Storm

A/N: New Harry Potter/ Twilight crossover! Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Storm is fully based off me, but that's it. :D

Oh my god...over 100 reviews. I literally cannot believe it. I'm so...so...so...fucking happy. Elated, really. I promise you I will not give up on this story (:

Third Person POV, but following Storm!

Storm thrashed violently in her sleep, her hands clutching the sheets so tight her knuckles were white. Fred and George were frantically trying to wake her, so they didn't get caught having a girl in their dorms. They shook her, but nothing woke her.

"What was that!" whispered Fred, scared. A noise, the portrait hole opening, sounded. It was nearing three am, no one was up. That could only mean...

"Shit. A professor." cursed George. A gasp filled the nearly silent room. They looked down and saw Storm staring at them, fear present in her eyes. Her hair was a black color and her eyes were turning purple. She was far more than frightened.

"A-Arthur." stuttered Storm. The twins shared a glance at their fathers name. "He-He's been hurt. Badly!"

"S-Storm? Honey you were dreaming." said George carefully. Storm snapped up, anger replacing the fear.

"No. He's been hurt. By Voldemort. H-He was bitten by a s-s-snake. N-Nagini..." stammered Storm. She yanked opened the trunk at the end of the bed and pulled off her dirty camisole, both boys blushed and turned away, and pulled on a t-shirt that was way to big for her. It was Georges, and even on him it was huge. It nearly drowned Storm as she yanked off her jeans.

"Come on. We have to go see Dumbledore." said Storm quickly. She grabbed their hands and practically dragged them down the stairs. While they ran she changed her hair back to it's usual flaming orange.

"Password?" inquired the gargoyle.

"Fizzing Whizbee." spat Storm impatiently. He sprung to life and Storm literally ran so quickly she jumped through the doorway. Instead of knocking politely she hastily banged on the door.

"Come in." said a voice. Storm thrust the door open, and stomped in. Inside was Dumbledore, sitting at his desk with a wary expression.

"Miss Black! Misters Weasley? It's-" began Dumbledore, obviously caught off guard.

"Arthur. He's been attacked. Probably doing the...ah...task. By the snake. It-" spluttered Storm, but was cut off by the door opening. It revealed McGonagall, Ron, and Harry. Harry was sweaty and shaking.

"Professor, Potter had a nightmare." said Professor McGonagall, not noticing the other three. "He says..."

"It wasn't a nightmare!" insisted Harry.

"Very well Potter, then you explain it to the Headmaster." said McGonagall, slightly exasperated.

"I already did that." said Storm coldly. Harry looked up and saw her, longing swimming into his eyes. Storm glared at him, not looking away until he shrunk from her gaze.

"Mr. Weasley has been attacked! He's hurt! Professor, do something!" said Harry. Dumbledore looked grim, and sent Storm a look. Dumbledore looked at two portraits.

"Everard?" He said sharply. "And you too Dilys."

A sallow faced wizard with short, black bangs and an elderly witch with long silver ringlets in the frame beside him, both of whom seemed to have been in the deepest of sleeps opened their eyes immediately.

"You were listening?" said Dumbledore.

The wizard nodded, the witch said, "Naturally."

"The man has red hair and glasses," said Dumbledore. "Everard, you will need to raise the alarm, make sure he is found by the right people."

Both nodded and moved sideways out of their frames, but instead of emerging in neighboring pictures (as usually happened at Hogwarts), neither reappeared; one frame now contained nothing but a backdrop of dark curtain, the other a handsome leather armchair.

"But Mr. Weasley could be anywhere!" shouted Harry, after Dumbledore explained where most of their other pictures were.

"There is only one place." hissed Storm. Dumbledore glanced at the two teenager who, to his knowledge, had been best friends until recently when they began to be romantically involved. Harry winced at the venom in her voice. He sighed loudly.

"Storm. You take George with you, and get Professor Snape. You four sit down. No, Professor, go get Miss Weasley. You three sit down." ordered Dumbledore. Storm nodded, and bolted from the room with George not far behind.

"Jeez, I'm beginning to regret my wardrobe choice." grumbled Storm, tugging down the nightshirt that only went to mid thighs. She looked at the shirt, then gasped.

"George you freak! Why the hell do you have a shirt like this!" gasped Storm, pointing to the words on the shirt. "'Can I butter your muffin.' Really!"

"Aw c'mon! It's funny!" whined George as they tumbled down the ramps.

"I know it is, but we're seeing a bloody professor. Now on top of the fact that I look like a fuckin' tart, I have a sexual innuendo plastered on my chest." laughed Storm. George let out a laugh until he saw the door in sight. Light poured from below it.

"I feel like we're approaching a fuckin' bomb." whispered Storm, hiding behind George. George let out an involuntary snort. Storm shushed him, but burst into peals of laughter. The pair leaned against each other, so hysterical they were in tears. They stopped laughing when the door flung open. Storm subconsciously hid behind George.

"Students out of bed? Late night rendezvous perhaps?" sneered Snape. George was silent, so Storm piped up.

"Actually no. Not that I'd ever get in the way of your point docking of us Gryffindors, I am here to fetch you. We are here to fetch you for Dumbledore." said Storm curtly. Snape sighed and nodded. Storm took notice at the fact that he was fully dressed. She and George followed about ten feet behind him as he swiftly navigated the dark castle.

"Hey." whispered George. Storm looked up. He gave me a grin. "Get on my back."

"W-What?" stuttered Storm, thoroughly confused.

"Get on my back." repeated George. He glanced at the potions master, who seemingly hadn't heard them. He stopped and crouched low. Storm shrugged before leaping onto his back. She giggled into his ear. Storm wrapped her arms around his neck, but not so tight as to choke him. He trotted slowly, just behind Snape. Storm fought giggles the entire time. 'I'm happy. I shouldn't be, but I am.' thought Storm, slightly wistful. She didn't let her mind stray to her demolished relationship, and focused on the elated feeling she had in George's presence. They walked up to the gargoyle, that was open, and Snape nearly ran up. George, with Storm still on his back, followed him. They burst into giggles as they entered the room. George slid Storm off his back.

"Urgh!" gasped Harry, seeing the pair. Storm smirked at his obvious regret and anger. She and George went over to Fred, while Ron and Harry glared at them. Storm locked hands with George and Fred, when Dumbledore turned around. Ginny bit her lip, and held Fred's other hand.

"Arthur has been taken to St. Mungos. We're not sure...of his condition." said Dumbledore somberly. Storm felt the hands connected to her tighten as they gasped.

"Harry, you go with Professor Snape. Storm, you too. You can help him. You four," said Dumbledore, turning to the Weasleys. "Will go to Grimmauld Place. There you will await further instruction. A portkey will be here within the half hour. The three of you, go."

Harry and Snape left, leaving Storm to glower at the floor. She hugged Fred, Ginny, and George goodbye. She just sniffed at Ron, who had taken Harry's side. With a flourish of her newly turned black and curly hair and a roll of her bright blue eyes she stormed out of the room, after two of her least favorite people in the world.

A/N: Since you lovely's got me to 100 review I did this chapter as a treat. Dunno when I'll right again? One of you, ahem, I won't say who, keeps taking the bloody ideas right from my effing head...D: I know what's gonna happen in the next three or so chapters, none of which will be Storm/Harry love xD Hint Hint...lol, so review loves! :D