I don't own twilight. Stephanie Meyer does.

I wanted it to be a crossover at first. But then I realized that I wasn't going to put any Harry Potter characters. J.K Rowling owns the Harry Potter stuff.

I am just writing the story for fun.

Chapter one: Plans

I had a frown on my face as I entered the house my mum and I were currently living in. I had just returned from my short trip to MACUSA. And for the third time in this week the wizard there had told me to wait. But this time they hadn't told me wait for a few days, no. I had to wait till January. Almost five months. Why me? Three other people who had applied for the training had already started, for Merlin's sake.

"Hey mum," I jumped on the couch next to her.

"How did it go?" my mum asked eagerly.

"They told me to wait," I said and closed my eyes. The image of the wizard refusing my letter came in front of me. "Till January this time" I added after a pause. "I am going nowhere with this. It should have been either rejected or accepted. Not leave me hanging like this!"

I heard my mum's quiet sigh. I knew she was disappointed. My self-esteem was already coming down. I needed to do something. I couldn't just rot away like that.

"Let's go out tonight. We've been stuck in this house for days."

I stared at her. "Where?"

"You know the ballet studio two blocks away?" I nodded "Well, a couple of ladies have started a new salon right opposite to it and since it's the first day I thought we could go there. I have couple of coupons. And have you looked at yourself lately?"

True. I haven't spent time taking care of myself lately. I didn't refuse.

"Alright, when are we going?" I asked.

She looked at the clock on the wall and grinned, "I booked us already. We leave in half an hour."

Three hours later Mum and I left the salon and had dinner at a nearby diner. It felt good taking time for mum and I. Being pampered was so much better than using spells.

When we lived in Ottery St. Catchpole we rarely got out of the house for these things. With me being a witch and my mum teaching at school and her other part time jobs. Things were different then.

We had moved to Phoenix as I wanted to have a job in MACUSA, which now seemed impossible. As I sat at the table I thought about my life in Britain. Almost nine years ago I wouldn't have believed anyone who would have told me that I would look for a job in MACUSA, I wouldn't have believed that I would live in America, I wouldn't have believed someone that I would lose my father and grandparents because of a war, I wouldn't have believed that I would have a monster on my trail.

My dad Charlie Swan worked as an Auror. In 1998 there was a war. A war between good and evil. A war between Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort.

My dad refused to turn to the dark side. And the result of his refusal was death.

Gran Helen was a pure blood witch who came from a Slytherin family. She was disowned for marrying a muggle-born named Geoffrey Swan. During the time of the war the Ministry of Magic started to interrogate the muggle-borns. This caused Grandpa to leave their house but my Gran went with him. Three months after they ran, news came about an old couple being found dead. Those were my grandparents.

It was very difficult for my mum and me to start with our lives again. All of this happened before I had started my school life at Hogwarts. Oh, how much I missed Hogwarts.

And here I was at a nice diner eating with my mum.

"What am I going to do?" I murmured, thinking about the incidents that had happened in my past, most of which was hidden from mum.

"Do you want to stay here? I Phoenix, I mean." Renée asked.

"I don't know." I half shrugged. We had rented a house for a few weeks. Besides, the magical population was very low here. I had to Apparate huge distances to even go to MACUSA. And my mum wanted to have a quiet life, which was because of me.

"Bella, I was thinking. Remember I told about the house in Forks?" She said slowly.

Of course, I remembered. She never stopped going on and on about her hometown. It was always, Forks this, Forks that. What sort of name was that, anyway.

She used to live in Forks when she was young. She'd lived there till she was eight and then Gran, Pop and mum had moved to London. Now Renée owned that house. Since Gran didn't want to keep any old memories of Pop.

"What about it?" I dreaded asking that question.

"I was wondering if we could move there," she said her blue eyes widening with excitement. I mentally sighed.

"Are you sure?" I just wanted her to be happy she had suffered more than me.

Renée nodded. "And I also found something for you to do," she bit her lip. It was a habit that we shared.

"What something?" Obviously, she'd already planned it.

"Well, I thought maybe you would like to attend high school for a while," she said cautiously. "You know, get to know how the world works."

I stared at her with wide eyes. She was joking right? Me. Bella Swan a witch attending a muggle school. Ugh. I already knew how the world worked.

"Mum that's..." I trailed off seeing the look in her eyes.

"Please Bella. Besides you don't have anything to do yet." she pleaded.

Stupid Hufflepuff traits. "Fine,' I groaned.

"Good that's settled then. We'll be moving in three or four days at the most."

Yep, she had planned everything behind my back

It was Saturday. We were finally, in Forks. We were going to Port Angeles to get some things for the two-story house we had moved into. The house wasn't so huge. My mum had already talked to the principal of Forks High. I would be started school on Monday just a few days later than anyone else. As my mum drove, I thought about my days at Hogwarts. It had been so much fun to sit near the Lake and watch the giant squid. To sit in the Hufflepuff common room and play gobstones. Or trade chocolate frog cards. And now I was going to attend a Muggle school. UGH. I forgot about everything as we neared the mall. I would need a lot of things for my room and I would also need to restrain Renée from spending too much money for shopping.

I stretched my legs as I got out of mum's Volkswagen. She had bought it from a guy in Phoenix.

"Let's go," Mum said enthusiastically.

We went to buy clothes first, then decided for spending money on some furniture and then we visited a bookstore and then a music store. Mum bought some CDs for my CD player which I loved to use. I also bought some items for my new room. It was late when we finally left Port Angeles.

Our house in Forks was a two-story house. It was painted white from outside. We had no neighbours. I didn't mind that.

The left side of the hallway held a door that led to the kitchen. It had square oak table with four chairs. The walls were dark panelled with white linoleum floor. The cupboards were white too. The window on the wall gave the perfect view of front yard. Opposite to the window a door led to the living room. The TV that we'd shipped earlier was on the left wall facing a couch and a coffee table. The wall opposite to the door now was covered with photos, all of them still. Mum had placed the photos above the fireplace earlier today. Behind the couch an opening led back to the hall. The back door led to a porch with a swing. Mum's room was opposite to the kitchen next to it was a small bathroom, and then a study that Mum claimed as her own.

The stairs which were facing the study led up on the second floor which had a store room that I hadn't checked yet, a small vacant room which I decided to use for doing magical stuff since it faced back yard. The west room was my bed room. There was a small bathroom next to my room.

There was a double bed for which I bought a purple quilt from the mall. Next to the bed a small table now held a lamp and a picture of me with mum, dad and my both sets of grandparents. It was taken from a muggle camera though.

The wall on the left side of my bed had a window that gave me a beautiful view of the forest. There was a dresser, a desk with my CD player and a second-hand computer that my mum insisted that I would need for school work with a modem attached to it for internet. I was still learning how to use muggle things and mum was patient whenever I needed her help.

There was a rocking chair too next to the window that faced the front yard.

It was my mum's. The light blue walls were also covered in photographs all of them had been charmed to stay still.

We ordered pizza that night since we (me, since I used my magic to clean all the mess up and mum just giving orders) were too tired to cook something.

"Did you put curtains on the window?" Mum asked as we ate.

"Yep"

"Finished unpacking?"

I nodded since my mouth was stuffed with pizza.

"Stopped the pictures from moving?" asked Renée.

I nodded again.

"Bella, are you happy?" She said softly.

I looked at her, what had caused the abrupt change of topic?

"I know you were sad because of the MACUSA people and you are also starting high school because of me and you had to move because I didn't want to live in Phoenix..." she babbled on. Wrong, you didn't live in Phoenix because I hadn't wanted to stay in a place for long with you exposed to that monster.

"Mum I am perfectly fine. I am happy," I wasn't so sure about that, "It's okay. Maybe they will let me join someday."

She nodded but I knew her better than anyone else.

"Alright now I am pretty tired and you don't want me to sleep in the kitchen now do you." I said mockingly as I finished my share of pizza.

I kissed her cheek and said good night before going upstairs. I gathered my night clothes before going to bathroom to shower and clean my teeth.

As I brushed my teeth, I thought. I stared at the chocolate brown eyes in mirror. I didn't look anything like Renée except the heart shaped face. My mahogany hair which was now in a layered haircut ended mid waist. My ivory skin that I felt would stood out here. And I blushed, a lot. While mum was sometimes silly and unpredictable I was shy and consistent and little bit clumsy too. But I could fly well. Even though I never made the Hufflepuff Quidditch team at Hogwarts. I wasn't a prefect or a head girl. I didn't like attention. Right now, I was dreading Monday.

Get a grip Bella, I thought. I stayed under the shower until hot water began to run out. Quickly I dried myself, got dressed and went in my room.

I pulled out my old school trunk from underneath my bed. I sat on my bed opened the trunk and stared at the contents. My Nimbus 2000, the last birthday gift from Dad, was on the top. Under my broomstick were my school robes and my books. There was an old broomstick servicing kit, two Skiving Snack boxes, a leather strap holder for my wand, a small chest that I pulled out and put on the bed, some sweets like chocolate frogs, every flavour beans and blood flavoured candies too which I had to eat on a dare. There was another long box that I pulled out too. In it were some potions that I kept for emergencies. I set all the sweets and the potions in the drawer of my bedside table. Then opened the chest. It was wooden. And it was my dad's. Within it were a black eagle feather quill, a leather-bound album, a set of two-way mirrors both small so they could easily fit in pockets, an auror badge, and a wand, cedar wood and dragon heartstring core. I laid my wand next to it. Phoenix feather core and ebony. Both were thirteen inches. I took it out again, feeling sudden warmth in my fingertips. I remembered the time I had last used it to duel. I set it aside, wanting to think of good memories only.

I stared at them for a long time, not realizing that my cheeks were wet. It was almost an hour later that I put the chest back and closed the trunk. I took a sip of dreamless sleep potion pulled the purple quilt over me. The sound of the rain against the window was quiet disturbing. I imagined that I was back in my old dorm.

"Good night Dad, I love you" I whispered and closed my eyes, feeling the potion working its way.