Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J. K. Rowling and Twilight is owned by Stephanie Meyer. This is purely written for entertainment and gives me zero profit.
Hey Readers,
The following is my version of Harry Potter meets Twilight. I hope you like future slash so if you don't like please don't bother reading further. However if you do finish chapter one I'd appreciate it if you let me know what you think.
Thanks all and enjoy.
It's been over a month since Harry defeated Lord Voldemort at the battle of Hogwarts. He always thought that if he was alive by the end of it, that things would settle down for him and his friends. Instead Voldemort's remaining followers fled and have been using hit and run tactics to keep the fear going through the magical community. Harry seems to be their favourite target, doing their best to avenge their master. In the last two days alone Harry had been stabbed in his thigh with a jagged knife, poisoned and the victim of the cruciatus curse whereas Hermione had taken a stinging hex to the stomach and Ron almost lost his arm a blasting curse. Since the defeat of Voldemort they've been on the run thanks to the assistance of the remaining members of the order, however the death eaters even though low in numbers seemed to always know what they were planning. They've taken to move hideouts every night. Harry wanted to fight back, after all he didn't risk everything at the final battle to now go into hiding but the order and the few good aurors refused his wish. He was a symbol now, he couldn't die.
Currently they were in a small abandoned wooden-cottage in Wales. From the outside it looked a bit like a two-storey version of Hagrid's hut back at Hogwarts, except judging from the large holes in the side of the house it looks like no one's lived here in a while. Harry knew that Hermione hated it from the moment she walked in, he watched in silent amusement as her nose scrunched up seeing the rotting floor boards, the rickety old staircase and what sounded like rats running around. They were starting to get used to each home not being permanent and even Harry knew it was better than most places they've been in so even if Hermione was not loving it, it wouldn't be forever. She pursed her lips and walked into the living room dragging her bag with her, reminding Harry strongly of his Aunt Petunia. Harry grabbed their backpacks and headed up the staircase. Harry was clutching the hand rail nervously as the steps groaned with each step. When he got to the landing he noticed that it was just the one room with one bed in the middle of it. Harry crossed the room and placed their bags near the bed with a sigh. The one small room wasn't a big deal for them, since being on the run they'd taken to everyone sleeping in the same room anyway. The idea was that if they were attacked during the night, they'd have a better chance of surviving rather than being separated and being picked off one by one. It didn't matter to Harry if he slept in the same room as everyone else; after all throughout Hogwarts he'd shared a dormitory with half a dozen other guys and it seemed like a sound enough plan.
Harry opened his backpack and put his arm all the way in searching for a book. Hermione had thankfully used the undetectable extension charm on Ron and his bags now all of Harry's belongings fit perfectly in his small black backpack he found at Grimmauld Place. Finally feeling his hands brush a leather book with markings on it he pulled it out, he couldn't help but smile when it saw it. He opened the yellowed leather cover with a sigh. It was a gift from the Gryffindors at the end of his sixth year before he left to go hunting around for horcruxes. He knew then that he wasn't coming back and was shocked that most of the Gryffindor tower knew he wouldn't return and wanted to give him something. Harry turned the thick pages taking in the pictures over his years at Hogwarts, the Quidditch matches, all of the friends from Gryffindor smiling back at him. He felt his heart grow heavy at some of the faces, so many innocent people died at the battle. Colin Creevy, the one who'd taken most of these pictures, was killed right in front of Harry. He'd just run into the courtyard amidst all the chaos and turned his head just as Rabastan Lestrange used the killing curse on him.
"Potter!" a strong female voice screamed out. Harry sighed and closed the book and placed it carefully back in his bag before going downstairs. As he went back down the staircase, the middle step groaned heavily making him flinch; he hoped it wouldn't give way underneath him. He walked into the living room and stared around at his travelling companions. Ron and Hermione were standing together in the corner talking quietly while a short fat witch took the only seat in the room.
"You screamed, Macmillian." Harry said sarcastically. He couldn't help but smirk as the old witch in the worn chair glared up at him. While her shrill voice tended to get on his nerves he was glad that she was here, when McGonagall was looking for protectors for them she was the first to volunteer. Harry knew this was her way of repaying him back for saving her nephews' life during the battle. Harry didn't need or want her to risk her life for him after all enough people had died for him. Besides Ernie was a friend of Harry's they were in the same year at Hogwarts, of course he was going to save him.
"We need to work out a plan." she said stiffly. "I will not have what happened at our last safe house happen again!" Harry lowered his head as he thought back to what happened to their other protector. Sturgis Podmore who had fought in both the first and second war had gone to patrol the outside of their latest hideout; they never knew what happened exactly however they found his body on the roof covered in deep cuts. Harry could still see his body; looked more like he was attacked by some animal and then thrown off a cliff the way his bones jutted out at wrong angles. Macmillian had wanted to leave immediately however Harry and Hermione refused, he'd risked his life for them and he deserved more than to be left in a heap, in the middle of nowhere. Macmillian ground her teeth in defiance, she hated being corrected. Harry knew that because in her eyes they were still kids, it probably didn't help matters at all. They quickly fixed him up the best they could, they didn't want his family to see him like that. In their memories he would always be a hero and that's what they wanted them to feel not a victim of the death eaters.
"Agreed." Hermione croaked from the corner. Harry knew that even now she was picturing Podmore's body and what those evil, horrific people did to him.
"How long can we stay here this time?" Ron asked running his hand through his long vibrant hair. Since they've been on the run, they haven't really been able to keep themselves looking presentable. Ron's face was a little dusty and his once shaggy hair had almost reached his shoulder. Hermione had offered to cut it for him; however after seeing what she'd done to Harry he pointedly refused. Harry couldn't see what was so wrong; it looked as it always did. Hermione on the other hand hadn't changed much except that each safe house didn't have showers or baths she wasn't able to wash her hair properly. It now hung loosely down her back, while on one hand it had lost its sheen at least for her sake it wasn't so wild and fuzzy anymore. Harry was extremely relieved that Hermione knew some cleaning spells for them (shame it didn't work properly on hair), otherwise they would have smelled rather bad by now.
"Maybe a day or so...that's it Weasley." Macmillian said tapping the end of the armrest impatiently. Harry watched her fascinated; it was like he could see the gears turn in her head. He always imagined that each time her eyes went back and forth it was almost as if you could see the gears turning inside. Harry never said this out loud even just to Ron and Hermione because he really didn't want Macmillian to overhear. Though she'd sworn to protect them, she had an intense anger problem. "We'll be safe for the moment at any rate, Granger can you go round and magically seal every nook and cranny you can find then prepare the wards I taught you...err Weasley go help." she said staring at them until they got up and began to prepare. Once they were out of sight she turned her eyes back to Harry. "Potter, we need to talk privately." Harry stared at her, since joining up over a month ago she'd been extremely open about what they had to do to survive. Now it seems like she sent his best friends away mainly because she didn't want them to overhear her. Taking his stare and silent response to mean continue she began. "I think we might have to relocate overseas."
Harry stared gobsmacked at the elderly witch. "W…what are you talking about?" Harry said biting the side of his cheek trying to keep his anger under control. Out of all the plans he expected her to say; relocate which basically was running away to Harry was her next best idea.
"Potter." she said quietly. "We don't really have much of a choice…they seem to know ahead of time where we hide. If we don't leave within a day they will find us... they always find us." She said added the last few words with bitterness. Harry couldn't disagree with her they'd had some close calls with death eaters.
"Besides this 'Plan B' was from McGonagall, we talked about some things before we first left Hogwarts to hide." Harry just wanted all of this hiding and fighting to be over, Dumbledore had always said that once Voldemort was defeated that was it however instead it just seems to get worse and worse. "We'll send each of you to different safe houses overseas, then after a few months and if everything calms down, we'll bring you all back to England together." She finished.
Harry knew that he was the main one being targeted so this might be the way to save his friends. They'd done enough to protect and help him they didn't deserve to be hunted by dangerous weirdos like dogs. After all since being on the run they never had much time to grieve for the people they'd lost in the war, particularly Ron. Harry's heart broke when he thought back to the Weasleys. They had to leave Hogwarts so quickly that they never got a chance to say goodbye, they were the closest thing Harry had ever felt to a family. Now because of him and this stupid war, they'd lost family members - 'because of him' he added angrily. The Weasley family had lost Ginny and Percy and instead of being together and trying to work it out, they all were separated and hiding in small hovels around Britain. Harry could feel his blood boil at the thought of what his friends & family has gone through. Macmillian seemed to be under the impression that the glare that covered Harry's face was meant for her.
"Listen Potter, it's really not a big deal you'll see each other soon enough!" she barked causing Harry to stare intently back on her face.
"No, s...sorry just was thinking." He muttered. "No let's do it. When do you want to send us?"
"Tonight, I'll dig up where I placed the portkeys and then I'll send you." she said with her eyebrows raised. She seemed to want to say more but held her tongue. "Go on and inform the others while I find the portkeys..." she said before standing up.
Ron and Hermione had gone upstairs to try and repair some of the damage when Harry reached them. Harry could already tell that they'd made some big strides in the few minutes he'd been alone with Macmillian. The large hole in the roof and the few small cracks in the wooden floor which Harry avoided so not to fall through had been mended. They turned had gave him a weak smile.
"So, what did old fungus want with you?" Ron said with a smile as Hermione poked his ribs. Harry thought the image was hilarious and was tempted to laugh but the look Hermione's face made him think again.
"Ron, I really don't think that's appropriate. She's risking her life to help us and you're making jokes at her expense."
Ron rolled his eyes at his girlfriend "Yes...and that's very nice Hermione but I wasn't picking on her...I was -" he said looking quickly at Harry with a desperate look in his eyes "-noting an observation." he said nervously. Harry hoped that Ron knew what he was doing; he preferred them to both be in good moods with the news he has to tell them.
Hermione turned around at this and gave Ron a searching look. "You were simply...noting an observation...?"
"Yes that's right..." he said seeming more confident now. "…after all she dresses in thick, brown robes...she's short and on the dumpy side...she reminds me of a mushroom...nothing mean about that eh Harry?" Harry had been hoping that he wasn't going to be drawn into this just nodded at Hermione, hoping this conversation would eventually turn around. Instead a sneaky smile crept onto her face.
"Oh I see, well in that case-" she said her voice sickly sweet. She walked a bit closer to Ron, whom Harry could tell thought he'd gotten away with his comment until Hermione smacked him upside the head. "Ronald Weasley, that was mean and you know it!" she snapped before turning to Harry. "Now what's happened, what did she wanna say to you?"
Harry got them to sit down while he explained what was going to happen - that they'd be separated and living in different countries for a while, that this was approved with McGonagall before they left and that they shouldn't get into contact with each other until someone brought them back.
Ron and Hermione didn't seem to like the idea at all. Hermione had a lot of questions about safety and how they were going to get there, that Harry simply suggested that she go find Macmillian. After all he didn't know much himself, just to inform the others and get ready to leave. With a swish of her hair, she swept past him and headed for the stairs.
"Ron, you okay mate?" Harry asked. He'd been watching his friend's reactions as he told them the news, Hermione's face was curious however Ron's became like stone impossible to read.
"Oh, right sorry...it's just another big thing to deal with -" Harry could tell that something was still irritating his mate, so he kept his eyes on Ron and waited for him to be continue. "-we...we've always had each other through all this crap and...now she wants us to face it alone in unknown areas, I know it may be less likely to be found but what if we are...we can't help each other."
Harry felt guilty for going along with Macmillan's plan so quickly now. Ron had a very good point but he knew where this was mainly coming from. During the battle Ron and Hermione had almost never left his side, therefore it wasn't until after everything that they discovered Percy and Ginny's bodies in the Great Hall with all the other victims. Ron was too busy helping him to save his siblings that were lying dead before him. He could still remember Ron, with a look of pure horror on his face half collapsed half knelt before them and cried. Harry remembered watching Mrs Weasley trying to console him in her arms as tears streamed down her face.
"...if...if you or Hermione are attacked and you don't find a way to let me know...I'll punch you." he said. Harry could tell that he was half joking but he knew that Ron couldn't lose anyone else. Although he couldn't help thinking that surely Ron could have thought of a better threat than punching him. The three of them were like a family to each other and after everything they'd been through in the last seven years; to loose each other now seemed unfair and cruel.
Harry just nodded at his friend and gave him the most convincing smile he could.
That night, Macmillan had eventually found all three portkeys and told them to gather their things and say goodbye. They could hear her walking around downstairs and probably starting to get impatient but Harry didn't really care right now. Harry watched his friends nervously; he hated the feeling that this maybe the last time he seems them. Hermione had tears running down her face, not caring to wipe them away, as she clutched her bag in her hand. She looked rather miserable which made Harrys heart ache, the last thing he wanted for his friends was more pain. After all Hermione wiped her parent's memory to keep them safe, he and Ron were all she had left.
She quickly ran forward and pulled them all into a rather awkward hug. Harry could feel her tears splash onto his robes as she sobbed into his shoulder. He didn't care about the tears he was too busy trying to burn this into his memory. She slowly pulled away.
"Here…p...please take care of yourselves...and don't tell about this-" she said as she gave each of them a piece of cloth. As Harry felt the present he could feel something round and hard in the red cloth. Hermione kissed Harry on the cheek and gave Ron a quick peak on the mouth before heading downstairs. Harry and Ron looked awkward at each other and shook hands each trying to give the other a happy smile before following Hermione.
Macmillian was waiting for them in the main room and gave Harry an old watch, Hermione an old tie-dyed shirt and Ron a large pair of earmuffs. She waved at them and gave each a small smile, which was the most positive emotion they'd seen from her. With their luggage in one hand and their portkeys in the other they waited for that feeling. Giving him a moment to stare at his friends and give what he hoped was a reassuring smile, which he was happy to see they returned.
Suddenly Harry felt as though a hook at attached itself to his bellybutton and launched him forward. With no idea where he was headed and just gripped the tighter in his hand until he fell forward onto the grass. He'd made it.