So this is my first attempt at a Harry Potter-Twilight crossover, but I promise I will try and make it good, and not cheesy, and I know that's hard because Twilight is just automatically cheesy, but it makes for a really good crossover I think, so anyhow, I'll try my best to make it work!
The Folly of Man
The Folly of Man
"I'm pretty sure we're lost," Hermione said, looking around her. It was true, Harry had no idea where they were. They were surrounded by huge evergreens and oaks, and everything was wet and green. In fact, it felt as if even the air around the Golden Trio was full of water. There was a thin veil of fog that hung in the air, making it hard to see. Ron stepped forward a bit.
"Hermione, you're the one that Disapparated," he said, holding his wand up higher, trying to shine some more light. Hermione narrowed her arms and crossed her arms. "Yes, Ronald, this is all my fault. Excuse me for making one little miscalculation," she spat. Harry held up his hand. "Enough. We need to figure out exactly where we are, and then try and find a way back to London. Nobody expected us to be gone for this long," he said, walking further through the thick foliage of trees.
Harry held his wand out in front of him, ready to stun anyone who crossed him. He looked down at the moist, spongy ground and saw lots of leaves and tree roots. They were deep in a forest, somewhere mountainous, Harry could only guess. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been travelling all around Britain, on a little tour celebrating the ten-year anniversary of the end of the Second Wizarding War. They were supposed to be in London right now for a celebratory party, but instead they were roaming the forests of some godforsaken land.
It seemed to Harry that the three hiked for hours, with the incline getting steadily steeper, and the air becoming thinner. "Why can't we just Apparate away from here?" Ron whined, his face shining with sweat and fatigue. Hermione trekked past him. "Because Ron, who knows how far away we are by now. It'll be better to just find some people. In fact, I think I see lights up ahead," she pointed out, shining her wand northwest. Harry followed the beam of light and saw what Hermione did. Four squares of yellow light. "Come on," he said, taking a deep breath and trying to walk a little faster.
Twenty minutes later, the clan came up on a house. A very modernistic house, that seemed very out of place. A shiny Volvo was parked outside, and Harry saw that it wasn't the same kind of car that he was used to. The steering wheel was on the wrong side. And the license plate was on the back but not the front. He looked closer, and saw the name of the state. "Washington," he murmured, and then it slowly dawned on him. He swiveled and found Hermione. "Hermione," he said, his eyes widening. "I think we're in America," he said. Hermione's eyes popped, and she rushed over and examined the car and license plate herself.
Hermione swallowed and nervously looked up at Harry. "How is that even possible?" she asked. Ron, who was a bit slower, caught up, out of breath, and gazed at Harry and Hermione. "What's a matter?" he asked, a stitch in his side. "Ron," Harry said. "We're in America," Ron had a similar reaction to Hermione.
"What're we going to do? We technically aren't even allowed here! Don't magical American folk have different rules and customs than we do? Aren't we supposed to go through them to get into the country? How could we just appear? They're going to find us for sure, and I'v heard that American witches and wizards can be pretty blunt, and," But Hermione cut Ron's babbling off.
"They have a nationwide Apparition-detecting shield. The Apparition registry is international and universal. They know who we are. If they're going to come find us, it'll be in peace," she assured. Ron didn't looked convinced, but he averted his attention to the large house in front of them, from which no sound could be heard. "Should we see if anyone's home?" Harry suggested, walking up the porch. Hermione shrugged her shoulders and followed him. "I don't have any better ideas," she muttered. Ron followed, dragging his feet.
Harry gazed around him once more, and then knocked thrice. He had a strange feeling about this place. It took a while for anyone to answer, and Harry had begun to suspect that this was a holiday home or something when the door swung open and Harry about fainted. Hermione gasped, throwing her hands over her mouth.
Because the person, no, the angel that was standing in front of him was too beautiful to be real. With striking white skin, golden eyes, and perfect blonde hair, this person was a goddess, so flawless there must be something wrong with her. Except there wasn't. She was the epitome of beauty, and Harry couldn't remember how to speak. Ron was having the same reaction, only Hermione kept her senses.
She stepped in front of Harry, pushing him out of the way while he stared dreamily on. "I'm sorry to interrupt you, but me and my friends got lost on a hiking trip and ended up here. We were wondering if you could provide us with some directions back to town," she said quite smoothly. Harry noticed, only slightly because he was focusing most of his attention on the gorgeous woman in front him, that Hermione was standing a little bit straighter, and her hand was wrapping around her wand, which was hidden underneath her sweater.
The woman glanced at Harry and Ron, and then looked back at Hermione. "Of course. One moment, please," she said, her voice ringing like a bell. As the woman turned around, Harry caught a whiff of her scent, and he felt himself moving closer, entranced by the smell. However, at that moment, the door swung shut, and Harry returned to his senses.
Hermione turned around slowly, her eyes wide and for some strange reason, fearful. "What was that?" Ron asked, swaying a bit on his feet. Harry turned back to Hermione for an explanation, because there was no way that magic wasn't involved with that perfect person. Hermione swallowed, wringing her hands. Before she spoke, the quickly spun around and casted the Muffliato charm. She turned back around, tense.
"That, boys, was an American vampire. I studied them a bit when I went back to school. They're different than British vampires," she began. She peeked through the window to make sure the supposed vampire wasn't returning, and continued. "They aren't monitored by the Wizarding community, and in fact, I'm not even sure most vampires know about witches and wizards. They're designed differently than British vampires, in that they have entrancing physical features on top of super-human strength, sight, and hearing to help draw in prey. They're very few in number, and they are nomadic. Except for two clans," Hermione checked the window again. The 'vampire' was taking her time coming back.
Hermione sped up a bit, however. Harry listened with rapt attention, curious beyond belief and wishing he had gone back to Hogwarts with Hermione. He needed to know as much as he could about these American vampires. "There are two clans known to history that have more than three or four vampires, and not only that, they are vegetarians. They drink only animal blood, and have been known to interact and even participate in human societies. One of them lives up in Alask, and they're the Denalis, the others live in Forks, Washington, and their names are the Cullens, which reminds me," Hermione stopped suddenly, and quickly waved her wand. Harry felt no different.
"What was that?" he asked. Hermione looked a bit worried. "Um, a thought-protection enchantment. I read that some American vampires have special gifts, including mind-reading, so I just needed to protect us against them," she said. "Wait," Ron interrupted, holding up his hand. "Are you saying that we're more powerful than vampires with super-human abilities and gorgeous bodies?" he asked. Hermione raised her eyebrows at her.
"Of course we are, Ronald," she said, as if it were obvious. Thankfully, Hermione seemed finished with her speech, and with good timing too, because the door reopened, and this time there was another vampire with the blonde-haired one. He looked much the same, with the same pale white skin, butterscotch eyes, only he had untidy bronze-colored hair and a more masculine physique. Harry noticed Hermione's stance falter a bit. He also noticed that the bronze-haired one had a bit of a confused, if not painful look about him. Even the blonde-haired one looked a bit worried.
"Hello," the bronze-haired one said. "My sister, Rosalie, has informed me that you three are in need of directions back to Forks, correct?" he said, his voice smooth like velvet. Hermione, who tried to maintain her composure, nodded. The boy smiled a dazzling smile, and stepped aside. "Please, I invite you all to come inside," he said. Harry followed Hermione, with Ron trailing behind, and looked around in awe at the magnificent house. It was so not-British, Harry felt he was in a completely different world.
"Please," the boy said, passing Harry and leading the way. Harry tried hard not to breathe in the boy's scent. He led them into a large living room, with one wall being entirely glass and looking out to a bubbling stream. The boy and the girl, Rosalie, sat down on the leather couches, and the three followed suit. Harry felt strangely uneasy suddenly. He wasn't sure how he felt being inside a house that was inhabited by vampires.
American vampires, for that.