IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is obviously a cross-over but the character I'm pulling from the Wizarding World will be an OC. Don't worry though, she's friends with a couple familiar faces though you'll have to read to find out who seeing as there will be a lot of characters interacting with one another ;)

As for the timelines, I'm pulling the HP realm up-to-date with that of the VD realm. The Battle of Hogwarts will be taking place in the present time, (The Golden Trio, Draco, and my OC are about to start their 7th year), and in the VD realm.. none of this bullshit with Silas went down. Silas was easily put down and Elena still has her humanity off. If this confuses you, well.. just read ;)

Character Appearance: 5'6, slim yet fit, emerald green eyes, pin-straight black as night hair that falls to the middle of her back, very feminine aristocratic facial bone structure (think Malfoy bone structure). I really don't want to use Lucy Hale again as my OC but she would look really similar to how Belle looks except with green eyes. Link of Belle is on my profile.

Belle Erikson sighed dejectedly for the ump-tenth, her right temple pressed against the cold window pane of her room. Sitting on the window seat with her knees bent and brought in closer to her chest, she stared sadly out the window.

Having been forbidden from seeing her best friends, Fred and George, the summer before her Seventh Year at Hogwarts was a major bore. She had been looking forward to accepting the invite to their older brother's wedding but when word got out through the grape-vine that the number of Deatheaters were on the rise, her parents kept her in the protection of their home. And boy was she ever glad that she had listened to them and didn't attempt to sneak out. Having an attack of Deatheaters during the wedding reception, word got out quickly that the Ministry had fallen and her parents were on more alert than ever.

Being one of the oldest, most powerful, and richest Wizarding families in Great Britain came with the price of being recruited into Voldemort's inner circle and that was what her parent's feared. Though the Erikson family came from a long line of Slytherins, they didn't exactly see eye-to-eye with Voldemort's plan for their world and tried their very hardest to remain neutral.

While her parent's tried their damnedest to remain neutral with their peers, Bella tried her damnedest to remain neutral with her friends at school. Being a Pureblood, she grew up with Draco and became fast friends with the boy though their friendship was tested when School had started. Having been placed with him in Slytherin, being in the most hated and feared house didn't stop Belle from making friends with those of kids from the other houses. Her first friends, besides Draco, ended up being that of Hermione, Fred, and George Weasley who were proud Gryffindors during her Second Year. The twins were cautious of her at first but when she laughed at one of their pranks and congratulated them on their sneakiness, they took quite a liking to the younger girl. Harry came next and though Ron wasn't particularly fond of the Slytherin girl, he was sure to be civil when she was around.

Draco had whined, telling her that she could do a hell of a lot better than befriending the poorest family of their kind but she paid him no mind. He whined and picked on her for the choices of friends and she poked fun at him whenever one of her Gryffindor friends got one-up on him. Especially in their Third-Year when Hermione punched him. She had laughed her bum off when Draco told her why his nose had been broken before calming down and helping him heal it. Telling him that he deserved it for being a whiny git and having the School Board consider killing Buckbeak, Draco scowled at her all the while, almost denying her help but eventually gave in.

She was a one-of-a-kind friend that he could never replace.

Lighting flashed and thunder clapped which brought Belle out of her thoughts. She watched as the sky seemed to have darkened even more. Drops of rain starting to hit her window pane which made the evening seem even more gloomy. Standing up, she made her way over to her bed where her school trunk lay, her robes laid out beside it on her bed. Picking up her robes to fold them, an object fell off of one of them and she frowned when she picked it up. In her hand was the Head Girl Badge. The position was sure to have been Hermione's but given the fact that she, Harry, and Ron were on the run, the position got passed down to her. Looking at the Badge made her think of Draco which made her frown deepen. He had always told her that she was meant to be Head Girl if the mudblood Granger hadn't beaten her for it which of course led her to smack him until he apologized for saying the 'm' word in front of her.

But Draco wouldn't be there at school with her either. Having become a Deatheater, Belle was terrified for him. She didn't want that fate for one of her good friends and she bawled her eyes out when he showed her the mark at the beginning of their Sixth Year. With Draco having the Dark Mark, it almost damaged their friendship for good but when he broke down in front of her and explained why he had to become one, her heart broke for him even more.

With two of her friends plus Ron on the run, two more friends hiding out and planning to stand up to Voldemort's plans, and another friend in Voldemort's Inner Circle, Belle was left with no-one to speak to.

This was not how their lives were supposed to go.

After having everything folded and packed away in her school trunk, Belle left it open in case she needed to add something else and went back to the window seat. Thunder clapped louder, rain hit harder, and when the lightening flashed yet again, Belle could've sworn she saw smokey figures flying through the storm.

Not even a minute later, an explosion sounded downstairs and Belle whirled around, flicking her wrist backward to allow her wand to drop down from the holster attached to her inner forearm. Now facing her bedroom door, she gripped her wand and took hesitant steps forward. Windows shattering sounded next and as Belle made a move to open her door and investigate the noises, her bedroom door slammed open with her Mother rushing inside.

Taking in her Mother's disheveled appearance, a few hairs coming undone from her usual elegant bun, Belle finally spoke. "What's going on?"

"They're here.", was all her Mother said. She made a bee-line for her daughter's school trunk, dropping a few items into the trunk before brandishing her wand and waving it over said trunk.

"What are you doing?" Belle's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the explosions continued downstairs. It sounded as if someone was having a duel in the foyer of their home. "Mum?" When her Mother didn't speak, Belle grabbed her Mother by the shoulders. "Mum! What's going on?"

"Deatheaters." She murmured, her face having lost all it's color. Even Belle's face drained of color when her Mum mentioned that one word. "Your Father's holding them off downstairs but you must hurry. I need to get you out of here." She dug into the pocket of her robe, pulling out an expensive looking diamond and emerald necklace, and clasped it around her daughter's neck in a hurry.

"What's this?" Bella asked, her nerves climbing higher and higher.

"Port-key." Her Mum answered. "It's charmed to turn into a collar when you're in your other form and back into a necklace when you're back in human form."

"Okay but why?"

"Enough with the questions!" Her Mum cried in a rush. "The port-key will leave in less than two minutes so I need you to transform. When the Deatheaters break down the door, I want you to run and don't look back. Just keep running." She urged her daughter.

"Mum." Tears filled Belle's eyes as the sounds of a duel could no longer be heard.

"Don't." She wiped the tears away from her daughter's face. "Where you're going, you'll be safe. They'll look after you and when the truth about you comes out, your trunk of things will appear to you. I've seen it." She assured her. "You might want to explain a few things to them but when you do, they'll accept it." Belle nodded and didn't question her Mother any further. In her family's bloodline, there had been a history of Seers and her Mother had been lucky enough to become one. Belle, on the other hand, was glad that the family trait had skipped her. "Now hurry! Transform before they get up here."

Belle swallowed the lump in her throat as she quickly hugged her Mother, her Mother choking back a sob as her daughter pulled away and hid her wand away. Without another thought, Belle's figure shrunk until she was in the form of a black panther. Emerald green eyes, that matched that of the now diamond and emerald collar, peered up at her weeping Mother before her sensitive ears picked up someone just down the hallway where her bedroom door resided.

Tail flicking in annoyance, Belle locked gazes with her door and stood in front of her Mother. The door to her room was blasted open, and as the smoke cleared away, Belle's lips pulled back in a snarl as she angrily hissed at the intruding Deatheater. Lunging at the masked Deatheater, Belle's jaw clenched around the wrist that was holding a wand out toward her and bit down. When the wand clattered to the floor, Belle jumped back when she saw a flash of red hit the Deatheater and watched as he was thrown into the wall.

"Run!"

As Belle raced down the halls and leapt down stairs, she passed up many surprised Deatheaters who she had to jump on and knock them off balance so she had a chance to escape. When she passed the third Deatheater, she knew it was inevitable that her Mother wouldn't make it to see daylight the following day.

Bounding down the third flight of stairs, she leapt over a body at the foot of the last staircase and skidded to a stop so she could do a double-take. The lifeless eyes of her Father stared endlessly up at the ceiling.

She felt the familiar tug beginning to tingle behind where her navel should have been had she been in human form and backpedaled away from her Father's lifeless form. Before the portkey could fully activate, the flash of incoming red caught her in the ribs and she was thrown backward into a glass cabinet that had her Mum's favorite glass figurines.

A masked Deatheater loomed over her, wand pointed down at her but before a curse could leave his or her lips, the room spun around her and her vision went black.

Sorry for the short chapter but trust me, they're not all this short. They'll get longer soon.

FYI: I really tried to keep the characters in character but some things just don't work out. They'll each have their moments when they're in character and times when they're not. Hopefully you'll still enjoy it.