Author's Note: So I was sitting around compiling a long list of possible ideas for Harry Potter/Twilight crossovers. This is one that I haven't seen yet; featuring a pairing that I believe also hasn't been done before. I've noticed the slight stagnation of original plotlines for HP/Twilight crossovers, and I hope that this helps people to start coming up with new ideas.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight. Those rights belong to J.K. Rowling and Stephenie Meyer respectively. I'm just borrowing their series, not with the intent of making a profit, but to entertain the few individuals who actually read my attempts at storytelling.

Summary: It had been a year since Harry Potter had left the British Wizarding World after it had taken everything from him. But when it seemed that he was finally getting his life together, his newfound peace is cut short when his "saving people" thing gets him turned into a vampire, and becoming a part of a vengeful woman's newborn army. There is one thing that made everything worthwhile though, and that was meeting the one meant for him, his mate – Bree Tanner.

Warning: This story contains swearing, violence, and sexual themes. If any of these offend you, then I would kindly advise that you don't go beyond this point. If you continue and get upset about this anyway, then I don't really care to know about it. You should've known better and accepted my warning. Thank you and enjoy. (As of now, this chapter has not been looked over by my beta, so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes you find.)

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Chop and Change

Chapter 1: Eyes of Tommorow

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This burning in his throat was unbearable, and the unending hunger was even worse. Never had Harry ever felt such hunger; not even during his miserable childhood, when his relatives would withhold food from him in some self-righteous belief that he deserved such treatment could compare. Growling, Harry James Potter brought a hand up to his throat and he hid his dark eyes behind pale eyelids.

It had been weeks since he had been turned, a week since he had been coherent enough to fight against the temptation of feeding with the other newborns. It has also been a few days since he last allowed himself to gorge on the blood of a helpless human.

Underneath the screams of his new instincts to feed on the nearest thing with a pulse, was a voice that demanded that he not allow himself to become more of a monster than he already was. But deep down, he knew that it was futile, especially when he was smack dab in the middle of a city. He didn't possess the ability or opportunity to get any magical solutions for his hunger, like potions or blood pops to stave off his hunger. Plus, his sire and her pet weren't going to allow him to off himself before he helped fulfill whatever plan he was created for in the first place.

No, he would eventually fall prey to the lure of human blood in their numerous bids for him to become just as submissive to their creator's wants like the other newborns.

Harry's head snapped up as the sound of small rocks falling down the small path from the opening into the room, reached his ears and his black eyes then locked onto the hesitant frame of a young girl. She was a pretty young thing, who looked to be between the ages of 15-16, with pale skin, long dark chocolate brown hair that reached her waist in perfect waves. Burning red eyes watched him intently with concern as she slowly made her way towards him. Stiffening as a scent from her came towards him, he could tell that she had very recently fed…recently as in moments ago.

Watching her carefully as she came to a crouch in front of him, he stiffened as she placed a warm hand pressed against his cheek while she stared deeply into his eyes. She bit her lip, "Harry…you really need to feed."

Coal black eyes narrowed a bit, and his lips straightened into a thin line as he seemed to instinctively lean into the hand caressing his cheek. This girl, Bree Tanner (she told him while he was being turned), had been the reason for him ending up in this mess in the first place. It had been because he had thought she was in trouble that he had ended up being turned into the creature he was now.

Digging his fingers into the dirt beneath him, "I-I'm fine," he muttered testily.

He knew what she meant by feeding, and while for some reason it bothered him to see her so concerned. There was no way that he was going to willingly take another human life. But it seemed that the decision would be taken out of his hands when the smell of freshly spilled blood hit his nose. Harry's nostrils flared and his head snapped in the direction the delicious smell came from, and a snarl leapt from his throat as his eyes landed upon three new figures in the room.

Standing near the entrance to the room was their leader Riley, and next to him was the handler of the wilder newborns, Diego. But it wasn't them who kept his interest. No, that privilege was designated for the bleeding, squirming, and screaming human that Riley held in a vice grip. The small of fresh human blood was like a Siren's call. Harry was on his feet before he even realized it, but before he stopped midway and gritted his teeth.

Black eyes watched as the human tried in vain to scoot back from him, and tried to claw at the marble-like hand of their coven's leader. Wide brown eyes switched between them all every second, but his eyes were locked on the blood flowing liberally from the man's neck. He was a middle-aged man, probably had a family somewhere. Somewhere his wife was probably wondering where her husband was, and his kids could be crying for their father. They had no idea that their father was about to become the meal of a creature that they believe only exists in legends and myths.

Venom built up in his mouth, and Harry could feel his new primal instincts sizing the squirming human up. Immediately he saw various ways that he could go about getting the blood that he wanted. First he would take down Diego before going for Riley, all the while make sure that Bree was safe before moving in on his prey. Riley was more of a concern for him than Diego, because the latter honestly didn't even register as a threat to him. He knew that he was so much faster, so much stronger than the other vampire that had taken to hanging around Bree lately; a fact that caused the venom in his mouth to turn sour.

While he didn't understand why this was, he decided to think on this a bit later.

All he knew was that he didn't like the vampire hanging around his pseudo friend in the least.

"P-Please…let me go! I have a wife and a child!"

Taking a step towards the human, Harry could feel the guilt welling up inside of him once more. He didn't want to do this, but the hunger was beyond bearable now as the venom in his mouth grew sweeter at the smell of the fear wafting off of the man. This man's life was over, and everyone in this room knew it. If Harry didn't drain him then Riley would probably set the other newborns on their location by ripping the man apart. By draining him, Harry would be giving him a more merciful death, despite the fact that he still believed he had no right to take this man's life and his actions will cause him more than a little grief.

Ignoring the man's pleas, he right up to the man and reached forward to grasp the man's face with his hand. The heat from the man's skin was shocking for a second, before his attention was brought to the man's next words.

"Please let me go! I'll bring you my wife and child! They'll be much more fitting! Just take them and let me go! No one would miss them!"

Rage like nothing else surged through him, and once again the venom in his mouth became sour.

Did this man just offer up his wife and child in order to save his own skin?

Tightening his grip a little more, he growled at the terrified sniveling of the man as he once again voiced his offer.

"C-Come on, let's make a deal! Not only can I get you my wife and child, but also my little lady on the side…she would be able to satisfy any need that you have easily! Just, please! LET ME GO!"

A sickening crunch resounded through the room as Harry's hand crushed the man's lower jaw. The human released a squealing sound from his throat, which caused the four vampires to cringe. Not wasting another moment, Harry tilted the man's head and sank his teeth into man's throat. The moment his teeth pierced his skin, tortured screams filled the air. Harry's fingers held the man still despite his hysterical struggling.

"IT BURNS! PLEASE STOP! AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Flashes of the man's life blurred past his mind's eye and the more he saw, the sourer his venom became and the more pain the man seemed to experience. The faces of this man's wife as she beat her with fists and degrading words, how she turned from a vibrant young woman into a defeated slave, and a child's frightened face as he watched everything yet could not do anything to help. A young woman's face then came, twisted with faked pleasure, and greed flashing within her blue eyes.

Yes, if there was anyone who deserved to have their life ended…it was people like this man.

Grabbing the man's neck, just as the images of everything until now came to an end. Harry ignored the weak whimper from the man, and his final plea as he snapped his neck. There was no remorse in Harry's heart as the man's body fell to the ground like a puppet whose strings were cut. Blood dripped down from his lips, and he felt the heat of the blood coursing through his body. Standing up, he wiped the blood staining his mouth with the back of his sleeve.

"Well it seems that we weren't hallucinating then…it is an interesting ability, to be able to make the humans you feed on fell either extreme pleasure or pain."

Snapping his gaze towards the smirking Riley and the slightly frowning Diego, Harry narrowed his eyes that burned a bright crimson like the others. A delicate hand fell onto his shoulder, and he turned his head to look towards Bree, who was staring into his eyes with worry. Placing a hand over hers, he nodded towards her before turning to look back at the other two vampires in the room.

"Not that I'm not thankful in some way for the meal, why did you personally bring it down?"

The smirk on the older vampire's face didn't put his growing concerns to rest, and the stiffening of the female by his side didn't help.

"She has a special interest in you, so it was by her order that I bring you up to speed about our purpose."

While raising an eyebrow at the vague message, the corners of his lips turned down. Bree's grip on his shoulder tightened.

"She?"

"Yes."

Every head turned back to the entrance where a striking image. Long, curly, brilliant orange hair framed her beautiful face. Bright blood red eyes pinned him in place with the intensity stare of interest that almost caused him to shift in place. A vicious smile blossomed on her face as she walked by Riley and Diego to stand in front of Harry. She brought a hand up to rest against Harry's cheek, "You like the other newborns have a great purpose, though you, with your ability have become a great factor in achieving my goal."

A sense of foreboding fell over the newborn, as she dropped her hand from Harry's cheek and came to stand next to Riley. "This army had been created for one purpose, and that is this."

Harry was able to grab the sweatshirt that Diego had thrown his way with no problem. But then an appetizing scent wafted into his nose, and he felt a pang of hunger. The reaction he held obviously was good, because the orange-haired woman's smirk grew even more vicious.

"You are to end the human who the sweatshirt belongs to, as painfully as possible while the rest of the army takes out the Olympic Coven."

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End of Chapter 1

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