Full Summary/Author's Notes:

This is set during NM and Goblet of Fire – ish (I plan to continue through other books, this is just my starting point). Isabella was left in an orphanage due to unknown circumstances at age 4 and later adopted by Charlie and Renee Swan. The first few chapters will give you an overview of her life up until she meets Edward. I will write a few more chapters of their encounters up until the point where Edward pulls a New Moon. From that point the story will show Bella travelling to America for the Triwizard Tournament (Random comment: Word kept telling me I was spelling Triwizard wrong. I retyped it and it still told me it was spelled wrong. I looked closer and then informed Word it was spelled right. I then realized that Triwizard isn't a real word and that I should probably go to sleep. At least you know I pay attention to Spell Check people!) The Cullens will eventually show back up. I plan for the story to be an Edward/Bella pairing, but if anyone actually reads this, we might decide later to change that. Let me know what you think.

Also a general warning about the story…I really don't care about specific details being off. I will be changing things to fit in with the story I want to write. I need Edward to leave in the summer so that Bella can get her moping in before deciding to return to school for her 7th year. I made Bella a few years older than Harry so that it can be realistic that she'd have some memories and general feelings about Sirius. Bella's birth is a total "Whoops!" that happened right after they graduated from Hogwarts. Her mom died during the childbirth, so Sirius raised her by himself with a lot of help from James, Lily and Remus…and begrudgingly Peter (He had to keep up appearances). Because of this, Bella will have some memories of all of these people.

I rated this T for probable violence and unavoidable cursing (If you played Words with Friends with me you would have already understood that I just can't help myself). This is my first fic, so if anyone thinks I should change the rating or if you have any other suggestions please let me know. Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight.

Chapter One:

Hello. My name is Isabella, and I'm sixteen years old. Please call me Bella. As this is my tale, I think I should tell you about my life up to this point.

When I was four years old a bunch of scary men took me from my house. A lot of really frightening things happened that I really didn't understand. There were all these mean people who yelled at me and called me names. I was terrified. I told them my daddy was going to come and rescue me, but they just laughed.

I don't really remember much about my time in the unknown place, but one day a man came and took me from there. He looked like he was really scared, but told me that everything would be okay. He reminded me of my daddy, so I listened to what he said. I'd thought he was taking me home, but I was wrong. He took me to this huge building with a bunch of other kids. He used his wand to make me forget a lot of details about my life. Then he just left me there.

I still had vague memories of my life before the man cast the memory spell on me, but they were more like general truths and strong feelings. For instance, I knew my daddy would never leave me alone in such strange place with strange people. I'd never had a mum, but I had the best daddy in the whole world. I knew that he loved me more than anything, even if I couldn't remember exactly who he was.

It turns out the unknown abandoner took me to an orphanage in Port Angeles, Washington USA. The lady who ran the orphanage was named Dr. Melton; she's a psychologist. She told me to call her Doc. She was a very kind and loving woman who always looked out for the kids staying in her care. I always felt safe around her, and she helped me transition into my new living situation as best she could. She later told me that she'd decided to run an orphanage instead of starting a practice because she wanted to help people who needed it but were unable to obtain it on their own. She knew that orphans were often a forgotten group. She wanted to show us that the fact that we didn't have parents didn't mean that we weren't loved or wanted. I think she did a good job, and I will always remember her kindness.

I still had a very difficult time accepting that the orphanage was my new home. I tried to make friends with the other kids in the house, but it was hard. They were just so different from me. I had these wonderful dreams about a magical world, and I just knew that's where I belonged. I would see my daddy there. I just knew he was a wizard. He was usually very fuzzy in the dreams. Looking at him was like trying to see him through a cloud of mist; I could make out his basic form, but the details were completely lost to me. Sometimes, though, he would transform into a giant black dog. I could always see him clearly when he visited me as Padfoot. That's what I'd call him while he was a dog.

I would tell the other kids about magic and they acted like they knew what I was talking about. They knew all about wands and broomsticks, but then they started talking about taking rabbits out of hats and putting a quarter behind your ear. One boy even showed me a "trick" where he removed his right thumb by hiding it in his palm while he pretended this left thumb was the detached phalange. I started to wonder if I had been left at a place for kids that were a bit thick. The older kids just made fun of me. They told me there was no such thing as magic. Pfft.

When I was five I started kindergarten at Port Angeles Elementary School. The kids in my class didn't even know how to read. I understood the lessons much easier than my classmates, as well. This caused me to become bored constantly during lessons. My teacher was super nice, though. Her name was Mrs. Swan. She always doted on me and told me what a smart girl I was. I preened under her praise. The kids my age just thought I was weird and annoying. One girl called me a freak in recess, but I got back at her. I unscrewed the caps to all her glitter and pot of glue. It got EVERYWHERE, and all her books were covered in glue and glitter. She got in trouble for making a mess and not taking care of her things. Ha! Take that Crissy!

Mrs. Swan started asking me all kinds of questions after a few months in class. She asked me about the orphanage and if I had many friends there. I told her about Doc. She was really my only friend. One day she showed up in my room when I was reading about a girl named Dorothy who got whisked away to a land called Oz. I'd wondered if that is where my daddy was. He was a wizard, after all. I told her so when she asked about the book, but she just smiled at me adoringly. She had a man named Charlie with her. She said he was her husband. He didn't really say much, but he seemed nice enough. They wanted to take me out to dinner and to see a movie. It was AWESOME! I'd never really watched much TV as I didn't really like the shows the big kids watched on the small one in the orphanage. I can't remember what we saw, but I remember the feeling of amazement when the movie came up on that giant screen.

Over the next few weeks Charlie and Mrs. Swan would come and visit me on the weekends and take me to do fun things. I really like them both. Mrs. Swan was a lot more fun outside the classroom. She was unpredictable and full of energy. She insisted I call her Renee. Charlie was the complete opposite of Renee. He was quiet and reserved. However, when the giant rat-man at Show Biz Pizza started coming right for me, I knew that Charlie would keep him away. There was just this safe feeling I got around him. Like I could always count on him to protect me and make sure I was okay. They both always looked at me with so much love that I started to wish that I could have a family like them.

A few days after the rat monster attack Doc called me into the orphanage office. Charlie and Renee were both there, and Doc had tears in her eyes. At first I thought they were there to tell me that they wouldn't be visiting me anymore, that they were leaving me just like my dad. But then the most amazing thing happened! They told me that they wanted to take me home…that they wanted me to be their daughter. I was going to leave the orphanage! I was going to get to live with Charlie and Renee! After packing up my few belongings they took me to their house in Forks.

That was the day that I became Isabella Swan. But seriously, still call me Bella.

So yeah, there's chapter one. For all you youngsters, the rat monster is actually Chuck E. Cheese. This is a shout out to all my 80s babies! Chuck E. Cheese used to be called Show Biz Pizza. There were these huge mechanical characters who were set up like a band at the one my parents would take us to. They always scared me, and I was absolutely terrified whenever the live Chucky would come visit the kiddies. :)

We are going to pretty much skim over the next few years until she turns 11. Please tell me what you think! Thanks!