King Darkly: I don't understand my own brain. For one, I absolutely DESPISE Twilight. And yet, here I am, writing a crossover for it and Harry Potter. So, because I cannot get this idea out of my head, I will be writing it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Harry Potter. Do I look like Stephanie Meyer or J.K. Rowling to you? No, of course not.
Chapter One Portkey Turned Dimensional Key
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"Accio!"
The TriWizard cup flew at him. Harry held tightly onto Cedric's body, and with his free hand he caught the cup and the lurching in his stomach began. He swirled, his vision blurred, but something changed.
He hadn't realized when a spell hit the cup seconds before he caught it, forever altering the portkey's course. And suddenly, he landed hard, out of breath. He laid there for Merlin knew how long, as he slowly came to his senses.
It took him minutes to realize he wasn't at the stadium. Lifting his head, Harry was filled with dread upon noticing he wasn't anywhere near Hogwarts at all. He was in the middle of a forest, in the middle of the night.
This can't be the Forbidden Forest...
Harry struggled to stand, taking in his surroundings. No, this wasn't the familiar forest he knew of. The trees were different, the ground was softer, and the air was colder. Harry shivered, suddenly feeling exposed. He reached down to the cup, and to his horror he stared at where Cedric's body should have been.
That's impossible... I didn't let go of him...
Harry grasped the cup, but it didn't take him back.
He was stuck.
Harry held up his wand, and whispered.
"Lumos" To his surprise, a light illuminated from the tip of his wand.
Okay, great, I can still use magic.
Harry found a trail, and reluctantly, he followed it with difficulty, with his injured and bleeding ankle.
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The Cullens were having a special dinner with Bella, for their return to Forks and success of preventing Edward from revealing himself to the world as what he was. They were all enjoying themselves, all of them feeling festive and grateful for the close call.
Until Alice gasped, dropping her glass. It shattered onto the floor into tiny miniscule pieces, making everyone turn. She had the far off look in her eyes, and Carlisle quickly brought her to a table, and Jasper placed a paper and pen in front of her.
She began drawing rapidly.
"What do you see?" Edward frowned, arm snaked around Bella protectively.
"There's a...boy...he's injured...he's not from here. He's lost in the forest. He...can use magic? I think that's what that is..." She explained, as her hand worked frantically.
When she was done, there was a boy, wandering the forest. He had round glasses, wearing robes with a lightning bolt symbol on the front of his shirt. He held what they guessed was a wand that illuminated a light, and in his other hand he held a strange cup that appeared to be more of a trophy.
He was indeed injured, his pants covered in mud and torn at the ends. He was favoring one leg, and Carlisle easily guessed his ankle sustained some sort of injury. There was a large gash on his calf, which had been bleeding.
"I recognize that tree. That's close to the Blacks." Bella pointed at a particular tree that she always said had a weird face on the trunk.
"Esme, call Bill. Alice, Edward, Emmet, Rosalie, follow me. We're going to help him."
"Why can't I go?" Jasper pouted, he hated being left behind.
"How long ago did you feed?"
"Two nights ago."
"Fine, you can come. We go into the forest and spread out, but not too far. All of us are going in pairs, and send word as soon as any of you locate him."
"Can I go, too?" Bella anxiously asked, feeling pensive when all eyes were on her.
"You sure, Bella? There is a chance of danger." Carlisle inquired softly.
"And what if he gets scared being surrounded by you guys? Wouldn't be better if a human was there in case he overreacts? We don't know what his magic is capable of." She had a few points.
Carlisle considered for a moment, and he sighed when he concluded.
"Very well, stay close to Edward. You two head east. Rosalie, Emmett, search north. Jasper, Alice, search west. I will be making an appearance at Bill's and ensure them we are not trespassing, but to help someone in need."
And like that, the group dispersed. Most of them ran at high speed. Edward got into his car with Bella, and he sped off at high speed just seconds after her seatbelt clicked.
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Harry was lost. Officially lost.
He was turned around in this forest, and it was so dark if he undid his light in favor of a point me charm, he couldn't see at all. It was pitch black darkness. It was the kind to rival the Forbidden Forest on a good night when danger lurked behind every shadow.
He was desperate, and panic was starting to settle in. And still he kept walking. He had just dueled Voldemort, and lived. This shouldn't be anything as terrifying. And yet here he was, wishing he would rather take facing Voldemort over again than being lost at an unknown forest in an unknown location.
He couldn't even see the stars, the trees were so tall.
Suddenly, he heard movement. Harry stilled, petrified.
He concentrated in his hearing. And then he heard it again. It was a paw treading carefully. By the sound, it was big, bigger than Sirius in his Animagus form, which was already a big black dog. He turned very slowly, and just as he did, he caught sight of big, brown eyes of a wolf staring from the bushes.
Harry slowly backed away.
A shout nearby startled him, and suddenly Harry bolted. His light went out, and he cursed himself, wolves can still see in the dark. He held his wand out, bringing forth all his good memories, focusing on Ron and Hermione.
"Expecto Patronum!"
A luminescent stag ran alongside him.
He heard the wolf gave chase, growling as it drew near.
Harry struggled to keep a fast pace, his ankle slowed him down. At some point, he tripped, and he dropped the TriWizard cup. He quickly got back up and sprinted, his ankle searing in more pain than before. But he could barely feel it, the adrenaline coursed through his veins for the hundredth time tonight.
The wolf was almost upon him. Harry didn't have to look behind to see his stag turn and thwarted it off, using its antlers to send it flying into a tree. The wolf released a sharp yelp of pain. The stag didn't stay behind, instead opted to keep following its conjurer in case more of these giant wolves attacked.
Suddenly someone lunged at Harry from his left. He heard the rustle of leaves and sticks, and he blindly raised his wand in defense. He casted the first spell that came to mind.
"Expelliarmus!"
The figure was thrown back. Harry didn't stop to see if the figure was all right.
He zig zagged through the trees, hearing more pursuers after him. The stag charged at anyone who came too close, but it didn't need to throw anyone into the air, unlike the wolf. Harry heard shouts, but he was too panic stricken to hear them.
And then he tripped again, his already injured ankle twisted painfully. He screamed, arms thrown in front of him. Before he hit the ground arms held him up, and his ankle was free from the stupid tree root that ended the chase. Harry slumped, too exhausted.
"Easy, can you walk?" A familiar voice snapped Harry's thoughts, and he stared in horror at the person next to him.
There was no mistaking that face. Same brown hair, same face, same build. The only difference were the eyes, if Harry had enough time to calm down and process that these eyes weren't gray but yellow. But alas, he wasn't paying attention to the little details at the moment.
"No...No! This has to be a dream! You're dead! I saw you die! Let go of me!" Harry struggled, squirming to free of himself from the iron grip that held him.
The stag reared, but otherwise didn't make a move to stop others from coming closer. In his panic, Harry stunned the Cedric look alike and tried to make another run for it. He stopped short when he realized he was surrounded.
People with pale skin, bright yellow eyes, and wolves surrounded him.
His Patronus pawed the ground, imitating its conjurer's fear and anxiety. However, Harry didn't have the strength to keep it out. And the stag dissipated into thin air.
"Easy, we mean you no harm." A tall man with blonde hair stepped forward.
Harry pointed his wand at him, and the man stopped, hands in the air.
"How would I know? I was supposed to head back...And I ended up here!" Harry's voice cracked.
"Calm down, we can talk about this calmly. Your leg needs to be treated. I'm a doctor, I can see to it without having to take you to a hospital, if you wish not to go to one. Let's start out with the basics. My name is Carlisle Cullen, also known as Dr. Cullen." The man slowly made his way closer, and for every step he took towards the boy, he took a step back.
"Ow, that stung." Cedric imposter said as he gathered himself.
Harry jumped, nearly stumbling to the forest floor.
This can't be real, this can't be real...
"This is very real. And who's Cedric?" The imposter tilted his head.
"You! You're Cedric! Or...at least where I come from you were." Some rational part of Harry was slowly coming back.
"I very much doubt I died. Takes a lot to kill me. My name is Edward." He held out an arm to prevent a girl from approaching him.
"But he attacked you!"
"Not out of malice, Bella. Now stand back." His eyes flashed, and Harry caught sight of fangs.
Now I must be dreaming.
"He attacked out of fear. Can't fault a frightened fawn, now can we?" A girl spoke up, who stood beside a young man with broad shoulders and all muscles.
"Don't patronize him, please, Rosalie. That's not going to calm him any faster." Carlisle chided her, and suddenly Harry did stumble as he tried to get away from the doctor who snuck up on him.
"Easy, we don't mean any harm. How about we take you somewhere safe, and I tend to your leg? Just trust in us. We might seem scary, but we just want to help. Now if you please, put away your wand and trust us." Carlisle had a smooth voice that made it hard for Harry to resist.
"Hold on! He came into our territory! Why can't he come with us?" One of the wolves transformed into a young man.
"Yeah, I found him, first!" Another one joined, appearing younger than the other wolf.
They're werewolves. But...they're different from Lupin.
Harry kept his observation to himself. He was still rather confused.
"It was Alice who realized he was here at all." The doctor explained.
"How do we know you're not to turn him? And did she see him before Jacob found her?" The first werewolf questioned.
"When I had a vision, I didn't see any sign of Jacob. The nearest thing I saw was the tree with the odd face on the trunk." Another girl, Harry guessed to be Alice, explained.
The air was tense, and Harry felt he had stepped into a time frame two enemies where their peace treaty was strained and stretched farther than it should have. And suddenly it clicked in his head what these pale faced people were.
How in bloody hell did I get mixed up in a scuffle between werewolves and vampires?
Finally, the werewolves relented.
"Fine. Take him. Heal him. But, if he ends up one of you, we're coming after your heads."
And like that, the wolves dispersed.
A hand was offered to Harry the moment the werewolves disappeared. Feeling like he had no other choice, Harry accepted it, placing his wand in his pocket. When he stood he had no support at all from his injured leg, and he had to lean against the doctor in order to prevent himself from falling.
"Oh, I misplaced the lightning bolt. In the vision, it was on your shirt, not on your forehead." Alice commented as she drew closer, eyes instantly on his scar.
"Close enough, I guess?" Harry blinked.
"My name is Alice. Over there is Emmett, and Rosalie. That cutie there is Jasper. And the girl with Edward is Bella." The girl continued.
"So, what's your name, young man?" Carlisle attempted with light conversation.
"Harry. Harry Potter."
"I say, with that accent, you're from Britain, aren't you?" The doctor guessed.
"Er...yeah. Where are we?"
"Welcome to Forks, Washington."
Silence at first, as the information sunk in.
"I'm not familiar with the name." Harry frowned.
"You're across the pond." Edward stated rather coldly, making Harry flinch.
Remember, that's not Cedric. Not Cedric.
"Good to know." Harry gritted his teeth.
"Who is Cedric? Why do you keep thinking I'm this...Cedric?" Edward glared.
"You...you have his face. You're a spinning image of him. Except for the eyes, his eyes were gray. And he wasn't so pale." Harry found it difficult to explain, but he did so anyway, feeling his chest cave as he imagined the Hufflepuff champion.
Edward stared at him, and it confirmed Harry's theory he could read minds. He didn't know how to respond to the visual thought, seeing a different version of himself in some stranger's memory.
"Well, please don't freak out on us, but we're - " Carlisle was interrupted by a sullen Edward.
"He already knows. He guessed the moment he thought of the natural enemies to werewolves. Although, to him, werewolves look different where he came from."
"Oh, well, saves us the trouble of explaining that part."
"Shall we pick up the pace? Only one of us took a car." Jasper was getting annoyed at the slow walk.
"Of course. Oh, and Edward? Take Bella to her home. We're ending the party early. Excuse me, Harry, I'm going to have to carry you. Edward's car can't fit more than two people. We're going to be running at a fast pace back to the house." Carlisle gave only a short warning before he lifted up the short boy up bridal style and ran.
Harry held on tightly, and his stomach uneasy, this gave off the same feeling of a portkey.
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Upon entering a very nice and expensive house, Harry was placed on a bed of an unused bedroom. At the moment it was only him and Carlisle, as the man went into doctor mode. Harry was reluctant at first, but he explained everything that transpired before he ended up at the forest.
Carlisle listened attentively, nodding and making inquiries when he didn't understand a term.
Harry was sure the others were listening. He knew vampires had impressive hearing, but since ir was just him and the doctor, he found it easy to believe it was just them. Once, Carlisle's wife came in with some food, and Harry felt his stomach growl.
"Someone's hungry. Hope you enjoy." She smiled and left, leaving the tray of food at the bedside table.
"So, Harry, would you care to explain Cedric? If it's too soon, I understand."
"He was the other Hogwarts champion. His name was Cedric Diggory. And, he was honorable. He helped me a couple of times throughout the tournament. And I helped him, too. It was a mutual thing, when we're both representing the same school."
Harry placed the tray in his lap and began to devour the food. He stopped midway as he felt a heavy weight on his chest. Something was bothering him. He shouldn't be treated like this, not after surviving something so horrible. He started to feel guilty, gnawing away at his chest.
"And...it's not fair. He didn't need to die. But they killed him, without a second thought."
He was so kind. He helped me when he didn't have to. He looked out for me when we were rivals.
"They were too cruel, for ending the life of someone so young. And even worse putting you through that." Carlisle commented, choosing his words carefully.
"But now you're somewhere safe. We will try to help as best we can to get you back. So don't you worry about that."
"I don't understand. Why are you all being so nice? I...aren't I a burden?" Harry stared at his plate, shoulders slumped.
"You aren't a burden, Harry. Alice had a vision of your arrival, and you needed help. It's rare for her to see someone outside the family in peril, so we had to help. It just means you're special, in some way." Carlisle assured, almost done with the stitches.
"But...it's not fair, isn't it? I lived and...he died. I shouldn't have said we both take the cup." Harry fought back the tears.
It's not fair. Why did it have to be him?
"Harry, you couldn't have known at the time. At some point, the choices you make will have a heavy cost, whether you like it or not. The best advice I can give is to cry now. Let the tears fall, grieve for him. It's unhealthy to hold everything inside." Golden eyes were sincere, and Harry burst into tears.
Even though it wasn't in his place, Carlisle pulled the boy into a gentle hug. Harry let the tears fall, and he no longer cared if he seemed weak. It was like a dam had crumbled, and a river of emotions flowed through like a tidal wave pushed along by a powerful storm. He released all of the sorrow, the grief, and guilt, letting it all wash away with his tears.
Eventually he cried himself to sleep. Carlisle was careful as he gently moved the boy to lay in the bed. He removed the tray of food, as well as the glasses and placed them on the bedside table. And silently he took his leave, not even making a sound. The door closed behind him with a soft click, and the boy didn't even stir.
As he passed by the living room on his way to the kitchen, he caught sight of the others staring.
"So, what do you guys think of him?"
"Well, he wasn't lying when he told his story." Edward uncrossed his arms. "But...he was hiding something when he talked about Cedric. I couldn't get into his thoughts about it, when he was drowned in guilt."
"But his emotions were genuine. There was no mistaking the loss that he feels. And earlier, he felt confused and a little hopeful when he saw Edward. And to realize he wasn't Cedric crushed him." Jasper explained what he could read of the boy.
"His story is a little far fetched but...I can't deny how he was able to fight us off for being...human." Rosalie stated.
"Have you ever come across any of his kind before?" Emmett questioned.
"Can't say I have. So this means he's either from a different dimension, or this happened by pure accident and we just have to find how to contact others like him. I have a friend in Britain, I can ask him if he knows anything or can do some research there." Carlisle thought out loud.
"Until then, what do we do?" Edward scowled.
"Well, for now, since he has nowhere to go, we accept him as part of the family. Summer break has just started, so we don't have to worry about school, just yet anyway. Hopefully we don't have to worry about it, but let's plan about it just in case."
"Then let's treat him kindly, shall we? He's been through enough as it is." Esme was already feeling motherly.
Everyone nodded, but Edward was unhappy.
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King Darkly: So, here is where you lovelies get to vote whether or not Edward and Harry get together romantically, or just close friends. I honestly could see either, so I just need a little push which way to take this story.