Title: Edward Cullen and the Spy Operation
Disclaimer: This story is based entirely on the story J.K. Rowling and Stephanie Meyer have written. They own all of the characters, ideas, credit and copyright. This story is made simply for enjoyment and no money is being made from this. No offence intended. No copyright infringement intended.
Warnings: Crossover
Pairings: Cedric/Cho, Harry/Ginny
Summary: Edward Cullen is a resurrected vampire and spy for Hogwarts.
Author's Note: I am very new to writing fanfiction, and constructive criticism and suggestions are welcome. I have quite a few stories I'm working on, most of them Drarry-related. If you're a Drarry shipper, take the time to check out some of my other works and tell me what you think.
"This will be the last time you'll ever see me, it will be as if I never existed." Edward Cullen said. Isabella Swan closed her eyes, and when she opened them, Edward was gone.
Edward ran away from Bella as fast he could. He took the next flight from Forks to England, and arrived in London by the following day. From there he went to King's Cross station, arriving at around eleven o'clock. Edward ran through the barrier dividing platforms nine and ten, and found himself on Platform Nine and Three Quarters. The scarlet steam engine was there, waiting patiently to take him back to Hogwarts, his home.
Edward smiled to himself. He climbed aboard the train, and with a piercing whistle it was speeding back to Hogwarts. As the train sped past the countryside, Edward found himself thinking about his past once again…
He used to be a normal kid in the wizarding world. His name then was Cedric Diggory. His parents loved him, and he loved them. He went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to learn magic when he was eleven, just like every other kid in the wizarding world. Life was simple and easy back then. But during his sixth year at Hogwarts, everything went horribly wrong, and he found his world turned upside down. That was the year the Triwizard Tournament was to be held at Hogwarts.
Cedric had been popular, smart, and admired. He had also been a bit of a daredevil, and he couldn't resist trying his luck at entering the Triwizard Tournament. At first, everything had seemed fine. He had gotten through the first two tasks without too much difficulty. But he made a grave mistake during the third task, and that was to be tempted by the prospect of fame, wealth and glory. If he had not grabbed the Triwizard Cup together with Harry Potter, and gotten transported to a desolate graveyard where Lord Voldemort was waiting, he might be in a better position now. The Dark Lord had only wanted to kill Harry Potter, and Cedric had been inconveniently in the way, and so Voldemort had murdered him.
What happened next, Cedric wasn't sure, it had all been a painful blur. But one thing was certain: he had not been killed. All he remembered was waking up from a deep sleep, and when he did, he had found a few changes in his appearance and daily habits. He had become deathly pale, and his eyes were a deep blood red. But worst of all, he wanted blood. He had become a vampire.
Cedric had been unable to accept the fact that he was a vampire. So he began searching for clues to prove he wasn't one. He went out into the sun and, after a few moments, realized with joy that he didn't sparkle under the sun. That meant there was still a chance he wasn't a vampire. Clinging to that hope, he hurried back to Hogwarts and sought out Professor Dumbledore.
His hopes were dashed, however, when Dumbledore told him that he was, indeed, a vampire. "Then why don't I sparkle?" Cedric had demanded. Dumbledore had merely smiled and said gently, "My dear boy, not all vampires sparkle. Only those made up by lame writers do." Cedric had been devastated to learn that he was now a blood-sucking fiend, unwelcome in either the Muggle or wizarding world. Dumbeldore had comforted him, and offered him a job only vampires would be able to undertake, and that was to find hidden wizarding talents from around the world.
Since Cedric was a vampire, he would be able to scare Muggles into releasing some of their magical potential, and send them to Hogwarts to receive proper magical education. Cedric had scraped out about twenty hidden wizarding talents throughout the world, and Isabella Swan had been his latest assignment.
The Hogwarts Express gave an involuntary lurch, and Edward was thrust back into the present. After a few more hours, the train rumbled to a stop at Hogsmeade station, he could just make out the indistinct shapes of people waiting on the platform. He got off the train, and was immediately pulled into the midst of a bear hug by his brothers Emmett and Jasper. "Edward! You're back!" His sister Alice squealed excitedly. His other sister Rosalie gave him a nod of acknowledgment, while his parents Carlisle and Esme hugged him. His 'family' wasn't really his family; they were just other victims Voldemort had murdered that had, like him, turned into vampires instead of dying. They always came along with him on his assignments.
"Any luck?" Carlisle asked. "No," Edward sighed, "She's obviously just a Muggle. She can't have a single drop of magic inside her. Even when I told her I was leaving and I would never come back, she just stood there and stared at me. Most people, magical or not, would have some kind of angry reaction or outburst, but not her. She's hopeless."
"Do you know what this means?" Alice asked. "We wasted all that glitter making you sparkle in front of her to try and get some magic out of her." Everyone laughed and started walking towards Hogwarts, their real home.