An: Okeh, I've gotten a lot of requests to do this story. It seems everyone I know, with about four exceptions, absolutely LOVES Twilight. Me? Not so much. It's a decent story with really bad writing. I can't say much for my own writing since I'm biased against it but we'll just leave it at that. Anyway, Everyone I know, knows my love for Harry Potter. It's no secret to anyone. After they read a few things I wrote I started getting asked to do a Twilight fanfic. Not a fan so I said no. Then a friend asked me to do a crossover fanfic with HP since she loved both and knew I loved Harry. I said no at first but for the hell of it looked up some to see what people did with the crossover. Having realized that most HP/Twilight crossovers were Harry/Edward stories I had to consent to doing one. Harry has to have some variety in my mind.

This is a Harry Potter fanfic at heart. I couldn't bring myself to add in sparkly vampires since I believe in the traditionally ones. I think vampires that sparkle should be staked and burned. Again, just my opinion. I don't want any Twi-hards flaming me for my thoughts and views. My views and opinions will have an effect on the story so please, no flaming. The vampires WILL NOT sparkle. Got it? Yes, I will be lenient and allow them in the sun since it is required for Twilight to have worked and for my story to progress. They will have an unnatural shine to them that would give away what they are but that is all. If a vampire's skin is like marble then the skin will whiten and shine like marble in the sun, not diamonds. I can accept that. I've never written a Harry Potter or Twilight fanfic since

A. I'm not a fan of Twilight and only read the books to see what the hype is about. My opinion has already been noted on that matter.

B. I don't think Harry Potter needs any changing or variation on it. I am however taking bits and pieces of different scenarios that I think could've happened in different realities. This is after all, going to be a fanfic.

This story will contain some male/male coupling, no, not Edward and Harry. Edward is in love with Bella. That was the whole point of Twilight yes? Edward and Bella's love. If you don't like guys with guys then walk away from this now. Otherwise R&R and enjoy my first ever Harry Potter fanfic. I hope I do it justice...and Twilight too.

Sorry I ranted for awhile. I had to get this out before you went to reading the fic. It needed said in my mind.

Prologue

The old and most house of Black was built on the dead. Once every few hundred years a descendent of the Black line would have the gifted ability of the old and noble house of Black. The ability to hear, see, and with enough power, conjure the deceased. For the Black line is that of necromancers. Very few are gifted with this precious power. The power to control the dead. It is never easy. Many go insane, another tradition of the Black family. The last Necromancer born was 600 years or more ago. The legend of the necromancers was passed down but no one thought the gene was strong enough in the line still to give another so blessed...no one believed that necromancers existed anymore. Few believe they ever did.

Even the vampires of old didn't believe. Not until one family with deep secrets came into their world. It was any normal day in the small town. Well, normal except for the two new students in school. The war was done. People were lost but the world was moving on. Especially for one such wizard...

ch. 1

"Harry! Har-whoa." The bell-like voice floated over to the dark haired wizard. He looked over from the bathroom mirror to see what he considered to be his baby sister. Her normally whimsical face was in slight shock.

"New look?" Her bright blue eyes sparkled with laughter as she smiled.

"Yeah...Rem said I should probably get new school clothes. What do you think?"

"I think...you need more yellow." The small girl moved into the bathroom to brush out her long white blonde hair. Harry finished trying to tame his growing hair. It was a useless effort really but at least with the gel it looked like it was supposed to be stuck up everywhere.

"Luna it's a a white and black shirt. From...some weird named clothing line. Puta-something...Remus said Sirius wore stuff like this when he was younger. I can see why. Comfy but not...frumpy." Luna giggled and looked over at the older wizard.

"Frumpy?"

"Yes, frumpy. You know like lounge clothes that you wouldn't wear out of the house?"

"Frumpy?" Luna simply looked amused that the Gryffindor would use such a word. He was moving toward being the teen he was supposed to be. The one that Voldemort had robbed him of being.

"Do you know where this school is? Remus said we had to drive...learn to drive. Americans drive all wrong." The green eyed 18 year old smiled. Americans really did drive weird, not that either of them could drive anyway.

"Hey! You two are going to be late for school! Let's go!" A voice called from downstairs. Luna grabbed her green and orange beetle clip, putting her hair up haphazardly. The pair grabbed their coats on the way downstairs. Well, Harry grabbed his black hoodie with red and gold lining and Luna grabbed her pink raincoat with yellow flowers on them. The raincoat matched her galoshes at least. Remus was waiting at the bottom of the stairs with their backpacks.

"Let's go. Wow Luna. You look normal today." Luna looked down at herself. She supposed her outfit was normal...well, for her anyway. She had on black and white stripped leggings with matching sweater, a yellow and blue plaid skirt and her Hogwarts uniform tie. The shirt was see-through though since it was a light long sleeved wool sweater. Luna had on a yellow tank top underneath so as not to show anything.

"I wanted to blend in a little on our first day. Hogwarts had uniforms. I never had to try to wear normal clothes. Do you think it'll work?"

"Luna-bell it doesn't matter what we wear, people are going to notice us." It was something Harry had gotten used to over the years. He had to, being who he was. Boy-who-lived, chosen one, Harry bloody Potter. Well, Harry James Potter but it was such a big deal that he ended up in the spotlight constantly, much to his chagrin. Maybe things would be normal now. After all, what could be weird in a sleepy little town like Forks?

~Forks High School~

"That was weird." The lady at the office was all smitten with them. Maybe the ladies were supposed to be overly nice. That or Forks didn't get many new people in it.

"Don't worry about her Harry. She's no harm. Come on. It's time for school. Odd that we'll be in the same classes now...you do look young for your age." Harry smiled as he opened the door to one of the school buildings for his little sister.

"It's that malnutrition as a kid and I'm only a year older then you Luna. Let's see...European History first, that should be fun...we have British Literature? Luna..."

"What? I thought it would be funny to have a couple Brits in a British Literature class. Don't you?" Luna smiled her airy smile as they walked into class.

"Yeah, funny. I'm not letting you pick our classes next time. Lucky they don't have Ancient Runes or we would've been in that class."

"Divination is a better subject. It gives more insight into the world I think. Hello, we're new. I'm Luna and this is Harry." The teacher turned to look at them, apparently people weren't used to accents.

"Oh, yes of course. Find a seat please." Harry rolled his eyes as kids in the class started whispering. New shiny toys they were.

"Be nice Harry James."

"No worries, I'll be good, love." Luna giggled a little as the pair found seats in the back of class. It was already a month into school so they were going to have to play catch up. How were they supposed to know school started in August and not September?

"Here's to normal."

"Good luck Harry."

"You need it more then me Luna-bell. I can act normal."

"We shall see." Class started and with it, their new lives. The war was over and everyone was moving on...maybe they could too. The muggle world seemed more peaceful and quiet then the wizarding one did. Perhaps normal would come naturally. Harry hoped so.

An: Prologue done. R&R We shall see where the story takes us.