Wolf, Witch and Forks


Summary: Renee leaves Forks for good at the dead of night after her best friend Lana Lahote dies in a car crash caused by her drunkard husband. She manages to get sole custody of her daughter Bella as well as her godson, Paul, despite her ex-Charlie and Quileute Tribe's protests. What better place to start a new life then a new country, her maternal aunt finally passes away and Renee inherits her house, Number Five, Privet Drive, Little Whinging Surrey, London.


Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Harry Potter

Authors Note: This has been on my mind for some time. I wanted to write my favourite Twilight pairing of Bella/Paul but incorporate them into the Harry Potter Universe. This going to be equal parts magic combined with a large dose of sappy romance.

Bella and Paul are seven years older than cannon; the Cullens will meet them as full-grown adults. Imprinting would be there but with my twist. Jacob and Edward will come later as the main characters.

Forks is going to be Bella and Paul's summer getaway from Hogwarts after their sixth year to meet their respective Fathers. Paul would be the oldest member of the Pack when he phases.

Harry/ Daphne, Ron/Padma, Hermione/Draco are the main pairings. Neville/Tracey, as well as Luna/Theo Ginny/Blaise, are the secondary pairings. Three Points of View will run Harry, Bella and Paul during the entirety of this Long fic, which will span through Harry's childhood plus all seven years of Hogwarts and then go on to Forks with taking Bella and Paul to Forks in 2004 where Twilight begins.

To write kids properly is very tough. It will be only for a couple of chapters.

The updates for this story would happen on Thursdays or Saturdays fortnightly.


Chapter 1: New Neighbours

Harry

June 1988, Number Four Privet Drive, Little Whinging Surrey

"Vernon I am telling you that woman is flighty as a bird, single mother to a daughter and an American Indian godson is just scandalous." Harry's Aunt Petunia said with wide eyes to his uncle Vernon, a man with a large girth and a long moustache, an uncanny resemblance to a Walrus in Harry's opinion.

Seven-year-old Harry was washing the dishes as his uncle was nodding at his Aunt's rant about their new next-door neighbours while watching the sports news on the telly. A week before Harry had seen a woman with two children enter the late old Ms Higginbotham's house which had been vacant since her passing a month ago when he was weeding his Aunt Petunia's precious rose garden.

Number Five Privet Drive was just the same in appearance as the rest of Cookie-cutter houses of the neighbourhood. The three new occupants were the talk of the town as no moving trucks had come with the odd family.

"At the Ladies luncheon, Renee, old Higginbotham's niece showed up uninvited, how impolite. But as you know we are very gracious, so we let her sit with us at the table. She said she just got the job as a kindergarten teacher and will be starting at the local pre-school soon.

Her daughter is frail pale little thing and the Lahote boy, she calls a godson is a rascal in the making I tell you. Our Dudley is so sweet in comparison, my angel."

His uncle then replied in a gruff voice, "Sounds like a bunch of no good freaks to me." The word freak triggered something in Harry, his uncle called him that when some of the unexplainable accidents around him happened and he was sent to his cupboard under the stairs.

His curiosity seemed to peak but due to his diverted attention a plate slipped from his hand and landed with a cracking thud on the floor, his aunt Petunia roared at him from the sofa, "Potter you can't even do dishes properly, you good for nothing loathsome boy. Go to the cupboard of yours, no breakfast for you tomorrow."

Harry scrambled away from the kitchen, it was better otherwise Aunt Petunia's saucepan on his head would surely hurt a lot. He needed to meet these new kids maybe, he hoped that they would like to be friends with him and not join Dudley's Harry hunting gang.


Next Day

Harry as usual in the middle of the afternoon was watering the plants in his Aunt's Lawn when he saw Piers Polkiss and Dudley troubling a little girl with long brown hair sitting with a book in her hands in the neighbour's garden, Harry felt anger towards them, they troubled him a lot, he could not let anyone else suffer as he did. So he approached them with caution,

"Look Piers little bookworm Bella is crying for mummy" Dudley teased, the girl Bella who had big fat tears rolling down her cheeks. She was clutching the book hard and looked very afraid of the two boys.

Harry's plan was simple to distract the two bullies so that Bella could escape, he was about to approach when he heard a whisper in his ears, "He shrimpy, we are going to teach the two fatties a lesson are you with me?"

Harry glanced to his side to see the owner of the voice, a boy who was about his age but a couple of inches taller than him with short black hair and very tanned skin, he was feeling slightly embarrassed at being called shrimpy but he would give the person a chance only of getting one over Dudley after all this time.

Harry nodded, he followed the other boy and when they were behind an unsuspecting Dudley and Polkiss the boy kicked Dudley hard in the buttocks, and Dudley went rolling down the ground with a howl, Harry tried to mimic the same but his kick was not that forceful to send Polkiss flying but it still hurt the mean boy.

Bella started laughing at the boys lying on the ground after a minute, both of them stood up with watery-eyed Dudley running to his house with Polkiss right behind him after shouting, "Potty, I am going to tell mummy."

"Hey shrimpy, my name is Paul and this is Bella. Would you like to be friends?" the tall boy Paul offered his hand, and Bella gave him a warm smile.

Harry hesitantly shook Paul's hand, he could not describe how happy he was feeling, never had anyone, nor at school or Privet Drive been so nice to him. Everybody called him a troublemaker.

"Yes. And stop calling me shrimpy, my name is Harry Potter."

"Well Shrimpy, are you playing with us or not?" Paul asked with a teasing smile on his face.

Before Harry could respond he was wrapped in a tight hug by Bella, his first hug ever, she then whispered, "Thank you, Harry. Paul is just being a meanie"

Harry got his first friends; this was the happiest day of his life in his seven long years spent in privet drive.

He smiled through the punishment his aunt gave for hurting her Ickle Dudleykins, she made him mop all the floors, vacuum the carpets twice and wipe the stairs clean, but not once did he complain, he was just so excited about tomorrow.

When he went back to his cupboard after dinner in which he only got a miserly piece of chicken and a small cup of mashed potatoes, he heard his Uncle Vernon ask his aunt Petunia, "Potter looks cherry, did he hit his head again today Pat?"

"No, the ungrateful wretch should have though. He deserves worse after he kicked my Diddydums with that neighbour freak Lahote."

"Don't worry Petunia, our boy is a strong lad, he is going to set the little midget straight tomorrow, I know it."

Harry did not feel any worry about tomorrow despite his relatives' obvious misgivings and threats, he now had Paul and Bella on his side.


Mid-July, 1988, Number Five Privet Drive

A month had passed since Harry had first met Bella and Paul; they were currently making an afternoon snack in the kitchen. It was mainly Bella and Harry doing all the cooking while Paul watched from the dining table.

Harry now from the past three weeks had been eating all the three square meals at the neighbour's house as Bella just like him was the family cook while Ms Higginbotham just switched on the gas. Harry thought Ms Higginbotham was a very sweet woman who unlike Petunia did not care about sparkling clean rooms and garden.

But she also was very forgetful and sometimes did not even make dinner as she was busy partying or going out with friends. Bella told him, "Mommy showed me how to make sandwiches and eggs. This had become a new routine for him throughout the summer off from school.

Make the Dursley breakfast, eat his leftover portion and quickly complete all of Aunt Petunia's chores. Then from afternoon to late evening, he spent at Paul and Bella's house. There Bella's mother got them various snacks, candies as well as sometimes Pizza and Burgers. All the things his aunt and uncle got for Dudley regularly but did not share with him.

Harry had gotten accustomed to how opposite Bella and Paul were, Paul was all about playing and hated studies but Bella like books and was not a sporty person. But in the end, they all got along despite some minor fights here and there.

"I am hungry. Hurry up" Paul whined with Bella shouting back at him, "You are a lazy meanie Paul, make your sandwich" But Harry quietly put the extra one he had made on Paul's plate before there were tears.

Paul munched it down very quickly leaving both him and Bella wide-eyed, "Thanks shrimpy, you get me" That was the other thing Harry was now used to, his new nickname. Bella then gave him her slice of the veggie sandwich by saying, "You are always so nice Harry."

Harry blushed at the praise like always. Soon they all were in the backyard playing with the new football which Paul called soccer ball that Ms Higginbotham had got yesterday, "You are very fast shrimpy," Paul said looking shocked when Harry had managed to take the ball from Paul's feet and score a goal which was between two potted plants.

This was the best part of his day, to be carefree and not be scared to be Harry hunted by Dudley's gang. It also helped he had gained a few pounds since last month which his Aunt had not noticed due to him wearing Dudley's hand me downs.

Bella then suddenly said, "Harry, what do you want for your birthday? I will go with mommy so she does not forget to pick up your gift" Another question which made Harry stop. His birthdays were not like Dudley, they were sad days with no treats, cake or gifts. Last year his aunt Petunia had given him a pair of Dudley's old sock and two torn of tennis shoes.

Harry before he could stop himself blurted out 'a cake', with both Bella and Paul looking at him as he was crazy, he then felt bad, now he might lose his friends they might think he was weird.

"Silly shrimpy, everybody gets cake on their Birthday," Paul said with an obvious tone while Bella replied after smiling, "I will tell mommy to get chocolate cake; it is your favourite right. And your gift can be a surprise,"

Harry was so grateful at the moment that he squeaked, "Thank you"

He did not want this to end ever; he pinched himself to see if he was not dreaming when it hurt, he knew he was wide awake.


31st July 1988, Number Five Privet Drive

"Make a wish Harry," Ms Higginbotham encouraged him after blew of the candles on the large chocolate cake. He was surprised by its sheer size as even Dudley did not get such a big one., maybe he did but Harry was locked in his cupboard during his birthday parties.

"I wish Bella and Paul never leave me alone." Harry thought silently with a lot of hope that it would come true.

Miss Higginbotham than brought out two large bags, one was filled with clothes the other had two boxes, "You spend so much time in my house Harry, you should dress the part, my friends think I am neglecting you. I have a reputation to maintain. I called social services on your relatives but they said the matter has been closed already. So I got you some new shirts and shorts which will fit and I want to burn those rags your aunt makes you wear. So you can change when you are at my house"

"Bella then pointed out that you like playing soccer so here is a pair of soccer shoes. They are Bella's present to you."

"Paul, would you like to give your present to Harry?" Miss Higginbotham asked and then Paul stepped forward and sheepishly handed over a beautiful circular object, Harry had never seen before, it had various feathers dangling from it,'

"This is a dream catcher, shrimpy. Renee helped me with it" He said in an awkward voice as he was very uncomfortable giving Harry a present.

"Okay don't give me credit Paul, it was your idea." Miss Higginbotham teased Paul who had turned red as a tomato.

Harry had tears of joy in his eyes at seeing actual presents, He vowed that day he is going to do everything to cherish his newfound family, which had done more for him in a month than Dursleys had done since he first arrived at their house as an eighteen-month-old toddler.


This was just an introductory chapter, I hope you like the idea Than I can go ahead with it.