Adopted from BunnyLordIsHere and the first 17 chapters will be uploaded onto this story but all credit goes to her and you should certianly go take a look at her profile

Full Summary: Bella is Harry's long lost twin. The past is the same, only it was Bella who was there when Lily and James were killed. Harry was at Sirius' house. Harry and Bella are separated when Dumbledore give them to different families. Harry goes to a loving family while Bella goes to the Dursley's since she is now the chosen one. The only different 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 Harry along with Hermione and Ron. 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.

Start: 6/27/10

Bella POV

I was asleep, dreaming.

I heard the cold laughter as I looked at the pretty red haired lady in front of me. Mummy, I came to know her as. And Daddy was right in front of us with his wand drawn, pointing it at Mummy. We were playing a game. It was so exciting!

Daddy started talking but it wasn't his voice and I couldn't understand what he was saying, but Mummy was scared. Daddy pulled back his hood, but it wasn't Daddy underneath it. It was a man I had never seen with scary eyes with slits for pupils and a flat nose. His face reminded me of a snake.

He was still talking and I finally began to understand.

"Stand aside, stupid girl. You needn't die." He hissed, and I realized Mummy and Daddy weren't playing a game with me. This man was going to hurt us.

"Not Bella! Please, Not Bella!" Mummy wailed. The man kept telling her to move, she didn't have to die for me. But she kept yelling and crying that she wouldn't let me die. That she would die before I would. And I guess he got tired of it because he said some nonsense words that I had learned sometime before were spells. Daddy made my toys dance with words like that all the time.

"Avada Kedavra." A bright green light shot out of the tip of his wand and Mummy dropped to the ground without moving. I was stilled wailing, terrified when the man turned to me.

"Silence!" He shouted. I paused in shock for a second then continued to scream and cry.

He turned his wand to me and said the same words as before. Only this time, they ricocheted off me and hit him. There was an explosion and the wall behind him and beside me blew out.

I was jolted from my nightmare when the door to my cupboard was yanked open. I was pulled roughly through the opening and thrown through the kitchen doorway. I was still disoriented from sleep when I landed heavily on my side so I didn't feel my bruises start to twinge, luckily.

"Get started on breakfast, freak!" I heard Aunt Petunia screech off to my side but I didn't know what was happening. I was still so sleepy…

I lay my head down on the linoleum of the floor as my eyes began to drift shut again. Bad move.

"I felt instantly awake when I was kicked sharply in the side. I hopped up and looked around dazed. I looked at Uncle Vernon who was purple in the face and absolutely furious.

I averted my eyes, knowing I broke one of the rules. Never make eye-contact. Uncle Vernon's big meaty fist hit me in the face. I felt my head snap back and I fell in a jumbled heap on the floor at his feet.

"Stupid little ingrate", he spat, "Sleeping when we told you to do something. We give you a roof over your head, food to eat" -no you don't- "and a place to sleep and this is how you repay us? Get up." I did as I was told. "Come here." I walked over to stand in front of him, staying just out of reach for now. Uncle Vernon stood up and began to remove his belt. I hid my terror behind a well-trained mask and kept my head down, staring at my bare feet.

I felt the hard leather come down across my shoulder. It stung and I could feel it already swelling but I didn't flinch. He hit me again, on the opposite shoulder and I felt the same stinging feeling as the first time. And again I didn't flinch. He kept going at this for a few more minutes, alternating from shoulder only missing his mark a few times. The mess up always resulted in my getting hit in either the face or on the arm. Most of the time the face.

When he was done I was still standing in the same position with bright red, bleeding welts on my face arms and shoulders.

"Now get to work, girl." Aunt Petunia spat at me. I waked up to the stove and began to prepare breakfast. When I was finished I walked over to the sink, planning to wash the hot, bacon-grease filled frying pan, Dudley walked into me as he was making his way to the cabinets to grab his morning snack.

"Mummy! Bella's blocking my way and she ran into me!" He wailed while I tried to stop myself from toppling over. Aunt Petunia got up and walked up to Dudley.

"Oh, my poor little Dudders. I'll fix that problem right away", She cooed at him, holding the fat lumps face in her hands. Then she turned to me and landed a smack across my face that had my face turned to the side, my eyes wide in surprise. Aunt Petunia wasn't normally the one to do the hitting. That was normally Uncle Vernon. But I was not to be disappointed.

"Vernon can finish dealing with you", She snarled then turned to her 'poor little Dudders' (internal eye roll) , "I have to get my special little boy ready for his big day." More cooing. Blech. Makes me want to yack. But then I remembered what she said and my eyes widened in fear. Uncle Vernon was going to…deal with me…

He advanced on me, looking so much like an crazed walrus that I almost wanted to laugh, but I was too terrified to even squeak out a sound of alarm. Uncle Vernon dragged me out into the hallway and shoved me forward. I went sprawling forward. He pulled my extremely oversized pants down to reveal an underwear cover bottom and skinny white legs that were covered in bruises, welts and cuts. He yanked the back of my baggy shirt up a little to show my back which was in similar shape as my legs and bottom.

He grabbed the cane that was leaning against the wall and I began to twitch in terror. I knew, though, to stay down or the beating would be ten times worse. I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Uncle Vernon swing the cane down and felt the pain of each blow, but I didn't make a sound. I took the beating soundlessly, only twitching slightly when the cane came down on the more recent bruises and welts.

When he was done, he set the cane back against the wall and turned his eyes to me, giving me a glare full of distaste and hate. His eyes said, 'You disgusting piece of filth. I hate you with everything in me. I wish you would die.' I flinched under his heated gaze and wished that I could just melt into the floor.

"Pull up you pants and get up", he barked at me. I hurriedly did as I was told and stood facing him with my head down. "Get in the back yard and start cleaning. Weed the garden. Mow the grass.Everything. Dismissed."

"Yes, sir", I whispered nodding. I walked away towards the back door, hoping I wouldn't encounter Dudley on the way there. I was lucky. I started with the garden first, seeing as how it was the easiest to clean up since I tended to it almost everyday.

**Time Skip**

Hours later when I was still in the back yard still, now finishing mowing, the back door banged open and out came Uncle Vernon.

"Girl! Come here!" He shouted across the lawn. I ran to him, not wanting to make anymore aggravated than he already was. When I was standing in front of him Uncle Vernon grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and started walking back the way he came. I stumbled along behind him, trying not to fall from the speed he was walking. For a big guy, he sure was light on his feet.

The door slammed behind us and he shoved me toward the basement stairs. "Get down there and bathe. There's some clean clothes down there too so use those!" he barked at me. I nodded and practically ran down the stairs, grateful for a shower. The clothes he had mentioned were what I usually wore when we went out. Instead of the baggy hand-me-down boy clothes I wore while being a maid, they were girl clothes. The shirt was long sleeved so as to hide the marks on my arms and fit me better around the shoulder so as to hide those marks too. There was a hood attached so no one could see the marks on the back of my neck. The pants were khaki and didn't fall down with every other step. I was given sandals to cover my normally bare feet and they were my size. The clothes, though they fit loads better than my normal ones, were still slightly baggy to hide my emaciated form.

When I was done- squeaky clean, I was- I put on my public clothes and went back up stairs.

"Brush your hair, girl", Aunt Petunia told me handing me a comb. I yanked it through my hair swiftly, hoping I would be done before she took it back. I was lucky. I pulled it through my tangled, curly locks one more time and was done. She gabbed the comb out of my hand and threw it on the hallway table.

"Now come on. Mrs. Figg can't watch you so we have to take you to the zoo with us. Today is Dudley's birthday so no funny business, got it?" Aunt Petunia snarled at me. Her horse like face was screwed up into a grimace of disgust and hatred. I flinched slightly and nodded.

"Yes, ma'am." Uncle Vernon walked up behind me and grasped my arm around the bicep, pulling me along beside him out the door and to the car. But before we'd left, Uncle Vernon pulled me aside.

"I'm warning you," he said, putting his large purple face right up close to mine, "I'm warning you now, girl- any funny business, anything at all- and you'll be in the cupboard from now until Christmas."

"Yes, sir." I nodded, trying to make myself look more innocent so he would believe me. But he didn't. No one ever did.

Every time something weird happened, I was automatically blamed. Even though I didn't do it. There was no way it was my fault grew back after that hideous hair cut Aunt Petunia gave me that everyone made fun of me for. There was no way it was my fault that I had somehow transported myself to the roof at the school. And there was no way that I could be blamed for the shrinkage of Dudley's hideous old sweater.

But of course, I was blamed. And got a horrible thrashing normally. Worse than most days, anyway.

The whole way to the zoo I was hoping that something wouldn't happen. But of course, I was never that lucky.

After lunch we went to the reptile house. It was cool and dark in there, with lit windows all along the walls. Behind the glass, all sorts of lizards and snakes were crawling and slithering over bits of wood and stone. Dudley and his friend, Piers, who had tagged along for Dudley's birthday party, wanted to see huge, poisonous cobras and thick, man-crushing pythons. Dudley quickly found the largest snake in the place. It could have wrapped its body twice around Uncle Vernon's car and crushed it into a trash can- but at the moment it didn't look in the mood. In fact, it was fast asleep.

Dudley stood with his nose pressed against the glass, staring at the glistening brown coils.

"Make it move," he whined at his father. Uncle Vernon tapped on the glass, but the snake didn't budge.

"Do it again," Dudley ordered. Uncle Vernon rapped the glass smartly with his knuckles, but the snake snoozed on.

"This is boring," Dudley moaned. He shuffled away.

I moved in front of the tank and looked intently at the snake. I wouldn't have been surprised if it had died from boredom itself- no company except stupid people drumming their fingers on the glass trying to disturb it all day. It was worse than having a cupboard as a bedroom all day, where the only visitor was Aunt Petunia hammering on the door to wake you up, or being hit for things that weren't even your fault; at least I got to visit the rest of the house- even if it is just for cleaning.

The snake suddenly opened it's beady eyes. Slowly, very slowly, it raised its head until its eyes were on a level with mine.

It winked.

I stared. Then looked quickly around to see if anyone was watching. They weren't. I looked back at the snake and winked, too.

The snake jerked its head toward Uncle Vernon and Dudley, then raised its eyes to the ceiling. It gave me a look that quite plainly:

"I get that all the time."

"I know," I murmured through the glass, though I wasn't sure the snake could hear me. "It must be really annoying."

The snake nodded vigorously.

"Where do you come from, anyway?" I asked.

The snake jabbed its tail at a little sign near the glass. I peered at it.

Boa Constrictor, Brazil.

"Was it nice there?"

The boa constrictor jabbed its tail at the sign again and I read on: This specimen was bred in the zoo. "Oh, I see. SO you've never been to Brazil?"

As the snake shook its head, a deafening yell behind me made the two of us jump nearly a foot in the air. "DUDLEY! ! COME AND LOOK AT THIS SNAKE! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT IT'S DOING!"

Dudley came waddling toward us as fast as he could.

"Out of the way, you," he said, pushing me so hard I fell on my backside. What came next happened so fast no one saw how it happened- one second Piers and Dudley were leaning up close to the glass, the next, they had leapt back with howls of horror.

I sat up and gasped; the glass front of the boa constrictor's tank had vanished. The great snake was uncoiling itself rapidly, slithering out onto the floor. People throughout the reptile house screamed and started running for the exits. AS the snake slid swiftly past me, I could have sworn a low hissing voice said, "Brazil, here I come…. Thanksss, amiga."

The keeper of the reptile house was in shock.

"Where did the glass go?" he kept saying.

On the way home Dudley was telling Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia how the snake had nearly bitten his leg off- as far I could have told all the snake did was playfully nip at their heels- and Piers was telling them that the snake tried to squeeze him to death. Psh…As if.

The worst part, for me anyway, was Piers calming down enough to tell them, "Isabella was talking to the snake, though. Weren't you, Isabella?"

Later that night, I was laying in my cupboard with a sprained wrist. My back, legs, stomach and back-side stung and I could feel the blood welling up from the blood and the welts and bruises swelling. This time, not only did Uncle Vernon use the belt and cane, but he used his bare hands to, smack me and punching me. I'm pretty sure he kicked me pretty hard a few time but I was probably too out of it to notice.

I was hungry, but I didn't know what time it was, therefore, I didn't want to risk leaving my cupboard to sneak some food. They left it unlocked during the day so they could get to me easier when I was in here.

I thought back to the dream that I was woken from this morning, but I couldn't remember. I assumed it was about the car crash my parents died from, but all I could remember was a great flash of green light, then nothing. I thought about that until I finally fell asleep.