This is a Twilight/Harry Potter crossover. Please be gentle this is my first crossover with Harry Potter.

Chapter 1

Bella POV

Hello. My name is Bella Potter. I am a 16 year old girl with brown eyes and brown hair. I am currently living in Forks, Washington with my 'father.' Now I will tell you the whole story since you at least know where I am. Forks isn't my home nor my home town. I have not even heard of such a bloody town till I was sent here. That is correct, I was sent here. Lets start from the beginning.. Shall we?

I was born in London, England on September 13, 1993. I didn't have any siblings. It was just me, my father James, and my mother Lily. But that all changed a year later. When I was a year old my parents were killed. And I remember the whole thing clearly as if it was yesterday.

I was sitting in my high chair when the door banged open. I was in the kitchen with my father and mother so I couldn't see who came in at such a horrid time of night. Father went to investigate while Mom stayed with me. I heard an evil laugh of an unknown person. "Lily take Bells and run!" Dad shouted from the living room. Neither mom nor I knew what was in their but we didn't wait to find out. Mom grabbed me and ran up the other staircase. She ran into my bedroom and shut the door, locking it.

Mom put me in the crib with the blanket over me while standing in front of me. Guarding me from whatever entered the house. I heard a scream downstairs. I didn't think anything of it then. But now I know it was my father's. I heard footsteps on the stairs. My mother was trebling but being strong. The door was knocked down and I couldn't see any faces just dark masks until they entered the room completely.

The first one was scary looking. He didn't really have a nose. And his head looked like a ball of wax of some sort. But his eyes were creepy. They shown that he was excited, happy that he was trying to kill my family. Even though I was scared of the scary man I didn't let that show. I was going to be brave like my mother.

Behind creepy man were two other people. Both had on silver masks and dark outfits. The creepy man looked at my crib and told my mother to push aside. She wouldn't. She would protect me even if it cost her to take her own life. And it did. "Avada Kedarva!" The man shouted, pointing a stick at my mother. Out of the stick came some color magic thing. It was odd. It went at my mother and she screamed a blood curling scream. I remember covering my ears as silent tears streaked my cheeks. My mother fell to the ground, not breathing.

The man stepped over her to me. But there was some kind of shield protecting me from his touch. He touched my forehead and his finger burned. He was astonished. That night he left with his friends. I was still alive but he left me a mark so I would never forget who killed my parents.

I was brought to the only family I had left. Which was with my Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and cousin Dudley Dursley. My Aunt Petunia was my mother's sister. This family was horrible. But they were the only living family I had left. And I was only 1 years old! They raised me. I am not going to say the raised me well. Because they didn't. I didn't have my own room. I lived in a cupboard under the stairs for pete sakes! What a wonderful home, eh?

While my Aunt and Uncle treated Dudley like a king. I was treated like complete garbage. When I was around 8 years old things started to get weird. I had been told my parents died in a car crash. I believed it. But that obviously wasn't the truth. I remember the day I had got my letter from Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry School.

Flashback:

I had been sleeping in my cupboard when I heard some intense pounding on the ceiling. I groaned. "Wake up, Potter!" Dudley yelled. He had been jumping on the stairs. I quickly got out of bed and walked into the kitchen with my plain dark sleeved pink night top on and gray sweatpants. They used to be Aunt Petunias. I never get my own clothes.

What I really wanted to do was go take a shower and put some nice, clean clothes on. But I have to make them breakfast. That's right, me an 8 year old is making breakfast for these people! How wrong is that! Most 8 year olds don't even know how to cook toast! But I guess I am not most 8 year olds.

In the kitchen Aunt Petunia was sitting at the table waiting for her meal. "Where are my presents?" Dudley asked. Today was Dudley's birthday. You would think that since he adds on a age he would become more mature but no. "Your father is getting them, honey buns." Aunt Petunia said to her son. I believe I might have puked in my mouth when she called him that.

Just then Uncle Vernon walked into the room with two full bags of presents. He poured them out on the floor and Dudley stared at them. "How many are there?" He asked. "36." Uncle Vernon answered him. "36? Last year I had 37! The is one present less." Dudley yelled. Annoying boy. "But this year they are bigger." Aunt Petunia said. "Bigger? I don't care if they are bigger." Dudley said. "Alright. We will go and get you two more presents. How about that?" She said. Dudley still looked mad but nodded, glad that he was getting his way.

"Isabella where is our breakfast!" Uncle Vernon yelled. I flinched when he called me Isabella. I hate that name. I have told them to call me, Bella. "Coming." I said. I just finished with the pancakes. I put three on each plate and then handed the plates out across the table. I had made 2 extra so I could have some later. "Isabella, syrup!" Uncle Vernon said. I growled quietly. I got the syrup and put it on all the pancakes.

They started to dig in so I went over to my pancakes. Suddenly Dudley said, "Can I have some more?" He hadn't even finished his own stack! "There aren't any left." I responded. "Yes there are. I see 2." He said. I growled and gave him the damn pancakes. He seemed all happy now that I don't get breakfast. Fat twerp. Then the Dursley's left to go get Dudley his two presents. I was glad they left.

First thing I did was clean up the whole kitchen and wash the dishes. Next I went to Aunt Petunia's closet I picked something that she had never wore and had forgotten about and put it in the wash to shrink it both a pair of jeans and a purple sweater. Then I hopped in the shower, I washed my hair using her old shampoo it was a coconut kind. When I got out I put on the jeans and sweater that now fit perfectly.

I cleaned up the bathroom then I brushed my teeth. When I was down with that I looked at my hair. My brown hair flows down my back. I don't have anyone bangs but if my Uncle and Aunt ever let me go out in public I will want some to cover up my scar. My scar is a lightning bolt on my forehead. I have no clue where I got it from and why it is permanent. I brushed my hair then went back downstairs into my 'room' if you can call it that.

I sat on my mattress and looked at the locket that hung around my neck. I could never open it, I figured it was from my parents though so I always had it around my neck. 'Bella' was written on the front in a beautiful script. I have never let the Dursley's see this necklace they would most likely take it away and sell it.

I grabbed the only other possession I really owned. My book. Wuthering Heights. I love that book and have read it time and time again. I started reading where I left off until I heard the Dursley's come back. Uncle Vernon opened my door. "Reading that darn book again." He said and grabbed it from me. I tried to grab it from him but he walked into the living room and threw it into the fire. I yelled, "No." And tried to grab it but Uncle Vernon held me tight. I kicked and punched him.

I watched until the book was no more. "Stupid girl." Uncle Vernon said and slapped me across the face then he grabbed my arm so hard I knew there would be a bruise and pushed me on the couch. "Sit. Stay." He said as if he was talking to a dog. I had to sit there and watch Dudley open his presents.

I rubbed my cheek from where he slapped me. Uncle Vernon has done things like this before. He has slapped me, pushed me, and sometimes hit me. I do actually have bruises on my body from when I didn't do something he liked.

Just then I heard the mail slot. "Isabella go get the post." He said. I winced but got up and went to get it. I walked over to the door. And started to look through the letters before I went back to the living room. Bill. Bill. Bill. Bill. Bill. Letter to who?

Bella Potter

London, England

The Cupboard Under The Stairs

Okay this was kind of creepy. I never get mail. And how did they know to call me Bella? And where I live? I flipped over the back to see a weird stamp but opened it up. I pulled out a letter and read, 'Dearest Bella Potter.' I was about to keep reading when I heard someone coming. I quickly threw the letter in my bedroom and shut the door. Then I started walking towards the living room with the mail. Uncle Vernon came up to me. "What was taking you so long?" He asked. I shrugged. "You weren't looking through our mail were you?" He asked. "N-No sir." I stumbled. He threw me against the wall. "You better watch it. We can just throw you out of the streets." He said.

"Maybe I would rather be on the streets." I said. I said that out loud!? His face became angry and he narrowed his eyes. "You are this close-" He made a tiny little circle with his fingers. "-to getting booted out. Shape up." He growled and punched me in the gut. He walked out of the room and I slid down the wall onto the floor. Ouch. I took some deep breaths and stood back up. I ran into my room and picked up the letter. I read faster than I ever have.

'Dearest Bella Potter,

We would like to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We know that you don't know everything but Bella, you are a witch. Both your parents were wizards also. You can come to the school and learn your training. Your list of supplies is enclosed. You most likely don't know about any of this so listen carefully. Tomorrow the Dursley's are going to the Zoo and you will stay home. After they leave I want you to pack all of your belongings and sit in the living room. Do not go near the fireplace. I will see you then. I promise to explain everything.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore'

What the hell does that mean? I am not some freak! I am just Bella. Just Bella. How does the Dumbledore guy know everything about me? I didn't like where this was going. I tucked my letter away then turned off the light. If this guy gets me out of here, I will have to personally thank him.

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A/N:

What did everyone think? I hoped you liked it!! Next Chapter will continue the flashback but it wont last too long. Please Review! I would like to know what you think! Thanks everyone! I love you all! :]

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Love, Vanessa

(Vanessa Cullen 17)