Disclaimer: I do not own twilight or harry potter.
This story may have some problems with spelling and grammar due to the fact I am dyslexic.
I have not read the twilight books and have only seen the first film so I may have some of the wrong facts this story is set a few years before the first book.
The harry potter side of this story is a bit AU and is set a year after the final battle.
chapter 1
Alice scowled and glared at the carpet like it was its entire fault for her having visions of her past and the pain she suffered. Her power couldn't be getting any stronger now, after all this time, could it? Or was whatever it was that was holding back her memory and her past life finally dissolving? Was she finally going to find out who she really was?
She wanted to know, really badly too. It had been in the back of her mind, always, since she first woke up after being bitten.
The latest one had been of immense pain, like she was being tortured in battery acid or struck by lightning as long as she was kept conscious. Burning pain that she had heard the others talk about: the change. It was agonizing, burning, flaming up her sides before making her feel as if she had blacked out. But there was another pain, a deep pain: betrayal, treachery, and a fire worse than the transformation. It burned everything it touched, leaving her no reprieve before it flickered and faded quickly, leaving her empty and alone. The change was nothing compared to that.
Jasper watched his best friend and love sigh as she finally rolled over in the king sized bed that they shared, pulling the large fleece blanket with bear like black dogs and trees decorating the bottom over her slim frame. When she had bought it, she couldn't help but just get it on impulse, which she almost never does when shopping. She usually plans ahead for that. But she just said it made her feel comfort like the sort you would feel from family.
He could feel the depression descending again, getting stronger and more powerful. Despite her bubbly nature, there were times when a strange sadness would wrap around and try to take hold of his little mate and made her seem extremely depressed and fragile. It was at those times that Jasper felt practically useless, because when that happened, he couldn't do anything to distract her or take away her pain. He just couldn't stand to see her suffer like that.
He walked forward, climbing into bed with her, wrapping arms around her waist. He buried his nose into her soft hair, which she had left alone that day. It was smooth and very messy. It was the reason she spiked it. It was the only way she could get rid of the messiness.
But Jasper loved it. He let his love for her wash over her, hoping to sooth as he just held her close to his body to give her comfort. This continued for a while, her steady breathes lulling him slightly. She could always do that to him, calmed him. He closed his eyes, waiting for her to come back to him and away from the memories of past pain.