Beyond Death

I don't own either Harry Potter or Twilight. I wouldn't be publishing this on a fanfiction site if I did!

I know that I should be writing my other stories but this was just screaming write me, write me! so I did.

Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1: Death

Stupid. Stupid. Idiotic, arrogant idiot! Were Harry Potters thoughts as he pulled on the chains that held him against the wall. Not just any wall, but a wall in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor. He groaned in annoyance as yet again they did not yield, there was mostly likely magic involved. He lend back and hissed, as pain erupted in his back and chest. The former from the numerous cuts, and the latter from the broken ribs which there was no doubt that he had. His right ankle and femur were also broken, so really any escape plan was mute at this point. He had no idea how long he'd been here, there was no window to mark the passage of time with, and he knew for a fact that he'd been unconscious for long periods of time.

His mind turned back to how he'd ended up here. It was immensely stupid, just days before his seventeenth birthday, days before his freedom from the Durley's forever. He'd ignored the warnings of Dumbledore, who'd told him to stay in the house until they came to collect him on his birthday. He'd had a massive argument with his uncle, and stormed out of the house. He'd gone to the park to cool down and the next thing he knew he'd been hit by a stunner, in the back, while sitting on the swing. Quite pathetic really. He supposed that he was now of age, not that it made any difference at all to his situation. Come to think about it, no one had came for hours. Maybe they were going to let him stave to death? Harry snorted then winced at the pain, no that wasn't Voldemort's style.

Suddenly his scar started hurting, he knew what that meant, Voldemort was coming. So much for being abandoned. He sat up straighter ignoring the pain from his injuries, and glared at the door waiting for Voldemort to show himself. Which he did moments later, he stood in the doorway and smirked at Harry's glare.

"Hello, Harry." He said in a voice that sounded like parceltongue but wasn't. Harry continued to glare. Voldemort moved closer to him, making his scar hurt more, but Harry ignored the pain, he was used to by now anyway. "Do you know what day it is Harry." Voldemort said pleasantly, and Harry was instantly on guard, this couldn't be good. Voldemort chuckled when Harry's sneer turned out more like a grimace.

"It's the 29th of August. Three days until Hogwarts opens it's gates." Voldemort said. He was now standing directly in front of Harry. "Would you like to go back?" He asked. Harry frowned, what was he asking? It had to be a trick. He wouldn't let me go just like that. Voldemort frowned when Harry didn't respond, and before Harry could react pressed two fingers into Harry's scar. Harry head lit up like a Christmas tree, and he had to bite his lip to stop himself from crying out from the pain.

"Would you like to go back?" Voldemort repeated in a hiss.

"Y...Yes." Harry managed to gasp though the pain. Instantly the fingers were gone along with most of the pain. Voldemort stepped back with a satisfied smirk. When he reached the door, he turned back to Harry.

"I wonder what the Light will do, when their savour is returned to them surrounded by darkness." He said and left the cell. What hell does that mean? Harry didn't have long to ponder this before someone else entered his cell.

He was in his late twenties, just under 6 foot with dusty blond hair, but most of all he was gorgeous! With his pale white flawless skin and his blood red eyes. Wait red eyes? Pale skin, red eyes. Oh crap! Was Harry's last thought before the vampire's teeth were deep in his neck. Didn't notice when the vampire left him, as by then all there was, was the deep burning his veins like a wild fire was burning him from the inside out. He understood that the burning was the venom in his veins slowly killing off his human cells, but that didn't help him cope with the pain. Distantly he could hear someone screaming and he knew that it had to be him, but he couldn't feel anything but the pain, and the odd sensation of his bones popping back into their natural positions, and fusing harder then steel. His skin, on his back, was slowly healing. The pain wasn't as bad as the crucius on it's own, but it was also worse as it was never ending. There was no sensation other then the pain, no sense of time, nothing.

The pain was starting to leave him, slowly, it retreated from his fingers and toes and slowly moved up is arms and legs. However it was replaced by ice, he couldn't feel his fingers and toes like he should they felt so cold, it could be the sudden lose of burning that made them feel that way. But part of Harry's mind knew that was not the case they were simply dead. He could move them but they were dead all the same. It should have scared him, it was a sign that when the pain left him he would be a monster, but right now he was relieved as it was also a sign that the pain was going to go away.

The pain, the fire, disappeared everywhere else and intensified around his heart like a nose. His heart was beating so hard and fast that it felt like it was trying to beat it's self out of his chest and away from the fire. But it was hopeless, pointless, it could not escape the fire or the ice. Harry's back arched, he screamed once more and his heart stopped, his breathing stopped, everything stopped. For along time he stayed where he was unable to process that the pain was gone. Well mostly gone there was still a harsh burning in the back of his throat he needed something, anything to quench the thirst. Something pushed it's self to front of his mind and with a jolt he opened his eyes as he realised exactly what he was thirsty for.

He stared at everything, it was all so clear, he could see so much better then he could even with his glasses. He was still in the same cell, as before he'd been bitten. Bitten, he froze, he was now a vampire, needed to drink.... No he wouldn't think about that now, it made the pain in his throat throb. He lifted a hand to wipe some hair from his face and heard the clink of metal. He looked down to see the manacles were still on his wrists. Well vampires were really strong, so this shouldn't be that much of a challenge. Harry gripped one of the manacles and pulled, there was a screech and soft snap, and the manacle snapped in half and fell to the ground. Harry blinked that was easier then he expected. A moment later and the other manacle joined the first on the ground, he was free.

He was just about to move towards the door, when he heard rapid footfalls. A moment later the vampire that bit him appeared in the doorway. A growl escaped Harry lips. The vampire smirked. Before Harry could attack, the vampire tossed something at him. Harry seeker instincts made him catch it without thinking. He looked down, it was his wand. Why did they give him back his wand? He looked up confused.

"Enjoy your first meal." The vampire said still smirking. "Blood" And Harry felt the familiar tug of a portkey. When he landed he only had the chance to recognise the great hall in Hogwarts before all hell broke lose.

Just to say that the only sorces of info on Twilight cames from the film and fanfiction so bare with me.

I may make fool out of my self. With this in mind it may be along time before any Twilight characters turn up, if ever. I may just stick with using the concept of vampires from Twilight.

Please review and say Yay or Nay! (Hopefully alittle more than that! Wink. Wink.)

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