A/N: And I'm back again to upload a recent writing assignment! This story will be a series of vignettes of various Harry Potter crossovers. Het and slash are possible, ratings are unpredictable, and mindless insanity is unavoidable. The first few chapters will involve Twilight (as per my paper topic). Later on, I would like to branch into other novels, tv shows, video games, and even anime. This first chapter is rather short, but I hope that I can inspire someone out there with my little fics—because everyone knows you just can't have enough crossovers.
I. Witness
The war was over, Voldemort was dead, the Light side had won, and Harry Potter's newfound sense of freedom lasted—oh, about forty-eight hours before it all went to hell in a handbasket. He should have been graduating from Hogwarts with his friends; he should have been playing international Quidditch or enrolling in the Auror Academy; he should have been exchanging marital vows with Ginny Weasley; he should have been welcoming two or three children into the world, and then seeing them off to school eleven years later; he should have lived happily ever after as recompense for sixteen bloody years as a neglected orphan and Death Eater target.
He should not have been traipsing through North American a century and a half later, following a supernatural sense of "wrongness" toward the upper west coast. Harry did not appreciate interference in his quiet (and unfortunately immortal) retirement. He usually traveled in the opposite direction of his gift's warning, but—this time—an extra itch between his shoulder blades urged him forward. It was just as well that Harry decided to stop in Nevada for a quick drink on his third day out. An old acquaintance (and perhaps his only friend in this life), found Harry and asked that he bear witness to a hybrid child before the Volturi.
"A hybrid?" Harry repeated dubiously.
And an exclamation over the Volturi was better left unsaid.
Harry was extremely reluctant to get involved, but a glimmer of his old human nature (that darn "saving-people-thing") persuaded him otherwise. It didn't help that Carlisle Cullen wielded grandfatherly disappointment like Albus Dumbledore reincarnate.
At least Harry didn't expect to die this time.
I won't hold my breath on reviews for this, but I hope you guys will keep reading! And if anyone has a drabble/vignette suggestion, I might try it out.