Here's chapter two. Oh and for anyone wondering why Harry is a girl? Because I thought it would be fun to write it like that, and plus it is easier for me to relate to the main character. Don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with slash. But I think the quality of my writing – with emphasis on the emotional parts – will be better if I can relate more to her. Okay, that's it! Read on.

Disclaimer: I own nothing from Harry Potter and Twilight.

Upon my arrival at Forks, I decided that I liked the town very much. The people there were very welcoming of me, even though they were awfully curious. I bought myself a car; a black Chevrolet Impala. I got a good deal on it, seeing as it was used. My house was pretty small, but with some magic I made the inside much bigger. I'd seen a picture of it online, and I was instantly sold. It had a small front yard with a little porch, but the backyard was endless – it was right by the forest. I was glad to see that it was secluded. There were only a few other houses near it, so it would be relatively quiet.

So, for the next year, my idea was to keep a low profile. Unfortunately, being 'The Girl Who Lived', keeping a low profile has always been near impossible for me to do. I hoped that would change for my stay here.

And so it began. I picked up some groceries from the local market, met the neighbours, and enrolled myself in high school, starting at grade eleven. The latter hadn't been easy to achieve, seeing as my education had all been from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Not exactly something I could show to Muggle teachers. However, with use of the internet and a little magic, I had made myself an acceptable (albeit fake) transcript and resume. The school administrators seemed to approve of it, so here I was, on my first day of school in Forks. It would be quite amusing to see how the Muggle students learned, but I assumed it would most likely be downright boring after a while.

As soon as I saw the school, I groaned. It was the smallest, oldest looking thing I'd ever seen. At least I wouldn't have to worry about getting lost.

I got out of the car and walked toward the building where the main office was. Some of the kids scattered around the parking lot stared at me. Moving here in the middle of the year was a bad idea; it drew even more attention to me. I missed Hogwarts already. If a new kid transferred there, no one would ever notice. But here, in this small, rainy town, everyone noticed. I rolled my eyes and trudged into the office. A motherly-looking woman was behind the desk.

"Why, hello there! You must be Jennifer Potter!" she exclaimed.

"Er – yeah, that's me," I said, not bothering to tell her that I much preferred 'Jenna'.

"Well, let's get you set up," she said happily. "Here's a map of the school; you'll find it to be pretty straight-forward. Here's your timetable as well. And make sure you check in with all your teachers. Other than that, I hope you enjoy your time here! Have a good day, Jennifer."

"I'll try," I said, giving her a small smile. "Thanks."

As I walked to my assigned locker, I got even more stares. I sighed. It seemed I would always stand out, no matter what setting I was in.

My morning classes were a blur; I met so many new people, only a few of which I remembered the names of. This guy called Mike would not leave me alone. He walked me to all my classes and acted like he was all cool because he was already friends with the new girl. In a way though, it was nice to know that he wanted to be friends (or possibly more than friends) because of me, not because of my fame. All the boys who asked me out at Hogwarts only did so because I was "The Chosen One" or something along those lines. In actuality, they didn't even give a damn about me.

Introducing myself in front of the classes was extremely annoying. They all stared at me, and lots of them snickered because of my accent. The subjects in high school were extremely dull compared to those at Hogwarts. Chemistry was completely over my head; for what reason did we need to know this shit? I took it in stride though. I could use magic to raise my mark if I completely bombed it. I didn't approve of cheating, but honestly, I wasn't trying to get a diploma anyway.

At lunch, I sat with some people that I had met earlier. They were all pretty nice, especially a girl called Angela. She reminded me a lot of Hermione, in a less assertive way.

"So what made you and your parents decide to move to Forks?" she asked as we walked towards Biology.

"Well, there were many reasons, but mostly we just wanted a change of scenery," I said, somewhat truthfully, excluding the parents part. "We've been in England our whole lives; we want to see different parts of the world."

"Wow. I wish my family could be that spontaneous," she said enviously. "I've lived in Forks my entire life, and let me tell you, I am so ready to be out of this town."

I chuckled. "That's what everyone says. But you'll miss it as soon as you go. I miss home so much right now, but it is good to be doing something different."

By "home", I meant Hogwarts of course. Or the Burrow. I definitely did not miss the Dursley's. After our very awkward separation at the end of last summer, I hadn't seen them since. Dudley had given me a huge shock when he freaking hugged me and wished me luck. The memory still boggled my mind. After all the insults and bullying (not physical bullying – Dudley never dared to hit a girl), he had actually turned out to be a decent guy.

I zoned back into what Angela was saying; something about wanting to travel over-seas. When we walked into the classroom, most of the kids were already there. Unfortunately, I couldn't sit with her because she already had a partner. I walked to the front of the class and gave my papers to the teacher. He signed them and directed me to a desk at the back of the room next to a brown haired guy.

"Alright class, lets settle down," said the teacher as I walked toward the desk. I sat down and got out a pen and paper and tried to listen to what the teacher was saying. Eventually, I got bored, and started staring around the classroom. My eyes soon fell on the boy sitting next to me. I almost did a double take. He was extremely handsome. That pretty much summed it up. I had been wrong about his hair colour; it wasn't brown. It was copper coloured. He was sitting on his stool with perfect posture, staring at the table. His paper and pen lay abandoned beside him. I took a quick glance at his face again. He looked to be very deep in thought. His eyebrows were furrowed and his jaw was taught. He looked extremely frustrated. I flicked my eyes away, not wanting him to catch me staring. What was his deal?

The entire lesson, he didn't seem to move a muscle. I was almost tempted to wave my hand in front of his face to see what he would do.

When the teacher finally stopped talking and dismissed us, I started packing up my things, not even bothering to look at the man next to me.

"Hello," said a quiet, musical voice.

My head snapped up to stare at him. He was looking at me with a small smile on his face. Apparently he wasn't a robot. I took back what I thought before; he wasn't handsome. He was freaking gorgeous.

"I'm Edward Cullen. You must be Jenna Potter."

"Er – yeah," I said. "How did you know I prefer Jenna?"

"I'm sorry?" he asked, his brow furrowing again.

"Well, everyone else here calls me Jennifer. You're the only one who knew that I prefer the short form."

Comprehension dawned on his countenance. "I heard your friend call you that when you walked in."

"Oh," I said lamely. "Er – it was nice to meet you Edward. I'll see you around."

I walked away before he could reply. That was sufficiently awkward. Almost as soon as I was out the door, Mike was beside me.

"Hey there girl!" he said, slinging an arm around my neck. "What class you got now?"

"Um…" I looked at my schedule. "Gym."

"Nice!" he said "Me too. I'll show you the way."

"Sure," I said, casually ducking out from under his arm.

"I think we'll be playing volleyball today," said Mike excitedly.

"I love volleyball!" I said truthfully. I hadn't played it in so long. Dudley had always played it when he was a kid, and whenever his friends weren't around he made me play with him. Most of the time he just hit the ball at my face, but I eventually learned how to play pretty well.

"Really?" asked mike incredulously. "I thought the only sport in England was soccer."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course not! Volleyball is my favourite sport." Excluding Quidditch, of course.

Once I was changed into my gym clothes, I walked out onto the court. Coach Clapp asked me if I knew the volleyball rotation; a 5-1. I told him it would be easy enough to figure out, and he put me in the power position. Angela was on my team, and so was Edward Cullen.

Angela walked over to me before the game began.

"Are you good at volleyball?" she asked anxiously.

"I think so," I said. It had been awhile since I'd played.

"Okay, so if the ball ever comes near me, can you take it? I'm afraid of it!"

I started laughing.

"I mean it, Jenna!"

"I know you do, and of course I will," I said, still chuckling.

She sighed in relief. "Thanks!"

As she walked back to her position, I saw Edward Cullen over her shoulder staring at me with that same frustrated expression. Was it possible that he knew something about me? I mean, my picture had been posted everywhere last year, but I hadn't thought it had made it overseas. Then again, all the wizards in America knew of me as well, so it wouldn't be that big of a surprise. I needed to have a chat with that Cullen. Maybe a chat with Angela too, to find out his background.

And the game began. Coach Clapp was very impressed with my skills, and he suggested that I try out for the volleyball team. And by "try out" he meant "play", because this school was so bloody small that they begged kids to play on the team.

One guy on the other team – I think his name was Jeremy – clearly thought he was better than anyone else. If I thought Draco Malfoy had been cocky, it was nothing compared to this. I got more and more annoyed with him as the game went on.

During a time out, Edward saw me glaring at the kid and chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?" I growled.

"Don't worry," he said. "You're not the only one who's annoyed with him."

Hmm. Maybe he could help me.

"You're the setter, right?" I asked him.

"Yes indeed."

"Okay. Set me a high ball just off the net."

Edward grinned. "You got it."

Just as play was about to resume, Edward winked at me. I just smirked back.

It was a textbook play. A boy on our team did a perfect pass. Edward gave me a perfect set, just the way I liked it. I did my approach run and spiked the ball right into the cocky gits face. Jeremy fell to the floor cursing and holding his nose.

I turned away from him so he wouldn't see me laughing. All my teammates gave me high-fives, including Edward.

"Nice one," he said, chuckling.

I smiled. "Beauty set."

"Okay everyone," called Coach Clapp. "That's it for today. Go get changed." He gave me a knowing look as he bent down to examine Jeremy. I smiled innocently and walked to the changing rooms.

Angela was chatting with a girl called Jessica, so I decided to ask her about Edward tomorrow.

I walked out into the rain-washed parking lot and looked up at the sky. That had certainly been an interesting first day. I'd have many stories to tell Ron and Hermione.

I got into my car and put on some music. As I drove home, my mind wandered to Edward. I couldn't stop thinking about him. The way he had stared at me in Biology, and then suddenly became all friendly in gym… Why did he look so curious and frustrated?

That night, I called Hermione. We decided that muggle cellphones would be the easiest way to stay in contact.

"Jenna!" she exclaimed when she answered the phone. "I've been waiting to hear from you all day! How was it?"

"Bloody hell, Hermione, the classes are completely boring compared to Hogwarts. I don't know how these Muggle kids deal with it! I mean, who cares about atoms and electrons and… and cellular anatomy! Honestly!"

She just chuckled. "I'm sure it is very important. I think it would be fascinating to learn how Muggles are taught. I mean, Muggle Studies was always great, but this would be even better!"

"You're the biggest nerd I've ever met. You know that, right?"

She laughed again. "Yes, I know. What else is knew over there? Are you having any fun?"

"Er – sort of. There's this boy in my biology class, and he stares at me all the time with the weirdest look on his face… He looks like he's trying to figure something out. You don't think he recognizes me, do you?"

"Well, I suppose anything's possible. You are the most famous person in the wizarding world by far, and there are lots wizards in this world."

"No, really?" I said sarcastically.

"All I'm saying is, be careful around him. If he does recognize you, then he must know about our world. I doubt it though. We did our research well, Jenna. Wizards haven't ever inhabited Forks. Ask him if he's always lived there."

"Yeah, I guess I could. It's like he wants something from me though. He looks so frustrated all the time."

"That's odd," she said thoughtfully. "Let me know how things go tomorrow."

"Of course. But anyway, what's going on back home? Any important news?"

She sighed. "It's insane, Jenna. People are all wondering where you went. We've been telling everyone that you needed some space, but apparently that's not enough information for them. Kingsley is doing a good job of keeping them under control though. I think they should settle down soon enough though."

"Ugh…hopefully. I can't wait to get back home and start living my life again."

"Don't worry. Everything will turn out right in the end. It always does. I should go though, Jen. Molly's serving dinner soon. So you keep me informed alright?"

"Yeah, likewise. Say hi to everyone for me!"

"I will! Bye Jen!"

"See you, Mione."

I flipped the phone shut and sighed. I missed home so much. After the war though, it didn't feel like home anymore. Lupin was gone. Tonks was gone. Fred was gone. As hard as I tried, I couldn't just put their deaths behind me. I was still grieving over Sirius too. He had been exactly what I needed. The perfect mix between a father and a brother. And then Dumbledore was gone as well. I had come to see him almost like a grandfather. Cedric, the one who had given me my first kiss, was dead. And of course, so were my parents. Even Dobby was gone. The house elf who had sacrificed himself to ensure my survival.

I closed my eyes and let the tears stream down my face. There were so many of them…so many people who had died. If only I had been faster. If I had destroyed the Horcruxes quicker, some of them may have still been alive. I thought back to all the mistakes I had made. Why had I wasted my time worrying about the Hallows? I could have – should have – been looking for Horcruxes instead. I should have been able to stop Fred from dying. It could easily have been me that died. But each and every time, I was the lucky one, and someone else died because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

It had been awhile since I could just sit with my own thoughts without distractions. Maybe living alone wasn't such a good idea after all. I shook my head and looked out the window into the cloudy night sky. I was making a new beginning. I needed to embrace my wounds in order to heal them. How I would do that, I didn't know. However, I was sure that in the future, I would be happy again. There was no way of knowing how long that would take. Only time would tell.

Well there you have it! I just had to put the volleyball scene in there, because it actually is my favourite sport. Like I said before, I'm just writing off the top of my head most of the time. I hope I can turn it into a good story, but we'll see.