Chapter 1: Forks

A/N: I know from experience that author's notes are boring, so this'll be short-ish. Okay, so Evelyn (Evvy) is basically female Harry. This is set in 2000, so two years after Voldemort's gone. I changed a lot of rules and stuff in Twilight and Harry Potter (nothing too drastic). 19 years later never happened, and the golden trio never fell in love. Evvy loved Jeremy (replacing Ginny) but he died in the battle. And in the wizarding world you only age according to events, or maturity. Its kind of complicated. You'll get it. So, Evvy's still 17. She looks like Hermione with Harry's hair colour and eyes from the movie. And she wears contacts instead of glasses, always has.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Harry Potter

Charlie drove from the airport to the new house. It was cold outside, wind thrashing against the car window. I was wearing a pale pink blouse underneath a jumper, with dark skinny jeans and buckled shoes. My dark blue coat covered the outfit.

In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of America. This was where I would be living, and it wasn't too different from Britain.

"Evvy, you know you don't have to go. Just stay here and look for him, c'mon." My friend Kate had said as I was packing.(A/N Kate in place of Ron, Finnick in place of Hermione)

"It'll be easier if I go. Anyway, how am I gonna catch him if I'm all the way over here?" That's what I had told everyone, and it was true.

"Promise to write to us?" Finnick had asked. I did. I promised to write at least once a week, giving updates on how it was, and how I had progressed. I had to be careful though. We didn't know who the death-eater was working with, and letters had a chance of being intercepted.

"I'll see you soon, I promise It'll take no more than a year." They hugged me tightly then, and that was when I realised just how far apart we were going to be, and I had forced myself not to cry. I'd do that later.

And now, here I was, yet to do my crying, but already missing them. I planned on writing a letter before bed.

I looked around my new bedroom and wondered for the hundredth time that day whether I had made the right choice. It had to be though. I mean, what other option did I have? I suppose I could have stayed in London, but then what would the point of me training as an Auror be?

"Evvy, you okay?" I snapped out of my thoughts. Charlie. That's who I was staying with. He was around 40, with brown curly hair, and an impeccably neat mustache. I was meant to call him 'Mr Swan' which I did, to his face anyway. He was a police officer, and he had no sense of humour. I was pretty sure that when you trained for that job they taught you not to laugh, but Charlie wasn't even easy going out of work. He had fostered me though, after I had enrolled myself into an orphanage with a fake muggle ID.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just… taking it all in." Good was a long shot. I was in someplace called Forks while all my friends, some of whom I classed as family, were in Britain. I had been given my first mission as an Auror two weeks ago, at the start of this month, and I was about as close to completing it as I was to my friends.

I shook my head. There was no point in getting all worked up. I was doing fine. I placed the last book, called The magic shield: A manual to Defence Against the Dark Arts, on my shelf, then looked around my new room.

The window was placed in the centre of the back wall, framed with dark curtains, and the old bed was in the corner between. There was a wooden desk on the other side of the room, and two wooden shelves next to it. My Hogwarts trunk lay underneath my bed, holding many items that I was avoiding sorting through. The floor was made of wooden planks, but I had a dark rug in the centre of the room. There was a rocking chair next to the window. The walls were nearly plain, except for a photo of the DA which was stuck next to the old wardrobe, and some Quidditch posters. A photo of my parents rested on my bedside table.

I wasn't going to be in Forks for long, just until I found Travers. The former death-eater. There wasn't really that much information about Travers. He was born into the Travers family, one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight families published in the Pure-Blood Directory in the 1930s. He fought during the First Wizarding War but was captured. Travers was also one of the Death Eaters that broke out of Azkaban during the mass break out. He also fought in several battles in the Second Wizarding War, including the Battle of the Seven Potters, the Ambush at the Lovegood House and the Battle of Hogwarts. That was about all I got from his file. He was last seen in London, but I had traced him here. This was who I was going after.

"Evvy its dinner time!" Charlie called upstairs.

"Coming". I called back.

I pushed my suitcase under the bed, next to my trunk, then looked around my room one more time before turning, and went downstairs. The house itself was actually quite nice. It was an old boarding house, and it looked like something out of a Dracula movie, on the inside and out. It wasn't overly large, but you got that impression when you first walked in. The living room was decorated with colours of dark red and black, with wooden furniture. The house had plenty of character though. The staircases where winding, with shiny banisters and carpets. Rugs adorned the hallways, and light shone through the tall windows. Charlie had inherited the house off of a family member he never knew, but he had lived in Forks before that. I didn't know whether I loved or hated the house. It reminded me of Sirius', which was mine now, obviously.

Dinner with Charlie was a quiet event. Neither of us talked much. Charlie made a few offhand comments on the weather, which I personally didn't mind, mainly because it was similar to British weather.

"You excited for school tomorrow?" I put some rice into my mouth and chewed slowly, thinking of what to say. I was apprehensive. I knew basic muggle subjects, because I had attended muggle school up until I was 11, but I had a feeling this was going to be difficult. And, if I didn't know what I was meant to it was going to look suspicious. I swallowed.

"A little." I lied. I wasn't bad at lying. I wasn't good either, but Charlie seemed to believe me.

I went up to my room afterwards, and grabbed a piece of paper. I opened my trunk and rummaged around for my eagle-feather quill and a bottle of ink, then sat down at my desk. I dipped the quill into the bottle. I bit the end of the feather thinking, then wrote:

Dear Kate

I got here a few hours ago. Charlie's not too bad, and the weather's the same. I have to start school tomorrow. Wish me luck. No progress with Travers, but it's early. I'm sending this with Lyra. Can she have a rest at your place for a little? The journey's quite long. Thanks. Evvy.

I grabbed another piece of paper, then copied out the short message for Finnick aswell, before folding both of them and pushing them into envelopes. "Lyra, can you take these to Kate and Finnick?" My owl stuck out her leg, and I attached both the letters. "Thanks." She flew out through the open window. I had been reluctant to get another owl, after Hedwig, but I had needed a form of communication. I had gotten a regular owl this time, not a snowy. Lyra was a barn owl. I didn't want one that was going to constantly remind me of Hedwig. Charlie didn't know, and he wouldn't allow it so I had to be careful and keep her a secret. Lyra and I didn't have the same relationship me and Hedwig did. Lyra was just for sending letters, but I didn't mistreat her.

I closed my window and left my room. The bathroom was cold and the floor was hard. So cold, that it felt like you were outside. There was no window but there must have been one at some point because a section of the wall was slightly pushed in, as if a window had been blocked up. After brushing my teeth, I re-entered my room. I pulled on my pajamas and brushed out my hair then flipped my lamp off and got into bed. Dim light shone across the room from the lamppost outside the window. I pulled out my contact lenses.

I thought about school tomorrow. I was going to stand out, I knew it. My cover story was that I moved here from Phoenix, Arizona where I had apparently lived for the last few years. I didn't look like I had lived anywhere near Arizona. For one, I wasn't tanned. My hair was dark, almost black and my eyes were a bluey-grey colour. I was 5'5, or '6. I didn't exactly have a sporty look, but I played Quidditch and I could run quite fast. I didn't mind not fitting in, so long as I didn't look suspicious.

Forks high school had a total of three-hundred and fifty-seven students, now fifty-eight. I had never heard of a school so small, but that was good. People were less likely to ask questions, right?The only thing that concerned me right now was how I would get through lessons. There was no point worrying though because I couldn't get out of it. Maybe I'd just avoid putting my hand up, and hope not to be given a teacher that chose the people who didn't want to be chosen. I turned over and settled into the covers, listening to the wind howling outside. I couldn't sleep.

I sighed and got out of bed, then pulled the curtains closer together, a feeble attempt to block out the light. Maybe worry was keeping me awake. Maybe the feeling of loneliness, which would be handy when I recited my cover story if any classmates asked. Or maybe it was just because I was in a different country. I rolled over.

I didn't know when, but I must have fallen asleep at some point. I had a dream that night.

There was a clearing surrounded by tall pine trees. It was dark, yet you could just about see. A deer stood there drinking from a stream. Light seemed to emanate from it, causing a distinguishable contrast. It was unaware. Unaware of someone or something watching it through the greenery. A branch snapped, and suddenly a wolf sat in the clearing, as if it had been there all along. It sat, watching the deer, but not moving. Too quick to comprehend. That's how fast it happened. The thing between the trees pounced. The wolf growled. The deer was gone.

I woke with a start. I was sweating and my hard was rapid. I sat up, flipping my lamp on and ran a hand through my hair, breathing raggedly. I turned the lamp off again. The lamppost outside had gone out, but the wind was still howling. I turned over and fell back asleep. Had I known that I would forget the dream, I would have stayed awake.

A/N: I know it's short, but I'm 13 and this is my first story. Recommendations for a name?