how to protect yourself from werewolves .

Which according to him did NOT involve silver daggers or bullets.

Harry was snapped out of his reverie when Bella sighed loudly . "Maybe we should head home Harry" said Bella. It was indeed becoming steadily darker by the minute .

"Sure, I think Aunt Petunia is making lasagna, wanna come?" asked Harry.

"I would love to, but I think they'd rather not have me." said Bella with a distinct frown on her face.

Now that Harry thought about it,His uncle Vernon had seemed to rather enjoy acting as if Bella was just another object in the room , maybe a fly against a perfect object to ignore as if hoping it would just go away. Aunt Petunia carried on muttering about Bella's apparently plain exterior. In Harry's opinion Bella was rather beautiful, she had mahogony hair that shone almost red in sunlight and these chocolate brown eyes that were as if she was looking right into his soul. He had always thought of brown eyes as pale and boring because brown was such a muddy color, but he had grown rather fond of the color after meeting Bella.

Not that they particuraly liked Harry either. He was theyre opposite. They were short and squat where he was Tall and rather thin. They all had well groomed blond hair , where he had untidy black hair that just would never lie flat.

They all had pale blue eyes, whereas Harry had a brilliant shock of bright green eyes.

But the most significant difference was they're attitude . The Dursleys were foul people really. They had a nasty habit to prejudice and had a non-existent tolerance to the M word.

Yes, the Dursleys were as mugglish as they came.

And Harry and Bella, they were brilliant young wizards. They had magic running through they're veins. Harry found it hard to believe that he had only joined the wizarding world five years prior, because he could not think of living without it now. And tomorrow they would be parting back to the best place on earth for Harry ..

Hogwarts.