Full Summary: Bella is The-Girl-Who-Lived. The past is the same, only it was Bella who was there when Lily and James were killed. Bella goes to the Dursley's since she is now the chosen one. The only difference between the Dursley's in this story and the books is that they are not only verbally abusive but also physically abusive. When Bella goes to Hogwarts she finds friends and a loving family. People start to find out about the abuse and demands that Bella not be allowed to go back to the Dursley's. What will Dumbledore's answer be?

I do not own anything originally from Harry Potter or Twilight.

IPOV

Fridays were indeed, shorter than the rest of the week.

Or, at least, the class periods were shorter and I only had four classes a day. And it was going okay… Until Charms.

I was paired up with Neville again and Hermione had the rotten luck to be partnered up with Weasley. Poor thing.

"You're saying it wrong!" I heard Hermione say. "It's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa! Make the 'gar' nice and long," she instructed.

"You do it then, if you're so clever," Weasley snarled. Idiot boy…

I heard Hermione murmur the spell and saw her flick her wand. Her white feather rose into the air. Weasley gazed up at it with open mouthed awe.

After class, Hermione, Neville and I were walking across the grounds, trying to get to the Great Hall in one piece when we passed Weasley.

"It's no wonder the only person that can stand her is that slimy Slytherin snake. She's a nightmare, honestly. A complete know-it-all. She needs to go back to wherever she came from and stop bothering us respectable Gryffindors," He said loudly to Seamus Finnigan. With that, Hermione burst into tears and ran off. I immediately took off running after her. I bashed my shoulder into Weasley's chest hard, causing him to fall on his ass.

I sat with Hermione in the girls room for the rest of the day. I could hear the people in the Great Hall even from here, eating their suppers and enjoying the Halloween feast.

I heard screaming, but assumed that it was just some stunt by the Ghosts. I stayed crouched next to Hermione, comforting her.

"Weasley's an idiot. He's just jealous because he couldn't do the spell right and you could on the first try," I murmured wrapping my arms around Hermione tighter. She nodded against my shoulder.

"You're right," she finally relented.

"I know I am, " I said smiling. "Now let's get out of here. I want food," I exclaimed, standing up. We exited the stall that we had been occupying for half the day, but stopped short.

There was a huge, smelly thing in here with us. A huge smelly Mountain Troll, to be exact. And I had no clue how I was going to fight this. Ho-ly Craaaaap….

When you can't beat 'em, scream.

Hermione and I let out two high-pitched, ear drum shattering screeches of terror at the same time. We ducked back into the stall as the troll swung it's giant club at us. It smashed all the stalls and I was sliced in the arm with a sharp sliver of wood.

The door burst open again, and none other than Ronald Weasley burst in. His wand was raised and ready for action. I saw his wand form the word 'shit' then open in a loud bellow as the troll turned and swung at him.

Not wanting him to die, I picked up a bit of wood and threw it at the troll's head. He turned and looked at me, but then turned away and back to the red head.

I then did something that was both very reckless and very brave: I took a running leap at the troll and landed with my arms around his neck. I don't think he would have noticed me if it hadn't been for the wand that was protruding from his nose.

I swung around on it's back, waiting for Weasley to do something - anything - to help me. And then, I remembered something I had read in a book from the library. Hopefully this stunt wouldn't kill me…

I grabbed hold of my wand, hoping this spell would work and not backfire. In a loud bellow I shouted the spell.

"BOMBARDA!"

I was blasted back and hit the wall with a dull thud. I slid down, shaking my head as I went. The black spots that had been cropping up in my vision cleared and I looked up to find three Professors in the bathroom with us.

Snape and McGonagall were white with fury, while Quirrel looked about ready to pass out.

If you asked me what happened in the next hour, I could honestly tell you: I have no idea what the hell happened.

All I know is that I was escorted to the hospital wing by Professor Snape for the third time that year to be checked out, then sent back to the dorm in full health. I fell asleep on top of the covers in my blood covered clothes, still covered in troll bits. I was also still damp with blood and had my wand clutched in my hand.

Three words: Worst. Halloween. Ever.

And I mean that with the deepest sincerity.