Cross over.
One shot.
Harry Potter and Twilight.
'Isabella potter'
With us one moment,
Taken the next.
Gone to her maker,
Gone to her rest'
Thats what her grave said.
Sixty long years. It had taken him 60 years to return to forks. Only to know that HIS Bella had died and that too as some other man's Bella.
Her life had been more or less hell after Edward had left. Jake, bella's best friend had told Edward with disgust written all over his face.
" You left her. She found him. Still its you who killed her I hold you responsible Edward Cullen".
He had made Edward feel worser than what he was already feeling.
Bella had almost given up. Then one day, she jumped off a cliff. And thats when two lifes changed.
#_#_#
Harry James Potter had never seen such a beauty. She stood at the edge of a cliff. Arms crossed, he had kept staring at her. And when recovered, she had already plunged into the unsafe and deep waters.
'shit'
Oh.. The wand.
" Besquesambosqe" He muttered and the beauty resurfaced.
Relief washed over Harry. He carried her to his tent nearby. His friends Ron and Hermoine had been worried All the time and had finally gone to sleep after Harry Asking them nearly the 100th TiMe. She stirred In her sleep and had finally got up
" Hey. Are you okay?"
" Who are you?", the chiming voice said.
Harry gave a, second thought before extending his hand
" Hello, I'm Harry Potter"
" Isabella Swan. Call me Bella"
Bella croaked a response. Had managed to atleast. The blue eyes that had been staring at her for a while could never take the place of the pair of golden honey ones. Yet they could be thought about. She shook hand and there it was, a tinge of electricitY jolt run through. And looked up at him.
His expression said it all.
#_#_#
Two months. Its amazing seeing your life change in just two months!
Harry and Bella had turned out to be great friends. Bella didn't keep any secrets and same went for harry. Finally meeting a wizard after having a vampire ex and werewolf best friend, she was convinced of her abnormallity. Soon the friendship had evolved.
He had asked her, nervous and worried.
" Isabella Swan, I promise to love you every moment, would you please do me the honour of being my wife?"
Yes or no. One word. A single word can hold your life on a cliff.
"Yes" she had said only to have her feet lifted off the ground and lips crash against hers.
The marriage had been wonderful. So was the honeymoon.
They had 3 children. 2 boys named Eric and James and a girl named Lilly.
Happiness is what it was for the next 35 years untill Bella's cancer completely ravaged her. She died. Harry and the grown up kids of his and Bella moved to India for a completely different environment.
Now all that remained in Forks was Edward Cullen, standing by the grave of the lost love if his life.
Regretting.