Prologue: Reminiscing…

Hey! This my first fanfic so please review! I would LOVE it if you did! Hyeaaa... I love Harry Potter and thought Twilight's mythical creatures would be such an awesome addition. Oh yeah!!! There's no Jacob Black in this one! HE'S ALL MINE (Well... my friend says its joint custody... xD)! Also... the Cullens will come in Chapter 5. Enjoy!

I don't own Twilight or Harry Potter... Stephenie Meyer & J.K. Rowling do.

The last thing I remember of Hogwarts was three simple hushed goodbyes in the Gryfindor common room before being dragged of to the middle of nowhere, Forks Washington. That fateful day, when Dumbledore gave me the news that I, the other Chosen One, was being taken away from England for my protection and for a mission caused my normal self to turn into a lesser version of me with a hole in my heart that could never be replaced until returning Home. What is worse is that my appearance showed it. I, Annamaria Isabella Black-Weasley, the metamorphagus extrodinaire, and Girl Who Lived was being sent away.

But now… before I get carried away with that day's occurences I feel a need to tell you about my life before it an why there was a need to do this in the first place. My father was Sirius Black, friend of James and Lily Potter. One day, now about 16 years ago, my life changed. My father had dropped me off at Godric's Hollow so he could run errands (Mum died during childbirth). Little did he know Voldemort was going to strike, with a sole purpose, to kill those who said no to him. That day Uncle James and Aunt Lily gave up their lives for me and my godbrother Harry. Their love caused Voldemort's demise when he tried to kill us both with an Unforgivable curse. The darkest wizard of all time was killed and all Harry and I were left with were scars (his was on his forehead while mine was on my hip).

Later on that dreadful night, Harry and I were taken into Professor Albus Dumbledore's caring custody until we were found temporary safehouses. Harry was dropped off to live at the Dursleys and I at the Weasleys. They were my family for the next 10 or so years until I went off to Hogwarts, so I decided to take to their name. Fred and George were my older brothers who would always listen no matter what, while Percy was the stuck-up one who only cared about himself. Bill and Charlie were the most energetic and empathetic brothers one could ever ask for. Ron was pretty much my protector in every way. He was too over-protective for his own good. And Ginny… Ginny was my only sister. She was a year younger than me but she and I got along just fine. Her serenity never rubbed off on me just like my spazziness never did on her. Now all that was left was Mum and Dad (Mr. And Mrs. Weasley). They were both so caring and took me in and raised me like one of their own. Mum was the best cook I have ever met and I sought to learn from her and Dad, well let's just say he can't stop talking about muggles. Merlin, do I have a lot of stories to tell him. It was he who told me about my true father, Sirius Black, and how he was put in Askaban for helping in the murder of the Potters and the murder of 12 or so muggles.

In light of school events, I have learned to think otherwise. In my first year at Hogwarts, I met my godbrother Harry and a incredibly close friendship sparked. After all, the hatred of fame does make people closer! I also met my best girlfriend besides…. (Well let's not go there quite yet. It's too emotional). Hermione was wise beyond her years and her tawny eyes depicted it all. Throughout the five years I was at Hogwarts before my expedition, my friends and I got into loads of trouble. In our first year together we helped to protect the Sorcerer's stone from none other than the Dark Lord himself. But, Hermione and Ron missed out on the action because of their injuries. In our second year, Harry and I learned we could talk to snakes (in Parseltongue as other wizards called it). We then used our newfound ability to open the Chamber of Secrets, save my beloved sister Ginny, destroy a younger Voldemort, and save the school from a giant snake bent on killing half the student body.

My third year shed much needed light on my heritage. I met my father's close friend and my father himself, during which meeting I learnt he was actually framed by a little weasel named Peter Pettigrew. Fourth year was the start of romance and more "teenage-like" thoughts in my year. What with the Triwizard Tournament and the Yule Ball and all. But, good things don't last. Harry was chosen as the extra Triwizard Champion and I as the Hogwarts one. I don't quite know how that occured seeing as we were not 17 then, but it did therefore forcing us to compete in life-threatening tasks. In the last task, when we grabbed the Triwizard cup, both of us were pulled into a graveyard in which we came face-to-face with Voldemort and were forced to give him blood of ours so he can survive and come back to power.

The next year, an veil of disbelief and horrorengulfed the wizarding community, making life harder for all, especially Harry, Dumbledore, and I. Not one person in the wizarding community believed us besides The Order and our friends when we said Voldemort had come back. This was the year we were forcibly watched over and tortured by a Mrs. Umbridge. Oh that's right! The Order…. The Order of The Pheonix was when Voldemort was last in power a group of talented wizards who fought against him and his Deatheaters. The Order included everyone close to me that was over 17 and more. Soon it would include me. At the end of my fifth year, me and some of my close friends went to the Department of Mysteries for Harry had saw my father get tortured and killed there by none other than Voldemort. Little did we know, Voldemort had played with our heads… in the end my father was indeed killed but not until we found a prophecy about Harry and my destiny. It clearly said that none of the three can live whilst the others survive. I don't quite understand it, but that was on part of my mission.

The week after my father's death, I was admitted into the Order of the Pheonix quite hastily might I add. But what was I to do? I was told that there was a mission Dumbledore wishes me to complete. It involved befriending an inhuman psychic in America and asking for her personal take on the prophecy and sight into the future. This was not much of a mission because anyone of them could have found out in a matter of minutes, but the Order was quite genuinely concerned for my safety, so I let them send me away. That night, I forced to hurriedly pack my things and rush goodbyes with friends before I embarked on a different kind of journey.

I was taught how to apparate quite hastily before I was boarded onto a plane on its way to Seattle, Washington with 2 suitcases filled with every single one of my belongings (the insides were extended quite a lot if I must say so) and an envelope containing everything about my new life. Once I was aboard the plane and comfortably in my seat, I ripped open the envelope only to find out that I could not use magic during my stay. My new name was Isabella Marie Swan and I was to live with the muggle Charlie Swan who was under the belief I was his daughter and I would have to act that way. According to Dumbledore, the perfect way to fit in would bet to act like a klutz. Now that would be truly excruciatingly hard. Never have I ever fallen or done anything clumsy except that one time I got hit by a bludger when I was a chaser for Gryffindor, but that didn't count. All of a sudden I was expected to fall all the time, but I had to put on a false pretense so I gave in.

Forks was a small quaint town, full of bloody boredom and nothing else. In school, I was treated much like at Hogwarts, only in a muggle standpoint. Everywhere I went eyes were glaring me down and everywhere there was someone hoping and praying to be my friend. I was once again in the spotlight, the spotlight I oh so detested. Within my first day I had already found the family I was supposed to interact with. I mean how could you not, they were inhumanely beautiful. But that had to do with the fact they were vampires. From the second they saw me, one of them felt an infatuation towards me. Within mere months, we were hopelessly in love. I was still a danger magnet as always. We went through so much. The most nerve-wrecking would be when James tried to attack and kill me. I couldn't use magic because I would be given away and I was starting to like it in Fork, but it would never be my true home. My only reminder of that day would be the crescent-shaped scar forever imprinted on my hand.

But all of that life was behind me. The Cullens and Edward (my soulmate) left me stranded in the forest lest than a month ago. It all started with my 17th birthday (the Cullen's thought it was my 18th which it wasn't). I had gotten a papercut and was bleeding in a house full of bloodthirsty vampires. One lost control (Poor Jasper… he couldn't handle his own thirst too well and at that moment he had to handle six other ones) and nearly attacked. Thankfully, Edward came to my rescue. The next day, Edward and I went on a walk in the forest in which I heard the fateul words, "Bella" he said in a monotonous voice "My family and I are leaving tonight. I'm sorry but I don't want you anymore. I don't love. I never have. You were just a distraction for our family. We hate to have put in you in such a spot. We will be gone from your life by nightfall. It will be as if we never existed." At that moment, the rest of my heart (minus the colossal hole that left when I left my family, Hogwarts, and England) shattered into a million pieces. Many emotions rushed through my head. The most prominent were hurt, pain, suffering, and anger.

With the Cullens gone, Forks was a barren land. There was nothing more for me there. I had failed the Order and my heart. I was a mere shadow of a person. So, I marched over to my "house" packed up my belongings with the flick of my wand and erased the memories of every person in Forks. Bella Swan was dead and she would never come back. I am bound to never let her come back. Already, my emotions are spilling all over the place and I shall make sure that I will use them to my benifit. I, Annamaria Isabella Weasley-Black (I shall take my father's name proudly in his honor) am going back to Hogwarts and shall take this a chance to be happy again. I doubt it though, that 14-15 months took a lot out of me, but I shall make a genuine effort. And now with one little "crack" I am off and the reminiscing shall end for the future shall begin.

How was it? Good... bad... horrible? Review please! Maybe after like 5 I'll put the next chapter! Eh.... make it like 3!

P.S. Sorry if the Edward monologue was off.... :D I'm not that good at remembering things.