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.

SPOV

Minerva, Quirrel and I burst into the girls room. I lost my cool, and went completely white with pure terror.

Isabella was trying to hold on to the troll that had broken into the school. She was being swung around like a rag doll, and Weasley had his wand in the air.

"Wing-" he was cut off as Isabella grabbed hold of her wand and yelled the single worst spell she could have used in this situation.

"BOMBARDA!"

I watched in horrified fascination as she flew through the air, striking the wall and sliding down. It was like watching a train wreck. I wanted so much to look away, to clear this moment from my mind while it happened, but I simply couldn't. Isabella shook her head looking down at the floor. She was on her hands and knees. She looked up, slightly dazed, at the three of us.

I didn't listen to Minerva as she took and rewarded points to her Gryffindors. I heard her say that Isabella would be receiving twenty points as I rushed forward to make sure she was okay.

"Isabella? Are you alright?" I asked frantically. She didn't seem to hear me. She continued to stare blankly at me. I got down on my knees, level with her and grabbed her gently. I pulled her toward me and held her for a moment before checking for obvious injury.

I felt all over. Her scalp seemed to be fine, so no major life altering injury there. Her back felt fine. The most she would have there would be a bruise and maybe some soreness. She had no broken or sprained limbs. It seemed her only immediate ailment was shock. And being covered in troll remains. She didn't seem to have any of the life-threatening symptoms of shock. Just confusion.

"Thank Merlin," I murmured. "Isabella, stand up," I commanded, hoping to bring her back from her stupor. It seemed to work, as her head jerked slightly to the side. She looked at me, her expression clearer than before.

I stood, reaching for her. She grabbed onto my hand and pulled herself up with me. I couldn't control the urge. I pulled her to me, hugging her tightly.

'Beautiful Isabella. Bella. The little girl I've always wanted. Bella,' I thought as held her. I would be calling the beautiful little girl in front of me Bella, from now on.

I ignored the stares as I led Bella from the bath. She dragged her feet, so I picked her up, cradling her bridal style in my arms. I took her to the infirmary, so Poppy could look her over. I didn't want to miss anything.

Poppy sighed, exasperated when she saw Bella for the second time that week.

"She's always getting herself hurt!" She exclaimed quietly. I sat quietly as Poppy cast several different charms. She declared Bella healthy.

I went to clean the troll off Bella with a scourgify, but Poppy shook her head at me. "You may send her deeper into shock. Just make sure she bathes."

I nodded, picking Bella back up to take her down to the dungeon common room. She was still silent as I walked her into the bathroom and got a wet washcloth. The troll guts were stuck on like glue. It just wouldn't come off!

I sighed when I noticed her wand still clutched in her small fist. I tried prying it from her grasp, but it wasn't coming out any time soon.

"Bella. Bella, please come back. You're okay," I whispered to her, not wanting to wake the other girls in the next room over. [AN: Everything took about an hour, so they're already asleep.]

Bella remained silent, staring off into space. I sighed and resumed my gentle scrubbing. It still wasn't coming off. I would have preferred for her to have a shower to get the gunk off, but she wasn't coming out of her stupor, so I just picked her back up. I carried her into her dorm, laying her gently on her bed. Hopefully, in the morning, she would be alright. At her 'detention' I would figure out wha the hell happened. She would definitely be getting a real detention for using that damn explosion charm!

"Goodnight, sweetheart," I murmured as I left the room.

I went back to my quarters and quickly took a shower. I scrubbed at my hair with shampoo, hoping to reduce the greasiness, but it didn't wok. It was un-greasy for about five minutes, and then accumulated more grease. My hair was back to its original state.

I went to sleep that night worried about Bella, hoping she would be acting normal in the morning. Even with my worry, though, I had surprisingly pleasant dreams.

I was laying in bed. It was early. I was trying to fall back asleep, but I was unsuccessful. I heard the slapping of little bare feet run into my room, and then a whoosh as something was lunched into the air. I grunted as something the size and weight of a child landed on me.

"Papa!" A little girl yelled.

"Ugh… Sweetheart, Papa's trying to sleep. It's too early…" I grumbled.

"But Papa… It's Christmas. We gotta open presents!" My little girl complained in a whine. I caved. I could never resist that tone of voice. She had never gotten much out of her life. This would be my little girl's first good Christmas. I would deny her nothing on this day.

"If you insist, love. Go downstairs while I get ready and then we'll have breakfast. After that we can open presents, love." I knew she loved it when I called her that. Hopefully that much would placate her until after breakfast and she wouldn't get too restless.

She bounced off me, causing my breathe to escape my lungs for a few moments. "Alright, Papa! Hurry up, please!" She jumped out of my bed, then ran out the door. I could hear the scrape of the kitchen chair downstairs as she sat at the table. I chuckled softly at her excitement.

I showered, then put fresh robes on. These were in a deep emerald, the same as my little girl's eyes. She said this color looked nice on me.

When I finally made it to the kitchen, my little girl was bouncing in her seat, both utensils held tightly in her hands. I chuckled.

"Calm yourself, love. You won't have to wait much longer," I told her as I clapped. Food appeared on the table. My little girl maintained her table manners - miraculously - and ate her breakfast at a moderately slow pace. When we were both finished, and I could tell she was extremely anxiously excited, I set my utensils down.

She ran to my side. "C'mon, we gotta open presents!" She yelled at me again. She grabbed onto my arm and started pulling me toward the sitting room.

"Alright. Alright. Don't rip my arm off," I teased. I sat in the sitting room, watching my little girl open all her presents. She seemed to enjoy all of them.

My little girl crawled into my lap, the little charm bracelet I had gotten her clasped around her wrist. She cuddled into my chest so I wrapped my arms around her.

"I love you, Papa," my little girl whispered to me. Her eyes closing peacefully. She looked so in-the-moment.

"I love you too, sweetheart. You're so much like your mother, love," I told her. I kissed the top of her head.

She really was exactly like her mother. My little girl was loving, compassionate. She would never hurt anyone… Unless the situation called for it.

My little girl beamed up at me before she closed her eyes again. Bella Potter burrowed deeper into my chest and sighed contentedly.

I woke up long enough to smile sleepily. 'She called me Papa,' I thought before falling back to sleep.

[AN: And there you go folks. That's the end of that chapter. I hope you enjoy this! ^-^ I'm really really sorry y'all had to wait so dang long.]