The Things Isabelle Black Puts Up With:
Unexpected:
I watched as Edward sped of into the forest. He left me. Boy's got guts, let us hope no one actually finds out he dumped me in the middle of a forest, especially Mrs. Weasley. Good thing I'm not emotional about such things. I have a feeling that Isabella Swan would be in deep depression right now, but Isabelle Anastasia Black refuses to sink that low and let a man be the center of her universe. I've already been there.
Besides, I have bigger things to deal with like, oh I don't know, the crazed serial killing wizard by the name of Voldemort. Or Voldy as I call him, hey, he already wants to kill me, I see no reason not to give him a nickname that he would inevitably hate if he knew about it.
I sighed, now to get out of this forest. I looked around me.
Which way is Charlie's house?
Howl.
Please tell me there are no werewolves here. Real werewolves, those animagi I can deal with as long as I have my wand.
I searched through my pockets, it should be here somewhere.
Another howl.
I checked again. Nothing. Come on! I've never been outside Charlie's house without my wand, now that I actually need it.
Scratch that.
Where's my over-protective vampire when I need him.
"Edward!" My pride is shattered, I'm actually calling for him to help me, "Edward! Get back here!" Next time save my life before you go of galloping off into the forest, it will be much appreciated.
Another howl.
I squealed, and started running in the general direction of the house. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why didn't you memorize the way back?
Because I was with Edward, and never felt like I was going to need it.
Fat lot of luck that did you.
"Shut up!" I said, and then realized I was fighting with myself. Talk about at war with yourself
I kept running until I tripped. I tried to get up, but pain shot up from my ankle and I fell back down. You've got to be kidding me. Why am I always getting a sprained ankle in the forest?
If I ever meet Voldy alone in the forest, I'm a goner.
I sighed. Stupid vampire, leaving me in my time of need. What perfect timing he has, I thought as I picked up a clump of dirt, threw it, and crossed my arms over my child. I'll admit I looked a bit like a pouty child.
"Stupid bipolar vampire." I said, "other than being able to read people well as a human, he must've also had multiple personality disorder. To think, I actually started to fall for him." I laid down on the grass. The sun was still high in the sky. I wonder how long it would take for Charlie Swan to start looking for me. He fits the father role pretty well, he should be starting to panic right about now.
. . . .. .. .. . . .
I woke up to the sound of voices. I looked up. Sam Uley was carrying me, his attention diverted to who ever was in front of him.
"She's okay, just a few scratches and a sprained ankle." He said as he put me down in a chair. After that, I blocked everything out. Hey! I was still tired. I was vaguely aware that Charlie, and Billy Black was there.
"Come on Bells." I heard Charlie say, "we're going home." I nodded.
"Thanks for finding me." I said.
"No problem." Sam said. I nodded politely, and then followed Charlie outside. I got into the police cruiser, and Charlie took the other side. I frowned. Not because I was in a police cruiser which would get a lot of attention, I just hated cars. I grew up in a pureblood family, and we never used cars very much. Only when we had to, Mrs. Weasley - or mom - says that it pollutes the air too much.
"You sure you're okay, Bella?" Charlie asked.
"Yeah." I said. No, no, no, I sound so unconvincing. Like a broken-hearted teenager, which I probably am deep down. Deep, deep down.
"Does this have something to do with Cullen?" He asked through gritted teeth. I rolled my eyes, he's even protective like a dad.
"Sort of, he moved." I said, unemotionally. Ha ha! I can control my voice and face again.
"Without telling you?" He asked, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Eesh, better calm him down before he rips the thing out.
"No, he told me. It's okay though. I never really liked him that much." I silently cursed myself, Never liked him that much. That's like the most used line when in denial after a break-up.
"Well, why were you so deep in the forest?" He asked. Curses! Here comes the interrogation.
"I lost my way." I said.
"He left you in a forest!" He shouted, "Dumbledore's going to kill me." Dumbledore had trusted him to keep me safe.
"We've been there lots of times, he probably thought I knew the way." I said. He nodded stiffly. We came to a stop in front of the house. I scanned the house, and my eyes stopped on a flying object in front of my window.
No. Wait, that's an owl. Oh my god. That's not just an owl, that's Nightwind, Tonks' owl. Thank god it's dark outside, she blends in almost perfectly.
I got out of the car, and walked to the door. As soon as I stepped inside I ran upstairs, and opened the little window.
"Nightwind!" I hissed, and motioned for her to come in. She seemed weary. Then I remembered that my appearance was altered. I rolled my eyes, you'd think Night wind would recognize me, none of my facial features are different, and he's supposed to have an amazing memory.
I stepped back a bit, and changed back to my original appearance. My brown hair turned black, and my eyes turned grey. Many people thought I looked exactly like my mother in terms of physical appearance, something I took as a compliment, but in terms of coloring I was all Dad.
"Better?" I asked the owl, it looked at me with calculating gold eyes - which looked frighteningly like those of the Cullens - and nodded once in approval. She flew in, and landed on my desk. A letter was attached to it's leg, I quickly took it off - as quickly as you can when you're possibly one of the clumsiest people in the world - and gave the owl a treat. Poor thing must've been tired, it's a pretty long flight from London.
The owl took off, and I looked down at the letter in my hand. It was from Tonks.
I opened it, and read it to myself;
Dear Izzy,
I'm losing my sanity, and I'm not even in Azkaban.
You can blame everyone else for that. They've been worrying
since the day you left. It really is tiring acting all mature all the time. Remus,
and I have to keep everyone under control. Harry, Hermione, and Ron are
thinking of going after you. Endearing, isn't it? You really do have the most amazing
friends - myself included. However, it is quite annoying. Now, on to the good news,
Dumbledore says you're going to be able to come back in a week! Thank god, I
don't know how much more of this I can take.
Love, Tonks.
P.S. Even if Dumbledore decides you shouldn't come back soon, come anyways,
be a rebel.
I shook my head. Tonks was still the same, and she still calls me Izzy, no matter how many times I threaten her. Wait! A week.
My mouth fell open, my eyes widened, and I'm sure I would've squealed like an idiot if I wasn't in a state of shock. I'm going home! In one week! Right now, I'd be doing a victory dance, but I'm not because I have some coordination problems.
. . . . . . .
It has been three hours, and I'm incredibly miserable. It's like something's missing. Edward, perhaps? It's quite lonely without him, even though it's a bit of a relief as well. Without him watching me with an amazingly watchful eye, I was able to let my English side and my rather big attitude show.
"Well, there's one good effect that comes from being dumped by your vampire boyfriend." I said, my accent coming out once more. It felt good to talk normally again.
"Bella." Charlie said, "there's a letter from Dumbledore." At that I think I actually squealed, and then ran down the stairs at a speed that could rival Edward's. Okay, I may be exaggerating there, just a little bit.
I also might've ripped the letter out of his hand. Not that you can blame me. This may be the letter that said, 'Dear Bella, you can come home now. Oh, and I admit that sending you to the vampires for this insipid little quest was extremely stupid.' Oh, the very thought was exhilarating. I ripped the envelope up, and took the piece of parchment, and read it intently.
Dear Isabelle Black,
I am pleased to inform you that your little stay with the Cullens
is coming to an end. I should hope that your quest has not been all in
vain. There will be someone coming to get you in approximately four days.
I am sure everyone will be delighted to see.
Sincerely, Professor Albus Dumbledore.
Four days! That's even less than a week. Though I would rather go back today. I miss everyone terribly. Even Draco. He's a jerk to everyone, but he's my cousin so I can't hate him like everyone else does, I can only dislike him very deeply. Yeah, I'm a family person.
I suppose I should start packing my bags today.
"From that expression, I take it you're allowed to go home." Charlie said, I nodded excitedly. I admit that if the letter had come a couple days earlier, I wouldn't have been so excited, but now that Edward and his family are out of my life, going back to England is the best thing for me. Back to real friends. I'm sorry, but the kids from Forks High are just so . . . so . . . annoyingly selfish.
"Thanks Charlie," I said gratefully. "For everything.
"No problem kid." He said.
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A/N: My first Twilight/Harry Potter fanfic. I know Bella's incredibly OOC, but I just wanted her to be more independent. She does like Edward, a lot in fact even though she'd never admit it, but he's not the center of her entire universe. So what did you think? I know it's a common idea that Bella goes back to Hogwarts after Edward leaves her in New Moon, but I'll try and make it a bit different.
I hope you liked this chapter, and I hope you review as well.