UNCHAINED

Prologue

Sakura Hanamoto

I make no money off of this fic. All characters you recognize belong to J.K. Rowling and Stephenie Meyer respectively.

CHICAGO, ILLINOIS – 1917

Edward had Harrison pinned to the floor again. It was like this every time they wrestled. Harrison would end up on his back while Edward tickled his sides viciously and things would dissolve to a more primal activity. Edward sat back, waiting patiently for Harrison to catch his breath. Harrison curled a finger, his bright green eyes hazy with lust.

"Come here you," Harrison ordered.

"Yes, my love," Edward whispered. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Harrison's. Arms wrapped around Edward's neck and fingers curled into his hair. The kiss lasted for a few more minutes until they were forced to breath. Edward shifted his weight carefully and a shiver ran down his spine at the sound of Harrison's gasp.

"Do we have enough time?" Harrison asked, unbuckling Edward's belt and reaching into his pants. Edward glanced at the clock hanging on the wall facing them, trying to concentrate on reading it. They were on the sitting room floor in Harrison's home.

"Is ten minutes enough?" he asked Harrison.

"Should be."

Harrison pulled him back down for a rough kiss. Edward responded by pulling at the buttons on Harrison's shirt until they came undone.

XxXxXxX

Lily and James Potter arrived home at the same time. James had been at work all day, and Lily had been at a friend's house, chatting and having tea.

"Harrison? We're home!" James called through the house. His son came bouncing out of the sitting room, his messy hair flopping around his face and into his eyes. Right behind him came Edward.

"Oh, hello Edward," Lily greeted the other boy.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Potter," he said with a smile.

"How was your day boys?" James asked.

"We played ball at the park, we left though because everyone thought it wasn't fair that Edward is so tall," Harrison said in a rush. Edward noticed that Harrison was still too bubbly. His parents were going to notice.

"You're in a good mood today," Lily remarked. Harrison shrugged. Lily then turned to Edward. "Would you like to stay for dinner?" She asked.

"No thank you, my parents are expecting me home, I should go now in fact," Edward said.

"Okay then, you get home safely," James told him. Edward nodded, and the two adults walked away. Harrison immediately kissed him, rising onto his tip toes to reach.

"See you later?" Harrison asked, winking.

"Later, Beauty," Edward murmured, kissing Harrison one last time before stepping out.

XxXxXxX

Harrison slept peacefully, blissfully unaware of the events transpiring in his parents' room thanks to the silencing barrier that had been erected. He lay curled on his side, still naked from Edward's late night visit, not minding in the least as he slumbered on.

"You have become a liability Potter. Aro has decided to dispose of you and your family."

"James, what does he mean? James, answer me," Lily begged, unsure of what was happening.

"Very well, but leave my wife and son out of this," James said, rising from the bed.

A low menacing chuckle escaped the lips of the one that stood before him. His blood red eyes seemed to glow in the dark as he watched them both tremble in fear.

"I have orders to kill not only you, Potter, but your wife as well."

"What of Harrison?" James asked.

"Your son is to be turned."

"No! I won't let you! Harrison won't become a monster like you!" James roared.

"Demetri found him interesting, and I have to agree. He was most difficult to track. Your son will be an excellent addition to the Volturi. Now, it is time for you to say good-bye, James Potter."

James turned to his wife, a sad look in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry Lily. If I had known this would happen, I never would have made that deal," he said.

"James?" Lily stared at her husband. "James, what's going on, please!?"

"I'll see you soon," James whispered. He then faced the one standing before him. "Do it Mage. Make it quick."

"If only my orders were otherwise," the one named Mage said in a longing whisper. He lifted his hand and James Potter rose into the air, his arms and legs stretched out. The only sign of pain from the man was a small wince as his limbs were torn from his body. Lily screamed, hoping her son wouldn't come in. Mage watched as the blood splattered over every surface of the room. Licking his lips he moved with incredible speed and much of the blood was cleaned from the room.

"Oh God, please, save me!" Lily cried, watching the murderer. Mage licked his lips once more with an unnecessary sigh.

"I've tasted far better," he murmured. His hand once again raised and Lily was lifted from the bed. "It's your turn. Don't worry for your son; he won't remember you for many years to come."

Lily didn't even have time to react as he ripped her neck partially from her shoulders and drank every last drop of blood from her body. Her body fell lifelessly to the floor and he stepped from the room.

The doorframe and walls glowed as he left the room. Mage found Harrison's room easily enough. It smelled strongly of the boy and his lover. The door opened silently and Mage stood beside the boy's bed.

"He is beautiful, is he not?" he whispered.

"Yes. He is a strong one," a dreamy voice said. A girl who looked to be the same age as Harrison appeared by Mage's side. Her eyes were the same blood red, a sign of a recent feeding. Mage wrapped the naked boy in his blankets and lifted him up.

"I cannot help but wonder…" Mage nuzzled his nose against Harrison's neck. Harrison twitched and whispered Edward's name.

"Mage," the girl said in her soft voice, but it still had the undertones of a threat.

"Fey, have they moved on?" Mage asked. Fey looked up at the ceiling.

"No, they cannot, not now," she said. Mage nodded.

"Let's go."

Mage stepped out of the room and they left the house. No one saw them, and the only two witnesses of their presence would never be able to speak up about it ever again.

XxXxXxX

Edward opened the door and was surprised to find a police officer standing on the door step.

"Can I help you sir?" Edward asked.

"Yes, I just need to ask you and your family a few questions," the police officer said.

"Come in," Edward moved aside and let the officer enter.

"Who is it Edward?" Edward's mother asked from the kitchen.

"It's a police officer mother; he needs to ask us a few questions," Edward replied. His mother and father appeared and joined Edward and the officer in the sitting room.

"Last night there was a murder at the Potter residence," the officer began. Edward's mother gasped and Edward had to refrain from jumping up to find out about Harrison's fate. "Lily and James Potter were found in their rooms. What was left of them anyway. Their son is missing."

"Oh dear Lord, we didn't hear a thing all night. The entire neighborhood was silent last night," Edward's mother said.

"I was told the same thing by everyone else I've asked. Do you know if the son may have been responsible for his parents' deaths?" the officer asked them.

"No!"

Everyone looked at Edward. He wanted to recoil from the stares, but didn't. "Harrison would never do that. He loved his parents, he was a gentle soul, he'd never hurt a fly if he had to. There's just no way he could have killed them."

The officer nodded.

"Thank you for your time," he said, standing. "I've been told that Harrison Potter wouldn't kill by several others. I don't think he's responsible, but the fact that he's missing worries me."

Edward wanted so desperately to run out to find Harrison. But some part of him knew that Harrison was far beyond his reach now.

"Edward, are you all right son?" his father asked.

"I'm fine, just a bit of a shock," he replied, retreating from the room. His parents were willing to accept his excuse, knowing that Edward and Harrison had been close since they were small.

Edward lay upon his bed, taking no solace in his solitude. His room reminded him far too much of Harrison. The various books that belonged to the other boy stacked up on Edward's book shelf, never to be touched again. A few of Harrison's favorite records sat beside the phonograph. Even some of Harrison's clothing sat at the bottom drawers of his dresser, hidden from sight.

What would have happened, had I chosen to stay with him last night? Edward wondered idly. Harrison had pleaded for him to stay and hold him tightly through the night. It was all Harrison really wanted, was to wake up every morning with Edward beside him. Would I have died along with his parents, or would I too be missing with him?

Edward would never know the answer to those questions. They were not meant to have answers. Edward shut his eyes, bringing up memories of his beloved. He knew that no matter how many years would pass, he would never forget Harrison Potter. Nor could anyone ever hope to replace him.

He was after all, Edward's first love.

XxXxXxX

SOMEWHERE ON THE MEDITERRANEAN SEA

Harrison awoke to the gentle rocking of a ship. Opening his eyes, he took in his surroundings, quickly realizing that he was now dressed in clothes at least a size too large. He sat within the cabin of some sort of ship. There was only one other person present, a girl who sat unmoving and unblinking.

"What's going on? Where are we going?" he asked.

"We are going to Italy," she replied in a soft voice. Harrison jumped despite the lack of volume in her tone.

"Italy? Why?"

"To give you to the Royal Ones."

Harry was thoroughly confused. He had been clearly taken from his home and was now en route to Italy. The door to the cabin opened and a young man in his early twenties entered. Like the girl, his eyes were red, though his were a few shades brighter. He sat down on the bunk across from Harrison.

"Your turn Fey," he said. The girl rose and left, shutting the cabin door behind her.

Silence reigned. Harrison could feel that this man wasn't nearly as talkative as the girl, Fey. Harrison settled for studying him intently. The man stood at about six feet tall, just shy of Edward's height. He had thick black hair that sat neatly in place, unlike Harrison's mop. Harrison self-consciously attempted to flatten his hair in vain.

The man's face was perfect, there wasn't a single scar or blemish on him, and his skin tone was deathly pale. He had a flawlessly straight nose and a strong jaw line with high cheekbones. This man was nothing short of beautiful. He was long-limbed with broad shoulders.

In turn, the man studied Harrison. Even as a human, Harrison was considered beautiful. He was of average height, just short of six feet tall. He was thin, but had the glow of one that got plenty food and exercise. His jet black hair sat upon his head in a wild mess, giving him a constant look of having just rolled out of bed.

His eyes were almond shaped of the most striking green color. His nose was just the right size for his face and his lips were neither thin nor especially full. He had a slender neck that at the moment was showing quite nicely because of the size of the shirt he wore.

Mage was glad he'd just finished feeding, otherwise there was no way he would have been able to resist Harrison Potter. Finally, Harrison gave in to his need to break the silence.

"Why am I being taken to Italy?" he demanded. Mage did not answer, he had no reason to. "Answer me!" Harrison demanded. Again, Mage remained silent. Harrison sighed, whatever was happening, there was no way to stop it and he had no choice but to follow along.

XxXxXxX

FORKS, WASHINGTON – 2005

Edward sat on the sofa, glaring at Alice. The smaller vampire pretended to not notice as she bounced in her seat with barely contained excitement. Jasper watched his mate and brother curiously. Whatever Alice had seen, she wasn't sharing.

"Alice," Edward growled.

"Come on Edward, I just want it to be a surprise!" she insisted. Edward once again tried to get into her mind, only to encounter a recitation of the dictionary.

Campanula. Noun. Any of various plants of the genus…

"If it's going to be a surprise, what are you planning on telling Carlisle?" he asked. Alice had only shown him two of the three visitors they were expected to get. One male and one female. The third was still unknown to Edward because Alice was hiding the male's identity from him.

"I'm going to tell him that we're having visitors by the end of the week," Alice said confidently, her bouncing getting to the point that the springs of the cushion she sat upon squeaked in protest. Alice then turned to Jasper.

"He's quite interesting, and I just know that Edward's going to love him! Carlisle will like him too," she giggled. Edward finally gave up on trying to get information out of her. It wasn't going to happen today.

"Have you had any luck with that singer of yours Edward?" Jasper asked. Edward shook his head.

"She's determined to figure out what I am. Unfortunately, I've ended up making it easier for her to find out," Edward said.

"You did follow her to Port Angeles," Jasper said. "It can only be expected that she thinks you've taken an interest in her and wants to know more."

"Don't worry Edward, everything is going to work out," Alice reassure him. She had finally stopped bouncing and was now resting her head on Jasper's lap. Edward honestly hoped she would be right.

I know, my prologue is short, but it's the prologue, it's not supposed to be all that long. I can assure you now that the chapters will be at least twice as long as this, so don't worry.

Oh God! I've jumped on the HPxTwilight bandwagon! I don't believe it! This is my first ever crossover. It's also the first time I've dipped into the Twilight fandom. I'm going to be honest and upfront with you all right now. I own only the book Twilight, and therefore do not remember every little detail from New Moon and Eclipse. I never subjected myself to the horror of reading Breaking Dawn. So, as a result, I use wikipedia and other sources to get my source material. So if there's anything incorrect with anything I write, let me know, nicely, and I will fix it.

I hope this all turns out well, and wish me luck on this journey. It's going to be an interesting one.