Title: The Potters and the Mirror of Mysteries

Rating: T/PG-13

Pairing: Bella/Harry/Ron/Hermione

Category: Fantasy/Friendship

Summary: Bella and Harry Potter are twins, but they aren't exactly normal. They are wizards. And a whole new world is about to reveal itself, that they never knew existed. But with the light and joy of magic, there must also be the darkness. Hidden away in the shadows is an evil, and it's growing. Follow Harry and Bella as they discover this whole new world, and start to discover the real origins of their family. AU. Cannon. Crossover.

Disclaimer: Text copyright- Neophobix. Based on the characters in the novel Twilight by Stephanie Meyer and the Harry Potter series by J.K Rowling . No copyright infringement is intended.

AN:/ In response to those who reviewed the last chapter, I did warn you that it would be very similar. Due to the fact that neither of the twins actually have any lines or input on their surroundings, I kept it the same as the book…. Hope you don't mind…. It should start getting more and more different from here onwards.

Disclaimer: I do not, as usual, own the character's and much of the plot… I am simply a vessel to rewrite what are arguably two of my favourite series and combine them.

– Chapter Two –

When Glass Vanishes

It had been a little over ten years since Mr and Mrs Dursley had woken up to find their niece and nephew laying alone on their porch. It had been nearly long enough for the woman across the road to forget about the unusual behaviour that they had shown that morning, and certainly long enough for the rest of Private Drive to forget. But despite the time that had passed, the street hadn't changed at all. Of course there had been repairs to various streetlamps and potholes, but everything else seemed as if it had just stood frozen for the last ten years.

The Dursley's house had remained much the same as well, with the exception of the photographs. For the living room that once held several pictures of a very pink, and very round Dudley Dursley now held at least thirty pictures of a blonde boy, just as round but much less pink. Of course the boy in the picture's varied in age, from the picture of him riding a bike at age 6 to him with his Aunt Marge and her 5 dogs at age 9.

In fact other than his parent's, there were no pictures of anyone else at all. It would look like, to people not in the know, that no one else lived in the house. But that wasn't true.

Mrs Dursley banged on the hatch to the attic with a broom handle, waking Harry from his sleep. 'Get up!' she screeched in her overly high pitch voice. 'Now!' He heard the lock click open and briefly wondered if he could escape through the front door without her noticing. He let out a sigh and rolled over, wanting to go back to sleep but knowing if he did he would be in worse trouble.

He sat up and climbed over some boxes to Christmas decorations to his sister. 'Bella' he said in a sing-song voice, tapping her arm lightly. He knew it wouldn't wake her fully, since she had always been a heavy sleeper. In fact it had gotten her into trouble with their aunt and uncle on more than one occasion. 'Bella' Harry said again, louder this time but careful not to alert anyone else. He shook her shoulders when she didn't wake, causing one of her eyes to crack open.

'I had the strangest dream' she muttered sleepily. 'It was about flying motorbikes.' Harry smiled at his only sibling and shook his head.

'Aunt Petunia called us' he said, grumbling.

'Are you up yet?' Mrs Dursley screeched again from the bottom of the stairs, her voice rising to a new octave. Bella jumped slightly when she heard her voice, and the two hurried to get dressed. Over the years they had perfected the art of doing everything with speed and silence.

'Nearly' Harry called back, knowing that if one of them didn't answer she would keep on screaming at them until they did.

'Well get a move on!' she said, her voice becoming much more like her normal volume. 'I want Bella to look after the bacon while you set the table-'

Bella rolled her eyes at Harry, feeling a sense of thrill rush through her at the form of protest. Harry smiled, trying to keep his laughter in. His sister always had been a little more rebellious than himself, a quality that he admired in her. Nothing seemed to ever break her spirits.

'-and don't you dare let it burn!' Mrs Dursley continued, her voice resuming the horrid screeching. Harry held up his hand to his sister in a claw like fashion and dragged it through the air. Bella let out a quiet giggle, nodding in agreement that their aunt's voice did sound like nails on a chalkboard. The both of them had suffered through that particular noise enough times while they were at school.

'What was that?' Mrs Dursley shouted, banging on the floor of their room from underneath. Bella's eyes widened. Aunt Petunia had unusually good hearing, in fact Bella often compared her senses to those of one of the cat's owned by Mrs Figg down the street.

Harry opened the hatch and pocked his head out. 'Nothing Aunt Petunia.' He eased the ladder down through the hatch as Bella pulled on a pair of Dudley's old socks. She pulled a spider off of one and pulled it on. They were both used to the spiders, because the attic where they slept was full of them. They hadn't ever laughed harder than when one of their classmates started screaming over a spider.

'I want everything to be perfect' she said descended the stairs. '- for my Duddy's special day.'

Harry paused on the bottom step and held in a groan. Of course it was his cousin's birthday – how had he forgotten? Bella tapped him on the shoulder and gave him a confused look as she stood on the ladder behind him. 'Dudley's birthday' he murmured to her, and she couldn't hold in the groan.

As they got downstairs, Mrs Dursley was rearranging a large pile of brightly coloured gifts in all different sizes. Bella immediately began to cook the bacon, slotting bread into the toaster as the oil began to heat in the frying pan. Harry grabbed the placemats off of the table and went about his job, his mind wondering what presents lay in the pile.

He already knew about the new computer, as well as the second television, that Uncle Vernon had made Harry carry into the house after a particularly long shopping trip. He also saw a bicycle standing at the back of the pile, which made his lips pull into a small smirk – because unless it involved punching someone, their cousin hated exercise. Harry was Dudley's favourite punching bag, but it was rare that Dudley would actually catch him. Because although Harry was small in stature, he was very fast. Well that and Bella would usually stand in the way, and despite being a bully, even Dudley had his limits. It apparently would be wrong to hit a girl.

Come to think of it, both Harry and Bella were small and skinny for their age. Perhaps it had something to do with them both living in the cold, damp, dark attic; or perhaps it was the second-hand clothes that had once belonged to Dudley who was four times bigger than one of them. They often found that they could both fit into one of his old t-shirts, a fact that they refused to joke about even in private when the Dursley's weren't around. They each had thin faces with brown hair that was darkening in colour as they got older, and blue-green eyes. They both wore the same round glasses with Sellotape holding them together because of the amount of times they had "tripped". In fact the only things that appeared unordinary about the twins were the matching scars on their foreheads in the shape of lightning bolts. They had had them for as long as they could remember, and the first question either of them could remember was when Bella asked their Aunt Petunia was how he had got it. 'In the car crash when your parents died,' she had said. 'And don't ask questions.'
That was the first rule at the Dursley's – Don't ask questions.

As Harry finished setting the table, Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen. 'Comb your hair!' he barked at Harry before setting himself at the head of the table and opening the newspaper. About once a week, Uncle Vernon would comment on Harry's haircut but no matter how often he had it cut it would simply grow back all over the place. Bella's was the same, but she had taken to tying it back in one of two plaits with a piece of string.

After setting the table, Harry walked into the kitchen area and started to help Bella with the breakfast by frying the eggs and buttering toast. Bella smiled gratefully, only for it to fade when Dudley entered the kitchen. Dudley looked a lot like his father; with a large pink face, not much neck, thick blonde hair and small blue eyes. Aunt Petunia called him a baby angel. Harry and Bella called him a pig in a wig.

Harry started dishing up their breakfast and heard rather than saw Dudley's face fall. He let out a soft grunt and immediately started questioning his parents. 'How many are there?' Dudley asked rudely, but he didn't wait, for an answer. 'I can only see thirty-six, but that's two less than last year!' As he spoke his voice got louder, and his face pinker.

'Darling' Aunt Petunia said in a calming voice. 'You didn't count Auntie Marge's present. It's under the big one from Mummy and Daddy.'

'Thirty-seven then' Dudley said, his face turning red. Harry looked at Bella, and they both knew a Dudley tantrum was coming. They quickly placed the Dursley's breakfast in front of them, and escaped back to the kitchen.

Aunt Petunia obviously sensed danger also, because as soon as they placed the plates on the table she was telling Dudley that they would buy him an extra two presents.

Dudley sat, ignoring his breakfast for a moment clearly thinking hard. After a few minutes he said slowly, 'So I'll have… thirty… thirty….'

'Thirty-nine, sweetums,' his mother answered. Dudley grinned and started to shove bacon into his mouth at an alarming rate.

Uncle Vernon let out a chuckle. 'Little tyke just wants his money's worth like me' he said, and ruffled Dudley's hair. Dudley shook him off and proceeded to shove more food into his mouth.

After he had finished eating, Dudley immediately started grabbing presents off of the pile and ripping the paper off. After finding the bike, a remote-control aeroplane, a gold wristwatch, sixteen new computer games and much to his disgust a book, the phone rang. Aunt Petunia scurried off to answer it, and when she returned, he face was grave.

'Vernon,' she said to her husband. 'Mrs Figg's broken her leg. She can't take them.' She jerked her head in the direction of the kitchen, and Bella gasped quietly. Dudley's mouth fell open in horror and his face started going an odd shade of red again. Every year on Dudley's birthday, his parents took him and a friend out to amusement parks, or the cinema while the twins stayed with Mrs Figg, the crazy cat lady from over the road. Harry hated it there. The whole house smelled of cabbage and Mrs Figg made them look at pictures of all her cats.

'Now what?' Aunt Petunia said sharply, glaring holes into Bella as though it was her fault that Mrs Figg had fallen. The twins knew they should feel sorry for Mrs Figg, but they couldn't help but feel joy at the end result that would inevitably come.

'We could phone Marge,' Uncle Vernon suggested, but Mrs Dursley shot it down immediately.
'Don't be silly, Vernon. She hates them.'

The Dursley's often spoke about the twin's like this.

'What about your friend, what's-her-name?'
'Yvonne? On holiday in Majorca.' Aunt Petunia scowled, turning away from her husband to glare at Harry.

'You could leave us here,' Harry suggested as his aunt glared at him, his voice filled with hope that he and his sister might actually get some time to themselves for once. Aunt Petunia was not impressed by his suggestion.

'And come back to find the house in ruins? I don't think so.' Her voice was sharp and decisive.

'We won't blow up the house' he muttered under his breath, which went unheard by the Dursley's who had resumed ignoring the twin's presence.

'I suppose we could take them to the zoo with us…' she said. '…and leave them in the car…'

'They is not sitting in the new car on their own!' Uncle Vernon exclaimed, interrupting his wife.

Dudley began to cry, well he wasn't really crying as he hadn't cried since he was a toddler but it sounded close enough to make his parents give him anything he wanted.

'Dinky Duddydums, don't cry' Aunt Petunia said, rushing to her son's side as predicted. 'Mommy won't let them spoil your special day!' She flung her arms around him and placed kisses on his cheek over and over to try and "calm" him.

'I… don't… want… them… t-t-to come!' Dudley fake sobbed between words. 'They always sp-spoil everything!' He shot Bella and Harry a grin from over his mother's shoulder that neither of his parents could see and continued to fake sob.

Just then the doorbell rang, causing Dudley's crocodile tears to seize. Aunt Petunia scurried to the door and moments later Dudley's best friend and partner in crime walked him with his mother. Piers Polkiss was a small boy compared to Dudley with a rat like face and was usually the one to hold their victims arms while Dudley punched them or stole their lunch money.

Half an hour later and Bella and Harry couldn't believe their luck. They were sat in the back of the Dursley's seven-seat maroon coloured car on the way to the zoo for the first time in their lives. Their aunt and uncle had been unable to think of another option so they had been forced to bring them along. Much to Dudley's disappointment.

As Mrs Dursley had guided Dudley and Piers into the two of the back seats, Uncle Vernon had taken the Potter twins aside.

'Any funny business' he had said in quiet gruff voice. 'Any at all, and neither of you shall have meals for a week. Understand?' When both of them had nodded, indicating their agreement, he had ushered them into the car muttering under his breath about how ungrateful they were.

The truth was that strange things always happened around the Potter twins. Once, Aunt Petunia had been trying to force Harry into one of Dudley's horrid old jumpers. It was brown with orange bobbles on it, and the harder she tried to pull it over his head the smaller it got. She kept trying until the only thing it would fit would be a glove puppet. Aunt Petunia decided that it had shrunk in the wash and Harry was lucky that he wasn't punished. Bella hadn't always been so lucky. If it wasn't bad enough that Bella was clumsy, then the fact that things always seemed to move near her was defiantly a problem. Bella had lost count long ago, the amount of times that Uncle Vernon had punished her for dropping things she hadn't been holding, or knocking things over that she hadn't touched. There had been maybe twenty or thirty other incidents like those where things just seemed to happen, and they usually got in trouble.

But nothing was going to dampen their spirits today. Even though Dudley and Piers had spent the whole journey kicking their seats, they were both still ecstatic. Bella and Harry were going to the zoo. They even had to endure Uncle Vernon complaining to Aunt Petunia about pretty much everything. Uncle Vernon always liked to complain whether it was the people at work, Harry, the council, Bella, the bank, Harry and Bella. This morning though he seemed to be focused on motorbikes.

'… always rushing, streaming in and out of traffic like maniacs.' As a motorbike overtook them, Bella spoke up without thinking.

'I had a dream about a motorbike. It was flying,' she said.

Uncle Vernon reacted almost immediately, shouting at the top of his lungs so loud in fact that it even made Piers and Dudley jump. 'Motorbikes don't fly!' his face was changing colour by the second, making him appear to be a beetroot with a moustache.

After the initial shock, Piers and Dudley started snickering.

'It was just a dream,' Bella whispered, dropping her face down to stare at her feet. Harry almost spoke up then, telling his aunt and uncle that he had said the same dream to take some of the heat off of his sister. Perhaps he would tell Bella later when they were alone in their room, but not now.

When they arrived at the zoo it was crowded with families, and immediately after stepping out of the car Dudley had demanded an ice-cream. The Dursley's waddled over to the small van and bought two large chocolate cones for Piers and Dudley before walking to the gorilla exhibit.

Despite being practically dragged around by their aunt and uncle, Bella and Harry were having the best morning of their lives. Every now and again one of the boys would get bored of the animals and resort to their usual methods of entertainment, which usually involved their fists and a part of Harry's body.

After lunch, which they had eaten in the restaurant at the zoo, had been fairly quiet and Bella took the time to think about things. For as long as she could remember, she hadn't been this happy. Although she couldn't remember everything, the furthest back she could remember was Dudley's third birthday. Although if she concentrated very hard she could see a bright green flash and a burning pain on her forehead. She had spoken to Harry about it one night in their attic and he had nodded in agreement, remembering a scream. Neither of them could remember their parents though. Their aunt and uncle never spoke of them, and of course the twins were forbidden to ask questions. There weren't even any photographs of them in the house.

They went to the reptile house next. The cool, dark tunnel like room whose walls were covered in tanks of all sizes. Bella grabbed hold of Harry's arm and held her breath. She had never particularly liked the dark, because she was always worried about what kind of things might be lurking in it. Harry smiled encouragingly at her and walked with her along the wall of snakes slowly behind the Dursley's. Dudley and Piers stopped in front of the largest cobra and stared in. The pair had been excited since this morning about visiting the large beast like snake that could easily crush any man.

But unfortunately for Harry, their interest in the large reptile didn't last long as apparently it was asleep. They started banging on the glass to try and wake him up but it was quite clearly used to the offensive noise because it didn't even flinch.

'Make it move,' Dudley whined to his father, moving to press his nose against the glass. Uncle Vernon tapped his fat knuckles on the glass, but the snake just lay there. As the snake just continued to sleep under the fluorescent lights, Uncle Vernon hit the glass again only to be ignored.

Dudley rolled his eyes and shuffled away with Piers on his tail. 'This is boring' he said as he wandered down the aisle.

Harry and Bella just stood watching the snake. Bella moved in front of the snake and felt an immediate feeling of pity for the reptile. She knew exactly how it felt to have people knocking or hammering on a wall to wake you up, but at least she had Harry to keep her company.

The snake's beady eyes opened and very slowly turned its head to look dead in the eyes of the Potter twins. One of its eyes closed suddenly in a small wink, and Harry gasped. Bella looked back at Harry as he looked around to see if anyone was watching but they weren't.

The snake nodded it's head towards Dudley and Uncle Vernon before giving the two of them a look that clearly said 'I get that all the time.'

Harry mumbled in response, under his breath 'I know the feeling. It can be really annoying.' The snake just nodded vigorously. Bella gasped.

'Can you hear us?' she asked, her eyes wide beneath her round, black glasses. The snake nodded again and the both smiled in wonderment at the snake that could understand English.

'Where do you come from, anyway?' Harry asked. The snake tilted its head left towards a small sign which read:

Boa Constrictor, Brazil

'Was it nice in Brazil?' Bella asked, only to have the snake shake his head immediately and point his tail towards the sign again.

Born in captivity

'Oh,' she said quietly. But it was drowned out as Dudley finally realised what the snake was doing.

'Mum! Dad! Come quick you won't believe what this snake is doing!' he shouted at the top of his lungs, before barrelling over and pushing both Harry and Bella out of the way.

They both fell onto the hard concrete floor and Harry turned to glare at Dudley. But that wasn't all that happened. The glass that Dudley and Piers had pressed their noses against, vanished into thin air.

Piers leapt back in horror but Dudley, being fairly slow of mind, fell forward into the tank. Dudley let out a small shriek, catching the attention of both his parents. Bella gasped and Harry looked back at her in shock. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia came running over, all the while glaring at the Potter twins. The great snake slithered out of its glass prison and looked straight at Bella and Harry.

'Thanksssss' it hissed, and their eyes widened. It was one thing for the great snake to be able to understand them, but it was another for it to talk to them.

'Anytime' Bella whispered quiet enough so their aunt and uncle wouldn't hear them.

The zoo director turned up soon after, with a permanent look of shock on his face.

'But the glass,' he kept saying, 'where did the glass go?'

He kept apologising over and over, even though it was obviously no fault of his.

Harry could see Uncle Vernon trying to hide his look of anger, and both he and his sister knew that they would be in major trouble once they were out of the public eye. And they were.

They had driven home afterwards, in absolute silence, well apart from, Dudley and Piers discussing how the snake had apparently tried to strangle them and bite one of their legs off. It was then that Piers said something that made both of the twins regret even tagging along.

'Harry and Bella were talking to it, weren't you?'

Uncle Vernon turned purple. Harry could see his reflection in the mirror, but refused to answer. To Uncle Vernon's credit, he held in his anger all the way back to Private Drive, and even until Piers had gone home with his mother.

It was then that he snapped. He could barely speak as he grunted out the odd words. 'Go – Attic – No Meals' and after that he didn't need to say anymore, they got the message.

They lay in their attic hours later in the dark, wishing they had a watch. In the past they had usually snuck down after the Dursley's had gone to sleep for food, but they didn't want to risk it. They were already in enough trouble.