A/N. Ok, this is something i had thought of doing a while ago, it's a two part HP/Twilight crossover fic centering on two characters i think could have been good for each other...

Disclaimer: If i owned anything, you'd be reading it printed between the flyleafs, rather than on your computer...

So, a witch and a vampire walk into a bar...

Ok. So I'm sitting in a bar in muggle London on my own drinking something the barman refers to as alco-pops. Apparently they're not very strong, which is probably a good thing given my current condition, but they taste nice and they're making me all optimistic again. God, it's been so long since I've been optimistic!

I take another sip of my pretty blue drink and think about the day I've just left in the dust. God it was great! But it was really, really, REALLY bad as well.

Let me explain. For the past six months, ever since I got out of school, I've been working at a joke shop and living at home to save up. But this wasn't just any joke shop, oh no, this was my brothers' joke shop. They started out with just one small place in Diagon Alley and now own several shops across Europe and even two in the United States. I went to work for them because they needed the extra help at the time and I needed a job. The wizarding world was in shambles. Sure, Harry had defeated Tom and saved us all, but when the rest of wizarding society was ready to pull back together to rebuild and improve what had been destroyed by Tom and his minions, Harry, Hermione and Ron decided they'd had enough. They left a note one night saying that they needed some "Time off" from all the attention they had received for being the "heroes" of the wizarding world and that they would be back when they felt that they were all ready for it. I hate them. Bloody selfish cowards. They knew how much we needed them. They left. Without so much as a "We're sorry" or a contact number. Nobody has heard from them in almost two years. They left just before I started my final year of school. They all just up and left all of their friends and family.

He left…

He left me without a final kiss, or a hug, or the courtesy of telling me he wasn't staying with me. I was distraught. It was about all I could do to get up every morning and go to class, study, and keep myself nourished. To be honest there was a time when I didn't really care. I wasn't sleeping and i rarely ate anything. It wasn't until one day that I fainted at the top of the staircase in front of the doors to the Great Hall that anybody even noticed, and of course then I became a priority, because I was that pathetic lost little girl that felt abandoned by her brother and his friends. They conveniently forgot that the main reason I was so upset was not because my brother Ron, or my best friend Hermione had left, no, the main reason was that Harry had left me. That I had loved him and he didn't have the decency to write and tell me he's not dead or captured by some of Tom's sympathisers. And now I hate him. I hate him for what he did to me. The memory of him sent me over the edge and into the water that didn't seem to have a surface I could break. I was under madam Pomfrey's care for three weeks full of potions; anti-depressants, nutrition boosters, sleeping draughts. You name it, I got it. In fact I seem to remember when she saw the effects of the anti-depressants weren't as strong she started adding sugar and caffeine to liven me up. Haha. That poor woman. She really is the best magical matron there is or ever was. When I left the school I brought her some ever-lasting sunflowers my friend Neville had helped me grow, because she always said that sunflowers in a room can really speed up the healing process…

Anyway, I was talking about my day. So I've been working with the twins in WWW (That stands for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes by the way) since I left school and at first it was great, there was nobody more fun to work for. The twins were still at a stage where they were working to build up a dynasty of greatness. They didn't want to end up as sell outs like Zonko's who constantly try to dish out the same products in different packaging and expect people to still be interested, but as time went on it became obvious to me. The twins were spiralling. All they did was work and smile and joke. They were never serious and it was just wrong. For as long as I've been their sister, the twins have talked to me, confided in me. But not anymore. I knew why as well, of course I did. It was the same reason for my break-down, but I just didn't understand how they were so affected. I would have expected the twins to have been blind with rage, but they were drowning in sorrow. I confronted them about it once, but they refused to talk. I think though, that they think their comic nature made them seem unreliable. I think they believe that that is why Ron or Harry or even Hermione didn't talk to them, because they were afraid they wouldn't take them seriously. This is another reason why I hate the so-called "Golden Trio", because they left everyone feeling guilty that they could not help, but the worst was Fred and George. I honestly think they now resent their own happiness and sense of humour because they fear they are somehow pushing their loved ones away by not constantly acting serious.

But that's beside the point. I was going to talk about how I ended up in a bar in muggle London. Well, you see, after a while, when Fred and George started opening other shops, they left the original WWW in my capable hands for managing, and sort of, disappeared off the radar. Everyone was so worried. We knew they were working, but nobody had seen them in weeks. We didn't even know if they'd seen each other, though they must have because we all know the twins cannot be separated. There is speculation that if there is enough distance between them for more than ten minutes they have built in mechanisms to pull them straight back to each other. So when I finally did see them earlier today, I sort of lost it. I asked them where they'd been, shouted at them for not being in contact, guilt tripped them for leaving all of us to worry and then, the worst of the worst, compared their disappearance with that of the trio. I think that was when the proverbial shit hit the fan. We all fought. Mostly them against me. I told them they'd changed, and not for the better and they told me I was just pissy because I think everything's about me and they told me how they always knew that Harry wouldn't want to stay with a nag like me. As soon as they said it they tried to take it back, but it was much, much too late. I told them, as calmly as I could that I quit, and to not expect to see me for a while and to tell our mother the same. I apparated straight to my room at the Burrow and with a magical flick of the wrist packed all of my things in about two seconds flat, and disapparated the hell away again. I came to muggle London because I thought there'd be the least chance of me being spotted here. And I was right. I rented the cheapest room I could find and placed some security charms on it before using a few little household charms to make it hygienic and decided to go for a walk. And my feet carried me here.

It's almost midnight now and I just heard the door open and close. I didn't see anyone get up to leave, so I guess someone must have just walked in, and all I can think is gee, you're starting late. The newcomer took the seat next to mine at the bar. He was very handsome, in a strange, quiet and broody kind of way. He had bronze coloured hair, and dangerous, golden eyes. I don't know why dangerous seems like a good description for his eyes, possibly because golden eyes aren't exactly natural or ordinary… I finally realised we were staring at each other and looked away in a vain attempt to save what was left of my dignity, but seemingly he didn't get the hint as he continued to stare. I took a sip from my drink and looked rather pointedly straight ahead, but once again, he continued to look at me. 'Well', I thought, 'there's really no point in both of us sitting alone and broody…'

"Hi, I'm Ginny…"