DISCLAIMER:J.K. Rowling and Stephenie Meyer own it all

BPOV: I was sitting in the den reading pride and prejudice. Mum was cooking dinner for the two of us as always when there was a knock at the door. I got up from the chair that i was reading in and dropping my book not bothering to mark my place in it. I quietly called out "I'll get it" to my mum knowing she'd here me above the sizzling of the skillet.

Once i got to the heavy mahogany door and pulled it open,said my happy hello,and looking up from the old area rug that claimed the floor of hallway;i couldn't believe my eyes. There stood a woman around 5'7 a well aged, kind but strict at the same time face and brown but graying hair. But no that wasn't the strangest aspect about her she also was dressed in the most peculiar emerald green robes that reached her ankles,black boots,black rimmed half moon glasses in which her brown eyes peer out over top of in an assertiveness that chilled me to the bone.

"Hello this is the residence of Renee and Isabella Swan?" The strange woman asks. I nod my head answering yes without speaking all the while wondering how she knows my name and too dumbfounded by her appearance and knowledge to correct her by telling her to call me Bella. She looks at me expectantly. "Your mother is here?" she phrases it making it sound more like a question. "Oh,yes sorry m-mum!" I stutter out. My mother comes walking out from the kitchen in her cooking apron saying "Bella what on gods green earth is so important?" then she looks up from her hands shes drying in a dish towel and looks perplexedly between me and this strange woman.

The woman decides to cut in here "You must be Miss Swan it's a pleasure to meet you; I'm Minerva McGonagall." My mother extends her hand for a shake and Minerva takes it. "The pleasure is all mine." Mother mumbles. "Perhaps we can sit some where to talk?" Minerva suggests. "Of course come into the living room we can talk there" Mother says distracted. Thats my mother always scatter brained. I mentally roll my eyes. Minerva takes a chair while mum and I take the couch sitting next to each other silently pondering what this mysterious women could have in store for us.

"Well,Minerva may i call you Minerva?" mum asks. "You may but if you and your daughter agree to my proposition then Isabella must call me Professor McGonagall"now to me Professor McGonagall answers. "May i ask what exactly is your proposition?" mum questions. "Well I'm a teacher from a school called Hogwarts I'm here about your daughter." "What does this school, Hogwarts have to do with my daughter?" asks mum. "Well Mrs. Swan Hogwarts is a fine institute that teaches...gifted children how to...understand themselves better." Professor McGonagall explains. "Wait! What do you mean gifted?!" I ask horrified of the answer. "Miss Swan have you ever found yourself in pressured situations where things happened when you where angry or upset, things that were extraordinary,things that you couldn't explain that no one could explain?"

FLASHBACK TWO MONTHS AGO

"Well Swan what are we reading here" Lauren Mallory snidely asks snatching up my copy of Hamlet by William Shakespeare she snorts. "As if prince charming's ever gonna come scooping you up to rescue you" Lauren says thinking shes clever. I just silently laugh at her not even bothering to correct her stupidity. "Wipe that freaking smile off your face you stupid slut!"Lauren screams at me. All of the sudden i feel an anger that feels like flames licking at the insides off my body while i glare at her suddenly my book rises some how levitating and starts to smack her on the head...hard. Once her and her cronies have been chased off by my attacking book it comes back to me and lands on the pile with my text book i stare at it disbelievingly. After that i decide not to tell a soul about what happened that day. And i prayed to the gods that Lauren and her friends wouldn't either.

END OF FLASHBACK

I come out of my memories that Ive tried to lock up inside me to never remember again but unfortunately deems itself impossible. I look at Professor McGonagall suspiciously once again wondering how she seems to know so much about me. I sigh. "yes that has happened a number of times." Mum cuts in again "I still don't understand what all this has to do with my daughter." she speaks firmly meaning she wants an answer now. "Well you see" Professor McGonagall says handing me a letter "It means your daughter has been excepted into the school of Hogwarts witchcraft and wizardry" She says with a rye smile.

a.n. This this is my first twilight fan fic so please be gentle and review instructive criticism is accepted!