so here's my next story, and it's kind of different in the sense that it does not feature a particular character from either Harry Potter or Twilight, but rather features a new set of character's i've created (with the help of my friends for some names) that live in the Harry Potter world (with a little bit of Twilight thrown in).

And i know you're not gonna think the first chapter is interesting, or the second, or the third, or even the fourth and fifth, but if you skip to chapter 14, then maybe you'll want to read more. and i most certainly hope you do.

Life is full of opposites. And everyone has a secret to keep from someone else.

In case you're wondering why I said this, just look at me. I'm an average girl, raised in Birmingham, England, right?

Wrong. First of all, I've only been here for about a month. The thing is, I've moved so often that you wouldn't notice, because I fit in just fine.

Let me just give you a short intro on my life before now.

My Inuit name is Puyuk, but in America and elsewhere, like most of the people I know up here, I go by an American name. Elizabethe, with an extra e. I guess it's actually English.

I was born on July 16, 1995, in a small town in Alaska. My I'm not going to name it, because you've most likely never heard of it anyways. My father was native to Alaska, but he died in a freak snowmobile accident when I was 2. My mother, who was from Derbyshire, England, disappeared a year later. Max told me she was distraught after his death, so I've come to assume she just wandered out in the snow with no desire to live anymore.

Auntie Max technically isn't my aunt, so I've come to call her Max. She was my mother's best friend, maid of honor at the wedding, etc., and until a month and a half ago, my guardian. I've lived with her and her children since my mother disappeared 11 years ago. She'd always tell us stories as kids.

Max told me they were all real: how the winds were created, why this is this and how that came to be; and how Inuits became wolves.

I was especially sure of that one.

You see, during the winter, when I was about five, Max's eldest son Bryce, who was about fourteen, came down with a fever. At first he actually was sick, but we had all gotten over that cold in a few days. He was shivering with the chills for two weeks before he finally stood up and ran away. We found him all right, but Max put together the pieces and figured it out. So occasionally, Bryce would run out of the house and we'd look out the window, and sure enough, a wolf would be running off in the distance. I don't know why Max was so surprised when this happened, but maybe its some freaky genetic thing that happens only every few generations.

Well, when I got a particularly bad bout of the flu a year later, she started worrying about me. I guess she thought that I had the same gene. Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Anyways, I turned out fine, but that cold caused me to have a seizure, and I just kept having them after that. If I did have that freaky gene, I've been spared from shape-shifting because I'm a girl (after all, were- means man); if I didn't have the freaky gene, then I'm just another case of epilepsy.

When I was ten and a half, Max told me about my mother; who she was, and where she went to school. My mother was a witch, and she attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, somewhere in England. It was like, really weird that all this fantasy stuff was just popping out into our world. I was sent to Salem, Massachusetts (ironic, isn't it?) for an all-girls (witches) boarding school, because Max thought the weather was the closest to the harsh winds and snow of the Alaskan tundra.

It was the warmest place I'd ever been in my life.

After two years of feeling so very far away from my family, I moved to a different school. Same idea, but half way across the country in the other Salem. It was much more comfortable to see the same ocean as the one I grew up in, even if it was warmer than Massachusetts. It was even better that it was closer to Alaska than Massachusetts (I know it's a stretch, but it really is closer).

When my family visited, Bryce and his super-sensitive wolf nose told us that Salem, Oregon was dangerous. Nothing bad had happened, but just to make him feel better knowing that I was safe, Max sent me off to Birmingham, England, with two magical foster-parents so I could attend Hogwarts.

And here I am.

so obviously i don't own any of the things from the harry potter/twilight world, because no one on fanfiction does. although i guess every author on fanfiction owns their own characters that they've created, don't they?

also, i would like to point out that just because a fanfiction doesn't include romance, doesn't mean it's bad, or not worth reading. savvy?