I don't own Twilight or Harry Potter... but gosh, I wish I did!

PROLOGUE

I would like to say, firstly, that this is a simple crossover of the Twilight and Harry Potter worlds. What you need to know is:

The reason Lord Voldemort was in Godric's Hollow that fateful Halloween was not to kill Harry Potter. Who is Harry Potter? There was a certain object of Gryffindor's that Voldy wanted to obtain as a …trophy. What was this, you ask? Well, I'm not going to tell you, because that would spoil the freakin' story. SO THERE. However, after this trophy was… obtained, Voldy went to other countries, seeking allies, for thirteen years. THIRTEEN. So he was thought dead. BUT HE WASN'T. And, the summer of the thirteenth year, he returned. MWAHAHAHAH.

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ADAM

My eyes opened slowly, though I had no idea as to why they were closed in the first place. I had no reason to blink in the last three-plus centuries other than to blend in with the human community—the mortals I envied. I didn't envy their ability to die: no, that was why I brought this upon me. I envied that they weren't animals by nature.

Well, some of them, at least.

I surveyed the room around me. It was ill-lit, and I was lying on cold tile. In the corner there was a small chair; hanging from the ceiling was one of those lights like what you'd see in an interrogation scene of a movie.

How had I gotten here? And why was it that I couldn't remember the last century and a half?

Closing my eyes, I listened. My gift, as most of my kind did have one, was that I would hear the thoughts of anyone I had contact with. It was often compared to Aro's gift, of the Volturi, but I could only hear the thoughts as they were processed currently through the mind. So, if you shake my hand, I'll hear your thoughts for the rest of eternity. Yet I can't hear past thoughts, as Aro could.

But… I couldn't hear anything. Even in 1812, which I could remember, I'd had a strong connection with my nomad partner, Nichole. I'd met a coven in the Amazon, another in Ireland, and a nomad trio. Heck, I'd even shaken the hand of Alec of the Volturi guard! But I couldn't hear any of them. None.

Interrupting my pondering, my enhanced senses heard whispers behind the wall to my left as I sat up.

"Look…"" is he awake?""... go in, go in!"

A door I felt rather stupid for not noticing opened, and in stepped a man with pale blonde hair to about his shoulders. He walked with quite the overdose of pride in his step, wearing black clothes and a long black cloak. I stood at ready, so he wouldn't have the advantage.

"Hello, Mr. White," he greeted me. Funny, how the pride in his step was reflected in his voice. He stood about three feet in front of me, looking me in the eyes with a poker face. I returned the look and fought back a hiss, remaining silent. Seeing he wasn't getting a response, he continued: "I am Lucious Malfoy, and would like to welcome you to Golders Green." He motioned a hand around the room. "You are in the cellar of what was once a noble manor, but is now an abandoned mansion on a hill."

My narrowed eyes were still the only communication I would allow.

"I know you must be wondering as to why you do not recall the last 150 years, or why you cannot hear a soul." He smirked. "It's a simple potion that we drugged you with; so that your recent past and your powers won't interfere with our plans."

The beaches drugged me, eh?! Well. This man should be extremely happy that I was a diehard vegetarian. Who would care if you lost that reputation, Adam? I asked myself. Ha. Who would?