Hi everyone, and welcome to my new story. This is a Twilight/Harry Potter crossover, starting at The Philospher's Stone. I have plans to write through them all, although, it may take a while. This story is completely pre-written but at this point I will be posting every fortnight to give my beta time to work through each long chapter. I am currently halfway through my version of The Chamber of Secrets, and I can't wait to be able to share that one with you either.
I want to thank Pienuniek for all of her hard work, being my sounding board and helping work through all of the many, many ideas we've had for these stories. In fact we have PAGES of discussions on those very ideas. I also want to thank Sally Hopkinson for coming on board to help beta this monstrous project and Fran Walsh for pointing me in her direction.
Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer, and Harry Potter to J.K. Rowling, no copyright is intended.
I'll let you get to it, see you at the bottom.
Under Her Spell
Book One
Edward Masen in: Meeting My Destiny
Written by Bubbleybear, Cleaned up by Pienuniek
Prelude
Disoriented, I landed in a large room. The air felt damp; the space lit by a greenish light. To my left, a curtain of blazing yellow and blue flames made leaving impossible. This had all the hallmarks of being deep underground.
I was glad I recognized that I was only a passenger on the tides of her dreams since the scene before me was very unpleasant. I wouldn't want to be part of it, considering what I just found, or what had found me.
I looked into the cavernous room and saw the professor stand before the mirror. The young man behind him spoke, "I'm not surprised to see you here, Professor."
The turbaned man swirled around, his robes billowing. At first, fear was the only discernible emotion on his face until it dissolved into a sly smirk of determination.
I knew I couldn't do anything, doomed to watch this farce play out. If at all possible, this situation needed to be prevented.
"What are you doing here?" the professor asked.
The young man snorted. "Did you really think that nobody here knew what you were up to? Tell me, Professor, how is your master?"
The professor froze; he paled before he snapped his fingers, causing ropes to appear from thin air. They bound the young man until he was wrapped from shoulders to ankles in the magical cords. When the professor was certain he was adequately restrained, he said, "How do you know about my master?"
"I've watched you all year, Professor; you dearly underestimated how observant we students can be. Did he tell you we nearly caught him in the forbidden forest, feeding from unicorns? Did you know you've been condemned for that act alone?"
"Lies, all lies," a second voice hissed in a whisper to the professor.
"YOU LIE!" he shouted in reflex.
"No, no, I don't. When your puppet master isn't with you, you're more confident, showing that it was an act. You were even so dumb as to let the troll in on Halloween; knowing you can manipulate them made Dumbledore suddenly pay a lot more attention to you, too," the young man finished.
"ENOUGH! I've had enough of this. I need to concentrate on the mirror … It's the key …"
I was sucked out of her dream with a gasp. I had to make sure this would never come to pass.
If only that were a possibility.
Because when she dreamed it, it was a certainty.
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