{A/N} This is my first fanfic ever so don't judge to harshly. This story is from adopted from JustBearWithMe under the same name. This is a HP and Twilight crossover with a slight POJ that's quite obvious.

So without further ado

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BP

[Harry's POV]

Ron & Hermione's house

"Hi guys" I said as I came in through the front door

"Hey Harry" Hermione and Ron said sounding a bit tired

"What are you guys doing?" I asked as I looked around the entrance noticing the amount of luggage around "where are you going?"

"We're going to go look for my parents in Australia so that we can fix their memory" Hermione answered

"Can I come?" I asked

Hermione and Ron looked at each other before looking at me and asking me sounding on edge "why do you want to come?"

I looked at them both then looked at the floor questioning why they sounded like that before saying "Because we haven't really seen each other since the end of the war and you two are my best friends"

I glanced up as I finished saying that thinking that they would say yes, I couldn't have been more wrong

"No" Silence insured after that as I tried to wrap my head around it. No I must have heard it wrong.

"No?"

"Yes" huh so I didn't hear wrong.

"Why?"

"Because Harry you are not our friend, you never were" Hermione said voice devoid of any emotion

"What? Hermione I'm sorry but I think you might have accidently hit yourself with an obliviate because we've been friends for 7 years" I told her not believing a word she said because of course we were friends, right?

"Ron? Back me up here. She's wrong right?" I asked Ron

"No, She's right" and with those three words my world turned upside down

"What?" I said feeling betrayed "what do you mean she's right?"

"I mean that we're not your friends and I don't know why you would think we ever were. I mean seriously who would want to ever be friends with you?" Ron said "Oh look at me I'm Harry Potter and I've got a sad and lonely life. Oh spare me the details. The only reason why we even put up with you over these years is because Dumbledore has been paying us."

"Dumbledore knew?" was all I that could come out my mouth as all the emotions that I felt after that came coming down.

"Of course he…." Everything else was all drowned away because at that moment I decided to run through the door never looking back

Unknown forest in South America

After I ran out of their house [I refuse to call them by their name] I aparated {A/N IDK how it's spelt} to the most isolated place I could think of which was some rainforest I remember reading about to Teddy and just kept running.

After I don't know how long amount of time running I collapsed and just started crying. How could they do this to me? Did nobody trust me at all? Did I have any friends? These questions just raged through my mind for who knows how long be for who knows how long before I heard the snap of a twig.

I got up as quick as possible as I shifted to my anamagus form {A/N again IDK how it's spelt ok} which was a Beautiful Black Panther with glowing green eyes and ran as fast as I possibly could. Which couldn't be very far because next thing I knew I was looking into a pair of blood red eyes as something stabbed my trout.

After that my body erupted into a world full of pain. The pain was indescribable and you don't want to know how it felt. It felt like a million crucios all wrapped into one and that is me just downsizing it but as I lay on the forest floor with my world full of pain there was one thing going through my mind was

Damn my potter luck.

{A/N} Annnnd that's my first chapter hope you liked it. It took a lot of work. Thank you JustBearWithMe for letting me adopt your story. Constructive criticism is accepted here.

Thank you for reading my story.

Hela Potter.