A/N - Okay I know what you're thinking, why is she uploading another story if she has a hard time uploading the other story but I'm afriad the plot bunnies attacked me and me write this down.

Anything you recongise comes from the writing Goddess's J.K Rowling and Stepeine Meyers

Chapter One - Adopted

Bella's POV

It was the weekend, I didn't keep track of the days anymore but I wasn't in school so logically that meant it was the weekend. I had finished my homework, doing more than was necessary. Now I was left with too much time on my hands, even my well practised numbness couldn't deal with over exposure to free time. I needed to keep my mind busy, off topics that were sure to start my heart racing, my breathing irregular and leave me feeling like I had been trampled on.

He had left me and I had no desire to continue on without Him, I only did so for Charlie and Renee's sake. The only thing that really mattered to me anymore was the numbness, it helped me block out the glorious memories that tore my heart apart.

"Bella," I heard Charlie call. I wondered what he wanted to now as I got up from where I was lying on my bed, he couldn't be possibly trying to send me back to Renee again, like last time he called me down. We had already gone threw that and it wasn't pretty. Charlie had tried to send me to Phoenix a week after He had left me. I was pretty sure it was nearing the end of November, two months since that night. Two months since my reason for living walked out on my life.

I made my way down the stairs, I hadn't bothered getting dressed properly, I had just thrown on the first thing I had seen. Which happened to be a pair of old sweats and an old faded green tank top. I haven't worn anything blue since the night of my party (other than denim) it reminded me of Him. My hair was thrown up into a messy ponytail.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs I walked towards the sitting room, that's were Charlie usually spent his time when he wasn't at the station.

"Yes, Dad?" I asked as I entered the living room.

It wasn't just Charlie in there like I had expected, there was two other men that I hadn't heard come into the house. I suppose I had the numbness to thank for that.

It took me a second to realise how weird these men looked. One looked older than anybody I had ever seen before. He had long silver hair and an even longer silver beard that he could have tucked into his belt. His face was extremely wrinkled and he had blue eyes that seemed to twinkle. I didn't even know what to call what he wore they seemed to be a cross between a cloak and some sort of dress, the only word that Bella could think to describe them was robes but that was just ridiculous. Well, his robes (?) were a deep lilac colour.

The other man seemed the exact opposite, he had greasy black hair (Bella was sure it was the kind of grease that came from being near fumes) a large, hooked, nose and brown almond shaped eyes that were so dark they looked almost black, the exact same shade and shape of her own eyes. His sallow skin was also like my own, the kind that stayed pale no matter how much sun you got. His robes were black, he seemed to radiate darkness.

I turned to look a Charlie after analyzing these two men. I was sure Charlie could see the questions in my eyes Who are they? What are they doing here? That was when I noticed Charlie playing with a loose tread hanging from his sweatshirt. It was a sure sign he was nervous. Charlie never usually fidgeted, it actually annoyed him when other people did it. He was also avoiding my gaze. What was going on?

It was the silver bearded man who spoke first, breaking the awkward silence. "You must be Isabella," he said, his voice was bright but his eyes, though twinkling, looked haunted as though he had seen one to many thing go wrong. I was sure my eyes held the same expression, minus the twinkling.

"Bella," I corrected, my voice cracked, I realised I hadn't said a word today until now.

"Well, Bella, I'm sure you're wondering why we're here," he said, his blue eyes darting from me, to Charlie, to the man wearing black.

"I'm wondering who you are," I clarified, best start with the easy questions when the men looked like they did the answers surely couldn't get weirder than their appearances. I could feel the slight crease appear in my forehead at the sound of my voice, it sounded dull, lifeless, even to my own ears.

"Oh, how very rude of me, I'm Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Professor Dumbledore said. I spluttered, I must have heard him wrong, right?

Then on second thought, if there was vampires why couldn't there be witches and wizards? Why couldn't there be a school that thought them 'Witchcraft and Wizardry'?

This was one messed up place, where creatures from story books walked around outside. Wasn't there any story that was purely a myth? Maybe I'd come across a werewolf next I thought sarcastically.

My heart wrenched at the thought of mythical creatures- vampires to be exact. Not to long ago all I had wanted was to become one and spend forever at His side. Unfortunately that life had been ripped from under me.

I nodded, I didn't trust my voice to speak after my inner reminiscence , I was sure it would brake before I had finished whatever sentence I would have said. My gaze landed on the dark haired man, waiting for him to speak.

"I am Professor Snape," he said, keeping short and simple. Probably trying not to send me into shock or something. I supposed that would have been the reaction they would get off any normal person. Then again I had never been normal. Normal people didn't date vampires.

So they were wizards, that didn't explain why they were sitting in my living room. I looked back at Charlie, looking for some kind of reassurance but he was still avoiding looking at me. Apparently his shoes were now very interesting.

Silence filled the room, it looked like nobody was going to tell me what was going on. "Why are you here?" I asked not caring if I sounded rude, after all they had invaded my home. Thankfully my voice had gone back to normal but it still sounded dead, I guess the numbness effected that too.

I was surprised when it was Charlie who spoke next but it wasn't directed towards me but at the two strange men sitting on the couch, "I haven't told her anything," he said still looking down at his shoes, his words made no sense to me but both the men sitting on my couch nodded. I tried to get a better look a Charlie, I had once been told my face was like an open book (I flinched at the memory that came with the thought) but Charlie was the same as me. Maybe if I could get a look at his face I'd have some idea what was going on.

It was hard seeing as he was looking anywhere but me but from what I could see he looked sad and…ashamed? I wasn't sure.

"You haven't told me what?" I asked. I wasn't surprised when nobody answered. It seemed like everyone had been keeping secrets from me.

I closed my eyes and counted to ten, trying to control my temper. It's the strongest emotion I've felt since He left me. I opened my eyes slowly. "Is anyone going to tell me what's going on?" I asked, I could clearly hear the edge on my voice, maybe I wasn't so good at controlling my temper.

It was once again Professor Dumbledore who answered me, "We have come to collect you."

I turned to Charlie. "Are you trying to send me to some sort of shrink?" I demanded. I thought we'd already been through this. I was not leaving Forks. There was no discussing it.

"No, no," Charlie spluttered quickly, he remembered all to clearly what had happened when Renee came. "But I think it's a good idea you go. You haven't been anywhere since He" -I flinched- "left," Charlie said, finally looking up at me. His eyes looked tortured and I immediately felt guilty. I hadn't fooled him one bit.

"I'll try harder," I promised. I couldn't leave. It wasn't that I wanted to be in Forks. I need to be in Forks, it was the only place I could be sure that He existed.

I heard a cough behind me. The two men, who had gone ignored during the exchange, were now looking at them with confused expressions. I remained silent. It wasn't any of their business what was going on.

"Why are you collecting me? What do you want?" I asked I was surprised at how cold my voice sounded, nobody was going to make me leave Forks.

"It has to do with your heritage," Professor Dumbledore explained, I looked towards Charlie. What was the man on about, did I have some sort of genetic disease.

"I don't follow you, am I sick?" I asked, finally emotion returned to my voice, though I wasn't sure if I was happy about that or not, it meant the numbness was leaving. I needed the numbness.

"No, no," said the oldest person in the room, "You have magic blood running through your veins."

I looked towards Charlie yet again, he didn't seem in the least bit magical. Maybe it came from Renee she always was a little bit crazy.

The logical part of my brain, the part unaffected my vampires, told me this couldn't be true. "I don't believe you, magic isn't real," I told both men. They both looked understanding this had been the reaction they had been looking for earlier.

"I can prove it to you," said the older man, I was wondering if this Professor Snape ever talked. Didn't look like it.

Professor Dumbledore took out a stick from his pocket. Was it a wand? The idea was laughable.

I stared as he made flowers appear. It looked pretty real but I had seen magicians do that before. I wasn't impressed. "I've seen people do that in shows," I said sceptically, an emotion I hadn't felt in months. Maybe this was their plan. Did Charlie hire them to break me out of my zombie like state? It was working.

I stared in awe as the dark haired man flicked his wand and a snake appeared out of thin air. Okay, maybe they were magic. The snake broke the silence by hissing before Professor Snape banished it.

"So….magic's real," I said a little awkwardly. I suppose I should have known that. After all He couldn't have been anything other than magical. I wanted to ask did vampires have any part in the magical world but I couldn't do that without revelling the secret that I guarded with my life, even though it didn't concern me anymore.

"Renee?" I asked Charlie. He knew I was inquiring about where the magical blood came from. Charlie looked away from me. Were those tears I saw in his eyes? I'd never seen Charlie cry before.

Again it was Professor Dumbledore who answered me, was he immune to tense climate that was currently in the room because he seemed cheerful. "Neither Charlie nor Renee have magical blood in their system."

I was going to ask then how was I magic but then it struck me. I had never done anything remotely magical in my eighteen years.

"If I'm magic, then how come I can't do spells or anything?" I asked directing my question at the bearded man, after all he was the only one I was getting answers off.

"When you were little, I performed a spell on you. The spell blocked your magical core from the rest of your body," he explained. I didn't know what I should feel, maybe rage that he messed with my body like that but I couldn't muster it, I was glad that the numbness hadn't completely left me then.

"Okay," I said moving onto the question I had originally planned to ask him, "If Charlie or Renee don't have magic blood, then how do I?" I asked, it didn't add up to me. Then again I didn't know how things worked in their world.

"Well, you don't actually have to have magical parents. Many witches and wizards are muggle-born," he said. Then seeing my questioning gaze he explained further. How was I meant to know what muggles were? I had only just found out that magic was real, "Muggles are non-magical people but you're-"

I cut him off, "So, I'm a muggle-born," I couldn't stop the excitement that leaked through into my voice but being a witch, it sounded cool and looked it by what I've seen so far.

Dumbledore looked towards Charlie with troubled eyes but it was nothing compared to what Charlie looked like, he looked devastated, I imagined I looked like that when Sam found me in the forest.

"Would you like to tell her?" Professor Dumbledore asked Charlie. There was more? Was my magical ability not enough to handle for one day and I thought my life would be some way normal when They left. Not that I wanted it, I would rather be crazy if I could still have Them in my life.

Charlie shook his head, it didn't look like he could speak right now anyway. Dumbledore looked at Professor Snape. I doubted he would tell me, he had barely opened his mouth since he had come here. I was right he shook his head as well. Once again the burden had fallen on Professor Dumbledore's shoulders to tell me what everyone had been keeping from me.

"Your not muggle-born," I was about to but in and point out I had to be seeing as Charlie and Renee weren't wizards but he held up a finger to stop me.

It seemed everyone in the room took a deep breath, waiting for the next words, the words that cancelled out everything I thought I new.

"Your adopted," the words left his mouth and hit me like a ton of bricks.

A/N - I hoped you liked the first chapter. Please review and let me know what you think :)