Disclaimer: Ok, this story is souly by J.K. Rowling and Stephanie Meyer. I would never steal anything from them. They are two genius that can never be copied.

-- so, just so there are no mishaps, this is taking place after new moon and after the half-blood prince. So do with it what you will.

Please read and review. I have njferrell to thank for all of this by giving me this idea. So here goes nothing. Oh and I know that this chapter will be short, but I just want to get some things up. Here is the list of POVs:

Harry: HPOV

Hermoine: MPOV

Ron: RPOV

Charlie: CPOV

Bella: BPOV

Jacob: JPOV

Edward: EPOV

Alice: APOV

Jasper: JazzPOV

Rosalie: RosePOV

Emmet: EmPOV

hope that clears it up for later!

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HPOV

"C'mon Harry!" Hermoine called from the downstaris corridor.

"Bloody hell, mate! We're about to miss the train waiting for you." Ron said annoyingly. Even though he had a complete floor between us, I could tell that he was rolling his eyes at me. Bollucks!

"Alright, alright. I will be down in a second."

Hogwarts was officially closing down due to the death of our beloved Professor Dumbledore. All of the seventh years were being moved to a Muggle High School in Washington. Forks High. The Ministry is so full of it!

"I can't believe the Ministry is enrolling us in there! There of all places! The heart of the Muggle world. Bullucks..." Hermoine ranted on. We tend to let her talk, the more she screams at no one in particular, the more she doesn't want to cast a spell on us that will leave us with no memory for a good half an hour.

"Well, lets just get his nightmare over with, I think the Ministry wants us to learn to blend into the Muggle world while they figure our what they are going to do with us and the school." I said, trying to lighten up a situation that wasn't going anywhere but down.

"Whatever mate. Let's just hope the Ministry makes a quick decision."

BPOV

The weather was terrible; not that I noticed it. Inside my head the turbulance of emotions rocked my tears; distorted my vision. I knew was coming; a pain so deeply intense, my small body would not be able to contain it. My heart was torn from the inside out; forever scarred by the nightmares waiting for me in my sleep. I was turning, and I knew my life as I believed it, was done. It will be as if I'd never existed.

"He's gone," I whispered; I thought I thought that.

***

It's been six months. I still haven't fully recovered. The first four months were zombie days; I wasn't talking to anyone, never returning my friends calls that they eventually stopped calling. Charlie threatened to send me to live with my mom, I couldn't go.

I was driving down the road, not even realizing where I was when I sign caught my eye, for sale, as is. I knew it was wrong, but slightly, I wanted some recklessness in my life. I wanted to act stupid. When I came to forks there were rules I had to follow, one of them being the restrictions on motorbikes. There were so many things I never would have thought of doing. So many promises I had kept.....

I walked up to the front door and a boy with sandy hair answered.

"Bella Swan?"

"How much for the bike?" I asked, ignoring his shocked expression and jerking my chin to towards two motorcycles sitting on the side of the road.

"Seriously?" he asked. I could tell by the raised eybrows that he didn't believe a girl like me would be interested in some motor bikes.

"Of course."

"They don't work." he noted to me, his eyebrows still raised. I sighed impatientily.

"How much?" I demanded.

"If you really want it, take it. There out there so that they could be picked up by the garbage." I stared at the bikes.

"You sure about that?"

"Do you want to ask my mom?"

"No."

"Alright then. Do you want some help? These aren't light."

"Sure. Uh, thanks."

The boy, whatever his name is, put the bikes in the back of the truck, and waved goodbye as I drove off.

***

MPOV

"Hey! At least there's one good thing that can come out of this trip." I exclaimed happily. We were on the train now. All of us were waving goodbye to our proffesors seing as we might not get to see them again. I was reading a letter my muggle parents gave me saying that they would be in sunny Phoenix, Arizona.

"What are you talking about, Mione?" Ron asked sleepily. We haven't been on the train for a full three minutes and he's already taking a nap! Pathetic!

"I'm talking about, the fact that my parents are taking a five month trip to Phoenix. That means I'm staying with my cousin. She's staying in Forks with my uncle, we just don't know who her mom is...Oh well! I get to stay with my cousin. She's my age."

"She's fourty-eight as well?" Ron asked and smirked. I pointed my wand at him and threw a rolled up newspaper at Harry who was laughing loudly.

"What did you say you little insect?" I threatened him.

"Nothing grandma."

"Furnunculus!" I called and almost immediantly there were about twenty medium-sized boils appearing on his face, making him look like one of those witches those muggles think we look like. Bullocks by the way. And not all of us are evil and stand over a leaky couldron finding ways to enslave the humans or increase world hunger for crying out loud!

"What did you do?" Ron asked peterified. Harry had doubled over laughing and was now on the floor. I was clutching my stomach as a crowd started to appear in front of our compartment. As soon as they realized why I was on the verge of tears from laughing and why it seemed that Harry was having a spasm on the floor they began to laugh as well. After about ten minutes I realized Ron had payed his dues for his suffering and counteracted the curse.

"I hate you." Ron said dryly and turned his back to me. Almost instantly, he was sound asleep, leaving only me and harry.

"Do you think it'll be utterly boring in Forks?" Harry asked after about five minutes of silence.

"I think so. I mean, what's so special about Forks, Washington?" I asked and then layed my head on the cool glass and fell asleep.