SyltherSara
The world had ended for her once before -shattered in a blaze of green light and a final, defiant stand. She'd been Harry Potter then, the Girl Who Lived, the Chosen One, a witch forged in fire and loss. But death, it seemed, was not the end. The universe had a strange way of rewriting stories, and hers was no exception.
When her eyes fluttered open again, it wasn't to the cold stone of Hogwarts or the echo remnants of a prophecy. It was to the damp, misty air of Forks, Washington, and a name that felt foreign on her tongue: Helen Lily Swan. Reborn as the twin sister of Isabella Swan, Helen carried the weight of two lives-one etched in magic, the other tangled in the quiet chaos of a small town hiding secrets deeper than the forests that surrounded it. She was still a witch, her power simmering beneath her skin. But this world was different. It wasn't just vampires and werewolves that prowled the edges of her new reality-it was something more primal, something that called to her in a way magic never had.
Paul Lahote was a storm wrapped in human flesh, a wolf bound by instinct and fury. The moment their eyes locked across the rain-soaked reservation, the world tilted.
Imprinting, they called it-a bond unbreakable, a thread tied by fate itself. For Paul, it was everything. For Helen, it was a complication. She hadn't fought Voldemort, survived a war, and clawed her way back to life just to be tethered again. Yet, there was no denying the pull, the heat that flared in her chest when he was near, and the way her magic seemed to hum in his presence.
Bella's arrival created its own complications by drawing the attention of the Cullens. Helen was no stranger to monsters, but these ones glittered in the sunlight and drank blood instead of souls. And then there were the wolves-Paul's pack-fierce, loyal, and tied to her in ways she had yet to solve. And she was no damsel, no pawn in someone else's story. She was Helen Swan, and this time, she'd write her own ending.