A/N: I've only tried a crossover story once before, and it was about two years ago. It didn't turn out well, but I like both of these books better than either movie I used before, and I've become a much better writer since then. Constructive criticism is welcome for this, but please don't flame. There's no reason to tell me that it sucks and not tell me why-that doesn't help either of us.

This is based off of a video on youtube that I found. The creator of the video has given me permission to build off of their ideas for this story.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even the idea this time!

Edward

Edward ran through the woods, crashing through the tree branches like he'd never done before. His heart ached with what he had just done to Bella. He crouched down and stared back through the trees, trying to see her one last time. He could see her searching for him. The broken branches that seemed so obvious to him were still invisible to her. Heart cracking in two, Edward sped off through the forest, tears clouding his vision.

That had been in September. It was now February, and he hadn't really talked to anyone since about a week after that had happened. Alice had tried to get him out of his slump, but it hadn't worked. Since then, he'd been trying to track Victoria…but now he was in South America, and he had a feeling she wasn't. Not for the first time, his mind was going back up to Washington and Bella. All he wanted was to go back and be with her again. But that would destroy everything he'd worked so hard for.

Putting his head in his hands, Edward closed his eyes and imagined her face. Not the last time he'd seen her, but before…when she was smiling. Her face lighting up, laughing… Tears streaked down his face as he thought of her…maybe laughing with someone else, but even as much as that hurt, that's what he'd wanted. It would hurt worse for her to be like him…not even talking with anyone, let alone interacting normally with them.

He looked around at the dingy hotel room he'd gotten in Rio de Janeiro, just for a private place to cry. Grabbing his cell phone, he stalked out of the room, trying to wipe the tears from his face. He'd go walk around the crowded street marketplace for a bit. That might give him something to think about other than her…yeah, right.

Hermione

"Well, that's it," she said, shoving a scroll of parchment into her bookbag. "I've finally finished that new Defense essay…even I almost couldn't get enough written!" Ron stared at her, mouth almost to the floor. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"It's hard to write an essay about something you don't believe in! How am I supposed to tell Umbridge that the defensive theories are better than practical lessons when I know they're not?" Ron shrugged.

"Oh, I don't know. You're Hermione, you'll think of something," he said sarcastically, holding up his scroll. "I've only got about half written! And I'll never get it done, because all I can think about is that vampire that's living in the Forest…" Harry's head snapped up at the mention of the vampire. He spoke just as Hermione opened her mouth.

"I agree there's something weird hanging out in the woods, but I don't think it's a vampire. The stories don't sound right…people say he's looked straight at them, but he doesn't run after them. And he can go out in the sunlight, even if he apparently 'sparkles'." Hermione nodded.

"We've all read Famous Beasts and Where to Find Them and The Monster Book of Monsters. And this guy doesn't match up with what the books say." She started packing up the rest of her things, ignoring Ron's pointed glare.

"I'm going to the library. I'll see you later." Shrugging her bag's strap over her shoulder, she pushed open the portrait hole. Without even really realizing it, she ended up taking the long way around, which passed the view of the Forbidden Forest and the Shrieking Shack beyond that. Stopping for a minute, she looked out across the snow-strewn grounds and sighed. Why, she thought, am I so obsessed with these rumours about a vampire that can't possibly exist?

Edward

"Well, that was a bust," he said under his breath. He'd known it would be, but he'd tried anyways. Not the greatest idea, as he'd almost bought a scarf that he wanted to see Bella wear…then he'd remembered why he was in South America in the first place, and tears had started down his face again. Sprinting as fast as he could without attracting unnecessary attraction, he'd gotten away from the stall and had started browsing in the kitchenware section. But even that reminded him in a roundabout way of what he no longer had. Squeezing his eyes shut, he made a decision: he'd go back to Forks, just to see how she was doing. He wouldn't talk to anyone in town, he wouldn't show her he was there…he just had to see how she was doing.

Note: Right now the two perspectives are on completely different time frames. Hermione's is about a week later than Edward's. Overall, the story is set in the middle of New Moon and Order of the Phoenix. But the stories won't be very canon for very long. I hope you liked it!