AN#1: Cause my love for the two worlds needed some blending. Here's a little one shot. It is basically a rewrite of something that I wrote when I was thirteen.
Disclaimer: *Doesn't own either of the two. Wishes she did*
'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 sixty, painful, gut wrenching, years to return to forks. Only to know that his Bella had died. It was a shock that ran down his spine, his idea of a happy human life for her seeming delusional. But what brought Edward to his knees was that she had indeed married another. She had died as someone else's Bella.
Her life had been more or less a trip to hell after Edward had left. Jacob, her best friend had told him, disgust and hatred apparent in his features, that it was Edward's fault.
"You left her. Trying to be angelic much, Cullen? She found him, yes, she did. But you killed her. I hold you responsible, you demonic leach"
He had made Edward feel helpless, weak on his knees, worse than what he was already feeling.
Bella had almost given up. Then one day, she jumped off a cliff. And that's when two lives 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 hundredth time. She stirred In her sleep and finally got up
" Hey. Are you okay?"
"Who are you?", she rasped.
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. They could do magic. Its exhilarating to watch your own life take a U turn in a matter of sixty days.
Harry and Bella had turned out to be great friends. She didn't keep any secrets and the same went for him. Finally meeting a wizard after having a vampire ex boyfriend and a werewolf of a best friend, she was convinced of her abnormality.
Their friendship had blossomed. Roses and dandelions, struggling through the dirt, emerging with beautiful hues of love and happiness
He had asked her, nervous and anxious.
"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 to the edge of eternity's cliff.
"Yes" she had said only to have her feet lifted off the ground and lips crash against his.
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 moved to India for they needed the change. Her absence was deafening, reducing their home to nothing but a pile of stones.
Now all that remained in Forks was Edward Cullen, standing by the grave of the lost love if his life. The very heart, that didn't beat, that very soul that he thought didn't exist, mourned for her loss and all he could do was regret.