A/N I really don't like Twilight all that much. A lot less, now, because of all the hype surrounding it. It's annoying. But I like Harry Potter, and I guess Twilight isn't the worst thing out there (Especially because I read the un-edited version of the story 'My Immortal' on this website. Now it's edited and better) I write fan fiction mostly so that's why I'm writing this. Bella is the other Chosen One. (Let's see how bad that turns out, shall we?) It takes place during what should have been Harry and his friends 7th year at Hogwarts. It's weird, and that's why I'm the one writing it. Sorry this was so long, had to tell a lot. Haha enjoy! P.S. This starts when the wedding was disrupted.
Fantasy's Collide
Prologue
During the wedding reception, everyone had been having a good time. Talking, laughing, and dancing, everyone was happier than they had been for a while, especially since the return of Voldemort.
Which is why everyone stopped, when that silvery lynx came through the canopy above them all. Everyone froze, and turned to stare at it.
Then the patronus spoke, in the deep voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt.
"The ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."
At first it was completely silent, most only just realizing what had happened. A scream pierced the silence and sent everyone into a panic. Everyone was running around, many disapparating.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione tried to find each other. Harry and Hermione finally found Ron, and immediatly disapparated. Hermione was aiming to go to Tottenham Court Road, the first place she thought of. Unfortunately, there was a mistake. They somehow ended up in a place they had never heard of, let alone been to. They were somehow transported to the small town of Forks, Washington, in America.