Bella Swan's life is miserable. After having her Vampire boyfriend and his family abandon her, she finds out she is not who she thinks she is. A certain Headmaster has the answers she wants. It turns out that she is the daughter of one of the most famous, but forgotten, pure-blood- families there is. But, there are still many answers her godfather, Albus, refuses to tell her. So now, a second year at Hogwarts, she has two new friends who you would have never guessed. But, all she wants to do is find out all the answers in this Twisted Tale.

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September 13, 1981

Two cloaked figures stalked through the neighborhood, the darkness of night painting the sky. The only disturbance in the steady silence was a quiet whining sound, one that seemed to originate from one of them. The shorter one clutched a brown hand-woven basket close to her chest, and to anyone else, it would look to be full of white, silk fabric. But they were the only ones that knew; knew underneath the blankets was a small, pale- faced baby, crying for warmth they could not provide.

"We have to age her, don't we?" the one holding the baby asked.

"And alter their memories, so we can ensure her safety. That is the most important thing right now." She nodded, and tried to soothe the child. All of a sudden, she began chuckling. Her companion looked at her, questioning her sudden change in attitude.

"I apologize." She tried to compose herself " Were we not doing the exact same thing just a few months ago?" The previous moment of merriness was long gone, and a cool wind started to blow through the small town of Forks.

"She will have to be involved eventually."

"I know... Hopefully she will be ready."

"Do..Do you think she would have wanted this."

"It's inevitable, but... I know she will look over her."

They continues with their mission, until they arrived at their destination: A small, two story house with a Police Cruiser in the driveway. The woman lifted the baby out of the basket, cooing to her, before placing a kiss on her forehead. They quickly left, hiding behind a nearby tree as the other one lifted a long, wooden stick, and muttered words that could not be heard to anyone but the two. There was a bright flash of light, and standing in the baby's place was a small girl with brown hair, dressed in a silky white dress. She rang the doorbell, and the door opened to reveal a disheveled looking blond woman, who immdeiatly wrapped her arms around the child. Knowing they were done, the woman and her companion walked away, listening to the voices they left behind.

"My God, Where were you young lady! You definitely have some explaining to do, Bella!"

I sat there, staring at the strange, strange letter in my hands. This had to be a joke. It's not possible, defiantly not possible. I thought of its incredibility as I ran my fingers over the smooth paper for the umpteenth time.

"Who are you kidding?" I asked myself. If Vampires exist, then maybe such a thing as Witches and Wizards do too. And the fact the fact that I'm really 13 might be possible.

"Stop lying to yourself, Bella" Oh, shut up.

It is possible, actually. You never know. Anything is possible. Like how its possible that the Cullens might be coming back, that I am a witch, and that there is some magical school somewhere in London. Or was it Scotland? I looked at the front of the letter. No return address. Obviously. I mean, would there be a return address for a letter that was delivered by some weird-looking owl with a limp?

Where was that owl, anyway? I looked around ,but I saw it nowhere. Standing up, I turned in a circle, still looking it. It was here a few minuets ago. Before I knew what I was doing, I was twirling in the middle of the kitchen, looking for that damn owl that suddenly crash-landed through my open window and knocked over my lamp.

And that is exactly how Charlie found me a few minuets later, probably believing I lost the little bit of sanity I had left. He stood in the doorway, looking at me with an eyebrow arched. I turned to face him, and quickly hid the letter behind my back. He tried to peer over my shoulder to spot what I was hiding, so I quickly slipped it into the back pocket of my jeans. I plastered a fake smile on my face, and hoped that my horrible acting skills would actually help me for once.

"Hey, dad!" I said in what I hope is a cheery voice" What's up? I heard that it's fishing season. Ya' know, with it being summer, and all. Maybe Billy might want to go with you." It was then that I noticed Charlie was already decked out in his fishing gear. My face felt like it was on fire, and I gulped. My throat suddenly felt dry. Charlie narrowed his eyes at me, but nodded. I heard him go out the door, and I sighed. That was close. Looks like he finally thinks I can stay in a house alone without me trying to... Nevermind.

"Hoot". I turned quickly to the owl who was perched on the counter. It looks like I was going to have to write a letter back, huh. I ran into my room, and came back awhile later with a pen and some paper. After throwing some cookies at the bird, I began to write a note as quick as I could.

Dear whoever,

I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you are talking about. I am not a witch, and I sure as hell am not 13.

From,

Isabella Swan

I carefully tied the letter to the now content bird, and watched it sail out the open window. It wasn't until it left that I realized it probably wasn't a good idea to give them my full name.

"Damn it!"

Watching the bird soar through the sky, I tried to not fool myself into thinking that never happened.

Yeah... If I could fool myself into thinking things, life would be much more easier.

Dear Isabella,

There are many things you do not know, and I wish to explain them to you. Please meet me at the park, 3:00 o'clock A.M. It will be chilly, so bring a jacket.

Sincerley,

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore

I shivered, the light jacket I brought serving almost no protection as I was pelted with unusually large drops of freezing cold rain. I watched a the water washed away the ink leaving me with nothing but a brownish piece of paper with lines of black running down it. My hair was matted to my face, and I had almost no heat whatsoever. I threw the letter down and stomped on it. Three o'clock my ass! With another glance at my watch I saw that it was 3:45. With another groan, I flopped down on the bench, hunched over, and put my head in my hands.

What in the world came over me to go to a park in the middle of the night, during a rainstorm. Sure, it started out as drizzle, but then turned into all this! Yeah, it was 'chilly', but this damn weatherman-wannabee could have warned me before I would go like a dumb-ass and stand in the middle of a fucking hurricane!

I was thrown out of my pondering by the low rumble of thunder. I jumped up and covered my head with my hands. Suddenly there was a flash of lightening, and I was out, running down the trail to my house. Unfortunately for me, this trail happened to be on a hill. Being ever so clumsy, I was a bit too frightened to remember this fact, and running full speed , I tripped and began rolling the rest of the way stopping, only when I landed in a pile of mud.

"Fucking letters," I grumbled, sitting up and feeling generally disgusted " Fucking owls, Fucking hurricanes, Fucking Dumbledwarf!" I pushed myself to my feet, and limped the rest of the way. I probably looked a mess , mud caked on my hair and on my face, and my clothes were torn in certain places. I noticed a cut on my hand that would need to be disinfected.

Eventually I came to my house, and with much hissing in pain, I managed to crawl up the stairs, and over to the door. I fished in the potted plant, before I pulled out my personal key that Charlie gave me when moved here. I hid it in the pot before I left, to make sure I could get back in.

I put my key in the lock and twisted it. Strange. It didn't open. I tried again and again, twisting it several times, yet nothing happened. Almost as if... as if someone changed the locks. I felt a sense of dread as I realized to get back in, I was going to have to ring the doorbell. It wasn't like I could climb the tree outside my room, or something. Groaning, I pushed the bell, and listed to it ring, waiting patiently for Charlie and the inevitable lecture that was sure to come.

Imagine my surprise when he answered the door, dressed in a pair of pajamas I never saw, looking younger than ever. His usual gray streaked beard was gone, in its place a clean-shaven face, the stubble a solid brown color. When he spotted me, I felt a bit peculiar as he looked me up and down, a expression of clear confusion on his face.

"Who are you?" he asked. The fuck? I stood there like an idiot, staring at him. I waited for the 'I got you!' or some kind of indication that he was going to end his little joke and let me in the damn house.

"Ha-Ha." I monotoned, a blank look on my face " Real funny, Charlie." he stared at me for a little while longer. This was really going to far. I decided that I would just play along with him.

"Dad, it's me, Bella." He slowly shook his head.

"But I don't have a daughter." I sighed.

"Look, dad, this has gone on far enough. I'm cold, wet, and muddy. Just let me in." I guess he decided to stop playing and let me in, standing to the side. I strode in the warm hallway, sighing happily as I took of the hoodie and placed it on the coat rack.

"Just sit here, I'm going to get a beer." I rolled my eyes and climbed up the stairs, ignoring his request completely. I just wanted to take a shower and collaspe in to bed, but I was going to need some clothes first. Ringing out the water in my hair, I turned the knob to my door and walked in, flicking the light switch on.

What I saw scared the hell out of me.

This...This definitely wasn't my room. The walls were painted a deep red, little pictures of racecars on them. My book collection that rested on the wall replaced with shelf after shelf of video games. I gasped as I looked at the pictures on the wall, ones that were supposed to be mine. But instead of the portraits of me at my graduation, riding a bike for the first time was replaced with ones of a boy with curly blonde hair and brown eyes. I narrowed my eyes and slammed the door behind me, running down the stairs. As I approached the kitchen, I slowed down and heard Charlie mumbling something into the phone. I crept up beside the door, and strained my ears to hear.

"I don't know who she is, or where she came from, but she thinks I'm her father. No- look- I do not have any daughters. Only Frank. She's probably some crack head from the port, but I'm afraid she could be dangerous. I'm going to take her down to the station."

I stopped breathing. Taking a chance, I peeked through the archway, and saw him standing near the window, phone in hand as he whispered into it. Glancing around every few moments. I tried to figure out what the hell was going on, but too many thoughts were going through my head. That's when I saw it. A black gun, glinting in the moonlight was placed on the counter next to Charlie, easily within his rack. I recognized it as the one he had hidden in the drawer for 'threats'.

He thought of me as a 'threat'.

With a gasp I fell backwards, and into the small shelf that held our family portraits. It fell under my weight and the glass shattered, showering over me as I shielded my face. I peeked through my fingers to see Charlie whirl around, quickly picking up his gun. I gulped, before my hand backed up on something- a picture. I picked it up and recognized it immediately. It was when Charlie, Renee and I went camping. It was one of my best memories- right after we had a filling dinner of hotdogs and s'mores, and were laughing around a campfire.

It fell from my hand as I staggered to my feat, the reality of the situation finally crushing down on me. Tears ran down my muddied cheek as I started through blurry eyes as Charlie held the gun steady, aiming right for me.

"Look, I'm going to take you somewhere where we can help you." His voice was calm, soothing almost, yet it frightened me.

"I-I'm fine" I choked out. He slowly shook his head, approaching me like how one would do a frightened animal.

"No, you're not." he said, coming closer. " You need help." He was almost out of the kitchen. That's when my adrenaline kicked in. I slowly reached behind me to pick up the broken metal picture frame, and threw it at him to buy me some time. He easily shielded it, but by the time he came to, I was gone and running towards the door.

My foot caught on the rug and I was sent flying. I put my hands in front of me to soften my fall, but a sickeningly loud crunch sound made me think it wasn't such a good idea. Charlie immediately towered over me, fighting to put the handcuffs around my wrists, muttering that he was only 'trying to help me'. But I knew he wasn't, and I was damn sure not going to give up so easy. I successfully managed to kick the gun out of his hand and across the room, and bite his hand. He screamed and let my ahead go, and it bounced hard off the floor. Yet, I kept going, and soon was engulfed in the storm once more.

You see, there was something wrong with that picture; something wrong with all those pictures. I wasn't in them. Instead, my place was taken by that boy, whoever he was, that I saw in my room.

I bolted. I ran as fast as I could, thankfully not tripping. The storm had gotten worse, the wind almost knocking me off my feet. I ran further, going anywhere, somewhere where it was safe. But I didn't know where to go. Loud thunder roared behind me. At least I thought it was thunder. A few seconds later, I stopped running, paralyzed by horrifying realization.

It was a warning shot...

He tried to shoot me. My dad tried to shoot me, his daughter. As the truth soaked into me, I realized something even more horrible than before.

I'm not his daughter anymore...

I didn't exist. How this happened, or why this happened, I don't know. All I know is that I had to get somewhere safe. I started running again when I heard police sirens in the distance.

I ran to the park, heart pounding and eyes tearing, wondering what the hell I was going to do.

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