A/N: So, I would just like to say that I have not read any Harry Potter books. So if I get anything wrong, I am really sorry. But thanks SO much to everyone who reviewed, alerted and/or favourited this story.

Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor Twilight, which is really depressing.

Bella's POV

I crept around my room, trying desperately to be silent as I packed my trunk. I had to be careful; Charlie might wake up soon – and as of a few minutes ago, he wouldn't know who I was. I had used the memory erasing spell, Obliviate, to clear his memories of me, as well as the rest of the town's. Our awkward relationship always made perfect sense to me: I was never his daughter; I had no blood relation to him at all.

When Dumbledore sent me here to this dreary town of Forks, he had not arranged any living environments (though it was to be expected as this was a last minute decision to leave). Well, truth be told, I came here against my wishes. The only reason I'd been here was because I had to go into hiding. I was not allowed to use magic of any kind and my real identity was to be kept a secret to the Muggles… and Death Eaters, for that matter.

I was the witch turned Muggle. A dreadful change, I had to say. I wasn't supposed to be here; I needed to help Harry Potter defeat Voldemort. Here in Forks I may have been just Isabella Swan, a smart and clumsy girl – but to the magical world? I was Isabella Black, daughter of Sirius and Evangeline Black, one of the most powerful witches of all time… and even quite graceful when I want to be.

My mother, formally Evangeline Cooper, had fallen in love with Sirius Black; the black (pardon the pun) sheep of an all Slytherin and Death Eater family. My father had already been disowned by them. If I had been brought up by one of the Black relations, I surely would have been hated too simply from my connection to Dad.

He and Mum gave birth to me in the year of 1980 on August thirteenth. I had been at the age of a mere one-year-old when the Dark Lord, Voldemort, had attacked my family and the Potters. I had been told of the events from that night but I never tended to dwell on it.

It had been the last I saw of dear ole Mother, and my father had been escorted to Azkaban the next morning. Apparently, my father was the one to rat out the Potters' location. Imaginethat; my own father being the reason my mother was dead. I never even had a chance to see him. I had been sent to the Weasleys, a loving pure-blood family, and have been there ever since. Well, until I was sent here, to Washington.

I went back to the task at hand and waved my wand around in the air, forming a circular pattern.

"Expecto Patronum," I called quietly into the night. Almost instantly my Thestral shaped Patronus appeared, awaiting my command. It wasn't really surprising that my personal Patronus was a Thestral. They were supposedly dark creatures after all. But that was untrue; it was just their appearance and status that gave them the title… rather a lot like me. A Black has a black heart and all that.

The glowing silver Thestral beamed at me. I supposed it was just as excited as I was to be going back home, back to the people I loved. I smiled kindly at it and stroked the air where its neck would be.

"Tell Professor Dumbledore that I am in need of safe passage to Hogwarts, preferably Hagrid if it isn't too much trouble," I told my Patronus. He nodded his head and galloped out the room, swooping up into the air just before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

I sat down on my bed and waited for my escort. I had my trunk packed and ready with my wand in my jeans pocket. My plain t-shirt was covered up by a wool jumper. Forks might have been freezing but Britain wasn't much better, particularly Scotland, home of the snow topped mountains.

I couldn't wait to return home. After being stuck here for months, I missed all my family and friends, the people I knew I could rely on. I was bouncing up and down just from the thought of seeing them again. Though, I knew who I really wanted to see; more than anyone.

Harry.

I knew that Edward was like my oxygen (or used to be), but Harry… Harry was like my soul. We were the best of friends, and not only because we had a shared grief.

Of course, I missed everyone else as well. I missed reading with Hermione, pulling pranks with the twins, annoying Ron, gossiping with Ginny, cooking with Aunt Molly, helping Uncle Arthur with his work on Muggles, and changing appearances with Tonks (I was a Metamorphmagus like her, though nowhere near as talented). I even missed Draco, though we weren't that close – he was my cousin, like Tonks was, and we spoke on the odd occasion when nobody was watching closely. And then there was Sirius, my father. He was my only family. In a way, he was also Harry's only family (the Dursleys did notcount!), since Sirius was his godfather.

I was brought out of my reverie by a joyous character appearing out of nowhere. The figure was quite large so I could only guess it was Hagrid. In the matter of a second, I was caught up in a gigantic hug and lifted a good few feet off the ground. I was right – only Hagrid could do that, with my permission anyways.

"Bells, it's so good to see yeh!" he whisper-yelled, obviously aware of the Muggle in the next room over. "I missed yeh so much! I'm so glad yer coming back!"

"Me – too – Hagrid," I managed to choke out. He laughed quietly and put me down, but kept an arm around my shoulders.

"Well, then. Where's yer stuff? We must be gettin' a move on now, I 'ave a Portkey ready." I grabbed my trunk and held onto Hagrid. "Off we go then," he said in a cheerful voice.

One minute I was standing in the Swan residence and the next I was in Dumbledore's currently empty office; it was exactly as I had remembered it, though for the last four years of being here, I don't think it has ever changed.

All the moving paintings and portraits hung straight on the walls; the sky-scraper bookcases filled with thousands of books; odd trinkets and ornaments scattered around; and the oldest thing in the room, Fawkes (a Phoenix), was perched on his marble podium, watching me with a look far beyond his latest life's years. Although, by the wearied way he curled his wings up, he would soon start another cycle.

"I better go put this 'ere in yer dorm." Hagrid smiled at me and walked away, dragging my trunk with him. I signed in content. I was finally home.

I sat down in one of the many plush chairs and waited for Dumbledore to arrive. The large oak doors swung open and I straightened up in my seat. Dumbledore smiled his crinkly smile and set down a cloaked cage. He then pulled me into a warm embrace.

"Ah, Isabella, you have returned to us." He pulled away and sat in his chair then motioned for me to do the same. I obliged. "Well, I hope you had a nice holiday," he chuckled, while I grimaced. He knew I didn't like America; travelling just wasn't for me. I decided to amuse him though.

"Yes, I did, thank you. It was a very eventful trip," I said mysteriously. He raised his white eyebrows at me.

"Really, how so?" he asked, intrigued as usual. I signed softly, but began to explain. I knew I would have to tell them; and if not all of them, then at least Dumbledore.

A/N: Again, this was checked for mistakes. Sorry if they're there still!