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Another Myth to Live Through

Summary:
The Cullens, an immortal family of vampires, have protected themselves by hiding from the world. That will change forever when magic enters their lives. But what seems at first to be a new opportunity may just cause a new set of troubles. A Twilight / Harry Potter Crossover that takes place post-Breaking Dawn and during the Trio's sixth year.


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1. Beginnings

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Chapter 1: Beginnings

Bella's Point of View

After three years I could still hardly believe it.

It had been three years since Nessie, yes they finally convinced me to call her Nessie, had been born, and the rate at which she had grown was astounding. She looked as if she was eleven years old. The truly astounding part was how quickly she matured. She looked eleven, but acted as if she were a full grown adult. Even though her growth had slowed down a bit, this was why it was too dangerous to put her into a school and to let her socialize with children her "age." People would get suspicious far too quickly.

But that wasn't much of an issue, we planned on moving back to Denali in a few years when Nessie was almost fully grown, and when her maturity wouldn't seem as far out of place. Then she, along with Edward, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, and myself could enroll in the high school there. Of course, Jacob would be coming as well. There was no way he could handle being away from Nessie for any length of time, and I imagined Nessie felt the same way.

Jacob, Edward, Nessie, and I were in the living room. Jacob was playing a game of chess with Nessie, while Edward and I talked quietly. Suddenly a large green flame appeared in the fireplace, and out stepped a large man, dressed in a long robe. He had glasses, though spectacles may have been a better term for how they looked, and a long, silvery beard.

Esme, Carlisle, Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, and Alice appeared at our sides a second after the man appeared. We instinctively adopted slightly aggressive poses, and Jacob positioned Nessie so he would be able to shield her should the need arise.

The man however seemed to take no notice of this. He simply dusted himself off slightly and said, "My apologies for coming uninvited, but I thought it would be best to deliver this news in person."

Before he could continue, Carlisle asked, "Who are you?"

"My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the Headmaster at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Carlisle seemed as if he recognized the name, but before I could mention it, Edward said, "And why are you here mister Dumbledore?"

"Well, today, Renesmee has turned eleven. Not literally or mentally speaking, but physically so. As with all eleven year olds of magical descent, she is entitled a place at Hogwarts School."

"Do you mean to say, that I'm a witch? I'm already a half vampire, but a witch too?" Nessie said.

"Yes Renesmee, you are a witch. As are your mother, your father, your aunts Alice and Rosalie, your uncles Jasper, Emmett, and your grandparents."

As shocked as we were by this, we allowed him to continue.

"Now normally we do not recruit Americans to Hogwarts, but we've been in communication with American schools, and they seemed hesitant to take you on. Additionally your grandfather received an invitation a few hundred years ago, so it only seemed right to invite you all to the same place as he had been. Now I'm sure you're all very confused by this, so I shall give you a moment to think."

At this, Dumbledore pulled a small lemon drop out from a pocket in his robe, popped it in his mouth, and sat down on a couch.

"Carlisle, would you care to explain this?" Rosalie asked.

Carlisle gave a small sigh, and began, "You're all familiar with my history. You know how much of a hater of all things 'unnatural' my father was. When I was eleven, I received a letter from Hogwarts telling me that I was a wizard and inviting me to attend. Knowing that my father was likely to kill me if he ever discovered this, I replied saying that it was out of the question and destroyed the letter. I hadn't thought of it again until this day."

"So, how does that account for all of us being magical?" I asked.

"Well, I have a theory or two." He said, "Perhaps when I bit you all, I transferred the fact that I was able to do magic through my venom. I assume that the ability to do magic has something to do with your genetics, and since our genetics changed when we did, it isn't out of the question."

"And since you bit Edward, and he bit me I became a witch as well. And since Nessie is our daughter, she has magic blood because Edward was magical at the time, even though I wasn't." I said.

"Now, this is all just theories, but that's the most logical explanation I can think of."

We all turned back to Dumbledore. Nessie spoke first, "So, you're saying that we can all do magic, because my Grandfather transferred his powers to us. If we want to go to this school, what do we need to do?"

He replied, "Well, you'd have to come to Britain, of course. We can put you up with some temporary lodgings. There's a list of materials that you will need to get of course, but I'm sure that you will be able to acquire the funds."

"And will the student body be okay with the fact that we're vampires?" Alice asked.

"I believe that it would be most prudent to wait until the opportune time to tell them. Let you get established as good students, make friends, and show everyone how trustworthy you are. That should lessen the blow hopefully. I will of course have to tell the faculty."

"You said that children enter the school at age eleven, what about the rest of us?" Edward asked, "Won't it look odd for a family to enter the school, looking like they're seventeen but having no knowledge of magic?"

"I believe that if you tried, you could all pass for sixth year students. I can arrange to have you all tutored by some of our better students. You should be able to catch up. Renesmee however, should enter as a first year. We can explain her rapid growth as a side effect to an errant spell."

"And what about Esme and myself?" Carlisle asked.

"I believe that you would make a fine addition to our Hospital Wing Carlisle, and our Muggle Studies professor has just retired, so we are looking for a replacement. I'm sure that members of the faculty would be willing to help train you both as well."

Suddenly, Jacob spoke, "What about me? There's no way I can go without seeing Nessie for nine months out of a year. I couldn't handle it."

Dumbledore laughed quietly to himself and said, "Worry not. Though you are not able to do magic, we do have a werewolf on staff who I am sure would love to meet you. Additionally, if you want to, we are going to be offering a new class that teaches of the history of different magical races. Werewolves, vampires, centaurs and the like. You'll need to, as the kids say, study up so you can teach effectively, but we will pay you a fair wage and provide you all the benefits we provide any other teacher."

Dumbledore stood up, and handed each of us a sealed envelope. "I'm sure you all have much to think about and discuss. I'll take my leave now. The envelopes have all the information you will need."

With that, he took some powder out of his pocket, threw it into the fireplace, yelled, "My office!" and disappeared in a flash of green fire.

"Well," Carlisle said, "Shall we move this in to the Dining Room?"

We moved the dining room which we kept furnished half for the show, and half for times like this and sat down.

Edward was the first to speak, "I'm not sure if this is a good idea. Nessie isn't used to being around so many humans and in such close proximity. She's still young and might not be able to handle it. Then again, any of us might not be able to handle it."

"I'll be able to handle it." Nessie replied, "Dad, you treat me like a five year old, but you said it yourself, I might as well be an adult when it comes to maturity. Doesn't that include self-control?"

"I think it's a great idea." I said, "It would give Nessie a chance to be around other people, and eventually, we could be around people that know us for what we are and accept us. This could be an opening for letting the world know that we exist, and that not all vampires are like the ones that they read about."

"Plus, how cool would it be to be able to do magic? We would be able to move stuff with our minds and such." Emmett chimed in.

Edward didn't seem swayed, but Nessie said, "Dad, please. I want to go. It sounds like it would be a lot of fun. Plus you and Mom would be there, and we'd all be learning new things."

Edward seemed willing to relent. He was such a softie when it came to Nessie. We all were honestly.

"I think we should put it down to a vote." Carlisle said, "Everyone that wants to go to Hogwarts and learn magic, raise your hand."

One by one, everyone raised their hands.

"It's decided then. The letter says that we should take a plane to London. They will send someone to meet us at the airport."

The next morning, we had everything packed and were on our way to the airport. As usual, we drew a lot of attention from people who weren't used to us being around. We boarded the plane, and settled in for a long flight. After about four hours and three time zones, we landed, and waited in the terminal for our flight to London.

The second flight was equally uneventful, but twice as long. We landed in London around four in the morning local time. As we got off the plane, a severe looking woman, dressed in a robe much like Dumbledore's, approached us.

"Hello," she greeted us, "I am Professor McGonagall. I teach Transfiguration at Hogwarts School. Professor Dumbledore sent me to help get you situated with lodgings and your school supplies. If you will follow me."

We collected our bags and followed her. She led us down a few blocks, and into a small, abandoned building. The building ended up being an old broken down house. She walked into the living room.

"This," she sad, holding out a jar of what looked like ashes, "Is floo powder. Simply throw some into a fireplace, say the location you would like to go to, and you'll be sent there."

"This must be how Dumbledore got to our house." Jasper said.

"Now, we are going to the Leaky Cauldron. From there we will go into Diagon Alley so you can purchase your supplies." I'll go first, and the rest of you will follow."

I noticed how McGonagall didn't ask us to follow, simply said that we would. She seemed very no nonsense.

We all used the floo system to go to the Leaky Cauldron. It was quite an experience. It felt like you were spinning rapidly and moving upwards at massive speed, but you never got dizzy.

McGonagall was waiting for us. She led us out of the Leaky Cauldron to the back. It was quite dark outside, the clouds above made it look as if it was going to rain at any moment. She tapped on a wall a few times with a stick. Suddenly, the wall began moving out of the way, and we saw a road with stores and buildings going down each side.

"Whoa," We all said in almost perfect unison.

Professor McGonagall led us to exchange our money for Wizarding currency, a bunch of small metal coins. She then led us to a shop called "Ollivanders."

It was very dark inside Ollivanders. There was what looked like bookcases stacked with small rectangular boxes. Suddenly, a short man appeared out of almost no where. "Oh hello, Minerva. I see you've brought some new students with you?"

"Yes I have. They're transfers from an American school, but they need new wands, they lost theirs in a very unfortunate accident."

"Ah..." the short man said. He rummaged around and picked up a small tape measure. He began measuring every inch of each of our bodies. He then began rummaging around in the boxes, until he came back with one for each of us.

He came to me first. He opened up the box and inside was a small stick. I assumed that it was a wand.

"Give it a wave." he prompted.

I picked up the wand, and waved it. Suddenly all the windows behind me exploded. I ducked quickly and tucked the wand back into the box.

"Definitely not." The short man said. He grabbed another box, and another. Each wand he gave me had a similar catastrophic effect.

Finally, on about the tenth try, I waved the wand, and a strange warming sensation went through my arm.

"Perfect." The short man said, "I'll wrap that up for you."

The same process was repeated for the rest of my family, though no one else had to try ten wands to find the right one. We paid for our wands, and then left.

We spent the rest of the day traveling around Diagon Alley purchasing various supplies: Potion ingredients, quills, ink, parchment, and more. At around two o' clock, we had finished and returned to the Leaky Cauldron.

When we finished, McGonagall said, "Well, that is all that you will need for your year of school. I have arranged your rooms with Tom, the proprietor so you can stay here until the year begins. I hope to see you all in Gryffindor this year. Goodbye."

We bade her farewell, and she disappeared with a pop.

"I have got to learn how to do that." Emmett said, "Imagine how easy it would be to pull pranks on people if you could just disappear like that."

We laughed at Emmett's comment, to which he replied "What's so funny?" which just made us laugh harder. We left the pub, and went back into Diagon Alley. We split up, and Edward and I walked down the street. We ended up going to Fortescue's a small ice cream shop. We didn't eat any, but it was fun to people watch.

On our way back to the Cauldron, we passed by a broom supplies store. I wondered why brooms were so important in the wizarding world. Surely they didn't fly like they did in the fairytales. Nothing I had known about vampires turned out to be true. Just as I was thinking that, I heard someone comment on how the Firebolt was the fastest broom ever made, and how it could fly higher than any other could.

Edward and I continued walking and were back in the Leaky Cauldron before long. I sat with Nessie and Jacob, and Edward started talking with Jasper and Emmett. Apparently there was some sort of sport played on brooms called Quidditch. Jasper had asked one of the people he met about it. They were debating whether or not to buy brooms so they could play, and finally decided to do so first thing tomorrow.

Eventually, Nessie got tired and went up to bed, and we followed suit, knowing that it would look odd to passerby if we sat around all night.