Bella Swan? I'm Rosie Black!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight.

Chapter 1

As I looked into the mirror, it's weird to think of how different I looked. It's funny how everyone sees me as Bella Swan with my long, mahogany hair and chocolate brown eyes, and let's not forget the unnaturally pale skin.

My real form, however, was completely different.

My name is Rosie Black. The daughter of Sirius and Hannah Black, best friends with Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. And a pure-blood witch. And the Girl-Who-Lived.

It's quite scary to think that I was there on that Halloween night with the Potters. It's even worse to think about how Lord Voldemort murdered my godparents, Lily and James Potter, and then proceeded to kill my own mother. And then, of course, he tried to kill Harry and I – who were in the same crib – and completely failed. He lost all his powers, weakened by our mothers' love for us.

So my father, discovering that his former best friend Peter Pettigrew had sold us out, went into a rage and got framed for murder. He ended up in Azkaban until I was thirteen, when he escaped. I'm so glad he's back now.

I stared into the mirror once again, before closing my eyes and focusing on my natural look. I felt the familiar feeling of an egg being cracked on my egg before opening my eyes and seeing my true self.

I loved being a Metamorphmagus.

I was relieved to see my long, curly blonde hair. I had missed it so much. And my eyes. So blue they were almost like violets. So my dad said, anyway. I may have my mother's hair, eyes, and Metamorphmagus abilities, but my features were all of my father's. The Black beauty, so people called it. Everyone in the family had the same pale skin, high cheekbones, aristocratic nose and heavy lidded eyes. It's amazing how good looking we all were despite the amount of inbreeding over the generations.

I looked down at my clothes in distaste, mentally reminding myself to put on my wizarding robes before I went back to Hogwarts.

Thank Merlin I'm leaving this place.

I had hated Forks as soon as I arrived with Charlie Swan, who was actually an ex-Auror and a good friend of Dumbledore's and was ordered to look after me. Thank Merlin we both know Occlumency, otherwise Edward would've known everything just by looking into our minds.

I sighed and looked out of the window. Edward left. Does that mean I should go back now? I really missed my dad. And my friends. Surely it wouldn't hurt?

Without even thinking more of it, I quickly took out some parchment and a quill from where it was hidden under my bed and started writing.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

I know I was sent here for my own safety considering Voldemort returned last year (which is stupid by the way, considering Harry wasn't sent away as well), but I'm really bored and I miss everyone. I'm aware of how whiny I sound right now, but please Professor, I've missed everyone so much.

Rosie Black.

I double checked the letter and ran downstairs quickly. I was planning on getting my owl, Midnight, to send it, but the journey would've taken at least two or three days.

"Charlie?" I said. He gave a grunt from the living room. "Can you please create a Portkey sending my letter to Dumbledore's office?

"Yeah, where is it?"

I walked into the living room and saw him pulling his wand out of his pocket. I handed him the letter and he muttered a quick "Portus!"

Not five seconds later, the letter vanished.

"Thank you!" I grinned, giving him a hug. "I'm going back home as soon as he sends a letter back.

Charlie raised an eyebrow. "And what if he doesn't give his consent?"

I smirked. "I'll go home anyway."

"Just like your father," he chuckled. "You've still got an American accent, by the way."

He pointed his wand towards me and did a nonverbal spell. "Talk."

"Hello my name is Rosie Black," I said, grinning at the sound of my British accent. I've never really realised how much I missed it.

"I'm going to go change into my robes," I said, and went to the huge cupboards in the kitchen where all my wizarding stash was, including my wand.

I've really, really missed my wand. Eleven inches, mahogany, with a phoenix feather core. The same core as Harry's and Voldemort's. I dug around the enormous cupboard for a while before finding the clothes. Without even seeing what it was, I quickly changed into it and threw my Muggle clothes in the bin. It took a while to pack my bag as I couldn't do magic outside of Hogwarts, but it was worth it as I pictured seeing my dad and friends again.

"Rosie! You've got a letter from Dumbledore!"

I flew into the room with my belongings and rudely snatched the letter out of Charlie's hands.

Dear Miss Black,

I was correct in my assumption that you were not very happy with me. However, I do not regret sending you away. After all, it was for your own safety. You do not have the Blood Wards as Harry has, for you grew up with Mr Lupin who is not related to you by blood. However, I deem it acceptable for you to return – I know your father has missed you very much. Tomorrow at noon Mr Lupin and Miss Tonks will be at your house to take you to Headquarters.

Have a nice night, Miss Black.

Professor Dumbledore.

P.S. This letter will burn as soon as you've finished reading it. It will do no good for it to land in the wrong hands.

I jumped back, startled, as the letter quickly burst into flames in front of my eyes. I hissed in pain as the fire licked at my fingers and dropped it onto the floor. As soon as the pain left I felt annoyance. Headquarters? Headquarters for what? And I just packed my bag, which was useless as I wasn't leaving until tomorrow. I sighed in frustration and picked up my favourite Muggle book, Pride and Prejudice, hoping to kill time until I had to go to bed.

Ah well, I may be bored now, but at least I'm going home tomorrow.

A.N - As you can see, I'm rewriting the first few chapters because they're so awful.