I know this has been done many times before, but I've recently been reading a lot of fanfics and thought what the hell let's have a crack at it.

Isabella Lillian Potter defeated the Dark Lord and moves to Forks, Washington trying to lead a normal life. The girl-who-lived will soon discover that her life will never be normal, when a family of vegetarian vampires steal her heart. Moony, Padfoot and Prongs are alive: James Potter is current Minister of Magic; Remus and Tonks are raising Teddy; and Sirius is currently Head Auror. Set obviously after Bella graduates Hogwarts and defeats You-Know-Who.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Harry Potter or Twilight... They belong to JK Rowling and Stephenie Meyer respectively. I own the changes to the plot, the minor changes to femHarry/Bella Swan's personality and any unrecognisable character.


May: the middle of the muggle school year. I climbed out the old beat up muggle truck. I haven't really mastered the uses of a car door, so I scrambled out of the window. Falling out the window in a burst of clumsiness, I was caught by a male student. The male muggle laughed. 'Try the door next time.' I mumbled under my breath: the muggle continued to talk. 'I'm Mike Newton. Haven't seen you around here before.' I threw a polite smile towards Mike. 'I'm Isabella Swan... but Bella will be just fine thanks.' An expression of realisation crossed Mike's face. 'Right! You're Charlie's daughter from England.' Mike placed me down. Charlie Swan is an old family friend of Professor McGonagall. Charlie's a squib, so has agreed to be pretend father to me. I had spent the weekend with Charlie, watching him in his job as Police Chief. Police Chief is sort of like the Head Auror in Muggle terms.

Mike hadn't walked away and followed me through the school grounds. 'Is Forks wet enough for you?' I chuckled out of politeness. 'It's perfect... so you were born here?' Mike shook his head. 'Nope. Sacramento, California... family moved here when I was ten.' Mike didn't follow me into the school office. I wondered over to the receptionist with a smile. 'Hello. I'm Isabella Swan.' The receptionist was rather large with red hair and spectacles: which magnified the woman's small brown eyes. 'Good morning, dear. You must be Charlie's daughter... I'm Ms. Cope.' Another polite smile appeared on my lips as Ms. Cope started to search for my timetable.

I was now absentmindedly glancing into a mirrored window, wondering if I'd dressed appropriately for a muggle school day. Hmm... A cute black vest under a leather jacket with high-waisted skinny jeans and black boots. I should spend less time with Padfoot's old flying motorbike. Ms. Cope knocked me from thought, handing me a lesson timetable. I wondered back through the school grounds, speculating the subject bi-ol-ogy. I think Professor Burbage said bi-ol-ogy's how muggles study plants and animals. It should be interesting. The class had already started when I arrived: I apologised. 'Sorry I'm late... I got a little lost. I'm...' The male muggle interrupted me. 'You're Isabella Swan. Come come. Take a seat next to Mr. Cullen.' I turned to locate the stool that the muggle teacher had offered me. Mr. Cullen's appearance shocked me. Mr. Cullen was inhumanly beautiful with pale white skin and molten gold eyes. Mr. Cullen was a vampire: indeed a very fine example of one.

Mr. Cullen tensed uncomfortably as I sat next to him. I was once told by a vampire that my blood is particularly potent. I felt guilty for causing Mr. Cullen harm. The golden irises told me that Mr. Cullen is what's termed a 'tame' vampire: though I like to think of them as vegetarian. The term 'tame' is given to any vampire, who maintains a vegetarian diet. It's fascinating to meet one, they're somewhat rare. There was a very old wizard named Charles Goodwin who was transformed by an unnamed vampire. He transformed seven other souls, all of whom are vegetarian by nature. His two daughters where both magical and attended Hogwarts alongside my parents. Dad tells me that Goodwin's two daughters are my godmothers, but I've never had the pleasure of meeting them.

The bi-ol-ogy lesson continued with me observing Mr. Cullen's behaviour: wand in hand just as a precaution. Mr. Cullen seemed to be struggling with his thirst. I hadn't failed to notice the darkening of his irises from molten gold to onyx. 'I apologise for the discomfort I'm causing you.' I whispered silently, so that only Mr. Cullen would hear me. I heard a section of the bench break off under Mr. Cullen's grip. I chuckled. 'Really. I'm sorry. I'll try and smell less appetising tomorrow.' Mr. Cullen didn't make an attempt to respond to my apology. I had written countless parchments about the vampire law for Professor Binns. A vampire shall not reveal themselves to humans, unless said human possesses that of magical talent. If any vampire shall expose their species to the humans, the punishment shall be death to the vampire and the human be their last meal.

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I'm used to risking life and limp in many different scenario. I have a godfather who's a werewolf. I managed Draco Malfoy being a complete arse for the past seven years. I don't mind that the Cullens might kill me. I could even handle a rouge Death Eater hunting me down and torturing me senseless. I can't though stomach three muggle guys squabbling over me. Mike Newton has friends: Eric Yorkie and Tyler Crowley. Throughout lunch they bickered for my attention... And Jessica Stanley pointed out the lightning shaped scar that I have hidden beneath a thick fringe. I've just arrived home feeling very homesick and completely frazzled. I quickly escaped upstairs, curling up with my childhood teddy bear: Mr. Snowball. 'Poppet. You know that old bear's charmed to detect your emotions?' Uncle Padfoot's sudden appearance made me jump. He chuckled. 'Sorry... Didn't mean to scare you.' I threw Mr. Snowball in Sirius' general direction. 'Hey!' I glanced towards Padfoot to find him pouting. I giggled, throwing a pillow. 'Padfoot! That's cheating!' Uncle Sirius always makes me feel better. 'So... The famous Isabella Potter isn't capable of handling a few hormonal muggles.' Padfoot flinched, as I beat him over the head with my remaining pillow.

Sirius' pout makes it near damn impossible to ignore him. 'Please Bells... Tell Uncle Padfoot 'bout those horrid muggles.' I grumbled. 'You're so frustrating.' Padfoot winked. 'That's me, Fawn.' A small smile appeared on my lips. I haven't been called Fawn since that fist Quidditch match against Slytherin. I missed being called Fawn... I miss dad so much. I ultimately decided to send dad a patronus, to tell him, that I love him. 'Awww Bells. That's real cute.' Padfoot's condescending tone earned him a whack over the head. 'Padfoot, you're such an arse.' Sirius chuckled. 'You know you remind me so much of your mother.' Another rather larger smile appeared on my lips. I look like a female version of dad with usually untidy black hair, but I have mum's green eyes and temperament.

Dad's patronus soon appeared: his voice filling the room. 'I love you, Bells.' The stag-like patronus vanished, leaving a piece of parchment on the floor. I retrieved the parchment, reading the note scrawled across it.

Hi Sweetie. I thought that I should probably warn you about your Aunt Luna's coven. I should probably also warn you about your Aunt Luna. Aunt Luna is part of the Cullen family. I am not sure whether your Aunt Luna is back from her holiday yet, but it will only be a matter of time. She'll be rather excited to see you... Oh, and if Padfoot's with you, tell him to get his arse back to England. He has Death Eaters to roundup. Love Dad. p.s. There's been another prophecy about you:

The love of the chosen one shall be tested:
facing her darkest hour she'll be forced to choose...
The love of the endless night or the love of the life within her.

The letter left me speechless: not another prophecy. Padfoot snatched the letter away from me, reading it with a dopey smile on his face. 'You've met the Cullens?' I took a few seconds to contemplate a reply. I explained the biology lesson to Padfoot, who seemed to understand. 'Ah, well, you're Aunt Luna will knock her bother-in-law into shape.' I knew all about Aunt Luna from Padfoot's extensive tales. He loves Aunt Luna and apparently there's no getting past loving a vampire. I let Padfoot tell me more stories about Aunt Luna as he tucked me into bed. The last words I heard from Sirius' lips were: 'sweet dream, Poppet.'


A.N. Hey... I hope you've enjoyed reading this first chapter. Please review, so that I know I'm good to continue. Love RoxannetheLaugh