Hello everyone! Welcome to "Diary of a Sparkly Hufflepuff", my first Harry Potter/Twilight crossover! Really, I hate Twilight...
This is the diary of Edward Cullen. Or Cedric. Call him what you wish.
I do not own Harry Potter (that honor goes to J.K. Rowling) or the Twilight series (that...goes to Stephanie Meyer).
First chapter is dedicated to RandomAwesomer101, who basically told me to publish this.
Dear Diary,
I am a MAN! I should not be calling this a diary. Lemme start over...
Dear Journal,
Nah, too boring.
Dear Book...what the hell?
Wazzup homie?
...I am so sleep deprived.
To whom it may concern,
Too formal. Yuck. Also makes it sound like I'm dying. Um, no thank you.
Dear Fag,
Hm. I guess that works.
Dear Fag,
My name is Edward Cullen. You've probably heard of me. How could you not? Wait you're a book. Anyway, I've had a lovely lady publish four astounding books. All. About. Me.
Well, and Bella.
Bella Swan (well I guess she's an official "Cullen" now) is my wife. We have a beautiful daughter, Renesmee. There was this huge fiasco about her and we almost had a war over her. Fun, right?
I am currently on official vampire business in Scotland.
Oh yeah. I'm a vampire. Slipped my mind. Again. Being over 100 will do that to ya. Just saying.
Anyway, yeah, I'm in Scotland. I can't say what I'm supposed to do because it's all very hush-hush at the moment. So I can't say that I'm looking for more vampire clans to take down the Volturi. Nope, can't say it.
Wait...fuck.
HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT THAT'S A HUGE-ASS CASTLE.
Ok...shit...my heart nearly started beating again...a huge...HUGE castle just popped up outta nowhere! What the fuck? I'm gonna go check it out because I'm stu—cool like that. I'm cool like that.
Here's hoping I don't die...again. Wait, am I alive or dead? Am I undead? Or a glittery alive thingymajigger?
Meh, who cares.
Short chapter, I'm boring, review!