AN: Umm…okay. I decided to write a new story with Harry Potter and Twilight. I know my other stories are falling behind in the updating category but really…it's not my fault! I don't know what to write. Even this new story. You have no idea how long it took me to think of how to start it, the title, how to introduce the characters, who the characters were gonna be etc. etc. It was hard!!!
Now…if you wanna see Katelyn's outfit…go to polyvoreDOTcom. And go to explore. Make sure you have the member search going on. Then type in 'fullmoon14' no capitals. No spaces. Just together. Hit search of course and then click on fullmoon14 and BOOM! You should be able to see the outfit. Now…if you are too lazy to look for it yourself…let me know…and I will give you the link.
Disclaimer: I don't own the canons or the places that were in the books that this story is based on. I own some characters and the plot. I think that's about it. Haha.
Warning: Ginny and Bella lovers…do not read this at all! And rated M.
Full Moon
Chapter 1: Katelyn Joan Beck
(Katey's POV)
I looked around my empty room. I would miss my room. I would miss my house. I would miss my school. I would miss my town. I would miss my city. I would miss my state.
I would miss my mom. I would miss my step dad. I would miss my cousins. I would miss my aunts. I would miss my uncles. I would miss my grandparents.
I would miss my friends. I would miss my class mates. I would miss my neighbors. I would miss my boyfriend. I would miss my enemies. I would miss everything and everyone.
I walked out of my empty room and I walked around my house making sure that I didn't miss anything that belonged to me and only. My house was slightly empty since my mother and stepfather were moving to Boise, Idaho while I was going to go live with my father for a while in Forks, Washington.
"Come on, honey. Let's go. You've got a plane to catch," my step father called to me from outside.
My step father, Jackson Alan, got married to my mom when I was about 8. Jackson has light brown hair and pale blue eyes that made him stand out in a crowd. He's taller than me and my mother. He is about 6 foot 2 or 3 inches. I didn't keep track as much. He's at least a year older than my mom and he has a great fashion sense for a forty-eight year old. He loves my mom a lot which she deserves.
My mother, Cherie Alan, it used to be Miller then McKinnon then some other name, then Beck and now it's Alan. She now has black hair cause she dyed it but she told me that her hair was a light brown or dirty-blonde when she was younger and around my age. She has dark brown eyes that almost look black. I look a lot like her but with some features of my face are me and others are from my dad. My mom is like an inch taller than me and she knew lets me forget it. I personally think she's half an inch taller than me. She loves my stepdad and I think they deserve each other.
Mom walked over to me and she pulled me away from my thoughts when her hand rested on my shoulder. "Katelyn, it's time to go now."
I turned my head to look at her and I nodded. "Okay. I'll be there in a few minutes."
Mom kissed the top on my head and she stroked my hair a few times before she walked back outside to the car.
I looked around the living room a few times before I walked outside to the car that would be taking me away to the airport. I saw my friends and boyfriend as I was about to leave. I gave them all one hug and a kiss to my boyfriend before I got into the car. I sat in the backseat and buckled my seat belt. As the car drove away I pulled my seat belt off around my chest so I could lean out my window and wave goodbye to my friends.
"Write to me!" I yelled to them and they yelled their agreements back to me.
"Katelyn, get back into the car," mom scolded me but her scolding tone was lighter than her usual scolding tone since she knew how much I was gonna miss my friends.
I sat back into the car and I pulled the seat belt back to the way it was supposed to be. I stared out at the window as we neared the airport. I stayed quiet. I didn't say a word. Not even when my mom or Jackson said something to me. Usually they would keep bugging me until I answered but today they let me stay quiet.
My heart sank when I saw the airport come into view. I felt tears form in my eyes but I wiped them away furiously and I stared at the front of the car to see my mom wipe some tears away from her own eyes. I unbuckled my seat belt and I leaned forward into my seat. I wrapped my arms around my mother from behind. "It's gonna be okay mom. I'm gonna be okay. I'll talk to you every day, I swear. Kay?" I asked her as I leaned forward more to kiss her cheek.
My mom sighed heavily and she patted my arm gently. "I know, honey. I know."
Before I knew it, I was hugging my mother and Jackson good-bye. My mom didn't want to let me go. She held me tight and she cried her eyes out. She had made me cry and cling onto her until Jackson separated us gently.
"Darling, she has to go now," he said as she broke us up gently. "We'll see her again." He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and held her closely.
I smiled kindly at him and then I smiled kindly at my mom. "I'm gonna miss you guys so much."
"Last call to flight G-39. Sunnyvale, California to Forks, Washington. Last call for bordering," the voice called over the intercom.
I sighed and I smiled awkwardly. "Well, I gotta go now. I'll call you when I get there, mom." I turned around and I walked away to the lady who was collecting the tickets.
000
(Forks, Washington)
I climbed off the steps of the plane and I walked through a little hallway outside that lead us to the inside of the airport. I noticed that I wasn't the only teenager there. There were at least two or three other teens on the plane heading here as well.
I hiked my bag up my shoulder more as I neared the doors that would lead me to my father, who I haven't seen since I was like five. Someone had already had the doors open and all I had to do was walk through them and not trip over anything. She stood off over to the side so she wouldn't be in other people's ways as she looked around for her father.
"There you are, sweetie," I heard a familiar voice say and I felt familiar arms wrap around me and hold me close.
I smiled and held my father close. "Hi daddy," I said quietly trying not to cry.
My father squeezed me tightly. "Oh! I missed you so much, angel."
"I missed you a lot too, daddy but I need to breathe."
He laughed and let go of me. "Sorry, squirt." He ruffled my hair up slightly before he took my bag and put it on his shoulder. "Come on. We gotta go get your bags."
I rolled my eyes as I shook my head but I was smiling. I jogged slightly to catch up to him.
My father was like this. He was on like all the time. My father, James Beck, was single. My father still loved my mother and he told her as she was leaving, "I will never find someone as good as you. So if you want me again…I will be here waiting for you." When I had heard he said this, I couldn't understand why my mother left him. My father was a great man. He had black hair, brown eyes, and he's almost as tall as Jackson was. I think my mother has a thing for guys who are tall. My father works with the police. He told me that he worked with the Chief Swan who was, as it says, Chief of the Police. The big guy. The head of the house etc. etc. My father loves his job a lot. He would never quit his job.
"So dad, still have the same job?" I asked him as we waited at the baggage claim for my things to come.
He smiled at me and gave me his look. "I have the same job and I hate how you make it seem like I hate my job. I love my job and you know it."
"Yes. I do know dad. I just thinking that maybe you listened to what mom and I have been saying. 'Get a job that won't risk your life.' And by the looks of it, you ignored our wishes."
"You're making me sound like the bad guy for going for my dream."
I looked at the baggage claim and I saw that the luggage was starting to come out for people to collect. I saw my bag immediately and I walked over to it. I grabbed it and I pulled it over with slight difficulty.
"Here. Let me take that, squirt," my father said as she grabbed my luggage and took control of it. He walked to the exit wheeling my luggage behind him.
"Oh, umm…thanks dad," I thanked him as I followed him out of the airport.
000
(Father's House)
Dad pulled up in front of the house that he had been living in ever since I was born. He parked the car and he stepped out. He closes his door behind him and he headed to the trunk where my luggage was and he took all my stuff into the house.
I stared at the house that had not changed at all. I stepped out of the car almost slipping and breaking my neck. I obviously was not wearing the appropriate clothing for Forks, Washington. I grabbed my hoodie and I put it on instantly. I even pulled my hood over my head because it was raining as well. I rushed into the house carefully so I could get out of the rain without breaking anything.
I looked around the house and I realized that the inside and outside of the house hadn't really changed. Same living room with old and new pictures. Same kitchen with the same piled up dishes. Same laundry room with the same good and bad smells. Same upstairs hallway with pictures of me and my relatives. Same one bathroom situation. Same father's room. I think the only thing that was different was my room. Which thank god had changed and from the color pink to the color of blue.
"A lady helped me pick out the stuff for your room because I wasn't quite sure what you liked. You like blue right?" My father said as he had walked into my room with my stuff.
I turned around and I smiled at him. "Yeah. I love blue. I'm glad you changed it. I don't like pink as much as I did back then."
He nodded and he looked around awkwardly. "Good. All right. Well, I think I'm going to let you go and unpack. I let you know when we're going out to dinner." And with that dad walked out of the room closing the door behind him softly.
I lifted my luggage onto my bed and I began my fun adventure of unpacking all of my stuff. I placed everything where I wanted and how I wanted. I put my laptop on the desktop table and I plugged it into the charger so I could use it later tonight if I needed too. I plugged my phone into its charger as well in case anyone would try to call me. After all that kind of stuff was done, I sat on my new bed and I moved around a bit to try and get settle. I let out a huge breath and fell back onto my bed to stare up at the ceiling.
Hello, my name is Katelyn Joan Beck. I am seventeen year old girl. I have chest length dirty-blond hair with lightish-darkish brown eyes. The color of my eyes depends on the lighting. Dark lighting, dark eyes. Light lighting, light eyes. Normal light, hazel or so. Four inch forehead. High cheekbones. Pink full lips. A cute nose that looks normal. Normal size ears. I am about five foot three or four inches. I have a normal weight for my age with normal curves and normal developments. My name is Katelyn Joan Beck, goodbye.
AN: Well…that was my first chapter of a new series that might occur called Full Moon.
I dunno why I named it Full Moon. I was thinking of names that had to do with Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn and with a little Harry Potter. Since in the world of Twilight there are werewolves but they change when they get upset aka angry, but in the world of Harry Potter, werewolves change every FULL Moon. So yeah…I guess that's kinda where the title came from.
I know this is a Harry Potter Twilight crossover and I know that most of you are like 'what the hell?! Where's the Harry Potter part that comes into this?' Well my beloved readers…Harry Potter is not to come up until possibly the third chapter. So review and I will post.
Now…if you wanna see Katelyn's outfit…go to polyvoreDOTcom (take the word DOT out and replace it with a '.'). And go to explore. Make sure you have the member search going on. Then type in 'fullmoon14' no capitals. No spaces. Just together. Hit search of course and then click on fullmoon14 and BOOM! You should be able to see the outfit. Now…if you are too lazy to look for it yourself…let me know…and I will give you the link.
Got it? Okay…now…review!