21/10/2011
AN- Again I'm rewriting all the first 8 chapters and I would like to get that done before I start uploading the new chapters!
DISCLAIMER- I don't own harry potter or twilight but I'm still wishing I did.
He Lied, He Left, Now I'm Back
Chapter 2 – Leaving
As I made my way out of the woods I called my owl, Jinx. She's a beautiful snow white colour with big blue eyes, she's like the sister of Hedwig, Harry's owl. As I stopped to wait for her, I looked at the place that I'd been staying. It's a two story, white wash, two bedroom/one bathroom house. It had felt so much like home over the last couple of months, I would miss it. Even if it was in Forks. I took a couple of steps towards it, but then I heard the sound of wings. Turning around, I saw Jinx, making her way towards me. She landed on my shoulder. I quickly made my way up the porch. I reached for the key on the top of the door frame, much to the discomfort of Jinx. It wasn't my fault she sat on my right shoulder. Anyway, I unlocked the door and made my way to the room I'd been staying in. I went over to the desk that stood under the window, now for the hard part. Writing a letter to Dumbledore, telling him I'd failed. God, the disappointment.
To Professor Dumbledore,
I'm coming back to England, we really need to talk. I will be staying at Grimmauld place. I'll probably be there by nightfall.
From I. Black
Ok. So maybe I wouldn't inform him of my failure just yet. I rolled up the letter, gave it to Jinx, and opened the window so she could fly out.
"Take it to Dumbledore." She just kind of scowled at me, if an owl could scowl. "Yeah, yeah. I know you know. Now get to it." I ordered. Jinx rolled her eyes, as usual. She always seemed to just know who I was sending messages to, and she never liked being bossed about. I pet her chest a little to which she nipped my ear as a little, 'Alright. I forgive you' before flying off. I watched her disappear behind the trees, my cat, Hex, jumped onto the desk. She was jet black with emerald green eyes, I rubbed behind her ear, "Come on." I picked her up and took her to the wardrobe. Hex jumped out my arms so I could pull out my wand. Pushing the clothes away I tapped a sequence on the backboard, another door appeared, small enough to crawl through. Hex jumped in front before I could climb in, "Well excuse me." I muttered as she walked through the opening. I followed her into a small room, my trunk sat against the left wall while my spare bag sat on the right. I pushed Hex into her basket and grabbed the bags. Throwing them on the bed, the bags not my cat, I got ready to leave. First, to change. I'd never liked the clothes I had to wear on this mission, so I was happy to change out into black leggings and a light blue dress. The dress fell just above the knee, and the sleeves just touched my elbow. With my white converse on, I was ready to go. Well, almost, I stood in front of the mirror door on my wardrobe. I looked at my face, I had light brown hair that drops to my shoulders and light brown eyes. This was also another cover-up for the mission. I'm a Metamorphmagus, kind of the reason I'm nominated for these missions most the time, so with a quick little scrunched up look on my face, that's what I'm told I look like when I 'change', I, well, changed back to normal. I opened my eyes and checked my face again, this time my hair was midnight black and curly with red streaks. My hair was the only thing that reminded me of my dad. Well, maybe also my rebellious attitude. Those red streaks aren't there for fashion. My eyes were now their natural deep blue, like my mums, almost everything about me was like my mum. Curves, all the right ones, rounded shape of my face. I can't see my mum in me. Maybe's its cause Moldy murdered her when I was little, but I'm told I just need to stare at myself and I could see her right there. But now wasn't the time for that.
I packed up anything important and carted all my downstairs. I placed the house key on the top of the frame, pulled out my wand and tapped the wood, "Obliviate maximas." Dumbledore showed me how to do that one, it makes everyone inside the radius of the spell forget one thing. In this case I want them to forget Isabella Swan. The spell wouldn't work on different species, the magic's too thin. I suddenly had a feeling of dread wash over me, I'd failed. Dumbledore wouldn't be angry, but that just made me feel more guilty. I shook off the feeling and went back inside. Locking the door I got ready to part from the house. It really was a home to me. I flicked the floo powder into the fire and made sure I had a tight grip on my bags, and Hex. Stepping into the flames I checked I had everything on me before clearly shouting, "Grimmauld Place." Everything spun and whirled, I tightened my grip on Hex's basket. Last thing I needed when I arrived was Hex flying out the fire place. Here it comes, I thought to myself. BAM! I slipped and fell on my backside. I'd never get used to travelling through fireplaces. Hex sat comfortably in my lap while my bags had sprayed their contents all over the floor. I looked up to see a whole room of people staring at me, wands at the ready. "I'm back."
AN – hope you all like it thanks to those who reviewed on the last chapter, and a even bigger thanks to ScarletRain94 you're the best.
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