I don't own Twilight. That belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I don't own Harry Potter. He belongs to JK Rowling. This is my first crossover. Enjoy!
"Bella! Go get the mail!" Renee called from the kitchen, most likely cooking up another "experiment" that these days normally included liver.
I was starting to get tired of it, and Mum said it was the American in me. I guess she lost the American in her when she stepped foot in London.
"I'm getting the mail!" I called back, opening the door to our flat.
I got the mail, and I walked back inside started flipping through the letters. "Mum, bill, Mum, junk, me, Mum." I muttered under my breath, closing the door behind me. "Wait, me?" I said, dropping the rest of the mail on the kitchen table. It appeared to be important enough, and I opened the letter with trembling fingers.
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Miss Swan,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
I stopped breathing for a minute. I re-read the letter carefully. There was no way I could be a witch, and what do they mean, "await my owl"? Wouldn't they want a letter? "Mum! Come here!" I said. She took one glance at the letter, and said, "It's fake."
"Mum, it looks pretty legit."
"Witchcraft and Wizardry? You know it's fake." She said.
"I guess you're right." I said, glancing at the calendar, July 1st. I knew in the back of my mind that the school was real, but I just had to convince my mother.
"How about I make dinner?" I asked.
"Fish and Chips?" Renee replied.
"It's better than liver. And, besides, I'm 11, how many recipes can I know?" Renee sighed, and I got the ingredients out for dinner.
The next morning as I helped Mum with breakfast, there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it." Mum said, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. A few moments later there was a squeal of surprise from the door. "I bet it's Phil." I said, walking toward the door. There in the doorway to our two bedroom flat was the biggest man I had ever seen, and standing next to him was a scrawny little boy that appeared to be my age, with a lightning shaped scar on his forehead.
"I'm Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys at Hogwarts." The big guy said.
"So, it's real?" I asked, now standing next to my mother.
"Of course it's real! Your aunt was one of the best students in her day!"
"She dropped out." Mum muttered.
"You knew! That I was a… a…" I started glancing at Hagrid for help.
"A witch." He put in.
"No! Your aunt was a muggle-born! How was I supposed to know you had it in your blood too!" my mum said.
"What's muggle-born?" I asked, confused now.
"A witch or wizard born with non-magical parents." Hagrid said, when realization hit me.
"Didn't Aunt Gabriella give me blood once when I needed a transfusion as a baby?"
"Of course…" Mum said, finally putting the pieces together it.
"But, yeh were born with it in your blood Bella also." Hagrid said. It was then I noticed that Hagrid had let himself and the little boy in.
"So, I can go?" I asked.
"It's up to yer mother." Hagrid said.
"I don't want to lose you Bells. Your aunt was sure to not come back if she hadn't dropped out."
"You won't lose me. I promise." I said giving her a hug. She sighed.
"Alright. You can go." And then to Hagrid she added, "But, I can't take her to get her supplies, and we frankly don't have that much money."
"Professor Dumbledore sent me to take her and Harry over here to Diagon Alley, and yer sister left her some money, before she pretty much disappeared from the magical world. It's not too much but it'll definitely last Bella a couple o' years."
"Alright then. But, bring her back as soon as they finish shopping." Mum said glancing at Harry. I shook my head, embarrassed.
"Come on you two, then." Hagrid said, walking out the door.
"Bye, Mum!" I called, grabbing my jacket, and following Hagrid.
"This is going to be fun." I told Harry, and he nodded.
Bella's acceptance letter was quoted from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone page 55. The only differences are formatting, and replacing the Mr. Potter, with Miss Swan.
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