NOTICE: I HAVE CHANGED THE SUMMARY. HARRY WILL NO LONGER BE A PART OF THE STORY. IT IS JUST IZZY (ISABELLA) NOW!

Full Summary: Bella is The-Girl-Who-Lived. The past is the same, only it was Bella who was there when Lily and James were killed. Bella goes to the Dursley's since she is now the chosen one. The only difference between the Dursley's in this story and the books is that they are not only verbally abusive but also physically abusive. When Bella goes to Hogwarts she finds friends and a loving family. People start to find out about the abuse and demands that Bella not be allowed to go back to the Dursley's. What will Dumbledore's answer be?

I do not own anything originally from Harry Potter or Twilight.

Start: 9/25/10

IPOV

I was finally out of the hospital wing. I was in there for at least a week and I was ready to start screaming, but, luckily, Madame Pomfrey let me go and Dumbledore gave me a room, all to my self. It was by the Headmaster's office, so if I needed anything, I could go to him automatically.

My room looked to be fit for a billionaire. Huge frackin' bed. King-sized, I think. And the walls morphed into whatever color I wanted, too. Like, I thought of the color electric blue as soon as I walked into the room and it morphed from a bright magenta to electric blue. Totally. Freaking. Wicked.

I put my backpack down by the bed and jumped up on it, bouncing a little when I landed. I lay back against the pillows and closed my eyes, just taking it all in. I was finally away from the Dursley's and I hoped that I would never have to go back. All four adults already said that I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to and I believed them. Hopefully it wouldn't totally backfire.

I don't know when I fell asleep but when I woke up, it wasn't pleasant. My shriek of pure terror broke the serene silence of my room as I bolted up right and nearly fell off the bed. That would have been a nasty fall.

I was disoriented and didn't know where I was or what was happening. All I knew was that I needed to get away from Uncle Vernon. Before he…before he did…that. I wasn't sure what Uncle Vernon was about to do, and I didn't want to know. I needed to get away from him, before he got me and did something horrible. Terrible.

I don't remember hearing my door open. And I don't remember hearing their voices for the first time, but I remember trying to push myself through the wall attempting to get away from them. I thought they were the Dursley's, coming to torture me some more.

"NO! Get away from me! Get off! No, no, nononono!" I screeched. I fell off the bed and started dragging myself to the corner. I could still feel the blows of my nightmare-uncle. I curled up against the wall, rocking back and forth and muttering. "I'm sorry Uncle Vernon. I'm sorry. Please, I'll be good." I let out a tiny sob, but didn't allow the tears to come.

It was completely silent, besides my almost inaudible pleas and quiet whimpers. I scrunched my eyes shut and silenced myself. I could already feel my face heating up with embarrassment. I opened my eyes again and looked around. Seven people were around the room, all looking at me.

"Hi…" My voice wasn't very loud but they heard me perfectly, it seemed. My greeting was followed by a few seconds of silence until the smallest one spoke up.

"Hello. I'm Alice!" She pointed to herself and then pointed out the other ones. "The one over there, the guy with the blonde curly hair- his name is Jasper. The tall blonde girl is Rosalie, the other blonde guy is Carlisle…" She went on to explain that the tall muscle-y guys name was Emmett, the woman with the caramel colored hair's name is Esme and the guy with the shimmer-y brown hair- It looked sort of red- his name was Edward.

I nodded hesitantly then stood up. I looked down at my now wrinkled clothes and tried to smooth them out. "My name's Isabella. Call me Izzy, though, please." I said with a small- and fake- smile.

"It's wonderful to meet you. Izzy," Esme said. I nodded to show that I, too, was happy to meet them. Lie.

The light was flicked on by one of them and I jumped slightly. It was the one by the door that turned it on. Emmett. He had golden eyes, dark curly hair and he was huge. Muscle-y and tall. Bad combo. Those were normally the most dangerous. I would have to look out for him.

I looked at all of them separately and it was silent the whole time. Esme looked the least threatening, with her soft golden eyes and motherly features. And then came the smallest one. Alice was her name. She looked nice enough, perhaps too bubbly and hyper, but nice enough. And then Carlisle. He seemed like the fatherly, compassionate type. Rosalie was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I was envious of her beauty. She didn't really look like she cared but that was all the more reason to stay away from her. Jasper didn't seem like he was super dangerous (Is anyone seeing the irony in that statement?) and he wasn't looking at me like I was deranged either. And last was the Edward guy. He was the scariest, besides Emmett. He had a murderous look on his face and it reminded me so much of Uncle Vernon that I flinched out of habit. Everyone seemed to notice and followed my line of sight.

"Edward!" Jasper's baritone voice caused said scary dude turn toward him.

"Sorry." Edward muttered then left the room, slamming the door behind him. I looked down, ashamed and not knowing what I did. The feeling started to leave my body but I tried to fight it. I knew that these weren't my emotions and when I looked up, I knew somehow that it was one of them trying to change my feelings. Jasper looked like he was concentrating the most so I directed my words at him.

"Stop it. I don't know how you're doing it, but stop it."

They all looked surprised but quickly composed themselves. I felt the over powering sensation retract and relaxed a little.

"You shouldn't be feeling ashamed. Or anything like that. It's not your fault that Edward was acting like that," Jasper said.

"That doesn't give you the right to try to change my emotions. I'm feeling that way for a reason, most likely and I would most likely want to stay that way until I feel better on my own."

"Sorry." Jasper looked sort of regretful but had a sad smile on his face.

"It's fine, just please don't do it again."

**TIME SKIP**

I didn't go back to sleep that night. Instead, I stayed up and talked with the Cullen's. They seemed really nice and eventually, the feeling of wariness left. Of my own will.

When I did go to sleep it was about eleven in the morning and I was sprawled across the sofa in the sitting room. Even in my dreams I could feel peoples eyes on me. I even dreamed of a beautiful pair of hazel eyes staring into my own.

The rest of the summer carried on I this fashion. Sometimes I would have the nightmares but then little Alice or Esme would comfort me and I would be fine by the time I fell asleep again. The Cullen's- except Edward- became some sort of extended family to me. Emmett and Jazz treated me as if I were their little sister. So did Alice and Rose. Esme and Carlisle treated me like a daughter by the end of the summer holiday. The only one still aloof was Edward.

Edward was a mystery to me. He was dark and scary and I hated being alone with him because he always just stared at me. Even when I turned around, I could feel his gaze, burning into my back. It terrified me and always made me want to run for the hills.

I was dragged out of my thoughts by a knock on my bedroom door. "Come in." The door opened and in came Professor Dumbledore. "Good afternoon, Professor." It was about four p.m.

"To you as well, Izzy. Are you ready for tomorrow?" He asked. Tomorrow was the start of the term. It would also be the day I would be sorted.

I nodded shakily. In reality, I was as scared as a mouse staring a cat in the face. Translation: scared out of my wits. Dumbledore saw right through it of course and said, "You'll do perfectly fine," in reassurance. I inhaled shakily and nodded again, not trusting my voice. "I came up her to tell you something else, too."

"Okay…" I said slowly.

"I assume Hagrid told you how your parents died," I nodded, "So I'm going to tell you why they died.

There are more than one type of wizard or witch, Izzy. There are also dark witches and wizards out there.

Lord Voldemort was one of them. He gathered many followers and killed many people in his time. But someone stopped him. He used a curse on you, that no other person had survived before you, even your own parents. But somehow, you did and you destroyed him in the process.

Do you know why all those people were staring at you the day you went to Diagon Alley?"

"…No.."

"Because you're famous, Izzy. You vanquished one of the darkest wizards in history when no other person could. And when you were only one. You are the Girl Who Lived."

It was silent for a while after that, then, "Famous?"

"Yes, famous," Dumbledore answered me.

"But how did I defeat him, if he was so powerful and no one had survived that curse?"

"I don't know."

And then Dumbledore bade me farewell and left. I had trouble sleeping that night and when I finally did, I had weird dreams about a man with a snakelike face. And green lights. I finally knew where the green lights were from. They were a memory of the night my parents died and I defeated Lord Voldemort.

I was extremely nervous the whole next day until I had to put my robes on and get to the entrance hall with Professor McGonagall. "Go get in line with the rest of the first years, dear." I followed my directions and stood in line with all the staring people while McGonagall explained everything.

We all filed into the Great Hall as the doors swung open and followed the Professor up to the front. All the upper years were staring at us and it made me feel weird.

McGonagall grabbed a dingy old hat, a list of names and started reading them off. The first girl-Hannah Abbott- made it into Hufflepuff. The house for hard-workers and loyal people. It fluctuated between the four houses: Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and Slytherin.

I was finally my turn and I shuffled up to the stool and grabbed the hat, sliding it on my head before planting my hind quarters firmly on the seat. Everyone was silent, waiting expectantly for the famous Isabella Potter to be sorted.

"Hmmm. I was wondering when you would be up here. The Girl Who Lived. Famous Isabella Potter. Or as you like to be called, Izzy."

I nearly jumped out of my skin when the hat spoke inside my head.

"Uh.. Yeah. Look, can we just get on with this, please. I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I really hate being up here with everyone staring at me."

"Oh, by all means. Now let's, see…

It was quiet inside my head for a few more seconds and then, "SLYTHERIN!" Roared out of the hat for the whole great hall to hear. I hopped down from the stool and trotted over to the table on the far left. Everyone was still completely silent, still staring at me. It was unnerving.

The rest of the opening feast was spent in near silence except for the roaring of the tables when someone was sorted into a certain house and the Sorting Hat doing it's job.

When we got to the Slytherin Common room at the end of the night, I didn't talk to anyone. I went straight to bed. I didn't think I could handle another day like this. Tomorrow, classes would start right after we got our time tables.

Finish: 11/11/10

OH MY GAWD! I'm so sorry it took me so long to get this out. I just finished it last night and it was so late that I couldn't upload it and I'm really freakin' sorry, k? Well, There ya go. Izzy met the Cullen's, and got sorted. What do y'all think? Anyone upset that I put her in Slytherin? Hopefully not. I'll have more details in the next chapter, promise.

QUESTION OF THE DAY!:

If you're in school, what's your class schedule? If not, what high school or middle school did you go to and who was your favorite teacher?

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