A huge thanks to all the readers and reviewers (love you guys)! I have realized I've done something VERY stupid:/ I never bothered to compare the timelines of HP and Twilight. The years are easy enough to sort out as this is AU and as author I declare the fic to be set in 2011, meaning HP is being bumped up more than a decade. Enjoy the chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and since I've never a received death threat, it's alright to assume I don't own Twilight either.
Baby blue eyes filled with disappointment stared into mine as I faced off against him. This boy in front of me was familiar, so very familiar. Who was he? Why was he so disappointed in me?
"You let me die Lisa. You didn't even try to save me. You said you would be there beside me, but then you let me die. Why?"
Oh, now I remember. This boy in front of me was-
*CRASH*
I shot up out of my bed at the noise. My pale, clammy face whipped towards the door where I had heard the crash.
"Sorry about that honey! I dropped a pan, everything's okay!" shouted the familiar voice of Aunt Jennifer through the door.
Letting out my breath in a loud whoosh, I collapsed back into my soft bed. That dream had been new. Usually the nightmares were about the war and all the fighting and death I had experienced. But from what I remembered of this dream, I had just been talking with someone. Who had I been talking to and why…
I shook my head to clear my head of those thoughts. I had no time to think about useless things now; it was my first day of muggle school! Glancing at the clock and confirming that I had a whole two hours to prepare, I jumped out of bed, ready to start the day.
Going through my normal morning routines, I once again let my thoughts wonder. At Hogwarts, I had had quite a few friends that I spent my days with. Here, on the other hand, I doubt I would ever be able to make a friend, that's if I even wanted too. Going through a war made relating with people my own age a pretty difficult thing.
These muggle teenagers would, without a doubt, only be worried about trivial things and would be completely unable to comprehend the mental damage war had put me through. I sighed and put down the hairbrush I had been using in favour of staring, unseeing, in the mirror of the little bathroom off to the side of my new room. At least in England, I knew nearly everyone in the wizarding world had been through some terrible experiences and therefore would be able to sympathize with me.
For an hour I showered, did my hair, didn't bother with makeup, and got frustrated trying to pick out an outfit to wear. Doing all this while thinking nothing but dark thoughts did absolutely nothing for my already terrible mood. It was only when Aunt Jennifer called me down for breakfast that I broke out of my gloomy cloud and made an effort to appear cheerful before my slightly overbearing Aunt.
"Make sure you eat lots for breakfast sweetie! You don't want to go to school hungry," said Aunt Jennifer for what felt like the millionth time. At first I had been grateful towards her for taking a few days off work to welcome me to her home and make sure I was ok, but now I wish she had just gone to work last night which would mean she'd be sleeping now. I might have been new to the muggle thing, but I did not need to be coddled like an eleven year old girl going to school for the first time!
"I've already ate three pancakes Aunt Jenif- Jenny, I'm pretty full," I said, wincing at the near slip. Aunt Jennifer had insisted I call her Jenny four times this morning alone and I was sick of it. We've reached an unspoken agreement that I would call her Aunt Jenny as a compromise.
"Oh, well if you're sure…"
"I'm quite positive. I think I'll get going now anyways. I want to be early to get my schedule."
If Aunt Jenny had replied, I didn't know, since I was out the door faster than an Apparation, snatching my pre-prepared book bag on the way out. The school was only half a mile away so I didn't think walking would be such a bad idea, but as I sauntered through the wet and cold, feeling the stares of the people passing in their nice warm muggle cars, I changed my mind pretty quickly.
While the weather in La Push wasn't really all that different from England's weather, I was used to Hogwarts's warm, welcoming interior. The only class I had ever taken completely outside was Care of Magical Creatures and I had dropped that after the required year for fear of my health. For reasons unknown to even the nearly fingerless Professor Kettleburn, any creature I encountered, magical or not, seemed to have an unnatural resentment for me
I couldn't help but remember Kendra's cat Draco (The girl had had an unhealthy obsession with the younger Slytherin) refusing to take cat treats from me when Kendra insisted I make peace with the mangy feline.
Breaking free from my memories before I started to get too caught up, I looked up and noticed that I had finally arrived at La Push High School. The building itself was nothing more than a large building with a few too many windows and doors to be a normal home. All in all, compared to Hogwarts, calling this institution a school was laughable at best.
I, of course, trudged towards the school anyways, somewhat prepared to enter what would probably become my own personal hell, if my research on muggle American high schools was accurate. If anything went terribly wrong, my wand was safely strapped to my ankle beneath my loose trousers anyways.
I hate muggle school, and that was official. Not only was my schedule organized in a completely different way than the one in Hogwarts, my "homeroom" teacher, an aged woman who insisted I call her Ms. Martinez, forced, yes forced, me to make a lengthy introduction of myself, AND in the middle of that disaster, a wannabe knight in shining armour just happen to pick me as his damsel in distress!
Flashback
"Now Lisa," started Ms. Martinez, making me wonder why Americans were really so improper as to call their students by their first names so casually, "I would like you to stand at the front of the class, introduce yourself, and answer some questions."
I nodded, did what I was told, and gazed lazily at my audience. Some of the other student looked interested but many of them looked as If they couldn't have cared less who I was. If I were them, I would have felt the same.
"Hello, my name is Lisa Cartwright. I was born and raised in London, England and up until recently I attended a private boarding school in Scotland."
"Why are you here?"
I was taken completely off guard by Ms. Martinez's harsh tone and rather rude question. I had never believed muggles to be as savage and uncivilized as the Slytherins had, but apparently the snakes hadn't been too far from the truth.
"Umm, well… my parents passed away and I came to live here with my Aunt," I answered truthfully, feeling uncomfortable telling strangers this fact. I also noticed that the harshness in Ms. Martinez had faded slightly and her next question was asked in a slightly kinder manner.
"Are you full Quileute?"
"Err, no, my mother was though, so I'm only half."
The question continued, ranging from "what do you know of Quileute history?" to "Do you like it here?" Soon enough I felt the familiar feeling of a panic attack starting to creep up on me. I tried to stop my shaking hands and erratic heartbeat but as other students started to whisper, obviously confused at Ms. Martinez ten minute questioning, I started to slip.
"HEY! Leave her alone you crazy old woman! Can't you see she's uncomfortable?"
I turned towards the source of the yell and soon found myself engulfed in two unnaturally warm arms. I froze for a second before I started to try to struggle free from my "saviour".
"What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing, you crazy Yank?" I yelled, finally breaking free from the strange person's arms.
I backed away and looked up, feeling my eyes widen when I saw him. He was at least 200cm, packed with bulging muscles and when I dared look him in the eye I noticed that the gray orbs were filled with the strangest emotion. He was looking at me like I was the most important thing in the world to him and it was creeping me out.
"Paul Walker! Please refrain from any more outbursts on behalf of the new student. I don't believe she appreciates complete strangers embracing her so suddenly in the middle of class."
I flushed slightly at Ms. Martinez's words when realized that now the whole class was staring from this Paul boy to myself, completely raptured by the melodrama.
"Ms. Martinez, can I sit down now?" I asked praying to get out of the spotlight.
Ms. Martinez nodded then took the oversized creep outside the classroom, probably to discipline him. I sat in my sat, conscious of everyone's stares. The girl next to me leaned towards me.
"Hey, I don't think a sticks gonna do a lot against Paul. Where'd you pull that out of anyways?"
I looked down at my hand, only now realizing that I was grasping my wand. My already red face flushed even more as I stuck it in my pocket and sent a fake smile towards the unnamed girl saying simply, "Oh, uh, in England, its normal to carry around a stick for protection"
The girl gave me a strange look but didn't question it. Instead, she held out her hand and introduced herself as Kaitlin. Before any chatting could begin, Ms. Martinez walked back in with the large Paul trailing behind her, his eyes latching on to mine the second he walked in. I looked away quickly, determined to ignore this obviously desperate, hormonal, boy.
End of Flashback
The rest of the class had gone by smoothly enough. Thanks to my speedy retreat from the classroom as soon as the bell rung, I didn't encounter Paul again. Now as I sat in my next class, History, I slowly let the days earlier events slip from my mind as I immersed myself in the voice of the teacher. The rest of the class seemed half asleep but none of them had ever experienced the droning voice of Professor Binns, so I felt I had quite the advantage.
I could only hope that lunch, the only time of the day when I would be obligated to socialize, would go by smoothly.
Well, I feel the need to apologize profusely for the amount of time this chapter took to get out. I have no excuse, except school of course, so you may poke me with virtual pitchforks as much as you want. PLEASSSEEEE REVIEW! Reviews are my inspiration, especially long informative ones. I really want to know what you tttthhhhiiiiinnnnkkkkk! Oh and P.S. I am neither American or British so I know nothing on either schooling systems. I do know that Hogwarts schedule was pretty weird though. Im just going to base LaPush HS off my own highschool and hope for the best.
