Hi everyone. I've been away for a while, and I'm not sure how long I'll be back for. I've been having a hard time writing anything lately, and I haven't been feeling confident over my writing. I'm sorry for leaving you all high and dry.

So this was something I hadn't planned. This was a story that popped into my head a while back, and despite how people view Twilight, personally, I have nothing against it. I was introduced to it by a friend, and I'm glad I was. I like the mythos behind the universe, and I found myself caring for a number of the characters. Carlisle, Rosalie, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Edythe (The Female Edward).

Let me know what you all think of this. Whether I should continue with it, or not.

I hope you enjoy.

A Harry Potter in the Twilight Universe Story

Liquid Gold

Chapter 1

Bella Swan could feel the lump in her throat growing. If she tried to speak, she feared her words would come out as nothing more than gibberish. Her heart was beating a hundred miles an hour. She feared her ribs were going to break, and for any vampire, it must have sounded like a homing signal.

It felt like an eternity since she last visited the meadow, but what welcomed her was not the heavenly image she hoped for. Gone was the carpet of soft grass, colourful daisies, phlox and Olympic violets. Instead, all that welcomed her was the image of dead grass, long dried up after the harsh winter Washington experienced. Gone was the ethereal light that escaped through the clouds, showering her and her beloved Edward in a shower of gold and yellow. Now, the grey skies were all that remained, hiding the sun behind a perpetual dull carpet.

"No, no."

She sank to her knees, and her fingers entwined with the dead grass. Gone was the warmth of the earth. All that remained was the sharp chill of the wind, biting at her skin. It wasn't supposed to be like this. This meadow, this wonderful place. It was meant to endure anything. This meadow was her special place. The place she shared with Edward. This was where he laid himself bare to her, sharing his long-kept secret about his true nature, and the nature of his family.

This meadow was a symbol of their love.

Was their love as dead as she dreaded? She held onto hope that Edward would come back to her. Deep down, she was hoping this was all a dream or a nightmare. She wanted to wake up, to rid herself of the lonely emotions she'd been feeling since her birthday.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. The voice in her head, the voice that belonged to Edward, it told her to go to the meadow. She thought that, just maybe, he was telling her to go there so they could reunite. For Edward to tell her what a mistake he'd made, and how sorry he was for the pain he caused her.

Bella had looked forward to feeling his arms around her again. Feeling his cold, marble-like skin touching her own warm, soft body.

They were supposed to be together forever. She was meant to join his family, and share in their immortality.

She pressed her forehead to the ground, stifling a sob from escaping her mouth. Her trek had been for nothing.

"Bella."

The voice was no more than a whisper, but she caught it in the wind. For the briefest of moments, excitement filled her body. "Edward!" However, when she picked herself off the ground and looked across the meadow, it wasn't Edward who stood before her. "Laurent?"

Laurent. The vampire that helped them months ago, when James had chosen her as his next victim. He had no reason, or motive to help them, but chose to help them all the same. The last time Bella heard that name, Carlisle had told her that he'd sent Laurant to Denali, Alaska, to meet with their extended family. Laurent had expressed a desire to learn how to curb his lust for human blood with the animal blood diet, and Carlisle had been grateful enough to help him. He stood across the field from Bella, but in the briefest of moments, his figure blurred. Suddenly, he was stood no more than 10 yards from her.

"I didn't expect to find you here. I went to visit the Cullens, but the house was empty," He told her, beginning to circle around her, playing with one of the dark braids in his hair, "I'm surprised they left you here. Weren't you a pet of theirs?"

She could sense the humour in his voice, and noticed his red eyes. The trip to Alaska to learn about the vegetarian diet obviously hadn't been successful. "Yeah, you could say that."

He stopped walking, "Do they visit often? I was hoping to see them again."

'Lie,' Edward's voice told her.

"Absolutely. They visit all the time."

'Lie better.'

Bella bit her lip, "I'll tell them you stopped by when I see them next. You should know, Edward, he can be protective." It didn't sound convincing, the tremble of her voice and the way she moved her hands proving her guilt.

Laurent let a cheeky smile grace his face and started circling her again. "Vampires can be protective of what they possess, this is true. However, Edward is not here right now, is he? He's far away, with the rest of his family."

Out of reflex, or fear, she took a step back. He could see right through her lies.

"Why are you here? I thought you joined the coven in Alaska."

The humour left his face, and Laurent adopted an apologetic look, "I did for a time, but the nature of vampires was too strong for me to resist. The animal blood was different, but not satisfying enough for me to make the change permanently. It was a pity. The Denalis were welcoming, and Irina was a wonderful teacher. I know I hurt her when I chose to leave. It was regrettable."

Bella had heard that name before. Irina was one of the Cullens cousins, along with Tanya and Kate. She didn't know much about them, but she was aware they were old, older than even Carlisle, who was born in the 1600s. Tanya, the leader of the coven, had feelings for Edward since the day they met and pursued those feelings more than once. Edward, however, never reciprocated, and strictly kept their relationship as nothing more than extended family. She wondered if they would meet one day, but now, Bella knew it was likely never going to happen.

"You didn't answer my question."

Laurent's red eyes stared into her own, and Bella could see the hesitation in his eyes, "I'm here as a favour to Victoria."

Dread welled up in her stomach.

Victoria

She knew that name. It was the name of the red-haired vampire she'd met with James and Laurent back during the baseball game between the Cullens. Victoria hadn't spoken a single word during their initial encounter, but Bella had seen her as both beautiful, and dangerous, like all other vampires. She was subservient to James, staying close to him during their meeting, and later discovered from Edward that she and James had been mates. She hadn't seen Victoria since then, and the Cullens assured her she had likely moved on.

Laurent took a step towards her, noticing her frozen look, "Victoria wanted to know if you were still under the protection of the Cullens. Victoria feels that it's only fair to kill Edward's mate since he killed hers. An eye for an eye."

Her mouth went dry, as icy fear started flowing through her veins. She tried to control her breathing, but that was hard to do when discovering one of the most dangerous creatures on the planet wants you dead.

'Threaten him, Bella.' The voice told her.

Bella did as the voice told her. "Edward would know who did it. He'd come after you. They all would."

Once again, Laurent didn't look convinced. The dark-skinned vampire shook his head, his mouth forming a loose smirk. "I don't think he will. After all, how much could you mean to him, if he left you here? All alone and unprotected."

He sighed, and looked down at the ground, his shoe scraping against the dirt, "Victoria will not be happy when I tell her that I killed you."

Bella gasped and took another step back. It felt like Laurent's red eyes were staring deep into her soul, hunger and lust filling his entire being. His lips were curving up, and Bella could visualise the venom building up in his mouth, like a hungry lion preying upon a gazelle.

His features changed again, resembling an animal before they go for the kill, "You're so mouthwatering. I can't help but wonder what you taste like." His words were low and came out little more than a whisper. Yet, Bella had caught it and stumbled back in panic.

Maybe it was her imagination, but the bite mark on her wrist she received from James started to feel hot. She wanted to itch it and make the sensation go away, but couldn't bring herself to take her eyes off Laurent. She could feel her body shake, from her toes, all the way up to her head. Not from the cold, but from the potential of being Laurent's meal and victim.

She turned to her next option, bargaining. "Please don't! I can help you find the Cullens. I can-"

"Ssshhh!" In the blink of an eye, Laurent crossed the distance between them. He was inches from her face, his body leaning over her. His hands were next to her head, palms facing her. She knew if he wanted to, he could snap her neck and drain her blood before she realised what happened.

'At least it would be quick.'

Laurent tried to appear apologetic, "I'm doing you a kindness, Bella. Victoria told me her plans for you, and how she plans to make you suffer. Victoria is vindictive and cruel. She had lived a long time, longer than James and I. She knows how to hurt you in ways you can only imagine. I can spare you that torture," He stroked her chin with his thumb, leaning his face next to her ear, "Whereas I will do it quickly, and painless. I promise."

She could hear Laurent let out a low hiss, and maybe it was her imagination, but she could have sworn there was a small trace of sympathy in his voice. "You won't feel a thing."

Laurent reared back and brought his hand up.

Bella could do nothing. She couldn't fight him off, and she couldn't run away. She tried to bargain with him, and that hadn't worked. She tried to lie to him, and he saw through her lies. She went as far as threatening him, and he had laughed at her attempt.

When James had cornered her in Phoenix, she had held some semblance of hope, believing Edward and his family were on the way to save her. Now though, she knew that wasn't the case. Edward wasn't coming. His family wasn't coming. She was alone.

'At least Jacob isn't here.' If he had come with her like originally planned, then Laurent would have killed him without hesitation. Now, she was glad he'd separated himself from her and joined Sam Uley's gang. At least, it meant he wasn't here, about to become a vampire's meal. The guilt of getting her childhood friend killed would have been too much to bear.

Her thoughts turned to Charlie, and a whimper escaped her mouth. He'd been forced to put up with so much in the last couple of months. He tried to help her as best as he could, and she saw how it much it hurt him to see what little effect it had. She hated that her way of paying him back was going and getting herself killed. He would struggle, and so would her Mom. At the very least, her Mom had Phil to fall back on, and Charlie had the town of Forks. Billy would stay by his side and help pick up the pieces.

She closed her eyes. She didn't want the last thing she saw to be the lustful, hungry eyes of her killer. Instead, she pictured the liquid golden eyes of the person she loved the most. She didn't know if there was an afterlife, but maybe, just maybe, they would be reunited if fate willed it so.

"Edward, I love you."

She waited for the swing that would end her life.

And she waited.

And she waited.

And when the impact never came, she started to wonder what was taking so long.

'This is taking a really long time. I thought he said he was going to be quick.'

Despite her best judgement, she cracked an eye open.

Laurent was still in front of her, his arm still raised up, preparing to take her head off with one mighty swing. His eyes were moving, but a strangled sound came out his mouth. His entire body was stuck in the same pose, and when he didn't move, the realisation hit her. She gasped, "Are you stuck?"

He let out another strangled gasp, and his eyes widened marginally at something standing off to the side.

The next thing Bella knew, the cracking of lightning shot through the meadow, and Bella watched mesmerized as a red streak of energy bolted past her. It collided with Laurent and sent the vampire flying meters away from her. Pieces of his body broke away from his body, and Bella could see a leg and pieces of his torso scatter across the dead grass.

The next thing she heard was a pop, and suddenly she wasn't alone.

"Are you okay?"

She stumbled over her own feet, and fell to the ground, looking up at her would-be saviour. The first thing she noticed was the accent in his voice. 'British?' She wondered and took in his appearance.

He didn't look much older than her. He was 19, maybe 20, with messy black hair and piercing green eyes, which Bella felt herself getting lost in. He was taller than Edward but shy of Emmett by an inch. He wore a jumper two sizes too big, but it looked comfortable to wear. A backpack was slung over his shoulder, and she noticed he didn't appear bothered by the cold weather. He was handsome, in a roguish kind of way, but his handsome image was spoilt by the two thick scars that ran from his throat, before stopping beneath his left eye. On his forehead was another scar, shaped oddly like a lightning bolt.

She scrambled on the ground, "W-Who are you!? What did you just do!?" She asked, noticing a stick in his right hand, pointing towards Laurent.

He glanced down and checked her for injuries. When he saw she didn't have any injuries, he took a couple of steps towards Laurent, and said, "Someone who just saved your life."

Suddenly, sparks shot out of the tip of the stick, and Bella watched in amazement as a jet of fire shot out. She watched amazed as the jet slithered through the air, as if the fire was a snake, and engulfed the body of Laurent. She could feel the heat from the blaze licking at her skin, counteracting the cold weather from nipping her.

Bella watched, and when she realised Laurent wasn't getting back up, the realisation hit her, "Laurent is dead. You actually killed a vampire."

The mysterious man looked at her in surprise. "You know about vampires?" Bella didn't answer back, but she did nod her head, "You know about the magical world then? Are you a witch?"

Bella couldn't suspend her disbelief and didn't register him calling her a witch, "Magical world? That was magic? Is that what that was?"

The man cursed, muttering something under his breath. Bella wanted to ask another question, but her words died in her throat when she saw the man point his stick at her face.

"This is for the best. Obliviate!" The tip of the wand lit up with a white light, and Bella couldn't look away. It looked pretty.

When nothing happened, she looked up at her saviour. A frown was on his face, which got deeper after every second. His grip tightened on the stick and saw the visible strain on his forehead. When a minute had passed, he lowered his wand, looking at her in curiosity. "I can't erase your memories. That's never happened before."

Her eyes widened. She jumped up, about to question why he would do such a thing. However, in typical Bella fashion, she tripped over her feet in the process and ended up being caught in his arms.

He was warm, and the smell of coffee and pastries lingered on his clothing.

"Careful. You must b-"

He stopped, and Bella noticed he was taking long sniffs of the air. He turned his head to the right of them, and she saw him staring out across the meadow. She followed his gaze, staring at the dense brush as something big started pushing its way into the clearing. She let out another gasp, and to her surprise, felt the young man's arms tighten his grip on her.

An enormous black furred wolf emerged from the brush, bigger than any wolf she'd seen. It was as tall as a horse but thicker, and despite the distance between them, she could see the sharp-ivory teeth in its jaw. Behind the wolf, Bella watched amazed as four more wolfs, all large in their own right, and covered in a variety of brown, grey, silver and black fur. They snapped their jaws at the air, tongues licking their teeth.

They looked towards the fire, where the remains of Laurent continued to burn away, and snarled in its direction. Then they turned to look at them, and Bella felt her hero tense when they zeroed in on him. "They must have been drawn in by the scent of the vampire," He whispered, "or they noticed mine."

They could hear the growls from across the meadow, and Bella noticed one of the larger wolves, the one with the brown fur, begin edging towards them. The black furred one, the leader if she had to guess, nipped at the brown one's shoulder. The wolf stopped advancing, but the snarls only got louder.

"We need to go." Bella looked up at him and noticed the calm smile on his face. "Have you ever rode on one of those roller coasters that make you go upside down?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"That's good because this will feel strange."

Her mind flooded with questions, but she had to ask the most important one first, "What do you mean? Just who are you?" Bella whispered.

He looked hesitant to answer and kept glancing between her and the wolves, who were making their way over to them. Steadily, they started picking up the pace, until the wolves resembled large blurs, moving faster than anything Bella had seen. Despite their size, they were fast.

"Time to go. Remember, hold on tight," He warned, to which Bella just nodded her head as quickly as she could, "And my name is Harry."

Bella opened her mouth to speak but didn't get the chance as she and Harry suddenly disappeared from the meadow in a swirl of light. A loud pop echoed through the meadow, catching the wolves off-guard, and causing them to stare in confusion.

If I continue with this story, I'd love to have a beta for this story. Ideally, someone who knows both universes. Not to mention, I could use someone to bounce ideas around if this continues.

Thanks, guys.

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