I have fallen into a pit and I can't get out. Please understand that my will to write comes and goes. But I like this idea, and I've had it for years. I guess it was time to test the waters with this, please let me know how it is. Also this ignores for the most part half of Eclipse and Breaking Dawn, also I do not own anything.

Be like a lion and a wolf, then you have a big heart and the power of leadership. ~Unknown

The place in which she slept was always cold and dark. The light bulb that hung over her little padding that she called a bed, burnt out a few months ago and neither of her 'family' members would fix it for the little freak. Which left her in the dark, even if the sun was up. Her only comfort in the small cupboard came in the shape of small, frayed, and aged green blanket. On it was stitched a pair of deer. The buck and doe's neck were bent with noses touching, surrounded by a thick forest. Sometimes when she was really sick and Aunt Petunia didn't feel like it was worth taking her to the doctors, Harriet could swear the pair of deer would move, heads looking at her concern in their black threaded eyes.

So it was common to find young Harriet crammed into her small space once she was done with chores and cooking for her 'family'. But today she was sitting on her bed, nursing her throbbing arm. Sharp needle like pains traveled from her swollen wrist to her shoulder. Her uncle had never broke a bone on her before, he had left bruises and marks yes but never a broken bone. Because that would mean she would need to go the doctors and then she would get into trouble. The would find out how horrible she was and much of a freak she was.

Before she was pushed into her little cupboard the clock had read 12:05 pm, and little Harriet doubted much time had passed since then. Biting her already bruised and cracked bottom lip she tried to extend her painful arm and could barely get a muscle to obey. A piercing pain raced up her arm causing her to cry out. She quickly covered her mouth with her good arm to prevent more sound from escaping as she broke down and cried, in pain and in fear.

A few hours later or perhaps minutes and Harriet was able to gradually open and close her fingers, biting her bleeding lip to ignore the pain. Her face was hot and wet with tears as she deliberately moved her arm, she needed to be able to move it, because she needed to make dinner, but she was tired and her body was shaky. She leaned her head against the thin wooden wall of her space and silently asked for someone or something to help her. To make the pain disappear to make her 'family' love her and treat her like the child she was. Exhaustion slowly washed over her small frame, sinking deep into her bones and pulsating arm. Heavy eyelids fell over jade eyes, and her body relaxed as it slipped into a dreamless state.

Magic was said to be the forcefully bound to emotions, any spell must be dealt with the complete desire to do said action. If one would to send a harmful hex they must have the complete desire to cause harm against that person, or the spell would not perform as one wished. They say the best spells are done with a full inclination of hope and faith and happiness. And when a child is young, they do not know how to control their emotions into a solid shape to be able to direct a spell, thus what occurs is accidental magic. But when a child's will is strong enough, and their feelings are centered into a single thought, a single wish. Then that is called intentional magic. Little Harriet knew she was different she knew she was somehow freakish, so she put all her soul into her little wish, hoping that a miracle would occur.

Her magic was pure, her thoughts wholesome. Her magic was a living breathing thing, as all magical persons are, it felt her pain her suffering. So it granted her little wish, because it was magic. It would send her somewhere safe, somewhere where she could be loved for who she is, away from her 'family'. Magic was an unknown force, a physical law breaking being it followed no rules to physics or the surrounding events. It can change tables into frogs, heal fatal wounds, and make children feel safe and loved but it can't change a person into something they are not. And no amount of magic could change the hearts of young Harriet's 'family', so the only way to fix that was send her away. So while Harriet slept her magic thrummed, pulsating deep inside her body. Wisps of gold and green twisted in the air around her sleeping form. Invisible winds spun around the small cupboard disrupting broken crayons, dried flowers and small figurines that sat on the small shelving across from her 'bed', it moved her ebony colored tresses that rested over her tanned face. The magic waited softly embracing her warm skin, before gathering the small girl and green blanket up in invisible arms and disappearing.

Petunia Dursley nee Evans, paused in her reading. Something felt off, a strange coolness in the air, she stood pushing back the normal designed chair. She ignored her family's questioning as she moved into the hallway, the brats door was still closed. But something caught her attention, their standing in the middle of her nicely vacuumed rug was a pair of glowing deer. The buck looked at her, dark blue eyes filled is a disapproving gaze, while the doe regarded her with such a deep regretful look it made Petunia freeze. With one more glance at her the pair of glowing deer turned around and walked through the front door.

Vernon found his wife on the floor, staring glazed into an empty cupboard, void of any sign of child living there gone. "Pet?" he whispered, concerned. Petunia looked up at him, she was crying. "Lily took her,". Vernon grunted, and looked back into the empty space. "Good, no more freakish things then. And no more brats." He placed a large hand on his wife's thin shoulders. He gently lead her into the living, while ignoring his son's inquiry. He felt glad the brat was gone, but for some strange reason, he couldn't get Petunia's sorrowful face out of his head. "Lily was here".

His niece would never set foot into 4 Privet Drive again, his family would never hear from her again for she was gone from the house, gone from England, gone from their thoughts.

Heavy padded foot falls are dampened by thick layers of decaying foliage. Warm puffs of air curled over furred muzzles and sharp teeth. It was dark in the dense forest with only the full moon and twinkling stars giving light to the surrounding areas. But keen eyes needed not the bright moon nor the minimum lighting for even in pitch darkness they could see every detail of their forest. Something strange had awoken them from their sleep, and as a unit they went to find it.

The smell of ozone was thick, it sat unnatural in the air hovering. But underneath its strangeness they could smell fresh salt, iron and oddly the scent of mint and apples. They took deep lungfuls letting the ozone and iron fade out and focused on the sweet taste of mint and crisp apples.

Sam!

the unified voices of the pack echoed in their heads, it was laced with worry and concern.

A child?

How?

Hurt!

The black being shook its coat, clearing his mind of the others concerned calling, it understood that there was a child in the forest, hurt most likely, abandoned maybe why?! He sent out a call to his pack.

Where?

He followed the pull of his pack mates, he traveled quickly past ancient trees, and moss covered rocks. The winds whispering an unknown language against his ears as he ran. The pull lead him to a small patch of flattened ferns, lichens and wild ivy. Ten other large bodies stood in varies positions of uncertainness, they in unison looked over eyes flashing in the darkness of the forest as they watch the black wolf shift into Sam. He pulled on the shorts that he keep tied to his ankle and walked over to his brothers and sister. There on the wet earth was a child, dirty and small, it's breathing was harsh and quick. Sam was tempted to feel for a temperature for he was sure she was feverish based off the thin sheen of sweat on the child's face. Pitch hair curled around its face and body in a mess of twigs and dirt.

"What do we do" Seth asked as he glanced at the small form, he could only guess the child was female based off the floral printed shirt she wore and baggy pants. Both of which were multiple sizes too big, the shirt showed thing shoulders and protruding collar bones.

"She's hurt" the rumbling voice of Paul echoed in the silent night. All ten pairs of eyes zero in on the swollen arm, plastered with dark purple and black bruises. The bruises stood out even against the olive toned skin. A low growl resonated amongst the Pack, even though they didn't know the child, the idea of someone hurting a child and leaving them out here in the wilderness sent an uneasy feeling among them.

"I say we take her to the Doctors" Embry offered, bare foot toeing the ground as he looked at the girl.

"And how would you explain how we found her deep within washington forests at night?" Paul sarcastically remarked.

"Emily's" Sam and the Pack focused on Leah. She was squatting next to the unconscious child. Her hand looked huge compared to the small purpled fingers of the girls.

"I agree," Jacob's voice rolled over them, Sam noticed that is was deeper and had a heavy weight to it. "Take her Emily's" Jacob studied the small child, a frown set deep into his face. "She'll know what to do" The order was said, and no one questioned it as they followed suit. Sam rubbed his arms, soon very soon Jacob would be leading this Pack, but as of right now He was.

"Quil, Jared, Leah run ahead. Wake Emily tell her we are coming with a hurt girl. Quick" Sam called out as he lifted the small girl in his arms, she weighed less than a sack of flour he made sure her hurt arm was safely positioned so it would not jostle on the run to the house. Her face rolled into the crook of his arm, it was warm against his wolven body. It was disconcerting

"Let's go," Together the Pack moved, a giant force carried by the unified feeling of urgency.