Not Gonna Get Us

HB; Just a little Crossover. Harry Potter type one. Rating may change. Slightly alternated eg. Fred and Remus are still alive and so are a few others. And I will not be much like Twilight, mostly Harry Potter and mostly my imagination. I'm really trying very hard not to read Twilight Saga. I really don't like the last three books. So, I'll only be trying to get the character personalities and stuff. And Edward will be more touchable. Like Juno will be able to kiss him, without him freaking or trying to kill her.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight, nor do I own the slight Buffy in this. I'm just screwing around with them. They belong to Stephanie Meyer and JK Rowling and Joss Wedon.

Pairings: EdwardXgirl!Harry and as usual…. CarlisleXEsme, EmmettXRosalie, JasperXAlice, RonXHermione

See if you can spot the Charmed reference!

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first

Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go

Your hair was long when we first met
Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed
And history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first

Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
And kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light
And he kissed me 'til the mornin' light

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first

Samson - Regina Spektor

Prologue

I never tried to think of my death. Never gave it thought. Thinking of it would be like giving up. Giving up trying to live.

I yearned to live, to finally have the life I dreamt of. Be with my friends, my family. Have my own, and when I did die, die happily with those I loved around me. But he was resurrected.

I was plagued with thoughts of my death ever since, as the death of my classmate bore itself into my mind. A boy, not much older than me, his future torn away in an instant.

More death followed, my godfather, whose death ripped a giant hole within me, one that had slowly begun to re-grow since the death of my parents. And those who died to protect me. And to repay them, I killed.

I killed fathers, sons, mothers, and daughters, in their name. But I'd be ok. As long as I had my family, my sanity I had no need for.

Then I met him. A Vampire. A Cold One. One that made me feel warm and safe. One who made me smile properly again, and wish that morning would come, but wished that it wouldn't so I could stay curled up with him, for just a bit longer.

I never had enough. I always needed him for longer than I could. I loved him. Indefinitely. And I will be with him. Forever.

Eternally His.

CHAPTER I – New Beginnings

13th August 1996

With a loud yawn, I pulled myself up, surveying my room with bleary eyes. Noticing the daylight flickering through my barely open curtains, I groaned at the thought of having to get up. Throwing my legs out of bed, I slipped my feet into my slippers, and padded out of my cluttered bedroom, within Number 4 Privet Drive. Making my way through all the clutter on the landing, I began to charge down the stairs, seeing a red haired boy crawl his way into the house.

"Ron, you're not telling me they're still there?" I asked, pausing on the bottom step, frowning.

"Yeah" Ron replied, making his way toward the kitchen. "I think they've doubled since last night. It would be easier if you just talked to them"

"You are kidding me right, brother?" I asked, following him. Ronald Weasley had been my best friend since we had first met on our way to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry six years ago, and had been my blood brother for a year now. Being an orphan and an only child, the entire Weasley's, consisting of six sons and one daughter and the two doting parents, Molly and Arthur, had become my family, and I couldn't have asked for any better. Calm, laidback Bill, outdoorsy and wild, Charlie, troublemaking twins Fred and George, law-abiding Percy, sneaky Ginny, motherly Molly, and nervous Arthur, and finally cowardly but lovable Ron. Couldn't have asked for anything more.

But something was missing. Something was always missing.

"I'd rather choke on my own tongue then talk to them" I said now, sitting on a chair at the kitchen table, watching Ron give our curly haired friend, Hermione Granger, a kiss on the cheek. One thing I didn't like about Ron.

How loved up he and Hermione were.

Hermione, our book-worm friend, from just after Halloween at out first year at Hogwarts (after we saved her from a giant mountain troll, I might add), had finally shown Ron her true feelings in our last year. Before the last battle against Lord Voldemort.

Lord Voldemort. Wizard. Murderer. Fiend. Many words described this…man. The man who had murdered my parents, Lily and James Potter, on Halloween when I was just a year old. Who, from just firing the infamous Killing Curse at me, had been rebounded upon, and the creature had hidden away, barely alive. Me, now an orphan, had been dumped upon the doorstep, this very doorstep, of my mothers sister, Petunia, a disfiguring scar shaped as lightning on my forehead, to be raised and kept safe. Safe? Please…I was never safe.

After ten years of neglect and bullying from my cousin, Dudley, I had finally received the letter announcing my participation of Hogwarts, delivered by my good friend, the half-giant, Hagrid. Since then, I had gained Ron and Hermione, the Weasleys, my godfather Sirius, who I lost over a year ago against Voldemort, and my newest guardian, Remus Lupin, and in turn, his son, my godson, Teddy.

With them at my side, I fought against Voldemort, for the last time, a few weeks ago. After destroying all of the Horcruxes, and the one within myself, I had killed Lord Voldemort. And the Wizarding world could rebuild itself.

One bad thing came from this.

Those goddamn reporters. Wanting to hear the story. My full story. Even me hiding out at my Muggle family's house had not stopped them from attempting to talk to me. Neither did the threats I sent them.

Now, I yawned, ruffling up my untidy hair, before smiling at Hermione as she passed me a plate of toast.

"It would help, J.D" she said, taking the seat in front of me, Ron in turn taking the one next to her. "It would keep them off our backs"

"I can't talk to them" I muttered, picking my toast apart. "Not yet. Probably not ever". The two of them simply watched me, before Hermione leaned forward, a serious look on her face.

"So, you want to hide from them for a little while?" she asked.

"Them. The Ministry. All of them" I replied, lowering my gaze to my demolished breakfast, my hunger immediately disappearing.

"Then," Hermione said. "I think we should hide someplace better". I looked up and stared into her deep brown eyes. "If you want to hide from magic, J.D, then we can't stop you, but we won't leave you either. We need to hide someplace far, where there is no magic, or Ministry. For a while if you want. When you've dealt, we can come home"

"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Hermione simply smiled, pulling an atlas out of nowhere. "How does America sound?"

Ron and me stared at her, then at each other, before looking back at the brunette. "Who are you, and what have you done with Hermione Granger?"

Hermione merely giggled.

God, a sign of the apocalypse.

Since when does Hermione GIGGLE?!

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"Why America again?"

"Because Ronald, it's one of the few countries in the world, that doesn't have Wizards and Witches, or any magical community, and if they do, they're not ones that have a connection to our magical community"

"Oh, ok…. So…. Arizona?"

"Too hot"

"Nebraska?"

"Too central". Ron sighed, and turned another page. He looked up at me. "J.D, where do you reckon?"

I frowned from where I was cutting vegetables for our dinner at the kitchen counter. "Somewhere…somewhere where it's isolated, quiet, and where we can go to relax, but not be both-"

"AARGH!" I jumped as Hermione screamed, and jumped onto the kitchen chair, her eyes wide, staring at something near my feet. "Rats!"

Looking down, I saw three fully-grown rats scuttling around the kitchen floor. "Yeah, they're everywhere. Don't worry about them" I explained, nonchalantly.

Hermione glared at me. "Where did they come from?"

"Ummmm" I muttered, frowning in thought looking at the vermin. "The Daily Prophet, Witch Weekly, and a random newspaper" Looking back to Ron's flabbergasted look and Hermione's glare, I continued. "I found them nosing around our garbage"

"Juno" Hermione said, sternly. "You can't Transfigure every little problem. That's what us moving is for, so change them back"

"Hey-!"

"Now!"

"You never let me have any fun" I muttered with a pout, following the rats to the open back door. Pulling the small potion vial from my back pocket, I threw it at them, and with a large puff of smoke, three reporters, a man and two women, stood there, looking distraught.

"What the hell are y'all still doing here?" I said. "You're trespassing. Go on, get!" I finished, throwing a dishcloth at them, and they Disapparated immediately. Sighing, I turned back to the others, Hermione sitting back on her chair, frowning, Ron laughing under his breath and still flicking through the book.

"So, are we telling Remus?" Hermione asked.

"Definitely" I said, continuing with the dinner. "I mean, he's gotta tell the Dursley's where we've gone. And if Dumbledore or anyone needs us, they can get in contact. We'll ignore them, but still" I added, with a smile.

"Forks?"

"No, Ron, we have enough. Anyway,-"

"No, Forks" he repeated, squinting at the atlas. "It's this tiny little town, on the coast of Washington. I mean, tiny. It's barely there". Leaning forward, I pulled the book from his hand, to see the town. On the coast of Washington, not far from Port Angeles, was a tiny town. And according to Hermione's markings and notations, only a group of shape-shifting werewolves lived there. Ones unconnected with our magical world.

I grinned at my friends. "Forks it is"

HB; First chapter. Can't think of any more to add to it. Not really that good. They will get better. First published Twilight/ Harry Potter one. I'm focusing more on the other one sadly.. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW. And ask questions if you need to.