FORKS, WASHINGTON, JULY 1991
Ivory POV
"Ivory! You have a letter!" My adoptive aunt called.
I'm Ivory Lily Rosier Cullen. Birth name, Ivory Lily Rosier. I'm a vampire. In forks. I live with my adoptive parents Carlisle and Esme Cullen, my adoptive aunt Rose, my adoptive siblings Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, and Edward. I'm an eliquete. The most powerful type of Vampire. But we just have multiple powers, that's it. And we're magical. Like real magic. Spells, Charms, Curses, Hexes and Jinxes. I learnt those quickly, thanks to my aunt Rose. She's an eliquete. Us eliquetes. We have sensory deprivation, pain illusion, mental shield, telepathy, subjective precognition, and others that I don't want to name. Enough of this. Let's see what this letter says. I never get letters. Everyone in Forks High School "texts" whatever that is.
As I open the letter, I recognized the crest. It's Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My aunt went there about 100 years ago. Hm. I guess it's my turn.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms Ivory Lily Rosier Cullen
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"I've sent them an owl," Rose said. "We're going to Diagon Alley."
I guess I'm going to Hogwarts. Wait.
"Rose, did you tell Professor Dumbledore. That we're vampires?"
"No, I think you should do that when you get there."
"Should I even tell him?"
"I think you should. How would it look if you turned up to every meal, but just sat there without eating anything?"
"Fine."
LONDON, DIAGON ALLEY, JULY 1991
"Check your list, Ivory, let's see what you need to get."
"Rose, I look ridiculous. I was bitten when I was 17 and I'm going to be entering a class full of 11-year-olds and people in higher grades that'll be shorter than me. "
"Well, I can't help that."
I rolled my eyes and pulled out the second sheet of paper from the letter:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Uniform
First-year students will require:
Three sets of plain work robes (black)
One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
One winter cloak (black, silver fastening)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the
following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Tremble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
"Come on, we're going to Gringotts. We'll exchange human money to galleons, sickles and knuts."
We got to Gringotts. It was filled with goblins. Goblins leading people off to other places. Goblins measuring something red.
"Hello," Rose said to a free goblin. "I'd like to exchange muggle money."
We exchanged muggle money and exited Gringotts.
"Lets go get your uniform," Rose said. "Madam Malkin's should do."
Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve. She lead me to the back where we measured and bought my robes and uniform.
We went stopped to buy parchment and quills in a small store called Scribbulus Writing Implements. Stacks of parchment on the shelves. Pots of ink and quills everywhere. We got two quills: a regular white one and an Eagle feather one.
We bought my course books in a shop called Flourish and Blotts where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing in them at all.
We got a pewter cauldron, a nice set of scales for weighing potion ingredients and a collapsible brass telescope.
Then we visited the Apothecary, which was fascinating enough to make up for its horrible smell, a mixture of bad eggs and rotted cabbages. Barrels of slimy stuff stood on the floor; jars of herbs, dried roots, and bright powders lined the walls; bundles of feathers, strings of fangs, and snarled claws hung from the ceiling. While Rose asked the man behind the counter for a supply of some basic potion ingredients for me, I examined silver unicorn horns at twenty-one Galleons each and minuscule, glittery-black beetle eyes (five Knuts a scoop).
We decided to get an owl, so I could write to Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Rosalie, Edward, Alice, Jaspar and Rose when I wanted to.
Twenty minutes later, we left Eeylops Owl Emporium, which had been dark and full of rustling and flickering, jewel-bright eyes. I was now carrying a large cage that held a beautiful snowy owl, with bright blue eyes, like mine when I was a human. She was fast asleep with her head under her wing. I decided to call her Lily, after my middle name.
The last shop we needed to go to was Ollivanders. It was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.
A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair that Rose sat on to wait. I felt strangely as though he had entered a very strict library; he swallowed a lot of new questions that had just occurred to him and looked instead at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic.
"Good afternoon," said a soft voice.
An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.
"Hello," I said politely.
"Welcome to Ollivanders," said Mr. Ollivander. "I am Mr Ollivander, who are you?"
"I'm Ivory Cullen. This is my adoptive aunt, Rose Cullen."
"Hello," Rose said. "Pleasure to meet you."
"Well, now - Ms. Cullen. Let me see." He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"
"Well, I'm right-handed." I said.
"Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured me from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Ms. Cullen. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."
Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.
"That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then, Ms. Cullen. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. just take it and give it a wave."
I waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of my hand almost at once.
"Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try -"
I had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander.
"No, no -here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out."
I tried multiple wands, which none of them seemed to satisfy Mr. Ollivander. Rose has studied wandlore before, but I didn't know what Mr. Ollivander was looking for.
"Here, try this one. Hawthorn wood with phoenix feather141/2 inches, nice and supple. Good for duelling and charm work."
I took the wand. I felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. I waved it around a bit, creating gold-orange sparks fly everywhere, like fireworks.
"Good, Good. That one will do good for you. I see you doing well in Defence against the dark arts, potions, and charms.
I thanked Mr. Ollivander, paid seven gold Galleons for his wand, and Mr. Ollivander bowed us from his shop.
HOGWARTS EXPRESS, SEPTEMBER 1991
I looked for an empty compartment as I walked down the Hogwarts Express. There were many people around. All compartments seemed to be full. I went through the whole train and they were all full. Their thoughts kept buzzing in my head. Besides one compartment, which sat a messy black-haired boy and a red freckled hair boy. I slid open the door and they both looked at me. I instantly recognized the black-haired boy as Harry Potter. Rose told me about him.
"Hi, can I sit here? Every compartment is full." I spoke.
"Sure." Said Harry Potter.
"I'm Ivory Cullen," I said. "You're Harry Potter."
"Yea" he mumbled.
"I don't know who you are." Asking the red-haired boy. Obviously, I did. But it would have been odd to say, "You're Ronald Weasley", when I didn't know him.
"Ron Weasley." Said the red-haired boy.
We had a small chat when a small witch pushing a trolley said, "Anything off the trolley, dears?"
"No-thanks, I brought sandwiches" Ron mumbled.
But Harry went out to buy something and came back with arms filled with candy.
"Hungry, are you?" asked Ron.
"Starving" Harry replied. "Ivory have one of these things," holding a pumpkin pasty. "They're good."
"They're pumpkin pasties, and no thanks, I'm not hungry" I said.
"Go-on, have one!" Ron said.
I smiled and said, "Really, I'm not hungry. Besides, it's your money, you should be eating that for yourself."
The countryside now flying past the window was becoming wilder. The neat fields had gone. Now there were woods, twisting rivers, and dark green hills.
There was a knock on the door of their compartment and the round-faced boy came in. He looked tearful.
"Sorry," he said, "but have you seen a toad at all?"
When we shook our heads, he wailed, "I've lost him! He keeps getting away from me!"
"He'll turn up," said Harry.
"Yes," said the boy miserably. "Well, if you see him..."
He left.
"Don't know why he's so bothered," said Ron. "If I'd brought a toad, I'd lose it as quick as I could. Mind you, I brought Scabbers, so I can't talk."
The rat was still snoozing on Ron's lap.
"He might have died and you wouldn't know the difference," said Ron in disgust. "I tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but the spell didn't work. I'll show you, look..."
He rummaged around in his trunk and pulled out a very battered-looking wand. It was chipped in places and something white was glinting at the end.
"The Unicorn hair's nearly poking out" Ron said
He had just raised his wand when the compartment door slid open again. The toadless boy was back, but this time he had a girl with him. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes.
"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.
"We've already told him we haven't seen it," said Ron, but the girl wasn't listening, she was looking at the wand in his hand.
"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then."
She sat down. Ron looked taken aback.
"Er - all right."
He cleared his throat.
"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."
He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed grey and fast asleep.
"Are you sure that's a real spell?" said the girl. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is, I've heard - I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough - I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you.
She said all this very fast.
Harry looked at Ron, and I read his thoughts. He was relieved that Ron didn't learn the course books by heart
"I'm Ron Weasley," Ron muttered.
"Ivory Cullen" I said.
"Harry Potter," said Harry.
"Are you really?" said Hermione. "I know all about you, of course - I got a few extra books. for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century.
"Am I?" said Harry.
"Goodness, didn't you know, I'd have found out everything I could if it was me," said Hermione. "Do either of you know what house you'll be in? I've been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad...
Anyway, we'd better go and look for Neville's toad. You two had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon."
And she left, taking the toadless boy with her.
"Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in it," said Ron. He threw his wand back into his trunk. "Stupid spell - George gave it to me, bet he knew it was a dud."
"What house are your brothers in?" asked Harry.
"Gryffindor," said Ron. Gloom seemed to be settling on him again. "Mom and Dad were in it, too. I don't know what they'll say if I'm not. I don't suppose Ravenclaw would be too bad but imagine if they put me in Slytherin."
"That's the house Vol-, I mean, You-Know-Who was in?"
"Yeah," said Ron. He flopped back into his seat, looking depressed.
"I don't mind which house they put me in, as long as they think it's right for me," I said. "Even if they put me in Slytherin, but I really hope they don't."
"Did anyone learn a bit of magic before they came?" Harry said.
"Not unless you count that spell that George gave me" said Ron.
I felt really awkward. Rose had taught me since I joined the Cullen Coven. Since I was an eliquete. "I know a bit," I said. "I can show you if you'd like."
"Sure." Harry said.
I raised my wand. I decided to fix Harry's glasses, which were sellotaped in the middle. Pointing at his glasses, I said "Oculus Reparo". Harry's glasses magically repaired and the Sellotape fell off.
"Thanks" Harry said.
"What's your Quidditch team?" Ron asked.
"Er - I don't know any," Harry confessed.
"What!" Ron looked dumbfounded. "Oh, you wait, it's the best game in the world -" And he was off, explaining about the four balls and the positions of the seven players, describing famous games he'd been to with his brothers and the broomstick he'd like to get if he had the money. I felt it was rather boring hearing him rant about it. He was about to talk about the fouls when I cut him out.
"Um I don't support any. I've flew on a broom and played a little bit, but I don't really watch it."
"Oh you wait until you watch it, it's the best thing ever," Ron said.
I smiled. It was nice to talk to someone who was so interested in one thing.
He was talking about his favourite team, The Chudley Cannons, when the compartment door slid open yet again, but it wasn't the toadless boy, or Hermione Granger this time.
Three boys entered. A pale blond faced boy and two boys that looked like they could knock out Ron and Harry in one sweep. The middle one was looking at Harry with a lot more interest than me or Ron.
"Is it true?" The pale boy said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
"Yes," said Harry. He was looking at the other boys. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean. They looked like bodyguards of the pale boy.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Draco Malfoy looked at him."Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are.
My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford."
"And who are you?" Malfoy said to me, rather rudely.
"Ivory Cullen" I replied.
"Muggle-born?"
I actually didn't know how to answer this one. I really didn't know.
"No clue," I lied. "Parents died when I was barely one, raised in an adoptive muggle family though"
Malfoy snorted and turned back to Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
He held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it.
"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," he said coolly.
Draco Malfoy didn't go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks.
"I'd be careful if I were you, Potter," he said slowly. "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys, Cullen or that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you."
Both Harry and Ron stood up.
"Say that again," Ron said, his face as red as his hair.
"Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" Malfoy sneered.
I got up.
"I don't want to hurt you, but if you force me to, I will" I said bravely
"What good can you do, Cullen?" Malfoy sneered.
"Don't underestimate me, Malfoy," I retorted. "Now leave. Before I make you."
I pulled out my wand.
"But we don't feel like leaving, do we, boys? We've eaten all our food and you still seem to have some."
Goyle reached toward the Chocolate Frogs next to Ron – I was about to stop him when Ron leapt forward, but before he'd so much as touched Goyle, Goyle let out a horrible yell.
Scabbers the rat was hanging off his finger, sharp little teeth sunk deep into Goyle's knuckle - Crabbe and Malfoy backed away as Goyle swung Scabbers round and round, howling, and when Scabbers finally flew off and hit the window, all three of them disappeared at once. Perhaps they thought there were more rats lurking among the sweets, or perhaps they'd heard footsteps, because a second later, Hermione Granger had come in.
"What has been going on?" she said, looking at the sweets all over the floor and Ron picking up Scabbers by his tail.
I think he's been knocked out," Ron said to Harry. He looked closer at Scabbers. "No - I don't believe it - he's gone back to sleep-"
And so he had.
"You've met Malfoy before?" I asked Harry.
Harry explained about their meeting in Diagon Alley.
"I've heard of his family," said Ron darkly. "They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they'd been bewitched. My dad doesn't believe it. He says Malfoy's father didn't need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side." He turned to Hermione. "Can we help you with something?"
"You'd better hurry up and put your robes on, I've just been up to the front to ask the conductor, and he says we're nearly there. You haven't been fighting, have you? You'll be in trouble before we even get there!"
"Scabbers has been fighting, not us," said Ron, scowling at her. "Would you mind leaving while we change?"
"All right - I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors," said Hermione in a sniffy voice. "And you've got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?"
Ron glared at her as she left. I looked out of the window. It was getting dark. I could see mountains and forests under a deep purple sky. The train did seem to be slowing down.
We took off their jackets and pulled on their long black robes. Ron's were a bit short for him, you could see his sneakers underneath them.
A voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."
Harry seemed to shudder. Ron suddenly looked so pale; you could see every freckle. Harry and Ron crammed their pockets with the last of the sweets, but there were still wrappers everywhere.
"Oh for goodness sake," I said, pulling my wand out. "Evanesco!"
The candy wrappers all vanished, and we joined the crowd outside.
"That was some good magic, Ivory" Ron said.
"Thanks" I replied.
I was about to tell him more spells I learnt from my aunt, but something caught my eye.
There was this quite good-looking boy, possibly a year or two older than a typical 11-year-old, but I couldn't read his mind like I could with anyone else. Brown-haired. Grey eyed. Decent. Hm. His blood. Wizardry blood smells so attractive, but I can handle it. But I wanted to bite him so badly. But I did all I could to stop myself. I can't explain how the blood smelt. Like strawberries.
I was barely able to make it when the train slowed right down and finally stopped. People pushed their way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. Everyone was shivering but I was fine. Cold skin did have a use then. Hm. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students, and I heard a deep friendly voice: "Firs' years! Firs' years over here! All right there, Harry?"
A friendly big hairy face beamed over the sea of heads. I read his mind and realised he was half giant called Hagrid. That could explain his vastness. "C'mon, follow me - any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"
Slipping and stumbling, we followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them. Nobody spoke much. Neville, the boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice.
"Ye' all get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid called over his shoulder, "jus' round this bend here."
There was a loud "Oooooh!"
The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black take. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.
"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. I sat in a boat with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, much to Ron's disgust. "Everyone in?" shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. "Right then - FORWARD!"
The fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, many of them staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over us as we sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood.
"Heads down!" yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff; we all bent our heads and the little boats carried us through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. We were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking us right underneath the castle, until we reached a kind of underground harbour, where we clambered out onto rocks and pebbles.
"Oy, you there! Is this your toad?" said Hagrid, who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them.
"Trevor!" cried Neville blissfully, holding out his hands. Then we clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle.
We walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, Oak front door.
"Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?"
Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.
HOGWARTS EXPRESS, SEPTEMBER 1991
Cedric POV
I was sitting chatting with my friends when I noticed a quite pretty, quite tall girl passed by. She's seems a bit taller than me. I think she's in first year, because I've never seen her before. She's really tall for an 11-year-old. Oh she was very pretty I'd say. Pale white skin, orange-gold eyes, long silk-like brown hair, that ended with a blonde ombre. I've never seen a stranger colour for eyes. Many students have brown, blue, or gray eyes. I have gray eyes. I was busy thinking when something my friends said brought me back to my senses.
"Did you hear Harry Potter's on the train?" Anthony Jones said.
"Really?" I replied.
"Yeah, let's go see if it's true." Evan Williams said, getting up.
"No," I replied. "Potter has enough to deal with at the moment. Literally everyone's going to be talking about him, it's rude enough without staring into his compartment window."
"Fine." Evan replied.
The trolley witch came along and I bought us some pumpkin pasties. I don't know why, but the pale skinned girl wouldn't get out of my head.
I decided to go to the bathroom so I went to the back of the train. As I pasted one of the back compartments, I saw her again. The pale skinned girl. Sitting with Harry Potter and a red-haired boy I assumed to be a Weasley. Fred and George Weasley were in my year. The natural troublemakers of the school. Percy Weasley was two years ahead of me. The pale skinned girl seemed to be fixing Potter's glasses. I went on.
When I got back to my compartment, I told them.
"Yea, Harry Potter's here," I said. "Saw him on the way to the bathroom."
My friends looked interested.
"Well this year will be interesting," Evan said. "Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."
My mind was still on the pale skinned girl. Hopefully, she was in Hufflepuff. Like me. She was definitely a first year. I have never seen her anywhere in the school, and I already had been here for a good 3 years. I've never seen a stranger color of eyes, a first year who looked as tall as a 7th year, and someone so beautiful. I wanted to try to talk to her. But I knew it wouldn't happen. No matter how much I wanted it to be.
The voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."
I went out into the corridor with my friends and there she was again. Standing with the Weasley kid and Harry Potter. Something seemed to hit her. Like a bad smell. She turned around and looked at me. She stared at me in an interested way. As though there was something off about me. She was holding her breath. As though I smelled bad or something. Hm. She seemed to be resisting something. What an interesting to react to someone.
The train slowed right down and finally stopped. The pale-skinned girl seemed to be relieved to be off the train. People pushed their way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. I was freezing. A cold wind blew over us, but the pale skinned girl seemed to be fine. She was standing still as though she wasn't cold. Hm. I went back to the carriages and headed to the school.
Authors Note: This is a Crossover of Twilight and Harry Potter. All credits to Stephanie Meyer and J.K. Rowling.
An Eliquete is something I made up. Please don't come for me. I got the name from Quileute.
Some places are copy-pasted from online books, so correct grammar may not be correct.