OMG guys. You….just omg. You'll be proud when you read this chapter considering the crap I made you read when it was just a raw chapter. But I thought you should know the hell I had to go through to get it finished.

First! I forgot that I was going to rewrite (my fault but it caused hell all the same)!

and

Second! My computer randomly shut down and auto-recovery didn't show up when I opened my MS word. So I spent about an hour beating myself up for not saving it. But finally I got online and tore through websites until I found out how to access the auto-saved files. (Auto-save is now my favorite MS word feature)

So now, I have to ask, as you can see this isn't a new NEW, it's a rewrite of chapter one, and I wanted you people to tell me if this one is any better. Obviously—if you've read the above—I think it is. But I still want your opinion on it.

THANKS AND ENJOY~!

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Re: Part One-

Harry Potter was an enigma. Slayer of the Dark Lord Voldemort at seventeen, snake speaker and tamer of wild beasts; he had done a many great things and yet he still could not face his friends with a simple truth. Harry Potter was a female. An informant in Gringotts had taken him into a private office his second year of Hogwarts and given him the letter left to him by his parents. It outlined a number of things that even Dumbledore had been unable to explain—and gave reason to why Harry seemed to age much slower than his year mates as well as continuing to have bouts of accidental magic.

He'd been living in the wizard world for several years now. Aging at a speed of his own all the while involving himself in society as a male despite having grown out of the charms making him appear to have a 'Y' chromosome all those years ago. Most seemed to assume he was simply a feminine wizard. It was a common occurrence in natural bearers—a male wizard able to become pregnant under the right circumstances. The bearers were rare to the point of almost being myth, but the rumor mill had dubbed it true and therefore the wizard world dubbed it true. With the added attention forced upon him Ron—the wishy-washy friend he had always been—was disgusted by the prospect of his 'best-friend' being with a male and doing the job of a woman. Hermione had been more of the constant, but due to her relationship with the youngest male of the Weasley clan, he didn't think she would put it all at risk just to talk to him.

Harry leaned back against his desk chair, staring up at the oak ceiling. His home, the place he worked from and lived, wasn't really a home. He was terrified of the paparazzi breaking into his home as they had tried to do so many times before. So even in the privacy of his own property, he wasn't ever alone, and the instant his guard was down he knew they would strike. Reporters and people with cameras often hid near the loft, waiting for the chance to sneak in, or snap pictures during the hours the bookshop below was opened.

He turned his head towards the window as a large white—and speckled—bird of prey swooped in, trilling as she landed on a perch near the window. "Hello Hedwig," he said with a small smile, folding his arms behind his head. "What have you been up too?" The snowy owl hooted pleasantly, tilting her head to the side with a curious gaze. "What?" She ruffled her feathers suddenly taking on a look of discontent. A complete turnaround from the agreeable mood she'd been in literally seconds before.

The owl looked out the window with disdain. Harry knew it had to be hard for her. Everyone knew who the white owl belonged too and many times she'd come back to the loft with bald patched where spells had been evaded. "I know Hedwig." He said as low as his voice would allow. The bird puffed further and fluttered over towards the large floor globe and started scratching at it with her talons. She could sense her masters' distress and was frustrated that he—though actually a she—would do nothing about it if only for himself. She pecked at the globe for a moment and shot an evil look at him. "Alight, alright! We'll go spend a few weeks somewhere."

Standing from the chair Harry sauntered over to the globe, running his fingers across the smooth ball that levitated just above its stand. He'd wanted out for the longest time and Hedwig was miserable in the wizard world. The only problem was his shop just below. It was opened 8am to 8 pm everyday but Sundays and Wednesdays, people would have a fit if the store just up and closed. The twins could look after it for a while, but they had their own worries. Perhaps he could just have one of them go and check on the shop ever now and then and shorten the hours. Harry glanced back at the desk where notes for his newest book for the muggle world laid and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Every year he put out two or three text books, plus children's books and fiction novels for the muggle world. His last text book had been a major hit with the schools and homeschooled.

It had been a book for Care Of Magical Creatures, featuring many that were so completely obscured and rare, most thought they were myth. The first three seemed to be the favorites, though they contained the least information: Vampires, Fairies, and Elders. Elders were the number one favorite of the students—according to Hagrid—because they all associated it with 'The Tales of Beetle the Bard' from when they were children, though the two were nothing alike. The chapter was less than five pages long; discussing only the vague idea of an Elders powers, what they looked like according to the experts, and how long their life span was. Harry scoffed at most of the information. He was an Elder through his mother and, though he'd not yet come fully into his blood inheritance, he saw no outward changes aside from the massively slow aging process, and marble white flesh.

Over the years he'd noticed that as he aged the process seemed to slow and currently he was stuck around the age of sixteen or seventeen. If his parents had been correct in the letter they'd left, he wouldn't be aging much longer. Not once he finally made it to magical maturity. The wizard would begin to notice soon and he would have to start hiding out away from magical areas where stress and people with cameras were sure to find him.

"The muggle world," He muttered. That would be the perfect place to relax. He held out his arm for the white creature and placed her on his shoulder. Hedwig promptly butted heads with him and leaned forward as much as her owl body would allow without falling from her master. "How about we spin the globe and wherever my finger lands that's where we'll go?" The owl didn't respond and choose to continue staring at the spherical object. Harry took this as a yes and spun the orb. He closed his eyes and without looking stopped it with a finger. Blue surrounded his. "Somehow, I don't believe the middle of the ocean is a good idea." He spun it again without hesitation and placed his fingers on it, forcing it to stop. Their destination was Washington, U.S.A.

The days that followed in preparation for the trip were not as bad as expected. Harry had packed his things—mostly his clothes and books— and made plans to change the hours of his shop to suit Luna's needs. She and Neville had married recently and were looking for a place to live while they searched for a more permanent home. There was always the option of living close to Luna's father, but Neville didn't take well to the idea of having him pop over at random times of night, and Luna wanted an adventure. Harrys' loft would be perfect for them. Plus they would have a little extra money to put away in case of an emergency since the airy blonde was technically going to be an employee of his and he wasn't making them pay rent.

The Twins had also been notified that he would be leaving the country for an extended period of time and they were to contact the Goblins if they needed to get in touch with him for anything. He was a partner in their joke shop business and was in charge of keeping the twins from inventing things that could be too dangerous—like candy that would explode violently if you chewed it instead of letting it melt. They could be a little over zealous.

All that was left was to visit Gringotts and have his advisor and manager set him up with a place in Washington and a way to get there. Floo-travel though able to extend internationally wasn't a travel option to a home or building that had not been set up with floo and had no fire place. Apparition was definitely out of the question, being that traveling such distances through magic, even flying a broom, could cause magical exhaustion—and alert muggles to the existence of all things magical. The Goblins of Gringotts had many tricks up their sleeves though, and would figure something out.

The bank was relatively empty when he arrived. Goblins wandered around, polishing random things or straightening business cards. Griphook spotted Harry the moment he entered the public half of the building though and was at his side in a moments' notice. The goblin was the head of Harrys' team of accountants, lawyers and representatives and had been since Harrys' graduation years earlier. He'd been more than happy to wait on the Elders' every want and need and judging by the sack carried by the young wizard and the owl perched on his shoulder, the visit was anything but ordinary.

"How may I be of assistance today, Mister Potter?" Harrys' face grew stoic by the emphasis put on his name. Griphook brushed it off and led him to a private meeting room.

As the door closed Harry exhaled with relief and pulled his elegant black hair out of the ponytail and shook his head a few times. He felt frumpy, as he often did when out in public, dressed in layers of sweaters and jackets to help hide the womanly curves that hid beneath. "I need to find a house in Washington. The state. I think I would like to live there for a while."

The goblin nodded and waved his clawed hand in a jerking motion, summoning a file to him. "I see. There are no wizard communities in Washington, though there are a few located in Canada, not too far away." He opened the file and laced his gnarled fingers. "I assume you would like to be close enough to them that you will not have to travel far if something is needed?" Harry nodded in confirmation. "Very good. Now, the two closest inhabited areas to the entrance are the ports. There are a few small towns along the way you may also enjoy."

Harry frowned and crossed one leg over the other and rested his head on his hand. "What would you suggest?"

"I would suggest Forks. It's a small town, very quite. You will certainly be noticed by the locals, considering the age you are appearing and lacking a guardian, you will be the talk of the town for a few weeks. But it's farther away from the cities and you would run a smaller risk of being identified…It's surrounded by forest, many houses are located away from the road, and prying eyes…"

The young wizard laughed, cutting the goblin off from his speech. "If I didn't know better I'd say you had this little monologue rehearsed.

Griphook smirked in a frightening, though friendly, way. His sharp teeth shined brightly in the dim light. "Not at all sir. I merely was taking into consideration your heritage. It's a very leafy place, not far from mountains, the ocean or magic. Perfect for someone such as yourself. It rains a bit, but that is nothing you aren't used to."

Harry nodded, it did sound nice. Quiet and away from the crowds and cities was what he needed. "Is there available housing, possibly somewhere in the woods? I'm in a bit of a hurry."

"Hmm…There is a house available on the edge of the town. It has a resident near it, maybe a kilometer away." He pulled a flyer out of the file. "Three bath, four bedrooms, it's not furnished, but it does have the essentials, Washing Machine, Dryer, and refrigerator. The utilities I suppose they would be called and is located on 120 acres that extend in the opposite direction of the town." He handed the paper over. "It costs around eight-hundred nineteen-thousand American dollars. But I believe that will hardly make a dent in your finances."

He examined the flyer for a moment. The house was a bit rough on the outside. Shutters were handing from the windows and paint was peeling from the wraparound porch. But it was big—two stories—and one of the rooms within it was a study. With all the books packed, he would need a library to put them in. Harry was a little ashamed that his books were a deciding factor in whether or not he bought the house, but all the same, he liked it. "Buy it," he said laying the flyer back onto the table. "and arrange transportation. And also, have someone find me a car, something in green, and a project piece. I would like to have something to toy with while I am there."

"Of course Mister Potter," Griphook chuckled causing a small shiver to run up Harrys' spine. "Might I make a suggestion as to your current situation with…masculinity?" the young wizard nodded for him to continue. "Being close to a magical city, it may be best if you were to go by your true identity. Because the world knows you as Harry Potter, if they ran across a, lets' say, familiar female with an unfamiliar name, they would be unaware of who you are."

Harry leaned back in the leather chair. "I can see this. If you can, get me a duel-citizenship with my birth name, and hyphenate Potter and Black." He stood and stretch. There was only one more request. "Also, enroll me in the local high school. You said I would be noticed, but somehow I think, this town would notice any knew person to enter it. Not enrolling would only cause more trouble in the long run."

"Indeed it would. Mister Potter, one last thing." The goblin said. "The plane ticket shall be found in the interior pocket of your coat, it leaves in four hours. The papers are being pushed through as we speak to purchase your house, and visit an optometrist before you leave." Harrys' eyes narrowed at the creature as he straightened his glasses and left in a very Snape-like manner.

Visiting an optometrist wouldn't be a bad idea. He'd had the same glasses since as long as he could remember. Perhaps it was time to change them as well. Harry Potter left the Wizard bank that day as Amaranth Fennel Potter-Black.

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Amaranth stumbled as she appeared with a crack in the ladies room of the airport in London. She straightened her elegant half framed eyeglasses and peeked around. No one was in the restroom. Odd considering the city it was in, but convenient. She rubbed her shoulder, missing the weight of her owl that stayed behind at the bank. She didn't doubt her companion was already at their new home however, goblins it seemed were more manipulating than Dumbledore. Catching sight of herself in a mirror Amaranth gave her wand a quick flick, transfiguring her clothes into a slightly more feminine style before opening the door and walking casually out. The airport was correct, large gift shops were set up all over, some with the airport in the name. The Goblins' really had gone above and beyond for her. A card that looked like a muggle credit card had been slipped into her pocket at some point, along with identification, a passport and a cell-phone.

Outside of the exciting experience of searching though her pockets after boarding the plane, the trip was grueling and long. She found herself pressed against the window with a man that hardly fit sat in the seat sat next to her. Thankfully he slept all the way to their first destination and wasn't so big that she couldn't get around him when she had to use the lavatory.

The first place they arrived was dry and sunny compared to London. She didn't like it very much. It was hot and caused her clothes to stick uncomfortably to her skin. Amaranth took off her coat and jumper, leaving her only in a loose t-shirt after placing notice-me-not charms on her wand and holster. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and frowned fiercely. Sure, cuddling under a blanket when it was cold was great! But being in straight heat was not enjoyable, even with the air-conditioning running at full blast it didn't stop the heat from leaking in.

Amaranth felt her pocket vibrate as she walked across the airport to her next flight, stopping occasionally at a vendor or shop to look around and get something to eat. She honestly needed a cup of coffee, the time change was killing her.

Giving in to the vibrating cellular device in her coat pocket, she pulled it out and flipped it opened. Hook crawled across the screen. "Hullo?"

"Good Day Miss Potter-Black." Griphooks' said in his raspy way. "Please refrain from using my name when in a public setting. As I'm sure you are able to tell I am Griphook, now down to business. The Weasley Twins have requested access to your new address and a way to contact you. Shall I allow them to contact you directly?"

"Please do. As a partner I don't believe it would make sense for them to not be able to consult with me. Fill them in on any details you find necessary." Amaranth said in a sharp business way—a tone she took on whenever discussing something important, or jumpstarting her attorneys. Only Merlin knew how many times she had to use that tone on them because of all the things the press attempted to accuse her of. At one point the accusation flying around had been that she's impregnated a teenager. It was her stern tone that had forced her normally docile lawyers into action, coming up quickly with the excuse that "…mister potter is sterile…"

Griphook cleared his throat. "Is there anything else I can do for you Miss. Potter-Black?"

"No thank you. I shall be in contact with you if anything of importance comes up." Griphook responded quickly and disconnected his end of the line. Amaranth tucked the phone back into her pocket and began scanning the area. A younger girl, about her own physical age, caught her eye. The girls' mother was staring in an incredulous manner while her daughter was hissing at her to quit acting creepy. Amaranth couldn't help but chuckle. "Hullo,"

The girl looked away sheepishly. "Hi, sorry, we didn't mean to stare."

"Oh, no it's fine. I'm used to being stared at." Amaranth said tucking her hands into the pockets of her slacks. "Mind if I sit?"

"Please," The older woman said, reaching over the younger to motion to the opened seat. "So, you're really young to be sounding like a business woman on the phone. Mind if I'm nosey and ask what it was about?"

Pushing her long black hair out of the way, Amaranth crossed one leg over the other and crossed her arms over her chest. Was it a good idea to tell them? It certainly couldn't hurt. Even if they were headed to the same destination what were the chances of either of them being able to discover the truth without her telling them herself? "I was informing my account manager that he is to give my new address and phone number to my business partners." She glanced at them, the shocked looked made her laugh a little. "Forgive me. I am Amaranth Fennel Potter-Black. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"I'm Bella Swan, and that's my mother Renee." She held out her hand to shake with the dark haired girl.

Amaranth accepted instantly but added as an afterthought, "Sorry if my hands are a bit clammy. I'm not used to this heat."

Bella smiled though her eyes were still downcast slightly from shyness. "I've lived here most of my life and I'm not used to it…So where are you heading?"

"Forks, Washington. I was in need of a change so I pointed to a random spot on my globe."

"That's so romantic," Renee piped up in a dreamy tone. Her eyes were half lidded and glazed over slightly. "If only you had a boyfriend to come with you. It would be like a fairy-tale." Amaranth chuckled at Bellas' obvious embarrassment. Renee seemed to have no problem with speaking what was on her mind.

Bella quickly changed the subject to reduce the chance of further humiliation. "I'm going to Forks too. My dad lives there. I thought I'd go see him for a while before I graduate, and give Renee a chance to travel with my stepdad Phil for a while."

"That certainly is nice of you. You're very lucky to have parents that want to spend time with you. Both of mine died before I could remember them." She was shocked by both of the saddened expressions that crossed the faces of her companions and quickly defended. "It's not a big deal! I mean, my aunt and uncle had enough sense to take me in for a while before I was kicked out. But if none of that would have happened I certainly wouldn't be where I am today. I'm sure they'd be trying to claw their way back into my life if…" She paused for a moment and smiled. "It's all in the past now. Nothing anyone can do about it."

"Oh…Hey, how old are you anyhow?" Renee asked. "They can't have kicked you out long ago."

"It was about a year ago." Amaranth said, most of the conversation had been based on half truths, but this, this was a blatant lie. It didn't settle right in her stomach, but she couldn't tell two perfect strangers she was really in her late twenties; especially when one of them would be living in the same town and possibly attending the same school. "I'm sixteen now though, and was able to become a legal adult. The joke shop I'm a partner with flourished after that."

Again Bella was the one to change the subject. "Amaranth…Isn't that a mouthful?"

"Do you wish to call me something else?"

The girl nodded, growing a bit bolder and more comfortable with the younger female. "You're name is just so long, I think we should call you…Fen."

"Fen it is then," she jumped a little as an announcement rang through the area that the plane was ready to be boarded. With a quick goodbye and a hug forced on the both of them by Renee, the girls got in line with their tickets.

The flight wasn't nearly as long this time and Bella had managed to talk a middle aged woman sitting next to Amaranth, or Fen as she supposed she would know as, into trading for the window seat across the plane. She'd finally gotten her nap, though it was only about an hours' worth of sleep, after explaining to her new friend the terrible time difference between London and where they were going. Next she new Bella was waking her and telling her to fasten her safety belt. The plane would be landing.

Bella was surprised to see—once they were off the plane—that her friend had nothing with her but her carry-on luggage, but she left it alone. The poor girl looked like she hadn't slept in a week. She broke the silence after a few minutes with a quietly asked question. "Do you need a ride into Forks? My dad is supposed to be picking me up…I could ask…"

"I don't want to impose," Fen said, stretching as they walked out of the terminal. She didn't get nearly as much sleep as she would have liked.

"It's Forks. You won't be that far out of the way. Besides, it would be easier than trying to take a cab. And you could get a little sleep on the way there." It was true that Fen hadn't got as much sleep as she would have liked and could probably go back to sleep again. She slung her coat over her shoulder in a male fashion which gained a few strange looks from the people around her. She paid them no mind they were stupid for paying her any attention at all. The airport was small, she noticed. Already they were approaching the double glass doors and outside she could see the thick gray rainclouds that hung in the sky. That was more like home.

"Bella!" A middle aged man with graying hair and mustache nearly yelled as he jogged up to her. He must have been her father if the similar looks meant anything. Bella didn't look nearly as much like her father as Fen did, but the similarities were definitely there. The shape of their eyes and nose was a dead giveaway. Bella pulled away after a moment and smiled awkwardly. She obviously hadn't seen him in a while.

"Dad, this is my friend Fen, we met in the Phoenix Airport…" Bella pointed towards Fen. "She's moving to forks."

"With no parents," He said in a loud disbelieving voice. "My my, you must be one of those, what's it called, emancipated kids they're always talking about on the news." He smiled and held out his hand. "Charlie Swan, you can just call me Charlie. I'm sheriff in Forks."

Fen smiled and accepted the hand. "Amaranth Fennel Potter-Black,"

"That's a mouthful." He grinned.

"That's what Bella said before she nicknamed me Fen."

Charlie continued to smiling like a mad man. His daughter had already made a friend, it was wonderful. "Well, you need a ride into town? I'd love to give you one, and I bet Bella already offered." It was true. Fen nodded though and agreed with a smile of her own. Charlie looked on in wonder as his daughter lead the girl to the cruiser. Fen was a masculine sort of name, it was a lot easier to say than Amaranth though, and she herself seemed a bit masculine, she was quite tall though. About his height and he was six foot two inches. That put her at around five foot ten inches or so. Perhaps it was an English thing.

"So," He said climbing into the drivers' seat and glanced into the rearview mirror. "What brought you here?"

"I needed a change of scenery." She answered simply looking out the window as Charlie started out of the airport.Cars were rushing by, likely in a hurry to get somewhere. Fen couldn't help but frown at them.For what reason was there to rush?Life was an unsure thing—even she could die—so rushing was the last thing she wanted to do. To enjoy the life and the beauty around her was what was important. "People are so ignorant." She muttered to herself.

The other two seemed to hear though. "Why do you say that?" Bella frowned.

Fen looked up and voiced her thoughts. They seemed to understand though, and allowed Bella to explain to her father that the girls' parents had been killed when she was a baby. Semiconsciously she raised a hand to the nearly invisible scar just above her brow. It had been fading nicely for some time. The human eye could no longer detect it. She could still feel it though, and vividly remember the days when it would pulse and bleed depending on Voldemort's mood. She was happy that those days were gone and that peace had come but she missed the comradeship that came with war.

Quickly the area around them seemed to change, from cement jungle to quiet serene forest. Every now and again a driveway would appear on the side of the road. Or a back road swamped with mud would come up. Charlie turned on the windshield wipers as the rain started and hummed a tune. Bella would look back every now and again as Fen rested with her head on the cool glass of the window. The rain was so soothing, it could almost put Fen to sleep with its' song.

"So," Charlie said carefully though still smiling a little, Fen doubted he had stopped. "You the one that's gonna live in the old Jackson place? The one on Elm?" the girl was shocked and nodded. He laughed a hardy laugh. "Not much the locals don't know about, isn't that right Bella? I saw the guy selling it the other day. He said it was bought a week ago, but he forgot to take down the sale sign until just yesterday."

Yep, Goblins were sneaky little devils.

Charlie studied his daughters' friend for a moment through the mirror. How could she have afforded the place? It was already paid for in full, all 819,000 dollars. It was shocking that she could afford it, but perhaps she had insurance money from her parents, or a trust fund. Not many people had trusts that big though, not that he knew of. Well she was from the UK, you could never tell straight away. He looked back at the road and was reaching the edge of town. "So…Bella, you excited about school?"

"Not really." She answered. "I don't know anyone."

"You know me." Fen said.

The mousy haired girl blinked. "Oh yeah…"

Charlie pulled up to a large two story house with a carport large enough to fit two and some junk. The outside could use a little work, but he'd been on the inside, before and had to say it was spacious. He noticed two cars in the driveway and was about to tell the girls to stay in the car. But Fen had already gotten out and was walking towards the vehicles, stopping at the old 1957 Chrysler Imperial Convertible and inspecting it before looking over the new Neon Green Mini cooper.

Charlie was stepping out of the car with his hand on his gun. Fen noticed and cocked her head to the side. "It's alright sir. They're mine…I was…making sure no scratches were put on them and nothing needed to be replaced." It was an obvious lie to her. Charlie seemed to calm down a little though, enough to remove his hand from his gun but he was still tense. She opened the coopers' door and grabbed the two sets of keys from the seat, shoving them into her pocket. The cars could be tested later. "Thank you for the ride."

"It's no problem…" He slunk around the house, checking the doors and windows for damage. Both of the girls laughed a little. He jiggled the front door handle and found that it was locked.

"Thank you for your concern," Fen smiled. "But I am quite capable of protecting myself, I'm not quite as good at keeping myself from getting lost, however. Perhaps I could have directions to the nearest Grocer? I'm afraid I shall need to go shopping."

Charlie walked back over to the car, feeling mildly better about the girl living alone, even if it was in the middle of the woods. "How much do you have to unpack?"

"My things should already be set up for the most part. I had my furniture and such brought earlier in the week." She was getting quite good at this lying thing, though it still left her stomach unsettled. Dumbledore would have been appalled she thought with a small smile. It had been a sad day when he had died, but a since of relief flooded her afterwards in knowing that he could no longer control every aspect of her life.

"Why don't you just follow us to the house and I can send Bella with you then? Sorry hun," he said with a little frown towards her daughter, "I gotta go meet with the forestry service for a little while. There are some wolves roaming around…it's normally not that big of a deal, but the people spotting them say they're bigger than any wolf they've ever seen." Fen observed the father and daughter, he seemed just as awkward around her as she was him…Maybe they needed to slowly get used to each others' company and they certainly wouldn't do that spending massive amounts of time in each others' presence. They needed to ease into it.

Bella gave him a half smile. "It's fine. I can guess we need groceries also?" Charlie laughed sheepishly and forked some cash over to the girl. "I remember the way to the store. We can just leave from here." The man nodded and got in. The engine rumbled to life and in minutes he was gone.

"Let me go put my bag inside." Fen said after a moment and pulled a key ring out of her pocket. She unlocked the door and set her bag on a counter. The door opened up into her kitchen, old with yellow vinyl floors and old white and blue cabinets and walls. The house was obviously much older than even the outside make it look.

Bella was leaning against the lime green mini cooper when Fen came out of the house twisting her hand in an off fashion, though the gesture was small Bella still noticed it. She brushed it off however as a random feminine gesture most females, even the tomboys, had.

The trip to the grocery store had been an interesting one. The stares were worse than the ones from the airport. At least there the people had the decency to avert their eyes. But not in the small town of Forks did they. Everyone in the store watched openly as Bella and Fen walked together down the rows with baskets in hand. Bella continued to put items in her basket, spaghetti was obviously on her list of things to have. Fen on the other hand picked up only spices, yeast, fruits, and vegetable among other things. All she needed now were things from the cold section.

Bella was almost floored to see Fen still holding her basket with one hand, while she had to use two and the girl already had twice as much as her. "Colds next," Bella asked, watching as her friend grabbed two bags of flour and a small can of baking powder, baking soda, and a bag of all-purpose flour.

Fen was secretly happy, if there was one thing she's learned from her aunt and Mrs. Weasley that had come in handy, it was how to cook, and bake…And how to do preservation spells. She looked through the prepackaged meats and deli's. She could slice her own foods with no trouble. Finally she grabbed a packet of steaks, and a whole chicken. Bella was looking at her incredulously. "What?" Fens' face turned red. "I like making my food by hand…It tastes better like that."

"…That explains a lot." Bella grabbed some ground beef and sat it in the basket. "I'm fine with premade foods."

Fen pouted, "Fine, I'm going to make you something and you're never going to like premade food again."

The girl laughed and continued to the dairy. After an astounding hour of shopping, they finished and went to the register. Fen paid first, with and ending total of $230 dollars. How she fit that many groceries in her basket, Bella didn't want to know, though somehow she herself, had managed to fit $120 dollars worth in the basket. She came to the conclusion shopping with Fen was dangerous. The girl from London seemed to enjoy herself though.

"Bella," She asked when they reached the Cooper. "What day does school start?"

"Tomorrow… It's a Tuesday though, so only a four day week. When I talked to dad last week he said they just changed over to block schedule here, so that's only four classes a day." It was a wonderful idea, but Bella somehow thought being stuck in one classroom with a bunch of people she didn't know for 90 minutes would be…frightening, hopefully she and Fen shared a few classes.

"I think I might go back to Port Angeles tomorrow." Fen stated. "I need to get some of this hair cut off."

"But I like your hair."

She rolled her eyes. "The only reason I have it so long is, because in my community, long hair was a symbol of elegance and class, the longer and better taken care of it was, the high in social standing you were…and aside from that, the weight gives me a headache…You can come with me if you want." Fen couldn't help the yawn that pushed itself through her lips. "I hate to shop and run, but I have to unpack still and get some sleep. So I think I should just drop you off."

Bella felt a little affronted but nodded anyhow. She enjoyed the girls company, but they hardly knew one another, and Bella had to unpack also. "That's fine. Thanks for shopping with me."

Fen laughed. "I believe it was the other way around."

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Upon entering her home Fen immediately grabbed her bag took the wand from the holster on her forearm and aimed it at blue walls. With a slightly disgusted look she muttered a small spell that changed the walls from robins' egg to canary yellow. It was just as bad as before. "I'll take care of it late." She said to herself, eyeing the walls.

She explored the bottom floor for a moment, taking in the stark white walls and hard wood floors. With a bit of decorating it wouldn't be so bad. She had a feeling she was going to need a little help though, perhaps Bella could help her furniture shop. "Oh…" she stepped into the room she guessed had become a library. Oak shelves lined two of the walls, leaving the east and south walls bare. The room was newly carpeted though, with plush reds. An oak desk sat in the corner with a brass lamp sitting atop it and a black futon sat on the other side. It seemed that the Goblins had furnished at least one room for her. They must have assumed she would want to sleep as soon as she arrived.

Opening her bag, Fen flicked her wand towards it, and allowed items to begin flowing out of it, filling the shelves with books and laying papers out on the desk. An owl perch seated itself near the window and the globe from her home in London sat in the corner where the shelves met. While this happened Fen pulled her wallet out of her back pocket setting it on the desk while going to snuggle down into the futon. It wasn't as comfortable as the fairy-made bed in London but it would do.

Before she realized it was six in the morning. It was a tapping sound on her window that woke her and groaning she got up to open it. Hedwig swooped in and landed on her shoulder, butting her master in the head again with her own. "m'ning he'wig." She yawned. "Did you have a good night?" the owl hooted happily and flew back to the window seal. "You want me to leave the window opened for you…okay, I'm going to ward it though, so no one else can get in though." The owl nodded in her strange way and flew off. Fen smiled. It was probably the first time Hedwig had ever gotten to be just an owl, just like it was the first time she had ever gotten to be just a student.

She showered and dressed in the most normal clothes she owned, being a pair of slightly too big faded jeans, a pair of high dollar white tennis shoes the twins had talked her into getting a few years back, and a white tee-shirt. She examined herself in the mirror—mindful to remember her female under garments and an under shirt—thinking perhaps she was going to stick out too much wearing so much white. The time was seven o'clock though, and she didn't have time to think about it. Fen grabber her newly empty messenger bag and slung it over her shoulder. It was old—left over from her days at Hogwarts—but it held up well. Grabbing a set of keys Fen was out of the house in seconds.

It took her about twenty minutes to get to the school, having missed it twice since she didn't notice the signs. In her defense the school was nearly invisible—surrounded by thick foliage—and the parts that you could see looked like an old mill. As she pulled in she noticed Bella getting out of an old truck that was covered in rust. Fen parked next to her and hopped out causing the girl to jump. "Sorry." She said with a small smirk, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "How are you this morning?"

"Tired. I'm not used to falling asleep to rain…It's so loud." Bella said, rubbing her eyes. She glanced at Fen for a long moment. "So, you really want to cut your hair off?"

"I do. Do you want to go? I have a few things I need to do, but it might be fun for you. And I need a female opinion on clothes and furniture." The dark haired girl frowned deeply as she and Bella began walking towards the main building where the office was located.

"Yeah, I'll need to stop by the house though, and leave a note for my dad." She paused in the office doorway. It was a depressing affair, with ugly green carpets and dirty yellow walls. Even the older woman behind the desk was depressing to look at. The two girls played nice though and smiled. Fen received her schedule rather quickly, but the woman had decided to chat it up with Bella while rearranging papers, pretending to search for hers. Bella looked around the room, nodding and responding when necessary, and finally they were able to leave.

She was shocked to find out that Fen was a sophomore. The black haired girl quickly explained that she was behind by the standards of the American curriculum, but was actually a slash. Half of her classes would be with the upper levels and half with the lower levels catching up on what she missed. It seemed to satisfy Bella's curiosity, which was a plus. The two chatted as they walked out of the building. The parking lot was full. People gathered around the cooper peeking in the window trying to get a glimpse of the driver. She should have driven the Imperial. It probably wouldn't have made a big difference considering the condition it was in. The Goblins didn't quite understand what she meant by 'toy with' apparently.

Fen and Bella parted for homeroom. The day became boring after that. Fen could do geometry with no problems and spend most of her first period math, going over properties of potions ingredients or doodling on her notebook paper. She got some odd stares from the students sitting near her, as if they were intimidated by her height. She was a bit taller than everyone else and made sure to find a seat in the back to place her things in before getting the teacher to sign her admittance slip. She had Civics and Economics after that, and forced herself to pay a little more attention, she wasn't sure, but it could help her and the twins a little. Somehow, she was unsure of the subject.

And finally, the bell rang. Fen walked slowly out of the classroom to the cafeteria building, hoping to the gods, that Bella and she had the same lunch. The lunch room was rather small in her opinion. But she was also more familiar with a lunch room bigger than the school she was in. Fen walked with a confident grace to a table in the corner and fished her bowl of fruits out of her bottomless bag while examining the room. It was made from cinderblocks, painted white and filled with gray tables. Windows lines one side and the lines for lunch were on the other. It wasn't really inviting at all. She was just taking a bite of an apple when she noticed a group of marble white teenagers walk into the room. Her eyes widened when she caught a look at their faces. Golden eyes…Pale skin. She vaguely wondered if they were also cold and indestructible. The bronze haired male stiffened and looked at Fen with wide eyes. 'SHIT!' She cursed in her head, bringing her occlumency barriers up so fast the boy winced. A he was a natural mind reader and a vampire. She'd written enough books to know what they looked like, but to find them attending a muggle high school was a little out of place.

There was a ruckus at the doors. Bella was dragged in by a tall blonde, and a brunet girl that nearly pushed her into the chair at their table. Fen pouted and waved. The mousy girls' eyes immediately lit with relief, and she stood, but the pushy girl knocked her back into the chair and began talking animatedly about school and the students, so instead, Bella motioned for her only friend to come to her.

Fen gathered her things, put the lid on her fruit and move smoothly over to the table. The slightly 'older' teenagers looked at her with a 'what do you want' expression. She ignored them and plopped down next to a boy with a camera around his neck. "Hullo Bella. How has your day been so far?"

"Hi, I'm Jessica Stanley, this is Mike Newton, and Eric Yorkie!" A girl said before Bella could respond and held out her hand. "You sound Australian!"

"If there were any of them around I'm sure they'd be offended right now." Fen said with a sarcastic smile and ignored the snort from the vampires on the other side of the room. "I'm from London. The Accent is quite different."

The girl retracted her hand and rolled her eyes, as she began talking to Bella again. Fen ignored them for the most part, reopening her bowl of fruit and sharing with Bella, and every now and then with whoever was brave enough to put their hands near her food. An attractive dark skinned boy called Tyler had, in fact, been the only one.

"…They're all adopted." She heard Jessica say and immediately looked up. "…Mrs. Cullen can't have kids I heard." There was a hint of malice in her voice that forced a small animalistic growl from Fen's throat. The beast that came into being with her animagus form didn't like that one bit. "…And they're all together. Like together-together."

"You can't help who you love," Fen hissed at her. "It's not as if they are blood related anyhow, anything that would come of a union between the two would be more genetically able than anything you would produce should you marry within the town." She crossed her arms over her chest and nodded to Tyler when he gestured to her fruit. "You really should learn not to talk until you get all of your facts. Or stop listening to the gossip mongers. Though, I should assume that you are the head of them, no?"

Bella frowned as she watched her friend's face flush. Jessica was instantly on guard. Her lips were curled and eyes narrowed. "What would you know? You're some poor kid from England." She noticed Fen's mood instantly lighten. "What?"

Fen just smiled and leaned forwards until her mouth was next to the Stanley girls' ear. "Your ignorance is showing." Promptly she gathered her things and left the lunchroom, presumably heading towards the next class she had.

Jessica looked as though someone had called her a crude name. "Can you believe her! Acting like she's so high and mighty! Did you see how she was dressed! A lesbian is what she is."

Bella finally snapped. "Shut up! You don't have any right to judge her just because she told you what she thinks of your stupid opinions of people!" She stood. "I don't know her well, but I do know she's not someone you want to mess with."

"Yeah, right." The curly haired brunet flipped a lock over her shoulder.

Fen reappeared next to Bella in the hallway and made a motion that said 'lets' leave'. "I haven't time, to argue with them all day, thanks for defending me though."

"That's what friends are supposed to do." Bella said, tightening her grip on her books. "What class do you have next?"

"Biology,"

"Thank god,"

Biology II was an interesting affair for both Fen and Bella. Most of the class was spent with Bella self-consciously sniffing herself, due to Edward Cullen's response to her sitting next to him. Fen had literally thrown her last blood pop at the boy—an upgraded version of the original blood pop(thanks to the twins) that had been made to satisfy vampires when Hogwarts had first been built—and gave him a look that said 'eat something sweet since you look like you've sucked a lemon'. He had averted his attention to midnight haired girl and looked at her curiously if not pained.

She dropped her barriers long enough to say 'just eat it, stupid bloody vampire.' The last part had slipped when before the shields were back up, but she shrugged it off, he would have found out eventually. Finally Gym had come. For some reason Bella had ended up in the class despite the fact that her coordination was negative eleven on a scale of one to ten. The last period though, was spent going over the curriculum for the most part then splitting into teams and heading outside to play base ball.

Fen laughed at Bella, she having been the first picked, by Mike Newton. The other captain, who ended up being Jessica refused to even look at Fen let alone pick her. In the end, because the teams had an even amount of players, Fen had been told to sit this one out, which was fine. The field was covered in mud and puddles anyhow. She sat in the bleachers looking around, when she noticed the Cullen family sitting atop a hill, watching, her or the game she didn't know.

"Heads up!" Tyler, the boy from lunch hollered.

She turned her head and reached out an arm just in time to catch the ball that was headed straight for her head. Jessica was pitching. She smiled, knowing it looked impressive, though she had caught things going much fast than the comparatively large baseball in her hand. With a raised eyebrow towards the blonde she walked over and handed the coach the ball. "Perhaps she shouldn't be a pitcher." Fen said carefully.

"Probably not," the coach agreed. He was obviously aware that there was no way Jessica's aim was that far off. "Stanley, detention after school."

"But dad!"

"No buts!" he snapped.

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ZHE END! Not I'm kidding. Anyhow, if you've read the story before then you'll notice that most of the beginning has been rewritten to an extent. I tried to stick what I originally wrote, and fix most of the errors in my grammar and spelling. And just for the person who complained I changed 'blood lolies' to "blood pops"

But anyhow. This one is a little longer. But about 1,400 words. I hope you enjoy it. I'll get the other parts rewritten soon also. 3 kay thanks!