Twilight vs. Harry Potter
Getting ready for another baseball game, Edward Cullen was stepping in the woods when he smelled blood. Human blood.
Cautious, he sniffed the air, while trying to hear any thoughts. The scent was human, all right, but it had a slight twinge to it. And the thoughts were completely unrelated, thinking about "muggles" and nonsense words.
As he crept closer, the person came into view. Wearing long, heavy black robes and clutching a mismatched stick in his hand, this person struck a rather imposing figure. Suddenly, it whirled around.
"Stupefy!" it shouted, causing a bolt of red light to explode from the end of the stick. That set Edward off. With superhuman speed, he twisted away from the bright ribbon and ran screaming back to the Cullen's house, the stranger in pursuit on a broomstick.
He arrived a few minutes before the stranger. Talking super fast, he conveyed his story to the rest of the family, and much slower, to Bella. When it did arrive, Carlisle opened the door, followed by Emmett, who grabbed the unsuspecting person's hands, confiscating the stick. Immediately, the questioning began.
"Who are you?"
"I'M REPORTING YOU TO THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC!"
"Who are you?"
"THIS IS AGAINST CONDUCT TOWARDS WIZARDS!"
"WHO ARE YOU?"
"WHY SHOULD I TELL YOU?"
"BECAUSE WE'RE GOING TO SERIOUSLY HURT YOU IF YOU DON'T!"
Panting, the stranger stopped struggling. "Who are you?"
"Answer our question first!"
A pause, then, "Neville Longbottom."
"No, he's not," observed Edward. "He's a wizard, and he thinks we're Muggles, even though I don't know what that is. His name's Harry Potter."
"Muggles are non-magic people," Alice put in. "Apparently, they're also racists. Also, if he doesn't change his mind, he's going to try to get to the stick, or his wand in 5…4…3…2…see?"
For Harry had just made a frantic dive toward the stick. Emmett caught him in half dive, and returned him to his hands. Now Harry was positively bewildered. These people were obviously not magical, but seemed to have the ability to overpower him.
Then a cloaked, green-skinned man with a large, disfigured nose suddenly appeared in the middle of the room. "So, Potter," he crooned, "Have you gotten yourself into more trouble?"
"NO!" Harry yelled, and dived for his wand yet again. This time, he grabbed it, and the two wizards immediately began to shoot lights out of the wands. Then Jasper got the better hand. The dueling people ceased dueling, and instead began chatting animatedly. "Have you watched the Quidditch World Cup yet?" the green-skinned one asked.
"Of course! And I CAN'T BELIEVE how easily Bulgaria won!"
"Well, the fact that I had jinxed the Irish brooms to produce mayhem had another thing to do with it."