SILENT MIND – YEAR 1 Crossover: Harry Potter / Twilight
Summary: Absolute AU – Crossover story.
After accidentally discovering that she is witch, Bella Swan must begin her studies in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In spite of being sorted in Slytherin, the most loathed and bad-rumoured house of school, Bella becomes friends with Harry, Ron and Hermione for everyone's surprise. During her first year, Bella must learn a lot about the magical world which is even more dangerous and weird than she thought at first.
A/N: Okay, here it is, the first story in "Silent Mind" series. I do not own any of characters, they belong to J. and Stephenie Mayer. I just borrowed them and mixed up together.
Bella's POV.
Characters: Severus Snape, Bella Swan
Shakespear sonnet Nr. XLIII (43.)
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
Chapter 1 – The incident
If there is one thing I would never be able to understand than it definitely would be men obsession with fishing. As soon as Charlie saw the picture of new fishing kit in local newspaper, he had to go and find it. I refused to accompany him and so we made agreement to meet after few hours back in motel. Charlie went to find the store while I slouched away on my own along the crowded street with various stores on both sides.
The trip to London was a great idea. I cannot deny that I would miss the heat, sunlight and deserted Arizona landscape. The air in British islands is too moist and chill for my liking, however maybe I should take it as some practice time before going back to Forks. The weather condition was similar to Washington state.
Since my parents divorced and Renee moved along with me to live in Pheonix, Arizona, I rarely had a chance to see Charlie, except for two weeks every summer when I was kid. Now, however, I will have a chance to catch up the time we both missed, because few months ago Renee remarried and it became the reason why I am here.
Phil was really nice guy, but he played baseball in minor league and travelled around a lot. Sometimes I do not know who Renee was trying to fool, telling that she does not mind at all staying home with me when it was pretty obvious that she missed him. My loving, erratic mother. She used to say I was born already thirty years old due to how I took care of things in our life. Now she had Phil and I felt like I could and even had to give them more space.
And so I made decision to spend some time with my dad, Charlie. He lives in small town, called Forks, Washington state, where he is the Chief of Police. Charlie was more than happy when I told him that I had decided to move in with him. He even took a vacation and organized this trip for just two of us, so we could spend some more time together, to get to know each other better.
Though we did not speak much to each other – one thing we have in common is that we both are sort of singletons – we still have a great time together. I was kind of surprised to find out that Charlie held more interests than fishing and watching sport games on flat screen. Or maybe he simply did his homework, reading a lot about London and its most famous places. Anyway, Charlie brought me to nearly every place in this city that was worth to see.
Deep in thoughts, I simply strode forward, paying little attention to my surroundings until something caught my eye. Across the street, between the bookstore and music record shop was battered facade of the inn, called "Leaky Cauldron". I stopped in front of it and stared at the people who were coming in and out of it. Most of them were wearing robes, similar to what I have seen in illustrations of child stories about witches and wizards.
The most intriguing was that the others seemed not to notice neither strange looking people, nor the inn itself. My curiousity won and I crossed the street to get a better look at it. At the door I paused, then reached out and pushed the handle down
The inn was dark and murky, mostly due to the lack of electric light – instead on each wooden table stood a candle, casting spooky shadows on the walls and people's faces who sat in corners, chattering quietly. The bartender polished glasses and chatted with a strange-looking old woman who sat at the counter and drank something that resembled beer, only the liquid in her glass was bright green.
No one even looked up at me as I entered the inn. That gave me courage to move further into the room. I slowly walked toward the stairs, wanting to merely take a look at what was upstairs. There were two men sitting at far table on the left corner, half-hidden in alcove shadow. I had to walk past them to reach the stairs. I pretended not to notice, but it did not prevent them from noticing me.
"Hello, beautiful! I don't recall seeing you here before. Why don't you sit with us?"
I squinted at him. The speaker was blond man in his mid-thirties, with angular face. His thin lips curved in unpleasant, jeering smirk as he scrutinized me up and down with cold, calculating eyes. According to the count of empty glasses before him, I could tell that right now he was in very inebriated state.
"Don't, Isaac, she's not worth it" his companion quietly mumbled, emptying his glass in one go. "Look at what she's wearing. Definitely Muggle-born."
"Shut up and let me have some fun," the man, named Isaac, hissed, still staring at me as if I was something edible. The intensity of his gaze made me to shiver.
Maybe if I will not engage in any form of conversation, they will leave me alone. The previous interest about this place was long gone as I turned and walked away, but Isaac suddenly stood up and grabbed my hand, roughly pulling me backwards.
"Come and have a drink with us," his voice was just as cold as his look. I shivered again, hoping he did not noticed.
The grip on my forearm tightened as he pulled me even closer until I could smell the alcohol in his breath. A quick glance around confirmed that everyone seemed to be too deep in their own to notice building conflict in the furthest corner. That mean I had to deal with intruder on my own. With an effort I wrestled my arm out of his grip, took a step back and glared at him.
"Don't touch me!" I said loud enough in hope for someone hear it and pay attention.
"What's the problem? Do you think we're not good enough to accompany you? Think you stand above the others, little tramp?"
I was not certain, what was more offending – his words or the tone of his voice. Isaac noticed my discomfort and grinned, once again reaching out to grab me, but I slapped his hand away. "I said, don't touch me!"
"Quite spirited, eh?" Isaac's voice dripped with unhidden menace. "I bet she would be more fun than the others I used to meet."
"Let me go!"
I pushed him away with all strenght. Isaac did not kept his balance and staggered backwards against one of tables. The noise finally got attention from the people in bar who paused in their conversation to look at us. Some of them started to raise up from their chairs, ready to intervene, while the others simply watched the conflict with an interest, what would happen next.
"Isaac!" the bartender shouted across the counter. "Leave that girl alone or you will never come to my bar again!"
"Shut up!" Isaac's bare teeth were clearly visible in dim candle light as he snarled at bartender. "I'll give a lesson to this Mudblood! Teach her a little respect!"
He suddenly pulled a wooden stick from under his robes. His companion tried to stop him, but Isaac punched him in guts, knocking him off his feet, then he pointed the stick at me and shouted something in a language I did not understood. The tip of his stick suddenly glowed in green light and, even though I had no idea of what was happening, it did not looked good.
My reaction was purely instinctive – I raised both hands and held them in front of my face in desperate, useless attempt to cover myself. Time slowed down until seconds seemed like minutes, but minutes turned into hours. And then everything changed.
I felt a warmth within my body - it flew through the veins into my palms and before I could do anything more than blink, a bright, bloody red burst of light at first enclosed my fingers, then shot forward simultaneously with green light from man's wand. Both jets collided and exploded like a nuclear bomb.
The force of blast threw me back into the wall. Wood splinters, a sad remnants of what used to be tavern's furniture, were scattered all over the place. My attacker also was thrown off his feet, his face half-covered in blood. Those, standing closest to us, had dived for cover the moment of explosion and now slowly crawled out, staring in disbelief at the size of devastation.
I shakily stood up, my legs trembling both in fear and shock of what just occured. For a moment there was nothing I could do but stare at my hands. Did I just shot a fire from my palms? Or was I slowly going mad and this was nothing but a serious hallucination?
As frantic whispering started, I realized that everyone was looking at me with wide eyes. Some of people looked scared, some were angry. In an outburst of cowardice, I gained control over my body and willed it to move. Before anyone could stop me, I run to the door, pushed it open and practically lounged out on street, running as fast as I could, trying to get as far as possible from this place before anything else happens.
Charlie glanced suspiciously when I finally reached the motel, panting heavily. I quickly came up with some fib that I run onto a very large and angry dog that chased me down a few blocks. Lying never had been my thing, but thankfully Charlie seemed too engrossed with his new fishing kit to not notice my stammering and pathetic blushing that could easy give me away.
I left him alone with his new toy and went to my room, checking the lock twice before finally collapsing in bed. Only now I could allow my body reaction come to surface. Cold shiver run down my spine as I recalled what occured only an hour ago. I checked my hands over and over again, however could not find anything unusual, anything at all that could explain what the hell did happened to me.
All I know that whatever it was, it would not remain without consequences. And the more I think about it, the more I wished for this trip to come to an end so we could go back to Forks, too far from here for any of those weird people to find me and pick up revenge.