A/N Ok readers, I have decided to cut out the mess that was Breaking Dawn and make it so The Volturi didn't give Bella a second chance after the fight with the newborns and instead demanded she was turned then and there. Bella became a vampire and the Cullens moved far far away to I don't care where. Jacob, being hopelessly in love with Bella, was depressed for a while before The Pack brought him out of his funk and everything went back to normal.

Since the wolves are never really given ages except Jacob I've decided to make Paul and Jared seniors, Quil, Embry and Jacob juniors, Seth a sophomore, and Brady and Collin freshmen. Leah and Sam are both graduated.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Harry Potter but I do own Lisa Cartwright so if you steal her… I. Will. Cut. You.

As I had expected, Aunt Jennifer had wasted no time in welcoming me into her home. She had given me a quick tour of the home and I was rather charmed by it. It was quite a bit smaller than my old house but it was a lot more… homely I suppose you could call it. Aunt Jennifer, I discovered rather quickly, seemed to have a slight cleaning obsession. Everything had a place and I was expected to keep it that way.

Right now I was sitting on the bed in my new room having escaped the impending questioning by telling my overexcited aunt I was feeling tired and sending her my best "pity me" look. It had worked like a charm, pardon the pun.

The bedroom was plain and sparsely decorated, containing only a single bed, a dresser, some shelves, and a desk. I unpacked rather quickly due to my lack of things. My brand new muggle clothes earned the top drawer of the dresser and my old wizarding robes were sentenced to the bottom drawer. I placed all my magical things, like school books and random knickknacks, in an enchanted bag I had gotten from my parents for my birthday a year ago. The bag was charmed to be like a bottomless pit so I could fit everything I wanted in it but it would remain small and light; rather handy if you ask me.

I searched my room for an appropriate hiding spot for the bag but, to my dismay, could not find anywhere good enough in the furniture lacking area. In the end, I settled for stuffing it under my pillow and making a mental note to make my bed every morning so Aunt Jennifer couldn't do it for me like I had no doubt she would.

After that was all well and done, I decided to test my luck and try a spell. I had kept my wand in my pocket the whole trip despite the hags nagging to keep it locked away; like that would happen. I took a deep breath and faced my bed, my mind searching for an appropriate spell to use. I pointed my wand ( Rosewood, 10 inches, with a Dragon heartstring for the core) at my pillow, gave the needed swish and flick, then muttered, "Wingardium Leviosa".

The pillow flew around the room a few times guided by my wand before I cancelled the spell and lowered my wand. I opened the only window in the room then went to sit on my bed to wait. Last year, one of my muggleborns friends, Kathryn Brooke, had spent ages complaining to me about the ministry's policies on underage magic. The story was that she had been at her home during the Christmas break and had used a Bat Bogey hex on a squirrel (don't ask me why, I had been afraid to ask) and not ten minutes later a ministry owl had appeared bearing a warning on underage magic and informing her of the consequences she would face if it happened again. I considered her lucky that it hadn't been in the presence of a muggle or she might have been in a lot more trouble.

I concluded that if the American wizards really cared that I was using magic in a muggle area then a similar owl would be appearing on my windowsill within the hour. In order to pass the time I pulled out a muggle American History book Ms. Haselworth had given to me when I had complained about being bored on the flight over and started to read.

I ended up reading 'til the evening. I was one of those people that could read for hours on end if the book was interesting enough, without even realizing how much time passed. This was a quality that, I suspected, got me into Ravenclaw in the first place. I only stopped reading when Aunt Jennifer interrupted me by knocking on my door and informing me it was time for supper. I was rather impressed with myself because it had 1:00pm when I had arrived and it was now 6 o'clock. I gave myself a half-hearted pat on the back for being so studious then made my way to the kitchen.

The kitchen, like the rest of the house, was immaculate but managed that homely feeling instead of making me nervous about spilling something. The cupboards were a light brown, matching the beige walls and equally light brown table that was squashed into the corner of the room. At my entrance, Aunt Jennifer looked up from the pot she had been draining and smiled widely at me.

"You must be hungry! I made mashed potatoes and meatballs since I wasn't sure what you liked and everyone likes mashed potatoes and meatballs!"

I gave her a small smile as I stood awkwardly in the doorway and replied, "Ya, that sounds great. Do you need any help?"

That made her smile even more (Did this woman ever stop smiling?) and she quickly put me to work as the "Official Potato masher". I had a sinking feeling that this woman would want to treat me like a child instead of the young adult I was. Bollocks. Soon enough, dinner was ready and we were seated at the table eating with an uncomfortable silence filling the air.

I was about to comment on the weather, as that was an infallible ice-breaker in my opinion, but Aunt Jennifer spoke up first.

"I'm going to be honest with you hun. Me and your mother weren't on the best of terms and because of that I missed out on getting to know my own niece and there is NOTHING that I regret more than never reconciling with Melinda," At this she seemed to choke up a little and to comfort herself or maybe me, I wasn't sure, she reached over the small table and grabbed my hand, "But there a bright side to every bad situation and the bright side to your parents death, "I flinched at that part, "is that I get to know you and hopefully become the Aunt you deserve."

I studied the woman in front of me and her feelings became pretty obvious. She felt guilty that she let the feud between her and mum get in the way of her ever meeting me and she was trying to make it up to me by becoming my new mother-figure. I appreciated her efforts and all but I knew I would never bond with her. As soon as I graduated high school and become legal to the muggle government, I would go back to London and get a job as an Obliviator for the Ministry. Memory charms were a specialty of mine and I knew I would have little problem securing the job as my friend Charity has a brother that was an Obliviator and she promised me that if we both survived she would have her brother get me the job.

Charity's family had gone into hiding like so many others and while I wasn't positive, I knew it was likely she was safe and well. Hopefully she still remembers her promise…

Aunt Jennifer must have taken my silence as some sort form of rejection because my musings were cut off by a muffled sob coming from her. I looked to her, rather startled to see her with tears streaming down her face, holding a clenched fist to her mouth.

"Oh Aunt Jennifer I'm really glad that you've taken me in! I was just caught up in my thoughts, that's all."

This seemed to comfort my Aunt as she wiped away her tears and once gain smiled brightly at me looking relieved.

"I'm sorry about that," she said as she waved a hand in front of her face to assumingly, calm herself, "I've been rather emotional lately with all that's happened."

I nodded my understanding and continued to eat, gently prying the hand she had a death grip on, away from her. After her initial emotional outburst, Aunt Jennifer did a complete one eighty and started questioning me on unimportant things like my favourite colour, if I was excited for school, did I have a boyfriend (I blushed heavily on that one), and so on and so forth.

When the food was gone and the dishes cleaned, I was about to make a hasty retreat to my room but I was stopped my Aunt who informed me that I was to start school tomorrow and that she had taken the liberty of buying all my school things for me in advance. I felt grateful to her for that as I had completely forgotten I would need things like that.

Aunt Jennifer fished out a plastic bag full of the school things and gave them to me before she left for work. She worked as a nurse at the hospital in Forks and was stuck with the graveyard shift, therefore she worked all night and slept most of the day. Her hours would cause a problem if she planned to bond with me because I would only see her for a few hours every day. Our schedules worked like this: 7:00pm – 3:00am Aunt Jennifer worked, 3:30am – 12:00pm Aunt Jennifer slept, 8:00am – 3:00pm I was at school. This left 3:00pm-7:00pm for us to talk and bond during the week and then we would have the weekends together. I highly doubted we would spend all our spare time together, so really, our time together was pretty limited. How did I know this? Well this was one of the more riveting topics we covered during dinner. How sad.

I sighed as I pushed my mental schedule to the back of my mind; this was just another of my more prominent Ravenclaw traits. I looked down at my hands and I realized with chagrin that I had been standing in the kitchen holding the plastic bag long after Aunt Jennifer had left. I gave myself a shake then made my way down the hall and back into my room.

The first thing I did upon my entrance was search for an owl. A smirk grew on my lips when I realized my room was empty and it had been at least two hours since using my wand. I was now positive the yanks could care less about me using magic. I did a little happy jig before jumping onto my bed, bag in hand.

I was quick to empty the contents of the bag onto my bed, excited to see what lay inside. What fell out though, was completely foreign to me. There were plastic things that opened up to reveal three metal hoops, a bunch of little sticks, some parchment that was too thin and white to really be parchment and had lines all over it, and a variety of other little plastic devises I just didn't understand. It was going to be a long night.

It took me an hour to finally name and find the uses of all the muggle things. Honestly if it hadn't been for the names and instructions on the packaging the supplies came in, I would have had to resort to asking my Aunt to explain it all, which would have warranted a rather flimsy excuse as to my lack of knowledge of what should have been simple things. It was times like these I regretted never taking Muggle studies.

Currently, I was sitting at my new desk biting my lip in frustration as I practiced writing with the pencils and pens on lined paper. I was so used to writing with a quill on parchment, I'm finding using pencil and pens to write a rather daunting task. I looked down at the sentence I was writing and let out an angry huff. The writing was barely recognizable as my own, heck, it was barely recognizable as words at all! I had never had the best penmanship but what was on that sheet was just plain pathetic. I'm going to tear my hair out at this rate.

I glanced at the small alarm clock sitting on the desk and groaned; I had been at it for an hour and I wasn't getting anywhere! I was tempted, very tempted, to do the Gryffindor thing and just say "bugger this" then show up to school and let the teachers deal with my handwriting, but I wasn't a Gryffindor, I was a Ravenclaw and I wasn't about to disappoint my teachers on the first day. Filled with new resolve, I got back to work.

By the time I crawled into bed, my handwriting had improved to the point where I could look at it without cringing and feeling the urge to cry; never a good feeling. As I lay in my bed, curled up in the comforter, snuggling with Mr. Poco, the teddy bear my muggle grandparents had sent to me when I was born, a year before they passed, grandma with a heart attack and grandpa with grief, I couldn't stop the tears that burning beneath my closed eyelids.

Tonight, like every other night, I would dream of my friends, my family, the battles, the Carrows, and every other unpleasant thing my mind would without a doubt conjure up for me, and I was scared. I feared sleep every night, but I just wasn't cut out to be an insomniac apparently because no matter how hard I tried to stay awake, I would always drift off. I was used to it now, the fear, because I had been experiencing it since Voldemort took over the school. With that being the last thought in my head, I drifted off to dreamland where I knew nothing good dwelled.

Is this a terribly interesting or needed chapter? No not really:/ I don't want to rush this story and I felt you guys need to get to know Lisa and Jennifer before we jump into the drama. Don't worry though, High school starts next chapter and Paul will definitely be making his debut :D I need reviews though guys! How bout I make you guys a promise…. If I get, let's say 20 reviews, for my overall story I'll get chapter 3 out within the week! 'Til next time folks!