Disclaimer: This is for all the future chapters to come for this story. I don't own Twilight or Harry Potter.

Sparks in Twilight
Chapter Two

It's been two years since I have been heading to the Cullens house in the early mornings and late afternoons until Charlie came home from work.

They told me a secret; a big one. They're vampires.

After a year and a half of staying with them regularly, I was curious as to why they haven't ever had one sign of acne; ever eat while in front of me, and why it seemed like they never aged.

I was pretty observant for my age. Something they didn't expect.

I also snooped around once while the Cullens were out for a bit.

Flashback

I was in Rose and Emmett's room, just wandering around, when some pictures caught my eye.

They were all of Rosalie and Emmett, looking like they just got married. Actually, they did, Rose and Emmett were wearing the formal attire.

That's right. I know what attire is.

Anyways, on the corner of the picture, they were dated; dated all the way back to the 1940's.

I gaped at the pictures for a while, before running from the room at top speed, and turned on the TV, desperate to get the stampeding thoughts out of my head.

Ignorance was definitely bliss.

I watched TV for an hour straight, not daring myself to blink; for fear that it would ruin the whole process of the brain washing I am wanting to take place.

I blinked one hour and 30 seconds in. I counted.

Eventually Esme came in, with bags full of groceries, and toys for me to play with.

I mentally groaned, already having barely any place to walk in the bedroom the Cullens had set up for me.

Soon the Cullen kids came back, and Carlisle too. I had a PE Day at my school, the reason as to why I didn't go.

They cooked me dinner, way too much for my 9 ½ year old body to eat.

Are they trying to fatten me up? Am I the Thanksgiving turkey? I mentally thought exasperated. Edward gave me an amused glance, for reasons unknown to me. I looked in front of me at the food.

Spaghetti and meatballs were in front of me, salad too, along with some bread. Peas, carrots, and corn also occupied the table.

For beverages, there was water, milk, and apple juice set in front of me.

Do they expect me to eat all this? This could probably feed a homeless shelter!

Edward frowned a bit, and his lips looked like they were moving, but it also looked like they weren't.

How confusing.

I slowly started into the spaghetti, but rolled a meatball to the side of my plate. Not a big fan of meat in ball form.

Every. Single. One of the Cullens, were staring at me. And it was starting to creep me out a bit.

Esme spoke up, "Is something wrong with the meatball?" She asked, a frown on her face, and her unique amber eyes were staring at the meatball quizzically.

"No, no, nothings wrong." I said hurriedly. "Just not a big fan of meatballs." I explained.

She started wringing her hands together. "I'll go back into the kitchen and fix it." She stated, grabbed my plate before I could protest, and walked back into the kitchen.

I mumbled under my breath, "I'm cursed. I can't say no. Darn you Grandma, you're the one who always guilts me."

A loud booming laugh broke the silence of the dining room, and I stared quizzically up at Emmett.

"Care to share, Yogi the Bear?" I said to him, using my nickname I gave him last year, after watching a cartoon on TV.

"You heard that?" He asked, his… brilliance shining through.

Every one of the Cullens – minus Esme – gave him a mixture of a glare and a face of exasperation.

"What?" He asked, clearly confused. "Ohhh…" He said, apparently getting it now. "Well, I… uh… gotta run… and… yeah. Cool, see ya later!" Seeing him just run from the room like that… it was kinda funny.

Esme has just come back in with my plate now, placing it in front of me.

I grabbed my fork and spoon, then started swirling up the noodles, and putting them in my mouth.

20 minutes later, I finished with the spaghetti – which already made me full – and not wanting to be rude, moved on to the salad, hoping that it will fill little room.

I was wrong, after five bites of salad; I was officially stuffed like a turkey. I leant back on my chair, closed my eyes, and put my hand on my stomach.

"I'm sorry Esme, I couldn't finish it-" I yawned in the middle of my sentence, "But I'll bring the leftovers home to Charlie tomorrow. He will be finished with his fishing trip then…" I muttered, drifting off, feeling the wave of sleep over take me.

End Flashback

Life mostly went on like that until the few months to my eleventh birthday. Weird things happened to me during that time. I found out the Cullens secret; but I also saw weird things.

Pencils and erasers would be beside me when I knew that they were not there before.

I'd sometimes feel this surge of power flow through me, but then it would leave as quickly as it came. I don't tell Charlie or anyone else about this, fearing that they would put me where the insane ones go.

6 weeks before September, Charlie was coming in from getting the mail.

"Car bill, electrical bill, water bill, mortgage, Hogwarts: Witchcraft and Wizardry, Renee's Child Support…" He got a shocked look on his face; I had one on me too.

He slowly looked back to the letter before the one that my so-called mother sent.

He then handed the letter to me, muttering under his breath. "I was hoping that it would skip her, I mean her tenth birthday passed months ago, but that was late in the school year, so I guess it makes sense for this year…" The rest was nonsense up to that point.

I was barely paying any attention to him anyways. I was way too busy staring at the front, where it said:

Ms. I. Swan
The Swan Kitchen
62 Maryweather Road
Forks
Washington

After staring at the address on the envelope for a while, wondering why the place was so precise; my enthusiasm came through and I started ripping the letter open.

Dad was staring at the wedding picture of him and Renée. He was looking solemnly at it, and seemed to be in deep thought.

I gazed at him sadly for a moment, anger at my mother bubbling up. She had no right to leave Charlie. She had no right to leave me.

I clenched my hands, but immediately stopped when I realized that it would crush the letter and its contents.

I slowly slid the folded piece of paper out of the envelope, briefly staring in awe at the seal the held it together.

When the letter was out, I licked my dry lips. My heart was beating in anticipation, and I could hardly breathe from the excitement.

I wanted to ask Charlie why he was acting so nervous about this, but I couldn't find the words.

Gradually, I opened up the neatly creased paper, my breath coming out in a big 'whoosh' when I read the opening title.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc.,
Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International
Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Swan,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

That was the day my life changed.

A/n: I know that the chapter is short, but when I read it over, I was actually surprised, because it seemed way better than the original second chapter, and what I thought it would be.

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PS: In case you guys didn't figure it out, I obviously made up the street name…