Hey guys! I just wanna clear up some confusion regarding the Dursleys and Harry. The Dursleys are still mean to Harry, but he has his own room, and he knows of what happened to his parents, and he knows about Bella. Those are really the only differences with Harry so far. So I hope that helps and on with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight.

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Bella didn't like it here. It was far too crowded. There were so many people around; she was starting to feel claustrophobic.

She and Hagrid were in Diagon Alley purchasing all of her first year necessities. Severus had personally given her the acceptance letter that all of the other witches and wizards got by owl. She couldn't stop smiling that day.

Snape was busy preparing for a new school year, along with all the other teachers in the school. Bella hadn't seen Dumbledore around at all in the last few days, as he was cooped up in his office doing last minute preparations.

There were just three days left until school started. Not only that, but just three days until she was going to see her brother, and she was beyond excited. But Bella also felt a twinge of nervousness. What if they didn't get along? What if he didn't like her?

She kept these questions to herself. But she was getting so riled up about them that she was eventually going to have to talk to Severus about it. He always knew how to put her mind at ease.

When Severus had told her she was going to Diagon Alley, with Hagrid to pick up her school supplies, she was thrilled. She couldn't wait to be in a place outside of Hogwarts, where she could explore and take in new surroundings. But when she and Hagrid got to their destination, her attitude changed.

She had spent the majority of the trip trying not to hyperventilate, let alone having any kind of fun.

So far, she had bought everything she needed, except an owl, cat or toad, and a wand.

Hagrid glanced down at her. "Well, wha' do ya think you want?"

She looked up to Hagrid, and hurried her pace, a little to keep up with him.

"An owl, definitely an owl." She replied this in quickly, and took another deep breath in. She needed to keep herself calm. She did not want to faint in the middle of Diagon Alley. It would bring her unwanted attention.

When Hagrid saw the state Bella was in he decided to bring her to the Eeylops Owl Emporium, to find her an owl. After all, animals always seemed to calm her down.

When they reached the emporium Hagrid saw Bella relax considerably. As they entered, Bella sighed. It was far less crowded in here.

The walls of the shop were lined with cages of owls. Some were big, others small, but all were very chirpy. As Bella looked around she spotted an owl. It was over in the far right hand corner of the shop, and Bella believed it to be the only not chirping at all. It was simply sitting upon its perch, in the cage, looking outside.

Bella approached the bird, and eventually came to realize that it was a barn owl. It had a heart shaped face, and small eyes, with a small beak. The owl's feathers were all white in the centre of its body, and then worked to a dark brown, going outwards.

The birds' head followed Bella as she approached.

"Hello."

The bird simply stared and Bella smiled. She looked down to the tag on the cage.

"Hello, Ollie."

"Did ya find one you like?"

Bella looked over her shoulder to Hagrid and nodded. "I really like this one. His name's Ollie."

"A barn owl, eh? Good pickin'!"

Bella smiled back at him then looked back to Ollie.

"What do you say? Want to come with me?"

The owl gazed back at her, and let out a soft 'coo'.

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She was left alone. Whatever possessed Hagrid to leave her alone, in Diagon Alley Bella didn't know. All he said was that he had to go pick something up on 'official school business' and that he wouldn't be long, before taking off down the street, with Ollie.

Now Bella was left alone, standing in front of Ollivanders Wand Shop. The last thing she needed to get on her list was after all a wand, so she opened the door and stepped in. The little bell above the door rang as she closed the door behind her.

Bella was surprised, but glad to see no one else there. Not a soul. As she looked around she saw rows of shelves packed with boxes of what she assumed to be wands. How on earth was she going to find the one that belonged to her?

As she thought about this she saw an older man come out, toward her from the back of the shop. When he came to the counter he looked at her and smiled.

"Hello Ms. Potter. I was hoping to see you today."

Bella regarded him. How did he know her? Had they met before?

"I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

The man seeing her confusion, stepped around the counter, and went over to her.

"I'm Mr. Ollivander. And I believe everyone in the wizarding world knows you Ms. Potter."

Bella remembered that because of her parents' death, she and Harry were well known in the wizarding world. But that didn't explain how he knew who she was, by just looking at her.

Ollivander turned and walked into one of the rows of wands and looked through it. "It seems like yesterday that your parents were here buying their first wands." He shuffled through some boxes, before pulling one out, and turning back to her.

"And I must say that you look impeccably like your mother."

That's how he must have known then.

He set the box down on the counter and beckoned her over. Bella strode over and looked down at the box, as he opened it. Inside was a thin, willow wand. He picked it up and held it out to her.

"Try this one. Just give it a wave."

She took it from him, and flicked it lightly. Seconds later there came a crash from the back of the room. Mr. Ollivander looked over his shoulder, before looking back at Bella.

"No, I don't think this is it."

He took the wand and placed it back in the box, leaving it on the counter, before disappearing behind a different set of shelves. Bella heard some shuffling, until she saw him return. He opened the box and handed the contents to her. It was a thicker, ebony wand.

Bella accepted it, and gently swirled it around. Both of them waited, but nothing happened.

Ollivander looked at Bella, and then to the wand she held and furrowed his brows for a moment, before looking over at a shelf, just behind the counter.

Bella placed the wand back in its box, as he walked over to a ladder and pulled himself up onto it. He went up a number of steps before grabbing a box from the middle of the pile, and slowly made his way down.

"This is what we wand makers would call a newer wand. It was made just about four years ago."

He placed the box down, on the counter and lifted the lid. He picked out the wand and offered it to Bella. The wand was made of mahogany, and had a beautiful silver phoenix embellishment, at the grip end of it. She took the end of it, in her left hand and gave it a flick.

Suddenly, the paper of the box from which the wand came lifted. It flew into the air and suddenly stopped just in front of Bella's eyesight before drifting back down to sit perfectly in the box again.

Bella gazed at the wand mesmerized. It felt right to her, it seemed as though it fit perfectly in her hand.

Mr. Ollivander smiled. "I think we found your wand, Ms. Potter. Though I must say, it is interesting that this is your wand."

Bella looked up at him. "Why?"

"Well, newer wands are not normally found by their owners, until they become what I would consider older wands. I was merely giving this one to you to see if the core would be a better suit for you."

She glanced back at her wand. "And what is the core?"

"That wand is mahogany, 10 inches long, with a phoenix feather core. Though I must say, phoenix feather cores are hard to come by. After all, phoenixes only give up one feather in their lifetimes. Usually anyways."

As Bella looked at the phoenix on the wands end she was reminded of Fawkes. The silver bird had its wings spread out; looking as though it was in mid-flight and the silver tail was wrapped all the way around the stub of the wand. She started to wonder just where the feather for the wand had come from.

"Sir? Do you by any chance know where the feather might have come from?"

Ollivander thought back to when he received the feather. "Ah, yes. If my memory serves me right, it came from the Headmaster of Hogwarts. I believe he owns a phoenix."

Bella smiled, and gave a small, short laugh. "Yes, he does."

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Bella looked at herself in the full length mirror. As she did, she focused in on her tie the through mirror, and fiddled with it again.

She was in her room, finishing putting on her robes for the welcoming ceremony. She was a nervous wreck. She kept trying to calm down but couldn't seem to. Not even Ollie, who was perched at the end of her bed, helped.

She sighed and gave up on her tie again. She just couldn't seem to get it! As it hung around her neck, she looked to make sure everything else was in place, when her door opened.

Through the mirror she saw Severus stride into her room, and close the door behind him.

He saw her standing in front of the mirror with a forlorn look on her face. She was chewing on her bottom lip, and her gaze was down casted. He walked over to her, kneeled down, and turned her to face him. She looked up at him as he took the two ends of her tie in his hands and started to fix it for her.

"Do you think he'll like me Severus?"

His hands stopped moving. He glanced at her.

"Who?"

She looked at him frustrated and spoke in a soft, quick murmur.

"Harry! I keep thinking that something going to go wrong, or he won't like me, or we'll start fighting or-"

"Bella."

She stopped speaking, and looked to Severus with tears brimming in her eyes, before whispering.

"I just want everything to be okay."

Snape sighed and finished fixing her tie, putting it tucked neatly under her sweater vest.

He held her by the shoulders gently and he looked her straight in the eyes. "It will be."

Bella kept his gaze. "You promise?"

He wiped at her tears, before they could fall, as a memory came to the forefront of his mind. "I promise."

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Another chapter done, another on the way! Until next time!